My Childhood Friend Got Way Too Horny
The silence stretched between us.
The silence stretched between us.
“Ugh, do you have any idea how many complaints we got yesterday?! I understand that young people in love can’t help themselves, but the other guests who were trying to sleep were seriously disturbed!”
The innkeeper tore into us. And she didn’t hold back.
“I can’t let you stay another night, so get out right now!”
We had only planned to stay one night anyway, but we’d been scolded so thoroughly that we were officially banned from the premises. She’d even stormed into our room that morning to lecture us, and after seeing the wrecked bedding and the filthy, stained sheets, she demanded extra payment on top of everything.
Standing in front of the furious innkeeper, we had no choice but to pay up and slink out without even getting breakfast.
The other guests watched us leave, whispering things like, “That’s the couple from last night,” “Isn’t that woman the former Saintess?” and “That guy was really something…” They were openly discussing our wild night. The embarrassment burned so hot that we avoided their eyes and practically fled outside.
In the end, we climbed back onto the carriage bound for the exile lands.
We sat across from each other in the wagon, unable to even look at one another.
No matter how lost in lust we’d been, the memories of last night were so intense that shame made it impossible to meet each other’s gaze.
How had things reached the point where two childhood friends ended up in a physical relationship? And not just any relationship—we’d gone completely wild, doing and saying every filthy thing imaginable.
Was that really okay…? Had I been too rough with her last night? Or maybe…
“…Maurice.”
“Y-yeah?”
Irene’s voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. I hadn’t expected her to speak first. Especially not while tugging on my arm.
She seemed just as awkward about starting the conversation. Her head was bowed shyly, and she couldn’t bring herself to continue.
Huh.
What’s with her?
It’s cute as hell.
She used to be so bold and straightforward with me. But ever since yesterday, it feels like her entire personality has changed. Is it because of that damn curse making her feel guilty? Or is it because we had sex…?
Damn it. Seeing this new side of my childhood friend—right on the heels of last night—gets me excited all over again. I have no idea how I’m supposed to treat her now. Should I keep acting like we’re just childhood friends? Keep up the same casual banter like, “Hey, did you jerk off today?”
Yeah, no. That’s definitely not something you say to a girl.
Wait… did I just call her a girl? Am I really seeing her as a woman now? Shit. The memories from yesterday are too vivid. I don’t think I can go back to treating her the same way. Calling her just a friend feels wrong, but treating her like a lover feels equally awkward. It’s like we’ve fallen into some vague in-between.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
“Maurice…!”
“Uh, y-yeah? What’s up?”
Lost in thought again, I was just gripping the reins when Irene snapped me back to reality. She looked at me, then grabbed my arm and rested her head on my shoulder.
“…”
After a long silence and a soft sigh, she finally spoke.
“What do you think about what happened yesterday?”
What the hell is she asking?
Out of nowhere, she wants to know what I think about yesterday. About how we both lost our minds—her riding on top of me, moaning and bucking her hips, while I went into full rut and pounded her with a mating press like I was determined to get her pregnant…
Just remembering it made my head spin. I shook it hard. It felt like a fever dream. Did we really have sex? The two of us, who’d been nothing but friends for twenty years? All because we’re going to die in a hundred days anyway?
“Maurice… why are you so tense?”
“I-I can’t help it. You suddenly ask me what I think about yesterday like that…”
“Haa…”
Irene gave a mysterious smile. It looked happy and disappointed at the same time, a complicated mix of emotions.
“To be honest, I loved it.”
At the word “loved,” I jerked the reins so hard the horse whinnied and came to a stop.
“It was such an intense experience that I don’t regret giving you my virginity…”
“…I-I see.”
“What about you?”
Her fingers traced slow circles on my thigh, clearly demanding an answer. But after the memories of last night, hearing her say she loved it while she touched my leg made me harden instantly.
“Did you like it?”
“Y-yeah. I did.”
I couldn’t lie. It had been an overwhelming experience for me too. The moment I buried myself inside Irene, it felt like I’d finally found the purpose of my life. All the primal breeding instincts I’d kept buried came roaring back, screaming at me to enjoy this moment completely and thrust into the woman in front of me hard enough to guarantee pregnancy.
“How much?”
Now she was stroking my thigh with her palm, teasing me. She looked delighted as she stared at my cock, which had swollen to its full size.
“…It was the best experience of my life.”
“If we died like this, would you be satisfied?”
Something I’d briefly forgotten came rushing back.
