Siron’s Side Room
Lick, lick. A warm, slippery sensation tickled my nape. Nngh. Ahh nngh. Then something sharp pricked me like a needle, making my neck sting.
“……?”
“Lick, lick.”
I woke up feeling refreshed, as if I'd slept a full half-day, my mind clear as day. Right away, an adorable sound tickled my ear, and my nape started itching again. I turned my head slightly, and there was Siron's crown of red hair, plastered right against me, licking my neck like a puppy.
The moment I shifted, Siron, who'd been lapping at my neck, slyly lifted her head to peer up at me.
“……What. Why.”
“Nah, you didn't say anything.”
Siron flushed pink across her cheeks and ducked her head again. Then, like nothing happened, she tried to slip out of my arms. I quickly grabbed her waist and yanked her onto my stomach. In an instant, she was straddling me.
I savored the firm yet soft pressure of her breasts against me while sliding the hand on her waist down to knead her plump ass.
“Eut, hng….”
Siron let out a lewd moan and buried her face in my nape. Her hot, moist breath hit me, stirring a naughty tingle.
“Eek……!! S-stop that and get up!!”
“Uwack!!”
Whether to hide her embarrassment or not, Siron yelled and pushed herself up anyway. In the process, her thighs clamped down on my waist hard. No joke, I thought my ribs were gonna shatter.
“S-sorry.”
“…….”
Realizing she'd failed to control her strength again, Siron froze atop me, not knowing what to do. I quietly pursed my lips.
“…….”
“C'mon.”
The blush spread from her cheeks across her whole face. Siron fidgeted with her lips before collapsing into my arms like she was melting, pressing hers to mine.
“……There.”
“Yeah.”
I patted Siron's embarrassed yet obedient ass and slowly sat up. Naturally, she ended up sitting between my legs. I slipped my hands under her armpits, scooping her up princess-style, and gazed at the window frame. Orange sunset glow was seeping in.
“We’re already here?”
“Nah…. No idea what’s up, but they said they’re running a bit late. Eat dinner first if you’re hungry.”
“Aha. So that’s why you woke me for dinner?”
“……You can’t handle being hungry.”
Siron averted her eyes as she answered. Sure, I notoriously suck at dealing with hunger, but I wasn't starving right now. And Siron wouldn't wake me just for that anyway—she knows I pop awake like a ghost when I'm famished, so no need.
I rubbed my cheek against Siron's trembling one as she turned away.
“That really why you woke me?”
“Eugh, eeeut….”
Damn, heat poured off the cheek I was nuzzling. Where'd that fierce vibe from earlier go? She’d turned into this cute girl. Of course, I’m the culprit.
While I was hugging Siron tight and rubbing against her for a good while, someone knocked. A maid's voice I recognized but whose name I didn't know.
—Are you awake?
Still holding Siron, I replied.
“Yeah. Wide awake.”
—There's new word from them. They’ll arrive not too late, and they’d like you to join a small banquet for the knights and soldiers.
“Ah, yep. Got it.”
—And Lady Lenia asked to please share a celebratory drink with Viscount’s soldiers too.
“Wat—”
“Hey!”
Not a big deal, so I was gonna say sure real quick, but Siron lifted her head and glared.
“Don’t.”
“……Why?”
“I said don’t. What are you, a bar wench? Handing out drinks like an idiot. Just don’t.”
Siron growled, flashing her sharp fangs. If I said yes here, she'd chomp my nape to bits right now. Well, probably just a light nibble in reality.
I pondered a sec, then stamped a kiss on her forehead.
“We’ll do it.”
“Hey……!!”
While soothing her outburst…
—I’ll relay that.
The maid quietly left. I quickly spoke to Siron, who was glaring daggers.
“C’mon, we fought tooth and nail together. Feels off if some get it and others don’t. Better part on good terms to the end, right?”
“Right my ass….”
Siron pouted and turned away. At least she got it, though she still looked grumpy.
“Hey, Siron.”
“……What.”
