I Got Reborn Into A Baron's Household

The following morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and surprisingly at peace with my new reality. The previous night's events still felt surreal. The maids had already prepared breakfast for me, and I decided to get up and start my day.

"Young master, good morning," Suzy greeted me as she entered the room with a tray of food. "I hope you had a good night's rest."

"Yes, thank you, Suzy. Please, can you just call me young master?" I replied, feeling a bit awkward with the formalities.

"My apologies, young master, but as your maid, we are not permitted to address you by your first name," she replied.

"I understand, but when we're alone together, I'd really like you to call me by my name. You can still address me as 'young master' when others are present."

"As you wish, Young master," she said with a warm smile. "I've brought you breakfast. After you eat, your father has requested your presence in his study."

"Thank you, Suzy," I said, taking the tray from her. The breakfast consisted of type of fruit I didn't recognize and eggs. As I ate, I pondered the day's agenda. I needed to learn more about this world and my place in it.

After finishing breakfast, I dressed in the clothes prepared for me and headed to my father's study. The mansion was grand, with high ceilings, intricate woodwork, and a sense of history in every corner. I marveled at the architecture as I made my way through the hallways.

"Good morning, Father," I greeted as I entered the study.

"Good morning, young master. Please, have a seat," Baron Eisenhart said, gesturing to a chair across from his desk. He looked at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling much better, thank you," I replied. "But there's still a lot I don't remember."

"I understand," he said with a nod. "You've been through a lot, and we're just grateful to have you back. There are many things we need to discuss, but first, I want to make sure you're up to it."

"I am. I want to learn everything I can," I assured him.

"Very well. You may not remember the lessons I taught you before, but as the heir to House Eisenhart, it's crucial that you learn them again. Our family's influence in this region is significant, and with that comes the weight of responsibility. I will personally oversee your reeducation. You'll need to understand our lands, our people, and the intricacies of managing the estate. More importantly, you must be prepared to navigate the complex and often ruthless political landscape of this world. We'll start anew, step by step."

I leaned in, listening intently as my father, Baron Caspian Eisenhart, unraveled the complex tapestry of our political landscape. With a voice low and serious, he explained how our family served as a vassal to a high-ranking noble, Count Velrois. The Count held sway over our lands and allegiance, and our fortunes were tied to his whims and commands.

The Baron described the intricate web of noble houses, each with its own ambitions, alliances, and feuds. Some families were bound by ancient pacts, while others were entangled in bitter rivalries that spanned generations. The ongoing power struggles, he warned, were a delicate and dangerous game, where one misstep could spell disaster.

I struggled to absorb the flood of information, the names and relationships blending together in a confusing morass. But I knew I had to grasp as much as possible to navigate this treacherous new reality. My survival, and the future of House Eisenhart, depended on my ability to understand and maneuver within this complex world of nobility and intrigue.

"Father, I also want to learn about magic," I said, recalling the healer's spell from the previous night. "Can I learn to use it?"

Baron Eisenhart regarded me thoughtfully, his expression a mix of curiosity and hesitation. 

"Magic, you say?" he murmured. "Draven, in our country, only a rare few have the gift to wield it. Before your abduction, you had already begun your lessons, and I was informed that you lack an affinity for magic. However," he paused, a hint of encouragement in his tone, "if you're determined, we can arrange for you to consult one of our mages. Fortunately, we have one in our service. I'll see to it that your lessons resume immediately."

So, the previous owner of this body had already attempted to learn magic but likely failed due to a lack of natural affinity.

The prospect of learning magic filled me with a strange mix of excitement and determination. Even if I lacked an innate affinity, something deep within me whispered that this time would be different. I had to try. 

"Thank you, Father," I said, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. "I won't waste this opportunity." 

Baron Eisenhart nodded, his expression softening just slightly. "Good. Perseverance is a trait of our bloodline. Remember, Young master, you carry the legacy of House Eisenhart, and our strength comes not only from our land or alliances but from our will."

'This boy's father truly has a way with words,' I thought. Being a noble, he naturally speaks with the eloquence expected of his status.

As I left the Baron's study, the grandeur of our ancestral home enveloped me. The hallway was adorned with tapestries depicting our family's history and portraits of ancestors whose eyes seemed to follow me as I walked. The air was filled with the scent of old wood and the faint aroma of beeswax candles. It was here that I ran into my sisters, their voices echoing softly against the stone walls.

