137 – The Saintess, How Vulgar (2) – Saint

Erich, did this man just call the saintess vulgar?

It stung, but it wasn’t entirely untrue.

Despite her public image, Tiria had once been a devotee of salacious novels. She’d stopped, wracked with guilt, but the knowledge remained.

Vulgar words, lewd positions…

Shameful as it was, she’d even pleasured herself a few times while reading descriptions of the act.

The teachings of the Holy Spirit Church had prevented her from ever directly touching her most private, sacred place for comfort, but that ended today.

If she could endure the fleeting shame, she would soon know pleasures beyond self-gratification.

“Do you…do you despise a vulgar saintess?”

“No.”

Men, the novels had taught, liked women who appeared demure but were secretly wanton.

Erich seemed to be no exception.

Tiria’s faith in the power of bodice-ripping literature soared.

Besides, last time, Tiria had watched Erich and Rachel rolling around on the sand, and through that, she was able to experience the nature of love.

[Why does it feel so good, even though it’s the first time!]

Of course, through novels as well.

Isn’t a loving couple’s first experience supposed to be good?

Therefore, rather than feeling the pain of separation, Tyria was filled with anticipation, imagining the pleasure Erich’s *thing* would bring.

It was at that moment that Erich seized Tyria’s chin.

“Ah…”

“Whether it’s vulgar or not, I am very fond of Tyria herself.”

Erich’s face drew closer, covering Tyria’s lips.

The scent of a man.

It was maddening.

“Are you truly sure we should do this?”

“Don’t ask such things like a man, not one by one. Just do as you please… you’re allowed.”

As she spoke, Tyria fondled her breasts, concealed beneath the black habit. The twin orbs swayed, flaunting their ample volume, captivating Erich’s gaze.

Erich swiftly grasped Tyria’s breast.

A soft sensation, felt even through the fabric. Like touching a finely woven rug. The locus of motherhood, yielding with the slightest pressure, threatened to devour not only his hands but also his very heart.

Truly, a bosom bestowed by the gods.

As he lifted the black habit, a fair, beautiful breast sprang forth.

“Is this where your holiness stems from, Saintess?”

“No! Hnn!”

Jokes aside, Erich began to caress Tyria’s breast gently.

He felt the warm, yielding texture in both hands, stroking and caressing them, then carefully circled her areola, testing the waters.

“Uht, hng. Hnn…”

Tyria exhaled a breathy sigh, moaning with ardent yearning.

Though it had barely begun, her body, having done some prior study, naturally accepted the man’s touch, instinctively deriving pleasure.

Then, Erich pinched his thumb and forefinger together.

His target: a pair of tips, hardening and emitting a suggestive, milky aroma.

Like plucking apples from an orchard, he firmly pinched her nipples.

“Kkeu-heut!”

Tyria covered her mouth, twisting her shoulders.

Her breath caught in her throat, and a sensation bloomed in her lower abdomen.

What is this?

I know what it is.

It’s the peak, right now.

That light, blissful sensation, like walking on clouds – I’d felt it countless times while pleasuring myself.

It was a shameful truth, but Tiria, devoted to stimulating her nipples through diligent reading of sensual novels, knew she was the type to come easily.

And so it was.

“Ah, I think that’s enough. Erich. Please… put it in.”

“Let me loosen you up a little more.”

“uuuh, please don’t.”

Ignoring Erich’s advice that they should prolong the foreplay, she urged him to enter her. Once she’d come, she figured, her insides would be sufficiently relaxed.

Tiria, legs crossed, slipped out of her nun’s habit and lay down.

Only her wimple and tights remained.

Veiling what didn’t need concealing, and leaving unveiled what absolutely should be, she parted her legs before Erich and brought her hand to her crotch.

Rrrrip.

A small tear at the crotch of her precious stockings.

The pale, fleshy mounds exposed, revealing the delicate pink fissure.

Her virgin vulva, hidden until now by nylon, laid bare without embellishment.

“No panties?”

“I didn’t wear any. I wanted to receive yours quickly, so…”

“You’re a pervert.”

“I know, so please, put it in.”

Tiria clung to Erich, begging. She was impatient. Her mind was filled with the desire to receive Erich’s seed, like Rachel. It was a woman’s longing, and also envy.

