The Room You Can't Leave Without Doing It (2)
Remilia saw Morris looking gigantic for the first time. He had always been just a reliable comrade she fought alongside on the battlefield. Just a strong ally. But today, he seemed so much larger than usual... and utterly dependable. Like someone she wanted to lean on. His tall stature, broad shoulders, the thick hands wrapped around her waist, and those long fingers.
Gulp.
Remilia swallowed dryly.
"Close your eyes. It'll be easier that way."
"Okay..."
Remilia obeyed, shutting her eyes. Then came the soft, warm touch against her lips.
Ngh.
Morris's lips met hers, parting slowly, as if inviting her to do the same. Instinctively, Remilia opened her mouth. Between the press of lip on lip, his tongue suddenly slipped inside.
Her surprise was fleeting. With her eyes closed, her senses heightened, she began to feel the texture of his tongue vividly. Tongues entwining. Saliva mingling. Lips crossing more intimately.
Without realizing it, Remilia reached up and wrapped her arms around Morris's neck. She pressed herself against him, craving the feel of every inch of his skin and body. He embraced her waist with one arm, cradling her head with the other. A sweet kiss, like lovers sharing.
Overwhelmed by sensations she'd never known, Remilia trembled unwittingly. A deep happiness and relief washed over her—emotions she'd never experienced in her long life as a battle-hardened elf. Her existence had been nothing but war and combat. She hadn't known such a beautiful world existed.
She was glad she'd followed him. Thankful that the one by her side was Morris. He was truly the only person she could trust with her back.
"Haa, haa."
Remilia's breathing grew ragged. The lingering heat in her lower body boiled up again. Her abdomen throbbed and pulsed. She yearned to throw herself into this man's arms right then.
Her hands twitched. She wanted to strip him, touch his bare skin—but as a virgin with no experience, she couldn't bring herself to reach out.
Tensing awkwardly, her body suddenly flooded with mental ecstasy. Just from the emotions surging through her and this kiss, Remilia climaxed in orgasm.
Only after she'd ridden out the waves did Morris finally pull his lips away.
"Ah..."
Remilia let out a needy whine, tilting her head toward him, but...
"It's open."
Morris gazed calmly at the door that had swung wide.
"Y-yeah, it is."
Her voice came out coquettish, a tone she'd never used before. If her subordinates heard it, they'd cheer that their captain had finally fallen in love.
"On to the next."
"Uh, okay."
Remilia followed behind Morris. Seeing his back leading the way filled her with reassurance.
So this is what it feels like to be protected.
Another identical room appeared. Remilia hid her joy as best she could.
"Lots of unfamiliar words. We'll need to decipher them."
"Leave it to me."
Remilia stepped forward confidently and read the ancient script aloud, wondering what the mission would be this time.
Her eyes wavered as she finished.
"What does it say?"
"Th-that... um..."
"That?"
"This is the final trial, and we have to have sex to leave."
"I see."
I looked at Remilia, who had finished translating. She avoided my gaze and fidgeted.
"Wh-what should we do?"
"No choice. There's no other way."
"R-right? I guess..."
Remilia's ears flapped up and down as her fingers twisted nervously.
Sex, huh. I'd been thinking about it ever since the handjob room. It's a succubus dungeon, after all—it had to go all the way.
Remilia.
Of all people, sex with Remilia. We'd survived countless battlefields together. She was there when I killed orcs; I was there when she protected the other elves. That's the bond we shared.
Thinking like this now is ridiculous, but...
We've pretty much done everything except sex already.
Remilia was blushing. But unlike before, she wasn't rejecting it outright.
"Sorry your first time has to be in a situation like this."
"N-no... it's fine."
"How old are you again?"
"242."
"About 24 in human years?"
"Yeah."
"Not too young, then."
"What?"
"For your first experience."
"...You humans are impossible to understand."
"Feeling less tense now?"
She nodded instead of answering.
"Good."
I undressed her piece by piece. I'd seen her naked before, but her attitude was completely different now—shy, covering her breasts, averting her eyes.
"Don't be so embarrassed. I'll be as gentle as possible."
I licked her neck with my lips.
"Ngh!"
Remilia flinched. When my lips brushed her breasts, she reacted more intensely than ever before.
