The Dream That Wouldn't Fade
The best way to drink is in moderation. The hazy cigarette smoke. A room with a bed and a few simple pieces of furniture. It was all too familiar. The sight of the room I had used back when I was still in college came into view.
'It's a dream.'
The moment I saw it, I knew everything here was a dream. "What are you thinking so hard about?"
That was when it happened. The instant I heard that voice, my heart began to beat coldly. Even though I knew this was a dream... that voice left my mind blank.
"Jenkinson."
The moment that mouth called my name, I became afraid to turn around. I mustn't look. Even if this was only a dream... I absolutely must not turn around. But...
Swish.
Before I knew it, I had already turned. "Hm?"
Those large orange eyes, playfully crinkled in a smile. Golden hair damp with sweat. Her snow-white skin hidden beneath the blanket. A woman so beautiful it felt excessive for someone like me. Everything was exactly as I remembered. That only made it hurt more.
Thud.
"Jenkin... son?"
I stubbed out the cigarette in my mouth and pulled her into a tight embrace without thinking. I could feel her surprise. Was this also a dream? A strange feeling washed over me. Her beautiful golden hair tickled my ear.
If this really was a dream... I already knew what she would say next.
"We'll be heading to the front lines soon, won't we?"
"...That's right."
Yes. We would be dispatched to the front just like this, and we would be busy running around the dangerous battlefield as novice priests to treat the wounded. And then...
"I hope you'll be safe."
Everyone except me and Elena would die. Yes. She would die. Even though I already knew that, I waited for her words, and she asked exactly as I remembered.
"If I die... will you forget me?"
What had I answered to that question? After searching my memory for a moment, I replied.
"I'll definitely forget you. I'll meet other women like it was nothing."
A lie. At that obvious lie, she smiled and said she was glad, and I buried my face in her large, soft chest.
"So... don't die."
"Yeah. If I don't want to be forgotten by you, I guess I absolutely can't die."
Everyone was lying. From the very beginning, this dream had been built on falsehoods. The man who claimed he would definitely forget her could never forget her no matter which woman he held. And the woman who swore she would never die had died on that very battlefield.
— 'What a cruel dream.'
The moment I woke from the dream, I opened my eyes. What greeted me was someone's chest. It was moderately full, yet still quite large despite that.
"...?"
What? Why was I seeing this? More importantly, who exactly was I holding?
While I was still confused, a familiar voice came from above me.
"Um, well, you see. If you suddenly hug me that passionately, it's a bit embarrassing, you know?"
Only then did I realize I was embracing Limia, and I startled. Surely not...
"...I should have drunk in moderation."
I quickly pulled away from her, muttering quietly as I caught the faint scent of soap on her skin. This was all because of the alcohol. Of all people to mistake her for, confusing that giant woman with Serah—what a disgrace. More importantly...
"Why are the two of us sharing a room?"
When I narrowed my eyes and asked, Limia, wearing thin clothes that revealed every curve of her body, gave an awkward laugh and averted her gaze.
"Huh? Ahaha... well, you see."
'I see.'
Her reaction told me everything. She must have dragged my drunken self straight to the inn. "...Honestly."
Since it was my own fault for drinking until I couldn't stand, I couldn't exactly blame her. "By the way, who's Serah?"
Limia asked while carefully watching my expression, and a headache began to throb. "..."
Had I really said that name while in her arms? Honestly, I felt a bit ashamed. I knew all too well how ugly it was to call another woman's name while held by one.
"My ex-lover."
Still, I had to answer. Thinking that, I replied honestly, and Limia made an apologetic face.
"...Ah. Sorry. I asked something unnecessary."
Limia apologized with a sorry expression, but instead of responding to it, I asked something else.
"More importantly, how long did I sleep?"
"Huh? Ah, probably about an hour?"
At her answer, I realized returning to the Holy Kingdom right away was impossible. At this hour, the mages operating the magic circles would have all gone home, and was there even a night train? The train an hour ago had probably been the last one today.
"Then have a good night."
