Hey there! This oneshot is something that I came up with as I was fantasizing about a Manhwa I was rereading. I've never wrote a proper smut before, so this was definitely a learning experience.

Now, you may be wondering, "hey, what happened to the other story you started six months ago and haven't touched since?". The answer to that is I have no idea either. I live in a constant cycle of getting sudden bursts of energy to write (hence the existence of this oneshot) and thoroughly burning out only to be depressed for…well…six months! Anyway, I'll probably be working on another chapter of the Harry Potter fanfic soon, so look forward to that!

In the meantime, I had a lot of fun writing this, and I feel it has some potential to be extended, so if you want to see more gay shit, let me know in the comments. Make sure to also let me know how much you hate me for never updating too. Enjoy! :D

I Didn't Become the Male Lead's Wife (Oneshot)

The imperial ball finally arrived. Abel (the duke of Heilon and my newly adoptive father), Siegren (The male lead of the original novel and my childhood best friend), and I entered the palace where the event was taking place. It was my first time attending a ball since I was reincarnated into this world of the novel I had written. I felt extremely nervous, which was uncharacteristic of me, who, as the defender of the second wall of Heilon, was used to being in the spotlight. Maybe it was because I wasn't killing monsters or punishing criminals, the eyes of the other nobles felt particularly overbearing. The tingling sensation of a piercing stare tickled the back of my neck. I turned to see who was gazing at me so intently. I made eye contact rather striking red-haired woman in a beautiful red lace dress, who merely smiled back.

'Wow, she's gorgeous' I gasped internally. 'A pretty older lady is looking at me…is not what I should be thinking.'

'Red hair, clearly the leader among the noble ladies…she must be the villainess, Lady Livia Priscilla. In the novel on which this world was based, Lady Livia was interested in Siegren from the moment she laid eyes on him and obstructed the female lead, Eunice, in every way possible. Later, after failing miserably, her character wasn't mentioned again. Well, she's just a typical villainess character. But WOW, she's really something. Man, I wish I'd had the foresight to make her attracted to other women. Is it weird to be attracted to my own creations?' I pushed the existential questions aside and thought about how to deal with her. 'But wait…hasn't it been a little weird so far?' I paused, her gaze felt hot on the back of my neck, 'that girl seems to be looking at me instead of Siegren?' Flustered, I hid behind Abel's arm, shielding myself from her view. 'Isn't deviating from the original story too much?'

Abel, who was about to comment on my odd behavior, was interrupted by the sudden arrival of the emperor, signaling the start of the night's main event.

"My people," he began. "It's good that you're here. I believe all of you have heard the good news. My glorious bloodline has made a great contribution to the north." He beckoned Siegren forward, boasting about his illegitimate son's achievements as if trying to claim them in the name of the imperial family—the same family who had abandoned him so many years ago.

Siegren presented the emperor with the heart of the dragon he slew and was soon reinstated to his position as a prince. Cheering filled the ballroom.

'Wow…so many of these people secretly hate this yet are so good at masking their emotions for the sake of high society,' I half sneered at the empty applause. Glancing up, I witnessed the crown prince openly glare at his newly reinstated brother. 'He's not even TRYING to hide his expression lol.' Wanting to reassure my friend, I caught Siegren's eye and mouthed, "you're so cool," with a wink and a big thumbs up. He immediately blushed, causing me to stifle a giggle. 'He's so cute,' I thought like a proud mother.

After the ceremony, the three of us were immediately surrounded by people wanting to get in good with the duke and the new prince. Their less-than-wholesome intentions were easy to read, slightly annoying me. A few inquired about my identity but were dismissed by the duke, who explained that all would be revealed at the meeting between the five most important families in the empire.

Running out of steam, I excused myself and stepped out onto an empty balcony. I leaned on the railing, taking in the sights.

"Ahh," I breathed in the fresh night air. "Now I feel alive again." I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of the gentle summer breeze on my tired face. It felt good to be back in a warm climate. Even after 7 years, I couldn't get accustomed to eternal winter in Heilon. I sighed.

"I didn't know I'd get this much attention," I lamented. 'A lot of people are interested in other people's business.'

