Chapter 39 - Dragon's Nest
"Hold back your moans."
My abs traced the smooth line of her navel, and my cock slid slowly against hers until they met. Normally, we'd start off fast, like we were always being chased, slamming together right from the jump. That's what Esen always begged for, after all. But tonight, I approached slowly. Leisurely delving in, pushing deeper bit by bit. Esen's eyes went wide. Like she was wondering why I was acting so out of character. Then her eyelids fluttered, dizzy with the sensation.
"Oh. This... every now and then...?"
It wasn't just Esen gasping at the slow glide inside her. Every ridge to ridge felt vivid, crystal clear. My breath came ragged, like I'd overtrained. That relentless, firm grip sucked the soul right out of you. Finally, when I buried myself to the hilt, we both sighed in satisfaction at the exact same moment.
"Let's just stay like this for a bit."
"No way. Pound me hard and fast already."
Sweat beaded on her forehead already, and Esen headbutted me playfully with her own. But whining wouldn't solve everything.
"We'll wake the next room if we're not careful. This isn't Cheseni's hotel or your cabin—it's a shared inn in Banir."
Esen scrunched her eyes and nodded. She tugged lightly at the towel under her ass. I'd laid it out on the sheets beforehand, just in case any stains gave us away to the Banir guest managers.
"...Yeah. If Reni and Nenya heard the bed breaking from us slamming hips..."
Knowing that, I'd still followed her into the room. What a lunatic. I just hoped the soundproofing was decent. I'd knocked earlier, testing it roughly, but still.
Her face dissatisfied, Esen pondered in her own way.
"I thought we'd just have to keep quiet. But it's not that easy. Should we ask Monica unnie to cast a soundproof spell, like on the way back from Bitsurk?"
"The sisters are sleeping downstairs. You wanna wake them?"
"...Feels kinda bad to wake unnie for that. But stopping now? My body's not having it."
The sisters slept deeply. Even when the church roof leaked back when we lived there, they rarely stirred. They'd spent all day greeting people and making requests. They must be exhausted, so we had to be extra quiet.
"Hm. There's a way."
Esen grabbed my waist and slowly flipped me onto my back. She took my hands and placed them on her beautifully curved hips.
"What? What's that mean?"
"Match my tempo. Like this."
I got the idea. I pushed up on her hips experimentally. She adjusted with her knees, and it was feather-light. Thanks to my Porter Aptitude reducing the felt weight.
"...We could do it like this. Feels like wasting my aptitude a bit lavishly, though."
"This way, you use less effort on your hips, right? Less strain than me slamming down myself."
I eased my grip, and Esen lowered slowly onto me. Her eyelids trembled with dizziness, lips chewed raw. Then she pressed her sleek body fully against mine and whispered in my ear.
"Honestly, you've been pretty worn out lately. Handling me and unnie together."
"You knew that and still rode me like an amusement ride?"
"That's why I'm giving you a break, you idiot. Use me however. Slowly. Quietly."
She nibbled my earlobe playfully, smacked her lips, and grinned.
"Like a toy."
"Oh..."
I swallowed hard and gripped the flesh from her waist to her ass tight. Feeling her tense at the hold, I lifted her leisurely, then lowered. Our usual frenzy was a bit combative, so this felt tame, but the friction was sharper, more precise... I realized it then. What luxurious flesh she had.
Hidden by clothes, it was smooth as white jade; exposed, it tanned healthily, alluringly. Toned without an ounce of fat, like she cherished her body. Who knew what was natural, what was effort. Her playful smile, her noble sternness when serious, even her pretty face scrunched in rough use—all captivating.
If she'd been from a high family—no, even from a good home—suitors and dowries would line up for that beauty. And yet, here she was.
"This is fun. Feels just like a sex toy."
...Saying that.
A partner who was almost too good for me, reduced to a mere sex toy. Thinking I could use this stunning body for my lust felt deliciously taboo.
"Why the gloomy face again? Wanna die?"
"Nah, just... admiring how pretty you are."
"Heehee, suddenly feeling like the lucky one, you horny porter perv?"
Her face lit up simply at the praise. Leaving me to move her body freely, she pinched my cheek and kneaded it like dough, grinning.
"This might help your self-esteem a bit. Truth is, I've been thinking the same thing?"
Her nimble tongue licked from my jaw to my nose to my forehead. Cat-like affection, followed by human. Lips stuck perfectly, tongue wrapped sweetly, delving deep into a sloppy kiss. When she finally pulled away after tangling tongues, her flushed face beamed.
"Meeting you during my heat was lucky. No idea how it happened, but..."
Something quivered faintly. Esen shuddered lightly from the pleasure.
"Feels like only being held by you fills me up."
"Same here."
"Oof, wait. Do it at that angle again. Hits the perfect spot, then drops so slowly..."
"Here?"
"Hng?!"
I thrust a bit harder, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. The muffled scream dissolved into deep breaths.
"Whoa. Almost yelled."
"Gave me chills too. Thought we were busted."
We'd found something. A spot missed in our usual frenzied rutting. I eased her onto her side slowly.
"Cover your mouth, Esen."
Grinning mischievously, she grabbed my palm and pressed it firm over her lips. Then nodded. Ready. Curiosity and joy at the discovery fueling me, I probed the new territory. Holding tight, slow, precise. Not like beasts in heat, but like hibernating squirrels twitching in dreams.
Yet Esen's face lost its composure. This stimulation fiercer than her heat-sensitized body. No sheet-ripping like in Cheseni, no clawing me like in the cabin. Just pitifully muffled through her nose, ragged breaths.
