The Saintess and the Hero Stayed in One Room
"Sorry, but we've only got one room left."
Marian's face flushed red at the innkeeper's annoyed words. She'd anticipated various inconveniences from traveling without her entourage, but this situation was definitely beyond her expectations. It had been several days since leaving the capital, but this was the first time they'd encountered an inn with just one room available.
"That can't be right. This place is so big!"
"Don't even get me started. Something must've gone down in Butler Territory—everyone's flooding in here, and we're swamped. That room's the last one, and you got lucky."
Marian had no choice but to accept the explanation. Refugees were indeed pouring into Butler Territory, forcing even the locals to flee inward toward the empire's heartland.
"Just look somewhere else. Though good luck—everywhere's probably booked solid."
Overwhelmed by the innkeeper's dripping irritation, Marian didn't know what to do. But at that moment, the hero—who'd been quietly listening to their exchange—spoke up.
"Does it matter?"
"Huh?"
"We can just sleep separately in the one room, right?"
"...Y-yeah, I guess so."
Marian blushed even deeper, mumbling her response. It made her feel like she was the one harboring weird thoughts! Well, okay, she was having weird thoughts. Riding a horse for the first time in her life had been far rougher than a carriage—the vibrations were intense, and the horse's rounded back pressed right up against her crotch far more intimately than any chair. By now, her panties were soaked through with arousal.
"Then let's just stay here."
Marian wanted to snag separate rooms somehow, but a strange anticipation bubbled up too. No way we can actually share a room... right?
The innkeeper, gauging her reaction, quickly slid over a room key.
"100 silvers."
"...Wh-what? That's outrageous!"
"Don't like it? Sleep outside."
It was blatant price-gouging, but Marian quickly tallied her coins and snatched the key. She could've sworn the innkeeper's lips curled in a sly smirk, but she dismissed it as her imagination.
Just sleep. That's all. Just sleep.
**
"You wanna wash up first?"
"W-wash up?"
Marian's eyes widened in flustered surprise at the hero's question. She hadn't expected him to reveal his true colors the moment they entered the room. Then again, recalling their first meeting, it wasn't that shocking.
"...Sweating from the ride. If you're not washing, I'll go first."
But contrary to her expectations, the hero said it with complete nonchalance and headed straight for the bathroom. Left alone, Marian—face burning—kicked the bed in frustration, only to clutch her foot and roll around the floor.
Snap out of it, Marian! It's just a trip—no, a mission! A holy duty to save the refugees!
She slapped her cheeks with both hands to steel herself. But the sound of running water from the bathroom drew her gaze inevitably. With soul projection, she could peep on his magnificent body anytime. She shook her head, rallying her resolve again. Peeking now might lead to an "accident" that night.
In the end, she endured until he emerged, then fled into the bathroom herself. Her soaked panties had been nagging at her anyway.
Hope it doesn't smell weird or anything...
She sniffed the wet spot after peeling them off—thankfully, no odd odor. Fresh from her shower, she stepped out to find the hero lounging on the sofa.
"Bed's yours."
"R-right, of course. I paid for it."
Deep down, Marian didn't mind sharing, but she couldn't voice that. So they slept apart. The hero conked out fast from exhaustion, but Marian grew restless as the night deepened. Her mind kept drifting to him, her lower body itching unbearably.
Hoo, Marian. Just once. No—a little bit, then sleep.
Unable to hold back, she made the promise to herself and initiated soul projection.
**
Would you look at this girl.
I stared at Marian in disbelief—but kept my face neutral, pretending to sleep. I'd known something was off with her since we rode Talion out of the capital Lidea. Her body against my back felt feverishly hot, and she'd been subtly grinding her hips back and forth.
I already knew she'd fully degenerated into a pervert, so I'd been surprised to see her obediently hit the bed. But it wasn't long before her soul slipped free from her body. The ethereal Marian flitted around in front of me, checking if I was asleep.
I kept my eyes shut just in case, but soon felt a strange sensation down below. Cracking my lids, I confirmed the situation: Marian, straddling me just like on horseback, rocking her hips.
She was grinding her pussy right over my cock. I still had pants on, of course, but in soul form, she phased right through— the subtle texture of her folds gliding over my shaft was crystal clear.
Like riding a rail, she enveloped my length with her labia and slowly bucked her hips. After a while, as pleasure built, her hands gripped my chest. Clutching my torso, she shook her hips faster, lips parting in a lewd murmur.
Hot.
That's what her lips formed, plain as day. A soul feeling heat was odd, but given how astral monsters were weak to fire magic, it made sense.
Anyway, she kept grinding until greed took over. Her pussy, sliding along my cock, began parting to swallow the head. Glancing at her face, she looked tense, pressing down bit by bit.
I didn't know if souls had hymens, but something wasn't going her way—she frowned slightly.
Hah, this won't do.
I had no intention of letting her have her way, so I deliberately shifted in my "sleep." Marian's soul—laser-focused on the sensation—jolted. She leaped off in startled panic, but soon crept back atop me, desire overriding caution.
This repeated several times. I let her grind freely, but whenever she tried more, I'd twitch. Half-joking, but her growing frustration—twisted agony on her face—egged me on.
Before long, dawn broke through the window.
**
"Sleep well?"
The innkeeper grinned knowingly at us. His expression was annoying, but understandable—he'd gotten the wrong idea. Even after one night, Marian looked drained and weary.
I could've pulled an all-nighter no problem, but her condition after constant soul projection seemed rough even to me.
"Whoa, sir, go easy next time."
"Th-that's not what happened!"
Marian bristled at his teasing, but it only deepened his smirk.
Good thing she didn't show up in her usual outfit.
I glanced at her clothes, relieved. Her true identity leaking would've caused chaos.
"Mister! Seriously, it wasn't like that!"
"Let's go."
I grabbed Marian's arm—mid-yell at the innkeeper—and dragged her out. Talion wagged his tail happily at our appearance. His once-barely-visible horns were now obvious with a glance.
This guy's horns might blow our cover soon.
I resolved to trim them soon. Not because his cheerful mood these past days irked me. Absolutely not.
Anyway, Butler Territory was just a short ride away.