133 – Night on a Deserted Island with an Enemy Female Soldier (2) – Censored

How did we end up here?

There was no way to explain it other than the atmosphere taking over.

Rachel beneath the night sky was incredibly cute and lovely. I wanted to hold her. To cherish her. To embrace her. Those were the only thoughts that came to mind, she was so beautiful.

We desired each other without anyone taking the lead.

Rachel leaned softly into me. Her eyes glittered like molten gold dust.

“Erich…”

The woman who was once my enemy called my name. Plaintively, as if she couldn’t live without me.

I’m going crazy.

This situation was so tense that my heart wouldn’t calm down.

“Good, Erich, good…”

A different country, a different language.

Different culture, different religion, different ways of thinking.

All those barriers were crumbling helplessly before the blade of being male and female.

“I, I can’t live any longer without you. You can love other women, it’s okay if I’m the very last one… please, just stay by my side.”

I couldn’t understand what she was saying.

But I understood. Every single thing.

To reassure the golden eyes trembling with fear, I carefully removed her clothing. I caressed her warm skin, feeling her body heat.

“Lift your legs.”

“Yes.”

“Your arms too.”

“Ugh… uhn…”

The meekness of her reply stirred a possessive urge within me.

Unwrapped, Rachel was akin to a pair of ripe, glistening cherries. The apricot sheen of her skin, bathed in moonlight, was simply delectable. Her scent carried a sweetness, like a lily yearning for dew.

“Erich, I… I’ve been waiting for this.”

“You’ve been patient, Rachel.”

“It’s all your fault.”

“It’s all your fault.”

“Because you’re so kind to me, because you tempt me…”

“Because you keep showing me this side of you, hah…”

I could bear it no longer. The string of abstinence, barely holding, finally snapped.

Rachel and I shared a kiss.

A deep kiss, and with the caress of her back, Rachel flinched. I took hold of both her hands, pushing in deeper.

Fervent yet tender, we shared the night sky and its starlight.

A favorable response returned. Perhaps this was what she truly desired.

“Hff, uhn…”

Could I not coax a more beautiful sound from her?

Gathering courage, I clutched at her, drawing her close.

“Ah, no…”

“You don’t want this?”

“I’m scared.”

“Then should I stop?”

“No…”

What was I to do?

Still, we had built a rapport over time.

In battle, in foraging for food, in standing night watch.

From the very start, we had acted as if we knew each other intimately.

Now was no different.

Let’s ignore the vague fear. Compared to the life-and-death situations we’ve faced, this is nothing. I simply need to move as she allows.

We exchanged a silent dialogue with our eyes.

Overcoming the faint resistance I felt, I moved my hands and lips.

“Ah….”

The sudden touch is disquieting, bewildering.

Rachel flinches, a startled squirrel. She blinks her damp eyes, asking, “….Does it hurt?”

“No, not that… “

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I like it.”

“Then, this. Ahh.”

Rachel, her mouth open, exhales a hot breath.

“Is it alright?”

I don’t quite know what ‘it’ is, but I nod.

Because I can trust Rachel.

I can trust her with everything, entrust her with my all.

But then, Rachel’s actions cause my heart to plummet. She pushes me down, and does something utterly unexpected.

She begins to sing a song of viscous lust, rolling her tongue with a gentle skill.

Rachel hums a nasal tone, like a lullaby. The sporadic puffs of warm air are maddening, ticklish.

I am being consumed.

Being eaten.

It feels as if I’m being swallowed by a sweet melody.

Rachel’s breath and my heart beat as one, linked.

Just as a jolt of pleasure strikes my brain, climbing to my very chin, Rachel’s first performance ends, regrettably.

“No, not yet…”

But it wasn’t truly over.

Until now, it was only the prelude.

Rachel spoke with her body. Telling me that she would now play the proper movements. And that this movement could never be completed unless we played together.

I will play you.

You will play me.

We must become each other’s instruments, and perform a duet, only then can we reach the finale.

“Erich, hurry…”

“…Haa.”

He sighed, and then answered the call.

Using all five senses, he tuned the instrument that was Rachel, blowing into her with all his might.

It kept veering off-key.

Even when a sound managed to escape, coaxing it to be beautiful was difficult.

Still, he was improving.

With time, he grew more accustomed. His senses sharpened. He understood the right position, the proper rhythm.

Above all, harmony was crucial.

I pierced Rachel, and Rachel embraced me, finding a cadence that suited us both.

As desire led.

As affection commanded.

Like skipping stones, the flowing love calmed even the foam of the waves. I could feel her melody filling with rapture as I delved deeper into Rachel.

Then, holding Rachel tightly, I suddenly withdrew, struck by a sensation like a spasm.

“Haa…”

As the heat subsided, dissatisfaction bloomed on Rachel’s face.

“Why, why are you stopping…”

“Rachel.”

“Huh? Oh, yes.”

I merely spoke her name, and Rachel nodded. She steadied her breath.

Our eyes met once more.

I questioned.

And Rachel answered.

Turning around, Rachel crawled into the sea. Finding a suitable spot, she offered only the sound of her breathing.

No concrete conversation passed between us.

And yet, I was certain. And I resolved.

Yes, having come this far.

Let’s just go all the way and do it.

“Rachel.”

I offer myself as a burnt offering. For this moment alone, I will make you the happiest woman in the world, Rachel. In exchange, I give you my everything, my life.