The eldest of the three, Nyla, was 13 years old and had inherited our mother's striking gray hair, which she wore in a long, elegant braid down her back. Her eyes, a warm hazel, sparkled with a mix of relief and joy. She was tall for her age, with a graceful poise that belied her youth. Nyla was the first to embrace me, her warmth genuine and comforting.

"Brother, we're so glad you're back!" Nyla exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly. "We were so worried about you."

Nicolette, the middle sister, was 11 years old and had our father's brown hair, which framed her delicate face in soft waves. Her eyes were a deep, thoughtful blue, a blend of both our parents' eye colors. She was of average height, with a slender build and a quiet demeanor that made her seem almost ethereal. She offered me a gentle smile, her demeanor more reserved but no less welcoming.

"I'm glad to be back too," I said, returning Nyla's embrace before turning to Nicolette. "I have a lot to catch up on. How have you all been?"

"We've been well," Nicolette replied softly. "But things haven't been the same without you."

Isolde, the youngest at 8 years old, had a mix of our parents' hair colors, a light brown with gray highlights that shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Her eyes were a bright green, full of curiosity and excitement. She was small for her age, with a lively energy that made her seem like a whirlwind of motion. She looked up at me with a grin that was both mischievous and endearing.

"Brother, you have to tell us everything! What was it like in the forest? Did you see any monsters?" Isolde asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I chuckled, feeling a surge of affection for these little ones. Their unique personalities and the bond we shared were a comforting reminder of my sister back when I was on Earth. "I promise to tell you all about it later. For now, let's just enjoy being together again."

Nyla nodded eagerly, her hazel eyes shining with excitement. "We have so much to catch up on. Let's spend some time together later. I want to hear all about what you've missed."

"Absolutely," I agreed, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."

After catching up with my sisters, I found myself in a secluded chamber on the mansion's eastern wing. It was here that I was introduced to Master Alaric, one of the mage employed by our house. He was a wiry man with sharp features, dressed in a simple yet elegant robe that shimmered faintly, as if infused with some magical essence. His piercing eyes studied me as though he could peer directly into my soul. 

"So, you wish to learn magic again," Alaric said, his voice calm but carrying an edge of skepticism. "Your father informed me of your request." 

"I do," I replied firmly. "I may not have succeeded before, but I believe I can now. I'll give it everything I've got." 

Alaric raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Confidence is good, but let's see if it's warranted. Magic is not just about will—it's about understanding and connection. The first step is to test your affinity and see if there's potential to cultivate." 

He gestured to a small table at the center of the room. On it rested an array of crystals, each glowing faintly in different hues.

"These are attunement crystals," Alaric explained. "Each one resonates with a specific element. Place your hands over them, one by one, and we'll see if any react to you." 

I nodded, stepping forward. My heart pounded as I reached for the first crystal, a fiery red stone. As my hand hovered above it, I felt a faint warmth, but the stone's glow remained unchanged. 

"Next," Alaric said, motioning to a blue crystal that radiated a cool, calming light. I tried again, focusing as hard as I could, but there was no reaction. 

One by one, I moved through the crystals—earthy green, golden yellow, deep violet. Nothing. My confidence wavered, doubt creeping in like a shadow. 

Finally, I reached the last crystal. It was unlike the others—a clear, shimmering stone that seemed to refract light in a way that created an almost ethereal glow. 

"This is the rarest of the crystals," Alaric said, his tone unreadable. "The crystal of aether, representing the pure essence of magic itself. Very few ever resonate with it, and it requires a deep connection to the fundamental forces of the world. Place your hand over it."

I took a deep breath and extended my hand. As my fingers neared the crystal, a sudden surge of warmth spread through me. The crystal flared to life, its light intensifying until the entire room was bathed in its radiant glow. 

Alaric's eyes widened in astonishment. "Impossible..." he whispered. 

I stared at the glowing crystal, perplexed by his reaction. "What does this mean?" I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Alaric stepped closer, his expression confused. "It means you have a connection to aether, the rarest form of mana and the most unpredictable of affinities. If cultivated properly, it could make you one of the most powerful mages of your generation. How is this possible? The crystal did not react when we tried it before."

I met Alaric's gaze, my thoughts racing. "I don't know either," I admitted. "Maybe something awakened inside me?"

"That's nonsense. Affinity is something you're born with; it can't just be awakened."

"Well, maybe because I'm different?" I blurted out. After all, I did get reincarnated, so that's not exactly a lie. I keep that thought for myself.

