Melia

"Welcome to the Silver Wing Tavern."

The cheerful chime of the bell announced a pair of adventurers who, at a glance, looked every bit the happily married couple.

"Whew… finally, a place to rest. Sir! We'll take a room, some warm bread and soup, and your finest liquor!"

The man slung an easy arm around his wife's shoulders and called out in a hearty voice.

He was a handsome young swordsman in silver armor, and beside him stood his wife — a beautiful mage with neatly tied black hair and a figure whose generous curves no robe could quite conceal. She smiled shyly at his side.

"Ah, of course. Come in, come in. As it happens, I have just the room."

I turned toward them the warm, generous smile of a man who had spent a lifetime among adventurers. My eyes, however, lingered elsewhere — on the rings glinting on their fingers, on the wife's chest straining against her robes, on the line of her thighs.

A pair of newlywed C-Rank Adventurers, then…

I thought of the special vial I kept tucked away in the corner of the storeroom. After rounds of animal trials and a few cautious tests on myself, I had finished it at last.

"I'll start you off with a glass of my special house brew — nice and cold. A retired A-Rank Adventurer made it himself. It'll melt the fatigue right out of you."

"An A-Rank Adventurer? That's an honor!"

The young man took the glass without a shred of suspicion and slapped his thigh in delight.

Congratulations, kid.

Tonight, your wife is going to receive a very special kind of recovery.

"Room 204, second floor."

I handed the couple the key to the room I had prepared in advance. Inside 204, a recording magic orb sat hidden, and a tension-melting incense was already burning.

"Come on, let's go rest already!"

The man shepherded his wife toward the stairs.

Once inside, the swordsman gushed at his wife with undimmed enthusiasm.

"Wow, this is actually nice… Must be the location, huh? The room even feels warmer the moment you walk in!"

"See? I told ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you my eye never fails!"

Melia sounded faintly surprised.

"You're right… The outside looked so run-down."

"That's how you know it's the real thing! The places that look old are always the genuine article!"

"You really do just dig in and insist, no matter where we go."

Melia smiled and leaned her heavy staff against the wall. The long road had left every muscle aching, but a faint, sweet fragrance hung in the air, and she felt the tension in her body begin to dissolve.

She had no way of knowing that the scent was the Special Relaxation Incense I had lit ahead of time.

"Alright, first things first — let's try that 'A-Rank special brew' the innkeeper gave us! See if it really knocks the fatigue out!"

Kyle, her swordsman husband, snatched a tankard off the table with a look of boyish excitement.

"Hm? You should drink some too."

"You know I can't hold my liquor. I'll just wet my lips."

Melia lifted her glass and barely kissed the rim. Kyle laughed, threw his head back, and drained a tankard that had to hold a full pint in a single pull.

"Kahh—! That's incredible! I can feel it warming me all the way down!"

Of course it was. Mixed into that beer, in a ratio I had spent a long time perfecting, were the special herb powders Elena had given me and a Paralyzing Sleep Reagent I had taken from the depths of a dungeon in my adventuring days.

An ordinary person would have dropped on the spot. This batch had been designed so that a C-Rank Adventurer would only feel a gradual, natural wave of exhaustion — just enough to fool the senses.

"Huh… that's weird. I only had one drink. Why are my eyelids so…"

Kyle pressed a hand to his forehead and dropped onto the edge of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the bed.

"See? We walked too far today. Lie down and sleep."

"Mm… sorry, Melia. Just gonna close my eyes for a…"

He never finished the sentence. Kyle toppled onto the mattress with a dull thud, and a moment later a thoroughly contented snore filled the room.

"Honestly… you're impossible."

Melia sighed and tugged off her husband's boots.

Then she began to notice it too. She had taken barely a sip of the drink, but combined with the fragrance saturating the room, her ears were starting to ring, and every inch of her skin had gone strangely, sharply sensitive.

That's odd… why is my body so hot…?

She undid a button of her robe, restless — and then, cutting through the hush:

Knock. Knock.

"Your stew and bread, as requested."

The door whispered open. Before Melia could gather her wits, I stepped inside with the master key as if I had every right to be there.

