This Body Almost Got Turned Away at the Gate
Two days by carriage to Eliyes. And now, somewhere on that second day.
The cramped interior of the carriage was thick and humid. Spread across the floor in place of any proper bedding lay Alpher's dampened robe and Seira's soaked leggings, patches of semen and slick already crusted into the fabric.
Between those discarded clothes, one of their owners braced both arms against the carriage wall, her pale legs bared.
"Aah— Y-Young Master, inside… again…!"
Seira had her back arched, hips lifted, mouth hanging open, her half-glazed eyes trembling with exhausted pleasure. Alpher's cock was still buried inside her. He had already spent himself in her cunt more times than she could count, and yet it hadn't yielded an inch of its hardness. Even now it was pressing—grinding—against the mouth of her womb.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Nngh… nnnh…!"
Even as refusals spilled from her lips, Seira was rolling her own hips—a female's body shoving back against him, clenching down around him as if to draw him deeper still.
This… why…
The smell of semen pricked at her nose. After a morning of uninterrupted coupling, her cunt was already a sopping mess, mixed fluids dripping in slow threads down the insides of her thighs.
And yet—
"Haa… it feels so good… when did I start liking this so much…"
Her ass was slick and sticky, and every thrust sent his entire length sliding into her with wet, effortless ease.
"Young Master… every time you put it in… my womb twitches…"
"Yes. Please… enjoy yourself to your heart's content."
She opened her mouth, but there was no displeasure in it, no resistance. If anything, Seira was smiling.
"Heh… so cocky…♡"
Even so, she bent at the waist and shoved her own pelvis back against him.
"…When I take Young Master's cock… it feels so good…"
Her arms trembled as her knees, of their own accord, spread wider.
"…God, I think I'm going to lose my mind…"
Between those spread thighs, his cock drove into her without pause, each stroke accompanied by a wet, filthy sound of friction.
"Nnh… ahaaah… there… that…!"
Whenever she wanted it, Alpher's hips never stopped. He watched the body before him—spread open, writhing, coming apart with pleasure—and gripped her waist firmly as he thrust as if to spear the very entrance of her womb. Seira bit her lip with a sob. Her inner walls, already accustomed to his cock, twitched and clenched around it, molding themselves to its shape.
"Miss Seira…"
"Don't—don't ask me that…"
Her back shuddered as she pulled her own ass toward him, taking him even deeper.
"Even if you come inside… do it again. Again… keep going… I'm still not… enough…"
"Miss Seira…"
He whispered it, one hand settling on her back, the other pressing down on her ass as he drove his hips harder.
"Ehaah—! Haaaaah… there…!"
In that instant her womb twitched and opened. His cock, and his semen, poured into her in the same breath as her climax.
"Haah… haah… I'm going crazy… this… the way it spreads inside me… it feels too good…"
She buried one cheek against the sheets, tears beading at the corners of her eyes. With that final orgasm, Seira's hips gave out, and she collapsed onto the carriage floor as if folding in on herself.
Every ounce of strength drained from her body. Her legs trembled, her lips quivered, and her eyes were vacant with the afterglow of pleasure. Alpher, still holding her, quickly leaned down to catch her before she could slump completely, and Seira closed her eyes in his arms.
The carriage fell quiet after that. Rocked by the gentle sway of the road, Seira eventually opened her eyes again in his embrace.
"…Mm… wait… did I fall asleep?"
"You may rest a little longer, if you wish."
Alpher stroked her hair, a faint note of self-reproach in his voice.
"…I failed to notice. I didn't realize Miss Seira would be pushed so far…"
Seira blinked and lifted her head from his chest.
"Well, that's true, but…"
She didn't bother denying that it was at least partly his fault. The corner of her mouth ticked up.
"…We're arriving in Eliyes today, so I might've overdone it a little myself~"
Alpher quietly caught his breath, then asked:
"If I may… do you have somewhere in mind once we reach Eliyes?"
Seira blinked once at that, then answered with perfect nonchalance.
"There's only one thing Eliyes is famous for, right? The monastery."
"……Pardon?"
Alpher's eyes wavered. This woman—who had just been spreading her legs and clenching around him with such obscene abandon—was going to a monastery?
Watching him fail to close his mouth, Seira snorted a laugh and raised a finger.
"Don't look so shocked. I'm not going to become a nun. I've got business there~"
"I… see."
"Oh, right. That dress!"
Seira plucked up a garment that had been tossed among the luggage. Soft, muted fabric. The very dress Alpher had chosen for her.
