Just the Two of Us [Erden Fabel] (1)
“Why….”
“That isn’t what matters, though. Well, if I must give you a reason, I suppose it’s for the same reason as you…”
The Saintess tossed the pistol—with its visible bullets—onto the bed as if Julia posed no threat whatsoever. She sat down beside Marei and slowly stroked his cheek.
“Saintess…?”
“Stop calling me that, Julia.”
At Erden’s low, heavily layered voice, Julia unconsciously sealed her lips. She felt as though she were being forbidden from speaking at all, and the sticky, commanding tone left her powerless to resist.
“I came here to be angry, but when I see you sleeping with such a contented face, I feel like the fool… You really are a wicked child. Don’t you agree, Julia?”
“….I suppose I do, a little.”
Erden suddenly whipped her head around and glared at her. The heavy pressure in those green eyes made Julia’s body stiffen on instinct.
“You suppose? Julia? And who are you to suppose anything?”
She couldn’t speak. A colossal monster wearing human skin was staring her down. An existence too hideous to be called a god, too profane to be called holy, had reached out and fixed its gaze upon her. An ominous presence that would shatter an ordinary person’s mind on sight.
Julia tore her eyes away from the hazy something and looked at Erden Fabel.
“……I’m his homeroom teacher.”
Erden’s violet eyes widened. The Saintess was looking at her directly now. For the first time, she was truly seeing the individual named Julia.
The ominous, cursed aura from moments ago had vanished without a trace, as cleanly as if it had never existed.
Erden let out a small, delighted laugh and swept her bangs upward.
“You’ve changed as well, Julia. Yes, then I suppose that answer is acceptable. I acknowledge it. I was rather sensitive today and behaved pettily. Consider this my apology—Julia Pahu.”
The moment the Saintess spoke her full name, Julia Pahu’s body trembled violently. The voice seemed to slip into her heart and shake it from the inside out.
Her frame shuddered, and from her sex—still full of Marei’s seed—a thick, transparent fluid began to spill with an audible squelch.
“You would make an excellent ally.”
“An… ally?”
Yes, an ally. Erden nodded. The sweet scent wafting from her swaying violet hair seemed strong enough to unravel Julia’s sanity.
“I originally planned to use you for a while and then discard you. But your abilities far exceeded my expectations. You may rejoice, Julia. You have been chosen by the Saintess herself.”
It was arrogant. Or perhaps it simply felt natural. Had anyone else spoken those words, Julia would have dismissed them as the ravings of a madwoman. Yet when they came from Erden Fabel, an overwhelming emotion rose in her throat like a chokehold.
It was too unnatural to call it charm. It felt more like the terror of being controlled.
“What do you need me for?”
“It’s because of the filthy rag clinging to our beloved Marei. I cannot pull my hands away from the Papal Court’s affairs, yet that wretched woman secretly drags him off to the duchy. She hands women over to him without my permission. It truly displeases me…”
Duchy? Women? Erden was speaking rapidly, but only fragments reached Julia’s mind. She wanted to bury her face in the Saintess’s pale nape and weep. She wanted to kiss her feet and wash them with fragrant oil. She didn’t know why. She simply felt she must.
“I need to teach her her place. She’s a more troublesome opponent than I expected. As much as I hate to admit it, the dragon blood manifested through atavism can sometimes prove stronger than the original source… Tsk. Well, we can speak of such things later. You appear to be reaching your limit as well, Julia. To think you would endure after I poured so much ‘seduction’ over you—it’s impressive in its own way.”
Julia’s eyes had lost focus. How long could she hold out? Erden had only prodded her with mild curiosity. An ordinary person would have already lost their mind and lunged at her.
Seeing Julia still answer coherently, Erden rose slowly to her feet. The effect had been more than sufficient, and quite useful. Unfortunately, it was wasted on the bitch who was supposed to be its true target.
“In any case, I came today for Marei. Next time I shall visit with the intention of having a proper conversation. Honorable Julia. I believe we will have much to discuss. I was anxious because of that thieving cat, but if you help me, we may be able to arrange the board quite favorably.”
Erden lightly brushed her side hair behind her ear. An irresistibly sweet fragrance bloomed, and Julia—her body trembling strangely with arousal—forced her gaze away.
