Silent Ecstasy
…Something feels off. There's no reason she should be this late.
By the time most of the mercenaries had drunk themselves into a stupor, Fredrick could no longer ignore the gnawing unease over Lillian's long-overdue return. He rose from his seat and focused mana into his eyes, magnifying the soft moonlight until the darkness around him became as clear as midday.
Hm? That's… Lillian and Kaisent…?
He spotted the two of them approaching the mercenary camp together and felt a flicker of confusion. Lillian had only gone to relieve herself—why was she walking back with Kaisent?
A strange anxiety prickled at him, but he quickly shook his head and let out a dry chuckle. Kaisent was far younger and weaker than either of them; the idea that the boy could do anything to Lillian was simply impossible.
Still… something's odd. Lillian's gait looks strange.
Both of them were heading toward the camp, yet Lillian moved with an awkward, almost staggering step, as if her body refused to cooperate. Suspecting something might be wrong, Fredrick set off into the darkness to meet them.
"Lillian. Kaisent."
"Ah, Fredrick."
"You said you were just going to take care of business. Why are the two of you coming back together?"
Fredrick asked the most obvious question first.
"Ah, well… I nearly got hit by a half-orc's magic, so Kaisent helped me with a countermeasure… nngh…!"
"Lillian?"
"I-I'm fine. Just… the price for underestimating Kaisent's magic…"
She let out a peculiar little moan and explained that she had paid the price for looking down on Kaisent's spellwork. Kaisent had been unusually quiet the whole time; Fredrick assumed it was guilt and finally exhaled in relief.
"Is that so? Good to hear. But why keep it a secret from me?"
"That's…"
"It wasn't really a secret. I just happened to run into him while I was practicing magic on my own. This war was nothing but cleanup of stragglers, so my body was itching for a real fight."
Fredrick nodded in understanding. Lillian had always possessed a quiet competitive fire; this half-hearted campaign had left her restless, neither fully engaged nor fully at ease.
"Next time, both of you tell me first. I was worried."
"Sorry… Fredrick."
"My apologies."
Only after confirming Lillian was safe did Fredrick finally relax. What he failed to notice, however, was how closely the two of them were pressed together—and how Kaisent's right hand remained completely hidden behind Lillian's body.
Schlick—! Schlick—! Schlick—!
Fredrick♡ Right now Kaisent is thrusting into my asshole♡ Ahn♡ I'm cumming again♡ I'm cumming♡♡
Kaisent's right hand had slipped inside her trousers and was relentlessly plunging into her anus. The thick, wet sounds never reached Fredrick's ears because a magic item that erased noise had been nestled deep inside her rear. It wasn't especially thick, yet it still required a thoroughly trained hole to accept it. Ever since she had taken Kaisent's cock, her anus had loosened without her even realizing it—enough to make such things possible.
Fredrick, who could never have imagined that the woman he loved had already been conquered by a boy younger than himself, simply led the two of them back toward the campsite.
Schluuurp! Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust♡♡
"~~~~~~~~♡♡♡"
As Fredrick turned his back, Lillian rose onto her tiptoes, face twisted into a silent ahegao, a soundless scream of climax tearing through her as she came hard from her ass. Even so, Kaisent showed no mercy, continuing to dig and toy with her hole as if deliberately flaunting the fact that this woman now belonged to him.
The next day.
The mercenaries handed over the greenskin heads to Margrave Akina, received their pay, and departed with light hearts. When the Wolf Mercenary Band's turn finally arrived, soldiers began carefully counting the piled trophies, examining each one with meticulous care.
"Hey, this head's badly damaged."
"This one's ears are ruined."
"One of the eyes is destroyed."
They set the damaged heads aside and sorted the rest. Lillian—who had returned to her identity as Wolf for the sake of quick accounting—and Fredrick called Kaisent over to help with the settlement. He tilted his head at the soldiers' fussiness.
"W-Wolf… isn't it enough just to hand over the necks? Why are they checking for damage?"
"Hm? No one explained it to you? Well, I suppose it's so obvious to us that we never thought it needed explaining."
Though she still used a masculine tone, her voice inevitably softened when she spoke to Kaisent. She explained carefully.
"Greenskin brains, ears, and eyes are used as materials for crystals. The brain is the most important, so we bring the whole head to keep it from rotting as much as possible."
"Ah… so that's why…"
There had been times in the past when the number of greenskin necks and the payment received hadn't quite matched. Lillian and Fredrick had insisted the calculation was correct, and Kaisent—still in the process of being accepted as a full member—had simply assumed the two of them were quietly skimming emergency funds and looked the other way. Now he realized the discrepancy had nothing to do with personal greed; it was because the heads themselves were crystal materials.
