The Shared Saintess (3)
The young soldier was so utterly absorbed in driving his cock between those soft, yielding cheeks that he never noticed Gerta watching.
Unlike her own slender, petite frame, the Saintess possessed a body that was lush, voluptuous, and sinfully sensual. Every roll of her hips sent her full flesh rippling in waves that would have stirred arousal even in a woman like Gerta.
“Nngh…!”
Finally, the soldier gripping her waist with bruising force let out a guttural moan. His body shuddered violently as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, trembling with release.
“Haaa…”
After the man’s satisfied sigh, his spent cock slid free from between her legs with a wet sound. He left the Saintess slumped against the wall, too drained to move, and simply pulled up his pants. There was no tenderness in the way he straightened his disheveled clothes.
“Thank you, Saintess.”
“…”
“Thanks to you, I’ll be able to carry out my mission with renewed vigor.”
The soldier spat out the empty gratitude, turned his back on the Saintess—who was still shamelessly spread open—and hurried off with a muttered, “Shit, I’m late!”
Gerta quickly ducked into the nearby bushes. The soldier passed without noticing her. Only after he had descended the stairs did she cautiously peek out again at the woman left behind.
The young soldier’s semen dripped in thick strands from between the Saintess’s legs, splattering onto the ground. Ceres slowly gathered her clothes—the very garments that did nothing to conceal her figure and only seemed to accentuate every curve.
“…”
The sight of the Saintess walking away with those weak, shuffling steps filled Gerta with such discomfort that she could barely breathe.
This… what is this…?
From magic academy to the scholarly institute, Gerta had only ever been exposed to childish tales of crushes and puppy love. The raw act between man and woman struck her like a thunderbolt.
The first penis she had ever seen. The shape of the cunt that had swallowed it. Every motion, every thrust, was seared into her mind, impossible to erase.
What… what do I do? How do I even begin to process this?
She had only meant to gently nudge Dain—who harbored quiet feelings for Ceres—toward her. Instead, she had witnessed something far too cruel.
It hadn’t looked consensual. Yet the Saintess had not resisted the soldier either.
Is there some circumstance I don’t understand?
The Saintess’s retreating back seemed so heavy that even offering comfort felt impossible.
Dain is definitely in love with her, but…
With ten years of gossip under her belt, Gerta could see it clearly: Dain’s feelings for Ceres were unmistakable. She had heard they were childhood friends who had grown up together in the same village alongside the Hero and the Saintess.
If Dain learns of this…
It would break him. The sorrow and emptiness would be unbearable.
Yet remaining silent and doing nothing felt even worse. The thought of Dain, who had guarded his heart so carefully, filled her with pity.
No, not yet.
Gerta was meddlesome by nature, but she wasn’t so socially inept as to blurt out such a devastating truth without thought. It was obvious the Saintess had her reasons. Before telling Dain, she needed to understand the full picture.
…I’ll watch a little longer.
She began to follow the Saintess at a careful distance.
Ceres was not heading toward the outpost’s center, but to a nearby forge. A massive, intimidating blacksmith greeted her with surprising warmth.
“Oh, Ceres.”
“…Grahn.”
Gerta couldn’t see the Saintess’s expression from her hiding spot, but Grahn’s face filled with alarm the moment he saw her.
“What happened? Why do you look like that?”
“Grahn… hic… sob…”
Ceres staggered forward and collapsed against the blacksmith’s broad chest, burying her face in his embrace.
“Ceres…”
Though he was clearly fighting to hold himself together, Grahn wrapped his thick arms around her trembling form. Her muffled sobs reached even Gerta’s ears.
“Hic…”
“…”
The blacksmith simply held her, rubbing slow, warm circles across her back until the shaking finally subsided.
When she grew still, Ceres lifted her head, seeming a little calmer.
“…I’ll get you some water. Sit down.”
She nodded. Grahn quickly brought her a cup and pressed it into her hands.
“…The Hero.”
Gerta had not expected that name to come up in this situation. She too had witnessed the Hero’s power in the main army and felt a spark of hope.
The Hero… is involved in this?
With reddened eyes, Ceres paused for a long moment before she began to speak.
“Zarco said… I have to do it with the other two as well…”
“…That crazy bastard. So it really came to this.”
“Not just in the night command room… but whenever they want…”
“…Is this because of me…?”
Ceres lowered her head.
“The other night… I used you as an excuse not to go…”
“This can’t be… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ceres…”
“It’s not your fault, Grahn.”
Her face was a mess, but Ceres still managed a small, fragile smile.
“Just… let me lean on you for a little while, Grahn.”
“Ceres…”
This is insane.
The revelation that the Hero had ordered the Saintess to accept other men was almost impossible to believe.
What the hell is going on? What kind of situation is this?
Watching Ceres rest her head on Grahn’s shoulder, Gerta only grew more confused.
Night command room… that’s what she said.
Not knowing the exact time, Gerta had kept watch on Ceres’s quarters after dinner. When the Saintess finally emerged late into the night, Gerta had followed at a distance, muffling her footsteps.
The lower areas were still patrolled by soldiers, but the higher she climbed, the fewer people she encountered. Soon, she spotted the faint flicker of candlelight in the window of one of the newly constructed buildings above.
That must be the command room.
The Saintess paused at the door, drew in a deep breath, and slowly stepped inside.
