3. Ju Cheong-ah (Outdoors, in front of the campfire.)
"I haven't had today's portion yet..."
Ju Cheong-ah whispered those words as she leaned against my shoulder. A distinctive, fleshy scent wafted from her hair—one that was hard to describe simply. If I had to put it into words, it was like the sweet, honeyed fragrance of acacia blossoms from my childhood, mingled with a bouquet of other flowers.
Her fingers swirled lazy circles across my chest, tickling lightly, while her other hand rested on my waistband, kneading my hardening cock over and over. "Your dick's getting hard, huh?" Her breathy whisper tickled my ear.
I grabbed her hand before she could pull my pants down. "Hey, we haven't set up the tent yet. What if someone hears?"
"It's fine. We're not actually fucking anyway. Just my mouth—it won't make a sound."
"What if I cum? That could give us away."
"Hmm... well..." Our eyes met, and she flashed a sly, playful smile. "Who knows? Would they really complain about a husband and wife sharing some love?"
Body love, or as they say, pussy pounding?
What had started as pure lust had slowly transformed over time into something positive. In the three months I'd spent with Cheong-ah, our bodies intertwining night after night, my heart had filled with possessiveness toward her—and a deep, unfamiliar emotion I'd never felt before. I didn't know how she truly felt, but at least for me, it was real. She was so damn lovable. I wanted to pull her into my arms right then and there, flip her over and devour her.
But...
"I'm on night watch. With that princess's personality, she'd throw a fit."
"Hng..." A soft, nasal whine escaped her lips, followed by that teasing smile. "Then shouldn't you stop groping my ass, dear husband?"
"Ahem. Oh, that was your ass?" No wonder it felt so thick and springy—perfect to squeeze...
I averted my eyes and slid my hand upward. Her slender waist came under my palm.
"Oh my, how sly..." With that, her fingers deftly untied my waistband and began popping the buttons one by one. Pop—pop—pop. Cool air slipped through the gaps with each one. Even with the campfire right in front of us, the late winter night breeze was biting cold if you looked away from the flames. Goosebumps prickled my skin.
Yet my cock didn't mind the chill at all. It sprang free, rigid and throbbing upward, radiating heat. Thwack. Once the pants were fully undone, it burst out in all its massive glory. In Cheong-ah's words, a full nine inches of thick length. Even though she'd pulled it out herself, she startled at the sight, trembling with a faint gasp.
"Hik..."
I stroked her head and commanded in a firm tone, "Suck it."
Her face flushed at the blunt order. "Yes, dear husband."
Her head lowered slowly. Her callused hand—rough from wielding a sword—wrapped around the base. The grip of a master swordswoman, now clutching my cock instead of a blade... it sent an extra thrill through me. Pulse—pulse.
She hesitated with a soft "Eut," trembling. Then: Schlick—schlick—schlick.
"Little husband's gone cold."
Smack. She planted a kiss on the tip of my glans, then stroked up and down. As her lips pulled away, her saliva-slick tongue emerged. Slap—slap—slap.
"Hoo, good girl. That's it."
"Heum... smack, slurp. Lick. Like this?"
"Yeah."
Her tongue lapped like a thirsty pup at water. Saliva dripped down my shaft, soaking her stroking hand. Squelch. Lick.
"Smack—slurp. Hrrrrp... heup."
My cock, drying and cooling in the winter wind, grew slick and warm under her care. Her smooth tongue bathed the glans until precum oozed thickly from the slit. Gurgle.
"Aum... um... lick. Slurp."
"Hnghh..." A pleased hum escaped me.
Cheong-ah released her stroking hand and opened wide. "Haaahm..."
Hot breath enveloped the tip first, then the tightening pressure of her mouth squeezed deliciously around my shaft.
"Haum... schlurp... hrrp."
I rested one hand on her head, not pushing—just letting her set the pace. Schlurp—schlurp—sluuuurp... slurp.
"Don't just suck the shaft. Use your hand on my balls too. Don't let it go to waste."
"Yes... haum... I'll take good care of it, sir..."
