Chapter 213 First date (nsfw)

“I’m so glad that we finally have a chance to go out on a date.” Rosalyn said, walking down the street holding Van’s hand. “Can you believe it’s my first date ever? I’m so excited!” looking like she was filled with energy and ready to use it.

“Funnily enough, I think this is my first date too.” Van replied, taking a moment to think about it himself.

Rosalyn’s eyes widened. “You’ve never been on a date before!? But you have so many wives and concubines!”

Van felt a little embarrassed. “True… but usually things happen in such a way that kinda skips the dating part and gets straight to the… sex part… and then the… marriage… part…” Now feeling a bit down that he said it out loud and realized how true it was.

“Well not this time!” Rosalyn said confidently. “This time were going to go on many amazing dates and fall in love and marry before we have lots of sex! I promise you!”

Van chuckled at that. “It would be a nice change of pace,” he joked. “But I doubt it will happen in that order. Let’s just do our best today and see where it goes. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to be taken in a field of flowers at the end of our date?” Teasing her a little.

Rosalyn blushed. “True… But don’t worry! I’ll still make sure to make this date the most amazing date ever!” Giving Van a beaming smile.

“I look forward to it.” Van replied with a smile, and surprised himself by meaning it. It would be nice to go on a proper date. And Rosalyn’s positive attitude was infectious.

“But before that… there is something I want to talk to you about first…” Rosalyn said, getting suddenly serious.

“Yes?” he asked, looking concerned by the sudden mood change of Rosalyn.

“I heard you went to the lover’s guild to work and earn money… is that correct?” Her kind eyes turned sharp.

“Er… yes…?” Van replied nervously for some reason.

Rosalyn gave a silent sigh and played with her Vespera bangle. “Here, I heard you spent all the money on clothes, so here’s the hundred thousand Crava’s you spent back.” transferring the money to him.

“What? No! I knew what I was doing when I bought those clothes, I can’t accept charity like this!” He complained.

“It’s not about charity. How would you feel if Luna had to go to the lover’s guild to work and earn money when you could have financially helped her? And imagine what that says about you? Or what others see when they see your spouse, future or otherwise, doing tricks to earn a few extra Crava? I understand why you did it, and I respect the pride you have to go to such lengths to protect it. But I can’t have you selling out your body like this… I’m sorry…”

And Rosalyn meant it, she was sorry about it, but it would ruin the status of herself and her fiancé if he continued to do this kind of thing. It was one thing to have a large harem, that was impressive, one thing to be very virile, that was also impressive. But to be a cheap whore? That was not so impressive…

“I’m not going to say you should stop using the lover’s guild app, or not take clients… but perhaps you should put more thought on who you take… if you can somehow raise your rank to iron or steel secretly, that would actually increase your renown… So long as you are… selective… with who you allow to pay for your services… and there are more than just points and money to earn for sex… I’ve heard some escorts can gain themselves some big favors from powerful individuals, or learn some interesting information through those they bed… just… think before you do something like this again… please?”

Van couldn’t refute what she was saying… And it did seem like she was trying to go out of her way to make it clear she wasn’t trying to control him. Not to mention she brought up some good points he couldn’t argue. He supposed he had no choice other than to accept Rosalyn paying for everything for the time being. For his dignity and honor of his house, as well as the reputation of his wives who had to deal with it every time he sold himself out so cheaply.

“I understand… I’ll keep what you said in mind and be more careful in the future.” He replied solemnly. Though inwardly, he was a little happy about her admonishment, it helped clear a few things in his mind. There was no point in selling himself for sex, it was pretty sure that no matter what, in his future there will be more and more women in his life, best not to get things to complicated with being paid lovers with people he didn’t even care for…

Rosalyn looked a little saddened. “I’m sorry Van, I just thought now that we had some alone time together… That we should talk about this and get it out of the way, rather than discuss it near the end of our date and potentially ruin it.”

Van shook his head. “No, I appreciate that you decided to discuss it with me right away rather than hiding it.” Then snorted in amusement. “And what alone time? I’m pretty sure we’re surrounded by your agents.” He joked, though it did come out a little stale despite his intentions.

And he wasn’t wrong, they may have dressed casually for this occasion so as not to draw attention. But he was pretty sure that there were at least a dozen or so people following them in secret.

Rosalyn sighed. “Yes… the unfortunate consequence of being the ruler of an entire duchy… You can’t go two steps without someone watching your every move…” Rolling her eyes, agreeing whole heartedly with Van. “Would you believe that this was the amount I was able to bargain Duvessa down to? It’s not easy to convince her to allow me to walk within my own city without a small army at my heels everywhere I go.”