“Relax.”

I gripped Rachel’s waist.

She wept with a voice so fine it cut.

I poured everything, all that I was, into the woman before me.

“Wait, this… it’s strange… hot…”

With each scrape of the tide against the sand, Rachel responded in kind, a fervent echo. Clammy sweat mingled with the sharp tang of seawater, soaking my very core.

I had done all I could.

Was this enough?

“No…”

“No?”

“Not just once… no…”

Rachel turned, continuing the interlude in the same manner as before. Her breath, now ablaze, brushed against my spine and sent shivers racing. The seawater, which had been cooling my skin, now stoked the fire within anew.

“Where, in God’s name, did you learn to do this?”

“Hmm?”

Rachel looked at me, eyes wide with innocent confusion.

It didn’t seem like feigned modesty.

Then she just figured it out on her own? This being her first time?

Could it be that she possessed a natural, almost preternatural gift for all things…physical?

“Erich, more, mo-ore…”

A genius, it seemed.

The brief interlude concluded, and the second movement began immediately. We rolled, half-submerged in the water, until we finally clawed our way onto the sand. We refined our movements, adjusting to each other, searching for the most harmonious arrangement.

Damn it, leave it to a dragon knight…

But the position we’d found, I had to admit, was surprisingly comfortable. Perhaps it was Rachel’s inherent skill, making everything so much…easier.

And so, the second movement faded into the third, then the fourth.

Our song continued until the first light of dawn.

“Kgh.”

My consciousness splintered and reassembled itself countless times. I must have dozed off at some point. It was almost miraculous that our lovemaking hadn’t ceased in the meantime.

“Rachel, Rachel?”

“Hngh…”

“It’s morning. We should probably…move.”

“Uh, huh, move, I’m, I’m moving…”

After a closer examination, I realized Rachel was only half-present. All of her actions now were driven by pure instinct.

Exhausted.

Perhaps this is the feeling of being wrung dry.

Like this, the other Valkyries might catch us. Barely clinging to my sanity, I managed to pull Rachel off and get her dressed. It was a first for me, having my stamina fail before my magic in all my years.

“The sun’s up! Move, move quickly!”

“Ah… already?”

*Already*? You little devil.

*

It was while Erich and Rachel were entangled, reaffirming their hearts for each other.

Tiria, hidden behind a boulder, steadied her breathing.

“Haa… haa…”

I thought it was a vain fantasy, but it was real.

They were in such an intimate mood, then transformed into beasts so quickly…

Even after witnessing that spectacle, she couldn’t rashly step in and stop them.

She had overheard Rachel’s words to Erich earlier.

As a Valkyrie, Rachel was in a position where, upon returning to the unit, she would have to, in principle, kill Erich and his comrades again. Unless the war ended, she would have to continue carrying out her mission to assassinate mages.

Indeed.

It was a tragedy.

There was only one definite way to avoid such a tragedy.

Pregnancy.

Under the Holy Empire’s military law, if a female soldier became pregnant during wartime, she was immediately discharged, no questions asked. This was to preserve the future population, taking into account the post-war situation.

Considering it from that perspective, this act was unavoidable.

“Major… haa…”

Tiria had already finished her conversation and resolved her longing with Rachel. Regaining her composure, she carefully tried to rise from her spot.

It would be best to pretend I didn’t see anything.

“…”

Just a little.

Just a tiny peek, wouldn’t hurt, right?

After all, she too would eventually share love with Erich.

Knowledge gained only from books might not be useful in practice. That was because what Tiria had been reading wasn’t proper textbooks, but novels. And intensely lurid, titillating pulp novels at that.

Now was the time to learn. The proper way of man and woman joining!

Tiria peeked her head out, ever so slightly.

“Hng…!”

W-what is that?

Are all men like that?

Her first impression, a terrifying one, had Tiria in its grip. She covered her mouth with a hand.

“W-wow…”

Each subsequent action of Rachel’s was just as Tiria knew it would be. That’s… that position. And that’s that one.

Hmm, I know all of this.

Why do I know this?

Me… a Saintess?

Tiria felt a simultaneous sense of intellectual superiority and self-loathing.

In any case, affection between a man and a woman, when witnessed, always held a ticklish quality, stirring those feelings in onlookers as well.

Tiria was no exception.

She felt her body and mind begin to float.

Terrified of being caught, her heart pounded. Still, she stole peeks, imagining the scenes that would follow.

It was the same feeling she got from reading scandalous novels long ago.

“Goddess, please forgive this immature girl…”

Tiria shuddered at the burgeoning guilt, writhing, and so practiced pleasure until dawn.

But no matter how much she drank alone, it wasn’t enough.

No, the more she did, the more her thirst intensified. It was as if she were continuously drinking seawater to quench a parched throat.

“Erich, me too…”

She was, after all, only human.

Tiria imagined herself in Rachel’s place. Dark hair turned white, human ears morphed into elven ones. Being violated so intensely, relentlessly, deeply, reaching climax.

She remained trapped in her private world for hours. She drank the water she brought. That wasn’t enough. Tiria only swallowed saliva. By the time the sun rose,

A rustling sound brought her groggy mind back to alertness.

“Ah, uh, th-this…!”

Erich, finished with his business, was carrying Rachel on his back, heading this way.

She’d be caught if she stayed.

Tiria hurriedly grabbed her canteen and rose. Left behind were two round, damp patches and a musty odor.