I’ll be the one to get pregnant first.

“It still seems… insufficient.”

“Aah, don’t say that, hurry! Take your clothes off too!”

With a sigh, Erich finally undressed completely and pulled out his member.

“Wow… a cock.”

“How do you know such vulgar words?”

“From medical books. This is the glans, this is the shaft… and the balls are this shape, wow…”

Up close, and in broad daylight, it was even clearer. So large, so intimidating. Could something that size even fit inside?

“It’s fine. I’m certain I can come.”

Because, you see, Tiria possessed knowledge honed by literature.

[Haaang! It’s too big! I knew bigger was better!]

Whether it’s breasts, or a manhood, anything big is good. An undeniable truth, cross-referenced across countless erotic novels.

Surely, being impaled will feel amazing, right?

She’d even prepared lines to express just how good it felt. Something like, ‘Tiria’s little p*ssy needs more pounding’, or, ‘Fill the saint’s womb with your baby juice’. Tiria felt completely at ease.

But she didn’t know.

That you can’t truly know anything until you experience it firsthand.

“Hurry, hurry!”

Though a little anxious, Erich, clinging to the comforting thought that she knew her own body best, slowly inserted himself into Tiria’s v*ginal opening.

In that instant, Tiria instinctively knew something was terribly wrong.

“Ah?! Aah…?!”

It wasn’t sliding in smoothly.

It was being forced open.

The man’s thing was tearing through her insides, burrowing in.

“Ack, aah, kuh-hot, hot, aaack!”

The subtle pleasure she’d felt moments ago vanished, replaced by a wave of pain.

Erich’s thick shaft, tearing through her hymen and already halfway inside, felt as hot as a branding iron. She couldn’t even breathe properly, as if she’d been impaled on a skewer.

“Ack, hahk, this, it’s no good! Eri, hit…! It, it hurts too much…!”

Erich hastily withdrew.

“Are you alright?”

“My groin, it hurts too much, augh….”

Tiria’s pupils instantly turned violet, her limbs trembling from the pain of penetration.

Bright red virgin blood stained Tiria’s tightly sealed fissure and Erich’s member.

“Hngh, Erich…”

“I’m so sorry. I rushed things too much.”

Only then did Tiria realize. That first experiences could vary drastically from person to person.

No matter how much her sensitivity had been developed by masturbating her nipples, being pierced by a massive cock in a place she had never stimulated even once, required great preparation and resolve.

“I, I shouldn’t have rushed things. To think I trusted only what I read in books, when it was my first time… I should have listened to you…!”

“Don’t blame yourself too much.”

“So, you wouldn’t like a woman as lascivious as I am, yet so clumsy? Isn’t that right?”

Tear-like beads trickled from Tiria’s eyes. Erich gently embraced her, whispering,

“I say again, I do not dislike you.”

This saintly woman is both endearing and pitiful. To think she judged herself ready after such a slight reaction, so eager to unite as quickly as possible.

Rather, it was his own fault for not being firm, for not saying it wasn’t possible, that more time was needed. Erich chastised himself.

He couldn’t let things fizzle out here.

“What am I going to do, Erich? I know it’s wrong, but… I’m frightened. I still feel a throbbing there, I’m scared to try again….”

“It’s alright. Let’s do this. Today, we won’t try. We’ll just embrace.”

“…Just embrace?”

“Yes, only holding each other. And tomorrow, only kisses, and the day after that, we’ll progress further… Let’s try that for a week.”

“A whole week?”

“But we’ll do it whenever we have a free moment.”

“F-Free moments….”

Over a week, gradually increasing her sensitivity.

Even though things had already gone awry, Tiria’s mind, where erotic novels were her only source of knowledge, began to conjure up scenes from the books she’d once read.

[Ah, no! Please, stop now…! I’ll do anything, just please don’t put it in again!]

Stories of tyrannical crown princes tying up heroines, preventing them from reaching climax for days on end.

[The cursed woman cannot achieve climax until her caster permits it.]

Or the tales of captured knightesses ensnared by climax-prohibiting magic, slowly driven mad by wicked sorcerers.

[Why aren’t you coming? You said you couldn’t today? That’s impossible! I’ve been waiting so!]

Short, innocent romances where women who previously were frigid are made into fertile females through a month of affection except the penetration.

