Arthur froze in the doorway, his eyes locked on Elsie. She was lying on the bed, propped up on her elbows, the leather bundle neatly folded beside her. Her body was bare, the first thing he noticed was her skin, it was pale, it wasn't surprising considering she wasn't a farmer so she didn't need to toil in the fields, but even so, it was remarkably pale. She was slender, her arms and legs thin but not frail, with small breasts that had quite wide nipples. Her stomach was flat, marked only by a faint scar near her navel, probably from some childhood mishap; her hips had a small curve to them, though not nearly as much as Mira. Further down was a thick patch of red hair, matching the braid she'd undone, sat between her thighs,m. Her cheeks were flushed, and her green eyes darted nervously, betraying her attempt at confidence.
"Elsie, what the hell?" Arthur said while gulping. He gripped the doorframe, his knuckles whitening. "Your father could walk in. Your brothers. This is a bad idea."
Elsie bit her lip, her hands fidgeting at her sides. She sat up a little straighter, trying to look bold, but her movements were jerky, uncertain. "It's fine, Arthur," she said, her voice trembling just enough to undermine her words. "They're out at the market in Rosby. Won't be back till sundown." She patted the bed beside her, her fingers lingering on the leather. "Come here. I... I want you to stay."
Arthur's throat tightened. He knew he should turn around, grab the leather, and haul ass back to the cart. But his feet didn't move. Elsie's eyes were wide, her lips parted slightly, and the way she looked at him made his chest feel tight and his cock feel hard. He'd never been with a girl. Hell, he'd barely kissed anyone, just a clumsy peck with Mira's friend Lysa years ago that left him mortified. Elsie's inexperience was obvious, but it didn't matter. His pulse was hammering, and his body wasn't listening to his brain.
"Elsie, I'm serious," he tried again, stepping into the room despite himself. "If they catch us, I'm dead. Your brothers will skin me like one of your father's hides."
She shook her head, her red hair spilling over her shoulders. "They won't. I promise." She slid closer to the edge of the bed, her knees pressing together as if she suddenly remembered she was naked. Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I've always liked you, Arthur. Since we were kids. I just... never said it." She reached out, her hand hovering in the air, unsure whether to touch him.
Arthur swallowed hard. His hands were sweating, and he wiped them on his tunic. "This is crazy," he muttered, but he was already moving closer, drawn in by her nervous smile and the way her eyes didn't leave his. He stopped just in front of her, close enough to feel the warmth of her body. "I don't even know what I'm doing," he admitted.
"Me neither," Elsie said, as she gave a nervous laugh. She stood up, her height barely reaching his chin, and grabbed his hand. Her fingers were cold, trembling slightly. "But I want to try. With you."
Before he could say anything else, she leaned in, her lips brushing his. The kiss was awkward, their noses bumping, her mouth too stiff at first. Arthur froze for a second, then tilted his head, trying to figure out how to make it work. Her lips softened, and he pressed back, his hands hovering over her shoulders before finally settling there. Her skin was smooth under his callused fingers. Neither of them knew what they were doing, their teeth clacking once, both pulling back with embarrassed laughs before trying again. This time it was better, slower, her lips parting slightly as she leaned into him.
Elsie's hands moved to his chest, fumbling with the laces of his tunic. She tugged at them, her fingers clumsy but determined. "Take this off," she mumbled against his mouth. Arthur hesitated, his brain screaming that this was a terrible idea, but his body didn't care. He pulled back just enough to yank the tunic over his head, tossing it to the floor. Both Arthur and Elsie were surprised by his chest. He was skinny, but he also had slight muscle across his body and faint abs. Elsie didn't expect him to be so muscular, especially for his frame. Arthur didn't expect there to be muscle at all, a few days ago he looked like he was on the verge of dying. Though he quickly realised the reason. He had increased his constitution by quite a bit over the past few days, though he had no clue it was affecting his body.
Elsie's eyes flicked over him, her cheeks redder now. She stepped closer, her hands sliding up his arms, and kissed him again. This time it was hungrier, and while her inexperience still shined through it was a hot sloppy kiss that turned Arthur on immensely. Arthur's hands found her waist, and he pulled her closer, feeling the heat of her skin against his. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and she tugged him toward the bed. He stumbled, their legs tangling, and they both fell onto the mattress with a soft thump, though that didn't stop them from continuing to kiss.
The leather bundle slid off the bed, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Neither of them noticed. Elsie's hands were in his hair now, pulling him closer, and Arthur gave up fighting it. His heart was pounding, and all he could think about was her, the way she tasted, the way her body felt under his, the soft sounds she made as they kissed. Elsie's hands shook as she grabbed the waistband of Arthur's trousers. She popped the button open and yanked the fabric down his thighs. His erect penis sprang free, it wasn't too large or long, but on Arthur's small frame it looked above average. Elsie's eyes widened. She stared at it, her mouth slightly open. "Are they usually this big?" she asked with a shaky voice as she looked up at Arthur.