Her paused hand slid lower, toward my chilled, tightened scrotum. "Hup... haum. Dear husband's baby pouch... schlurp."
Her fingers teased my balls lightly. Meanwhile, I slowly hiked up her skirt. Her pale thighs gleamed under the moonlight. Feeling the sticky-smooth skin, I pushed deeper inward. Squish. My hand filled with firm, plush ass cheek—soft yet toned with muscle. Squeezing hard, flesh bulged between my fingers.
"Hooong..."
I kneaded her ass steadily, savoring her ministrations... then slipped my hand toward the fabric covering her pussy. Rip. Damp labia met my touch, along with plump outer lips and a light patch of hair.
"Hoo, hoot..."
"What, already soaked? Just from sucking my dick?"
I whispered teasingly, and she buried her face deeper against my cock in embarrassment. "Th-that's not... it..."
"Answer me, but don't stop."
"...Y-yes. Hngut."
I fondled her slick folds, slick with arousal. Her swollen clit throbbed. Using middle and ring fingers, I probed her twitching entrance. Squelch.
"Hngggg..."
With my cock in her mouth, she couldn't moan properly—just muffled whimpers. But those choked sounds only made me harder, fueling my lust. Squelch—squelch—squelch. I curled and uncurled my fingers inside her gripping walls. Her ass twitched with each motion.
"Haah... hut. Ahut... hak...!"
Smooth inner flesh clenched around my fingers, tiny wrinkles massaging them. Amid the sticky pressure, I sought the slightly swollen, firm spot—her pussy's weak point. The G-spot. When my fingertip grazed it, she jolted.
"N-no, dear... not there..."
"No? You're already squirting like a faucet."
She protested verbally, but I pressed and rubbed relentlessly. Squelch—squelch—squish.
"Hngit... hook... hoooong..."
Tormenting her depths, my thumb nudged her engorged clit. Poke—poke—press.
"Hit, hiup. Hnggg..."
Her blowjob quickened to match my fingering. My urethra swelled, the slit itching, as her pussy walls ballooned, clamping harder.
"Haht, hak... Dear, hng... aaang. St-stop, pleeease... I'm... gonna cum... hut, yes...!"
"Me too... getting close! Ngh, gonna cum!"
"Ah, aaaah... hak... Yeees... Then, dear...! Hut, together, togeth—"
I plunged deeper into her pussy, tormenting fiercely. Slurp... schlup... schlorp...!
"Haa, haum. Hurry, dear... haum... um... oop... Fill Cheong-ah's mouth... hakum."
Her motions begged for my load, desperate to milk every drop from my balls.
"Haup. Schlurp—sluuuurp—sluuuuurp. Lick—hrrrp... Cum in me, right in my throat... dear's baby batter. Haum."
"Cheong-ah!"
The edge approached. I pressed her head down firmly. "Glurk. Gulp. Auuuum."
"Gonna cum!"
"Heuuut. Hut, hnggg!"
My glans rammed her throat. Caught off guard, she gripped my thighs tight, writhing in distress. Ggggrrrk. Her throat constricted. Drool spilled from her lips, trickling down my shaft. Spurt—splurt—spluuuurt. Glorp—glorp. Pshhhhh... splat... pshhhh...!
"Hnggoooooong...!"
Semen flooded her throat depths. Simultaneously, her pussy gushed thick nectar, soaking my hand. I held her head steady, stroking gently until every spurt ended.
Inside the carriage, Sierra still clutched her mouth shut. What... what the hell are they doing...?
Her eyes glued to a crack in the carriage wall, she panted raggedly. Through the gap, she glimpsed Ju Cheong-ah with her face buried between Ian's legs—the raw, obscene act. She couldn't see every detail, but she intuited enough.
How much time passed like that? Ian suddenly pressed Cheong-ah's head down and growled low: "Cheong-ah! Gonna cum!"
Then—twitch—twitch. The pair shuddered.
For a long while after, as Ian stroked Cheong-ah's head, Sierra simply watched in silence. Her cheeks burned hot, her breaths coming quick and ragged.