"This'll come in handy! Didn't think I'd be putting it on this soon."
She drew it on without ceremony. With no top and no undergarments, the fabric slid against her bare skin, passing over her waist and swelling as it met the generous volume of her breasts. Her waist was slim, her chest full and rounded, her hips so taut they pulled the hem up as if the dress could barely contain them.
Seira shook out the skirt and asked:
"Well? Think this kind of thing suits me~?"
Alpher, seated across from her, drew in a breath and blinked.
"…Of course… you look beautiful."
But his gaze kept dropping. The line of her waist cinched tight, the slope of her shoulders that looked ready to slip free of the fabric, and the curves of her body drawn in stark relief through that thin cloth.
"What, not as good as you thought?"
Even so, Seira beamed and melted against him.
"Even if it doesn't suit me, not much I can do about it. Still, I look like a proper innocent young lady at a glance, don't I? Ahem. Ahem. And if I talk all nice and demure~, it really sells the whole thing, right?"
She had no idea. The body that had been shaking its ass and getting bred mere moments ago was, even now, unchanged in every respect—save for the dress she'd thrown over it.
Alpher, for her sake, chose to keep his mouth shut. The carriage rattled along the rough road until at last it settled onto paved streets, rolling smoothly onward—toward Eliyes Monastery, the great sanctuary that stood over the city of Eliyes and had taken its name.
"I'm going to try acting all proper here~, so Young Master, you'll play along, won't you?"
She slipped down from the carriage door, shaking out the folds of her dress. It was a half-joke, playful and teasing, but from the neck up Seira's features were elegant enough that her eyes flashed with a certain grace.
Not that it mattered. For all her talk of propriety, her gait was as rough as they came. With every step the hem of her skirt flared up past her thighs, and the sway of her hips was far too obscene to belong to any ordinary noble young lady. It drew the eye whether she wanted it to or not.
Her hair was even slightly damp, and a faint scent of sweat and afterglow clung to her body. Anyone who'd seen her step down from that carriage wouldn't have needed to imagine what had been happening inside it.
Dressed like that, she strode boldly up to the entrance of Eliyes Monastery. Atop the white-hewn stone steps, two gatekeepers blocked her path.
Their gazes drifted, as if of their own accord, to Seira's unapologetically voluptuous body. The two gatekeepers—Holy Knights—exchanged a glance. Modest as the dress might have been, the body hidden beneath it was, to a man's eyes, an almost rude kind of invitation.
Sensing the peculiar atmosphere of their quiet exchange, Seira swept her hem down with a fingertip and let a leisurely smile tug at her lips.
Men will be men, even in a pure little dress. Dedicate yourselves to God all you like—you're all the same, aren't you?
She was just about to put her particular talents to work when—
"Pardon me."
Alpher quietly took his place at her side. Then he lifted his own robe and draped it smoothly over her shoulders.
"Young Master?"
Seira turned to look at him. In her place, he offered the gatekeepers a slight bow.
That single sentence was no mere request for permission. It declared a clear purpose—worship—and to the gatekeepers it served as a signal: Ah. This one has come for sacred reasons.
The two Holy Knights nodded at last and stepped aside.
"…You may enter. The sanctuary is open to all."
Seira, who had been a hair's breadth from getting turned away at the gate, was still processing her mild indignation when Alpher gently led her through.
Past the doors that would have been so reluctant to open for her alone, an entirely different world awaited. Solid fortress walls. Windows soaring high. Sunlight that never fell directly, but glanced off white stone and marble, reflecting as a soft, pale glow. Everything was still. A hush so complete it seemed to still even the breath in one's lungs held dominion over the space.
Tap. Tap. Even in heelless shoes, Seira's footsteps rang out clearly against the marble—clear enough to mark her as an outsider who did not belong to this atmosphere.
Not that she cared in the slightest what anyone thought. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she walked alongside Alpher, then turned her head to leak a complaint at the person beside her.
"Young Master."
"Yes."
"…No, but those bastards—when I was coming in alone they were sitting there debating whether to even open the door~?"
"……Pardon?"
"They said it's open to all, but isn't this just discrimination?"
She flicked the hem of the robe as if shaking it out and strolled down the marble corridor at her leisure. The dress revealed beneath that robe was thin and demure—but the voluptuous body hidden under it pushed the fabric up with every step, its silhouette unmistakable.
Alpher, keeping to himself the truth she alone seemed unaware of, simply smiled in silence.