Feeding (2)
"Mmh..."
My eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling, and I blinked blankly at the wooden beams overhead.
"...Ah, right. The carriage."
Remembering only then that I had fallen asleep inside the carriage, I let out a long, lazy yawn and pushed myself up. Or rather, I tried to. Before I could even raise my shoulders, an overwhelming weight seized me and dragged me straight back down onto the bedding.
"What the hell...?"
That single tug stripped away every ounce of my will to get up. Annoyed, I yanked the blanket aside.
"......"
The first thing that greeted my eyes was a colorful array of hair. Navy blue, emerald green, vibrant orange... and warm brown. In order: Muriel, Cacciola, Rebecca, and Lampon Pashtra.
"......"
I had half-expected the first three, but seeing Pashtra tangled in the mix caught me completely off guard.
Next came a sea of bare skin. Milky alabaster, a sun-kissed honey tone, and the occasional blunt, rosy peak blushing at the summits. Soft flesh blended together along their silhouettes, painting an array of voluptuous, alluring curves.
"......"
Pressed flush against one another, their bodies were squished and flattened in various places, but rather than looking awkward, the sight was intensely sensual.
"Have you people lost your damn minds...?"
Letting out a small sigh, I pinched Muriel's cheek and tugged.
"...Master Alzen. Are you awake?"
Muriel woke instantly, looking up at me with eyes so clear and alert that it was impossible to believe she had been fast asleep a moment ago.
"Hey. Why are you guys like this? Before we went to sleep, all of you were in separate spots. Fully dressed, too."
"Yes. That was indeed the case. However, it was deemed that co-sleeping was necessary for rational and efficient rest. It could not be helped."
"The hell do you mean it couldn't be helped...? Is using your master for your own sleep proper conduct?"
"...It was not solely for my sake."
"What? What's that supposed to mean?"
"It is a secret."
"Hah?"
I stared at her in utter disbelief at a response I had never heard from her before, but her lips remained firmly shut, showing no intention of elaborating.
"Fine, whatever... Keep it to yourself if you want. More importantly..."
I exhaled a rough breath and tried to calm the furious tent pitched between my legs, but it was a losing battle. Then again, if a guy could stay calm in a situation like this, that would be a much bigger problem.
Warm, velvety, supple skin clung to me from every direction. The distinctive scent of each woman melted into a sweet, heady fragrance that filled my nostrils to bursting. My heart pounded against my ribs, sending my blood pressure spiking. Even without actively trying, lewd thoughts flooded my head, stoking a base, primal urge.
"...You are quite aroused."
"Because of you lot... And do you really have to say it out loud?"
"Shall I relieve you once?"
"Have you completely lost your mind?"
I wasn't objecting out of some sudden bout of modesty. While this carriage was special and boasted far more interior space than it appeared from the outside, it wasn't partitioned into private bedrooms. The others were sprawled out across what passed for the central parlor area. In other words, the kids were sleeping right next to us.
"It will be fine as long as we are not caught. And if the evidence is swallowed, there will be no problem."
"There are plenty of problems with that...! Never mind, why is Pashtra here?"
"Mmh-nyaa..."
I gestured toward the barbarian girl, who was sleeping like a log. Honestly, most of the skin pressed against me belonged to her. The way her colossal bust was squashed flat against my side was doing terrible things to my self-control. Damn, she's ridiculous.
"She requested to join us, so as the primary wife, I granted her permission. That is all."
"That is not 'all'! Who gave you the right to drag people into my bed...?"
"Naturally, I do not relish the thought of your women multiplying... but Master Alzen seemed quite fond of her. It was the result of prioritizing Master Alzen over my personal feelings."
"...I won't deny that, but shouldn't you at least ask me first?"
Annoyed that she had hit the nail on the head, I flicked her forehead.
Thwack!
"Ah, my bad. Put too much force into that."
"......"
"I said I'm sorry. Don't glare at me like that."
"I am not glaring."
"Looks like a glare to me."
"It is not. I am merely grimacing from the pain."
"Sorry."
As I rubbed her forehead with my thumb in apology, the sharp slant of her eyes softened.
"I have not forgiven you yet."
"I need forgiveness for that?"
"Yes."
"Good grief. I can't tell who's the master here. What, should I get on my knees and beg?"