My sulking was interrupted by a loud crash that thoroughly shattered my peace and quiet. "What on earth?" I approached a room closed off by expensive-looking curtains where the crash had come from and listened in to see what was going on. An arrogant voice sounded from behind the curtains,

"Livi, how about you stop playing hard to get?"

"Can't you call me 'Lady Priscilla' instead of a pet name?" a woman's voice replied angrily.

'Priscilla?' I opened the curtain slightly, peeking in.

"Being confident is good, but being too stiff isn't any fun," the man's voice sounded dangerous.

"You're going too far."

Worried and unable to hold back my curiosity, I opened the curtain and stepped in. Inside, the crown prince, who had been glaring at Siegren earlier, was standing behind an anxious Lady Priscilla, the redhead with whom I'd made eye contact back in the ballroom, a lecherous grin smeared across his face.

"If I like you, then you could become the crown princess," he said condescendingly, blatantly undressing her with his eyes.

"Your, highness, I will be leaving now," she began walking away.

A look of rage flashed across the crown prince's face, and he very forcefully grabbed Lady Priscilla's wrist, causing Lady Priscilla to drop her fan in pain.

"Where do you think you're going without the permission of the crown prince," he said, his voice dripping with fury. "I let it slide for so long because you're pretty," he shouted, spit flying.

Seeing things about to get violent, I loudly barged into the room and interrupted them with a cheerful voice,

"So this is where you were, Lady Livia!" I beamed. They both turned to look at me. "Duke Priscilla was urgently looking for the lady, so I joined in to help him find you."

"How dare you interrupt-" the crown prince began, sending me a nasty glare.

"Oh my!" I cut him off with an exaggerated gasp. "You're here as well, your highness! Greetings to the empire's Young Sun," I curtseyed, introducing myself, "I am Fiona Heilon," I strategically used the Heilon name with the knowledge that, even if he was the crown prince, he would understand it wasn't smart to touch the Heilon family.

The prince loosened his grip on Lady Livia, to which she responded by breaking away and linking arms with me. Understanding my intentions, she played along.

"Now that I think of it, my father said he had something to tell me! I must have totally forgotten! Thank you for coming to find me, Lady Fiona," she said looking into my eyes with a very warm look of gratitude.

"Ba-dump" my heart pounded. 'Holy shit, holy shit, she's so pretty,' I squealed internally. While trying my best to not let my embarrassment show, I gazed back into her beautiful vermillion eyes. 'I'll come to find you a million times,' I wept inside.

"Then," she turned her attention back to the crown prince, the sweetness she had shown me replaced with an extremely cold gaze. "Please excuse me because of this, your highness."

"What?!" He protested, but it was too late, we had already fled the room.

Behind us, his curses flew through the night air as we walked briskly away, arms still linked.

"I don't know if the prince will follow us, so let's walk with arms linked for a little longer," I said, half because I was nervous about how he would react to our sudden departure, and half because I wanted to relish this physical contact a little longer. I shivered internally at how touch-starved I was. "Also," I handed Lady Livia the fan she had dropped, "I secretly picked this up earlier."

Hiding her mouth behind the fan, she beamed and thanked me.' So pretty,' I thought, thoroughly enraptured by her gorgeous face, and bursting with pride at my character design choices.

We continued like this, quickly arriving back at the door to the ballroom, and were about to enter when Livia suddenly stopped.

"Wait," she said, sliding her unlinked hands down my arm and grabbing my hands.

'Her hands are so slender and soft T-T!'

She stepped back, looking me in the eye. "I'm very grateful for your help back there. I don't wish to imagine what would have happened if you hadn't stepped in."

"I just happened to pass by," I beamed at her, blushing slightly at how smoothly she had grabbed my hands.

She squeezed my fingers and continued with a warm smile.

"It's an honor to finally meet you, Lady Heilon. I am Livia Priscilla."

"Finally? Ah, it's nice to meet you too. Once again, I am Fiona Heilon," I returned the greeting.

"I've heard the rumors of your exploits in defending the north, and I've been very…impressed," she emphasized the last word.

"R-Rumors?"

"Yes, I've heard they call you 'the guardian of the north'."

At that, I blushed furiously.

