Outdoor Sex with the Goddess

The next morning, I strapped the Dawn Guardian to the sword belt at my waist and pulled up its specs. The weight alone was substantial — dense, authoritative, real.

A legendary blade that grows with its wielder and chooses its own master. So after Dad, it's me?

Damn. I actually looked pretty cool. I headed for the lord's manor with a famous sword on my hip, already wondering how ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much more of Lady Renata's trust I could stack today.

Every pair of eyes in the yard swung toward me. Someone pointed at the blade.

"Holy shit — isn't that the sword from the legends?"

"Wait. The kid's actually pretty handsome?"

"No way! The Dawn Guardian — I'm so jealous. I just wanna touch it."

It felt like rolling up in a Ferrari in a parking lot full of beat-up compact cars. So this was why people drove imports.

Not that I cared about that kind of vanity. Why drive a car? You should be riding women. Or making them ride you.

Someone in the crowd was staring daggers at me. I flicked a glance over and took her in.

Wine-colored wolf cut, long side-swept bangs. White skin, pale violet eyes that looked like cut gemstones. And a meticulously kept E-cup figure that did not believe in subtlety.

Jeira Gailwards. The lord's daughter, and a fellow hero candidate.

She walked straight up to me.

"Hey."

"Ah — hello."

"Talk normal. We're all hero candidates here."

"Alright, Jeira."

She said casual, so casual it was. Up close, though, her face was ridiculous. The kind of looks that would slap a trainee idol across the cheek a few dozen times and still have room left over. Her chest looked absurdly firm, and when I let my eyes drift a fraction lower, a pair of hips with criminal curves filled the rest of the frame.

The lord's daughter is starting conversations with me. Has my standing actually gone up a notch?

She was even wearing the so-called ultimate defense. Bikini armor.

That body is lethal. If even bikini armor can't cover it, how stacked is she under there?

Lore-wise, she was supposed to be locked into a political marriage with the neighboring lord's son — until the whole arrangement went up in smoke. The boy died of a plague. These days she was just looking after the current lord's frail, sickly heir.

I wouldn't mind eating up that pitiful noona too. And maybe she could lose the wolf helm she never takes off.

A little selfishness leaked out. Couldn't be helped. I was the kind of bastard whose dick stood up the second a beautiful woman walked into frame.

Footsteps. A sharp stop.

The butler came bustling through, head whipping left and right like a maid he'd been groping had just made a run for it.

"Lashu Leonhart! Where is he?"

"Here, sir!"

I put a hand up. The butler exhaled, pointed at me, and frowned.

"Why are you still out here?"

"Sorry?"

What was that supposed to mean? He shook his head.

"From now on, you report inside the manor. You've earned that much. Come. I'll show you."

"Ah — yes, sir!"

I fell in behind him before my brain caught up. Envious murmurs rippled through the yard in our wake.

Whoa. I had just hopped on the lord's wife's route.

At this rate I'll end up in Lady Renata's bed. Not that I'm complaining!

I grinned on the inside and clicked my tongue in anticipation. If you wanted to climb, you got involved with the lady of the house. There was a reason the hired hand always ended up in the mistress's sheets. The man had vision.

In the first-floor lobby, the butler pointed at a spot on the floor.

"This is your station from now on."

"Thank you. What's my assignment today?"

"The Acting Lord will tell you herself. Wait."

He left. Come to think of it, this was the third time she'd summoned me in person.

I liked it here. Outside, the wind came in loaded with dust, and the weather had a habit of turning too cold or too hot without warning. In here, everything held steady. There was even a pleasant scent of wood in the air.

The next lord will probably be that frail son of hers — weak in body and in spirit. That's why she still gets called Acting Lord. But is that kid really going to manage? With a body like that?

Hand the lord's son any real work and he'd fold. He was probably still grinding through his noble studies, but I had my doubts.

Then another thought crept in — one that surprised even me.

Wait. What if I helped the kid improve a little? Wouldn't that open a door for me too?

Feed him some absurdly rare herb or potion, get him back on his feet. Renata would be pleased, wouldn't she?

"The Acting Lord approaches!"

The shout snapped me out of it. Renata was looking down at me with the same haughty calm as always. She fanned herself a few times, then met my eyes as I offered the proper bow.

"I have a task for you. Take as long as you need."

"Yes, my lady. What is it? My sword is the Acting Lord's to command!"

I threw the line out with all the dependable sincerity I could fake. Renata's brows lifted, just a fraction — surprised, maybe. It was basic etiquette. Nobles obsessed over form, even the minor country ones. Follow the script and the way they looked at you shifted, if only a little.

"Do you know the forest near Pelegor Hill?"

"Mangold Forest…?"

"That's the one. A goblin tribe has appeared there. Dispose of them. The reward will be considerable."

"I won't disappoint you!"

I answered on the spot. She was handing a whole goblin tribe to a hero candidate who hadn't even graduated yet. Hard? Sure, it was hard. But it also meant Renata trusted me enough to put me to the test.

And if I come back with this done right?

Her trust in me would climb. Hell, I might even get to take that haughty stare of hers, twist it into something scornful and hungry, and get off on the look.

I left the territory and made for Mangold Forest.

It's the woods with the road through to the neighboring fief. Goblins, here? This is going to be a one-versus-many fight.

Not an easy scrap, honestly. Maybe I could poke Isis for a little help.

Goddess, I have a question…

Huh. No answer. I called her again.

Still nothing. What the hell?

Goddess?

She answered out of nowhere. And quieter than usual, too. Was she far away? I had no idea what she wanted, but I headed there anyway. I was going that direction as it was.

The old bones were still scattered where I'd last seen them. The former lord's remains, though, were gone.

