My world to Free-use

**Chapter 247**

I returned to my room later than I had planned.

The sex with Elara was still fresh in my mind: her controlled moans, the tight heat of her body, taking her anal virginity. Combined with the earlier use of Valeria over the desk. Fuck. My desire refused to be sated. I needed something more. Someone I could take my time with.

When I pushed the door open, I expected an empty room. But it wasn’t.

Tara was waiting for me.

She sat on the edge of my bed, posture straight. The training outfit hung tightly on her lean frame. Black hair fell around her shoulders, and her black eyes lifted the moment I entered. There was a quiet tension in the set of her jaw, the same restrained strain I had noticed since the day she arrived with her children.

“Jack,” she said. Her voice was steady, but softer than usual. “I was waiting for you.”

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment. “Is something wrong, Aunt?”

She hesitated, fingers curling lightly against the sheets. “The massage you gave me before… in the bath. If it is not too much trouble… could you do it again?”

The request was simple. Practical. An aunt was asking her nephew for relief from the tension that had left in her muscles. She still believed it was only a massage, something noblewomen used to relax. She had no idea what she was truly asking for. Nor was she supposed to. That was the beauty of this world.

I studied her in silence. The athletic lines of her body were visible even under the tight outfit: the narrow waist, the quiet strength in her shoulders, the way her posture remained disciplined even as she sat casually.

My gaze drifted lower, remembering the compact shape of her ass, the perfect six-pack, the battle scars that marked years of fighting. A widow. A virgin widow, though she did not yet understand the second part of that truth. The thought settled darkly in my mind and refused to leave.

“Of course,” I said. “Lie on your stomach. I’ll take care of it.”

Tara nodded and turned, stretching out on the bed. I sat beside her hips and placed both hands on her lower back. The muscle beneath my palms was firm, well-defined, the kind of strength built through years of combat rather than idle training. I pressed my thumbs into the tight knots along her spine and worked upward in slow, deliberate circles.

She exhaled quietly. “That already feels better…”

“It will feel much better,” I replied.

I continued the surface massage for several minutes, letting her settle into the familiar rhythm. My hands moved from her lower back to the sides of her waist, then lower still, until my fingers brushed the upper curve of her ass through the fabric. Tara did not tense. Why would she? This world was fucking amazing.

Only then did I hook my fingers into the waist of her lower garments and draw them down. The fabric slid over the compact, muscular shape of her ass and settled around her upper thighs. The sight that greeted me was exactly as I remembered—small but perfectly formed cheeks, lean and tight, with a deep cleft between them. When I rested my hands on both cheeks and spread them, the tight pink ring of her asshole came into view, along with the neat, untouched folds of her pussy just below.

I felt a slow, perverse satisfaction settle in my chest.

A widow. A warrior. And still completely untouched in the ways that mattered most.

I activated [Cleanse] first. The soft glow of the spell washed over her rear entrance, removing any impurity. Then I retrieved a small vial of tasteless magical oil from my inventory and poured a thin line between her cheeks. The oil caught the light as it slid down the cleft and pooled against the small pink hole.

Tara shifted slightly. “J-Jack…”

“Anything wrong, Aunt Tara?” I asked calmly.

“N-nothing. I was just a little hesitant about you touching my butthole again.”

“It’s alright, Aunt Tara. I cleaned it using magic.”

I placed the pad of my thumb against the tight ring without waiting for her to register my reply and began to circle, spreading the oil thoroughly. Her asshole clenched under the light pressure, the muscle reacting instinctively. I kept the motion slow and patient, coating every millimeter of the entrance until it glistened.

“It still feels strange,” she murmured.

“It would feel like this the first few times.” I applied a little more pressure. The tip of my thumb sank past the outer ring. Tara’s breath caught sharply.

“Ahn…”

I held still, letting her adjust to the single knuckle of intrusion. The heat inside her was intense, the muscle gripping tightly around even that small invasion. After a few seconds, I began to move, working the thumb in short, shallow strokes, spreading more oil with each pass. Her lean thighs tensed against the sheets. Soft, uncertain sounds left her throat.

