The Spoils of Victory
"Thanks to you, we survived the Dead Moon. Please accept this as a token of our gratitude."
"We cannot offer a proper reward just yet, but we will report this matter up the chain. When the time comes—whether at a branch office or headquarters—we will welcome you with open arms."
The merchant leaders, who had watched the Wolf Mercenary Company's value skyrocket on the strength of Kaisent alone, offered additional compensation without being prompted, scrambling to forge any connection they could.
Lillian, who had recovered her composure thanks to Kaisent confirming that Fredrick—though cursed and unconscious—was not in mortal danger, did not miss the chance to build rapport with the various merchant companies.
Fredrick would have told me not to worry about him and to seize this opportunity.
Besides, if she appeared to be clinging to Fredrick out of frantic attachment rather than simple concern, many would judge her unfit to command a mercenary company.
"I would also like to express my gratitude to that mage…"
"He is currently resting. I will convey your thanks myself."
There had been private attempts to meet Kaisent, but she blocked them under the pretext that he needed rest after expending so much magic.
In truth, he still had energy to spare and was working to lift Fredrick's curse.
They had survived the Dead Moon, but after fighting through the night there was cleanup, treatment of the wounded, and a host of other problems—they needed at least one more day of rest.
Rather than force the issue, the merchant leaders decided to wait and approach Kaisent later.
He looks so young, yet he has that much skill—he has tremendous room to grow!
Not just magic, but exceptional close-combat ability as well—a true all-rounder!
If we can't recruit him, we at least need to establish a connection!
And Lillian, who had already seen through their intentions, scoffed to herself.
They think they can buy him with money. Kaisent is not some low-level child who would be swayed by something as trivial as coin.
Even if they offered scouting terms so extravagant anyone would be tempted, she could not imagine him leaving her side.
Having accepted the various merchants' rewards while skillfully blocking their approaches to Kaisent, Lillian returned to the mercenary company's camp.
"Commander. Half the new recruits are dead, and we've also lost a few from the shield-bearers and the strike team."
"Keep the bodies properly so they don't turn undead. The merchants have proposed a joint funeral."
"That's a relief. At least they won't be left out in the fields."
The veteran mercenary who had taken on the adjutant role in Fredrick's place seemed satisfied that they wouldn't have to abandon their comrades by the roadside.
In mercenary life it was often unavoidable to leave dead comrades as feed for beasts, and no matter how many times one had seen it, a corner of the heart always felt uneasy about it.
"Where is Kaisent?"
"He's nursing Vice-Commander Fredrick in the tent. As ordered, no one has been allowed inside."
"Good. Until I personally give permission, let no one in."
After giving the veteran various further instructions, Lillian headed for the tent where the two of them were, saying she wanted to check on Fredrick's condition.
The other mercenaries were busy collecting spoils, so the camp was quiet aside from the guards patrolling as a precaution.
"Is Fredrick all right?"
"Ah, Lillian."
Confirming she had entered and removed her helmet, Kaisent was pouring holy power into Fredrick, who was groaning and sweating coldly.
"There's a mass of something that feels ominous—even though it's holy power—lodged inside Fredrick's body."
"Given the circumstances, it's probably a curse. Can you break it?"
"I'm trying, but to dismantle a curse you need to pour in holy power above a certain threshold of strength. That level of holy power isn't descending to me."
"Have you identified what kind of curse it is?"
"I don't know that either. What's certain is that it knocked Fredrick unconscious but isn't taking his life."
"Curses are a method meant to make the target suffer for a long time. Once we reach the city, let's first identify what kind of curse this is."
Lacking experience with curses, Kaisent had no choice but to follow Lillian's approach.
Since the curse had not yet manifested further, he finally felt some relief, thinking they still had time.
Thump— thump— thump—
Once it was confirmed that Fredrick's problem was not immediately critical, he could feel his own heart still pounding with the residual excitement of battle.
The countless soldiers answering his roar. The exhilaration of turning the tide of battle at will. All of it combined into the thrill of reversing a desperate situation.
Because he had poured everything out without hiding his strength for the first time and forged a thrilling comeback victory, the afterglow lingered long.
And a man stirred by excitement wants to release that surging blood somehow.
"Lillian."
"Hm? Hahmm!?"
Still young and lacking self-control, Kaisent chose Lillian as the outlet for his boiling blood.
Slurp— chup-chup— chuuup—
Wrapping his arms around the woman larger than himself so she could not escape, Kaisent tangled his tongue with hers until their saliva mixed.
"W-wait. Kaisent. Stop… nngh…♡"
As Kaisent stirred her tongue with fierce intensity, the strength drained from Lillian's waist and the mercenary melted back into a woman.