They only recovered the lord's body, obviously. Shame about the knights who died just for following him.

"Here."

"H-huh?! Goddess?!"

Isis had already turned a boulder into a bed and was waiting for me — smiling with that lofty, untouchable grace, while her fingers worked wet and filthy between her legs.

My eyes went to her chest anyway. Truly a bounty a god had sculpted by hand.

"I can endure it no longer. We shall do it once, first."

"What? Right now?"

"Outdoor sex. I have even raised the height of the bed this time. Should a scout be watching from the trees, will he not burn with lust at the sight of us? Fufu ♥"

Goddess. She had been corrupted in exactly the right direction.

"I'll gratefully receive the Goddess's blessing!"

I went straight for her. She pouted, just a little.

"Thou darest make me wait! Hast thou no shame? Ah — and that thing between thy thighs…?"

Her face unknotted at once. She licked her lips and closed the distance instead.

"Shall we not try something amusing today?"

I sat on the edge of the stone bed. She sank to her knees in front of me, peeled her top away, and offered up those heavy, magnificent breasts. Then she slid my already-hard cock into the valley between them.

Just the thought of having sex with me had her body sheened in sweat. Even that looked obscene. Blood slammed into the head of my dick before I could stop it — as if every drop in my body had decided to report there at once — and the shaft rose taut and straining.

"Fufu. Behold, O Hero. Is thy holy sword not large and beautiful? ♥"

Her eyes locked on the head of my cock. She licked her lips again, settled me deeper between her breasts, and began to move them — slow, fluid, both sides working in concert.

A goddess's paizuri.

Soft, scorching flesh wrapped my cock from both sides. Fully hard now, the shaft twitched and jerked between her breasts like it had a pulse of its own.

"Nnh. Look here. Is thy holy sword not crying that it hurts — begging to be wrung dry at once? Poor thing ♥"

My cock was not a holy sword, and it could not talk. She started squeezing anyway, both breasts clamping down in a tight, merciless milking rhythm.

The flesh that came in as if to swallow me whole rolled back like a receding wave, then returned, unhurried, and crushed the shaft to its limit. Sweat and pre-cum pooled and mixed, turning everything slicker, stickier. Every roll of my hips made a wet, filthy sound.

Isis asked it like a tease.

"Be honest. Thou wert staring at my breasts earlier as well, were thou not? And thy loins empty, no less ♥ How naughty ♥"

She shook both breasts hard, laughing.

"Perhaps it is only natural. These are a goddess's breasts, after all ♥ How dost thou find them? A bosom no one may touch as they please. Art thou satisfied?"

An answer was out of the question. I could barely breathe. One full breath and my balance would go, and I'd collapse into her. No — any second now, white would come tearing out of me.

Her breasts were the finest onahole on earth. They seemed to stroke me just enough, and then, without warning, they pulled like a black hole and poured heat into me. Had she used a skill?

I moved my hips the way I would if I were buried in her pussy, cock standing, thrusting in a raw, reciprocating grind. Her eyes curved into pleased little moons.

"How admirable ♥ That kind of enthusiasm is not unwelcome. My hero ♥"

"Hnnngh — Goddess, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the pressure's too much! Not that I'm complaining, heh."

"Lecherous as ever ♥ Lashu, from the waist down thou art no different from a beast of myth ♥ Well? How does it feel, being taken by a woman such as I? ♥"

"It's dazzling — it's incredible—aaagh!"

"Fufu. Foolish boy ♥"

The heat of the shaft grinding between her breasts alone felt like it would set me on fire. I kept thrusting anyway, running on nothing but instinct. Isis flicked her tongue across her lip and smiled with her eyes.

"To respond so eagerly to the body of a mature — and rather older — woman. Thou art worthy to be my hero after all ♥ I am happy ♥"

Mature technique. Huge breasts. Give a woman those two things and you could fuck a demon god and come out ahead. Women really were all about the chest. Bigger was everything.

I drove into her, panting hot. Isis whistled softly.

"O Hero, thy face is the very picture of a male dog begging to be loved ♥ That's it, that's it. A little stud, dripping sweat, working his hips — how lovely ♥"

I clenched my teeth and slammed my waist like I'd lost my mind. My balls felt like a pot coming to a rolling boil. Then the orgasm surged in, a tide I couldn't hold.

"Ngh — hhk!"

"Fufu ♥ Is it now? Do not hold back. Spend. As thou didst in my womb ♥ Show me thy male vigor, from my breasts all the way to my face ♥"

"Hah — hah — nngh!"

"Fuuu, fuuuuh ♥ Yes. Come. Spill thy seed. Show me the crystallization of thy desire ♥"

I had been thrusting for what felt like forever. I swallowed a broken breath and drove my hips forward with everything I had.

The head of my cock swelled — and then I unloaded an absurd amount of cum. It flooded the valley of her breasts first, ran ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up over the slopes, and on the next pulse drew a high arc and splattered across her face.

"Haaahn ♥ Does this juice not reek of a male? This is what I wanted. This! Ufufu. Use me whenever thou wishest ♥ My hero ♥"

Huh. She was falling for me way too hard. Was my true form just my dick?

We caught our breath and set out for Mangold Forest. Isis — still in the flesh, not even bothering to turn ethereal — suddenly held out her hand.

"Huh?"

"Wilt thou not… hold my hand as we walk?"

She was pretending to be expressionless. Her face was already red, Goddess.

I snorted a laugh and took it. Isis huffed through her nose.

"Do not misunderstand. Shouldst thou collapse mid-stride, I would be the one left looking the fool!"

"Yes, yes. Oh — we're here."

What actually met my eyes were gnoll corpses, faces caved in. Don't tell me—

A presence stirred, just ahead.