"Hnnngh, hnnnngh."
"Esen, Esen."
"Mmmph...!"
I answered in my own thrilled voice, gradually speeding up. Slower than our usual abandon, calmer than stillness. But the sensation built slowly. Goosebumps creeping up her flawless white skin like dew.
"Ugh, hng, uuugh."
Like church roof leaks in childhood, droplets pooling one by one. Filling the vessel heavily.
"Hnnngh... wait—mmph."
"Shh."
The rippling taps shaking the whole vessel. Finally overflowing uncontrollably, trickling down.
Until the vessel shattered, spilling pitifully.
"Mmmmmmgh, hnnngh...!"
Tears streamed as Esen bucked wildly. I couldn't hold back either. Her squeezing flesh was dizzying. Stars burst before my eyes. As she buried her face in my chest, shuddering and exhaling warm breath, collapsing limp— I snapped from my own afterglow, checking on her.
My hand, pressed to stifle her screams, bore angry bruises. Lucky she hadn't bitten. Her whole body, legs tangled and quivering, flushed deep red. Worse than during heat.
And Esen... passed out, hair splayed wildly.
...Damn it.
I'd planned a quick taste, once only, then back to our rooms like nothing happened. Before I could process what I'd done to her, fatigue crashed over me. I disposed of the condom, cleaned up her limp body, hid all traces in my pack. Collapsed before even reaching the bed. Better this way. My bed was Esen's now—if someone picked the locked door, they'd see...
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"Quite passionate, weren't you."
...Her invading my room, stealing my bed. That's what I'd hoped it'd look like. Jolting up, I spotted Nidroga holding the broken doorknob, gazing fondly at us. Too late for excuses.
"We tried hard not to look suspicious. That obvious? Sound leak or...?"
"Not at all. Even sharp-eared elf Nenya heard nothing. Any other race, you'd have fooled 'em clean. Not even scent-sensitive beastkin noticed. Changing your partner's clothes spotless, masking the smell with perfume too."
Nidroga clapped in mock admiration, still gripping the knob.
"Doesn't pick time or place, but responsible stud."
"How'd you know?"
"Dragon's wisdom."
"...Pardon?"
"Kidding. Guessed. You two in one room, hyper Esen flat out? Obvious."
"Ugh, scram, Nidroga."
Esen rubbed her puffy eyes awake.
"And don't call the porter a stud. Damn, would've been perfect night if not caught..."
"Not words from someone who's ridden him like a horse. Congrats on the best night. Morning now. Up. Long road ahead."
"Long road? It's just across temple alley—gyaaah!"
Nidroga tossed the mangled knob aside and yanked Esen up roughly enough to make her yelp. I stood on my own before the same fate—worried she'd rip my waist off.
Approving my voluntary rise, Nidroga nodded vigorously. Then declared.
"The rest of the party met last night without you two. Looks like we need to leave the City of All Gods."
"Suddenly? Success sealing off the Succubus Queen?"
Weird. We'd visited temples but failed each time.
Nidroga shook her head.
"No. Still gotta move."
"Can't handle that bitch yet? After this long trip, we're bailing already?"
Esen grumbled. Nidroga countered crisply.
"I cut that long trip to half a day. Not so bad. Decision's made—leave clean, no regrets."
Unlike the sisters, I'm no priest—just basics on monster purification.
1. Seal powerful monsters too tough for fighters in a vessel, hand to church.
2. 'Purifier' aptitude priests use divine power to ash them.
3. Some churches better for certain monster energies. E.g., dark monsters to light gods, filth to water gods.
That's it. Party League sent us here to find the right church.
But tons left. City of All Gods has diverse faiths; we'd barely scratched major ones.
If leaving anyway...
"Mitra Church?"
"Spot on."
Nidroga shook her head irritably; Monica peeked from behind.
"Seems the priests at various temples are under heavy pressure."
"Pressure?"
"Mitra priests spreading threats not to purify the Succubus Queen vessel. 'Touch it and pay' style. Least from what Nidroga and Nenya overheard with super senses. Suspicious..."
"Two possibilities. Want it purified at their cathedral... or want the Queen herself."
"...No way."
They're dead serious about monsters. Dirty past or not, respected there.
"Nearly doomed a city, and they failed last mission. Maybe finish purification themselves for some dignity?"
"Makes sense, but not to me."
Nenya entered, arms crossed. Esen finally flinched—like fearing last night exposure. Good—Nenya seemed clueless, just griping about Mitra.
"Stubbornness just spreads the story more. Weird. They hide scandals usually. I think... they're risking the rep hit to claim her."
Right. More 'don't touch the succubus' noise, more spread on that paladin Christensen and Mitra's atrocities. Near murder incitement. Unless they wanted that infamy, the succubus meant big to them.
"...Why? What with a demon?"
"That's the problem—not knowing. Can't get proper priest help here. Even Lake Goddess church faking it from kill threats. 'Baldenhart Parish Chief' seems behind; can't just grill a power like that."
Threatening a national church? Insane. How big does this get?
"I can handle it."
"...Nidroga, not threatening the chief?"
"What do you take me for, Nenya? If divine power's rude..."
The Draconian puffed her chest, pointing to herself.
"Just borrow magic power."
"Magic? Scared of the Mage Tower?"
"Stronger than mages, worldly power distant. My home."
Eyes widened.
"Home?"
"Dragon's Nest. Let's get kin help. Perfect timing—festival season!"