Lillian's Night with Fredrick
Sa-rak—
The last of her magical garments slipped away, leaving Lillian bare—not a single thread remaining on her body.
Long, elegant legs carried firm, ample flesh that made any onlooker’s lust stir at the mere sight of those thighs and the clean line of her calves. A slender waist that dipped inward in a perfect curve, hips that cradled and lifted the soft swell of her buttocks. An H-cup bust so full it seemed impossible for a body as lithe and leopard-sleek as hers to support—yet the size and weight that should have sagged instead held a balloon-like roundness and silken smoothness, the gift of having reached the rank of Expert.
“It’s yours, Fredrick.”
Lillian pushed her waist forward, offering her breasts for him to take.
He had dreamed of this day, yet the moment she took the lead and tempted him, Fredrick turned shy. His hand reached toward those generous mounds, trembling. Fingers curled and uncurled several times before—
He seized them.
“Mmh…♡”
He cupped her as if the slightest roughness might scar a treasure.
Huh? That’s… it?
Lillian had expected more, yet he caressed her with nothing but that careful delicacy.
Kaisent crushed them until the flesh bulged between his fingers…
That violent grip that ignored a woman’s comfort entirely, the sensation of her breasts being smashed under raw strength—compared to that, this was…
No. Fredrick is treating me carefully. That boy handled me like a toy.
She forced down the strange flicker of disappointment rising in her chest, wrapped her arms around Fredrick’s waist, and offered her face.
Chuuut— churrrk— ssok—
The lewd sounds of tongues tangling and sliding filled the air. Holding each other, they kissed until light heat rose through their bodies, then finally parted.
“Lillian.”
“Mm?”
“Aren’t you a little too good at kissing? Anyone watching would think I’m the only one having a first kiss.”
“R-really? I’m glad I practiced ahead of time from books.”
“There were books like that?”
Both of them should have been showing the awkward freshness of a first kiss, yet Lillian—who had undergone Kaisent’s crash-course training—already knew enough tongue-play to please a man. Flustered, she claimed it came from books and managed to brush the matter aside.
He mustn’t find out. I’m a virgin. A virgin who’s only ever encountered sex as information.
And so Lillian’s quiet struggle to erase Kaisent’s existence continued.
“You said to sleep in the cart? You’ve been through a lot—rest well.”
Kaisent headed for the warehouse wagon, exchanged a few brief words with the mercenary on watch, found a blanket, and lay down.
Lillian… By now she must be with Fredrick…
She had never said she would sleep with Fredrick. Yet somehow Kaisent’s senses had already read her heart with perfect clarity.
This is how it should be. Love is something people who like each other share.
With Dang Seol-yeong there had been a mutual pull. Proof of it: she had never once resisted Kaisent’s touch, accepting every act with joy—no matter how painful or humiliating.
Lillian was different.
Even when lust set her body on fire she had tried to escape him, and Kaisent had simply pinned that resistance beneath his cock and crushed it.
I want Seol-yeong unnie and Lillian both as my women. But… love that only one side forces can’t really be called love…
He had grown up watching his father and mothers’ affection, and his older brothers and sisters who had left home had each taken several spouses over time. Because of that he felt no resistance to polygamy or polyandry; if one had the ability, taking whoever one’s heart desired as a spouse seemed only natural.
Yet Lillian had never once given him her heart. The desire he felt for her and the one-way emotion collided in his mind with the guilt that it was no different from rape.
Sa-sa-sak—
Thoughts of Lillian kept sleep away. As he lay with open eyes, a nameless insect crawled across his vision.
Right. This is how I forget Lillian. If I see the two of them happy…
Kaisent cast the familiar spell the orc shamans used, aiming it at the insect.
“Then… I’ll put it in.”
“Yes. Come to me, Fredrick.”
Both of them naked. Fredrick, flushed with shy excitement at the body ready to receive him, took hold of his stiff cock—a little over eleven centimeters—and with one hand gripped Lillian’s waist where she lay. The other hand guided him to her entrance.
The soft, yielding petals of a woman brushed his glans. Leaving that addictive sensation behind, he pushed his hips forward and succeeded in entering her.
Schlick—!
“Hhhnnn…♡”
Fredrick’s cock slid smoothly into her passage with no resistance at all. Lillian, whose body had been remade into a woman’s by Kaisent, let out a happy moan at the pleasure his shaft gave her.
This is it♡ The sense of fulfillment you can only feel from the one you love♡
Huh? No hymen?
While she drowned in happiness, Fredrick wondered at the missing virgin membrane that should have been there.
I’ve heard rough movement can tear it. She swings a greatsword so hard—maybe it’s only natural.
Fortunately Fredrick, who had gathered all sorts of knowledge for the future, did nothing so tactless as to ruin the mood.
“I’ll move, then.”
“Mm…♡”
Squelch, squelch.
In ordinary missionary position Fredrick rocked his hips back and forth. Awkward at his first time yet earnest, he pistoned into Lillian’s depths.
“Ah…♡ Ang…♡ Mmh…♡”
She felt pleasure each time his cock thrust, yet it never quite reached true satisfaction.
You could pin me down harder…
Compared to Kaisent, who had driven into her with a violence that tore at her passage whether she cried or not, this was far too gentle.
“Um… Fredrick?”
“Mm? What is it, Lillian?”
“It’s just… you’ve held back all this time, right? It’s okay if you’re a little rougher.”
“…Lillian.”
A young man’s lust burns without end. Fredrick had endured those years for her sake with only his own hand, so her invitation to roughness was not sudden.
