Honeymoon, Travel (5)
I woke up with a start this morning. Even though we’d slept outdoors, the tent had kept the usual stiffness of sleeping on the ground at bay. Winnie, who was riding beside me, also looked… Did she not sleep well? It didn’t seem like a matter of the bedding, but rather a matter of sexual frustration. I’d finished once last night, but Winnie had only gotten a taste of my fingers before it was over. It looked as though exhaustion and unfulfilled desire were hanging heavily under those hollow eyes.
"Yaaawn… Why do you need so little sleep…"
"We spent so much time setting up camp that our travel time was cut short. I have to cut back on sleep to keep to the schedule."
We’d covered less distance on the first day than I’d anticipated. I didn’t know our exact location since there were no buildings or villages to use as landmarks, but given the short travel time, that was likely the reason.
"…We’re doing all this to make a living, so let me get some sleep."
"Sleep on the horse, then."
"You want me to fall off and die?"
Some of the Barbarians actually did that, I’d heard. I couldn’t bring myself to copy them, though.
As we rode on in that exhausted state, Winnie kept nodding off, drifting away from the path. I was worried she’d actually fall off and get hurt. Normally, I would’ve teased her, asking what she’d been up to at night to be as weak as a drugged chick, but knowing I was the cause made me feel unnecessarily guilty.
No, wait. She could have just not insulted me in the first place.
Or she could have just not gotten caught. It was Winnie who kicked away the opportunity. I had been willing to oblige. Still, seeing her sway like that, I was afraid she’d really tumble, so I tried to support her and eventually brought the horses to a stop.
"Are you that sleepy?"
"Sorry…"
"Sigh… take your feet out."
Winnie obediently slipped her feet out of the stirrups. I dismounted, pulled her body close, and lifted her up. Her feet, dangling in the air with nothing to stand on, seemed to shake the sleep out of her; she looked down at me with a flushed face.
"It’s dangerous to ride like that while nodding off."
I draped her over the horse, much like hanging laundry. I’d used this method often when transporting unconscious wounded soldiers on the battlefield. Some of them had their wounds aggravated by the horse’s swaying, but Winnie wasn’t injured, so that shouldn’t be a problem.
"W-what is this?"
"Stay still. I’m going to tie you down so you don’t fall."
"No! Don't!"
Seeing her struggle to avoid being tied to the horse, it seemed her sleepiness had vanished completely. Once she finally touched the ground, Winnie gasped for air.
The position she’d been in had given me a great view of her backside, which I’d enjoyed. Beneath her very short shorts, which barely covered her bottom, black stockings with a strange sheen hugged her thighs. Because of those stockings, the bare skin of her legs—uncovered by underwear or shorts—looked even more emphasized.
"I’ll wake myself up, so just wait a moment."
"Where are you going?"
"I’m going to see if there are any useful herbs around here."
To my eyes, they all just looked like common weeds scattered along the roadside. The kind of grass the horses were chewing on while they rested. Winnie disappeared into the woods for a moment and returned, chewing on a few blades of grass. She was grimacing intensely, likely because of the bitter taste.
"What is that?"
"It’s a type of herb. It has an awakening effect to chase away sleep…"
"Really? Give me one, too."
"You get this."
What Winnie held out was a root. It was covered in dirt, so I held it and shook it off.
"Why is mine different?"
"…What I’m eating is good for women. It has some side effects for men… want to test it?"
"No, I’m fine."
I bit the tip of the root. I expected it to be bitter, but it had a surprisingly refreshing, sweet taste. It was perfect for snacking on, one stem at a time. I looked at Winnie, who was staring at me as if expecting me to struggle with it, and spoke calmly.
"Are there any more?"
"That’s the only root I found for now. I’ll dig up more if I see them on the way."
"So, what is this good for?"
"That one also keeps you from falling asleep. …And it gives you a burst of energy? It shouldn’t have anything bad for your body in it… probably?"
Her trailing off made me a little uneasy, but the taste wasn’t bad, so I kept eating. She’d said it wasn’t bad for me, and Winnie was definitely a woman I could trust when it came to medicinal herbs.
We traveled all day, but we didn’t reach the village Winnie had mentioned.
"Looks like we’re camping again today…"
"That’s because we spent more time picking things than we did moving."