I set the tray on the table and let my gaze travel slowly over the scene: Kyle dead to the world on the bed, and Melia, her face flushed crimson, fingers still at the open collar of her robe.

"Oh… s-sir? You could have just left it at the door…"

"Ah, forgive me. You both looked so exhausted, I thought I'd bring it in myself."

I smiled, closed the door, and quietly slid the iron bolt home.

The click of the latch sent a strange tension crawling through the room.

"Um… sir? Why did you lock…"

"Your husband has fallen into a very deep sleep. Careless, for a C-Rank Adventurer."

"What…? What are you talking about…"

Melia felt the threat in her bones and reached for her staff — but the drug had already spread through her. Her fingers had no strength. The staff clattered to the floor.

"N-no… my body… what's happening to me…?"

I drew a slow breath and stepped toward Melia, who had sunk down beside the bed. I cupped her chin, gentle as a lover, and turned her face up to mine.

"Don't worry, miss. This is a very special recovery service."

In the corner of the room, the hidden recording magic orb began to glow with a faint red light.

Sitting on the edge of the bed where her husband snored an arm's length away, I leaned in and whispered against Melia's ear.

I shoved the still-startled Melia down hard.

"Kyaah…!!"

Heh. Far too early to be that frightened.

I bit down on the nape of her neck.

"Hhn…!"

Th-this is wrong…! I can't feel my body…!

"You'll want to hold still, Miss Melia."

I murmured her name, correcting myself, and breathed against her ear. Her shoulders jerked.

"D-don't…! Kyle…! Kyle, wake up…!"

Melia's trembling hands clawed at her husband's arm, lying right beside her. Kyle only snored, heavy and even, lost in the deep swamp of the Paralyzing Sleep Reagent — utterly unaware that his own wife was being pinned down a few inches away.

"It's no use. He won't wake until the sun comes up."

I traced a fingertip, unhurried, down the smooth line of her collarbone from the bite on her neck. The incense smoke and the drug she had sipped were moving through her veins in earnest now. Melia's eyes were going slack and hazy.

"Ah… ahh… it's hot… my body feels strange…"

"There, you see? The body doesn't lie."

I caught both of her struggling wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. The difference in strength between a former A-Rank Adventurer and a C-Rank mage already going limp from the drug was absolute.

"I'll make you feel far better than Kyle's hands ever have."

"N-no… Kyle's… he's watching… hhn!"

The thin cry that tore from Melia's throat was swallowed by her husband's snoring and rang through the room all the same. In the corner, the recording orb's red light captured every shameful second without missing a syllable.

I yanked open her robe as the drug took deeper hold, then roughly spread her open and drove my fingers into her pussy.

"Haaaahhh…!!"

Melia cried out at the sudden touch. I left her drained wrists where they were and shifted down between her legs, then sealed my mouth over her already-soaked cunt and sucked hard.

A wet, greedy sound filled the quiet.

"Hnnmmmmph!!!!"

She bucked at the intensity of it.

I could put it in right now, couldn't I?

This was the first time I had used the drug and the incense together in earnest. I hadn't expected her to come apart this fast.

I shoved my trousers down and freed myself. Melia's eyes widened a fraction at the size of what she saw. I lined the head against her clenched, dripping entrance.

"Ah… don't…! I-if you put something like that in…!!"

I thrust in to the hilt.

"Haaaaaahn!!!"

I sucked in a breath of my own. I was a former A-Rank Adventurer who had survived every kind of hell — a body tempered by years of dungeon work, and a cock that put ordinary adventurers to shame. Forcing my way through Melia's tight, clutching walls until I was buried completely sent a jolt of pleasure sharp enough to make my vision flicker.

"Hnh… tighter than I expected…"

"Haaaah…! I-it's too big… it hurts, it huuurts…!"

Tears spilled down Melia's cheeks as she shook her head wildly. But the drug had tangled pain and pleasure into a single knot, and her body, perversely, clamped down as if it refused to let me go.

On the bed beside us, Kyle snored on — hhrrk, hhrrk — dead to the world.

