Wandering Village
Porter: Johann 27
Wandering Village
It's a village you reach after ten straight days from Start Village. It has more high-level dungeons than Start Village and plenty of skilled adventurers, making it an essential stop for any hero looking to grow stronger.
It felt like one of those high-level hunting grounds you hit right before the final dungeon in an RPG game. According to the info from the Adventurer's Guild guide, Vints had headed there. It wasn't confirmed, but the circumstances made it highly likely.
Clatter! Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!
"The road's pretty rough. You folks okay?"
The old, ragged coachman asked in a worried tone. I was fine—carriage rides were nothing after all my experience—and so were the hero and the priest.
The hero was naturally tough from his training, and the priest had endured plenty of monastery hardships, so she handled the jolting ride with ease. The unexpected one was the mage.
"Ugh... Can we take a break?"
The pale-faced mage groaned, her voice queasy from motion sickness. The coachman nodded and cracked the reins expertly. The two horses pulling the carriage neighed happily at the prospect of a rest.
"Neigh~!"
"We'll rest for about an hour. Still over a week to Wandering Village—gonna be tough."
It had been five days since we left Start Village. We should've been halfway by now, but delays had pushed it back another week. All because of the mage.
"Sorry, guys..."
"No need to apologize. We've got plenty of time anyway. Just focus on recovering, Mage!"
The priest comforted her with a bright smile, true to her role as the party's cheerleader. It was a picture-perfect scene.
The trip was boring, but I had no complaints. Teasing the priest kept things fun. When the hero or mage weren't looking, I'd grope her thighs or make her suck me off during breaks.
She'd fallen fast. After tasting the thrill once, she now blew me in secret without hesitation. Hell, she seemed to enjoy the risk herself.
"A whole week left? We're in a hurry..."
Unlike me, the hero wasn't thrilled. From his perspective, he wanted to fix his arm ASAP—no surprise there.
"Mage, you feeling better?"
"Thanks for checking. Thirty minutes should do it."
She didn't look like she'd recover in an hour. I gave her some motion sickness pills from my world. Not a patch, but pills to swallow.
"What's this?"
"Motion sickness meds."
"They sell these at general stores? Thanks, I'll take it."
"Yeah. Lie down and rest after. I'll step out for a bit."
"You don't have to report every little thing to me."
I shot the priest a look. She nodded subtly.
"Um, I'll go pick some flowers too."
We slipped behind some bushes. Trees and rocks blocked the hero and mage's view, but we weren't far—close enough for the thrill.
I dropped my pants. Not to piss, obviously.
"Priest. Suck it."
"Porter, honestly. I did it last break too. How am I supposed to handle such a sinful cock?"
"Mouth sucks aren't cutting it anymore. Can't you use your pussy instead?"
"That's just sex."
"Sex? Nah, pussy felatio. God never said felatio's a sin."
"Heehee. Talk like that, and you'll get divine punishment."
I'd sinned plenty already.
The priest knelt, lining her face up with my cock. I looked down at her. Her neat scalp was right there. I grabbed her head. That conquered feeling swelled in my chest.
She pursed her lips into a perfect O. The angle hid it well.
"Priest. Look up."
"Like this?"
She lifted her head as asked. Her cherry-red lips glistened. Hollowed cheeks—prime blowjob stance.
"Open wide?"
"Sure~♬"
I spat in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed my saliva like it was delicious. Lubed up—time to polish the tool.
I pressed her head down onto my cock. Like using a big onahole—gentle, smooth strokes. The warm lip pressure hit my base.
Schlup!
"Slurp! Slurp!"
Her sucked-in cheeks created vacuum suction. She'd studied what makes a man's dick happy.
Lately, she barely touched scripture. Clearly researching this instead.
"Feels good, Priest."
I rocked my hips slowly. She could've bobbed her head for max pleasure, but I wanted banter.
When I thrust forward, she leaned in. My cock tapped her throat.
"Glurk! Slurp! Grrlk!"
Gag reflex kicking in, but she took it. Like an ascetic enduring pain with calm. Even her snorting added a holy vibe.
If I blew now, cum would shoot out her nose.
That pathetic look? Pure dessert.
"Priest! You there?"
The hero's voice rang out. Her throat clenched hard—perfect squeeze.
"Priest!?"
His voice got louder, footsteps approaching. I pulled out.
"Koff! Hack! Kek!"
Sudden airway clearance—coughing fit.
"Priest!? You okay!?"
He sounded ready to charge over.
"I-I'm fine! Don't come! J-just handling business!"
She yelled desperately. He hesitated.
"Oh, okay? Thought something was wrong with the coughing."
"Just pollen sneezes."
No spit to rinse—straight lie. God would weep. Another change in her.
"I'll keep watch. Monsters could show, low chance or not."
"Fine... Ngh!"
I fingered her pussy as she replied. Wrote "permission" inside.
"Priest!? Really okay?"
"Y-yeah... Bug jumped out, startled me."
She was slick with lies now.
"Something feels off. Mind if I check?"
"N-no! Pervert!"
I stabbed her pussy with my fingers.
What would the hero do if he saw this mess?
Suddenly curious.
"S-sorry..."
"Peeping on a girl doing her business is a sin!"
"Peeping? Wasn't planning that. Just worried..."
"If you're really worried, stay put!"
"Got it. Don't get mad, Priest..."
Defeated tone—like a scolded puppy. I could feel his heart crumbling.
During the trip, he'd been subtly ignored by her. My orders made her do it gently.
Never overt—no need. Guys read deep meaning into crushes' tiny actions.
He was probably anxious as hell. Unconscious hand tremors, shallow sleep—his body betrayed his nerves. Overreacting like this? Pure anxiety.
Playing with her pale ass and plump pussy lips was fun. Knowing the hero was right beyond the bushes added thrill.
Sudden fun idea. Wrote orders in her pussy. She read pussy-script flawlessly.
"Um... Hero?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think of me?"
"Wha!?"
Her sudden question got a virgin-like squeak. Voice shaking bad.
"Why ask that out of nowhere...?"
"Answer. What do you think of me?"
"W-well, you're a great comrade... No, more than that, maybe."
"More than comrades—specifically?"
"Well... You tell me first. What about me?"
He flipped it back. I wrote her reply in her pussy.
"Hero's a good comrade. Never thought more than that."
"N-not once...?"
"Yeah. My type's like the porter."
"......"
Silence. Her sweet voice delivered brutal truth—shocker.
Squelch!
Three fingers deep. Her cute yelp leaked.
Even she couldn't hold that.
"Kyaa~!"
"Priest!? Okay?"
Hero poked his head around.