Arthur shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "Never checked out other guys."
Elsie swallowed hard, her fingers hovering near his penis. "I don't know if this'll fit inside me," she said a little quietly.
Arthur climbed over her, his hands planted on the bed beside her shoulders. His body hovered above hers, close enough that she felt his heat. Elsie reached down, her fingers wrapping around his penis. It was warm and hard in her hand. She guided it to her vagina, pressing the tip against her wet opening. Her heart pounded, and her fingers trembled as she lined him up. Arthur pushed his hips forward. His penis met resistance, her vagina tight around the tip. Elsie felt a sharp stretch, her muscles clenching as he inched inside. She winced, her breath catching. Arthur felt her tightness gripping him, the pressure intense and hot. He groaned, his arms shaking as he held himself up.
"Are you okay?" Arthur asked, his eyes locked on hers.
Elsie nodded, her lips pressed tight. "Keep pushing," she said, her hands gripping his arms.
Arthur thrust forward again, feeling her vagina resist then give. Her hymen broke with a small pop, and Elsie gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. She scratched his skin, leaving red marks. The pain was sharp for her, a burning stretch that made her eyes water. Arthur felt the sudden give, her walls still tight around him, squeezing his penis.
"Should I stop?" Arthur asked with a slight groan, his body frozen over his.
Elsie shook her head. "No, keep going," she said with a strained voice.
Arthur pushed deeper, his penis sliding further into her vagina. It was wet but so tight it almost hurt him. He groaned, the sensation overwhelming, her walls clamping around every inch of him. Elsie felt full, the stretch intense, her vagina pulsing around him. Arthur's body trembled, his balls tight, the urge to release building fast. He clenched his jaw, fighting not to come.
"Start moving," Elsie whispered, hands still on his shoulders.
Arthur pulled back slightly, then thrust forward; he was a bit clumsy at first with his thrusts l. He didn't know the rhythm, so his hips were jerking unevenly. Elsie moaned, though the sounds were mixed with small winces. Each thrust stretched her more, and the more she stretched the better she felt and the less pain she was in. Arthur felt her vagina grip him with every move, the heat and pressure driving him crazy. Her hole kept on contracting around his cock like it was massaging his shaft; that combined with the speed Arthur went at, It didn't take long for him to get close. "Elsie, I'm gonna..." Arthur said as he kept thrusting forward.
Elsie wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. "Keep going," she said, holding him tightly.
Arthur didn't think despite knowing that it was incredibly stupid idea to spill inside her he continued. He thrust harder, his penis buried deep in her vagina. The sensation was too much; her wet, tight walls squeezing him, her legs holding him in. He groaned loudly, his penis pulsing as he came. His seed shot inside her, hot spurts filling her vagina. Elsie felt the warmth spread inside her, her muscles twitching around him. Arthur's body shook, his arms gave out, and he collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving. Elsie's hands stayed on his shoulders, her own breaths fast, her vagina still throbbing from the stretch and his release. Arthur rolled off Elsie, collapsing onto the bed beside her. Both were panting, their chests rising and falling fast. Sweat glistened on Arthur's forehead, and Elsie's cheeks were flushed red. The air smelled of their bodies and the mix of both of their secretions. Arthur's penis, still semi-hard, rested against his thigh. Elsie's legs trembled slightly, her vagina tender from their first time.
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HIDDEN QUEST COMPLETED
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[Quest: Like a Maiden, Plowed] – COMPLETE
Description:
You sowed your first seed and harvested experience of a different kind.
Objective:
✓ Lose your virginity
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REWARD GAINED:
[Skill] Carnal Knowledge (0/100) (Novice)
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Arthur looked at the notification. He didn't understand what the word Carnal meant, he'd never heard it before, but from the knowledge that was just zapped into his mind. It was something to do with sex.
Elsie turned her head toward him, catching her breath. "How'd that feel?" she asked curiously.
Arthur grinned, still breathing hard. "Good. Really good," he said, his hand resting on his stomach.
He looked at her, his eyes searching her face. "What about you? How'd it feel?" he asked.
Elsie shifted, wincing slightly as her thighs brushed together. "It hurt at first," she said. "Like, a lot. But it got better as you kept going." She paused, then added, "I thought it'd last longer, though. My friend Sarah said she was with a guy and she said that it usually lasted five minutes."
Arthur's face flushed and for some reason he couldn't help but feel like his pride had been damaged. He scratched his neck while looking away. "Maybe you get better the more you do it," he said with a small look back at her. Well for him it would since h had the skill for it now.