Her head priest would’ve ordered five thousand lashes, asking what in the world she was reading.

Regardless, there was some logic to it.

After all, the feeling of eating when merely peckish versus eating when on the verge of starvation is entirely different, is it not?

In other words, it was Erich’s consideration, to only attempt penetration when it wasn’t simply ticklish, but when she truly desired it, to the point of madness.

“…I understand.”

Tiria nestled softly into Erich’s embrace.

And so, the first day was spent focusing on sharing body heat and finding comfort. Indeed, so far, it was neither painful nor frightening. The pain of the rupture was also gradually subsiding.

*

The second day.

“Mmm, *chu-heup*…….”

Erich and Tiria shared kisses, hidden from the other women soldiers’ gazes. Nape of the neck, chest, ears, shoulders, belly, back, waist, thighs, buttocks, and so on, touching and being touched everywhere but their genitals, heightening their arousal.

Each session lasted no more than a minute, ten at most.

They spent the day stealing brief moments of affection whenever their eyes met. Truthfully, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was all they did, made possible by Tiria feigning a cold.

Until then, it was bliss. There was satisfaction too.

A slight, almost frustrating, feeling began to emerge.

*

The third day.

For the first time, they were able to caress each other’s genitals, bringing solace.

“Ugh, this… I think… I think you could put it in now?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Haa, please…….”

“That’s enough for now.”

Even touching was limited to no more than ten seconds. That was the rule they set. Tiria, who had just begun to feel the pulsing of Erich’s cock in her hand, could only drool as Erich stopped her.

It’s a pity.

I want to touch it more, much more. I want to smell it, taste it. But Erich would never allow it.

Drip.

A drop of thick honeydew trickled from between Tiria’s petals.

*

The fourth and fifth days passed in a similar fashion. Tiria felt like she was going insane. It wasn’t just a pretense anymore, she genuinely ached. Her groin throbbed relentlessly, almost unbearable.

“Please! Isn’t this enough?”

“Absolutely not.”

“aaah! Erich!”

“Even if you whine, ‘no’ means ‘no’.”

Saying that, Erich nipped sharply at Tiria’s earlobe. Her long, elven ears twitched with a painful pleasure, causing the world before Tiria’s eyes to shimmer.

“Ears, the ears, no, aah, aah, haah…….”

“I think we should stop here for today. Goodnight.”

So desperate she was, even her ears had become erogenous zones. Not a single climax had been permitted.

While Erich slept, Tiria lay still, wiggling her toes. Her hips undulated against her will, and her legs pressed together. She squeezed her thighs tightly, applying pressure to her rigidly erect clitoris.

“Ah, yes, like that, rubbing, yes, aaah! Erich……!”

“You summoned me?”

“…Erich? Aah!”

Erich seized Tiria’s legs, which had been closed, and forced them wide. He could see her glistening, panting, she-crevice, thick with stretching fluids.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, that is…um…”

“Surely you weren’t…comforting yourself?”

“Oh, no.”

“Truly?”

“Yes, yes! Truly!”

“Swear it upon the Goddess?”

“Ah.”

“I said that doing it alone was forbidden, clearly.”

Erich gestured to his own bulging crotch as he spoke.

“It is difficult for me as well. Still, I bear it, thinking of you, but you mustn’t advance on your own like that.”

“I’m sorry, Erich…”

“If you do it just once more, then I shall extend the duration by a day each time.”

“A day? As much as a day?”

“Thinking about it, that’s much too little. We shall make it three days each time.”

“Aah, no!”

“Too short, is it? Then, a week.”

“Erich, please! Please! Reduce it back to one day! I won’t pleasure myself! I will endure two days more! Please?!”

“Very well, then, one day.”

Erich returned to his bed. Tiria, on the verge of tears, thrashed about upon her own.

“What am I going to do…”

Still two days remaining. For the first time, she wondered if she should not have.

*

And thus, the sixth day arrived.

“Erich, put it in! Please put it in! I feel I am going mad! I cannot bear it any longer! Surely this is enough! Thrust into me. Quickly, quickllly!”

“It is not permitted.”

He had performed every caress imaginable, only to cease just before her climax, countless times. Erich, too, was near madness, but he endured with superhuman patience. All for the sake of Tiria.

This wasn’t enough.

