A date with Isolde was off to a wonderful start. I picked her up at the appointed time, marveling at her beauty and showering her with compliments. She wore a light, golden dress, held up by two delicate ornaments that supported her bust. Beneath them, the cups of the dress shaped her breasts perfectly. I longed to remove the dress.
Below, a thin strip of fabric transitioned into a short, flowing skirt, revealing her gorgeous, bare legs adorned with golden heels. Overall, she looked breathtaking.
For our date, I had arranged a stunning venue with a view of the Eiffel Tower — a deeply romantic sight. Though the Tower had once suffered from a demon attack, wizards had restored it almost to its original splendor.
"It's beautiful," Isolde said as we sat at our table.
As Emperor, I had rented the entire restaurant for us, ensuring we could enjoy our evening without distractions.
"I agree," I said, nodding.
The Eiffel Tower glowed with a steady, dark golden light. Wizards visiting Paris strolled around it, unaffected by the city's turbulent past.
"How are you?" I asked.
"You know," she began, pausing briefly as a waitress poured wine into her glass, "since we graduated from Hogwarts, so much has happened."
"I can't argue with that," I replied.
"You became Emperor, and I became your student and your girlfriend," she continued. "Though, honestly, that last part was obvious even back at Hogwarts."
"Well, you could have changed your mind like some others," I said.
"Yeah, Nymphadora," Isolde sighed, a hint of sadness in her voice. "But let's not talk about her. By the way, Dorsani is about to graduate from her school. After that, she'll come straight to me to fulfill her duties. And if you're curious, I wouldn't mind you having a little fun with her."
"Oh," I said, surprised. "Well, I certainly wouldn't object."
"Of course not," she said with a wide smile.
Our main dishes arrived, and it was refreshing to talk to her like this after so long. Later, we moved to another room and continued our conversation.
At one point, I moved closer, lifted her legs, and placed them on my lap. She blushed slightly, but I pressed on. With a touch of magic, I severed the straps of her dress, revealing her breasts. I could have admired them all night, but I had other intentions.
"Ohh! Timothy," she moaned, closing her eyes as my hand slipped under her skirt and found her already soaked core. She wasn't just wet — she was burning hot. "Keep going."
And so I did, teasing her slowly until a sudden gush of warmth coated my fingers.
"Wow, Isolde, you're soaking."
"Of course," she said, her breathing ragged.
I removed her dress but left her heels on — exactly how I wanted it. The dress fell aside. With another spell, I was naked too, my arousal on full display.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed. Gently laying her down, I spread her legs. She was more than ready.
"Come on, Timothy," she urged. "I've been waiting for this for so long."
"No need to ask me twice."
Placing my cock against her entrance, I gently rubbed it, moistening it for extra slickness. Then I paused for a moment, got comfortable, spread her legs wider with my hands, and then thrust in sharply.
"Ah!" she cried out, throwing her head back.
At that moment, I touched her stomach, removing any pain she might have felt and instead enhancing her pleasure. After waiting a moment, I began to withdraw. Blood appeared immediately, dripping onto the bed. To my surprise, there was more blood than there had been with Fleur or Maria. But that wasn't an issue — with a simple thought, I made it vanish, never to return.
"I'm going in again," I said.
Thrusting my cock forward once more, I buried it deep inside her pussy, then slowly pulled out, savoring the sensation. Though a bit more blood appeared, I kept it away with magic, focusing instead on heightening her pleasure.
Gradually picking up speed, I shifted slightly to a more comfortable position. Isolde moaned with each thrust, her voice rising little by little. Her pussy clenched fiercely around me, the walls of her vagina tightening and swirling around the head of my cock, as if trying to draw me deeper.
Isolde locked her gaze on me for a second, then wrapped her legs around my waist and reached up, inviting me closer. I didn't refuse. Almost collapsing onto her, I felt her whole body trying to pull me in even more, her need matching my own. My cock continued sliding in and out, and as I began to move faster, I leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.
For her, it was an explosion of emotions and pleasure. Her pussy tightened once again, and a wave of orgasm washed over her from head to toe. I was just starting to reach my peak when I realized Isolde was already trembling beneath me, completely overwhelmed.
Incredible.
I pulled back slightly, folding her body into a more compact position, and began thrusting harder. She gasped, eyes fluttering, before surrendering again to another intense orgasm. A gentle magical nudge helped her come back to her senses, enough to continue savoring the experience. Within the next twenty seconds, another climax overtook her.
No longer restraining myself, I drove deeper and faster, and when I finally reached the peak, I froze for a moment. With a final slow thrust, the orgasm hit me like a wave. My cum burst out, filling her pussy in hot, thick spurts.
After a moment, I pulled out, one last thrust sending a final shudder through us both. A thin strand of semen stretched between us before snapping. As I helped Isolde settle back into a more relaxed pose, small pulses of cum began to drip from her pussy onto the bed.
A quick check confirmed that during my orgasm, Isolde had experienced three of her own. Exhausted, she lay in blissful unconsciousness, her body glowing with sweat and satisfaction. She would likely stay in this euphoric sleep for a few hours. That was fine by me. I had no intention of doing anything further without her awake and willing.
Collapsing beside her, I pulled the covers over us and drew her close, her warm, spent body pressed against mine. I smiled to myself. Tomorrow morning, we would pick up right where we left off.