The Shared Saintess
The bed creaked in rhythm with Grahn’s thrusts, the sound growing faster and faster.
Ceres had already taken him twice that night, yet the saintess found herself acutely aware of the difference between him and Zarco.
Unlike Zarco, who toyed with her like a plaything and savored every single reaction, Grahn lost himself in the act while never forgetting to be considerate of her.
“Nngh…!”
“Ah, did that hurt? Sorry.”
“N-no…”
She kept her words brief, embarrassed. She didn’t want him to realize the sound had been a moan of pleasure, not pain.
Even though her passage was slick with arousal, Ceres’s insides were still far too tight for Grahn’s massive girth. The strange sensation of her lower belly being pushed outward was one she had felt in the command room as well, but now, hidden from everyone’s eyes and wrapped in his embrace, every nerve in her body felt sharper, more alive.
She was in the arms of someone other than Dain, yet in this moment—free of shame—the saintess felt something undeniably close to comfort.
Squelch, squelch.
“…Hng.”
The moans kept trying to slip out, so Ceres bit down on her finger.
Ah… his clothes…
With her thighs spread beneath his firm, rounded stomach, the fabric of Grahn’s garments brushing against her skin began to feel irritating.
His sweat-soaked shirt and the pants draped over her thighs chafed with every movement.
It’s not that I want…
It wasn’t that she disliked the sensation of cloth against her skin. It certainly wasn’t because she wanted to feel Grahn’s bare flesh against her own. That was what she told herself.
She reached up, stopping the half-dwarf who had been steadily, powerfully thrusting between her legs, and whispered quietly.
“…Because of the sweat… should we take off your clothes?”
“Ah, yeah.”
With a wet sound, Grahn’s cock slid free of her pussy.
They turned away from each other and shed their remaining garments, revealing their naked bodies.
Even though they had just been joined together, Ceres felt a belated wave of shyness and covered her nipples and sex with her hands. Yet her eyes refused to leave Grahn’s thick shaft, glistening with her juices.
That thing… was inside me…
“Ahem. You’re acting all shy, and now you’re making me feel awkward too.”
“Ah!”
Grahn’s booming voice broke the silence.
Ceres hurriedly slipped under the blanket to hide her entire body, then peeked out just enough to stare at the half-dwarf standing there awkwardly.
Did it look like she was inviting him?
In truth, there was no longer any reason to continue. The soldier Zarco had sent had been deceived and had left. She still felt resistance at the thought of being with anyone other than Dain, yet her pussy—still remembering the stretch of that thick cock—throbbed and tingled with lingering need.
Ceres turned over while leaving the blanket slightly open, burying her face in the pillow. She felt the heavy footsteps of the massive half-dwarf approaching from behind.
The sound of him climbing onto the bed, the rustle of the sheets, and then the warmth of his bare skin slowly wrapping around her back.
“Haa…”
A breath mixed with emotion and body heat escaped her quietly.
It was neither purely pleasure nor relief.
When he spread the cheeks of her upturned ass and his cock pushed between them as if it belonged there, Ceres silently took the hand that Grahn had draped over her shoulder.
“Mmph…!”
Her back arched slightly as Grahn entered her again. The feeling of his glans scraping against her inner walls still refused to become familiar. The same was true for him.
Even a man who had known countless women could not help but marvel at the way Ceres’s pussy coiled around his shape, squeezing him perfectly.
Grahn moved his hips slowly. No words passed between them, yet the heat of their rubbing flesh filled the saintess’s room.
The blacksmith mounted her from behind as she lay prone, gripping her plump ass that so gently enveloped his cock and spreading it wide.
When the cool air touched the pink pucker nestled between her cheeks, Ceres’s shoulders twitched.
“D-don’t spread it…”
“This part is beautiful too, Ceres.”
“…Really…”
Creak, creak.
That night, the sound of the bed creaking in Ceres’s room showed no sign of stopping.
Morning sunlight slipped through the window and tickled Ceres’s eyes.
“Mmm~ ngh… ah.”
After a short groan, she stretched and sat up. The sleepiness vanished the moment she realized she was completely naked, breasts exposed, and that the sheets beneath her were soaked.
Oh… last night…
Grahn seemed to have left at some point.
Today… I feel strangely good.
Every morning she had woken with guilt and shame weighing on her, but today was different. The feeling of having landed a blow against Zarco left her heart strangely light.
Ceres knew it was only a single day’s worth of liberation, but she wanted to savor the feeling a little longer, so she hurried to prepare for the day.
Instead of the new saintess robes Zarco had given her, she put on her original ones. The moment she stepped outside the barracks, the cold air brushed pleasantly against her skin.
“Mmm~ haa.”
Wondering if there was anything she could do, she wandered the outpost, but it was still too early. Aside from the soldiers on watch, there was no one around.
Is Dain still sleeping?
She missed him terribly.
