Round 2 (R-18)

Alex's gaze practically lit up the moment he recognized who it was, a spark reigniting in his eyes, mirroring the fervor he'd shown just before his intense training.

"Good… evening, Sir Arcanor," Freya greeted, her eyes involuntarily tracing the sharp contours of Alex's naked, sculpted torso, glistening faintly with sweat.

Alex didn't respond—not with words, at least. His gaze was locked on her. But it wasn't her captivating face that held his attention—it was the tantalizing vision just below.

'Gods… how am I supposed to stay focused with her dressed like that?' he thought, licking his lips beneath his smoke mask.

She stood there in silk nightwear so fine and delicate that it clung to her curves like a second skin. The fabric shimmered softly with each subtle movement, revealing just enough to drive a man mad, yet leaving the rest to the imagination. The shirt hugged her waist and chest, while the matching silk pants flowed loosely around her legs, outlining her hips and thighs with every graceful shift of her posture.

Actually, the nightwear in question wasn't particularly designed to be sexy—it was simple, modest even. But the woman wearing it was something else entirely. No, someone else. Freya herself was sensuality incarnate, and on her, even the most ordinary cloth seemed enchanted.

Then again… perhaps it wasn't that innocent. The fabric was undeniably tight around her chest, stretching just enough to outline the swell of her breasts. Worse still—or perhaps better—a couple of the upper buttons had been left undone, either forgotten or deliberately ignored, forming a deep V-neck that plunged just enough to unveil a generous view of her cleavage, smooth and inviting under the soft moonlight.

Whether intentional or not, the effect was devastating.

'I have never seen her dress so provocatively,' Alex thought, devouring Freya with his gaze.

If he'd been in his right mind, he might have quipped about her being "flamboyant", after all, her nightwear was blazing in an intense orange hue that matched her fiery hair and striking eyes—but no, his thoughts never made it that far. His attention was entirely monopolized by the deep V of her shirt and the alluring shape beneath it.

That was, until Freya cleared her throat.

"If I didn't know better, I would accuse Sir Arcanor of ogling me," she said, her tone laced with a mix of indignation and mild shock—though the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement.

'Oh, so she's in a playful mood, huh?' Alex mused.

"You can't blame a man for letting his eyes… wander here and there, especially when you barge into my room this late at night dressed like that, Lady Freya," he said, letting the smoke mask dissolve with a wisp, revealing the grin underneath. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were here to seduce me."

Freya gasped. "How dare you accuse me of such… such things! I came here with nothing but pure intentions. I only brought you food because you haven't eaten properly!"

It was only then, when she gestured slightly, that Alex finally noticed the small cart she was pushing beside her. Several closed plates sat neatly atop it, steam faintly rising from beneath the lids.

"Oh, that's very considerate of you," Alex nodded with a sincere smile. He was beginning to feel the hunger creeping in, so Freya's timing was not only thoughtful—it was almost perfect.

"Of course," Freya replied, "What kind of host would I be if I let my guest starve under my roof?"

"So I'm just a guest to you, huh? No other reason for the midnight room service?" Alex asked with a teasing smile.

"Of course not. Why else?" Freya responded, raising a brow in return. But her poker face faltered slightly as the corners of her lips kept twitching as she fought back a grin.

It was odd—this version of herself, this bantering, lightly flirtatious side—felt entirely unfamiliar. She had never acted this way with anyone before. She was always either too strict, too serious or too cold. And yet, around Alex, she found herself smiling more than she should, teasing more than she ever allowed herself.

"So there's no other reason?" Alex asked once more.

"No other reason," Freya replied, the corners of her lips curving upward just the slightest bit.

The very next second after she said this, taking hold of the cart, Alex sent it rolling inside the room. Before Freya could react or do anything for that matter, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her inside his room and closing the door behind them.

"Ah!" A cute, surprised squeal escaped Freya's lips as she found herself suddenly pushed against the door with Alex towering above her, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist and his face mere inches away from hers.

"What do you think you are doing, Sir Arcanor?" Freya asked in what she thought was a stern tone. In truth, her voice was coming out in a slow, ragged breath.

"Anything you don't like, my lady," Alex whispered, his own voice sounding a bit hoarse as the excitement was quickly mounting.

By now, he was already rock solid, and as he pushed himself closer against Freya, she clearly felt his hardened cock against her stomach.

"What is it that I'm—" Freya didn't get to finish her sentence as Alex sealed her lips, kissing her with a hardly concealed passion.

The moment this happened, Freya's mind kind of went blank. Forgetting what she intended to say, she melted into Alex's embrace, kissing him back with the same, if not more, passion.

Hands moved frantically, exploring and caressing as the two lovers abandoned themselves to their lust.

Alex's dick felt like it was about to tear his pants as it pushed against its cramped confinement.

Usually, he would have taken his time to savor every inch of Freya's body, but for some reason, he felt like he might lose control of himself if he waited too long. He needed to be inside her, now!

Despite her refusal, Alex forcefully broke the kiss with Freya. With swift and dominant movements, he made her turn around, her luscious ass pointing toward him.

Despite the slightly rough treatment, the only sound that escaped Freya's mouth as she was pinned against the wooden door was a sultry, inviting moan.

Ripping it free from its constraints, Alex's thick cock looked like it could split a rock if he struck with enough force. It was engorged with so much blood that the head of his penis took on a redder hue, while several thick veins ran rampant along its impressive length.

In a way, it was a good thing that Freya was facing away from the monster about to penetrate her, or she might have had second thoughts. Either that, or she would have become even more eager.

With a forceful tug, Alex tore through Freya's silk nightwear pants, revealing her plump, soft butt and thick hips.

Without even being told, Alex instantly knew that Freya was wet; the sweet aroma of her juices leaking down her legs was unmistakable.

Despite his eagerness, before proceeding further, Alex took a moment to admire Freya's big, smooth butt.

Looking at it, it almost begged him to spank it, and in his state of mind, Alex didn't hesitate for even a split second.

PA!

A satisfying sound echoed through the room as Freya's pillowy ass cheek jiggled, giving way under Alex's firm hand.

A mix of something between a gasp and a moan left Freya's mouth, and the matriarch had to force herself to stifle the shameful sounds she was making.

Seeing the red imprint of his palm appearing on Freya's ass cheek, a cross between a sadistic and satisfied grin spread across Alex's face.

Lifting his hand once again, he brought it down against Freya's other ass cheek.

PA!

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resounded once more, and once again, a slight moan escaped Freya's lips. The amount of love juice leaking out of her increased, forming several lines that trickled down her legs in an enticing display.

As much as he would like to continue, Alex felt that he could not wait any longer.

"Stick your ass toward me, Matriarch Freya~" he whispered in a sultry tone.

As if obeying a divine command, Freya arched her back, complying as she stuck her ass toward Alex while spreading her legs further apart to give him unrestricted access to her leaking cunt.

Alex's cock throbbed in the air, eager and ready. He took in the sight before him, his breath hitching at the sheer perfection.

"Exquisite," he whispered, positioning himself between her legs, his thick length teasing her entrance.

"I'm going to savor every moment," Alex declared, pushing forward gently. The tip of his cock slipped inside her effortlessly, drawing a moan of pleasure from Freya.

Leaning in, Alex inhaled the scent of her hair, intoxicating and sweet. "You smell divine," he murmured, taking another deep breath. "Now, Matriarch Freya, prepare yourself to be fucked like never before."

With a swift and forceful movement, Alex penetrated Freya, their bodies and becoming one for the second time.