Two Days of Grahn, Ceres, and Zarco (2)
Last night had been no different. Once again she had coupled with Zarco, their bodies tangled in the dark. She was terrified by how numb she had become—how little shame she now felt at baring her naked body in front of Rillen and the two soldiers she saw every day.
Zarco’s cock, sliding between her slick, trembling thighs before pushing inside, no longer frightened her. Her flesh, ruled entirely by lust, wrapped around him on instinct. That single motion only made him claim her more fiercely, devouring what little remained of her resistance.
Whatever had driven Lillias to stand half-dressed outside Dain’s door no longer mattered. Mistake or not, it was irrelevant.
All she wanted was to see Dain’s face. Before she changed any further. Before there was nothing left of the girl he once knew.
“What? Dain’s gone?”
“Yes. You didn’t know? He left yesterday with the patrol for boundary reconnaissance.”
The disappointment of a wasted journey was nothing compared to the anxiety that flooded her chest.
Her outfit made it nearly impossible to walk outside. She tried to avoid the soldiers’ eyes, but they had already gathered. They pretended not to stare, yet their sidelong glances clung to the Saintess like hands.
H-how embarrassing…
The barracks were too far to retreat to. Ceres drew a steadying breath, lifted her chin as if nothing was wrong, and began walking upward. With every step the rhythmic clang of a blacksmith’s hammer grew louder.
Grahn.
They said he worked in a secluded spot. So this is it.
It had been a long time since she’d had a conversation that felt this easy.
Even before the misunderstanding, Dain’s manner toward her had been laced with awkwardness, and she found it difficult to open her heart to anyone else.
Maybe she could hide here until mealtime.
Of course, the memory of burying Grahn’s cock between her breasts yesterday brought a flush of shame, but—
Even so, she could already picture the warm, welcoming smile he would give her, as if none of it had happened.
“G-Grahn.”
“Whoa! If it isn’t the Saintess! Or should I say, Ceres. Kahaha!”
The sweating blacksmith paused mid-swing and greeted her with a broad grin.
“What brings you all the way out here?”
“Nothing special. Are you very busy?”
“No urgent orders, but in a place like this you never know what’ll happen. So I keep hammering. That’s all.”
“Then… could I watch for a little while?”
“Of course!”
He laughed heartily and pulled a wooden chair beside him. Ceres walked over with quick, light steps and sat down.
“What’s the matter? Were you bored?”
“I went looking for Dain, but he’s out on a mission.”
“That so? He’s a capable lad. Plenty of people want him for one thing or another.”
“It’s not like that. You don’t know how much of an idiot he can be sometimes.”
“Really? Well, he’s only twenty-one. Still, he’s no ordinary fellow.”
“I’m twenty-one too!”
Grahn turned to her with an expression of pure disbelief.
“You look it, lass.”
“Hey!”
Ceres puffed out her cheeks and gave his shoulder a few light smacks. Grahn threw his head back with a booming “Kahaha!” then gripped his hammer again and resumed striking the iron.
“Old man, you almost misunderstood again.”
“Misunderstood? What misunderstanding?”
“Thought you came to relieve some fatigue like yesterday.”
The Saintess lowered her head in embarrassment, but strangely, Grahn’s blunt words didn’t freeze her tongue.
“…Do all men really only think about that?”
“You just don’t know your own charm, Ceres.”
Grahn slid the lump of iron into the furnace.
“You’ve got no idea how tempting you are.”
She had no reply. Face burning, she turned away and pretended to study the inside of the forge, but nothing registered.
She wasn’t sure whether to accept it as a compliment, yet those words undeniably melted something inside her chest.
The daily reinforcement sessions with Zarco had become nothing but repetition—her submitting, yielding, unable to defy the changed Hero’s commands.
Perhaps it was the lingering desire to reclaim the initiative he had stolen from her. Feeling suddenly playful, Ceres rested her hand on Grahn’s thick thigh and leaned into him.
“W-whoa! Careful there, girl.”
“…So you’re only thinking about that too, Grahn?”
“I’m a little different from those other bastards.”
“After what you did yesterday.”
“…Kahaha, damn it. Shouldn’t have done that!”
Grahn laughed in awkward embarrassment. Satisfied, Ceres pulled back.
“I really just came because I was bored. There’s no one else I can talk to.”
“Hmm. Come anytime. Not sure there’s much to see in a boring old smithy, though.”
“Hehe. Are you disappointed?”
“Keep teasing me and see what happens, lass. Haha!”
The command tent felt heavier the moment she stood before it, but today was different.
Because of her new friend Grahn? Or because her body was already growing wet at the thought of what was about to happen?
She couldn’t tell. She didn’t want to know.
“Come in, Ceres.”
At the Hero’s gaze she quickly looked away. Rillen stood beside the seated Zarco, already completely naked. The two soldiers who were usually present were nowhere to be seen.
“Ah, those two are on night watch today.”
“…I didn’t ask.”
Even her curt reply didn’t wipe the relaxed smile from Zarco’s face. He watched with familiar ease as the Saintess undressed.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
With Ceres straddling his waist, Zarco gripped her plump ass and drove deep between her cheeks.
The Saintess bit her lip hard, desperately rejecting the body that was drowning in pleasure, simply waiting for him to finish.
“Hngh… ugh…”
“There you go again, Ceres.”
“W-what… hngh?!”
The Hero’s hands, which had been kneading her soft rear, suddenly spread her cheeks wide.
Between them lay the small hole just above her pussy—the one hidden between her folds, already glistening with moisture.
Zarco’s finger brushed across that wrinkled entrance.
“W-where are you touching…! Hngh! Hngh!”
“Finally making proper sounds? You like it here?”
