Friend and Lover (2)
“Haa. Haa.”
Grahn’s massive belly rose and fell with each heavy breath.
Ceres had turned around and now lay atop that belly, smiling down at him.
“Your tongue work today was something else. Haa… Did something happen?”
When Grahn cracked his eyes open at her silence, he found Ceres with her cheeks slightly puffed, her eyes squeezed shut.
A single drop of his seed trickled from between her pink lips, still wrapped around his spent cock.
“Ah, aah…”
“…”
“You can spit it out. I’ll wipe it…”
Grahn reached for the bedside table, but Ceres caught his hand. Her mouth still full of thick, white fluid, she tilted her head back.
Gulp.
The saintess’s slender throat bobbed.
After swallowing every drop, she stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth wide, as if seeking his approval.
“You swallowed it? Khahaha. Good girl, Ceres.”
“…”
Atop the giant half-dwarf, Ceres wore a satisfied smile before collapsing limply against him. Her enormous breasts spilled to the sides where they pressed against Grahn’s chest. His thick, glistening shaft rested against her lower belly, still slick with her saliva. Her long hair, cool and soft, fanned out beside his head.
Unable to even blink, Dain watched his lover and his friend entwined. The memory of that day began to crawl back into his mind.
Because he was not the hero, he had been powerless to stop Zarco from peering through that tiny hole in the wall. The wounded man had recovered enough to mount Ceres, piercing the place no one else had ever touched. Again and again Zarco had thrust into the bleeding saintess, refusing to stop even after climaxing multiple times, until she finally let out those rough, broken moans. Back then it had been because Dain was not the hero.
But now everything was different.
He was the kingdom’s only hero—half-baked though he might be—and publicly known as the saintess’s lover. He could have dropped from the window ledge right now and thrown the door open. He had every right.
Yet his body refused to move, frozen in place.
Ceres shifted slightly and slowly slid off Grahn into the open circle of his waiting arms. The way she nestled against the blacksmith’s chest looked perfectly natural. Grahn’s rough hand settled over her pale shoulder as though it had always belonged there, cupping one heavy breast.
“Ow.”
“What’s wrong, Ceres?”
“Hm?”
“You seem different today.”
“…Do I?”
Different today. Zarco’s words had been true—Grahn had been holding Ceres all along. The realization struck Dain like successive hammer blows. His thoughts spun wildly; even his vision blurred. There was no room left for anger.
Without answering, Ceres reached for Grahn’s cock. It was thick—every bit as thick as Zarco’s, perhaps thicker. Veins stood out along its length. At her touch it twitched and began to harden again.
Her hand stroked him. The sight of his friend and his lover lying naked together still felt unreal. Anger would not come. His mind remained numb, the scene before him overlapping with the memory of what he had witnessed through the hole that day.
“Hm? Not going to tell me?”
“…”
Ceres continued stroking in silence, then suddenly rose and straddled Grahn’s waist. Her snow-white body contrasted sharply with his dark, weathered skin. Dain had thought he knew every inch of that naked form, yet now it burned itself deeper into his eyes—the milky skin, the beautiful platinum hair, the slightly puffy areolas, the gentle curve of her waist above her hips. Everything was the same except one thing: the look in her eyes as she gazed at the man beneath her.
Those blue eyes that had once looked at Dain as childhood friend and lover now fixed on Grahn’s thick cock with an expression Dain had never seen. It was the look of a woman staring at a man.
Ceres. Don’t.
Dain screamed her name inside his head.
Ceres lowered herself onto Grahn’s shaft, slowly taking him inside.
Stop, Ceres. Please.
Grahn and Ceres pressed together. Inch by inch, the thick head disappeared into the saintess’s body.
Schlick.
“Hnn!”
Dain could not fathom how something so large fit inside her. Once she had taken all of him, Ceres trembled atop Grahn, whether from pain or pleasure he could not tell.
Ceres. Ceres. Ceres.
Blood rushed to his head at the sight. That same sickening, feverish sensation—he had felt it before. Just like the day he had pressed his face to the hole in despair while his own cock strained against his trousers, Dain was now fully erect.
