Chapter 26 - Hiking Hijinks
“This sanctuary's surprisingly quiet~”
We'd taken another carriage ride to arrive here at the sanctuary. After booking a room at the inn, we were taking a short break at the restaurant, pondering what this pilgrimage might have in store.
“Yeah. Coming from a crowded city to this out-of-the-way spot feels nice and peaceful.”
It had that real rural vibe. Not many inns or restaurants around—most folks seemed self-sufficient. They probably made their living off the few pilgrims who passed through, your typical farming village.
“Since it's so quiet... we can relax without a care, right~?”
Irene stretched her arms wide as she said it.
Two straight days of travel and rough camping without proper sleep had left us both exhausted. We chatted about staying a few days to really rest up.
“Wonder when the food's coming...”
A rumble echoed from Irene's stomach. She must've been starving. Same for me—I hadn't eaten since waking up.
The inn was tiny, just a place to crash with no dining hall.
Which is how we ended up here.
“Maurice... you said we've got about 80 days left to the exile site, right?”
“Yeah, around that.”
“That's far... Well, our sins were pretty big.”
She let out a deep sigh.
“Food's here~”
Our order arrived: a whole chicken, plus stew and bread.
“Perfect for building stamina.”
I've been low on energy lately, so this hit the spot. Nothing beats chicken for recovery.
“My stamina boost is you~”
Irene tore into a drumstick as she teased. It was just a joke, but it made me flush and look away. Luckily, no other guests seemed to hear.
“So, what's the deal with this sanctuary? Nom nom.”
She asked while chowing down on the drumstick. I decided to share what I'd heard from the innkeeper.
“Eh... most sanctuaries are pretty standard, but this one's got something unique.”
“Oh? Like what?”
“There's this boulder halfway up the mountain. It's almost perfectly spherical, so they call it a holy relic and made it a sanctuary.”
“A boulder? Weird~”
She finished off the rest of the drumstick.
“...hey, isn't hogging both drumsticks a bit much?”
Even for childhood friends, that crossed a line. How could she?
“Oh. Sorry. It was so good I lost track...”
She offered me the remaining meat. I let her feed it to me just like that.
“...damn, it's good. No wonder you spaced out.”
“Right? So tasty!”
She grinned like an idiot, and I couldn't help but smile too.
“Let's polish off the rest. Want some breast meat?”
“Nah, I'll eat all the breast.”
“Why?”
That was new for her.
She rarely claimed the breast too.
“You only get to eat my breasts.”
She grabbed her own chest, beaming innocently. I just laughed.
A former Saintess pitching herself like this. Was I blessed or cursed?
Either way, life felt pretty happy right now.
“Fine... but can I have most of the rest? Gotta recover my energy.”
“Energy? Why... oh.”
Irene trailed off, then scratched her head with a sheepish grin as it dawned on her.
“I... I've been working you pretty hard, huh...?”
“I'm hanging in there... but can't stop the stamina drain.”
“R... really? Should we cut back...? So you're not too tired...?”
She peeked at me nervously. I sighed, smiled, and reached out to stroke her hair.
“Nah. I love it too. Don't worry about it.”
Truth is, I keep indulging her because I enjoy it. I don't initiate, but if she didn't ask first, I'd probably suggest it sometimes.
Who turns down sex? Young, overflowing with vigor—why refuse? Especially from a busty Saintess with a killer body begging for it?
“R... really?”
“Yeah. So eat up, then let's hit the pilgrimage.”
“Okay...!”
Irene beamed happily.
On the way to the pilgrimage site.
No carriage on the mountain path, so we were hiking up with effort.
“Huff... this is tough...”
The uphill slope put Irene's ass right in my view, up ahead.
Mm. Still a perfect, birthing-hip beauty. Dying to grab it right now.
“Eek?!”
So I did. Squeezed it too. Firm from the muscle work, but still soft as ever.
“W-what the hell?!”
“Eh, just... that huge bread-loaf ass was too tempting.”
Irene turned, then...
“...!”
Shoved her hand down my pants and grabbed my balls, squeezing.
“Feel good all sudden like that? Huh?”
She smirked mischievously, getting revenge. Her words implied 'don't say yes,' but I had to be honest.
“...honestly? Feels great.”
For some reason, her touch got me rock-hard instantly, ready to mate. She stared, dumbfounded.
“...ugh, whatever!”
Mid-mountain, she hiked up her skirt, pulled aside her panties, exposing her pussy. Then fished out my cock.
“...right here?”
“Shut up. You groped my ass and teased me!”
...fair. My bad.
“Plus, you're hard—so your fault. Take responsibility!”
No reason to refuse.
Especially since I started it...
I glanced around and slid into her pussy.
“Ngh...!”
Hot from the hike, muscles working—her pussy clenched tight around me. Just thrust away now...
[Rustle]
“...?!”
Footsteps from behind.
We locked eyes. Both panicking—what now?
“W-what do we do, Maurice? People coming!”
“Why suggest it here of all places...! Gotta hide somewhere...”
Nowhere.
The woods were all steep drop-offs—too risky.
“Just pull out. Next time...”
But Irene clung tight, wrapping her legs around me.
“No way.”
“What?!”
Is this Saintess nuts?!
Her face was dead serious, though.
Thrilled at the risk of getting caught, but dead set on not letting go—her eyes screamed it.
“...carry me like this. Tell people I'm hurt and you're helping me up.”
“You're insane.”
“Dunno. Just... wanna try it. Do it!”
Thrill? Anticipation?
The rush of someone seeing our love?
Fine, I'd go with it.
Cock buried in her pussy, I hugged her close and kept climbing. Not too hard—thanks to my training.
But higher up, her weight made my cock knock her cervix now and then. She'd let out soft moans, hips twitching.
“So... what's wrong, dear?”
A couple appeared—hikers, by the look. They tilted their heads at us.
Irene buried her face in my chest, eyes shut. But breathing heavy, turned on by the situation.
Her pussy clenched harder. I kept going, cock pounding her depths, building to climax.
“Uh... my wife's not feeling well. She wanted to be carried up... haha...”
I played it cool as possible.
Caught her dripping juices on my pants to avoid a trail.
“Ho ho... tough break. Getting sick on the pilgrimage trail... fever?”
“Yeah, seems like... she's burning up.”
Just go... I'm about to cum...!
Irene's breaths grew ragged. Acting? Or just hornier from the thrill?
“Got medicine? I have something for fevers...”
“N-no... ngh! We're good...!”
A deeper thrust nearly made me blow.
The couple eyed us suspiciously.
Just leave... please...
“Hmm... alright. If anything, find us at the sanctuary.”
“Y-yeah...!”
They passed us.
I took one more step up.
And then—
*Spurt spurt spurt*
“Hnn?!”
I came inside her. Irene climaxed too, squirting and gushing all over the ground.
“Hah... hah... Irene?”
“...thrilling, right?”
She looked up, face flushed, smiling.
“...”
“Ow!”
I flicked her nose in annoyance.
“Why?!”
“That was reckless. No more of this.”
I pulled out. Cum leaked from her, but she just plugged it with her panties and fixed her skirt.
“Still... fun sometimes? Before we die.”
“...”
Before we die.
I just nodded.
“Yeah... let's hit the sanctuary.”
We kept climbing.
D-86
Until Irene and Maurice's death.