Chapter 24
Marian admitted her defeat. 'Crazy bastards. Truly mad bitches.' The saintess, who had been secretly hiding and watching Jena and the hero's antics, harbored thoughts utterly unworthy of her station.
All the soldiers were banned from leaving their barracks, but Marian was the exception. No matter how much of a half-baked saintess she was, the knight commander couldn't just lop off her head. Even if it hadn't been that kind of situation, Marian would have spied on the two anyway. After what she'd seen during the day—and with them even posting guards at night—she was dying to know what they might get up to.
That's how the saintess ended up hiding near the hero's tent, confirming where Jena and the hero were headed before tailing them all the way here. When she first spotted them heading to the horse paddock, her heart raced. She half-thought they were planning some lovers' elopement. A hero or not, there was still a huge class gap between him and Jena from the Darius family.
It would be a problem for her position—and world peace—if the hero vanished, but even she couldn't help her heart fluttering at this unexpected romance. Power-hungry as she was, she was still just twenty-one. Naturally, she harbored some girlish longing for such tales of love.
But what Marian witnessed wasn't some innocent budding romance. It was pornography so shocking and outrageous it stunned even her, the saintess from the sleaziest alley in Raksha Street.
"Jena, I heard Talion doesn't let anyone but his master ride him?"
"Jena... Jena only lets Hero ride her too! Hee-hing!"
"You're serious about that?!"
"Hee-hee-hee-hing!! Ah! Yes! So harder! Grip Jena's mane tighter, hee-hing!"
The noble daughter was neighing like an actual horse, while the so-called hero smacked her precious ass like he was whipping a mount.
"Hee-hing! Je-Jena's galloping!"
What made the scene even crazier in Marian's eyes was that they were copulating—no, fucking right then and there. The hero thrusting his hips wildly and Jena's head jerking with each motion did make it look like he was riding for real at a glance. But Marian saw it as a collapse of human dignity.
Of course, she knew tastes varied. If they just enjoyed sex like horseback riding without hurting anyone, fine. The problem was the location. Why come to the stables, ignore a perfectly good tent, and fuck while neighing like beasts? Marian couldn't fathom it. Even the horses were staring oddly at Jena mimicking their whinnies.
She couldn't believe Jena had fallen this far.
'Could it be the hero's kink?'
Once again, Marian's suspicions arrowed toward the hero. No way the lofty Darius lady had tastes like that. And while Jena was a bitch, she hadn't been like this before. Sneaking into the stables at night for beastly sex started after meeting the hero—so logically, he was the culprit.
"Jena, tired already?"
"N-No. Spank Jena's ass more... or Jena won't gallop. Jena's a naughty filly, hee-hing."
Marian swallowed hard, staring at Jena's depravity. Eyes half-rolled back, drool spilling from her mouth as she shook—it reminded her of peeking at her mother's secret moments as a kid.
'Haa...'
Marian exhaled hot breath, eyeing the hero. Until moments ago, she'd considered offering her virginity to steal him back. She lacked Jena's solid family backing, but she figured her feminine charms were equal or better. As a saintess, she knew her position stirred men's secret fantasies.
'No way, no way, no way, no way.'
But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't satisfy the hero's bizarre tastes. Getting pounded while neighing in front of horses? Just imagining it filled her with self-loathing dizziness.
And unlike her, Jena seemed perfectly matched—no, thriving in it. If that blissful smile was acting, she'd be better off joining a theater troupe than leading knights.
'Ah, guess I have to give up.'
Marian thought that watching their copulation—no, fuckfest. Her saintess role was compensation for her Raksha origins complex. Tossing away her dignity to keep it? That was backwards and absurd.
With a regretful glance at the hero, Marian slowly turned away. No reason to watch their intimate time anymore.
But once again, she failed to notice her panties soaking through.
'She's leaving.' I watched Marian slip out of the paddock, a pitying look on my face. Yeah, it might be pretty shocking for a saintess. Even I, the one doing it, was kinda stunned.
Jena had exceeded my expectations, fully immersed. She even flashed a victor's grin at Talion mid-thrust.
"Hee-hing. Ha-uk... Pull Jena's mouth with your fingers. Hee-hee-hit!"
I obliged, shoving fingers into her mouth. Now fully accustomed, she wrapped her tongue around them and sucked them deep into her throat.
I tickled her mouth lightly, then yanked back. Her lips stretched, head tilting up.
"Hee-hit... Hee-hee-hing. It hurts, Hero! Makes me gallop!"
Her slurred words came out mangled before she slammed her hips wildly again. Each up-down sent thrilling pressure like my cock might get pulled out. Her legs and my thighs were already soaked from her multiple orgasms.
Plap, plap, plap.
Wet flesh slapping echoed obscenely through the stables.
"Jena, I'm cumming."
"C-Cumming? Hee-hit. Je-Jena too! Gri-Grip the mane..."
"Hngh!"
Feeling her pussy walls clamp madly, I twisted her hair at the nape. Nothing made her squeeze like that.
"Haaaah!!"
She moaned fiercely, clenching tight. I unleashed into those squeezing walls. Even as cum refluxed from her womb, she kept grinding like it wasn't enough. Slick mix of fluids smeared between us.
"Still grinding after I cum? Look at the mess. How're you taking responsibility, Jena?"
I pulled out. She toppled over, balance lost. A twinge of guilt hit, but she sprang up, asking:
"Cleanup. Jena cleans cock real good."
"Ah..."
"Give Hero's carrot to Jena! Hee-hing!"
She crawled forward, engulfing my cock without hesitation. In under a fortnight, her tongue expertly lapped every drop—even those near the base.
'Mm.'
Her devotion moved me. Immortal hero body or not, my spent cock stirred under her tongue.
Feeling it swell in her mouth, she looked up wide-eyed in surprise.
"Wanna gallop more, Jena?"
Nod.
The thousand-mile steed was just a short ride away.