"...E-Esther, c-could we make this first night a little more gentle? J-Just until I get used to... being intimate..." she says as I lead her to the bed, still holding her hips.

"More gentle? You talk as if you know what I'm going to do."

"..." She blushes, looking down. I think about it; I've already ordered toys and accessories for the two of us. Some have arrived, and others are relics, so they're being custom-made.

But the more basic ones have already arrived, so I really could use them, but maybe that really would be overkill for a first night.

"Alright, I'll do everything with just my hands. Does that satisfy you?" I ask, and she nods her head in agreement.

"T-That sounds good to me... thank you," she says as I place her on the bed. I promptly start taking off my dress and everything else, until I'm left wearing only the ring. I notice Evelyn watching me.

She covers her face with her hands, but I see through the gaps as she watches me undress completely, until I'm totally naked. I look at the ring on my finger—one of the proofs that we're married.

'This is strangely exciting...' I move onto the bed, climbing onto it as Evelyn scoots back a little, putting me completely on top of her. I notice her chest rising and falling irregularly; her pink, shameful glow is kind of cute.

"Look properly. No need to be shy. You're my wife; you have every right to enjoy my appearance," I say, taking her hands and moving them away from her face.

She stares, mostly at my breasts, swallowing dryly with slight tremors. Her eyes quiver with barely contained nervousness, and I can see she seems to appreciate my breasts.

"You like the big ones?" I ask. She finally looks into my eyes, then quickly averts her gaze while nodding affirmatively. I sit on her stomach and take her hands, bringing them to my breasts.

I make her hands close around my breasts, which makes her go rigid. She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, her complete lack of experience speaking volumes.

"If you like them, you can have your fun. I really don't mind much," I say, giving her space to do what she wants for now. Nervously, she squeezes her hands around my breasts.

The sensation of the squeeze isn't something I'd call exactly pleasant. It's kind of warm and makes my heart race, but that's about it.

She stays still for a few seconds, not doing anything, until she decides to start fondling them. She squeezes and releases gently as my breasts mold to her grip; since they're large, her hand isn't even close to being able to hold them.

While she's hypnotized by my breasts, I free my hands from hers and begin tearing her négligée. She notices the sound of tearing but is too distracted by my breasts to stop what she's doing.

This allows me to see her black bra directly, along with her soft, smooth skin. I run my finger lightly over it, making her shiver and squeeze my breast tightly.

"Calm down, Evelyn. No need for so much nervousness... Just focus on my voice, understand?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Good. Don't worry and just leave everything to me," I say softly as I tear the connection of her bra. I then pull them off, removing her bra and seeing her breasts.

Her nipples are a soft, pale pink, very cute. Her breasts are much smaller than mine, but they have a youthful charm and a beautifully perfect shape.

"Your body is a true work of art," I say, tracing my finger softly over her breast, leaving a trail. She shivers beneath me, breathing rapidly.

Until my finger touches her nipple. I press it calmly, feeling how soft and pliable her breast is. My finger pressing the hard tip notices it becoming erect.

"So, you're excited?" I tease. Her blush becomes more pronounced. Her hands release my breasts as she seems to want to hide her face with them.

"Shouldn't you take full advantage? I might not be so benevolent next time," I say. She seems indecisive about whether she can continue playing with my breasts.

"I-I d-don't know what to do..." she admits shamefully. I lean down. Since I'm taller than her, I descend a bit, making my breasts meet hers.

This brings our faces directly in front of each other. I gaze into her beautiful pearl-like eyes as she stares into mine with fearful shivers. She looks away, and that irritates me a little.

"Don't be afraid of me, Evelyn. Don't you like my eyes?" I ask, my face almost pressed against hers. I can feel the heat of her breath as my breasts press against hers, our nipples meeting and lightly mashing together.

"I-I... I'm scared... y-your eyes are so... disturbing," she admits honestly, and I feel satisfied. I dislike it when people blatantly lie to me when I know it's a lie.

If she had said she wasn't scared, then I would have been irritated. But since she was honest, I feel more... satisfied.

"What about my eyes frightens you?" I ask while my hands move to grab hers, pinning her against the bed.

"...Y-Your eyes... I... I don't know?" As she says this, she seems to finally realize her fear is once again unfounded and irrational. This seems to calm her down. Even if her mind is afraid, when her brain understands there's no reason for the fear, she naturally calms down.

"If you're 'scared' of my eyes, why not try to see the positives?" I say, stroking her wrist as I bring my face closer to her neck. I give it a lick, making her squirm beneath me.

"Tell me, Evelyn. What's positive about my frightening eyes?" I ask, knowing she's scared and that her fear won't vanish just because I told her not to be afraid. The only way for her fear to disappear is for her to see there's no reason for it.

"...T-They have a pretty red... they remind me of v-very beautiful red roses..." she says in a sweet, soft tone as my tongue glides over her neck in a sensual lick.

"...Hmmm." She lets out a moan from my lick. I think about biting her but decide against it for now.

"And my kiss? Do you like my kiss? What do you think of it?" I ask with a seductive whisper in her ear. She moves uncomfortably as her heart races; I can feel her heartbeat through my chest.

"It's s-sweet... k-kind of sugary..." She hits the mark. Since I generally eat sweets relatively often, my lips end up having a subtle taste of it. Naturally, having eaten many sweets since childhood, I've acquired this flavor over the years.

"I see. So, how about a deeper taste?" I say before kissing her. She freezes, her eyes widening. Her eyes meet mine as I slip my tongue into her mouth.

She struggles a bit, her legs tangling the bed sheets as I squeeze her wrists gently to avoid hurting her. She doesn't know what to do, so I guide her completely.

I move my tongue to meet hers. Evelyn's taste is... exciting? I don't know. It's not a flavor I could describe. It's something more primal... it gives me a desire to bite her lips softly.

Which I end up doing. I give a soft bite to her lips as our tongues intertwine. She lets out a little moan as we share saliva.

Since she's underneath and I want to make it clear who's in charge, I make her swallow the mixture of our saliva. Her eyes melt into something more pleasurable as she begins to tear up softly.

"Haaa... haaa..." As soon as I break the kiss, she starts breathing erratically with her mouth open, a silvery thread connecting our lips lewdly as she finally doesn't look away.

"How do you feel?" I ask her, seeing her lips have gained a beautiful, seductive red hue from the kiss.

"I-I feel lewd..." she says with that tearful tone, a mix of pleasure and shame.

"Lewd just from that? Then I think you'll feel more than just lewd when we try out the toys I bought," I tease, even though I won't use them today.

"But I congratulate you, Evelyn. I am sexually aroused," I state as a matter of fact, noting how my nipples are more 'active' and feeling the moisture forming in my intimate parts.

"And I see you are too," I say, looking at her panties, which are already wet. She's obviously far more aroused than I am; I'm only slightly excited, while she is completely turned on.

"...T-This is so embarrassing," she says, covering her face with her hands.

"Really? I find it so cute how you got like this from just a kiss and a little touching," I say, running my finger softly over her breast, down her ribs, to her stomach.

"Now, let's move on to the next step," I say, moving further back as I take hold of her panties. I pull them down slowly as she lifts her head to watch.

As the panties pull away from her intimate parts, I see a viscous thread connecting the two, giving a truly arousing tone to the scene. When the panties reach mid-thigh, the thread breaks, and Evelyn, completely red, hides her face.

"I hope you're ready, because now I'm going to destroy that little membranous barrier protecting your purity," I say to her with a smile, thinking about what to do next.

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