"I must confess, I've never heard that nickname before."

"It's quite the epithet, is it not?" she giggled, eliciting another blush and some mumbled words of agreement from me. "Though I feel must apologize for earlier this evening."

"Whatever for?" I asked, genuinely confused about what she'd done that would prompt her to apologize to me.

"The rumors I had heard about you did not speak about your incredible beauty, so I was caught off guard, I fear I stared too much. It seemed as though I made you uncomfortable and for that, I apologize," without letting go of my hands, she bowed her head slightly.

"N-No! Not at all," I stammered, heat rushing to my face. "Rather, I was merely flustered that such a pretty woman was looking at me so intently!"

She giggled, blushing slightly, sending my heart rate into the stratosphere. 'K-Kyuuuuuuute!' I cried internally. Pausing, she straightened her posture and looked back into my eyes.

"If you would like to, Lady Heilon why don't escape this party and have a drink together at my estate?" A coy looking flashed across her flawless face. "There are a great number of things I wish to discuss with you."

"T-That sounds like a wonderful idea," I barely managed to get out.

'OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD,' I screamed internally. 'Is she hitting on me?! Did she really just invite me back to her place?! Please, if there's a god out there let her be hitting on me, I will marry her on the spot!'

We split up after entering the ballroom and I searched for Abel to let him know what was going on.

"Lady Priscilla invited me to come and talk at her mansion, so I'm gonna dip," I said barely able to contain my excitement from leaking into my voice.

"You're gonna what?" The Duke of Heilon replied, very obviously confused by my 21st-century slang.

"I'm leaving," I said bluntly to which Abel responded with an unreadable expression.

"With Lady Priscilla?"

"Yes."

"How did that happen?"

"I saved her from the crown prince and then we hit it off, so now we're going back to her mansion and have a drink," I explained. "I'm just letting you know so you don't freak out because I disappeared. Also, if it gets too late and she offers, I'll spend the night there."

"Hold on, I think you just said something incredible there."

"Which part? That I'm going back to Lady Livia's place, and I might end up spending the night?"

"No, before that."

"Oh, that we hit it off and are going to have some drinks?"

"No, you imbecile, before that," he said getting frustrated.

"Oh, that I saved her from the crown prince?"

"Yes, that part!"

"Ah, well, he was trying to force himself on her, so I barged in claiming Duke Priscilla was looking for her, then we ran away together."

"Oh god," a small groan escaped his hands which covered his face.

"Anyway, I'm off, I'll see you tomorrow," I started to escape.

"Wait, make sure you tell Siegren," he called to me.

"No way," I scowled. "He'll definitely make a big fuss out of it. You get to tell him after I'm gone!" I called, waving sarcastically as I ran away from the conversation.

"Hey!" He called back to no avail.

"After you, Lady Priscilla," I held out my hand to help the taller woman out of the carriage

"Oh my," she hid a coy smile behind her fan and took my hand. Stepping down, she smoothly moved her hand to my upper arm, allowing me to escort her inside.

'Ahhh, she really is way too pretty,' I fangirled internally.

The Priscilla mansion in the capital was just as majestic as one might expect. Majestic, sprawling gardens covered the lawn behind us, and a huge, ornate, building stood before us. It was nearly as beautiful as the Heilon mansion where I was staying in the capital.

A neatly dressed butler with graying hair greeted us in front of the mansion. Passing through a pair of large, intricately carved wooden doors that were adorned with gold patterns, we were greeted by several maids and were quickly escorted to Lady Livia's waiting room.

After we were brought a bottle of wine, Livia dismissed the servants, telling them to retire for the night and not to disturb us until called upon to disturb us for the rest of the night. I tried desperately to get my pounding heart under control. I hadn't had any romantic endeavors in this life as I'd been far too busy with my work in the north to even consider such a thing. Even then, while having a partner of the same sex wasn't illegal here, it was certainly looked down upon by the nobility, who valued bloodlines and, more often than not, treated women as no more than baby factories.

While I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to have kids, I definitely had no intention of letting any man get me pregnant.

"Shall we drink?" Lady Livia asked after pouring the wine. I nodded and she handed me a full glass. "To a fruitful relationship," she toasted, and we clinked our wine glasses.