More, more, more.

She needed to be starved even further.

Erich, the communion finished, spoke at last.

“Ah, Tiria. Here, this area, you can start touching it.”

“Here…around here?”

“Yes.”

It was permission that fell like a drop of rain on Tiria, after six days that had felt like torture.

The groin, and the thighs.

Not directly the erogenous zones, but areas where, if she worked at it, she could maybe feel a splinter of climax.

That night, Tiria spread her legs and frantically rubbed the permitted areas.

“Hnn, huhn! Hnnn!”

She bit down hard on her nun’s coif to keep from moaning, pleasuring the area around her crotch.

Unable to touch her hardened clitoris, or the already-flooded petals, she only fiddled with and pinched the mons pubis and inner thighs, driving herself even crazier.

“Hnggh, hngh!”

Erich’s calculation lay here. To leave enough leeway for Tiria to focus there.

She mostly couldn’t.

This was the defined line.

If she crossed over it and pleasured herself, she wouldn’t be able to have s*x with Erich. The thought made her frantic, but she couldn’t reach climax.

It would be better to calm down and just sleep, but that was impossible for Tiria, already melted down like chocolate from six days of languid caresses.

Endlessly swallowing her sobs, Tiria turned her gaze to the descending moonlight.

“Hah, hah…”

Midnight.

Probably, a day had passed.

“Erich, Erich! The day has changed! It’s the seventh day! Do it now! Please?!”

Tiria’s gaze turned toward Erich’s crotch. It was also enormously swollen. He, like Tiria, was unable to sleep.

“What is this, you’re suffering too!”

“Hooo…”

Erich nodded.

“Shhh. Quiet now, come over here.”

They slipped into the thicket, careful to remain unseen by the fox sisters on night watch. A secluded space, born of casually stacked lumber left over from boat-building.

Tiria shucked off her stockings, presenting her backside with a suggestive sway of her hips.

“Erich, hurry! Give it to me, now!”

Doggy-style – a position fit for beasts. Still forbidden by the fundamentalist sects of the Holy Light Church.

The fact that the Saintess of Purification, forced to consider the sensibilities of every sect, was begging for a rear entry spoke volumes of Tiria’s mental state.

*Squelch*.

Erich’s glans met Tiria’s opening.

It’s coming. The big one is coming.

A week’s worth of pent-up pleasure was about to wash over her in a single wave.

Tiria, anticipating the flood, thrust her rear forward, offering a welcome to the approaching penis.

But Erich abruptly pulled back, withdrawing completely.

“…Erich?”

“Thinking about it, I’m not entirely sure if it’s past midnight or not.”

“What? That’s ridiculous! Can’t you see the moon’s leaning west?”

“I can’t be certain.”

“That’s so mean!”

“A promise is a promise. And even if it’s past midnight, it’s not yet afternoon.”

Erich was being exact, counting precisely a week from the moment he’d taken Tiria’s virginity.

Tiria was aghast. Erich, having quelled his desire, stroked her peach-like buttocks, then suddenly pressed his member against her again.

“A-are you going to…put it in?”

“No, but I’ll rub it a little. Endure with this until the proper time.”

“There’s no such…! Ahh…! Haa…!”

*Squelch*, *squelch*, *squelch*.

Erich’s flesh bumped, retreated, bumped again against Tiria’s entrance.

“Liar! Ahh…! Don’t run away, haa…!”

Each time the tip of his glans neared penetration, only to dart away, a spoonful of slick fluid leaked from Tiria’s now glistening vulva.

“Don’t go, I said don’t go…!”

The more she thrust her hips, trying to force him in, the further his cock fled.

If, by chance, they drew close enough for her wetness to latch onto his head, Erich would slap her rear, chasing her away.

And when, as a meager concession, he slowly rubbed the shaft against her opening, the thought that she was only getting the *imitation* of thrusting made her all the more frustrated.

“aaah! Aah! aaah…!”

Truly, a hellish grain-threshing.

Tiria, deciding it was better not to start at all, grabbed her stockings and hurried out.

But sleep was still out of the question.

Her lust roiled ceaselessly, and until it was quelled, restful slumber was impossible.

Her brain had entered a self-induced insomnia mode.

In the end, the craving persisted until dawn, and Tiria, half-gone, could only wait, endlessly, for Rachel’s group to leave for the forest.