“Sounds rough...” Van said, sympathizing with her.

“Tell me about it.” Rosalyn replied, nodding her head. “Now then,” Looking up at him. “I have a few ideas of how we can start our date. First, we go to the theater, then get a bite to eat at the flying cat, maybe explore a few shops afterward, go to the auction house and then the park ending with us walking up a nice hill at the corner of the city with a beautiful view with that field of flowers I mentioned.” giving him a saucy wink with that last bit.

“And let me guess, a rump in said flowers as the cherry on top to our date.” Van finished for her.

“You said it, not me.” She smiled.

Van rolled his eyes in good fun. “Alright then, let’s get this show on the road. I’m actually kinda looking forward to this.” A small smile on his lips.

“As am I.” Rosalyn responded.

The two held hands as they walked down the street. It was slow going because Rosalyn was practically half the height of Van, and he felt a bit self conscious about that. But he tried to ignore it and just enjoy the ride.

The two were wearing casual clothes. Or at least, Van was, he wasn’t so sure about Rosalyn or if what she was wearing was considered casual, but then again, it also seemed to be the go to for most women.

Van was wearing just a plain dark t-shirt, with pants. It was actually one of the few times he wore something like this other than his usual noblish garb. Rosalyn on the other hand, had a very cute white shirt with a kitty and flowers printed on it. A kitty that has seen better days because of how painfully stretched out it was thanks to the massive breasts they tried to contain, they were pulled up so high that it exposed the midriff. She also wore a white mini skirt and stockings up to her thighs, and with the fact that most women didn’t wear underwear, meant she was going commando and revealing her nipples through her tight shirt.

“Hmm… What nice weather.” She said happily as a gentle gust of wind blew on them, flipping up her skirt, exposing everything…

“Ya… nice weather…” Van said, watching, mesmerized by how Rosalyn’s beautiful golden hair danced through the air behind her.

And as if that was an icebreaker, the two began to talk about their favorite weather. Van went for a mix of slightly sunny and cloudy days, and admitted a partial joy for rainy weather so long as he was inside. Rosalyn said that sunny days were the best, especially if they were windy, and that she was base for saying so. He disagreed, and the two had some fun ribbing each other.

Once at the theater, Rosalyn made sure that Van would enjoy himself by getting tickets for the Lion’s pride two. She said she already saw the first play, and in fact, saw it multiple times, as well as most of the other plays quite a few times. She lived here after all, and usually when she wanted to sit down and relax, she would make some time to watch a play or two. Times that by thirty years and she had at least watched every play available at least twice. Only really getting excited when a new play became available.

As Van sat down to enjoy the play, Rosalyn sat down on his lap, saying it was always her wish to do something like this with her boyfriend and future spouse. He couldn’t fault her for wanting something like that, so allowed her to stay, and the two enjoyed the next three hours of the play, plus the half hour intermission.

Van felt like some of the lion's pride two fell a little flat as compared to the first one, and seemed to fall victim to the same tropes as the other plays with women centric main characters, though overall it was a decent improvement from the first, adding to what happened from before.

They talked about the play they just watched, and Rosalyn recommended another that she thought he might enjoy. Which turned out to be that one where the main characters find that flying ship to the stars. He felt like he wasn’t going to enjoy it, but was surprised by the fact that he did. It had all the same tropes that he was expecting, but taken in a surprisingly nuanced way that turned the trope on its head a little. Even getting a little teary eyed near the middle of it when the male had to leave behind one of the beautiful alien women because she couldn’t leave her homeworld. The character dynamics, as well as the exploration of the characters and the aliens dealing with very different cultures and ideas really stoked the imagination.

When they were done with that, they walked back out onto the street, happily chattering away about what they just saw and talking about theories and debating about what it really meant as well as what could happen if it got a sequel. As they moved, Rosalyn asked Van if it was okay to ride on his shoulders, saying it was always a dream of hers to ride on someone's shoulders.

To which he agreed, even though he thought it wasn’t a good idea with what she was wearing. He felt like she was genuine in her childlike desire, the same with when she wanted to sit on his lap. Once she was on, he couldn't get over how nice she smelled, like flowers with a mellow scent added to it.

They walked to the flying cat like this, Rosalyn only getting down when it was time to sit and eat. Insisting that she feed him with her own spoon some delicious desserts, giggling happily every time he agreed and took a bit.

“I always wanted to do this!” She said happily, barely able to contain her child-like joy. “Another one! Another one!” excitedly scooping up another piece of hot fudge and ice cream sundae and leaning so far onto the table she was practically on top of it. Stretching out her arm to reach Van’s mouth.