After making small talk, Livia spoke pensively, seemingly getting to her main point.

"I must confess, Lady Fiona– may I call you Fiona?"

I consented.

"As I was saying, I must confess to you that I've been particularly interested in your work in the north."

I blushed and mumbled a small thanks, embarrassed and flustered that she had taken notice of my achievements.

She smirked and continued, "I hear that you were instrumental in bringing the second wall—which even we in the capital knew was, to be frank, a hell hole—under control."

"Oh, well I certainly couldn't have done it by myself," I said shyly.

"Indeed, but it's certainly true that you had a large hand in that, am I correct?"

I nodded, understanding the significance of my actions.

She started again, with a coy smile spread across her plump, red lips.

"I would like to see many more women like yourself in positions of power and influence. We're sadly underrepresented and I think we deserve more, don't you?" she said, her cheeks slightly pink from the glass of wine she had just finished. "I think that expanding our power as women is something worth achieving, do you agree?"

"Absolutely," I responded, a little surprised by her progressive thinking.

The original Lady Livia wasn't a bad person but was certainly an exemplary image of a noble: proud, cunning, and hungry for power. The woman before me, however, was much deeper in character. Though she clearly still thirsted for power, she had different reasoning than the original. 'This is a cause I think I can stand behind.'

"I would like to see that become a reality. It certainly won't be an easy thing to achieve, so I'm looking for a partner who will be by my side to help me achieve it. Someone who has the backing of a strong house like Heilon. If you'll accept, I would like more than anything for you to join."

"Is this a marriage proposal?" The only half-joking words escaped my lips. I quickly covered my mouth, realizing that I'd accidentally said it out loud. "S-Sorry," I fumbled out an apology, but instead of being offended, Livia gracefully moved from her seat across from me to my side, placing a slender arm on the back of the sofa behind me.

"Does that interest you?" She asked me, honey dripping from her voice, her gaze piercing mine.

I gulped, unable to fully process what was happening. My head was pounding.

"And if said yes?" I surprised myself with the boldness of my question, but Livia simply placed a hand softly on my thigh and leaned in.

"That would certainly be very pleasing," her lowered voice sweetly, "because it was, in fact, a marriage proposal," she practically whispered into my ear.

I shuddered slightly, and a boldness I didn't know I had inside of me, perhaps from the alcohol, compelled me to put my hand gently on top of hers. I glanced down at them. She slowly entwined our fingers. Looking into her glittering vermillion eyes again, I appreciated her long eyelashes, which were the same fierce crimson as her hair. I couldn't but stare at them. Gulping, I matched her lowered voice.

"Are you really ok with a woman like me? After all, we both know noble families are all about producing heirs," I doubted. "I can't do that for you."

She closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly with a gentle smile.

'God she's so pretty. How the hell am I being proposed to by such a beautiful woman!'

"I am the youngest of three," she explained. "So there's less pressure on me to bear a child than there might have been, had I been first in line to inherit the duchy. Besides, I'm certainly not interested in producing an heir for a man I wouldn't be able to love. Truthfully, the thought of lying with a man makes me nauseous," she squeezed my fingers.

'I can't believe this is really happening!'

I nodded. "I understand." Her eyes widened slightly. "I share your sentiments," I squeezed her fingers back. "Putting that aside, how would we get approval for such an engagement? If you've heard about me then you surely know that I'm the disowned daughter of a disgraced noble house?"

"Yet you introduced yourself as a Heilon?" She countered. "Truthfully, I've been wanting you on my side since I first heard about you, but I knew that would be difficult due to your status. I could have had you work under to earn a title but seeing as how Duke Heilon has evidently decided to adopt you, I wouldn't have been able to steal you from him. Besides," she waved her free hand around, "status is extremely important to us nobles and I would prefer to stand as equals."

'Wow, this really has deviated so far from the original plot…'

"So you can understand my elation when you introduced yourself with the Heilon name. Duke Heilon is going to introduce you as his successor, is he not?"

"You're very cunning," I giggled.

"I take pride in that," she responded with a sweet smile.

