Chapter 21. To a Wider World (1)
Chapter 21. To a Wider World (1)
It was still dawn.
A dawn closer to night than morning.
It would be a while before the sun rose.
Helen was sleeping in my arms, breathing ssak ssak.
She looked very tired.
After dinner, we'd gone at it a whopping three times in a row.
It had been a bit rough.
I hadn't held back on the spanking either.
I'd smacked her ass with a wooden spatula, savoring that overwhelming tightness of hers.
Helen loved it.
Every time I spanked her ass.
She even begged for more.
Could she have masochistic tendencies?
Well, if so, that was even better.
I gently detached Helen from my arms.
Careful not to wake her.
I slipped off the bed like a ghost, seureureu.
Even if I closed my eyes again, sleep wouldn't come.
Better to practice magic than lie awake all night.
First, I added more firewood to the fireplace.
The dying flames revived.
Adding warmth to the cabin.
I started by reviewing yesterday's battle.
Yannick charging at me with his longsword.
I hesitated for a split second.
Fire Bolt or Stun Chain.
Which spell to use?
The decision came in an instant.
I chose Fire Bolt.
Why?
Yannick had gotten a shock from my Lightning Magic before.
So he might have prepared countermeasures against Lightning Magic.
That's what I thought.
That's why I went with Fire Bolt.
Whether he'd actually prepared anything is still a mystery, but anyway, Fire Bolt took him down.
Sticky flames like napalm.
They devoured the Old Knight's body.
Magic gets stronger with practice.
That's not all.
With creativity and imagination, you can customize it to your taste.
Upper right of my vision.
0/1 remains the same.
The message hasn't changed either.
[Between love and friendship. Sometimes, you need the courage to cross that line.]
I need to solve the riddle.
But right now, it's just vague.
If I can't solve that riddle.
I won't be able to reunite with Lieselotte.
Anyway, we can't meet right now.
So all I can do is research magic on my own from all angles.
"Fire."
A red flame formed at my fingertips.
I poured my will into it.
Making it bigger, then smaller.
Next, temperature control training.
Not just willing the flame hotter, I even moved my lips.
"Get hot.. get hot.."
The flame gradually turned blue.
Unbelievably hot now.
My face feels scorching.
Can I make it even hotter?
This is my limit for now.
But with diligent practice, maybe.
Transcendent high heat would be useful in many ways.
It could revolutionize weapon making.
I'll keep researching it.
Practicing diligently like this.
The surroundings gradually brightened.
But it's not full morning yet.
Still a ways off from daybreak.
"Uung.."
Helen rubbing her eyes and sitting up.
She immediately looks at me.
"When did you wake up?"
"A while ago."
"Not tired?"
"I'm fine."
I chuckled and got up.
"You okay? You can sleep more."
"Yeah!"
Helen shuffled off the bed, washed her face, and brushed her teeth.
We decided to grab a quick breakfast.
Eating a heavy meal would slow us down.
"For some reason, I feel all sentimental.."
Helen, wiping her face with a towel.
Muttering as she looked around the cabin.
The expression on her face was strange.
"It was really like hell, but now that we're leaving.."
An unfinished sentence.
But I vaguely understood Helen's mood.
The unwanted sex.
The cruel violence.
Freedom stripped away, like a bird in a cage.
And yet.
This cabin held no malice toward Helen.
"Um.. honey?"
Helen, who had been standing awkwardly, approached hesitantly.
"Let's go to the bed.."
"Yeah."
I didn't refuse.
Outdoor play in the dead of winter is impossible.
So until we reach a village or city, we won't be able to fuck.
Therefore, we should do it as much as possible while we can.
We got on the bed.
We still had time.
We could probably do it twice.
In 69 position, facing each other's privates.
Brown pubic hair trimmed in an inverted triangle.
The slit below it was already soaking wet.
Chok chok.
Starting with kisses on the inner thighs.
Licking the sensitive spots with my tongue, advancing toward the clitoris.
Helen was enthusiastic too.
Straddling me.
Licking and sucking my rock-hard cock without pause.
"Chueup.. churup.. jweuup.. haa.. like it?"
"Fucking love it!"
My mind is going hazy.
The thick, musky scent of a married woman's pussy wafting from her spread slit.
Plus the high-viscosity love juices dripping down.
If I'm not careful, I'll blow my load right there.
Helen, turned from married woman to widow.
Since her husband died.
No more NTR anymore.
That was a bit disappointing.
Should I have kept Bruno alive a little longer?
Fucking Helen while watching him tremble was pretty fun..
No point regretting the past.
Hunter Bruno died long ago.
His corpse was torn to shreds by beasts.
Not even a single bone fragment left.
And here I am, alive.
