Reincarnated With The Strongest System Chapter 1471 After Story 9 - Lover’s Night [Part 1]
Faint sounds of intimate whispers drifted through the chamber, as William endeavored to soothe Princess Eowyn, whose nerves were frayed on this their inaugural bridal night.
Only a few hours prior, the Half-Elf had pledged his vows to her, along with Aeilin (Superbia), Ingrid (Invidia), Audrey, and Rebecca; it was now time to seal their unions.
Princess Eowyn was chosen as the first companion for the evening, a result of a lottery held by the ladies the day before their ceremony to decide the order of their encounters.
Unfortunately, Princess Eowyn had drawn the short straw. Her husband labored to alleviate her anxiety, showering her with tender, soft kisses that noticeably eased the Elven Princess's distress.
"Are you feeling more settled now?" William inquired, drawing back slightly to observe his wife’s flushed cheeks.
"...I am," Princess Eowyn murmured, still drifting in the haze of his affection. "You kiss quite wonderfully."
"Is that so?" A knowing smirk touched the Half-Elf’s lips as he stroked her face. "I am pleased that I have met your expectations, Eowyn."
The other women watching from the bed gazed strictly at the pair, their complexions burning crimson.
Following a shared bath, they were dressed in seductive nightgowns curated by Ingrid, the Sinful Lady of Envy.
William pressed another kiss to the Princess’s lips while his hand deftly untied the ribbons of her gown. The lace lingerie slid down to her waist, revealing her upper body—pale as cream and radiating youthful tenderness.
She shuddered as William’s palms cupped her breasts, his hands working skillfully until the pink peaks hardened under his touch.
He lowered her onto the bed, raining kisses upon her neck, collarbone, and bosom before beginning to suckle. The Elven Princess gasped, overwhelmed by sensations she had never before encountered.
He teased her hardened peak with his tongue, punctuating the action with playful, light bites. His right hand trailed downward, stroking her body until it reached her lower abdomen, setting her frame into a rhythmic tremor.
As his fingers grazed the threshold of her vulnerability, the Elven Princess realized that the innocence she had guarded for years was moments away from being surrendered to her husband—a man who stood as the most formidable figure in all the world.
Though their union was born of political necessity, William had promised he would never treat her as a mere tool or a pawn.
Princess Eowyn trusted his word, knowing the depth of his devotion to his wives; now, she counted herself among them.
She was one of the many belonging to this red-headed man, whose gentle touch and fervent kisses had ignited a passion she previously deemed unreachable.
Moments later, William buried his face against her, utilizing his expertise to pull pleasure-filled moans from her lips. The sounds echoed throughout the room, causing the onlookers to grow even more emboldened by their shared anticipation.
The Princess clutched at the Half-Elf’s head, her fingernails digging in as he kissed and licked her entrance, heightening her pleasure to an agonizingly exquisite degree.
Soon, Princess Eowyn’s body convulsed as she found her first climax, leaving her gasping for air.
Her exquisite, ivory form—long the subject of every Elven noble’s daydreams—now lay open for her husband, who parted her legs to finalize their wedding night.
"Are you ready?" William whispered. His voice, rasping and deeply masculine, made Eowyn realize she held the power to make this man, surrounded by beauties, crave her specifically.
This realization bolstered her confidence, elevating her beyond the role of a standard harem decoration.
"Yes," Princess Eowyn breathed. "Claim me, Will."
With her consent, the Half-Elf pushed deep into her core. She gripped the sheets tightly as the sting of deflowering was quickly replaced by a sweet, overwhelming wave of sensation.
'It is far less painful than I anticipated,' she thought, as they moved in unison.
As William deepened his thrusts, the Princess’s melodic yearning filled the room, her thoughts dissolving into pure, unadulterated sensation.
The Half-Elf’s technique was unparalleled, leaving her vulnerable and eager as she navigated the realms of carnal pleasure for the first time.
Mere minutes later, she shuddered once more as William released his essence deep within her, a sensation so hot and powerful it felt as if her very womb were liquifying.
William checked on her, concerned by the lingering tremors racking her body from the intensity of her release.
Once he had thoroughly finished, he kissed her forehead, channeling life magic to soothe her.
The Elven Princess had slipped into unconsciousness, unaware that the evidence of his possession overflowed from her, staining the linens and proving her status as his woman.
When William finally withdrew his member...
Ingrid caught it in her delicate hands, offering a lingering kiss.
It remained heated and slick, yet the Sinful Lady of Envy showed no hesitation. She tasted it before taking it into her mouth to cleanse him thoroughly.
Their history was long; she had frequently offered him her blood to harvest Merit Points for her clothing habits.
Even before their marriage, Ingrid had surrendered her innocence to the Half-Elf during a session that had spiraled out of control, fueled by their mutual lust.
It had felt right at the time, a natural progression of their deep-seated connection.
Initially, Ingrid had dismissed the idea of marriage as tiresome, preferring their intermittent dalliances. However, William refused to treat women as mere fleeting encounters; he pursued her until she finally acquiesced.
She found him to be the ideal partner—a man of immense wealth, influence, and capability.
He even negotiated a deal for her with the founder of Vicky’s Secret, allowing her to open a boutique in her own name. Touched, she vowed to remain by his side forever.
Having completed her cleaning, Ingrid pushed him back and straddled his hips.
"Do not move," she commanded, her face flushed with desire. "I will take the lead this time."
The Half-Elf nodded, looking up at his green-haired wife with a grin.
Suddenly, Ingrid’s appearance shifted.
As the Sin of Envy, she wielded the power to alter her likeness at will—often utilizing it to tease William.
The Half-Elf flinched as she guided him inside herself, now wearing the visage of a blue-haired woman who occupied a significant place in his heart.
A satisfied sigh escaped Ingrid as she watched his conflicted expression.
"I said, do not move," she reminded him, catching his hands. "It is still me, so put your mind at ease. Does this likeness stir a feeling of forbidden fruit in you?"
"It does," William admitted. "Ingrid, perhaps this isn’t the best choice."
His pleading eyes softened her resolve. She leaned down for a final, lingering kiss before shifting back to her true form.
Though she had wondered how he would respond to her mimicking Ella, seeing his genuine distress made her realize it was not worth the trouble. She chose to be herself.
Her natural beauty was of the highest caliber, needing no enchantment to command the total adoration of any man.
"Love me, Will," she urged, rhythmic movements beginning as she braced herself against his chest. "Fill me completely."
The Half-Elf responded with vigor, fulfilling every desire she had. Unknown to the others, he released his essence twice while she rode him, until she was overflowing.
Satisfied, she pressed a final kiss to his lips before yielding her place, eager to let his other wives experience the man who had captured her heart and soul.
Aeilin (Superbia), Audrey, and Rebecca exchanged glances and gave affirmative nods.
Together, they prepared to clean William, anticipating their own turn.
Like Eowyn, each of them remained chaste, and they were desperate to discover the same fulfillment they had witnessed on the faces of the women who preceded them—all aimed at the red-headed man whose stamina was beyond compare.