My world to Free-use

**Chapter 253**

I sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, eyes closed, circulating the dark energy through my pathways in slow, deliberate loops. The process had become almost meditative after the last evolution, but it still demanded focus. The residual heat from earlier still clung to my body, a low, satisfied ache that refused to fully fade.

On the bed behind me, Tara and Tanya remained completely out. Tara’s lean, battle-scarred form was half-curled on her side, black hair spread across the pillow. Tanya lay closer to the edge, soft and delicate even in sleep, the fuller curves of her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Neither had stirred since I had finished with them. The sheets were a ruined mess of sweat and fluids, but I had not bothered cleaning anything yet.

I wanted to have a taste of both of them at once, but that required explanation, and I wasn’t ready to trust them enough yet.

While I was lost in that thought, a soft knock on the door brought me back to reality.

A noble wouldn’t knock, so it was someone of my own status.

I opened my eyes but did not rise immediately. “Enter.”

The door opened just enough for a young maid to step inside. She kept her gaze lowered, hands folded in front of her apron. “Jack… Lady Zara requests your presence. She is waiting in the western garden pavilion.”

I studied the girl for a moment. Her expression remained carefully neutral, but there was a faint tightness around her eyes. Zara calling for me after being away for some time was not unusual, yet the choice of location was.

“I shall make my way to her as quickly as I can.”

The maid bowed and withdrew, closing the door without a sound.

I rose, adjusted my clothes, and gave the two unconscious women on the bed one spank each on their asses, watching the different types of asses react in different ways. They didn’t react much except for an unconscious ‘hnn~’.

I left the room and made my way through the quieter corridors of the estate toward the western garden.

The sun had already begun to lower, casting long amber light across the stone paths and trimmed hedges. The western pavilion sat slightly apart from the main buildings, half-hidden by flowering trees and a low wall that offered partial privacy without fully isolating it. It was the sort of place a noblewoman might use for quiet conversation, close enough to the estate that servants still passed occasionally, yet secluded enough that raised voices would not carry far.

Zara stood near the open side of the pavilion, looking out over a small ornamental pond. Her wavy black hair fell loose to her waist, catching the fading light. She wore a deep-colored dress of fine fabric that followed the elegant line of her waist and the wider flare of her hips. The skirt was long enough to reach her ankles, but the cut still hinted at the soft, heavy curve of her ass beneath it. Even from behind, the childbearing proportions of her figure remained unmistakable.

She turned when she heard my steps. Deep brown eyes met mine, calm and assessing, though there was a faint edge of something else beneath the noble composure, hunger held carefully in check.

“Jack,” she said. Her voice carried its usual refined tone, but it was quieter than usual. “You took your time.”

“My apologies, my lady. I had to make sure I was clean and proper before meeting you.” I answered, stopping a few paces away. “You were away longer than expected.”

“Some matters required attention.” Her gaze flicked briefly past me, checking the path, before returning. “Cassandra and I only returned this afternoon. I sent for you as soon as I could.”

I stepped closer. The faint scent of her reached me: clean skin, a trace of whatever perfume she favored, and underneath it the familiar warmth of her body. She did not step back.

“You look tense,” I said.

Zara’s lips curved in the smallest, almost self-mocking smile. “Is it that obvious?”

“To me.”

She glanced toward the path again. A distant pair of servants moved between the hedges, too far to hear us clearly but close enough that any sudden movement or raised voice might draw eyes. The concern that crossed her face was not about the act itself; there was still no concept of sex in this world, but about dignity. A noble lady of her standing could not afford to look disordered or compromised in front of the household staff.

“This place is not ideal,” she murmured.

“It is private enough,” I replied. “If we are careful.”

I closed the remaining distance and rested one hand on her waist, fingers pressing lightly through the fabric. Her body was warm. The soft give of her flesh under my palm was exactly as I remembered. Zara’s breath caught almost imperceptibly, a quiet “Hnn…” slipping out before she could stop it, but she did not pull away.