Alaric paused mid-step, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. His expression shifted—curiosity mingling with suspicion. "Different, you say?" he repeated, his tone measured. 

I froze for a moment, realizing I had spoken without thinking. But instead of backtracking, I straightened my posture and met his gaze. "Yes," I said with more confidence than I felt. "I've always felt... out of place, like I'm meant for something more. Maybe that's why the crystal reacted to me this time." 

Alaric's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no hostility in his expression—only a probing intensity. "Interesting," he said after a moment. "Different, indeed. Whether it's your past, your experiences, or something else entirely, the crystal doesn't lie. There's a spark in you now, one that wasn't there before. The question is—what will you do with it?" 

I hesitated, weighing my words. "I'll master it," I said firmly. "I don't know why this power chose me, but I won't waste it. I'll use it to protect my family, my people... and myself." After all, they are now my family, I thought. To live this new life in peace, I need to protect what I now have.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Alaric's lips, though his eyes remained serious. "A noble sentiment, but keep in mind, this type of power is a double-edged sword. It can protect as much as it can destroy. Your resolve will be tested, young master, more than you can imagine." 

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "Then I'll prove I'm worthy of it." 

For a moment, Alaric seemed to study me, as if searching for cracks in my determination. Finally, he gave a slight nod. "Very well. If you're truly different, then perhaps your path will be, too. We'll see if your will matches the potential you've been given." 

He turned away, his tone shifting to one of practicality. "Remember, tomorrow begins your training. Come prepared. And Young master," he added, glancing back at me, "hold on to that confidence. You'll need it." 

As he left the room, I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Maybe because I'm different," I repeated under my breath, a faint smile tugging at my lips. If only he knew just how different I really was. 

For now, my secret was safe. But as I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder—how long could I keep my reincarnation hidden? And what would happen when the truth inevitably came to light?

Over the following days, I threw myself into my studies with renewed vigor. My mornings were spent with my father, learning the intricacies of managing our estate and navigating the political landscape. The Baron was a stern but patient teacher, and I absorbed his lessons like a sponge. I began to understand the delicate balance of power and influence that kept our house standing amidst the tempest of noble politics.

Afternoons were devoted to my magical training with Master Alaric. He proved to be a demanding instructor, continually pushing me to the limits of my abilities. During my time in the Devil's Forest, I had already discovered how to shape aether through my own will, but I chose not to reveal this to Master Alaric immediately. I wanted to avoid any unnecessary questions and focus on learning everything he had to teach.

One afternoon, as I worked to form a simple mana construct, Alaric interrupted me. "Young master, you're forcing it," he said, his voice sharp. "Aether is not a tool to be bent to your will. It's a dance, a partnership. You must move with it, not against it."

I paused. Well, I've already done it before. He might be shocked again if I show him that I already can. Contemplating whether to reveal it to him, I decided to go ahead. Closing my eyes to calm my mind, I reached out with my will, as a partner. To Alaric's astonishment, the construct formed almost effortlessly: a shimmering sphere of energy floating above my palm. The orb pulsed softly, as if it were alive.

Alaric's eyes widened, his usual composure cracking for a brief moment. "How... How did you manage that?" he murmured, stepping closer.

I turned to him, feeling a quiet confidence rise within me. "I just listened," I replied simply.

He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "That's not something most apprentices grasp so quickly," he said at last. "It usually takes years to form such a seamless connection with aether. You indeed have a gift, young master. No, you are a genius!"

"Ahaha.." I laughed, scratching my chin. I was used to being called a genius in my previous life, but now it felt awkward.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself growing more attuned to mana. I could sense it everywhere—in the air, the earth, even within myself. It was a constant hum, a rhythm that pulsed through the world. I began to see the magic in everything, and it was breathtaking.

But my newfound abilities also brought new challenges. I started experiencing vivid dreams, filled with strange visions and whispers in languages I wasn't familiar with but could understand. I kept these experiences to myself, not wanting to worry my father or Alaric.

One evening, after a particularly intense training session, I found myself in the mansion's library. It was a vast room, filled with towering shelves laden with magic tomes and scrolls. I ran my fingers along the spines, feeling the weight of history and knowledge they contained.

A particular book caught my eye—a large, leather-bound volume with no title on the spine. I pulled it out and opened it, finding pages filled with intricate diagrams and symbols. It was a treatise on mana manipulation, written in a language I was unfamiliar with, yet strangely I could understand.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Suzy approaching, her eyes wide with concern. "Young master, are you alright? You've been in here for hours," she said.