Squeeze—!
"Hhhnnnngh~~~~♡♡"
When the arms that had been holding her dropped to seize her ass, her body flushed with arousal; more saliva spilled free, and the wet sounds of their tongues grew even more obscenely lewd.
"Hahaaah♡ Wait. Just a moment."
Seizing the brief pause when the kiss broke for air, Lillian pushed Kaisent's body away.
"What's wrong?"
"Fredrick is right here. It may look like he's out, but this could be a curse that leaves consciousness intact. First, a magic item to block sound…"
But Kaisent knocked the magic item from her hand, sending it tumbling into a corner of the tent.
"I don't care."
"Kaisent?"
"I said I don't care! Lillian is my woman!"
"W-wait! Kyaah!"
He stripped her clothes by force, rendering her naked in an instant. Then he shed his own and pulled her waist hard against him.
"You saw what I did today! It doesn't matter if people find out Lillian is a woman! It doesn't matter if Fredrick learns about us! I'll take responsibility for you!"
"K-Kaisent…"
Having learned his father's heart method and become capable of impregnating Lillian—and having proven his strength in battle—Kaisent lost all restraint and began to run wild.
He had never been taught how to hold back in a situation like this, and he was far too young for anyone to expect it of him.
Kaisent brought his cock—untouched by artificial growth—to full hardness, standing stiff on a diagonal.
"Ah!"
Then he seized Lillian's thighs and hoisted her up—
Schlick!
"Ohiiiit~~~♡♡"
—and dropped her body while snapping his hips, driving his cock straight into her.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!!
"Nnghah♡ Kyaahnn♡ N-nooo♡ In front of Fredrick♡"
"I'm stronger than Fredrick now! In skill! And as a man!"
"Nnghiiiiit~~~~♡♡"
"And Fredrick doesn't even know where Lillian likes to be hit! I know your weak spots better!!"
Kaisent rocked the adult woman's body—larger than his own—up and down, thrusting his cock up into her on a diagonal angle.
"Hhyaaaaaaang~~~♡ Ik♡ Hngiit♡"
As the cock scraped and stabbed the most sensitive stretch of her vaginal walls, Lillian convulsed into climax and, without thinking, wrapped her legs around Kaisent's body.
This boy… he's scraping my weak spot with perfect precision♡
"Look at that—you've completely become a lover. Holding on with your legs so the cock won't slip out."
"Th-that's… because I can't let it fall out… aaaang~~♡"
"You like this too, don't you? Don't you!"
"Nooo♡ Don't poke the inside like that—noooo♡♡"
As the cock drove deep into her pussy and rapped against her cervix, Lillian clung tightly to the smaller boy's body and climaxed again.
"See! You never came even once with Fredrick, but with my cock you're already finishing! Lillian's pussy is already mine!"
From time to time Kaisent had allowed her to share a bed with Fredrick. Each time Fredrick had roughly vented the lust he had been holding back—yet even so, she had never once reached climax.
"Ahaaaang♡ Your cock is♡ the best♡"
"Don't talk casually to me!"
"Ohooooook~~~♡♡"
"Right now I'm not a member of the Wolf Mercenary Company—I'm Lillian's husband!"
"C-control yourselfoooot♡♡"
When Kaisent roughly stabbed his raging cock up against her cervix, her lower belly thudded and she climaxed yet again, forced to recognize once more that the master dominating her body was the boy before her eyes.
Then Kaisent, still holding Lillian, began to move somewhere—straight over the face of Fredrick, who remained unconscious under the curse.
"H-here! Kyaahnn♡"
"I'm going to impregnate Lillian right here! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!!"
"N-nooo♡ It's embarrassing♡ Please, I'm begging you♡"
"Don't make excuses while you're squeezing your pussy in anticipation!"
"Ahaaaaaang~~~~♡"
Lillian's body—tempered by real combat, radiating healthy beauty—was crushed and reshaped by Kaisent, scattering beautifully glittering sweat.
Drip— plip—
"Ugh… uuh…"
Pussy juices, stirred up by the cock churning her folds, dripped onto the face of Fredrick suffering under the curse.
But Kaisent only leaned his upper body back further, as if deliberately trying to soil Fredrick, and drove his cock up into Lillian's pussy.
"Hauuut♡♡ K-Kaisent♡ Stop pounding my womb♡ I can't stop coming♡♡"
Held aloft by Kaisent—smaller than herself—while her womb was hammered again and again, Lillian poured out endless moans and clung to her husband's nape, pleading.
If the pleasure of her womb being struck kept making her come like this, she felt she would lose her reason entirely.