That’s right. We’re going to die soon. A hundred days… no, it’s probably down to ninety-nine now. Was it so good that we’d die before even using up that time? If so…
“…No. Honestly, I want to do a lot more.”
No. I wanted more. I wanted to pour out every last drop of my instincts and desires. I wanted to keep breeding for however many days we had left. The knowledge that we were going to die soon only made the urge to reproduce burn even hotter.
Maybe that’s why my cock had grown so hard it was threatening to burst through my clothes. Irene saw it, leaned down, and pressed her face against my pants.
“Hey, what are you—!”
“Didn’t I tell you? For the next hundred days… you can do whatever you want to me.”
She slid her hand over my pants, then pulled my cock free and exposed it completely.
“And during those hundred days… I’m your personal toy. Look how hard you are…”
Irene smiled and blew gently on my throbbing length. The swollen shaft twitched at the cool breath, and a bead of precum leaked from the tip.
“You should take care of it, don’t you think?”
With an ecstatic expression, Irene took my cock into her mouth.
“Hurry up and use me… ♡”
The moment she said “use me,” the last thread of my reason snapped.
I thrust my cock straight into her mouth, grabbed the back of her head, and started pistoning up and down.
“Yeah, I’ll use you however I want. Is it okay if I just fuck your mouth like a toy?”
“Mmph… mmph…”
The blissful smile on her face told me it was a yes. With one hand still holding the reins, I used Irene’s mouth to masturbate inside the swaying carriage.
-Slurp, slurp, slurp.
I was using the Saintess’s mouth.
The same mouth that used to sing hymns, bestow blessings, and offer comfort to people—I had turned it into a personal cocksleeve. I had reshaped it into a mouth that existed only to suck my cock. A mouth that now made wet, obscene sounds while servicing me.
That feeling of blasphemy hit me every single time, and it felt incredible.
In the distance, a farmer was working his fields. He had no idea what we were doing. He was completely focused on his work. Hey, farmer. Can you see this? The Saintess who once blessed you is sucking my cock right now. What do you think about that?
I wanted to shout it, but I held back for Irene’s sake.
“Mmph! Mmmph!”
“That’s it. Use your tongue more. Suck harder.”
Irene let out frustrated little moans, but I didn’t care. She was the one who wanted to be used like a toy. She was the one who wanted to be my personal masturbation aid.
She was licking every inch of my cock while I forced her head up and down. No matter how roughly I moved her, she matched the rhythm, swirling her tongue, licking, sucking, and stimulating every sensitive spot.
She was clearly enjoying it.
“Mmph! Mmmph!”
Her mouth made muffled complaints, but there was no doubt. Just to be sure, I reached down and touched her pussy—it was soaked. Her body was proving just how much she liked this.
So I gripped the back of her neck even tighter and moved her faster, more violently. It felt so soft. So this was the inside of a mouth. Her saliva acted like lube, letting me slide smoothly, while her tongue danced everywhere, making it almost impossible to hold back the pleasure. And those throat folds that felt just like a pussy kept rubbing against my glans, driving me wild.
“Ahh… it’s coming…”
The urge to cum was rising fast. I was about to explode.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth, so swallow every drop.”
“Mmph, mmph?”
“Yeah. You like my cum, don’t you? You were licking it up happily last night.”
“Mmph…”
I took that as a yes. As the climax peaked, I shoved her head down until her nose pressed against my groin.
“Ahh… I’m cumming…”
I came hard.
-Spurt, spurt, spuuurt…
The long, thick ropes of semen poured straight down Irene’s throat. She couldn’t even gulp audibly—she could only take it as it flooded down her gullet.
“Haaah—!”
When the long ejaculation finally ended and I released her neck, Irene pulled back gasping, staring up at me with teary eyes.
“What?”
What do you want me to say? You’re the one who asked for it. That’s what I wanted to tell her. But the mood wasn’t right for that.
Irene didn’t look angry at all.
“Ahh… my pussy… my pussy got so wet…”
Instead, as if my rough treatment had turned her on even more, she lifted her clothes with her mouth, spread her legs wide, and showed me the strings of nectar dripping from her soaked folds.
It was dripping so heavily it was forming a puddle on the carriage floor. She slid her fingers into her glistening pussy.
“Huuuung…”
Her hips bucked from just that brief touch. Then she pressed her dripping pussy against my thigh, wrapped her hand around my cock, and looked at me with desperate eyes.
“Can’t you… take care of this for me?”
With that needy gaze fixed on me, I had no choice but to stop the carriage.