I smiled at her, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Yes, I'm fine. Just lost track of time."

She looked at the book in my hands, her brow furrowing. "That's... that's the old language," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "The language of the mana-born, a forgotten language."

I looked at her, surprised. "You recognize it?"

She nodded. "My grandmother used to tell me stories about them. They were said to be the first mages, born with the gift of mana. But they're just legends, stories to tell children."

I looked back at the book, a sense of wonder filling me. Could it be that I was descended from these mana-born mages? Was that the source of my power?

Suzy reached out, her hand covering mine. "Be careful, young master," she said, her voice serious. "The path of magic is treacherous. Don't let it consume you."

I met her gaze, seeing the genuine concern in her eyes. I squeezed her hand, reassuring her. "I won't, Suzy. I promise."

The next day, Alaric continued with his lessons. "Now, let us move on to the basics of spellcasting. Yesterday, we talked about how to shape mana through your will. Magic is the art of shaping mana into a tangible form. To cast a spell, one must first focus on the intent and visualize the desired outcome. Incantations help anchor the mind and channel mana efficiently. Now, what I'm about to show you is a basic light magic spell."

He raised a hand, uttering an incantation in a language that sounded ancient and melodic, "A vin ather, krais kin, fin kin laru, vin siri!"

Translated, it meant:

"Light of the ether, banish the darkness, reveal the hidden truth, light sphere!"

The air shimmered, and a small orb of light materialized, hovering above his palm. The simplicity of the spell belied the precision and control it required.

As he was casting the spell, I felt a faint shift in the air. Instinctively, I focused, channeling mana through my eyes and then suddenly, I could see the mana in the environment, swirling and condensing around Alaric's hand. It was as though the invisible threads of the world had become visible to me.

I gasped, drawing Alaric's attention. "What is it?" he asked.

"I... I think I can see how the mana is converging," I said, blinking in amazement. "It's like threads weaving together to form the spell."

Alaric's eyes widened. "That... is not a common ability. What you're describing is mana sight, a skill that takes most mages years to develop, if they ever do. Hahahah. You are really full of surprises, Young Master Draven."

I couldn't help but smile at his reaction, but my mind was already racing. If mana could be visualized, then it could be studied. Patterns, flows, densities... it was like a natural system waiting to be understood and perhaps optimized.

Alaric's voice broke through my thoughts. "Focus now. Try to replicate what you saw. Channel your mana and speak this incantation: 'Vin siri.' Visualize the orb of light I created."

I nodded, closing my eyes to concentrate. Reaching inward, I found the core of energy within me. Carefully, I guided it outward, shaping it as Alaric had instructed. "A vin ather, krais kin, fin kin laru, vin siri!" I intoned, my voice steady.

A faint glow appeared before me, flickering like a candle in the wind. I opened my eyes to see a small, unsteady orb of light. It was crude compared to Alaric's, but it was there.

"Not bad for a first attempt," Alaric said with an approving nod. "With practice, you'll gain control and finesse. Magic requires patience as much as it does talent."

As the lesson continued, I couldn't help but formulate a theory. The incantations were not mere words; they seemed to act as a guide, shaping the mana's flow and form. The visualization provided the structure, while the focus supplied the power. It was a system—an elegant fusion of intent and energy. I resolved to experiment further, to see if this theory held true.

By the end of the session, my mind buzzed with possibilities. Alaric was a skilled teacher, but my scientific background pushed me to approach magic in ways even he might not have considered.

After the lesson with Master Alaric, I made my way back to my study, my mind racing with all the new information and experiences. I sat down at my desk, quill and parchment at the ready, eager to document everything I had learned so far.

Notes on Magic:

1. Mana: The fundamental energy that fuels magic. It exists in the environment and within living beings. With mana sense, one can perceive and manipulate this energy.

2. Aether: The rarest and purest form of mana and the most unpredictable of affinities. If cultivated properly, it could make you one of the most powerful mages of your generation.

3. Mana Sense: The ability to perceive mana. Usually requires years of practice, but can be awakened in moments of crisis for those with an innate affinity.

4. Mana Sight: The ability to see mana, a rare skill even among mages. Allows the user to observe the flow and manipulation of mana.

5. Spells: Magical effects created by shaping mana. Require focus, visualization, and incantations to anchor the mind and channel mana efficiently.

6. Incantations: Ancient words that guide the flow of mana. They help shape the spell and focus the caster's intent. The language seems to be from ancient time.