"I'm not Kaisent! Call me husband!"
"Kyaaaaaang~~~♡♡"
Displeased with the form of address, Kaisent shifted the hands gripping her thighs and seized the flesh of Lillian's ass with crushing force, as if he meant to tear it free.
The mix of pain and pleasure sent her over the edge again; she threw her head back, loosing a raw moan as she sprayed pussy juice.
Forgetting even that her fluids were soiling Fredrick's face, she wound her arms and legs tighter around Kaisent's neck and waist and cried out through a mouth running with saliva.
"Yeees♡ H-husband♡ Slowly♡ Please stop pounding my womb~~♡♡"
"No! I'm going to impregnate Lillian's pussy just like this! I heard a woman gets pregnant more easily when she climaxes!"
"Hhang♡ Aah♡ Ang♡ Kyaah♡ Ik♡"
Squueeeze!
"Kkiihiiiit♡ L-liar♡♡"
Running wild without limit at the thought of impregnating Lillian, Kaisent fiercely kneaded her large, plump ass—too big to fit in one hand. Softness and springiness that he never wanted to stop touching bulged out between his fingers under the force of his grip.
Thud! Thump! Thud-thud-thud-thud♡
"~~~~~~~~♡♡ ~~~~♡ ~~~~~♡♡♡"
Using the ass he held so tightly, he slammed her up and down with force; the womb-press loaded with Lillian's full weight was stamped by a cock harder than her cervix and ended in one-sided defeat.
Every time the cock stabbed into her weight-bearing womb, Lillian's upper body arched backward; she clung hard to Kaisent's nape while her legs spasmed open.
When her silent scream ended and her torso came forward again, she was a raw demonstration of what it meant to be broken by pleasure.
"Haah! Hah! Hhhk! H-husband♡ I-I'm dying…♡ I'm really going to die…♡"
She had come so hard that even breathing was difficult. No matter how strong a warrior she was, a woman who had learned pleasure could not resist the husband piercing her pussy.
"Kh! I'm going to cum too! Get pregnant just like this!"
"Kiihyaaaaaang~~~~~~♡"
As the final spurt for climax began, Lillian clung to Kaisent and wailed sweet moans.
He's truly trying to impregnate me♡ He's boring through my cervix to fertilize me with his seed deep inside my womb♡
From the hardness of his cock and the angle of his thrusts, she could tell the difference between pistoning for mere pleasure and pistoning driven by a genuine desire to impregnate—and she looked down.
Her former fiancé's face, now covered in her pussy juices, still unable to rise.
"F-Fredrick♡ I'm being impregnated♡ If you don't wake up now, I'll truly become this child's♡♡"
"Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Lillian! Carry my child!"
"Yeees♡ I'll carry your baby♡ Pour your impregnating cum into my womb♡"
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap! Schlick! Pssshhh! Brrrrr!
"Nnghooooooooook~~~~~♡"
Driving his cock past her cervix, Kaisent poured seed capable of impregnating a woman directly into her womb—unlike anything before.
Feeling the cock swell massively with each spurt through the flesh of her vagina, Lillian instinctively knew this semen was different from all that had come before.
I'm coming while being impregnated…♡ Once you learn this kind of pleasure… it's over…♡
Having tasted a mating climax, Lillian clung to Kaisent's nape with a thoroughly ruined ahegao expression, gasping for breath.
"Haa…♡ Haah…♡"
"…Lillian. Lilliaaan!"
"Kyahk!?"
But Kaisent, far from satisfied after only a single ejaculation, toppled Lillian's body and laid her down right beside Fredrick.
Schlooorp!
"Ogoook!!"
"I'm going to mark properly that Lillian is my woman! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!"
With his cock sealing her pussy so the semen could not leak out, Kaisent pressed up and down, crushing Lillian's body beneath the motion.
That boy who looked so small and fragile has become this magnificent♡
When she first saw Kaisent, he had seemed so frail she would have been grateful if he simply managed his own share. She had always thought of him as someone she had to protect—and now he could make her cry out as a woman so splendidly.
Lillian found Kaisent, intent on impregnating her, so unbearably adorable that she unconsciously locked her legs around him, forming a posture to receive pregnancy of her own accord.
For a moment some worry flickered through her mind, but it was a problem she could do nothing about right now—so she focused on accepting the seed of the small husband trying to impregnate her.
I'm sorry, Fredrick. Even if you call me a whore… hm?
As she tried to offer a final apology to her former fiancé, she felt as though something about Fredrick's appearance had changed slightly.
"Focus on me!"
"Ooooooh! C-control yourself…♡"
But that thought was erased by Kaisent's overbearing mating thrusts.