"Tsk. Your husband is a lucky man. To have a wife like this and sleep through it."

I gripped her narrow waist and began to move — slow, heavy, inexorable. Wet, filthy sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room, each thrust landing with a thick, obscene slap.

"Ah! Ahh! W-wait…! Kyle's… Kyle's right there…! Hyaaahn!"

"Afraid he'll wake up? Then you'll want to keep your voice down. Cry out like that and he just might."

"Hnh, nngh…! Mmph…!"

At that, Melia hurriedly tried to cover her own mouth. It was far too late. The aphrodisiac in her blood and the incense in the air had already crushed her reason underfoot. Every roll of my hips wrung another helpless moan from between her fingers.

Nnh…! Hah, ahn…! Hnnnn…!

"There we go. You're doing very well, Miss Melia."

I brushed her sweat-damp black hair from her face and whispered against her ear.

"But that expression of yours doesn't lie. Taking another man's cock right next to your husband… and getting this wet. You're a complete pervert, aren't you?"

"Th-that's not…! It's the drug…! Hahhn!"

"The drug, is it? Then is this pleasure the drug's doing too?"

I drove in harder, faster, punching up into the deepest part of her. Melia's eyes rolled and her whole body shuddered in a fine, helpless tremor.

"Hyaahn! S-so deep…! It's going too far in…! I'm— I'm going to come, I'm cominggg—!"

Clear fluid burst from between her legs in a sudden spray, soaking my thighs. Shame at her husband's presence and the exquisite high of the drug crashed together, and Melia came apart on her first climax, collapsing completely.

In the corner, the recording orb's soft red glow captured every frame of a once-virtuous mage wife in the moment of her fall.

It wasn't over.

The night was long.

I left Melia twitching through the aftershocks and rummaged in my pocket.

"There we are."

What I found was a special draught that would paralyze reason without touching memory.

"Hhh… nngh…"

Melia clutched the sheets, panting, and looked up at me with unfocused eyes. The first climax had not yet let her go; her whole body was still seized in pale, fine convulsions.

"It would be a shame to stop at just that."

I smiled, thin and unpleasant, and pulled the stopper from a small glass vial with my teeth. Inside, a liquid shimmered — clear, with an ominous violet sheen.

I had found the recipe in an alchemical laboratory buried in some ancient ruin, back in my adventuring days. There was no finer tool in the world for corruption and training.

"Time for the second course, Miss Melia. This time I'll make you feel so good it won't even matter if your husband wakes up."

"N-no…! Wh-what is that…?! I don't want it… mmph…!"

Melia shook her head and tried to resist, but I had already locked my grip on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her jaw and forced the vial between her lips.

She swallowed. Once. Twice.

"Cough! Cough…! Hah, hah… what… what did you just…"

The elixir went down her throat and Melia coughed hard. In less than a minute, the effect hit.

A strange, feverish light kindled in her hazy eyes — not the gaze of a virtuous mage. The gaze of an animal in heat, chasing nothing but pleasure.

"Ahaha… sir… my body, my body's burning up…"

Melia tore her own robe off as if it were on fire and writhed against the sheets. Shame, guilt — gone. The only thing left driving her was the raw need for my cock.

"Working already. Well? How does it feel?"

"It feels… amazing…! Sir, your… that thing… more, give me more…! Put it in, hurry…!"

She spread herself open with her own hands and begged me for it — right beside her sleeping husband.

The shame and the guilt had been stripped away, but every detail of what was happening was being branded into her mind, clear as glass. The despair she would feel when the drug wore off… just imagining it sent a thrill through me.

"If that's what you want. As much as you like."

I dragged the ruined mage wife's thighs toward me and slammed my cock back into Melia's impossibly tight cunt.

"Kyaaaaaahn!!! Yes! It ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠feels so goooood!!!"

With her senses amplified dozens of times over, Melia forgot even that her husband was sleeping beside her. She screamed like an animal and locked her legs around my waist.

In the corner, the recording magic orb burned a steady red, missing not a single frame of this rare and exquisite fall from grace.

The night had only just begun.