Van swallowed the last piece of ice cream he had in his mouth, trying not to stare as Rosalyn’s huge knockers pressed themselves onto the table. He looked into her beautiful crimson eyes, filled with expectation and pure joy. It was embarrassing, but he leaned forward and took another bite, making Rosalyn squeal in delight.

She then begged him to do the same to her, to which he did, slowly feeding her one piece at a time. She was practically over the moon with how much she enjoyed this.

Once there was no more ice cream to be had, she sighed both in contentment and sadness that it was over. Leaning back to enjoy the afterglow of what they just did, wanting to keep this kind of feeling forever.

After a while, she slowly got up and walked over to the railing. Climbing it so as to look over it, she gazed down on the city below. Her position giving her a nice view of everything, such as the central plaza in the distance. It may not have been the tallest building around… but it was still nice…

Van slowly walked up to join her, looking down her line of sight, enjoying the scenery of all the people and shops below. It was like the city was alive from where they stood…

“One of these days… I want to be fucked over this railing… it’s always been a dream of mine… I want to feel like i’m a part of this beating heart, just be in the moment, no matter who is watching… just like i’ve seen so many other women do…” Rosalyn said, her eyes looking lost in the sights before her, her face serene and looking filled with contentment.

Van felt it was a weird dream to have. But then again he saw other women do it, so perhaps there was something to it.

After a minute or two had passed, Rosalyn turned to look at Van who had joined her and had also silently been watching the city below. Once he noticed her looking at him, she raised her arms in his direction and he got the message. He picked her up, carrying her like a child, their two faces close to each other.

Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, she looked nervous, giving him two beautiful upturned eyes. Finally, after getting the courage, she leaned toward him and their lips touched. It was an awkward thing on her part, at least at first, but she closed her eyes and tried to give it everything she had.

Their tongues entangled, they kissed each other for a minute, then two, enjoying the taste that they each had to offer.

Finally they parted… panting… breathless…

This is what Van had actually been wanting… The rush of blood, the heart beating in excitement. He couldn’t get this with the ‘clients’ he served on the lover’s app… Nervously, he wondered if he could push this further…

---sex scene---

Van gently put her down and unzipped his pants, revealing his monster cock.

Rosalyn was both intimidated, and entranced by such a beautiful thing. A part of her wanted to turn him down, not wanting to appear like other women who couldn’t control themselves.

Van himself wasn’t sure why he did what he did. His body just felt hot after they kissed, and her eyes burned so deeply with passion that it set his blood a boil with desire…

No words had to be spoken…

She gently took it in her small hands and pointed it towards her mouth, parting her lips and gently taking it inside, rolling her tongue and savoring every inch of Van’s meat…

It was hard… it was long… it was thick… perhaps too thick, as she was barely able to get the tip inside her mouth. Though that didn’t stop her from trying to get it down her throat.

Van saw how desperately she tried to take him. How cute she was for trying to, and decided to help her, gently placing his hands on her head, feeling her soft hair, and trying to help her take more of him down her throat.

She gagged, then moaned, but was able to insert a few more inches into her. She moved her shirt out of the way, exposing her breasts, using them to pamper Van’s dick.

Van looked down at her two beautiful crimson eyes, and cummed down her throat, giving her an extra meal.

Rosalyn choked. Then began to eagerly swallow, sperm dripping out of the corners of her mouth.

Van then picked her up and put her on the railing. Exposing her sex, she was already soaking wet. Lining himself up he entered her and moaned at how unbelievably tight she was… and yet… it was like she was built for him… her pussy… her womb… changing shape to accept his thick meaty cock.

“Yes… yes! Oh yes!” Rosalyn cried in ecstasy as Van pounded her tight snatch.

He felt her body change to be the perfect sleeve for his use. It was as if she had awakened to be what she was always meant to be. But that was probably just an Ingrid for you. He didn’t know how she was able to accept all of him…

At first it was hard, he had to force himself in, but as time went on, it became easier and easier, yet still so deliciously tight… he felt like he was taking his cock all the way to her chest, yet she still cried out for more with every slap of their body slamming into each other.

Slap!

“Fuck yes!”

Slap!

“Oh fuck yes! Fuck me harder!” Rosalyn moaned.

It was just too good, Van couldn’t hold it in anymore, her pussy massaged and purred around his cock like nothing else. He cummed into Rosalyn’s tight body, then did it again just to make sure it knew who was boss.

Once done, they had to take a minute, they could have gone again. But Rosalyn insisted that they wait for later tonight to make their date perfect. Making sure to lick him clean before they left.

---end of sex scene---