A Night in the Wilderness
Retinel is a Free City. Despite the name, it isn't just a village where fugitives, wanderers, and riffraff congregate; it is a fairly large city with a thriving commercial sector and a population in the thousands. Because of its developed trade, the roads are relatively well-maintained, and there are plenty of structures and small villages along the way to shelter from the rain or spend the night...
“Looks like we’ll have to camp out tonight.”
That was the reality fifteen years into the future. Whatever had happened in the last decade, the road from the Rystein territory to Retinel had become untouched by human hands—or, to put it simply, it wasn't properly paved anymore. Aside from the paths where carriages, horses, and people traveled, grass had overgrown everything. The fact that it was an unpaved, dirt-filled road hadn't changed.
“The nearest village on this route won't show up until the day after tomorrow.”
“Ugh, then I suppose we have no choice.”
Dusk was slowly settling in. Thinking it best to find a campsite before it got too late, I led the horses slowly as I scouted for a spot.
“Heh, Sir Edward, surely you aren't afraid of camping?”
“Do you think this is my first or second time camping?”
I’ve done it until I was sick of it, so I’m not afraid. I just hate it, even after doing it until I was sick of it. Why on earth would anyone abandon human dignity to sleep on the bare ground when the glorious inventions of beds and pillows exist? Given the situation, I felt glad I hadn't brought Vera along. I didn't like the idea of making Vera suffer in such a shabby environment.
“Hmm, so you’re saying you don't really need the help of Viscountess Winnie Melbourne?”
“I’d just prefer it if you didn't get in the way, let alone help.”
We found a suitable spot and tied the horses to a nearby tree.
“I’m going to go gather some firewood, so just do something useful,” I said, leaving her behind. There was a small forest nearby, so finding wood wasn't difficult. When I returned with a bundle of branches, what met my eyes was, well... a moving pile of cloth?
Only the small feet visible beneath that massive heap of fabric told me it was Winnie and not some strange creature. It seemed that tent, which had been rolled up and strapped behind the saddle, was the culprit. I watched her in silence for a moment, but realizing I’d be waiting until the moon rose if I left her to it, I decided to help.
“I was doing fine on my own, it’s just that this thing is so big!”
That was a hard claim to believe, given how clumsy she looked. After the tent was finally set up, I felt the floor and realized it was lumpy—she hadn't cleared away a single stone. In the end, I had to clear the rocks and move the tent, by which time it was completely dark. At least Winnie knew how to start a fire with that ignition stone from before, so it was a relief we weren't left in total darkness.
“Eat this.”
Winnie stirred something into a pot of boiling water over the fire, then poured it into a cup and handed it to me. It was a salty, savory soup that went well with the dried bread and jerky. We finished our simple meal in silence before Winnie spoke up.
“Don't you think I’ve been pretty helpful?”
“...”
“Thanks to me, we got the fire going easily, and we have a tent! I’ve done my fair share, haven't I!”
“Well, sure. It’s a bit cramped, but at least there’s a roof...”
“Wait, I never said I’d let you use it!”
With that, Winnie scurried into the tent. There was a brief rustling sound, which soon died down.
“Well, if you beg, I might let you in.”
“Ha, forget it.”
I immediately rejected the offer at the voice coming from inside the tent.
“Are you really not going to use it?” Winnie asked, poking her head back out.
“I even have an extra pillow.”
I couldn't resist the pillow. Pretending I had no choice, I lifted the tent flap and went inside. I pulled back the curtain that separated the inside from the outside, but what I saw was nothing but a lewd-looking Winnie.
The soft glow of the campfire drifted in from outside. Perhaps it was out of shyness, but Winnie’s skin, which was usually a clear white, was flushed red, reflecting the light. She was dressed in nothing but her undergarments, as if to seduce me. The combination of a modest chest wrap and panties that were little more than strings, meant to emphasize her lower body, was enough to fix my gaze on her lewd hips and hip bones.
Perhaps noticing my stare, Winnie, who had instinctively tried to cover herself, instead thrust her waist forward with confidence. The posture, showing off the mound below her navel as if to boast of her womb, was incredibly obscene. I could feel my cock, well-adjusted inside my trousers, rising. It felt as if it were struggling to break free from the space it shared with my legs, growing larger by the second.
