A Brief Interlude After Liberation
“Maurice... are you okay?”
“I don't know... I slept like a log, so I can move, but...”
“If it's too hard, hand the reins over to me. I at least know how to drive a carriage.”
“No, I'll do it. I'll manage somehow...”
In the end, we didn't wake up until this afternoon.
The aftermath of spending an entire day and night mixing our bodies and tongues was simply too overwhelming.
The bedsheets were completely soaked, stains of semen and vaginal fluids marked various spots around the room, and the air was so thick with a musky, erotic scent that it was hard to tell if this was an ordinary inn room or just a chamber dedicated solely to sex.
“Still... I felt a bit bad for the innkeeper.”
“I'll admit that. I felt pretty guilty too...”
Since the room had been dirtied to the absolute limit, it was only natural to feel apologetic to the owners for the sight they would encounter. The hostess had subtly mentioned what she saw, commenting on how nice it was to see such a healthy, energetic pair of newlyweds, while the host brushed it off, saying that sort of thing happens.
Of course, even if they brushed it off, we still felt guilty enough to leave a hefty tip as extra compensation before checking out. The host didn't refuse it. He probably figured it was only fair.
And so, after our late departure from the inn, we set off once again toward our next pilgrimage site. Unlike the small monastery from before, this one was located near a town.
“Mmm... anyway, yesterday was truly incredible...”
“...”
Irene smiled with flushed cheeks, resting her chin on her hand as she looked up at the sky, reminiscing about yesterday.
“I got to hear Maurice talk so dirty, and I had no idea we'd actually do it all day long. I even got to attack Maurice and 'squeeze' him dry...”
Irene cupped her face with both hands, squirming with embarrassment. I didn't get why she was acting so shy when she was the one who had enjoyed it the most.
Still, I had to agree that having sex all day long like that was indeed an incredible feat.
“It feels like a dream. A dream that just flashed by.”
She was right. Just as Irene said, it felt like a dream. A dream that had passed in the blink of an eye.
Clashing our bodies together for a full twenty-four hours was by no means an easy task, yet we had pulled it off. And we did it through all sorts of positions, acts, and conversations.
Yet it still felt unreal. We did all of that? Really? Was that even possible? Did it make any sense? Well, we did it, so I guess it did.
“I think we should limit it to once a day or once every two days from now on, Maurice. I didn't realize you'd be so exhausted that you couldn't even move.”
“No, we can do it whenever you want.”
“Really?”
At that, Irene reached down to lift her skirt and show me. I immediately slapped her skirt back down to stop her. Even as I did, she just giggled mischievously.
“Whyyy? You said we could do it whenever.”
“I didn't say wherever. Let's at least avoid doing it outdoors.”
“...Really? Even if you get super horny? Even if you want to feel the thrill of doing it outside sometimes?”
Irene teased, trying to seduce me. For a split second, I was so tempted that I almost nodded in agreement...
“...We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
Well, I basically agreed.
Honestly, when you're horny, you're horny. It's not like Irene would hate it either. As long as we hid somewhere quiet where people couldn't see us, wouldn't it be fine?
...The fact that I was even thinking like this meant I was completely corrupted by the curse. I couldn't believe my libido had exploded to this extent.
“So you agree? Saying we'll think about it then... means you're open to the idea!”
Irene clung to my arm, practically vibrating with excitement. She shook my arm back and forth, looking absolutely thrilled.
I never expected her to be into outdoor play. At this point, I think she just loved the act of sex itself, no matter the context.
“Oh, right. Maurice, did you know?”
“Know what?”
Irene whispered.
“The cum you shot inside me yesterday... it's still inside my tummy.”
“...!”
Her sudden confession startled me so much that I almost dropped the reins. I even tilted to the left and nearly fell off the driver's seat.
“Heehee, your reaction is so cute when you're surprised.”
“W-Why are you suddenly saying something like that?!”
Stop turning me on... I'm doing my best to hold back out here.
“Mmm~ I just wanted you to realize that a part of Maurice is always inside me.”
Irene smiled warmly for some inexplicable reason and looked back up at the sky.
“Mmm~ The weather is so nice~ Traveling around with Maurice on a day like this brings back memories.”
“Huh? Ah, yeah. On days like this, we used to sneak out of the castle to explore.”
It was a dangerous thing to do, but back then, it was a thrilling game. A monster could have jumped out from the forest at any moment, or we might have stumbled into a monster-infested cave, but that was all part of the charm of adventure.
“It was fun... You ran around like a tomboy, using your innate divine power to blast away weak monsters and protect the other kids.”
“Mmm~ We did. Back then, I never imagined I'd end up as a Saintess candidate.”
“Right. I just thought you were a bit unusual. Then, when was it? When we were sixteen?”
“Probably? That was when we officially entered the Holy Order. I was selected as a Saintess candidate and started my training, while you began your path as an elite holy knight.”
“Yeah, that's how it went...”