Pouting or not, she answers if I ask.
“Big territorial battle like this, don’t civilians usually throw flowers and cheer for returning soldiers?”
“You mean a victory parade?”
“Yeah, that.”
“Owner wants it, they prep it. Otherwise, quietly take the claps from roadside chicks and head back.”
“……Oh.”
Got it. I figured victorious troops got fanfare, but it's up to the commander. I asked ‘cause if there was a welcome, I planned to hit the streets for Kernax. But the maid didn't mention it, so probably no need.
“Wonder if Giena’s okay, though.”
“Why worry about the bitch who slammed a guy into a wall?”
“Ahem. C’mon, no need to say it like that.”
Siron narrowed her eyes at me. I guiltily rolled mine away. My cheek stung.
“Hmph…….”
The sting faded. I rolled my eyes back to Siron. She'd turned, resting her head on my chest. I wanted to hug her and roll around sticky on the bed, but tonight was Kernax’s, so no dice. Still, couldn't leave Siron unsated.
I wriggled the hand hugging her, slipping it quick into her pants.
“Wha—what?!”
Siron jolted in surprise, but only for a sec.
“Eut, hngt… S-suddenly what….”
“Nah. You’ll be alone tonight, so you’ll get lonely.”
“Ha?! What bullshit… Hng, haang…….”
Her soft panties grew slick against my fingers. I naturally tugged her pants off, shoved the panties aside, and plunged into her dripping pussy.
“So. I’ll make sure you sleep sound without me.”
“Ha-ut, wai… no, eek, hngaa!!”
The side room echoed with Siron’s desperate moans for a good while.
**
“This way.”
Sunset long gone, evening deep. Me, Siron, and Giena followed the maid. Kernax was back at the castle. While sending Siron off properly from her room, noise outside—I peeked and spotted Kernax’s group below the window. Meant to head out, but saw Siron panting on the bed, so waited till she caught her breath, hopped back on. Then the maid knocked, said Kernax and troops returned, wait in room till banquet ready.
So I sweetly changed Siron’s panties, waited for the call, and now heading to the castle’s rear where the banquet’s set.
Expensive magic lanterns instead of torches lit the path bright. Paved stone, not dirt—super comfy walk.
Then the leading maid slowed, stepped aside.
“Smith.”
Kernax stood there, helmet off, soft smile. She approached, gently took my left hand—not interlocked with Siron’s. Still armored, so cool iron, not her warm softness.
“Just round that corner to the banquet.”
Holding my hand, Kernax walked slow; I naturally fell beside her. Siron, gripping my other, tagged along. Giena trailed quiet.
Before turning, I asked Kernax.
“No injuries?”
“Mm. Armor’s still on, hard to tell. Check me thoroughly later, Smith?”
“Ugh… look at her, horny the second she’s back.”
Siron tsked, but Kernax ignored, just held my hand and walked. Corner turned.
“Whoa…….”
I marveled. Round tables laden with food and booze behind single seats. Soldiers in armor stood around.
“You’re here.”
As we reached empty seats with Kernax, Lenia—second daughter—approached smiling.
“Sit first.”
“……Pardon?”
She pointed to the lone chair. Sit there? For real?
“You’ll toil for the soldiers; this courtesy’s natural.”
“…Uh, sure.”
Seemed legit, so I sat. Now I saw the soldiers proper. All looked drowned-rat wet, hair dripping. Some had water beading from armor gaps or hems.
As I leaned to ask Kernax, Lenia spoke from opposite.
“No long speeches. Your courage and sacrifice won today. Thanks to those who fell first too.”
Lenia closed eyes; soldiers did too, gazing our way. I followed suit.
“Drink and revel for the fallen—that’s survivors’ best comfort. Drink, revel. Dismissed.”
—Yes!!
Soldiers roared, grabbed food from tables. Quiet turned rowdy quick.
“Smith siiir!!”
Blank on what to do, a voice called. I turned—Rina, shedding her girly side, dashed with empty wooden cup.