I thought about it for a moment. Accepting this proposal, even if I was enticed by this beautiful redhead, would mean the total collapse of my plans to retire and live a quiet life, uninvolved in the plot of the original novel. Not that those plans hadn't already been shattered by finally giving in to the duke's offers to make me his heir, but it was still something to seriously consider. I gave in.

"Well, if such a beautiful woman is asking me so sweetly, then do I have any choice but to accept?" I asked playfully. "After being roped into being Abe– Duke Heilon's adopted daughter and successor, I think I would much prefer a partner like yourself at my side. I'll be in your care."

Removing her arm from behind me and placing her other hand on top of our entwined fingers, the princess beamed. "I'll definitely make you happy."

'Ah, how is she so smooth with her words. I'm blushing so hard right now.'

I beamed. Savoring the moment. Livia's flushed cheeks and sweet smile enthralled me.

"Well then, Lady Priscilla, should we announce our engagement after the duke announces me as his successor at the meeting of the five families?" I asked. "I have a strong suspicion that I'll have to prove myself to be accepted by the other family heads."

"Fiona," Livia coaxed. Flustered at the familiar way of addressing me, I once again blushed furiously.

"W-What?"

Releasing her right hand from my grip, she walked her index and middle fingers up my arm in a seductive manner.

"Fiona, we are engaged now, are we not?" she looked up from her fingers with a coy look in her eyes, making eye contact. "Refer to me as Livi. It's what my closest people call me."

'Ahhhhhhh!' I screamed internally.

"L-Livi-" I stammered.

"Good girl," she smirked, stifling a giggle at my ridiculous expression.

I covered my face in embarrassment.

"A-Anyway, as I was saying, we should decide when to announce our engagemen- wha-what are you doing?"

I was interrupted by Livia, who suddenly climbed onto my lap, straddling me, and grabbed a lock of my silver hair.

"We can discuss the boring things later, can we not?" She kissed the hair in her hand while maintaining eye contact with her seductive gaze, causing my heart to nearly fly out of my throat. "Right now I want to focus on making you fall completely so you don't think you can get away from me later after getting my hopes up like this," her voice oozed honey, making her intentions very clear.

'Oh my god, my heart can't take any more of this I'm so dizzy,' I gulped.

She put her arms around my neck.

"Pretty…" the word escaped from my lips as I looked into her captivating eyes. She was a few inches taller than me, so this scene might have looked quite odd to an onlooker (not that seeing a refined noble lady straddling another woman would be any less strange). Her red lace dress perfectly complemented her bright red hair which framed her strong jawline and syrupy gaze. A pair of similarly colored earrings adorned her ears. Her figure was slim though her bosom was not lacking, and her gentle curves could attract the attention of any gender.

Before I met Lady Livia, I didn't know it was possible to blush gracefully, but as the word "pretty" unconsciously escaped my lips, I witnessed it on her face for the first time.

She frowned, placing her thumb and forefinger on my chin, forcing me to look her in the eyes, then softened her expression.

"Luna," she uttered the word, breaking me from my stupor.

"What?"

"That's what I'll call you from now on when I'm with you. Luna."

"Why Luna?"

"Because your silver hair and cognac-colored eyes shine like the full moon," she explained.

Blushing harder than ever, I buried my face in my hands again and let out a groan.

"Do you not like it?" She asked, sounding a little disappointed.

"N-No that's not it."

"Then what?"

"J-Just…you're too smooth with your words," I said embarrassed. "Is this your first relationship?"

She let out a sweet laugh.

"Who told you to be so cute?" She took my chin between her fingers again and looked me in the eyes. My face was still bright red, and I was a little dizzy from the alcohol. I couldn't help but glance at her plump, red lips which smiled at me seductively. Seeing where my gaze had landed, she smirked, bringing me in for a kiss.

I closed my eyes, anticipation making me feel as though my heart was about to explode. Her warm lips pressed against mine, the faint scent of wine lingering on her breath. I unintentionally released a soft moan. 'Her lips are so soft.' I opened my eyes to steal a glance at her face. Her eyes were shut tightly, crimson eyelashes trembling. 'Ah, I feel like I'm melting,' a heat burned within me that I hadn't felt since my previous life. I placed my hands around her slender waist, deepening the kiss. She pulled away after a moment, licking her cherry-red lips with a syrupy look on her Snow-White-pale face.