"Would I ever demand such a thing? You merely need to stay still."
"What do you mean—ngh?!"
Her hand gently wrapped around my rock-hard shaft, drawing an involuntary groan from my throat.
"...As expected, magnificent. Long, thick, veined... It is not merely suited for satisfying a woman, but for corrupting her."
"Hey. Muriel. You..."
"I will finish quickly."
"No, that's not the issue here—"
Right then, the blanket heaved violently. Orange, green, and brown glints of light locked onto me, glowing pale and hungry like wild beasts spotting prey.
"...That's unfair, Master Alzen. I want to do it too."
"W-Wah, waah... I-I should do it too, right...? It's my first time, so I'm not really sure what to do, but please take good care of me...!"
"I don't really care about this sort of thing, but... well, I'm a slave, so I guess it's my duty."
Rebecca, Lampon Pashtra, and even Cacciola.
"Wait... hey. Are you guys insane? The kids are sleeping right over—ngh!"
The grip on my shaft tightened, squeezing another groan out of me. When I glared down at Muriel, she offered a faint, sly smile and began stroking with deliberate, rhythmic motions.
"H-Hold on, seriously, stop...!"
"Please give up and remain still. I will finish quickly."
"Um, does it have to be hands? I want to try with my mouth..."
"P-Please teach me how to do it too...!"
"You crazy women...!"
I tried to push them off by brute force, but my resistance was crushed almost instantly.
"......"
Even after eating the Permanent Flesh, this hadn't changed at all. Realizing it was futile, I resigned myself to letting them have their way until they were satisfied. ...To be entirely honest, I wasn't opposed to blowing off some steam either. As long as we didn't cross the final line, it should be fine, right?
Slurp, squelch...!
The moment I stopped struggling, Muriel took the fist-sized crown into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling deftly as she sucked with practiced suction.
"Haa, haah! M-Me too...!"
Watching her, Rebecca's excitement boiled over. She began licking up the thick, forearm-like shaft, her hands clamping tightly around the base before burying her nose deep into my groin, panting hot, ragged breaths against my skin.
"Nnngh...!"
It seemed the days of pent-up frustration had accumulated more than I realized. Overwhelmed by an intensity of pleasure far beyond what I had braced for, I let out a low groan as a shiver ran down my spine.
"Good grief, look at these bitches in heat... hngh..."
Murmuring with feigned indifference, Cacciola wriggled closer. She slid a hand between her own thighs, her hips twitching in rhythm, while using her free hand to stroke and massage the towering pillar alongside Muriel.
"A-Ah, what should I... E-Eii!"
Unable to contain her fidgeting, Pashtra squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face directly into my crotch.
Slurp! Mmph, sluuuurp...!
Haaahn... chomp, slurp...!
The vivid sensation of Pashtra's and Rebecca's lips and tongues working across my groin and scrotum was electrifying. I squeezed my eyes shut. There was no holding it back anymore.
"Nnnngh...!"
Spurt! Pulse! Spurt!
Erupting in an instant, my hips bucked involuntarily. Ropes of thick seed flooded Muriel's mouth, overflowing past her lips and dripping down in heavy strings.
"Whoa... is that even humanly possible?"
"Such an incredible amount... sluuuurp!"
"W-What is this...? Ugh, it doesn't taste very good... Am I supposed to eat it?"
"Pashtra. That is the seed for making a baby."
"What?! Then if I eat this, I'll have a baby?!"
Startled, Pashtra's eyes widened before hardening with sudden, fierce determination.
"I... I will bear Master Alzen's baby...!"
With that declared, she began eagerly licking up the dripping mess.
...Unbelievable. I really need to give her a proper sex education talk one of these days.
"Phew..."
"...Master Alzen. It appears a single round will not suffice."
"What?"
Looking down, the iron rod was still standing proud and rigid, flushed a deep, pulsing crimson.
"Since matters have escalated to this point, I shall extract every drop until your balls are completely hollow."
"H-Hey...! W-Wait a second...!"
My protest was cut short. Before I could finish, Cacciola had already climbed over my chest and sealed my lips with hers.
Hands, mouths, breasts...
I had been milked dry more than five times before the morning was even half over. We had narrowly avoided crossing the final line, but an invisible boundary had definitely crumbled.
"Sigh..."
