The Hero Is Not in a Hurry
"Hngh… haaang… Y-you’re… too… good… haat…!"
I watched Marian moan as I fondled her pussy with my hand. Her slightly parted slit revealed a protruding clit that I teased, while below it, her tense hole leaked obscene fluids.
Marian writhed on my bed like she was one with it, messing up the neatly made sheets in the process.
She's lost it.
I thought that as I gazed at Marian squirming in peak arousal. Anyone on the continent would get hard watching her now. Her reactions were so pure, clumsy, and utterly lovable.
The problem was that she was the saintess of the Gaiana Church, and that lewd, pleasure-drunk expression and tone stirred a twisted sense of taboo in me. Sure, the church's doctrines didn't preach abstinence, but seeing their saintess like this still felt like crossing some forbidden line—a naughty thrill.
"Hnnng… haa. Th-there… hngh!"
When I flicked her clit, Marian shuddered and gasped. Maybe it was the alcohol, but her honest demands turned me on, so I teased around it deliberately, avoiding direct contact. As my hand danced close but never quite touched, she lifted her hips, desperately trying to press her clit against my fingers.
A game of hide-and-seek in the tightest space. But in a battle between her wiggling waist and my nimble fingers, the winner was obvious. Frustrated, Marian finally reached down and started rubbing her own clit.
"Hngh, haaang… H-here… it feels so good…"
I let out an incredulous chuckle at Marian mumbling with completely glazed eyes as she stroked herself. It was a wonder how she'd held back this long.
Anyway, the sight was incredibly stimulating, and I was getting aroused too. I rubbed near her hole with one hand while yanking off my pants with the other. When I freed my throbbing cock, Marian's hazy gaze drifted to my crotch.
That mix of curiosity and greed made me naturally thrust it toward her at the bed's edge.
"Marian, it doesn't seem fair if you're the only one having fun, does it?"
"…I-I'll make you feel good too, Hero."
With that reply, Marian crawled over and took my cock in her mouth. She tumbled a bit, rolling on the bed in a comical way, but she managed to wrap her lips around it anyway.
Huh?
For a first-timer, her technique was surprisingly skilled—I stared at her in shock. I'd been with plenty of women, virgins included, but none had sucked cock this well right out of the gate. Except for Lilite the succubus, that is.
I was baffled by how expertly Marian blew me, but then it clicked.
Right, she's been peeping like crazy all this time.
I remembered Marian was a total pervert who'd spied on me fucking other women. Not from afar like a normal voyeur, either. With her soul projection, she'd shove her face right up close, startling even me sometimes, just to watch.
As the saying goes, seeing is believing. She'd gleaned plenty from observation, so it made sense she could mimic Jena's techniques, at least roughly.
"Haa… Hero, your cock tastes so good."
Marian murmured with unfocused eyes and started licking the shaft. Tonguing up the length while taking the whole thing into her mouth—it was one of Jena's signature moves.
She wasn't a stranger, but sensing Jena's scent on Marian triggered me. Almost reflexively, I shoved deep into her throat.
But no matter how well she imitated, Marian wasn't Jena.
"Gek."
A choked gag escaped her lips. Panicking, I pulled out immediately. Unlike Jena, whose throat was fully trained, Marian's wasn't ready for my cock. An unprepared body rejecting it was only natural.
"Cough. Cough."
"You okay… Marian?"
Already feeling guilty, I asked worriedly as she coughed with teary eyes.
"I-I'm… cough… fine…"
She tried to play it off, but her body was rebelling hard. I glanced at the water pitcher in the corner and headed over.
Pour.
I filled an empty cup. No way was I forcing my dick down a coughing girl's throat.
"H-Hero… I-I'm really… fine…?"
Marian's voice came from behind. I turned with the glass—and her head drooped toward the floor before snapping back up.
What the?
I stared at her in disbelief. In that split second, she'd dozed off.
"Marian, if you're tired, we can do this another time."
"N-No. Really…"
She started to reply, then her head lolled again. Come to think of it, I'd never seen her drunk in my previous life either. As saintess, she couldn't indulge freely, and with her insecurities, she had no reason to.
So this was her first time truly drunk, across both lives combined. Just as her throat couldn't handle my cock, her body couldn't handle the sudden booze.
She'd held on mentally until now, but that last incident relaxed her too much. She couldn't fight the sleep anymore.
The saintess lounging diagonally on the bed, underwear exposed, looked delicious, but I decided to let her rest.
I had no fetish for forcing a sleeping girl, and I didn't want Marian's first time like that anyway.
"Haa, what now."
I muttered at my raging hard-on. Jena, Karen, and the elf queen were waiting next door anyway. If I wanted relief, it was easy.
As I pondered whose room to hit, the sword propped in the corner started vibrating on its own.
[Fuck me... please!]
The Hero's sword always cried out like that. She wasn't sure exactly when her ego had awakened, but the soul dwelling within the blade craved only one thing.
Each time the Hero's hand touched her, she projected her desire, but oddly, he never reacted.
She fully formed her ego after meeting the World Tree. Influenced by it, she gained a perfect self and form—and an even deeper thirst.
[Fuck me! Please fuck me!]
Crude words, but judging a non-human sword by human standards was pointless. Every time the Hero gripped her, she screamed it, but he ignored her. Instead, he'd flaunt himself pounding other women right in front of her.
She got a hint after encountering the saintess. Her ego wasn't fully formed yet, but she remembered the saintess's soul touching her body.
[Soul form?]
Like the saintess, she resolved to create her own soul form. It was uncharted territory, but not impossible. She'd held a clear shape after meeting the World Tree, after all.
A woman with black hair, flame-like red eyes, and sky-blue eyes. She liked the look and worked to escape her metal body.
[I did it!]
The sword's soul—black-haired with heterochromia—grinned lewdly at the Hero staring in bewilderment.
[Fuck me, Master!]