Vin Siri - Creates a small orb of light.

Incantation: "A vin ather, krais kin, fin kin laru, vin siri!"

Vinar - Healing Spell:

Incantation: "A vin kin viro, sol ulir es skir, Lina i keir, mar nalir. Srits de lina, krais naru, Fin avirs, kora laru. Vinar!"

I paused, rereading my notes, committing them to memory. This was just the beginning, a foundation to build upon. I knew there was so much more to learn, to explore, to understand.

Just as I was about to dive deeper into my studies, a soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I called, looking up from my desk.

Suzy entered, a tray of tea and snacks in her hands. "I thought you might need a break, Draven," she said, setting the tray down on a nearby table. "You've been at it for hours."

I smiled, grateful for her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Suzy. You're right, I could use a break." I stretched, realizing how tense my muscles had become from hunching over my notes.

Suzy poured a cup of tea and handed it to me. "How are your studies coming along?" she asked, taking a seat nearby.

I took a sip of the hot, soothing liquid. "It's fascinating," I said. "There's so much to learn, to understand. It's like a whole new world has opened up to me."

Suzy smiled; her eyes warm with encouragement. "You'll do great, Draven. I have faith in you."

Her words meant more to me than she knew. I was grateful for her support, for her belief in me. It gave me the strength and determination to keep going, to keep learning, to keep pushing the boundaries of what I knew and what I could do.

As the warmth of the tea settled in, a sense of refreshment washed over me. I turned my gaze to Suzy, meeting her eyes. There was a quiet sincerity in her look, a deep concern that spoke volumes. Without thinking, I reached out and cupped her cheek, my touch soft and tender. "You're always looking out for me, aren't you?" I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude.

She leaned into my touch, her eyes softening. "Someone has to," she replied with a small smile.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers in a soft, grateful kiss. She responded immediately, her lips moving in sync with mine. I deepened the kiss, my hands moving to her waist to pull her closer. She let out a soft sigh, her body melting against mine.

Trailing kisses from her lips to her jaw, I then moved to her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my touch. She gasped softly, her body shivering with each press of my lips. I could feel the chill run down her spine as I lingered on her sensitive spot, her breath hitching in anticipation.

"Draven," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she tilted her head to give me better access. I continued to explore her neck, my hands roaming over her back, feeling her tremble under my touch. The study, my notes, everything else faded away as I lost myself in the moment with Suzy.

As I continued to kiss Suzy's neck, my hands began to explore her body more boldly. I ran my palms over her shoulders, down her arms, and then to her waist, feeling the curve of her hips beneath my fingers. She pressed closer to me, her breath coming in quick gasps as my touch ignited her senses.

My hands moved upward, tracing the line of her ribcage before gently cupping her breasts. She let out a soft moan, her body arching into my touch. I could feel her heart racing beneath my palm, her breath hot against my skin. I brushed my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden through the fabric of her dress.

Suzy's hands gripped my shoulders, her fingers digging into my muscles as she held on tightly. I could feel her body trembling with desire, her responses fueling my own arousal. I trailed one hand down her side, over her hip, and then to her thigh, slowly gathering the fabric of her dress until I could slip my hand underneath.

Her skin was warm and smooth, her breath hitching as my fingers brushed against her inner thigh. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, her body ready and eager for my touch. I moved my hand higher, my fingers brushing against the edge of her undergarments. She gasped, her body tensing in anticipation.

I pressed my lips to hers once more, swallowing her moans as I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric, feeling her slick and ready. Her hips bucked against my hand, her body begging for more. I began to explore her folds, my fingers moving slowly and deliberately, drawing out her pleasure with each touch. The workshop filled with the sounds of our breaths mingling, our bodies pressing together, and the soft, wet noises of my fingers moving within her. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our passion.

I deepened our kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as my fingers continued to move within her. Suzy's hips rocked against my hand, her body chasing the pleasure that was building with each touch. I could feel her growing more urgent, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

I curled my fingers slightly, finding the spot inside her that made her cry out against my lips. I rubbed it gently, my thumb circling her clit in rhythm with my fingers. Her body tensed, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clung to me.

"Draven," she gasped, tearing her mouth away from mine to bury her face in my neck. "I'm so close... please don't stop."

I increased the pressure, my fingers and thumb moving faster, pushing her closer to the edge. Her body was slick with sweat, her breath hot against my skin. I could feel her heart pounding, her muscles tensing as she neared her climax.