Elsie grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Shall we see?" she said, glancing down at his penis. It was still hard, standing upright again, the tip glistening with her juices.
Arthur's breath caught. He nodded, leaning toward her. "Yeah, let's try," he said. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. His tongue slipped into her mouth, this time however he didn't rush the skill he gained made him intuitively slow down and enjoy it. Elsie kissed back, her hands sliding up his back, feeling the warmth of his skin.
Arthur's hands roamed her body, the skill once more taking hold. He cupped her breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples. They hardened under his touch, and Elsie let out a small gasp into his mouth. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft weight of her breasts in his palms. His hands moved lower, tracing her stomach, then her hips. He gripped her thighs, parting them slightly, his fingers brushing the soft hair between her legs. Elsie shivered, her skin prickling as his fingers grazed her vagina, still slick and sensitive.
Elsie's hands explored him too. She ran her fingers down his chest, feeling the sparse hair there, then lower to his stomach. She touched his penis, wrapping her fingers around it. It was warm and still very hard like steel wrapped in velvet, it was also pulsing slightly in her hand. Arthur groaned into her mouth, and kissed her a bit harder.
He shifted, positioning himself between her legs again. Elsie spread her thighs, guiding his penis to her vagina. The tip pressed against her opening, still tight and tender from before. Arthur pushed forward, slower this time. Her vagina stretched around him, wet but snug. Elsie gasped, her hands gripping his arms. It didn't hurt as much this time, but the fullness was intense, her walls adjusting to his size. Arthur felt her tightness envelop him again, the heat and pressure making his balls ache. He groaned, his hips moving instinctively. He thrust slowly, trying to find a rhythm. Elsie moaned, her legs wrapping loosely around his waist. The sensation was better for her now, the initial pain fading into a strange, warm pleasure. Her vagina pulsed around him making each thrust smoother.
Arthurs thrusts were a lot less clumsy than before and he even managed to get into a small rhythm. Elsie's moans were a little louder than before as it was less painful this time. She clutched his shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin. Arthur felt the pressure building again, her tight vagina squeezing him with every move. He tried to focus, to last longer, but the sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't much longer than before. His breaths grew ragged, his hips stuttering. "Elsie, I'm gonna finish again," he gasped, his mind screamed at him to pull out from her and not spill inside her again, but the feeling of her warm hole overrode any kind of reasoning.
Elsie tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Do it," she said. This time was a lot better, and she decided she was coming to like the feeling of his penis inside her, she also liked it when his warm seed splashed against her insides.
Arthur thrust harder and buried himself inside her to the hilt, her heat and tightness pushed him over the edge. He groaned, his penis pulsing as he spilled his seed inside her again. Hot spurts filled her vagina, and Elsie felt the warmth spread, her walls twitching around him. Arthur's body shook, his arms trembling as he held himself up. He collapsed onto her, his chest heaving, his penis still inside her, softening slowly. Elsie panted beneath him, her hands resting on his back. Her vagina throbbed, tender but less painful this time. She could feel his hot seed moving inside her, travelling up to her womb.
"Shit..." Arrhur breathed out as he lay there; The bedsheets were tangled, warm with the scent of sweat and skin. Beside him, Elsie lay on her side, hair fanned across the pillow, one arm folded under her head, the other curled against her bare stomach. She looked over at him with a lazy smile, her cheeks still red.
"I didn't know boys could go more than once," she murmured.
Arthur let out a short breath that passed for a chuckle. "Guess I'm special," he said. Though in truth, he silently thanked the System for whatever was keeping him upright.
He laid back for a moment, arms behind his head, staring at the wooden ceiling. A soft breeze moved through the room from the open window. Elsie shifted beside him and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. Arthur let the silence stretch before a question crept into his mind.
Why wasn't the quest complete?
He blinked.
He'd unlocked a quest before all of this. [Honour Thy Simp]. He had to make Elsie fall in love with me. And yet... nothing. They'd kissed, undressed, and—well. Everything that came after. She had said she'd liked him for years. That she always wondered if he'd speak to her. So why hadn't the system registered it? He frowned. Was liking someone not the same as love? Was it because he didn't say it back? Or maybe... maybe she didn't mean it the way he thought she did.
Arthur sighed and sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. He didn't feel ready to deal with all that now. He had leather to bring back, and if he stayed much longer, his father would probably send his brothers to kick the shit out of him and bring the cart back. "I should get going," he muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing. His knees wobbled a little. "Need to get the leather back to my father."
Elsie propped herself up on one elbow. "Thanks for today," she said softly. "I really enjoyed it."
Arthur smiled. "Me too."
He bent down to grab his tunic and trousers, pulling them on piece by piece while she watched him. He didn't say anything else. Just gave her a nod and opened the door to the hall—
And froze.