“No! Ah! Haang! Hngh!”
His stroking finger drew out uncontrollable moans.
“Haang! Ngh! N-no! Ngh!”
“So this is what you really enjoy.”
Squish.
“Hnghhh!”
One of Zarco’s fingers pushed into the tight, resistant hole.
Her ass clenched at the foreign sensation, but instead of pulling away, the swirling finger slowly drained the strength from her body.
“Hngh! Ngh! Ngh!”
Even so, the massive cock pounding her pussy never stopped. If anything, it seemed to swell even larger.
“So warm inside.”
“Ahng! D-don’t say that…! Ngh! Haa—ngh?! Hnghhhh!”
Another finger slid in. Hooked like rings, Zarco’s hands slowly pried her open.
“Ahk! Stop! Ahhngh! Haang!”
Pain and pleasure blurred together. When all resistance finally left her, shame and a strange sense of liberation flooded her spread cheeks at the same time.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Zarco drove into her even harder. The Saintess clung to his chest, nails raking across his skin. Red marks rose, but his hips never faltered.
The command tent was sweltering with their combined heat. She couldn’t hear anything beyond her own moans—until a cool draft brushed her back. She turned without thinking.
“…Ah.”
A heavy, low voice. The deep vibration of massive footsteps on the wooden floor.
His enormous frame. The thick beard.
It was the blacksmith, Grahn.
“Grahn?!”
Her startled cry lasted only a second. Zarco’s hips snapped upward like a spring, punching a fresh moan from her throat.
“Haah! Hngh! Wait! Hngh! S-stop…! Haah!”
Grahn’s eyes widened. His gaze traveled slowly over the Saintess’s widely spread ass, lingering on the hole where the Hero’s fingers were buried.
Below that, her pussy stretched around Zarco’s cock, glistening with slick nectar as it drove in and out.
He could only stare, breath caught, at the sight of her pink folds being ruthlessly spread by thick, veined flesh.
“Don’t look… ahng! D-don’t watch… hngh!”
Wet slapping sounds rose from between their joined thighs. The pace quickened, and her climaxing moans poured out without end.
“Haang! Haang! Hng! Hnghhhhhh!”
Pleasure lanced up her spine. Her trembling body slowly collapsed onto Zarco.
Even as his cock pulsed and flooded her with thick seed, the Saintess twitched atop the Hero, riding out the lingering waves of orgasm.
“Huu.”
Squelch.
“…Ah, haaaa…”
When Zarco lifted his hips and withdrew, semen spilled from between Ceres’s legs and formed a small puddle on the floor.
“Good timing, Grahn.”
Zarco laid Ceres gently to the side, stood, and sat back in his chair. Even after releasing once, his cock remained rigidly erect.
“…What exactly is going on, Hero?”
“How was yesterday?”
“Ah, that…”
“You said there was no insertion. Hand? Mouth?”
“It… it was her breasts.”
“Ah. Her breasts.”
Zarco quietly crossed his legs and beckoned Rillen closer.
“What do you think? Of Ceres right now?”
“…”
“Beautiful, isn’t she? There can’t be another woman like her anywhere in the world.”
Before anyone realized, the front of Grahn’s pants bulged obscenely, the thick outline clearly visible.
“Half-dwarf, huh? Impressive tool. Well?”
Zarco gestured toward the Saintess.
“Of course I already came once, but…”
When they had first passed through Hargon, Zarco had seemed like an entirely different person. None of that mattered to Grahn now.
All he could think about was wrapping his arms around the twitching, sweat-drenched Saintess and her dripping pussy. His body felt ready to burst.
“Grahn.”
The Hero’s hand left the armrest, took Rillen’s, and pulled her close. She looked at him curiously but placed her hand over his without protest.
“…You may, Grahn.”
The moment permission was given, Grahn tore off his clothes. His thin shirt ripped halfway under the half-dwarf’s powerful hands. The belt on his hastily yanked-down pants snapped.
His cock was thick. Not as sleek as the Hero’s, but heavy, dark, and brutally thick. Veins bulged along its length like writhing snakes. It approached the reclining Ceres with slow, deliberate steps.
Though the aftershocks of pleasure still rippled through her, the Saintess pushed herself up to look at him. Her eyes were wide with panic, her face burning with shame, yet Grahn did not stop.
Because the body before him no longer looked like his friend Ceres. It looked like something delicious. Something he desperately wanted to devour.
“G-Grahn…”
The thick cock she had once embraced. The glans whose warmth she had not disliked drew closer. She tried to push him away with arms that refused to obey, but Grahn slipped between them, pressed her down, and—
“Hngh…!”
His glans nudged aside the white strands still dripping from her folds.
“…Hmm?”
Rillen gripped the Hero’s hand tightly, watching as his fingers began to tremble.
“Haa, Grahn…!”
Sluuurp. Despite its girth, Grahn’s cock sank smoothly into her already slick depths.
Thud. Thud.
The Saintess’s body began to rock beneath the massive half-dwarf. Seeing her spread her legs and let her breasts bounce for someone other than himself, Zarco’s neck craned forward with hungry interest.
“Ceres.”
Without a single word, Grahn—once the man who had laughed so heartily and told her to visit the forge anytime—now looked only at her body, consumed by raw lust.
He drove his dark red, half-dwarf cock into her still-pink, untouched-looking pussy, stretching her wide, ravaging her insides.
…Dain. Dain…
Her body, having already tasted climax once, could no longer hold back its moans.
Between panting gasps she kept repeating Dain’s name, but he was not in the room.
Even through her storm of confused emotions, only Zarco remained—watching with a fresh, rock-hard erection and a smile brimming with dark excitement.