Blood trickled from the cut on his neck where Zarco’s blade had grazed him. He could not call out to her. He could not open the door. Trapped by the past, he remained impotent, unable to take her the way the blacksmith could.
“…Se… ugh…”
The broken sound was too small to reach them. Ceres leaned forward, Grahn’s massive cock still buried inside her, and Grahn’s hands naturally found her waist.
Those were places only Dain had been allowed to touch before they left the village.
“Ugh, what the hell’s going on with you?”
“…Ahh…”
“You’re squeezing me so tight, riding me on your own…”
“…I don’t know.”
“Did fingering yourself earlier get you this worked up? Huh?”
Every word from Grahn drove into Dain like nails.
“No, it’s not that.”
Ceres silenced him by beginning to rock her hips, sliding Grahn’s cock in and out of her.
“…Ah, aah…”
Squelch. Squelch.
Dain’s voice was louder now, yet still drowned beneath the wet sounds of their joining. Her lower belly, slightly rounded, moved forward and back; soft flesh folded at the junction of hip and thigh. The curve of her waist as she rolled her pelvis was something Dain had never seen.
His eyes burned red. Blood flowed faster from the wound on his neck, as though proving the tears of blood falling inside his heart. Among the countless questions screaming through his mind, he never once asked “why.” What he lacked was being shown to him right now by the man currently inside Ceres.
Even while watching this scene, the hero searched for a way to keep believing in the saintess.
Her heart is still with me. This isn’t because she loves Grahn—it’s because I can’t get hard. She’s only filling what I lack with him.
Even though he could have stopped them at any moment, the thought that the fault lay with him kept Dain frozen. Even with the certainty that Ceres’s heart belonged to him, he feared that if he entered that room now, she would never return to him.
Squelch. Squelch.
Ceres’s hips moved faster and faster atop Grahn.
“…Aah, hnn! Ahh!”
“Hup!”
Their hands clasped. It did not take long before Ceres’s lower body began to bounce violently up and down. Her ass rippled as she tried to take Grahn even deeper.
“Aaaah! Hnn! Haah! Ah!”
What did it feel like? With a cock that completely filled that tight cunt, what kind of pleasure was Grahn experiencing right now? Watching the saintess moan and writhe atop the blacksmith, Dain felt his own painfully erect cock twitch even as despair swallowed him whole.
Drip. Drip…
The hero came without ever entering her. The ending was the same as before. The only difference was that this time Dain had already freed his cock from his trousers. Staring at the seed pooled in his palm, he felt not emptiness but the sudden, crushing reminder of why he had come here in the first place.
“…Ah…”
The main force still had soldiers suffering in agony. This was no time to worry about appearances. Yet Dain still lacked the courage to face them while carrying this knowledge.
“Hnn! Aah! Aaah! Hngh…!”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Feeling Grahn’s cock swell inside her, the saintess slammed her hips down even harder.
“Hnnngh! Ceres!”
“Ugh!”
Throb. Throb.
Warmth flooded deep inside her as her belly quivered through climax.
“Haa… haa…”
“…Haa, haaah…”
Climaxing together was a special experience all on its own.
“Today you’re really… acting strange, Ceres.”
“…Haa…”
Even Ceres herself knew her behavior was unlike usual. She had been afraid to tell Grahn that today would be the last time. Both the beginning and the end had been her own selfish choices. All she felt was guilt toward him, and that guilt only made her hips move more desperately.
“…Ugh.”
The slightly softened cock slipped free of her.
How should she say it? What expression would Grahn make if she spoke now, right after finishing? The saintess drew a deep breath. She knew that if she could not stop now, she would never be able to stop again. If she wanted any future where she remained with Dain, this was her final chance.
“…Um, Grahn.”
“Hoo… Yeah, Ceres.”
Her lips refused to part. She was terrified, but she had to say it. Just as the saintess’s mouth finally began to open—
Bang bang. Someone knocked on the door.
“…G-Grahn! Are you there? Are you asleep?”
A voice that should never have been heard.
It was Dain—the man who had gone out on the operation with the main force.