“I’m fine, Lillian. Just being joined with you like this makes me happy.”
“But…”
“I’ve waited a long time, yes—but that doesn’t mean I want to treat you roughly just to vent my desire.”
“…Okay… Thank you… Fredrick…”
Gentle sex continued after that. He quickened the pace somewhat for the sake of climax, yet it still fell short of the ferocity that had earned the word “violent” with Kaisent.
Just a little. Just a little deeper…! Reach my cervix!
In the end Fredrick’s cock never touched her womb entrance. The air pressure that formed each time his shaft entered and withdrew told her the distance remaining between cock and cervix.
Please, Fredrick! Push deeper! Let me forget the way Kaisent kissed my cervix!
Her body craved the pleasure she had felt when Kaisent’s cock had slammed up against that spot again and again.
Whump—!
“Lillian…! Lillian! Hah! Hahh!”
When she wrapped her long, slender legs around his waist, Fredrick took it as a signal that she was ready for pregnancy at any moment and began to thrust faster.
Squelch—
“Hhaaaaahhh~~~~♡”
Whether her plea had reached him or the pull of her legs had done the work, Fredrick’s glans finally met her cervix. The electric jolt of that pressure made Lillian cry out, her legs clamping tight around him for an instant.
But the pleasure did not last.
Her cervix rose higher, and contact was lost again.
Just a little more! Just a littleee! Please touch it! Don’t run away!
A woman’s womb rises when she nears climax. Kaisent’s cock had chased that rising womb, but Fredrick—even buried to the root—could not reach the place that fled from him.
“Lillian! I’m about to come! Can I finish inside!?”
“Y-yes! Come!”
“You said you didn’t want to get pregnant!”
“I want to carry your child, so it’s fine! Come just like this!”
The desire to feel his semen striking her cervix, and the cunning thought of using it as an alibi should Kaisent’s seed take root—both lived inside Lillian’s consent.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Unaware of any of that, Fredrick gripped her waist and drove his hips hard.
“Khhnnn…!”
“Hahhnn~~!”
At the moment of climax, thick jets of semen battered her cervix. Hot, forceful spurts wrung another moan from her—yet that was all.
More! Pound my cervix more! Please!
“Haa. Haa. Hoo. Lillian.”
“Mm…”
The two lovers held each other, trading the beat of their hearts while they savored the afterglow.
“Do you think… you got pregnant?”
“It isn’t my ovulation day… but there’s no rule that says you can only conceive then, so maybe there’s a chance.”
“If we have a child, would you want a boy or a girl, Lillian?”
“A boy for me. What about you, Fredrick?”
“A girl. If it’s a daughter she’ll be as pretty and cute as you.”
They made sweet plans for the future. Lillian hid the lingering ache at her cervix and played the part of a loving sweetheart.
Yet Fredrick, who had spent ten vigorous years alone, had no intention of ending things there.
“Lillian.”
“Mm…”
“Um… could we… do it one more time…?”
“It’s fine. Tonight my body belongs to you. Honey♡”
!!
Hearing the word a wife uses for her husband, Fredrick felt himself harden again at once.
Squelch-squelch.
“Ah, hahhnn…♡”
“Lillian! Lillian!”
Having waited so long for this day of confirmed love, Fredrick rocked his hips with the genuine intent of impregnating her. His length was above average, and reaching Expert rank had given him excellent stamina and endurance.
Even so, while whispering words of love Lillian found herself instinctively comparing the pleasure to Kaisent’s. Self-loathing and quiet regret mixed as she accepted Fredrick’s desire.
“Haa… haa…”
The two of them had mixed their bodies without rest. Nestled in his solid arms, Lillian felt Fredrick’s semen leaking from between her thighs.
“Today was the happiest day of my life. How about you, Lillian?”
“Mm… I liked it too…”
Fredrick was utterly satisfied, yet the woman whose face was buried against his chest still carried the quiet ache of a fire that had never fully burned. She had even used the word “husband” to excite him, yet in the end his cock had never truly reached her cervix.
“Lillian?”
When she tried to slip free of his arms he asked what she intended, the question heavy with meaning. Without thinking she had been about to clean his cock with her mouth the way Kaisent had “taught” her. She opened her mouth on a hopeful impulse.
“Um, well… I heard men like it when a woman sucks them clean after sex…”
“I don’t see you as that kind of woman. Treasure yourself a little more.”
“…Okay. Thank you.”
Fredrick showed clear distaste for an act he associated with prostitutes. Yet Lillian found herself missing the sensation of a cock thrusting past her uvula and carving into her throat. Back then it had been pure torment and pain; now she wanted that thrilling pain again.
“Mmm… I feel so relieved I suddenly got sleepy… Zzz…”
“Fredrick?”
A moment later the sudden drowsiness claimed him and he fell straight into deep sleep. It seemed a little strange, yet he too must have fretted endlessly over when she would return; considering the relief and happiness, it was not entirely odd.
…I’m getting a little sleepy too… Time to sleep…
Soon drowsiness took her as well. She pulled the blanket over both of them and closed her eyes.
Just as her consciousness began to sink beneath the sudden tide of sleep, something turned her body and slipped into her arms—and the drowsiness vanished as if it had never been.
“Huh?”
With the sleepiness gone and her mind suddenly clear, Lillian reflexively checked the presence that had burrowed in behind her.
“Kaisent!?”
After plunging both of them into sleep, Kaisent had stolen in unnoticed, pulled Lillian free of Fredrick’s arms, and nestled into her embrace.