“And… this belongs to me.”
“S-Saintess…? Hngh—!”
Erden seized Julia’s face as the woman hugged herself, desperately trying to restrain her own rebellious flesh, and pressed their lips together.
“Mmph… W-what are you—mmph…”
“Sluuuuurp… Don’t resist. Open for me. Marei’s semen is mine. Slurp.”
At the sudden kiss from the Saintess, Julia froze, unable to pull away or push back, and simply accepted it. The heat filling the room and the thick night-bloom scent that seemed capable of melting Erden’s body made her begin sucking the semen that clung to the inside of Julia’s mouth.
“S-Saintess… Uhhng… Haa… P-please stop…”
“Shh. Just a little longer.”
She had already scraped every drop from the roof of her mouth and the insides of her cheeks, yet Erden’s tongue continued, sweeping into every crevice of her gums. Julia twitched and shuddered through cheap little orgasms, and even Erden felt a flicker of disgust—yet she did not withdraw her lips.
Just a little. Yes, just a tiny bit more. She would give a reward to Julia, who would guide Marei onto the proper path in her stead.
Her mind felt strangely scrambled. The thought of ravaging the very mouth that had so greedily sucked Marei’s penis filled her with an odd pleasure.
Watching Julia yield completely to her touch, Erden tilted the woman’s head and drove her tongue even deeper.
It was strange. As she ravaged her tongue and tasted the inside of Julia’s mouth, Erden could not stop. It was strange. Yes, her head must be broken. She was supposed to take Marei away immediately and spend a delightful weekend with him. Every second mattered—yet she could not stop her tongue.
Sluuurp… Slurp… Chup… Slurp…
As if recreating her kisses with Marei, Erden plunged deep and thoroughly violated the inside of Julia’s mouth. Perhaps it felt like serving him. Or perhaps it was the satisfaction of taking proper revenge on Labella, who had once engraved such humiliation upon her. Or maybe it was simply the sexual heat that had suddenly flared in this room saturated with thick night-bloom scent.
As easily as it had ignited, the fire in Erden’s chest subsided just as quickly. The moment she realized what she was doing, the ferocious kiss that seemed it would never end finally broke.
When Erden’s lips parted, Julia instinctively reached for her.
“Aah… More…”
“Enough. You want more?”
Julia began to nod at the Saintess’s voice, but her eyes regained focus. She breathed roughly and shook her head.
“I could continue if that is what Julia desires.”
The voice seemed to melt her ears. Julia bit her lip hard. It felt as though she should drop to her knees and beg at once. Not because she wanted to—but because she had to.
In that bizarre mood, she dug her nails into her own flesh, struggling to regain her senses.
“Think carefully. If Julia helps me even a little… No, if you help me a great deal, I could kiss you every single day. Together with Marei—the three of us. Of course, the Master would be me.”
“Please stop.”
Julia covered her eyes with one hand, curling her body tightly as she suffered.
“If you do many pretty things for me, I’ll kiss you. I’ll let you touch my body. You were staring so intently at my pure white skin. Don’t you want to touch it? Don’t you want to kiss it?”
“Stop… stop… stooop…”
Erden silenced Julia’s rising cry with her lips once more.
“How strong you are. Unlike your weak uncle. Well done, Julia.”
Erden lifted Julia’s chin and placed a light kiss on her forehead. Though it was only a gentle act of affection, tears began pouring endlessly from Julia’s eyes.
“I will be taking Marei with me. After all, I know you will realize I am keeping Labella de Pawen as well. So do not worry.”
Carefully wrapping the boy in the sheets that had been crumpled during their passionate union, Erden lifted him with a soft “Up we go~!”
“Until next time, Julia.”
With a light wink, Erden and Marei vanished like a mirage. Julia’s body collapsed onto the bed as though her strings had been cut.
What had just happened? She could not comprehend it. An event that had lasted mere minutes felt as if it had stolen her soul.
Once the Saintess—who had tried to seduce her—disappeared, the tension drained away. Her body, now burning with heat, was so lost that she did not even realize her fingers were already sliding toward her sex, where Marei’s semen continued to gurgle out.