If I go in now, I might get caught.
Gerta waited behind a tree for some time, then crept closer to the command room, holding her breath.
She pressed her face to a small window in the corner—and the shock that hit her was even greater than what she had witnessed that morning.
People shamelessly baring their naked bodies to one another.
The men were the Hero, Yujin, and two soldiers whose names she didn’t know. The women were Rillen and the Saintess, Ceres.
Rillen—the same woman who had traveled with them through the magic circle—was straddling the soldier Ceres had been with earlier behind the building. She slammed her firm, muscular ass up and down with practiced rhythm.
In one hand she stroked a middle-aged soldier’s cock. In her mouth, she took Yujin’s.
“Rillen, wait! Don’t pull off so much.”
“Mmmuu?”
With a cock stuffed in her mouth, Rillen’s words were unintelligible, but the soldiers seemed to understand her muffled sounds perfectly.
“You’ll have to fuck the Saintess soon too.”
“Pwah. Didn’t you pound me senseless the day before yesterday? Today you’d better be ready.”
Rillen was clearly enjoying herself. The cocks she rode, stroked, and sucked. The hands roaming across her body.
What is wrong with that woman…?
Gerta was still far too innocent to comprehend a woman who took such open pleasure in sex. Unable to keep watching, she turned her head—only to witness something even more disturbing in the corner.
There, as if the two of them were alone in the command room and ignoring the obscene slapping sounds echoing from the others, the Hero was slowly caressing the naked Saintess.
…That’s the Hero?
This was not the man who had waved to the cheering crowds of the main army. The lewd, mocking smile carved across his face sent chills crawling across Gerta’s skin.
It was a terrible thing to think about Ceres, but she felt a wave of relief that his gaze was not directed at her.
“How did it feel yesterday, hm?”
“…”
“What, don’t you remember?”
“…Stop it.”
“Hah.”
From behind the seated Saintess, the hands kneading her heavy breasts slowly slid downward, slipping between her legs.
Ceres’s body gave a small shiver.
The Hero’s fingers rubbed along her slit, gradually moving faster, harder. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room.
Ceres bit down on her lip.
His thick fingers pushed inside her, then withdrew, over and over. Her body began to arch backward under the relentless stimulation.
“…Ugh…”
A moan slipped out. She bit her own finger to stifle it, but the Hero only seemed to enjoy her reaction more. He curled his fingers inside her and shook them with even greater force.
Ceres’s eyes widened. Her head fell back as she lost control, twitching violently. Then, with a wet rush, she squirted clear fluid around his fingers.
“…Uuuuugh!”
The powerful jet arced high before slowly tapering off.
Gerta didn’t know if that could be called an orgasm, but the Saintess collapsed backward into the Hero’s arms with her legs spread wide. Her soft, plump belly continued to twitch and quiver.
“Hah, there. Feel better now?”
“…Kgh, ugh…”
What… what the hell is that…?
The Hero gently laid her down and stood. Gerta’s face burned crimson at the sight of his enormous cock.
She had heard they grew large, but she had assumed it would be no bigger than the soldier Rillen was currently sucking. This was something else entirely.
It doesn’t even look human.
The Hero positioned himself between the Saintess’s still-twitching thighs, gripping his massive shaft and aiming it at her glistening folds.
That’s supposed to fit?
He answered Gerta’s silent question with action.
“…Uht! Uuuuugh!”
The Saintess’s tight cunt was stretched obscenely wide as the Hero’s huge cock forced its way inside.
Slap. Slap. Slap!
Crude, wet sounds poured endlessly from her already-slick pussy. With every powerful thrust of the Hero’s hips, Ceres’s heavy breasts bounced and jiggled.
Her face was flushed scarlet. She covered her eyes with one hand, but her parted lips made it clear just how intense the stimulation was.
“Hero, this is going to take a while today, isn’t it?” muttered the middle-aged soldier whose cock was buried in Rillen’s mouth.
“Looks like business as usual. There’s still plenty of time, so don’t worry about it.”
“Ever since I got a taste, I can’t stop thinking about it. Damn.”
Rillen’s brow furrowed slightly as she continued sucking with expert skill. The soldier suddenly felt her teeth instead of the warm, melting heat of her throat.
“Ow! Hey, no, Rillen!”
“Come on, you like it too, don’t you, Rillen?”
“Of course I do. I’ve always had a thing for women this filthy.”
Only then did her teeth retreat. She returned to sucking with that same vulgar, eager expression.
The Hero’s movements showed no sign of slowing.
Gerta, who had never once looked at anything lewd in her life, found herself wondering, Doesn’t he get tired doing that nonstop?
The Hero gazed down at Ceres as she desperately tried to hold back her moans, then pulled her tight against him, pressing their bellies flush together.
The rhythm that followed was completely different from before.
“How’s this, Ceres?”
“—Ugh! Uuugh…!”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Every deep thrust made her thighs quiver with elastic force. Ceres turned her head to hide her expression, but the Hero simply latched onto her exposed neck, licking and sucking greedily.
Gerta saw it clearly.
Even as she spread her legs for another man and took his cock, the shape of the Saintess’s lips beneath the hand covering her face.
Dain…
It wasn’t spoken aloud. It was the tiniest movement of her lips. But Gerta recognized the name of the warrior clearly, and a premature sense of justice surged within her heart.