Two shadows crossed the threshold at the exact same time.
Arthur's eyes locked with Brant and Ulric Tanner, Elsie's older brothers.
Both stood tall, both were broad, and neither looked happy. They stopped in the doorway, boots heavy on the floorboards, and stared at him in complete silence.
Arthur blinked.
Oh fuck.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Brant growled, stepping forward, his lip curling into a snarl.
Arthur's mouth opened. Ready to spew some of the most ridiculous drivel that had ever been heard of in Westeros.
'Arthur make sure to come see me again!'
Elsie's voice drifted through the bedroom, sing-song and sweet, like she hadn't just thrown a torch into an oil vat.
Arthur winced. "Gods damn it, Elsie..." he whispered. Never mind that, he was fucked.
Ulric's face twisted. "You're fucked."
Arthur turned and ran.
The sound of chairs scraping and boots thundering exploded behind him. He skidded around the table in the kitchen and threw the nearest stool over his shoulder. It cracked against the wall. He knocked over a bench, grabbed a tin plate, and flung it like a disc. It clanged off Brant's forehead with a dull clunk, but the big bastard barely flinched.
"Get back here!" Ulric shouted.
Arthur didn't answer. He vaulted a bench, kicked open the side door, and launched himself through the opening. He spotted the cart, but it was too far and too heavy. If he tried to grab it now, he would get caught and he didn't even want to know what would happen to him. His family didn't kill him because they didn't want to be known as Kinslayers. The Tanners didn't have that problem.
So he did the only thing he could.
He ran.
Behind him, the Tanner brothers roared like a pair of bulls and burst into the yard. Arthur hopped the fence in two strides and sprinted into the field beyond. A chicken squawked and flapped into the air. Somewhere behind him, Brant tripped over a pail and cursed. Arthur didn't look back. His lungs were burning, legs pumping, bare feet pounding against dry dirt and grass. He weaved through the vegetable garden, dodged past a low-hanging clothesline, and dived headfirst over a stack of wood crates near the fence. One crashed behind him, and he barely managed to roll through the landing.
"Get back here, you limp-dicked shite!" one of them bellowed.
Arthur scrambled to his feet and bolted across the path leading back toward the forest. He didn't stop until the village was behind him. Not until the wind was in his face and the shouts had faded. Then he finally slowed down, panting hard, wiping sweat from his brow. "That," he said between breaths, "could've gone better."
*Rustling*
"Shit..." They were still coming.
Brant and Ulric were both behind him, maybe fifty yards and closing fast. They were Bigger. Stronger. Fitter. Of course they were. Arthur had been sick for weeks, and even before that he'd never been built for sprinting across fields. These two had grown up hauling hides, swinging tools, and beating the shit out of boys like him.
They'd catch him. There was no avoiding it.
Arthur's mind raced as fast as his feet. He had no weapon. No strength to fight back. Running wouldn't help anymore. He needed something, anything.
Then he remembered.
The Otherworld Token.
He fumbled with the interface in his mind, blinking sweat out of his eyes. The moment it opened, he didn't hesitate. He selected the token and spun.
The world seemed to flicker.
[Spinning...]
[Drawing from across all realities...]
[Rarity: Rare]
[Skill Acquired!]
[Skill] Shibukawa-ryū Jujutsu (0/100) (Novice) [Rare]
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A traditional Japanese grappling art focused on joint locks throws and controlling an opponent's balance
Combines close-quarters technique with real-world application
Usable with or without weapons
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[Skill added to status]
[Token consumed]
Arthur stumbled to a halt as the message hit. Then the pain came.A sharp pressure gripped the inside of his skull, like a vice tightening against his temples. He dropped to one knee, clutching his head as a wave of information poured in—terms, diagrams, sequences. Techniques he'd never heard of. Body positioning. Leverage. Weight transfer. How to turn someone's size against them. How to redirect force. How to feel motion and use it.
It wasn't a normal fighting style. It wasn't about punching or kicking. No fists. No brute strikes. Just throws.He didn't understand most of it. But something about it stuck. It made sense in a weird, backwards way. He didn't need power. He needed timing. He needed precision and to manipulate the persons body properly. Arthur stood up, his legs wobbling beneath him. The headache lingered but started to fade. He blinked the sweat from his eyes and turned to face the hill behind him. The brothers were nearly there. Brant was in front, jaw clenched, hands curled into fists the size of tankards. Ulric wasn't far behind.
Arthur backed up a step and planted his feet.
"I guess we're doing this," he muttered.
(AN: I thought this would be the most fitting style for Arthur considering he is weak at the moment and as my girl Miu said martial arts was made for the weak to stand up to the strong. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I've also changed the style of the gacha so yeah...)
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