Even though it had been Grahn she had slept with yesterday, she longed for Dain even more than usual. A corner of her mind knew that the “dwarf way” was nothing but an excuse, so she wanted to show him—through her heart, if nothing else—that she belonged to him.
He must be more tired than I am. I shouldn’t wake him.
Since arriving at the outpost she had been treated only as the saintess, so there were still many places and duties she didn’t know about. While wandering through areas she had never visited, she spotted a familiar back in the forest near the outpost.
“Dain!”
“Oh, Ceres?”
Dain, already sweating as he chopped wood since early morning, turned around in surprise.
“What are you doing? So early in the morning.”
“The craftsmen seem to be short on lumber.”
“They asked you? Right after yesterday’s battle?”
“Not exactly. But what am I supposed to do, just sit around? I should help even a little.”
This was it.
This was why she loved him.
There were countless other reasons, but the way he quietly, sincerely helped others without ever showing off—and the shy smile that came with it—made her heart melt.
“Hehe, you really are diligent.”
“…That outfit looks much better on you.”
“Ah, y-yeah… it does, right?”
“Why are you up so early?”
“…I just woke up early.”
Her chest ached.
Ceres was still too human to fully embrace the ways of the dwarves.
“If you’re tired, go back to sleep.”
“No, I don’t want to. Can I help?”
“It’s fine. Can you even lift an axe?”
“Hey, I can at least do that much!”
Ceres snatched the axe from Dain’s hand.
“Whoa, hey. That’s dangerous.”
“I just swing it sideways like this, right?”
“Sigh… yeah. Give it a try. Be careful.”
“Hnnng.”
The axe was heavier than she expected.
She took aim and swung it sideways at the tree, but the blade didn’t even graze the bark. The momentum spun her body around, and she lost her balance.
“W-whoa!”
“Hey!”
Thud.
“Oof.”
She hit the ground, but nothing hurt. As she slowly opened her squinted eyes, she saw Dain looking down at her.
In an instant, he had caught her falling body and taken the impact against the tree himself.
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah…”
“I told you to be careful. Are you hurt anywhere?”
His worried gaze made Ceres’s heart pound wildly.
I like you. I love you. More than anyone in the world.
All the feelings she had kept hidden inside surged up at once.
Chu.
Before she knew it, Ceres had pressed her lips to Dain’s cheek.
“…Uh…”
When she saw his face turn bright red with embarrassment, she finally realized what she had done and shot to her feet.
“Ah, t-that was…”
I must be crazy…!
Flustered and fidgeting, Ceres quickly ran back toward the outpost.
W-what the…!
Dain’s ears burned crimson from the sudden kiss.
As he watched her retreating figure and touched his cheek, the soft sensation of her lips still lingered.
So soft.
He stood there dazed for a long while. When he finally picked up the axe again, the corners of his mouth were stretched all the way to his ears.
Knock, knock.
The day that had felt so exciting and refreshing ended far too quickly. At the sound of knocking that signaled its end, Ceres slowly approached the door.
“S-saintess…”
It was not the man from yesterday, but the middle-aged soldier of the pair.
“I’ve c-come to escort you… ahem! Hem!”
Was he unwell? His breathing was rough.
He fidgeted restlessly, sweating and unable to stay still.
“…I understand. Let’s go.”
“Y-yes. Hehe.”
The time it took to climb the stairs and stand before the command room door passed in a blur.
Creak.
When she opened the door and stepped inside, Zarco was sitting in his chair, staring at her in silence.
Are you angry?
Because your little toy won’t obey?
The middle-aged soldier hurried in after her, closed the door, and immediately stripped off his clothes, standing beside Zarco. The younger soldier was already naked. Rillen was nowhere to be seen.
“…Haa.”
Ceres let out a sigh and slowly began to remove her own clothes.
One by one, the buttons came undone, gradually revealing the saintess’s naked body.
“…Let’s finish this quickly.”
“Mm.”
The naked Zarco approached and roughly pulled her into his arms.
“How was Grahn?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Why? Do you regret it? You’re the one who gave me to him.”
“As if.”
The hero’s hands began to slowly roam across her body.
“I was honestly surprised.”
“About what?”
“That you would choose Grahn when you have Dain.”
“What…!”
She knew. She knew he was trying to provoke her.
Zarco had never permitted Dain, nor did he ever intend to.
Ceres let out a short sigh, refusing to rise to the bait.
“…Stop talking nonsense. Can you just finish this quickly?”
“Of course. I’ll try to make it as quick as possible. But…”
Zarco grabbed her chin and turned her face toward the soldiers standing in front of her.
Even without Rillen present, the soldiers staring at Ceres wore strangely excited expressions. Their hands stroked their cocks, keeping them hard.
In that instant, a terrible premonition swept over her, flooding her body with fear.
“I’m not sure they’ll be so quick to finish.”