Well, if I couldn't go back, I might as well sleep. Thinking that, I lay back down. I planned to sleep soundly and return to the Holy Kingdom on the morning train.
"Huh? You're going back to sleep?"
At that moment, Limia asked with a strangely disappointed face. I opened my eyes slightly and looked at her. She'd been giving off that faint soap scent for a while now—had she just finished bathing? Now that I looked, her hair was a little damp too.
"Then what do you want to do?"
There weren't many things a man and woman could do together in a room at night, were there? I asked while thinking that, and Limia began to stammer.
"W-well, I mean..."
Watching her hesitate, I realized sleep was no longer an option.
"Let's do it! Sex."
After hesitating for a long time, she finally shouted it out. Her face was as red as a virgin's, yet her tone was bold. I found myself laughing without meaning to.
"W-why are you laughing?"
Honestly... making someone her size seem cute was quite the feat, in a way. Thinking that, I got up from the bed and laid her down on it.
"Ah..."
She merely parted her lips slightly, like a fragile woman pinned beneath me. That the Giant of Yura could look this delicate... it was a strange feeling.
"...Are you confident you won't regret it?"
At my question, a hint of hesitation appeared on her face. I waited calmly for her answer, and soon her head nodded slightly.
"Yeah. So do it."
"..."
That answer was enough. I slowly brought my face closer to hers. She quietly closed her eyes and offered her lips, and I kissed them.
Smack.
Her lips were softer than I had imagined. Naturally, I brought one hand to her moderately full chest. Perhaps because her entire body was large, even that much felt naturally substantial. When my hand touched her, her body reacted like a virgin's.
"Is this your first time?"
Because of that, I asked carefully, but Limia, her face flushed red, retorted instead.
"W-why? Is it not allowed to be a virgin? Huh? I'm a virgin, so what, do you have something to add?"
"No. It's not that..."
Well, it was true that experience made things easier on this side too, but... it wasn't a problem if it was her first time. "Then I'll be gentle with you."
Starting rough from the beginning would be too much, after all. Thinking that, I began to caress her slowly. While gently kneading her large breasts with one hand, I stroked her thick, alluring thighs with the other. Her body was softer than I had expected. Honestly, I had thought it would be as hard as stone.
'Seeing this, she really is a woman.'
Her body reacted sensitively to every single one of my touches. It was an incredibly responsive body. That was why I had to be even more careful when handling her. I focused on loosening her body, caressing every inch of it. Gradually, her beautiful face began to relax.
'She really is beautiful.'
Looking at her face, I lightly assessed her appearance. Her light green hair, slightly damp with sweat, was still soft, and her large, beautiful blue eyes had a strangely captivating pull when I looked into them.
"...Kiss me."
At that moment, noticing my gaze, she quietly requested it, and I kissed her lips once more. This time, it wasn't just a brush of lips. It was a deeper, adult kiss.
— 'S-something feels strange.'
Meanwhile, Limia couldn't focus because of the strange sensation. Every time his hand touched her, a ticklish feeling stirred somewhere in her heart. Her mind went blank. It felt as if her body no longer belonged to her. At first, his touch had felt a little uncomfortable, but before she knew it, she found herself wanting it more and more. She wished he would touch her more. She was becoming addicted to the sensation of his firm hands on her body.
At that moment, her dazed eyes met Jenkinson's as he looked down at her, and she couldn't resist the instinctive impulse.
"...Kiss me."
She didn't even know what state of mind had made her say that. But the next instant, his lips covered hers, and she surrendered everything to him. She could no longer reject his tongue as it slowly pushed between her lips. She didn't even think to reject it.
Slurp. Smack.
As their tongues mingled and saliva exchanged, her mind grew even more blank. It felt as if all strength was leaving her body. Watching her like that, Jenkinson's hand gradually moved downward. Squelch. Squelch.
Jenkinson's fingers dug into her already sufficiently wet insides. Each time, Limia's large body twitched, and the vibration traveled straight through their kissing lips.
Pop!
