Three Men, Two Women (3)
The soldier thrusting into Rillen, who was still gasping and barely conscious, caught her eye. It had been so long since he’d tasted a woman’s body. The young soldier kept spitting out curses laced with admiration as he greedily claimed the pussy that had already taken two men. The middle-aged soldier was roughly rubbing his cock against Rillen’s unresponsive mouth.
And the Saintess herself stood over Zarco, who lay with his arms folded behind his head like a pillow. That dark-red shaft that had brought her to climax and even sent Rillen over the edge. The very thing that had shattered her reason only moments ago—
His… cock…
Even though it was only in her head, it was the first time she had ever repeated that word. A long-forgotten thirst rose at the sight of his glistening cock, slick with the mixed juices of her and Rillen. Before she realized it, her body was slowly bending its knees, drawing closer.
She was testing herself. Zarco clearly knew exactly how powerful his cock was to women. Even as he watched her with that unpleasant smile, wondering whether she would surrender to pleasure or not, her knees refused to stop.
Soon the head of the Hero’s cock touched the entrance of her pussy. Now that she was conscious of it, the touch felt strangely awkward. Amid the heat, beyond shame, she grasped Zarco’s cock and aligned it with her own entrance.
This is for Dain.
I need to give him Reinforcement.
I’m just going to make him cum quickly.
She repeated the thoughts endlessly. The person she loved was Dain. That was clear. She couldn’t even remember when it had started. Ever since she was a child, always, without exception, she had loved Dain.
Her pussy had already been spread once today. The inside, drenched in love juices, softly welcomed Zarco’s cock. Yet even while thinking of Dain as if this were her first time making love, Ceres felt a strange flutter of excitement.
It wasn’t that she was holding back her moans. The moment she once again took the Hero’s cock deep inside her pussy, what filled her—between the waves of pleasure—was a comforting sense of connection with another body.
“…Haa…”
Straddling him, her knees gave out. Her own weight drove his cock even deeper. The pleasure she had tried so desperately to avoid raced up her spine, and her lightly bouncing hips began to rock back and forth. The Saintess’s waist, which had swallowed Zarco between her soft, plush thighs and lower belly, did not stop moving.
“Oh, Ceres.”
She wasn’t simply bouncing up and down. She moved slowly, rhythmically, as if savoring every inch of stimulation from front to back. Each time her thick thighs and soft flanks shifted, her ass rose and fell in a way that was clearly visible to Zarco.
“Haa… haa…”
The Saintess’s half-lidded eyes as she gazed at the Hero held neither a forced endurance of pleasure nor the lost expression of someone drowning in it.
It was the face of a woman making love.
Zarco’s expression changed. The playful glint in his eyes and the unpleasant smile vanished. Like a man who had finally witnessed a sight he had longed for his entire life, he slowly sat up, wearing an expression Ceres had never seen before.
“Ah…!”
The Hero wrapped his arms around Ceres’s back. Her breasts pressed softly against his chest and spilled outward. As if in response, Ceres’s hands automatically circled his neck. Even with their differing body temperatures, the embrace they shared made Ceres’s face flush crimson. It was not from shame.
Dain, Dain, Dain… I love Dain.
She could clearly feel that something was going terribly wrong, yet she only repeated it inside her mind. Her body moved on its own, perfectly in tune with the atmosphere and mood of the room.
“Mmm…”
Zarco’s body pressed against the soft belly she had always tried to hide. Each time her hips moved, she felt his hard body gently enveloped by her softness. The sense of liberation and relief was far stronger than any shame. As if he found even that attractive, Zarco only gently stroked her slightly protruding flanks with tender hands, and the sensation wasn’t unpleasant.
“Haaah…”
The pleasure vibrating through her lower belly still shook her, but it was different now. She wanted to feel this warmth, this comfort, for a long time. That desire made her cling to Zarco even more tightly. The breath she unconsciously let out against his ear caused his body to tremble slightly.
Ah…
Perhaps this was the first time she had seen Zarco’s weakness. And there she was, thinking that sight was cute.
No. Dain. I… Dain… Dain…
She barely managed to force the corners of her lips, which had begun to curve upward, back into place.
“Ceres…”
“Mmm, ngh…”
He called her name. It was neither coercive nor veiled with hidden intent. She bit her lip, afraid she might unconsciously utter the Hero’s name, but both her embracing arms and the soft circling of her hips only grew stronger.
By now Rillen had regained consciousness. She was riding the young soldier while fiercely sucking the middle-aged soldier’s cock. But neither the lewd, moaning sounds they made nor the wet slap of flesh against flesh reached the two of them.
In the gap between their sweat- and nectar-slicked thighs, only the quiet, wet sounds created by the Hero and the Saintess lingered.
“Haa, Ceres… Ceres…!”
“Nngh, ngh… huu…!”
They were not vulgar moans. Not moans steeped in lust, but sounds born from accepting each other. Perhaps because of that, the cock inside her pulsed bigger and faster than ever.
“I love you, Ceres. I love you…!”