“Tiria.”

“Hah, hah.”

Erich approached and spoke.

“It’s been a week as of today.”

“Haa, haa.”

“They’ve all left.”

“Hahk, hahk, hahk!”

Tiria seized Erich’s hand, as if snatching it away. They plunged into the thicket from the early morning, sharing a kiss that felt like her tongue would sever.

Immediately after, Tiria, her chest bare, grasped Erich’s manhood, pleading.

“Please, let me have it inside! I can’t take it anymore! Waaah, please!”

She gripped Erich’s rod and shook it off-beat. Tiria’s vulva continued to leak honey, drenched and slick, but his member remained unaroused.

Under no circumstances should the worst happen.

“Tiria.”

“E, Erich.”

“Suck it.”

Kneeling, Tiria enveloped Erich’s tool with her voluptuous breasts, bringing her lips to the opening where pre-cum beaded.

“Slurp, slurrp, suck, schloop… slurrrrp, huff, schloop…!”

Tiria, coating Erich’s member with his pre-cum and her own saliva, devotedly caressed its length.

A simultaneous boob-job and fellatio, truly a supreme technique achievable only by a select few women.

Erich felt the ultimate pleasure.

Soft yet moist, warm yet scalding.

Especially, her fellatio skills overwhelmingly surpassed Rachel’s.

Just as Erich had done to her, Tiria demonstrated her own skill, expertly stopping right before his climax.

“Hah, hah, hah… Is it…enough now?”

Tiria, flushed crimson, gazed up at Erich with eyes brimming with bashfulness. Saliva, pooled on her tongue, trickled down, further lubricating Erich’s manhood.

Enough to thrust in right away, without a hitch.

Both of them, now, had reached their limit.

Thump.

Tiria, lying back, spread her legs, revealing the ripped stockings without reservation.

Unlike a week ago, the whole expanse was submerged, as if after a great flood.

“Hoo, Tiria.”

“Y-yes, E-Erich.”

“Still scared?”

“N-no. Not scared at all… Ghkk! Want you! I want you so… I’m going, haa, haa, o-on…!”

Tiria’s pupils had already turned violet. Just like the first day.

Her body was ready, but in a corner of her subconscious, she was still afraid of Erich’s member entering her.

An emotion independent of her will, so this wasn’t her true feeling.

Rather, Erich knew this was a trauma that would vanish cleanly the moment he entered.

“Aah, hurry, hurry!”

At Tiria’s cries, repeatedly urging him to penetrate, Erich nodded, slowly widening the entrance to Tiria’s v*ginal passage.

“Oh, Goddess of Healing, please bestow peace and stability upon this maiden… Aah, aah, aaang!”

Erich’s member plunged into Tiria’s v*gina in one swift motion, like riding a waterslide.

Without the slightest sensation of friction, it reached the entrance of her womb with seamless ease.

“Ah, ugh, ack.”

Tiria emitted intermittent moans. Her v*gina throbbed, gently embracing his cock.

She orgasmed weakly the moment he entered.

Before the ripple of pleasure could even subside, Erich’s piston-like thrusts began.

It’s felt. Something thick and hot is moving in and out of Tiria’s insides. The v*ginal walls, clinging tightly to his manhood, were being prodded and scraped, constantly stimulating the pleasurable spots.

“I’m, sca-ared, Erich…! This, so, so, good that…! I feel like I’m falling…! Aah, aah!”

A feeling of swimming in the middle of an ocean without any tools.

She feared she would be swallowed whole by this sea of rapture.

“Tiria, grab on.”

It was then that Erich reached out with both hands. Tiria seized them. The body that seemed to be falling endlessly was pulled back.

They continued their waist-swaying dance, face to face.

*Creak, creak.*

“Ah, unh, ahn, aah…”

Considering she was, in effect, a maiden, Erich modulated his speed so as not to frighten her.

Slowly, leisurely, he inserted his penis, guiding Tiria’s aperture to become accustomed to his manhood.

Tiria’s lust, a chalice already filled to the brim, overflowed with each slow, deliberate insertion, spilling forth in wave after wave of release.

Watching her face melt in continuous climaxes, Erich gradually increased the intensity.