“How long do you plan to sleep?”
A familiar voice was waking Marei. The young boy, tickled by the pleasant sweet scent at the tip of his nose, didn’t even have time to complain. He opened his eyes at once and stared blankly at the ceiling.
It was far too unfamiliar. There was even the rich aroma of coffee. Snapping awake, he sat up. In a room flooded with morning sunlight, Erden stood smiling brightly while holding a small tray.
Steam rose from the coffee on the tray. Erden was sitting astride near Marei’s legs.
“Erden noona?”
“Peekaboo~! Surprised?”
The young boy could only nod, unable to form a proper reply. When he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar place—and Erden was there. That alone was startling, but what truly shocked Marei was that she wore nothing but an apron.
Nothing but an apron. Behind it lay only pure white skin, free of the dense kiss marks and bite marks he had left on her alongside Labella last time.
With the slightest movement, her pitifully full breasts—barely contained by the apron—threatened to spill out. The fabric could not fully cover them; the edges of her areolas were already peeking into view.
I want to squeeze the Saintess’s breasts in that lewd outfit until she sprays milk and bursts into tears.
“What are you thinking about, Marei?”
“Ah, no… it’s just…”
What had he been thinking just now? Marei jumped at the voice muttering inside his own head. Even though Erden was openly seducing him, a strange hesitation kept him from pushing her down.
Besides, he had fallen asleep buried inside Julia’s sex—yet when he woke, he was in an unfamiliar room with a different woman.
“Your clothes were dirty, so I’m washing them. Do you like coffee? Hm?”
“Ah… a little.”
“Shall I add milk?”
His rigidly erect penis screamed at him to pounce on her at once, yet Erden’s gentle inquiry left him unable to act boldly. He nodded slowly.
Erden gave a small laugh, set the coffee on the table, and gently tugged down the overworked apron, tucking the fabric between her deep cleavage.
“I didn’t bring any milk… Will this do?”
When she slowly rubbed her pink nipples with her own hands, beads of breast milk began to form. The young boy, overflowing with lust, could no longer endure. He lunged at Erden.
“Aang~! I don’t like it rough~. If you squeeze so hard… Uhhut…!”
Marei, who had charged as if to knock her over, was now behind her. With one hand he supported a breast far too large for a single palm to hold and squeezed, milking her as though drawing out every drop.
“Auung… If you’re rough… it hurts, you know… Kruut…”
Whether he wanted milk for his coffee or simply wished to punish the lewdly seductive Saintess, Marei kneaded Erden’s breasts and aimed the streams of her milk toward the tray on the table.
Sluuuuurp—! Sluuuuurp…!
When he tugged and pushed her right breast, her body arched like a bow against her will. She stood on tiptoe, trembling, her pure white skin quivering.
The moment the staggering Saintess leaned against the boy again, he seized the opposite breast, pulled, and squeezed out more milk.
“Ahaaht…! You’re too much… Huut…!”
Unable to stand properly, Erden kept rising onto her toes and dropping back down as if jumping in place. Even under the young boy’s merciless caresses she could not contain her excitement. Her legs trembled as she squirted thick, sticky honey from her lower lips—nothing compared to the breast milk spraying from her chest.
Squirt! Squirt! Sluuurp!
Even as the beauty taller than himself staggered helplessly, Marei’s strength in this moment was astonishingly overwhelming. He handled her bucking body with ease while wringing out plenty of milk for the coffee.
Of course, because he was milking her from a distance, much of it splattered across the floor and tray. It took quite some time before he obtained as much as he desired.
“M-my breasts… haa… feel like they’re going to fall off… You really are too much…”
“S-sorry…. But… noona… here too…”
Though he apologized, when Marei presented his cock—dripping with precum—Erden bit her lip hard.
She had planned to torment him all day and enjoy their bodies to the fullest, yet seeing him move with such skill in handling women left her momentarily distracted.
“Auuu… N-no… If you suck them now… A-aahht… Uung…. They’ve been squeezed so much… I’m s-sensitive… Auuht…!”
As though focused solely on his task, Marei said nothing. He buried his face in Erden’s voluptuous chest, took the pink tips—now red and swollen from being squeezed—into his mouth, and began sucking hard.