"W-wait, that feels too good... ah!"
"Your breasts are sensitive."
I sucked her glowing pink nipples while stroking from her waist upward. Her slim waist dipped perfectly below her firm ribs, then swelled into full hips as my hands trailed down. I warmed her body thoroughly and steadily.
Her waist trembled. She lifted her hips into a position to feel more.
"Feels good?"
"...Yeah."
Remilia watched me caress her body so attentively. Unlike her with almost no sexual knowledge, I was so skilled. Every finger, every lip and tongue targeted only the spots that drove a woman wild.
Of course... he must have other women.
Lots of experience, too. As a strong man among humans, plenty must have thrown themselves at him. Living in human cities, she knew their society well.
She envied those women who'd flirted and seduced him freely. And jealousy surged—at not being his first. At the fact that he'd already held other women...
I'm his first, though.
Wasn't that unfair? Only one side being a virgin.
"Am I your nth?"
Remilia shocked herself with the question.
"What was that?"
"Uh, um? I mean..."
"How many women I've had? Haven't kept count."
Idiot. What a stupid thing to ask.
Remilia covered her flushing face.
"Does it matter? What matters is that you and I are in this bed right now, right?"
"...Y-yeah."
She couldn't meet my eyes.
"Looks like you're ready now."
Morris said, inspecting her body.
"P-please be gentle since it's my first time."
Her heart pounded. Her first time.
Finally.
Morris's cock was so huge she wondered if it could even fit, but it slid inside her.
"Ngh."
The unfamiliar fullness made her grimace. A moan escaped unbidden.
"You okay?"
"Y-yeah. Just... new to it. Not used to it."
"I see."
But we needed to hurry a bit, so I couldn't wait like a lover.
"Then bear with it a little."
"Huh?"
I thrust deep inside her.
"Eek, haa, w-wait! Hnng!"
Each thrust drew near-screams from Remilia. How could such a violent act feel this way? Her breath came in gasps, her mind fogged. Gradually, she grew accustomed to my cock stirring her depths.
"Can you handle it?"
"Haa, haa. Y-yeah, now it's... hn! Okay."
At her words, I sped up my hips, pounding like I was trying to wring out semen.
Remilia's head spun from the onslaught of pleasure. Each movement filled her with ecstasy, moans spilling out naturally.
"Haat, haang."
Such coquettish sounds—even she was shocked. But she had no room for shame; just feeling the sensations overwhelming her body was enough.
"Haa, haat. So good... Morris, it feels amazing."
It felt incredible. This moment with Morris was pure bliss. At first, the deep intensity stole her breath, but as her body adapted, it rejoiced with every thrust.
Trembling beyond her control, she hugged him tighter to steady herself.
This is sex?
Why had she never known? Why had she thought it dirty and impure? Maybe because her life never touched pleasure. Or because the sex she saw in human brothels was sordid.
If sex feels this good...
She wanted it every day. Wanted to be in Morris's arms every day.
"Morris... Morris."
She held the man rocking above her. The reassurance of his protection eased her heart. She was happy. She wished this moment would never end.
"Hnng."
I hugged Remilia tight and came inside her. Her pussy accepted my semen.
"Haa, haa."
The intense yet tender sex ended. I'd been careful not to overwhelm her as a first-timer.
She seems satisfied.
I lay on the bed, looking down at Remilia basking in the afterglow. As expected, no magic circle activated. No spells on this room. No familiar words in the script. Nothing like the "must do something" phrase she'd mentioned.
Which meant...
Why lie like that?
I recalled her ears flapping when she said sex was required to open the door. Having watched her so long, I knew: vigorously twitching ears meant Remilia was lying.
Was it from the arousal in the previous room? Or...
Did she really have feelings for me?
I didn't know. I wasn't foolish enough to ask a question I couldn't commit to. With my current situation—Emir, Seria, the emperor, my own safety—tending to her emotions was too much.
"I'll head in first. Take your time cleaning up and follow."
Remilia didn't respond. I opened the door.
Creak.
It swung open smoothly, without resistance.
Probably...
This room was just a rest stop.
A comfortable spot to vent the lust from the previous one. Lilith must have grown stronger devouring our desires here.
I left the room and reached the next.
And there...
Was the throne where Lilith had originally sat.