With every passing day, the women's physical offensives grew bolder, while my defenses and resistance only seemed to weaken. It was becoming a serious concern.
"...Whatever. What's the point of worrying? It's not like I'll find an answer... Besides, it felt amazing, didn't it?"
Muttering to rationalize it to myself, I took a swig of liquor. Normally, my entire body should have felt like lead, drained of every drop of energy. Yet strangely, I was brimming with vitality. If I put my mind to it, I felt like I could easily fire off another ten rounds right now without breaking a sweat.
There was only one possible culprit: the Permanent Flesh.
"I had no idea it boosted stamina down there, too..."
It hadn't been mentioned in the game's setting documents, which made it rather fascinating. Perhaps other physical faculties had been enhanced without my knowledge. My digestion, for instance...
"Good morning."
A voice broke through my reverie. Looking up, a radiant, healthy expanse of bronze skin filled my vision.
"Ah, morning."
I gave the bottle in my hand a light wave. Nemeth nodded, glanced around cautiously, and cleared her throat with a small cough.
"Um, Sir Alzen."
"Yeah? Something on your mind?"
"That... please refrain from such acts as much as possible."
"...You were awake?"
"Yes..."
Her face flushed bright red, and she averted her gaze.
"You watched the whole thing? Turns out you're quite the lewd elf."
"I-It is nothing of the sort! What on earth was I supposed to do in that situation?!"
"You could have made some noise to break it up. It's not like I wanted to do it. I was the victim here."
"...I gave signs of being awake several times. Quite blatantly, in fact."
"What?"
I blinked at her blankly, and then a sudden realization struck me.
"So you're saying... all the women who were draining me knew you were awake?"
"Ah, no, not all of them. Cacciola and Pashtra likely did not notice."
"...Which means Muriel and Rebecca knew?"
"Yes."
"They knew, and they kept going anyway?"
"...Yes."
She shifted awkwardly, as though the embarrassment was too much to bear.
"......"
I had no idea what to say to that. Was I the one who was supposed to apologize here?
"Wait, hold on. Before that, I need to check something far more important."
Reading my expression, she held out a palm to reassure me.
"It is fine. No one else was awake aside from me."
"Really? Phew, thank god."
Getting caught by Nemeth wasn't all that humiliating, to be honest. But if the kids or Sister Weller had caught us, that would have been an entirely different story. Just imagining it sent a chill down my spine...
"Anyway, sorry about that. I'll be more careful next time."
"Yes. Please do."
"Though the problem is that it rarely goes the way I want. You saw it yourself..."
"...Sir Alzen did not resist very vigorously either. Nor did you appear to dislike it."
"Ahem. Well, I won't deny that."
"Haaah..."
She let out a soft sigh, shook her head, and her expression turned serious.
"By the way, Sir Alzen. Do you intend to proceed with the travel itinerary as discussed previously?"
"Yeah. Probably. Why?"
"Well... if possible, I wish to move as swiftly as we can."
"Don't be so impatient. You know as well as I do that preparation is necessary."
"However, do we not already possess sufficient strength?"
"It's sufficient. More than sufficient, really."
"Then—!"
"But someone will suffer critical, fatal harm."
"......"
Pushing myself up from my seat, I reached out and caught her chin.
"Nazareth Nemeth. I understand your impatience. I know your agony, your grief, your despair, and your hope."
"......"
"Even so, the more urgent it feels, the more we need to take the long way around. You don't want anyone to get hurt or die, do you? Arpe, for example."
"...I do not."
"And if we rush in unprepared, fail to finish off a High Demon, and let it escape, there's no greater disaster than that. Right?"
"...Yes."
"It's not as if I haven't considered speeding up the schedule like you. But no matter how much I turn it over, our current pace is the best way."
"...I apologize. I have spoken out of turn again..."
"There's no need to apologize. I told you, I understand."
I patted her shoulder lightly.
"Don't worry. The longer the preparation takes, the faster the resolution will be when the time comes."
"Yes. I will trust you."
"Good. Now, let's go get some food. I'll feed you today, too."
At my words, an awkward smile broke across her lips.
"...I would deeply appreciate it if you could feed me normally for once."
"Hmm, I don't know about that. Depends on how you behave."
When I flashed her a mischievous grin, she let her shoulders slump in half-resignation and shook her head.