Looking back, it was a truly happy time. Even though it was a story from ten years ago, and every day had been exhausting, it was still a fun life.
“But we still stayed close, right? We kept meeting up and talking.”
“Yeah. We'd complain to each other and joke around... Do you remember back then, Irene?”
“Remember what?”
“That Viper Teacher. The guy who taught us divine power. He was so harsh on me but incredibly lenient with you. What a jerk.”
Irene giggled.
“Ah~ Of course I remember. I punished him for you, didn't I? I poured my divine power into him to turn him into a complete idiot for a day so he'd stop picking on you. Right?”
“That was so satisfying. The rest of the class loved it too. After that, he couldn't bring himself to treat me or anyone else harshly.”
“Well, of course! The top Saintess candidate gave him a proper scolding, so he had to behave! Heehee.”
Irene rested her head on my shoulder. She swung her legs, smiling as she recalled the old memories.
“...And now, here we are.”
“...Yeah.”
Irene eventually became the Saintess, and I became a High Holy Knight. We lived our lives doing our respective duties until we were struck by a curse that gave us a hundred days to live. Because of that, we were exiled, and we ended up in a physical relationship.
How should I put it?
Our feelings as childhood friends remained, but it felt like we had taken a step forward. It was as if we had become much closer. I still didn't quite know what this feeling was... not yet.
“Maurice... I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember the hypothesis you came up with? About whether the quality or quantity of sex matters more when it comes to recovering memories.”
“Ah, right. That was why we abstained for six days.”
Once we actually spent the whole day having sex, it had slipped my mind. We had been too busy enjoying ourselves to care about that.
“I did remember something, but it seems like quality and quantity are pretty much the same.”
“...So that's how it is.”
I had held out a bit of hope, but in the end, it didn't make much of a difference. It was a shame.
Still, it wasn't a bad experience. The pleasure of holding back for so long and then letting it all explode was far more intense than I could have ever imagined. It was the absolute best.
“So, what did you remember?”
“A bad deed.”
“By the Pope?”
“Yeah. I think he was trying to commit some kind of bad deed. I can't tell if it was bad for us specifically, or for everyone...”
A bad deed.
The Pope?
Why would the Pope commit a bad deed? What could it be? He was someone elected after undergoing all kinds of examinations to prove his holiness and goodness.
A bad deed from someone we had followed for so long... I didn't doubt Irene, but these emerging memories were raising serious questions.
The Pope... if he was planning to do something bad, what on earth was it?
“But Maurice, can you do me one favor?”
“What is it?”
Irene opened her mouth and made a handjob gesture.
“Let me eat some cum.”
“Hey, is my cum a snack to you?”
“Yes, it is. Now shut up and open your pants!”
With that, Irene forcefully unzipped my pants, pulled down my underwear, and yanked my cock out. I quickly looked around. There was no one in sight.
“Ehehe~ Nice to meet you today, Maurice Junior~”
“...Just do it quickly.”
Irene took my cock into her mouth.
“Okaay~
At my urge to hurry, Irene worked her tongue and lips without rest.
“Kh... Wait a sec...”
“Slurrrrrp.”
Her movements were insane. She kept delivering such intense stimulation with her mouth that I could barely hold onto the reins. It felt like her technique had gotten even better since yesterday. As she sucked up and down, wrapping her tongue around the shaft in a spiral motion, I felt like I was going to blow my load any second.
“Irene...! I'm about to cum...!”
“Mmph? Already?”
“It's because you're too good at blowjobs...!”
“Mmm...”
Even when I said I was going to cum, Irene didn't slow down. Instead, she sucked even faster. After about another minute of this...
“Kh, I'm cumming!”
I ejaculated right into Irene's mouth. She gulped down the semen as it shot out, swallowing every drop.
Once I was done, Irene licked my cock clean, gave the tip a little kiss, and let it slip out of her mouth.
“Thank you for the meal~”
She gave a wicked smile, licking her lips where a stray pubic hair clung.
“Haa... Irene... you've really become a succubus.”
“Huh? I'm just a normal former Saintess~ Well, I'm just releasing all the pent-up sexual desire I couldn't satisfy before.”
Irene stretched as she spoke.
“Do you know how hard it was to take care of it myself in secret, trying not to make a single sound...?”
Irene pouted, resting her chin on her hand.
“Well, it's not like I'm a Saintess anymore...”
Irene leaned her head against my shoulder and linked her arm with mine.
“My pussy belongs to Maurice now. So I can satisfy myself as much as I want!”
“...And my cock belongs to Irene.”
“Yep. So make sure to work hard tonight too, okay?”
“...Got it.”
Irene looked up at me.
“Maurice?”
“What... mmph?!”
Irene suddenly kissed me.
“Hehehe, I just wanted to call your name.”
It was a brief kiss, but the suddenness of it made my face flush red.
“I wonder what the next pilgrimage site will be like~”
Irene was simply full of joy.
Until the deaths of Irene and Maurice.