It was an outfit that was arousing just to look at, but today... I didn't want to just let it slide. I’d done plenty with Vera yesterday, so I could hold back, and being seduced into it here felt like I was being played by Winnie. Besides, Winnie was being a bit cheeky today. I wasn't her subordinate, and I couldn't keep indulging her every whim.
I brushed past Winnie, lay down on the spot right next to her, and turned away.
“I-I’m only wearing my underwear, what are you doing coming in here?”
“Ah, sorry. But at this point, what does it matter if you’re just in your underwear?”
Perhaps because the reaction was less than she expected, I could feel Winnie fidgeting behind my back.
“D-do you want me to help you get off like usual?”
“I’m a bit tired today... do you really want to do that?”
My cock, oblivious to the situation, was standing tall as if to say it wasn't tired at all. Winnie hadn't done it in a while either, and she seemed desperate.
“No, it’s not that I want to... it’s just that I’m trying to act like a normal woman. So, I’m saying we should do it.”
I wanted to tease her more, but unlike usual, there was nowhere to run after teasing her. Since we had to spend the night in the same tent, I decided to give in at this point. As soon as I gave the word, Winnie buried her head between my legs. Before I knew it, my trousers and underwear were completely gone. I was glad I’d laid my coat down on the tent floor.
“*Slurp, slurp.*”
She climbed entirely on top of me, focused on sucking my cock. Since I hadn't used her pussy for nearly a week, her body seemed parched, and her panties were already soaked. As she knelt with her hips toward me to suck my cock, she was entirely hidden by her large buttocks, leaving only her panties and ass in my view.
Poke, poke. When I jabbed my finger through the scrap of cloth covering her pussy, she rubbed against my finger as if it felt good. I grabbed the knots tied at her hips and pulled, and the panties fell away. Even then, they didn't drop immediately, as if caught on her buttocks, but when I pulled at the fabric wedged between her firm cheeks, the panties finally came off, trailing a string of nectar.
The erotic, sour scent unique to a woman seemed to envelop me. I could see the tightly closed crack, having known no one but me. Since my cock had been inside before, two fingers shouldn't be a problem, right? When I pressed my index and middle fingers together and thrust them into her already slick, wet pussy, Winnie tightened and recoiled. It wasn't just her pussy; her whole body tensed, and she even stopped her oral service.
“Don't stop, keep going.”
“...*Slurp, lick.*”
“You said you’d help me get off. Hurry up and do it.”
“B-but Auntie Vera doesn't do things like this, does she?”
“...How could I ever make her do something like this?”
Vera’s red lips bit down on my cock, and she moved her head vigorously to suck. At the sight of her face looking up at me, eyes upturned in service, I couldn't hold back the urge to ejaculate and pressed down on her neck, spewing my seed... The mere thought made my cock even harder. The tip of my enlarged glans poked Winnie’s cheek.
Winnie muttered in a small, dissatisfied voice.
“...Does it get even bigger just from you thinking about it...?”
“By the way, why did Countess Monica stop Vera from coming?”
“...Even if she wasn't certain, she must have sensed a strange atmosphere. Or maybe she was worried about an affair.”
“On the surface, she said it was because Vera was tired. But if she was worried about an affair, why did she give you permission?”
“That’s because she knows I don't really like men. It depends on how you’ve behaved in the past.”
I didn't think that was the issue at all.
“Did you badmouth me in front of Monica?”
“...”
Winnie slowly took my cock back into her mouth. She really couldn't lie to save her life. Feeling resentful, I moved Winnie’s head as if masturbating, and finished quickly. Even though a large amount came out because the foreplay had lasted so long, she kept her mouth shut and took it all.
Gulp-
“Do me too...”
If that’s what she wanted, I shouldn't have let myself finish first. After smacking her wet, gaping pussy right in front of me, I lifted Winnie and laid her straight down beside me. Winnie shouted as if she felt wronged.
“I-I was just trying not to get caught! I was worried she might suspect something!”
“I know.”
But badmouthing me behind my back—that didn't change how annoying it was. I had intended to give her what she wanted today, but not anymore. There’s nothing more for today.