"How was for a first kiss?" she asked, placing her arms around my neck, her face only a few inches from mine.

I groaned, burying my flushed face in the insides of my elbows. "How was that your first kiss?" I finally croaked.

She giggled mischievously. "That's a trade secret," she winked and pulled me back in for another kiss before I could protest such a vague answer.

Quickly giving up, I let it go and instead focused on her lips. I held her waist tightly, our kiss deepening.

'Ah,' I realized suddenly, 'this must be why she told the servants not to disturb us for the rest of the night.'

I kissed her upper lip, slowly parting her lips with my tongue. A soft gasp escaped her throat, but she quickly recovered, allowing me to enter her mouth. Tracing her gums with my tongue, I entwined my tongue with hers, feeling around the inside of her mouth and savoring the sweetness left by the wine. She moaned softly, placing her hands on the back of my neck, deepening our kiss even more. After withdrawing my tongue and kissing her lips a few more times, I finally broke the kiss, burying my head in her chest, my face burning. She placed her face in my neck, equally red. Both of us were panting.

'I can't believe that just happened,' I squealed inside.

Livia half sighed, half groaned into my neck, clearly exhausted.

"I didn't know that you could feel like this just from a kiss," she muttered.

At those words, the faint rumbling of a storm called sexual arousal stirred inside me. 'Shit.'

Unable to contain myself, I grabbed her waist, eliciting a startled "Oh!", and smoothly swapped our positions. I lay Livia down on the couch and crouched on all fours over her—a rather difficult move to do in a ball gown. We stayed in those positions, breathing heavily.

With a seductive twinkle in her eyes, my new fiancée reached her arms out, placing them around my neck.

"I'm all yours," she practically sang.

"Where'd that dominance from earlier go?"

"I had to keep your attention somehow."

"You're adorable," I hung my head and sighed. "I hope you're prepared, cause I don't think I can stop," I warned.

"I've been prepared since I invited you here," she giggled. "My bed is on the other side of that door," she gestured behind me. "Shall we move there?"

I nodded, and we changed locations. My heart pounded louder than ever as she sat down on the bed before me.

I approached her, starting with her cheek, I slowly moved my kisses down her neck while simultaneously reaching behind her and undoing the clasps to her dress.

She stood momentarily, allowing the crimson laced dress to fall to the floor, and removed her undergarments, revealing her perfect figure.

I inhaled sharply. As someone who had spent a lifetime fighting monsters and defending a territory, I felt my body could never compare to her. I was confident in my physique, and proud, even, of the toned muscles and scars from battles that I'd gained over the years. Yet I couldn't help but feel slightly envious of Livia's flawless body. She was certainly pampered compared to me but was not lacking muscle. She had clearly put in a lot of effort to maintain her perfect figure. Her curves were gentle, accentuated by cute, narrow shoulders, and flawless snow-white breasts. Her skin was very pale, as was trending in the capital, without blemish. Obviously, her skincare was meticulously maintained.

"Um," she said awkwardly, bringing me to my senses.

"S-Sorry, you're just…really pretty," I averted my gaze and fumbled out, realizing I had been staring.

She blushed, looking properly embarrassed for the first time. "Th-Thanks," she mumbled.

I quickly removed my own dress and undergarments, letting them fall to the floor, and moved forward. Grabbing Livia by the waist, I laid her down on the soft bed and climbed on top of her.

"Is this your first time?" I asked.

She nodded, a nervous look on her face, "please be gentle with me."

'Hnng!' I hung my head down, turned on.

"W-What? What's wrong?" She asked, worried she'd done something wrong.

"N-Nothing," I replied quickly. "It's just, you're way too cute," I trailed off and she blushed again. 'Ahhh, I can't take much more of this.'