“It has been some time, Lady Zara,” I said, voice low. “I will have to properly please you.”

Her deep brown eyes held mine for a moment. Then she gave a small, controlled nod.

“Do it carefully,” she said.

“Yes, my lady.”

I guided her a step farther into the partial cover of the pavilion’s shadow, near one of the thicker wooden pillars. From most angles we would still be partially hidden, but the risk remained real. I reached down, took the hem of her long skirt in both hands, and slowly drew the fabric all the way up to her waist.

Zara’s breath hitched. “Jack…”

“You are just as soft as I remember, Zara,” I murmured, intentionally just taking her name, reminding her body of the memories of a few months back. When she had completely surrendered herself to me despite her noble pride.

I held the skirt bunched at her waist, completely exposing her from the hips down. The cool evening air touched the bare skin of her thighs and the soft, heavy curves of her ass. She wore nothing underneath. The full, voluptuous shape of her backside was suddenly open to the garden, pale, smooth, and already faintly tense under my gaze. The deep cleft between her cheeks and the soft folds of her pussy from the front were fully visible.

Zara’s body went rigid for a second. A soft, nervous “Haa…” left her as her eyes darted toward the distant path.

I rested both hands on the bare cheeks of her ass and squeezed. The flesh was soft, warm, and heavy, yielding easily under my fingers before springing back. I spread them apart, exposing her more deliberately, then brought one hand down in a firm open-palmed slap.

*Slap.*

The soft meat of her ass jiggled heavily under the strike. A clear “Ahn—!” escaped her before she could bite it back.

“Hnn… Jack…”

“Your ass is so soft, Zara,” I said, and slapped the other cheek harder. The flesh bounced again, already beginning to pinken. Zara’s thighs tensed. Another soft “Ahh… Hng…” slipped out of her.

I kept her skirt pinned high and used both hands to thoroughly work her bare ass. Firm gropes, slow spreads, and sharp, uneven spanks landed across both cheeks. Each impact made the soft, voluptuous flesh ripple and jiggle. The sound of skin on skin was clear in the open air. Zara’s breathing grew uneven almost immediately.

“Ahn… Haa… Hnn…”

I paused only long enough to glance toward the path. The distant servants had moved farther away, but another pair was approaching from a different walk. They were still too far to make out details, yet close enough that if they turned their heads at the wrong moment, they might notice the noble lady standing with her skirt held around her waist and her ass bare.

Zara’s body tensed harder under my hands. A shaky “Haa… Ahn…” left her, but she did not try to pull the skirt down. The long time without sex had already begun to fray her restraint.

I continued without covering her.

I spread her cheeks wide with both hands and let my thumbs brush along the soft inner curves, close to her entrance without yet pushing inside. Her skin was already hot. When I delivered another series of sharper spanks, the flesh bounced heavily and a louder “Ahn—! Haa…” broke from her throat. Soft, continuous sounds kept escaping her despite the approaching footsteps.

“Hnn… Ahh… Haa… Ahn…”

The servants passed along the outer path. One of them glanced briefly in the direction of the pavilion, but the angle and the fading light kept us from being clearly seen. Still, the risk hung in the air. Zara’s breathing stayed uneven, her bare ass still fully exposed and warm under my hands.

I did not lower the skirt.

Instead, I turned her around, making her place her hands on the pillar and kneeling behind her.

“Jack… wait—”

“It’s alright, Zara,” I said quietly, “I’m dying to taste you.”

Kneeling behind her, I covered myself with her skirt, fully covered by her dress to remain unseen.

In the darkness, the scent of her pussy assaulted me even more, flowing through my nostrils and awakening something inside of me.

Parting her ass cheeks, making her shiver under my touch, I extended my tongue to trace the folds of her pussy while casting [Cleanse] on her asshole, ending the long lick on her asshole.

“AHHNN!!! JACK!!!”

Yeah, someone must have definitely heard that.

And I stood true…

“Young Lady Zara?”

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