With a final, desperate cry, she came undone. Her body convulsed around my fingers, her hips bucking wildly as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I held her tightly, my fingers drawing out her orgasm until she was left trembling and breathless in my arms.

Slowly, I withdrew my hand, bringing my fingers to my lips to taste her. She watched me, her eyes glazed with spent passion, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"That was... amazing," she murmured, her body still shaking with tiny aftershocks. "How are you so good at this?"

I smiled back, "I'm good at studying." I answered, my own body aching with need. "And we're just getting started," I promised, my voice low and husky with desire.

As Suzy caught her breath, I gently guided her to lie back on the nearby workbench, clearing it with a swift motion. Her eyes widened slightly, but she complied, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her climax. I leaned over her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before trailing my mouth down her neck, her collarbone, and then to the valley between her breasts.

I hooked my fingers into the neckline of her dress, pulling it down to reveal her breasts. She arched her back, helping me free them from the confines of her clothing. I took a moment to admire her, her chest heaving with anticipation, before lowering my head to take one hardened nipple into my mouth.

She gasped, her body arching further as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive peak. I sucked gently, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her. I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, my hands roaming over her body, feeling her respond to my touch.

Slowly, I moved lower, my lips tracing a path down her stomach, her muscles quivering beneath my touch. I reached the hem of her dress, pushing it up to reveal her thighs. I could see the damp spot on her undergarments, evidence of her arousal. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her shiver.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her undergarments, pulling them down and off, leaving her bare before me. I could see her glistening with desire, her body ready for more. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her folds, feeling her jump slightly at the contact.

I began to explore her with my tongue, my hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. She cried out, her body bucking against my mouth as I found her clit, circling it gently. I could taste her, sweet and musky, her scent filling my senses.

I increased the pressure, my tongue moving faster, my lips sucking gently. Her hands found their way to my hair, gripping tightly as she held me against her. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her body tensing as she neared another climax.

I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that made her cry out. I moved them in rhythm with my tongue, pushing her closer to the edge. Her body convulsed, her muscles clamping down on my fingers as she came again, her cry of pleasure filling the workshop.

I continued to move my tongue and fingers, drawing out her orgasm until she was left trembling and breathless. Only then did I slow my movements, pressing a final, gentle kiss to her folds before lifting my head to look at her.

Her eyes were closed, her body limp with spent passion. A soft smile played on her lips as she murmured, "That was... amazing, Draven."

I smiled back, my own body aching with need, but I was content to wait. I wanted to savor this moment, to let her enjoy the aftermath of her pleasure. There was no rush, no urgency. We had all the time in the world.

As Suzy lay there, basking in the afterglow of her pleasure, I began to undress. Her eyes fluttered open, watching me with a satisfied smile as I removed my shirt, revealing my bare chest. I could see the appreciation in her gaze, her eyes roaming over my body as I continued to undress.

I kicked off my boots, my hands moving to my belt. I unbuckled it slowly, my eyes locked on hers as I teased her with my deliberate movements. I unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down and off, leaving me in my undergarments. I could see her breath hitch as she took in the bulge beneath the fabric, evidence of my arousal.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, pushing them down and off, freeing myself. Her eyes widened slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took me in. I could see the desire in her gaze, her body already responding to the sight of me.

I moved over her, my body covering hers as I braced myself on my elbows. I could feel her heat, her body ready for me. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her wrap her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

I reached down, guiding myself to her entrance. I could feel her slick and ready, her body eager for mine. I pushed in slowly, feeling her stretch around me, her breath hitching as I filled her.

She gasped, her nails digging into my back as I began to move. I started slow, my hips rolling against hers, feeling her body respond to mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back, urging me deeper.

I increased my pace, my body moving faster, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel her meeting my thrusts, her hips lifting to take me deeper. Her moans filled the workshop, her body tensing as she neared another climax.

I could feel my own pleasure building, my body aching with need. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her body convulsed, her muscles clamping down on me as she came again, her cry of pleasure pushing me over the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, I came undone, my body shaking with the force of my climax. I collapsed on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling as we came down from our high. I rolled off her, pulling her into my arms, her head resting on my chest.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to pull it out," I said, my voice tinged with regret.

"It's okay, Draven. I'm safe today," she reassured me with a gentle smile. "That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice soft and breathless.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yes, it was," I agreed, my body already stirring with renewed desire. But for now, I was content to hold her, to savor this moment of intimacy and connection. There would be time for more later. Much more.