Placing my lips on her collarbone, I kissed her gently, searching for all her most sensitive spots with my hand. I stroked her smooth skin, causing her to twitch ever so slightly every time I hit a sensitive spot. Moving my hand down, I groped one of her flawless breasts. Pinching her hard, pink nipple gently between my fingers, I rubbed it, eliciting a small moan each time with each movement. I kissed my way down her chest and used my mouth to tease her other nipple, flicking it with my tongue. I placed my hand under her arched back, drawing her close to me, and she placed her long delicate fingers on my head as I continued stimulating her. After a minute, I removed my tongue from her breast and softly rested my chin on her solar plexus.

"Do you ever touch yourself, Livi?" I inquired.

"Wh-What?!" She cried between pants, her face flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. "What kind of question is that?"

"There's no need to be embarrassed," I responded seductively. "While I'm here, let me give you something you can't do by yourself," I slowly moved down towards her thighs with a mischievous grin.

Livia blushed furiously as I parted her knees with my hands while maintaining eye contact and kissed her inner thigh. A cute moan of surprise escaped her lips. Planting kisses as I worked my way down her thigh, I locked eyes with her and parted her labia with my fingers, revealing her bright pink lips. 'Her hymen is already broken,' observed and smirked. 'So she does touch herself.'

"Look at this, you're already so wet," I smiled. She covered her face with her hands muttering something about being embarrassed, and went to work, flicking her erect clitoris with my tongue. Each time the tip of my tongue hit her clit, a shudder ran through her body, turning me on even more. Was it even possible to be this cute? I moved my head down and looked up at her, while she watched as I slid my tongue slowly into her open vagina. Another cute moan filled my ears, and she grabbed my hair. The gap between her intimidating appearance and the gentleness she showed me right now was too much for me, so I quickly pushed my tongue in deeper.

"Nnngg!" She moaned in pleasure and the walls of her vagina squeezed my long tongue. I licked around finding the spots that gave me the best reaction, while using my left hand to raise one of her legs, and my right thumb to stimulate her clitoris.

"AHnnNG!" She squealed at my touch. The squelching of her pussy and the scent of her juices overwhelmed my senses, making me more and more aroused. I increased my pace, evoking even louder moans and squeals. With my other hand, I slid my fingers into my own dripping vagina, pleasuring myself at the same pace. Finding my g-spot, I stimulated it while using my thumb to massage my clit at the same time.

"Nnnng! Luna!" She cried, and grabbed my hair tightly, pulling me in as if telling me to go deeper. I indulged her and increased my speed again. Soft moans escaped my lips as my own fingers reached the same depths as my tongue. I continued licking, rubbing, and slurping, and after a full couple of minutes, she cried out again, "Aahnng! Luna, I-I can't!" Her legs twitched and her hips squirmed.

"Mmmm!" I moaned at the same time.

"I'm gonna- NNNNNGGG!" She arched her back and we both came. Her sweet juices coated my tongue. I licked them all up as I pulled it out and she shuddered again at the movement.

Flattening her back, she spread her arms out.

"You're so sensitive," I licked her juices from my thumb. She looked thoroughly exhausted. "Aww, I wanted to go a little longer," I teased.

"Any more of that would kill me," she breathed heavily, and I giggled in response.

"How was that for your first time?" I laid down on top of her, wrapping my arms around her neck and kissing her on the lips.

"That was so much better than when I do it by myself," she answered between pants.

"So you admit to doing it by yourself," I tried to smirk, but was too tired. The combination of sleep deprivation, alcohol, exhaustion from sex, and the stamina problem this body had, made it hard to control my facial expressions.

If Livia was blushing, it was too difficult to tell, as her face was already bright red from the heat.

"It seems I overestimated myself," she didn't bother replying to my provocations.

"We'll have to work on your stamina," I giggled and kissed her again. "Also, I think we'll have to put off 'the boring stuff' until tomorrow."

I sat up, poured a glass of water from a pitcher next to her bed, and offered it to her. She drank it silently and I got myself some water as well. After catching her breath, she lay back down, and I returned to my position on top of her. She pulled the blankets, which had been pushed to the end of the bed over us, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Let's just stay like this," she sighed. "We can think about the difficult things after my head doesn't feel so fuzzy."

"You'll probably need to replace the bedsheets, by the way," I teased, and she smacked me in response.

Like that, the two of us passed out from exhaustion and slept until noon the next day.