A faint wave of self-reproach washed over him for having doubted them, yet he still watched carefully to make sure the soldiers counted properly. Fortunately, Margrave Akina's men were not the sort of army that would stoop to petty embezzlement over something like this; the transaction was clean and fair.
Everyone was satisfied with the generous reward relative to the effort, yet Kaisent still felt a small pang of regret.
A little disappointing. I wanted to see the war mages cast at least once.
The war mages had remained in the rear, ready to intervene only if the combat engines stalled or the enemy used unexpected tactics. The half-orcs, completely unfamiliar with this world's weapons, had been crushed so one-sidedly that the mages never had a chance to act.
Akina's Gift—the perfect unity of rider and steed—had tempted him, but watching from afar was nowhere near enough to copy it. He had wanted to observe her using it up close, yet for now he contented himself with the new magic she had taught him.
"We're moving out! Get your asses up!"
Lillian shoved the heavy coin pouches into the supply wagon and kicked the mercenaries into motion; they had already been waiting for the order.
"Captain! Where to next?"
"Somewhere far from here for now! Nearby towns will be flooded with other bands selling their loot—we won't get a fair price!"
She answered the question, took the lead, and the band began to move.
About an hour later, a lightly equipped messenger on horseback appeared in the distance.
"The civil war is over, mercenaries! His Highness the Second Prince, the rightful heir by blood, has claimed victory!"
The messenger slowed just long enough to deliver the news before riding on toward Margrave Akina's forces. His mission, it seemed, was to inform the margrave—who had been out hunting greenskins and thus cut off from the castle's communication equipment.
"The Second Prince won?"
"Looks like this country will finally settle down."
"Guess the days of endless work and easy money are drying up."
Mercenaries preferred busy times; when jobs dried up they had to tighten their belts.
"Just because the Second Prince won doesn't mean order will return overnight. There's the damage from the civil war itself, plus the First Prince's nobles and merchant houses collapsing or weakening. Things will actually get more chaotic for a while."
Fredrick explained as much to the band, making it clear that true stability was still a long way off.
"Wolf… if the damage is repaired and order returns, how does a mercenary band usually operate?"
"Come to think of it, you arrived during the civil war, so you wouldn't know. In peacetime we mostly take contracts from alchemists to hunt specific monsters for crystal materials, or accept jobs from merchant caravans and villages hit by bandits."
That reminds me—I want to learn more about crystals too. Once the band gets some, I'd like to examine one at least once.
Crystals sold for high prices. If he could analyze their composition and learn the production method, he might be able to craft them himself and create a new revenue stream for the band.
Magic comes first for now, but once I have breathing room I'll look into crystals as well.
Until now he had ignored them as irrelevant to him. But after winning Lillian's heart, a fierce desire to do even more for her burned inside him.
Lillian said she would become my woman. I'll make her happy no matter what!
The dragon blood that took instinctive joy in possessing treasure, the paternal bloodline that thrived on conquering women, and the pain of having lost Dang Seol-yeong through his own weakness—all of it fused into a single vow: he would never let Lillian suffer the same fate.
To overcome hardship, he alone growing stronger was not enough. His woman had to grow stronger with him. They would be together for a lifetime; facing crises side by side would only make survival easier.
Having steeled his resolve, Kaisent marched on. Several hours later, around midday, the band set up a simple camp and ate. Flush with the big payday and still fresh thanks to Kaisent's magic, the atmosphere was livelier than usual.
"Kaisent. Come with me for a moment."
"Yes."
"Huh? Captain! Why are you taking Kaisent?"
"Magic combat practice. None of the enemies used magic, so I need Kaisent's help. He also needs to improve his close-quarters defense."
"Hey, Kaisent! If the captain starts bullying you, yell for help!"
"Don't worry. Running away is one thing I'm good at."
"Hahahaha! You hear that?"
"I raised one sharp little guy, didn't I!"
"What? You raised him? Since when?"
Kaisent, who usually wore the timid expression of a frightened rabbit, was slowly developing a backbone; the whole band roared with laughter at the sight.
"Fredrick. Keep an eye on those bastards so they don't do anything stupid."
"Understood, Captain."
Nearly getting caught by that half-orc shaman must have shaken her more than I thought. True enough, real mages are rare opponents for us. Maybe I should ask Kaisent for a spar later myself.
Unless the job was something special like a civil war or territorial conflict, mercenaries rarely encountered true mages. Low-grade street casters were common enough, but a genuine mage who could turn the tide of battle single-handedly was a completely different breed.
The two of them entered a small forest that happened to be nearby. The grove was close to the road, visible from a distance, and free of monsters; no one worried about them.
Once they were deep among the trees—
"Lillian!"
"Kaisent!"
They flung off their helmets and crashed into each other's arms, tongues immediately tangling in a fierce, hungry kiss. The obedient subordinate of Wolf vanished; in his place stood the dominant conqueror of women. Kaisent shoved Lillian back against a tree trunk.
