But slow as we were taking it, the pleasure when I thrust into her was even greater than our first time. The oozing juices slicking our genitals made obscene squelches with every twist.
I felt myself burrowing deep inside Olivia, deeper than when I had just been thrusting with all my strength. But I didn’t let it end there; despite the cramped space, I had just enough leeway to gently, rhythmically thrust into her. The sounds of sloshing juices, ragged breathing, and ecstatic moans filled our hot cocoon.
I’m getting her off! I’m getting off the girl I fell in love with! Her earlier embarrassment had vanished, replaced with intoxicated pleasure.
“Ah! Ah! Aaah! Lord Chris! It’s too good! I’m reaching orgasm!”
“I’m gonna cum, too, as deep as I can!”
My penis trawled her depths, pausing only to knock at the door to her uterus. I felt myself wedging that door open; if I ejaculated inside her now, would my semen enter it? Would I impregnate this prim and proper noble girl?!
“Aaaah, Lord Chris! I love you!”
“I love you too, Olivia, too much for words! I’m cumming!”
As her walls clamped down around me, a vast reserve of hot semen burst forth into her vagina. Despite how much I came inside her the day before, it was clear that I was far from finished. Perhaps because she meant so much to
me?
“Haah… Haah… You planted your warm seed inside of me.”
After a while basking in the afterglow, worried that any more sex would impact Olivia’s stamina, we exited the tent, groomed ourselves, and prepared breakfast. Well, though I called it breakfast, we had actually lost track of time during our lovemaking. It might well have been lunch. I discovered that I had greater reserves of stamina and determination than ever before, likely due to our recreation.
“Lord Chris, if we proceed west from here, we will come upon a highway leading to the Rarogne Region. From there, going north will be the quickest and safest path.”
“All right. Then let’s hurry to the border as soon as possible, and once we clear you of that vile curse, I’ll propose to you properly!”
Once we finished preparations, I loaded Olivia on my back and ran off in the direction of the highway. To Rarogne we go! Daydreams of my happy future with Olivia left my light on my feet, and we made good time at first.
However, despite my exuberant determination, I soon learned that I was lacking in stamina, compared to those hunters I once knew.
“Pant… Wheeze… I have to… free you from the curse… pant… and make you my wife, Olivia.”
“Lord Chris, no! You mustn’t overexert yourself!”
Though she was light, a full-on sprint while carrying another person was just too much. The moment we reached the highway, I fell to my knees.
“Please! What did I just tell you?”
While I lay with my head in Olivia’s lap and she gently tugged at my cheeks, I used the opportunity to look her over.
Oh, my (future) wife certainly is adorable. She still wore my spare clothes with the strings drawn tight. Baggy as they were on her, her chest jutted out as if they were a tight squeeze. It was an eye-popping sight. Even had she worn a chest binder, her body would have been simply too much to hide.
Leaving her clothes aside, as I had expected, traveling on foot with a highborn like Olivia led to us taking more breaks. However, she never once complained of being tired, and however much her feet pained her, she would walk ceaselessly until I called a rest. Consequently, it was up to me to keep an eye out for her.
I was happy to heal her boot-sores, and I also had plenty of water with fruit juice mixed in among my inventory. The more frequent breaks were thus of no concern to me.
“Haah. Haah. My deepest apologies, haah… Lord Chris.”
During one such break, we found a grove off the main road and huddled beneath a tree. I looked upon Olivia as she panted between sips of fruit juice, her cheeks flushed from exhaustion, and I felt a desire to tease her welling up.
“Heheh. If you’re so sorry, how about you let me borrow your lap so I can rest a bit?”
She nodded, somewhat embarrassed, and adjusted her sitting position to make it more comfortable for me. I lay my head down in her lap, feeling the sunlight filtering down through the trees.
“This seems fitting weather for a nap, Lord Chris.”
“Yes, the breeze is pleasant. That said, your thighs are even more so.”
“Teehee! If you ever need a lap pillow, you need only ask— Eeyah!”
That was all I wanted to hear. Since she was wearing my pants, there was a hole in the front for the button to fit through. But because of how loose they fit on her, she hadn’t even noticed that they were unfastened. Before she knew what hit her, I had nuzzled my way through the flap, and I began to kiss and suck her protrusion.
“Mmmn! No, no, you mustn’t! Look how bright it yet is! We—
Eeyaaaaahn!”
Unable to shove me off from my vantage point in her lap, Olivia was helpless to stop me from undoing her pants’ drawstring and tugging them down. This left her unable to flee, as well. She was trapped in a prison of her own making. Meanwhile, I gently caressed her hapless sex with my tongue.
“Oh no, oh no… Haaaahn! A-A gentleman mustn’t stoop to…”
“I didn’t get a good look yesterday, but is this truly how your slit looks?
Incredible to believe that my penis could fit in so small a gap.”
Perhaps remembering our first time yesterday, her genitals grew wet, preparing themselves for pleasure to come.
“Mmm! Aaaah! Please, that’s too much…!”
She set her hand upon my head, putting up only token resistance. I’ve heard that experienced enough men, those who have spent hours beyond count among prostitutes, could make women orgasm with just their tongue, but for one as inexperienced as me, that would likely be impossible.
Seeing that she was wet enough, I stood Olivia up and put her hands against a nearby tree.
“Are you ready, Olivia?”
“Yes. Anything you desire, Lord Chris.”
Because her legs were held closed tight by the pants constricting her legs, I had to push my rod between her thighs. Goodness, just this alone feels incredible!
I snaked my hands around to massage her breasts, thrusting between her thighs over and over until my member had become fully engorged. I wanted to toy with her breasts more, but I was already approaching the edge as my hips against her buttocks went slap, slap, slap.
“Ah, ah! Lord Chriiis! It doesn’t hurt! It feels even better than yesterdaaay!”
“Does it? I bet it feels great when I thrust my dick inside you!”
The juices were gushing out of her now. To see the girl I loved deriving such ecstasy from the feeling of me inside her sent my hips into a frenzy.
“It does! It feels amazing! Sex with you is amazing, Lord Chris!”
Shllp, shllp, shllp!
Every meeting of our hips made my thrusts smoother, faster, stronger, deeper. The slap of my groin against her buttocks merged with her gasping breaths into a feverish symphony.
“Haah, haaaahn! Your member is too much for me, Lord Chris! I’m going to cum! Aah! Aaaaah!”
Olivia arched her back as she clamped down around my length. Unable to resist the pleasure, I shot my semen into her very depths.
Fatigued, the two of us collapsed to the ground, where I gave Olivia a languid kiss despite my labored breathing. Once our tongues had had their fill of each other, she laid her head against my chest.
We remained there and chatted for some time, until it was clear that Olivia was so exhausted she couldn’t even stand. Thus, we decided to set up camp in the grove.
I had completely recovered before the night was over, but I couldn’t bring myself to disturb Olivia in her exhausted state. So I ignored my aching desire to pounce on my fiancée and instead kept watch by the fire until morning.