Chapter 55 – What Magic Is.

After crying to the fullest, he felt cool, as if a stone had fallen off a corner of his chest, but he felt awkward and put on the helmet he had thrown away.

“Ah.”

Then Sif let out his voice as if he was sorry, but he cleared his throat to clear his throat from crying and opened his mouth.

“Umm, it’s late, so let’s go to bed today.”

When Sif stood up, smiling as if he couldn’t help it, Donnar shook off the blanket that was spread on the floor and covered her body. When I left the empty carriage, the night had already deepened as it deepened, and the world was colored by night. The Milky Way, drawn by twinkling stars instead of the sun, illuminated the path they were walking. The cold air hit my skin, but I didn’t feel it was strangely cold. In front of a wagon that arrived like that.

“Is this where you slept?”
“Yes, thank you for today.”
“No, what did I do?”

Donar was ashamed to have cried when comforting him was not enough. Opening the carriage door and watching her enter the door, Donard opened his mouth impulsively.

“Sif.”
“Yes?”

Sif turned to the sound of his voice calling him, and immediately widened his eyes at the soft touch that covered his lips. Donard had his visor up before he knew it. It fell shortly after, but Sif was caressing his lips absently in an unexpected surprise, and his voice was heard again.

“That… I like it. There are so many things I want to say. This one word is too heavy and difficult, so it’s late.”

The night was still bathed in starlight.

“Sigh!”
“Didn’t I touch you wrong?”

As Sif groaned, Donnar stopped his fingers from rubbing her crotch and asked. When she asked if she was in pain, her words were careful and warm.

“Um, go, it’s okay. So keep going.”

Feeling her body burning with excitement and anticipation she had never felt before, she urged him to say that nothing was wrong. Sif did not let go of the torrent of emotions she couldn’t handle, so as if she confessed and ran away, it wasn’t enough to catch him and lead him inside. Originally, I hadn’t planned to do something like this here. It was because there was a friend who rode a carriage with Sif. He’s a friend who doesn’t wake up well no matter what he does after he falls asleep, but he went there thinking that it would be better to do it somewhere else. It was fine now.

The moment she received Donard’s confession and a shy kiss, her mind turned white. Was it because she originally thought she wanted to sleep with him? Her urges, which she could only explain as lecherous enough to be ashamed of herself, drove her to act. Sif suppressed his shame and took him to the bed he was using and seduced him as best he could. She whispered that her lips-to-lip kisses were not enough, and that she wanted to be one with him. Did her seduction work? Donard finally shed his cold armor.

“Whoops, ha!”

Donnar swallowed as Sif’s excited moans tickled his ears. The first time she led him into the carriage and seduced him, she was embarrassed. If the empty carriage smelled of cold, stale dust, the inside of Sif’s carriage was warm and smelled of her. She whispered that she wanted him now in her room was more tempting than the girl who had seduced him with her pathetic wife as if she had given up everything in her empty carriage.

Sif’s blonde hair shimmered and her luscious breasts swayed little by little. Her private spot, tucked under that belly, was rubbed against his hand, dampening her white undergarments. The feel of the mound wrapped around her fingers through a piece of wet underwear. At that point, Donard pulled her underwear aside and poked his thick fingers inside her.

“Huh!”

Sif’s mouth let out a groan with a choking sound. Wouldn’t he think of herself as a lewd woman? Sif’s face grew hot. It was the first time Sif felt like this. Her plate just treated her body like a toy, but didn’t pay attention to her while looking at her like this. When the man touched himself, he just waited for this moment to end. Just by changing people, what was terrible became a moment of joy.

Everywhere Donard touched her body, a shameful yet hot sensation tickled her. It was to the point of loving her touch, a mixture of curiosity, consideration, and lust as he weakly grasped her skin and breasts. He wanted Sif. Her lower belly itched, and the place itched so much. His thick fingers jabbed and scraped her inside, burning her longings. She wanted Donard. No matter how thick it was, it was a regrettable pleasure and desire that could not be satisfied with only his fingers.

“Donnar.”

I called his name in an anxious voice without even adding the words that were always attached to his name. He lifted Sif by the waist and soon the two sat across from each other on the bed. It wasn’t bad to just lie down, but it was nice to sit face to face like this and look at each other. As their foreheads met, Donard’s clear brown eyes and Sif’s sad green eyes followed each other’s gaze. Soon, even their lips met. Even then, my heart was pounding in my chest. I wanted to cherish this moment as if it were forever. Then Sif felt a heavy presence on his belly. You can tell without looking. It belonged to Donnar.

“Stop it, yours. Huh.”

Donnar grabbed Sif’s body and carefully lifted her up without straining her. Looking up at Sif from underneath her, she saw her breasts against his face. Raising her head, she was looking down at herself.

“I’ll put it in now.”

Seeing her nod, Donnar set the tip of the object against hers and slowly set her body down. Her wet petals warmly embraced his object little by little. Before long, her body came down completely and fit him perfectly.

“Haha!”

She hugged him and let out a sweet sigh. It was the beginning of a precarious tug-of-war between desire and love. The pleasure that arises from shaking each other’s bodies overlapping each other, the joy that arises from uniting with the longed-for partner.

“Huh!”
“Big!”

The moonlight sitting by the window watched the two of them bear fruit, rising from the pleasure that rose to the end.

“I’ll go now.”
“…Can we sleep together?”

Seeing Donnar wearing cold, heavy armor after all relationships had ended, Sif felt sorry for him and grabbed him.

“I’m going to sleep now. It’ll be a big deal if I doze off while driving the wagon tomorrow.”
“I guess so.”

He kissed her on the cheek as she complained like a child. The moment of magic was over and it was time to return to being a knight.

“Tomorrow, we will pass through the cloud region. And once we get out of that cloud region, this long, long journey will come to an end.”
“You’re arriving at Lantua.”

Lantua, where dwarves mainly hold sovereignty over the country, was famous for being a free city. That is why they have traveled this long way from home. It took more than a year to get there, and it’s too far to go back, so far away that home is untouched. He wouldn’t have been able to come this far if he hadn’t made all the preparations to make the top.

“So, when you get there.”
“Yes?”

Puzzled by Sif’s sighing, Donnar swallowed and continued.

“Will you marry me?”

Sif wondered if he had heard it wrong. He thought However, he held out the ring as if he were talking, not an illusion. The ring he presented was a pair of plain but expensive silver. But what caught her eye was the cloth wrapped around the ring. When was she ready? The cloth wrapped around the ring looked like a very old cloth. Except for a few, there was no place that was fine. Nevertheless, the remaining patterns were telling us what kind of value the fabric originally had.

“Eh, when will this happen?”
“It’s been a while, no, it’s been a long time.”

Donard scratches her head in embarrassment at her question.

“But I am a defiled body. That’s what I am.”
“I don’t care about that. There’s no need to care. No matter what anyone says, I can’t be without you.”

I’m a stupid and pitiful man who didn’t know that the person I liked was going through such a thing, but would you accept me like this? His words are terrifying.

“Huh. Yes, I like it.”

This time Sif burst into tears. So their day was coming to an end.