*Thwack, thwack, thwack!*

“Aahn, Erich, yes, haah…! A little faster, thrust harder…!”

“Seems you’re doing alright now.”

“Good, aah…! Ahh?!”

Just as the irises of Tiria’s eyes began to tint pink, Erich released the hands he held.

The safety latch unlatched, and pleasure cascaded down, unrestrained.

In sync, Erich’s hips bucked fiercely, plunging Tiria’s delicate form headlong into a swamp of ecstasy.

To endure the endless onslaught of orgasms, Tiria clasped her hands and prayed to the goddess.

“Goddess, forgive me! I am a Saintess, a base woman, I am sorry, aah…! Have mercy…!”

For someone begging for mercy, she certainly looked remarkably happy.

Behold, didn’t her pupils seem to resemble hearts?

Whether Lumina could control the shape of her pupils was questionable, but there was no doubt that Tiria was a perverted Saintess who reveled in s*x.

Meanwhile, Tiria’s gaze darted between Erich’s face and her own lower region.

She could scarcely believe what she saw, the masculine member sliding in and out at their nexus.

Even so, it proved incredibly arousing, bringing her to a series of light climaxes, a dozen times over, as her contracting insides wrung Erich’s staff.

“Ugh!”

Just a little, just a little harder.

The sight of Tiria leaning forward, rhythmically swaying her hips in an effort to receive his seed, was truly a spectacle.

Her eyes, shimmering with shame, her bouncing breasts, the twitching of her elven ears, and even the *plock, plock* of their joining.

It was more than enough to raise the sensation of Erich’s pent-up desire, a week in the making.

But Tiria’s true weapon lay elsewhere.

“…Magician, does the Saintess’s p*ssy taste good?”

It was her vulgar words, uttered so sweetly.

“Ah, yes! Take me, use me as you wish! Fill my hole, the hole of the church’s leader, with your wizard’s seed, as much as you please! Aah!”

Tiria was a historically rare Lumina, a Saintess. In the last hundred years, she was likely the only one.

To mingle flesh with such a scarce being was exciting enough, but she also urged him to ejaculate inside her, armed with filthy words designed to strike the heart of any man’s fantasy.

Befitting a perverted Saintess who had devoured every kind of erotic novel, her vocabulary was top-tier, and she even knew how to speak in the Wizarding Kingdom’s tongue.

He knew some of it was an act, but he couldn’t help but be aroused.

“Oh, what to do, your cock tastes so good, Wizard-nim! Ah! Hng! I shouldn’t be like this! Ah, aah! Erich! I, I think I’m going to come! Again, I’m coming again…! Kheu-eu-eut…!”

In the end, Tiria, after saying those things herself, found herself more aroused and reached an even greater climax.

“Kuk!”

At that moment, Erich also reflexively shot his seed out, reacting to the sensation of his glans being squeezed.

“Ah, hah, haaah…”

A climax as fleeting as a moment.

Compared to it, a lingering afterglow.

Her flesh, molded perfectly to Erich’s form, squeezed every last drop of his essence remaining in his urethra and pushed it toward her cervix.

A sense of accomplishment for finally receiving it, and the satisfaction of being able to conceive the child of the one she loved.

Overwhelmed with happiness, Tiria collapsed onto Erich’s chest, panting heavily.

“Haa, haa, darling, did I… do well?”

“Yes, very much so.”

Having gone through it once, it wasn’t a big deal. They could have foreplayed enough that day and gotten to this point. He wondered if he had suffered for a whole week for nothing.

“It felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yes, immensely.”

It was a fundamental pleasure that couldn’t compare to self-pleasuring with her fingers.

She wanted to taste more.

Having been greatly satisfied by the previous orgasm, this time it was a revenge match. It was her turn to give back exactly what she had suffered for the past week.

“Erich, prepare yourself.”

Tiria chuckled and began to grind her hips on top of Erich.

But Tiria didn’t know this time either.

That Erich hadn’t used his full strength until now.

“Aah?!”

Barely having regained his strength, Erich tore off Tiria’s stockings and tossed them aside, then flipped her halfway over into a side-lying position.

Yellow eyes, symbolizing joy and satisfaction, and orange eyes, signifying bewilderment, flickered simultaneously.

Because, this position – the side-lying one – inherently forced the woman into a passive receiver role.

*Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!*

With each piston-like thrust that seemed to impale her womb, Tiria understood that Erich had, until recently, been accommodating her.

“Aah! Aah! aaah! Hng! Haaah! Aah! Aah…!”

Beyond those moans, no words, no thoughts, could form as her honey pot was gloriously plundered, driving her to climax.

Finally, her orifice, having received a second load of semen, had reached its limit.

“So you come like that…! Is it now!”

Once she had adjusted, it became a continuous struggle for dominance.

Sucking, licking, tumbling through various positions, bodies intertwined and overturned.

After a brief respite, they moved to another location and resumed.

As the battle dragged on, Erich found himself at a disadvantage. In theory, a man’s ejaculation was finite, while a woman could, depending on the circumstances, reach orgasm freely, and multiple times.

And Tiria, a master of erotic novels, possessed a s*x drive on par with Rachel.

Which meant…

“Hah, hah! How is it? I won, didn’t I? Surrender! Just admit defeat!”

She could milk Erich dry for hours.

But Erich was no pushover either.

“Hooo, who said…”

“You won’t surrender?”

“Never.”

His masculine pride would not allow it. He might, in the future, be forced to pleasure up to four women at once; if his stamina were that of an ordinary man, his wives would be disappointed.

There was a saying in the field of Magical Biology:

Male mages who are proficient in magic also possess superior virility, physiologically speaking.

Applying the theory he had learned from Salvira, it seemed his mana was supplementing his lacking stamina. He didn’t know all the details, being that it was outside his expertise.

But he was sure he wouldn’t be outdone, even if he had to take on Rachel and Tiria at the same time.

“Is that so? Very well.”

Tiria resumed the dominant, cowgirl position.

Her desires were somewhat sated, and she decided that receiving more in-v*ginal ejaculation wouldn’t further increase the chances of conception.

Now, she was focused on testing her endurance against that of her husband.

“Hah, hah, let’s see who wins… shall we?”

*Glug.*

The yielding warmth of Tiria’s interior, accustomed to his presence, softly embraced Erich’s rod.

*

The battle’s outcome: a draw.

Before either could succumb to unconsciousness, Rachel’s group returned, forcing them to sever their connection, a taste of longing on their tongues.

“See you at home.”

The possessive tone of Tiria, already playing the wife, sent a shiver through Erich.

It was, in its own way, a terror.

Something akin to the primal melancholy felt by every married man, a certain awareness of what was to come.

Regardless of all else, his marital life would be, at the very least, dominated when it came to intimacy.

And then, the next day dawned.

“Ah, my aching bones.”

He rose, massaging his lower back, to find the fox sisters diligently crafting a raft.

Unwilling to betray his discomfort, he aided them throughout the morning. Tiria, bringing them a snack, massaged her own lower abdomen, seemingly suffering aftereffects from the previous day’s encounter, and emitted a low groan.

“Ugh…”

“Hng…”

They truly were a pair of perverts perfectly suited for one another.

“You two are even starting to act alike. Have you completely forgotten you’re supposed to be enemies?”

Adora tossed the remark over her shoulder as she departed.

“Were we…?”

“Were we…?”

Astonishingly, they had forgotten.

“I’ll head back to sort the food. Good luck with your work, everyone.”

Even Tiria, who had brought them a snack, left, leaving only the fox sisters and Erich near the workshop.

At any other time, it might be different, but Riyo possessed a singular focus when it came to work.

Living on a deserted island often made one forget this, but Riyo was an engineering student attending the most prestigious university within the Holy Spirit Empire.

Her level of immersion, her problem-solving capabilities.

Combine that with her sister, Miyo, with her own interests in magi-engineering, and you had a soldier who could rival Erich in intellect.

“Whew!”

For that reason, Riyo completed the task with startling speed.

“Finally finished! The ark is complete, I say!”

Liyo, brimming with triumph, raised her voice as she approached Erich from across the way.

“Erich, heehee.”

“What is it?”

“Guess I can finally say it, huh?”

“Say what?”

“You think I wouldn’t know?”

With that, Liyo’s gaze flickered, becoming Miyu. She sniffed the air, wrinkling her nose, then suddenly licked Erich’s cheek.

“I smell a woman on you. And… semen, too.”

The fox sisters knew everything already.