"Hey, did I do that for my own benefit? You were the one who ate it happily when I gave it to you."
I don’t know how she was so good at finding them—all I saw was grass, but Winnie managed to find and dig up herbs in the middle of it. I’d been about to tell her to stop, but after hearing the price they fetched in the city, I’d lent a hand. That money could have covered my salary… though I just got scolded for potentially bruising the herbs.
"I told you we could go fast if you were in such a hurry. I said we could do this on the way back."
"No, it doesn’t change anything whether we get there fast or slow."
"…I think it might?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Anyway, hurry up and set up the tent. I’ll go gather firewood today."
Embarrassed by her failure to set up the tent, Winnie was making me do it today. Well, with her small frame, such labor was bound to be difficult. Once I’d set up the tent and prepared a spot for the fire, Winnie returned with some branches. Click, click. Winnie lit the fire in an instant with a spark stone. We boiled water and took out some dried bread and jerky for dinner.
The moon, slightly more tilted than yesterday, rose in the east. As I sat blankly, thinking about what to do in Retinel, Winnie spoke up.
"You set up the tent well."
"…I suppose so."
I thought she was talking about the tent, but Winnie’s gaze wasn’t on the tent—it was on me. Specifically, on my pants… on my cock.
Why is it so big?
It felt like it had grown twice its usual size. It wasn’t actually that big, but my cock was so fiercely erect that it was literally pitching a tent in my trousers, impossible to hide even while sitting down. Was there something strange mixed in with what I’d eaten earlier?
"Should I… help you get one off today, too?"
I feel this every time, but Winnie’s lips are particularly erotic. It’s erotic how she moves them while saying lewd things. Even though they weren’t deeply colored, they seemed to hide in shyness, barely visible. Yet, whenever she sucked my cock, they would emerge properly, tightening around the shaft as if to assert that she was there.
"Hehehe…"
Seeing that smile, I realized it for sure. Winnie was a highly skilled alchemist and quite knowledgeable about herbs. It wasn’t that some strange grass had been mixed in or that there were unexpected side effects; Winnie had been aiming for this from the start. Everything she’d fed me—fatigue recovery, vitality boosters, stimulants… they were effective for clearing exhaustion and waking me up, but they were just as good for my stamina.
"Do it…?"
"If you mean with your mouth…"
"Well… I don’t think it’s going to end with just your mouth?"
Even as she said that, Winnie knelt before me. Seeing her always whine but still perform oral service, she clearly loved the taste of my cock.
I took off the hat that was covering her face and guided my cock, which felt thicker than usual, into her mouth. Her jaw was going to be sore tomorrow morning. Winnie’s small head bobbed back and forth. I hadn’t paid much attention before, but her hair, braided on both sides, looked like handles. I grabbed them unconsciously. I didn’t pull, as that would hurt, but I held her hair in my hands. I made a loop with my index finger and thumb, not applying force, just enjoying Winnie’s service. I simply rested my hands on top of her head as if stroking her.
Whether it was because she’d had it yesterday and today, she seemed to find it delicious, sucking away diligently. My cock, already swollen to the point of bursting, was on the verge of ejaculation. I’d only been holding back because I wanted to enjoy this a little longer. Winnie looked up as if to check my expression, then bit down on my cock slightly with her teeth.
"Ugh!"
My cock, sensitive to the limit, was startled by the unexpected pain. Usually, I would have recoiled at the sharp sting, but unlike usual, my cock seemed intoxicated and lashed out. Winnie’s mouth became a cup, catching all of that white, hot anger I spewed out. She couldn’t catch it all, and some flowed slightly from her nose and smeared around her lips.
"*Slurp.*"
A pale pink piece of flesh swept over my cock, cleaning it thoroughly. As she always did, Winnie opened her mouth to show me what I’d made. A red piece of flesh was swimming in a white pond. The small tongue that had licked her lips disappeared back into her mouth, and I heard a gulp as Winnie’s throat moved.
"…Hehehe. It’s thicker than usual."
"What did you feed me?"
"Are you curious?"
I’d finished once, but I didn’t feel tired at all. There was none of the usual emptiness or loss of strength that followed ejaculation. As I looked at her with a curious gaze, my cock still standing tall, Winnie smiled brightly.
"Hehe, I won’t tell you."