“Hnng… Jack…”

I replaced my thumb with my index finger and pushed deeper. The tight ring stretched around the single digit, then accepted it. I curled the finger slowly, stroking the inner walls of her ass while my other hand rested on the small of her back, steadying her. Tara’s hips twitched once. A low, startled moan slipped out of her.

“It feels… warmer now…”

I added a second finger only when the first moved freely. The added stretch drew a sharper sound from her, higher and thinner. Her asshole clenched hard around both fingers, pulsing in small involuntary waves. I scissored them carefully, opening her by degrees, watching the way the tight pink muscle yielded and then gripped again.

“Ahn… hah… it’s getting deeper…”

“That means it’s working.”

I worked both fingers in a steady rhythm, twisting and spreading, coating her thoroughly with oil from the inside. My free hand slid beneath her to rest against the firm plane of her stomach, feeling the defined lines of her six-pack tense and release with every breath. The contrast of soft skin over hard muscle was deeply satisfying. I traced one of the battle scars that crossed her side with my thumb while I continued fingering her ass.

Tara’s breathing had grown uneven. Soft moans escaped her more frequently now, still laced with hesitation but no longer purely uncomfortable.

“Hnng… Jack… it doesn’t feel strange… anymore…”

“It will feel even better soon.”

I withdrew my fingers slowly. The tight ring closed behind them with a soft, wet sound. Tara made a small noise of loss before she could stop herself. I ignored it and leaned down, spreading her cheeks wider with both hands.

The first long lick of my tongue across her oiled asshole made her entire body jolt.

“Ah! Your mouth…!! Again…!!!”

“It’s alright, Aunt. I cleaned it, remember,” I said against her skin, then dragged my tongue over the tight ring again, slower this time. The tasteless oil mixed with the faint natural flavor of her. I sealed my lips over the small hole and licked with focused pressure, tongue pushing firmly against the center.

Tara’s moan was sharper this time. “Hah… ahh…”

I worked my tongue in steady circles, then pointed it and pressed inward. The tight muscle resisted for a moment before yielding. My tongue slid inside her ass, warm and slick. I fucked the small hole with it in short thrusts, tasting her from the inside while my nose pressed against the upper curve of her cheeks.

Her reaction was immediate and layered. The initial startled tension melted into something heavier. Her hips pushed back a fraction against my mouth. The lean muscles of her ass flexed around my tongue. Soft, broken sounds spilled from her lips with every breath.

“Nnh… it’s so warm… so strange… but… ahh…”

I spent a long time there. I licked and thrust and sealed my mouth over her, alternating between broad strokes across the entire entrance and deep, pointed thrusts inside. Occasionally I added a finger alongside my tongue, stretching her further while I continued to rim her. My other hand never stopped moving, caressing the firm plane of her stomach, squeezing the compact flesh of her ass, sliding up under her top to cup one small breast and roll the stiff pink nipple between my fingers.

Tara’s moans grew steadily less restrained. The warrior’s discipline in her voice frayed under the steady assault on her ass. Her thighs trembled. The defined muscles of her back shifted and flexed with every stroke of my tongue.

“Hah… Jack… I can’t… it feels too good there…”

I pulled my mouth away just long enough to speak, breath warm against her soaked hole.

“Then let it feel good. That is the entire purpose.”

I returned to her ass with renewed focus, tongue and fingers working together until the tight ring was soft, open, and visibly relaxed. When I finally lifted my head, a thin string of saliva connected my lips to her glistening asshole. Tara lay panting against the sheets, black hair stuck to her neck, the lean lines of her body damp with sweat. Her small breasts rose and fell quickly. Between her spread cheeks, her prepared entrance twitched faintly, as if already missing the intrusion.

I sat back on my heels and looked at her fully.

I rested one hand on the small of her back, thumb brushing the top of her cleft.

“The preparation is finished,” I said quietly. “Now I’m going to insert the tool. Are you ready?”

Tara turned her head just enough to look at me over her shoulder. Her black eyes were already glassy, her lips parted.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please… continue.”

I rose onto my knees behind her, activating the state of completion, hardening my dick like a steel pole, and prepared to give her exactly what she had asked for.

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