Creak♡
He casually yanked her trousers down, pushed the crotch of her high-leg armor aside as if returning home, and thrust two fingers straight into her pussy. The folds that had been dry only moments earlier instantly grew soft and plump, flooding with slick arousal the instant his fingers entered.
"Nnhhaaah♡♡"
"If you moan that loud someone might hear, Noona."
"I don't care. If they do, you'll start over with me from the beginning, right?"
"Of course. But I still want to repay everyone in the Wolf Mercenary Band. Unless they leave first, that is."
Lillian had been the one who accepted him, yet he felt gratitude toward the entire band for taking in someone of a different race. He still hadn't noticed that Fredrick's name was already missing from that list of debts.
She wanted to tell him that translating the mana load into something she could understand had already been more than enough repayment, but she knew his kind heart would never be satisfied with that alone.
"Alright. We need to kill the sound, so take it out."
"Y-yes…"
When he demanded the magic item that absorbed sound within a barrier, Lillian flushed crimson, gripped the tree trunk, and presented her ass.
"Kkh♡ Nnghhuuuuuuh~~~~~♡♡"
She bore down as if trying to defecate. After a moment the cute pink sphincter began to twitch and pulse. Then it opened, revealing a glimpse of something before it slipped back inside.
"Hahk♡ Nnghhuuuh♡♡ Kai…sent♡ Use your hand and pull it out for me♡"
"No. That would be too easy."
"Mean♡ You're so cruel…♡"
Her mouth called him cruel, yet she obeyed his order to the end, never using her hands—only pushing with her hole until the item finally began to emerge.
"Kkuuh♡ Nnhhooooooh~~~♡♡"
The quartz-like magic item scraped against her inner walls as it stretched her sphincter wide on its way out, drawing ever louder pink moans of climax from her lips.
"Aaaaaaaaah~~~~~~♡♡"
Pop!
The moment she succeeded in expelling it, Lillian slumped against the tree, gasping for breath.
"Sniff sniff sniff."
"Kyah!? Kaisent! Don't smell such a dirty place!"
"Dirty? It has an addictive, tart scent. And you said that ever since you reached Expert you haven't needed to defecate even once."
"Th-that may be true, but… kyah…♡"
While the item came free, Kaisent pressed his nose right up against the still-twitching, gaping anus and inhaled deeply again and again. Already hypersensitive from climax, her stretched hole let the cool air of his breath reach deep inside, sending a shivery sensation through her. Lillian could only hang her head in shame.
"Lick— slurp~ sluuuurp~~"
"Hiih!? Ohooooooh…♡♡"
A long tongue—half human, half reptile—plunged deep into her anus and began licking everywhere. Broad strokes across the floor of the passage, light taps of the tip against the ceiling, varying pressure and rhythm as he thoroughly trained the hole.
"Phwah!"
"Nnhhaaaaaah~~~~♡♡"
When he buried his entire face into her springy ass and stirred his tongue even deeper, Lillian came again on the spot.
"Nngh! Sniff! Hoo! Ssshhhk—!"
"Don't♡ Don't breathe like that against my ass♡♡"
"Lillian's ass smell! A little salty, like sea breeze, mixed with a dizzying sweetness! I want to stay buried like this forever!"
Her ass was so perfect he could have died happy with his face planted in it. Soft flesh combined with Expert-level muscle that tried to bounce his face away, creating a delicious pressure against his cheeks.
"Nngh♡ Ah-ah-aaaaah♡"
Kaisent's relentless assault—gripping her ass hard and toying with it in every possible way—filled Lillian with a contradictory mix of mortifying shame and pure happiness that he would enjoy even this part of her body.
Squeeze! Crush!
"Haaah!!"
He kneaded her ass like clay or dough; the mingled pain and pleasure sent her over the edge once more, and intestinal fluids gushed out.
Slurp— sluuuuurp— zzuuup—
"~~~~~~♡♡"
He licked up every last drop of the fluid that had leaked out, savoring it thoroughly. Lillian bit down on her own index finger, desperately stifling the moans of a woman dying of embarrassment.
"Ahh~ that was delicious~"
"Hahk♡ Nngh♡ A-are you trying to kill me with shame?"
"Hehehe. No. Something this small could never kill you, Noona. At the very least…"
Schlaaaap!!
"Kyahooooooh~~~~~~♡♡"
"…you'd need this much."
Without warning Kaisent slammed his cock straight into her ass. In one brutal thrust he buried himself to the root; the lewd slap of hips against ass echoed through the trees. Without the sound-absorbing item, every bird hidden in the canopy would have taken flight in panic.
His cock stretched her pink sphincter so wide it looked ready to tear, yet the ring of muscle immediately tried to close again, clamping down and giving him a delicious, rhythmic pressure.