“Damn…!!”
“Didn’t you suck at booze anyway?!”
Behind, soldiers chugging quick followed Rina to me.
“Haaack, haaack… haaaack……!!”
Rina stopped panting hard before me.
“You okay?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Totally fine. Hehe.”
Rina looked up goofy-grinning, offered her cup.
“Booze. Pour!!”
“Ah, yeah. Gotta.”
Now I got the wine bottles lined on table. Not roaming pours—soldiers come empty, get filled here.
I grabbed a bottle for Rina. Problem: cork still in.
“Smith.”
“Yeah? Here.”
Kernax called; I passed it. Pop! She yanked cork easy, handed back. I filled Rina’s decently.
“Thanks!!”
Just poured, and she’s thrilled? Grinning tight-gripped cup to leave, I caught Rina’s hand.
“Eek?!”
Rina yelped, jumped—wine splashed her face and clothes.
“You good?”
“Huh? Oh, y-yeah. T-to-tally.”
Rina glitched like broken bot. Meant just “good job,” but scared her. Felt her hand chill then warm as I gripped.
“Great work. Glad you’re safe.”
“Huh? Oh, y-yeah. Th-thanks. M-me too, s-so glad!!”
Rina snapped straight like private to captain; I chuckled, released. Grabbed bottle to refill.
“Smith. One per soldier.”
“Yeah…?”
Kernax nodded firm, turned to Rina.
“Rina. No complaints?”
“Huh? What? Aw, wine’s gone. Sweet. Ehe, ehehe.”
Rina giggled sudden, scampered off.
“Smith. Grabbing hands scares soldiers—best not.”
“Ah, right? Yeah, won’t.”
“Good.”
Kernax smiled soft, nodded, faced front. Twitch. Imagination? Soldiers’ shoulders all flinched as she lifted head.
Anyway, I poured for the long line, adding “good job” or “glad no hurts.”
About 50 bottles down.
“Wine’s out?”
“Indeed.”
Kernax eyed silent Lenia beside; she nodded slight.
“Wine gone—beer yourselves from now!!”
Regretful groans everywhere. I glanced at Kernax.
“Smith, your kindness touches, but making a man serve over a thousand? Even I, their commander, and Lady Lenia know it’s huge discourtesy. So we told them: 50 bottles only.”
“I see.”
“Yes. First to chug and dash get it—so those missing out dawdled. No need to feel bad.”
Made sense. I nodded. Not tough, but if bosses decide, follow.
“Then let’s move.”
“Huh? No dinner here?”
“We stay, they’re stiff. Step away for their comfort.”
“True.”
Too comfy lately—forgot underlings’ feelings. Gotta reflect later.
For soldiers’ chill dine, I stood quick.
“Excuse us first.”
Lenia rose after light dinner chat.
“I’ll… head out too.”
Giena, opposite since Kernax took my side, stood. Left: waiting maid, me, Siron, Kernax.
Now I asked Kernax what bugged me since serving.
“Soldiers soaked—what happened?”
Kernax chuckled soft.
“Worried you’d hate the smell, they dove in river unasked, scrubbed hard.”
“Oh…….”
Makes sense, but tell Rina next time no need.
Kernax took my hand.
“We rise, they rest. Let’s go.”
“Ah, yeah. Good call.”
I grabbed Siron and Kernax’s hands friendly, stood. We left banquet quiet, climbed stairs.
“…….”
“…….”
Stopped at Siron’s door. Normally soft goodbyes, but words stuck.
“Siron.”
“……What.”
Siron glanced as Kernax called.
“If you’re okay, join us tonight.”
“…….”
Siron shut mouth; I startled inside. Her grip loosened.
“Join what….”
Siron half-in door, glanced back with sly smirk at Kernax, shut it.
“……?”
Kernax tilted head slight, then eyed me.
“Then…. Ahem. To my room.”
Acted casual, tugged my hand. But I saw: red ears peeking golden blonde.
Tonight felt long. Real long.