Voraciously devouring the wife Bruno lost.
I grinned.
Putting her clitoris in my mouth and rolling my tongue.
Churup churup.
"Higyaaek..!"
Helen's reaction was intense.
It was already soaked with juices.
And now, she squirted on top of that.
Pususuushut!
Some say it's urine.
But it's colorless, odorless, not really unclean.
So even though my face got hit with a full-on squirt storm, I felt pleased instead.
"Ho.. honey.. sorry.. sorry.. haeuk.."
Apologizing Helen.
She didn't do anything wrong to begin with.
But her humble attitude admitting fault where there was none was quite nice to see.
"If you did wrong, make it up to me?"
"Haa.. haa.. sure.. just a sec.."
Burying her face in my crotch.
Helen caught her breath for a while.
Her hot breath tickled my glans.
I waited silently.
The afterglow of orgasm lasts quite a while.
Finally getting off the bed, Helen.
Took a bottle from the shelf.
Inside was oil extracted from various herbs and seeds.
I immediately lay face down.
Helen climbing onto my ass.
Without warning, she poured a ton of oil on my back.
Is my body hot? The oil felt a bit cold.
But no matter.
It'll heat up soon.
Helen's two hands started rubbing my back.
"Euu.."
Impressive palm pressure.
It had to be.
Helen's grip strength is well-trained from archery.
Not just kneading my back.
She rubbed my trapezius.
Loosened my shoulder muscles.
Her hands gradually went lower.
Stimulating my erector spinae and glutes.
Feels so good..
Sex is great.
But lying comfortably like this, letting a woman's hands take over, is ecstatic too.
Jurureuk.
Helen poured more oil on my back again.
And that wasn't the end.
She poured oil on her own body too.
Then pressed her breasts against my back.
And started rubbing them all messy.
"Haa.. honey.. like it..?"
"Fucking love it. Keep going."
Her breasts slid over my shoulders, back, and waist, creating pleasure.
Occasionally in my ear.
Helen blew hot breath.
Chilling yet stimulating.
"Turn over."
"Yeah."
This time, I lay on my back looking at the ceiling.
Helen overlapped her body on mine again, rubbing and grinding.
Her skin was endlessly soft.
But the muscles beneath were so firm.
Softness and firmness.
The two sensations harmonizing.
Delivering supreme pleasure.
"Haa.. honey.. already.."
Helen reached down with her hand.
Grasping my already maxed-out meat club.
"Can I put it in?"
"Of course."
Cock. Dick. Meat club. Cock.
Whatever you call it.
This part was made to plunge into a woman's pussy.
That's the essence.
So I had to put it in.
"I'll be on top.."
"Yeah. I'll evaluate how much your hip skills have improved, so do your best."
Gulp, the sound of swallowing.
From Helen's throat.
With a determined expression, she sat on top of me.
Jjeubuk!
With a lewd friction sound.
In the blink of an eye, the cock disappeared.
The hip grinding started right away.
Helen rhythmically shook her waist.
While grinding her clitoris furiously against my lower belly.
"Haeung.. so good..! Too good..!"
The pleasure I felt was a bit less than pounding.
Still, the sight of this bitch shaking her hips like crazy for pleasure was a rare treat for the eyes.
"Hauk..!"
Suddenly, Helen pulls out the cock.
Following that, clear liquid spurted from her slit, pusut.
Not just my belly.
Enough to soak my chest and neck.
"Sor.. sorry.."
Helen leaned down.
Licking her squirt off my chest.
"I'll apologize.. with pounding.."
After cleaning with her tongue.
Nonstop cowgirl!
In pounding position.
Her ass-shaking was so slutty it melted my brain.
Jjeubuk jjeubuk jjeubuk jjeubuk!
Pussy walls clamping from all sides.
Slippery from love juices.
But the tightness more than compensated.
In the midst of it, Helen came twice.
Each time she came.
Her pussy bit down with transcendent tightness.
So I didn't even need to look at her messed-up face to easily tell when Helen orgasmed.
"Euk.. limit.."
I couldn't hold out anymore either.
Living with Helen.
We'd fucked dozens of times.
I'd thought I'd adapted somewhat to this brutally tight pussy pressure..
But that was arrogant delusion.
Fuck, how do you adapt to this tightness?
You can't get used to 100℃ boiling water just by dipping your hand in often.
Byureureureut.. byureureureureut..!
The huge cock starts throbbing wildly.
Helen looked down at me with a pleased face, moving her hips even more violently.
"Honey.. was it good?"
"..."
No need to answer.
My expression said it all.
We fucked three more times in a row.
By the last one, not a drop of cum left.
My completely drained balls felt like they were protesting to take it easy.