“…”
It felt like her bitten lip might bleed. Dain, Dain, Dain. Even the face she had always pictured was slowly growing blurry.
Zarco’s body leaned in deeper. The Hero did not release his embrace. Instead, he held her even tighter, expressing that love with his entire body and heart in a way he never had before. He moved his cock quickly but not roughly, careful not to hurt the Saintess.
The Saintess reached her peak. She felt his seed flooding her insides in time with her own orgasm. A long, copious ejaculation continued for several seconds as they clung tightly to each other’s trembling bodies, sharing the lingering afterglow of climax.
“Huuu…”
Ceres’s arms slowly fell onto the sheets. The Hero’s cock, slowly pulling free from between the Saintess’s legs, hung limply downward as if it had finally released a truly satisfying load.
“Haa, haa.”
Zarco could only breathe heavily, unable to form words. Like a man who didn’t know what to do next, he simply stared at Ceres’s face, which trembled up and down with each breath she took.
Ceres’s eyes, fixed on the ceiling, sparkled with welling tears. They were not tears of sadness. It was the first time the Saintess herself had felt such post-sex satisfaction. She didn’t know which of the complicated emotions tangled in her mind had brought the tears to her eyes.
The name she had repeated endlessly in her head during the act simply slipped out in a small voice.
“…Dain…”
Unfortunately, that voice seeped far too clearly into the Hero’s ears. Ceres did not see how Zarco’s face had transformed, twisted by an emotion that had frozen over in an instant.
“Good morning, Dain.”
“Lady Lillias?”
Perhaps because he had gone to bed early the previous night, Dain had already finished preparing by early morning. The person who knocked on his door was Lillias. It was his first time seeing her without her hood, but she was indeed a seductive beauty.
“What brings you here?”
Dain harbored an inexplicable hostility toward this woman. She may not have been the one who chose Zarco as the Hero in his place, but after that day, she seemed to have been involved in everything—including what had happened to Ceres right before his eyes.
“Where are you off to so early? The policy and strategy meeting is still a long way off.”
“I don’t have time to sit still. There are many places I need to check. What do you want?”
“So impatient. I’ll come in for a moment.”
Without waiting for Dain’s reply, the woman stepped into his room.
“A private room, isn’t it nice? I was the one who asked them to prepare a private room not only for the Hero and the Saintess, but for you as well.”
Honestly, it was comfortable and pleasant. While he could endure sharing a room with other men, having a space where he could organize his thoughts alone was incredibly appealing.
“Th… thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you. I heard how much you struggled. They said you nearly died fighting Rufeus?”
“I was still too inexperienced.”
“Such modesty. Hehe.”
Lillias plopped down on Dain’s bed. He hadn’t sweated while sleeping, but for a moment he worried that his scent might reach the beautiful woman. Yet Lillias simply looked around the room with a mysterious smile.
“Um, if you don’t have any business here, could you please leave…”
“I do have business.”
Lillias removed the robe she was wearing. Shockingly, the beauty had absolutely nothing—not a single thread—beneath the robe.
Pale skin. Full, heavy breasts with already slightly hardened nipples were completely exposed. The mage showed no shame as she continued, revealing her belly, thighs, and finally the black pubic hair between them. Her hands did not stop.
“Wh-what are you doing?! Lady Lillias!”
Dain hurriedly turned his head away. The veins on his neck bulged from the desperate effort of using his neck muscles to keep his gaze from returning.
“You’re quite shy. Is this your first time seeing a woman’s body?”
“Quickly… quickly! Put your clothes back on!”
“Why? I came here to show you.”
“What? N-no… anyway, hurry!”
“You’re not understanding me.”
Now completely naked after discarding her robe on the bed, Lillias approached Dain. He flinched at the touch of her hands on his shoulders. His face had already turned bright red all the way to his ears, but Lillias gently stroked his cheek as if he were adorable and whispered softly.
“I came to reward you for all your hard work. With my body, Dain.”
“Ah, aah… ah! Put… put your clothes on…!”
“Why? Don’t you like my body? You haven’t even looked yet.”
“No, I think it’s incredibly beautiful… no! That’s not it!”
“Hehe, how cute. Still, if you reject me this strongly, even I will feel hurt, you know?”
Lillias’s hand traced over Dain. His firmly trained thighs, the abdominal muscles whose ridges could be felt even through his shirt, his greatly developed pectorals. Every time her hand brushed his body, Dain’s frame trembled slightly.
“S-stop it…!”
“Hehe, your body… is truly magnificent. These muscles… what about here?”
“Ah!”
The moment the mage’s hand gently grasped the cock that had suddenly sprung up between his pants, a sound close to a scream escaped him.
“My, already this hard… hehe. Dain, I want you too, you know?”
With his lips pressed so tightly they turned white and his face heavily scrunched, Dain suddenly turned and grabbed her shoulders.
“Oh my.”
His swollen cock, his brown eyes gradually revealed between his furrowed brows. Lillias’s tongue slowly licked across her vivid red lips.