A moment later, their lips parted, leaving a thin strand of saliva between them.
"Haa... haa..."
While she looked up at him with a flushed face, breathing heavily, Jenkinson spoke in his usual calm tone.
"Then I'll put it in now... No. There's no need for that even in a place like this."
Jenkinson, who had been about to speak as he always did, changed his tone upon realizing what kind of situation this was. He thought there was no need to maintain formality even when their bodies were joined like this.
"I'm putting it in, Limia."
That low, pleasant voice tickled her ears.
"...Yeah."
His voice calling her name sounded nice. Thinking that, she answered, and Jenkinson teased her parted lips with his fingers. And at that moment, his stiff member penetrated the depths that no one else had ever been allowed to enter.
Thrust!
"!"
Feeling Jenkinson's member fill her completely, Limia's eyes widened slightly. The pain wasn't as intense as she had expected. Rather...
'What is this...!'
The pleasure beyond her imagination made her feel as if her mind was going strange. It felt addictive. Even as she thought it would be dangerous if this continued... she couldn't resist the pleasure he was giving her.
'She seems to be handling it better than I thought.'
Seeing that, Jenkinson decided he could move more freely and began to slowly rock his hips.
"Hngh! W-wait, this feels strange...!"
Slap! Slap!
She tried to stop him belatedly, but it was already too late. Thinking that, Jenkinson continued moving his hips. Each time, her face, panting with pleasure, was truly a sight to behold.
"That expression suits you too."
Jenkinson looked down at her and said that with a smile, and at that moment, Limia stared up at his face in a daze.
'She's squeezing really tight.'
Her insides gripped him strongly, yet loosened properly when needed, delivering pleasure. If she was doing this on purpose, she would truly be an incredible seductress. Of course...
'It doesn't seem intentional at all.'
Jenkinson thought as he looked at her face. No matter how he looked at that dazed expression, it didn't seem like she was doing this on purpose.
"I'm about to come... Won't you let go?"
Because of that, Jenkinson asked her. Slap! Slap!
It was hard to stop moving his hips. The pleasure she gave him was just as difficult for Jenkinson to escape. He wanted to avoid finishing inside if possible, but her legs had naturally wrapped tightly around his waist, making it impossible to pull out. So Jenkinson made the request, but—
Thud.
Instead, at his words, her legs only squeezed him tighter.
"You can... come inside."
At that, Jenkinson hesitated for a moment, but not for long. Spurt! Spurt!
After releasing deeply inside her, Jenkinson gently stroked her sweat-dampened hair.
"So this is what it feels like..."
Still half-dazed, she muttered that, and Jenkinson pulled himself out of her for now. The sight of her curiously examining the semen flowing out from below her was oddly cute, even if a bit ridiculous.
"Interesting."
She touched the fluid coming out from below her and made a curious expression, then pushed herself up from the bed. And then—
Thud.
She pushed Jenkinson down onto the bed.
"...?"
Looking up at Limia who had mounted him, Jenkinson gave a puzzled look, and Limia looked down at him with a face full of playfulness.
"This time, I want to try being on top."
At her words, Jenkinson soon nodded with a smile. The night was still long, and...
"As much as you want."
After all, even Jenkinson couldn't be satisfied with just once. Seeing Jenkinson's member standing tall again, Limia's eyes widened.
"S-so this is what went inside me."
She was honestly surprised by its size, much larger than she had thought. This had been inside her just moments ago?
"This... now that I look at it, you were hiding an incredible weapon, weren't you?"
She wrapped her large hand around Jenkinson's member and guided it below her. Then she said,
"So this... hngh! Confiscated. Haah!"
Hiss!
The moment she put it in, the warm sensation and sense of fullness made her let out a small moan, and she began to slowly move her hips. Slap! Slap!
As she grew accustomed to moving her hips, Jenkinson struggled more and more to hold back his climax from the pleasure he felt below. Limia's body leaned down, and at that moment, their lips met once more. The night was still long, and in that sense, the two of them were only just beginning.