The Holy Kingdom of Lishlua.
It was the oldest city inhabited by humans and was located in the middle of the highest mountain on the continent, where the Goddess resides.
Most of the buildings were made of stone, and because of the location, there were not many tall buildings.
The inhabitants wore vestments and lived a simple life, it was a place where all the priests who worshipped the goddess had lived since birth or their ancestors had lived many generations ago. Their life was simple and lived a thrifty way of life.
They prayed every morning and evening and lived modestly.
In contrast to the lives of the inhabitants, the temple where the goddess was said to land was nothing short of luxurious.
It was made of stone, but the stone was polished beautifully like a jewel.
In some places, there were actual jewels scattered all over it, and some of the pillars were made of marble.
The walls, floors, and ceilings were adorned with gold and silver jewelry, the ceiling of the chapel was decorated with colored stained glass, and the carpets were of such high quality that the residents could enjoy walking on them.
Of course, the same goes for the paintings, vases, and other jewelry displayed throughout the temple, some of which were so expensive and rare that they were desired by wealthy people from other countries.
Indeed, it was the place where the goddess Fasalina would descend from the heavens.
A place to guide the hero.
It would not be wrong to decorate it beautifully and flamboyantly.
But isn't this a bit much......?
Whenever she saw the temple that had been beautifully decorated, unlike a decade ago, Jenna, the blonde woman known as the "saint," couldn't help but think that.
The Goddess amass its power through the people's faith.
However, that faith was to "look up at the heavens and believe."
It was about getting as many people to believe in her existence and receiving their daily prayers.
It was not about spending money lavishly and decorating the throne with glitter.
In addition, shouldn't the funds be used for the believers?
Wouldn't that make the goddess sad rather than happy?
"Fuu."
The sun was setting, and the day was drawing to a close.
In her room, Jenna let out a sigh.
She traveled with the hero and supported him and her companions with her excellent recovery magic, and was even called a "saint. But her room was simple
There were no decorations, and it was not much different from an ordinary room, only a little larger in appearance.
There were no paintings or jewels in her room, illuminated by the pale light from the candle on the desk, the only decoration was a pretty vase full of flowers.
A rare flower that only bloomed high up in the mountains, but the flower was not rare and could easily be seen in this mountainous region.
The house she lived in was certainly large, but it was given to her for supporting the hero as the "saint".
It was not because she was rich, but rather it was because she have the title of a "saint", different from ordinary people, and the people around her forcefully gave her the house.
Even so, the priests became rich due to the offerings from the people and followers, and they gradually became more and more wealthy―― wealthy enough to compete with the wealthy people from Fonteau, the country developed of the hero, ruled by the half-elven mage Leticia.
The status of the priests in the religious nation was getting distorted and it was also the reason for Jenna's sigh.
The woman, Jenna, was a gentle and kind person.
She had exceptional power, but she was never conceited.
If someone was in trouble, she was willing to help them, even though she was a little hesitant if it was a bad person but she would help them nonetheless.
When she was traveling, she was often called a "good-heartedly naive person".
At times, she even tried to help injured monsters who had left their group.
Monsters were the enemy of humankind.
There was no room for them, even though they were not the ones killing the humans, so she tried to reach out to them.
That was the woman named Jenna.
Well, human beings and monsters have different priorities, but this woman had a personality that made her want to save anyone who was hurting.
Even criminals.
She felt that they should be punished, but still, she would give a helping hand if she saw someone hurt in front of her...... That was her personality.
But at the same time, she knew that there was an irredeemable evil in the world.
No matter how many wounds she healed. No matter how much she reached out.
Some people have a dark side to them―― Unfortunately, as the world became more peaceful, the number of such people increased.
And because of the increase in such people, the goddess Fasalina left this world.
It was not that the goddess stopped believing in humans.
However, she had become a bit distant.
In fact, the miracle from the goddess Fasalina―― the miracle of recovery used by Jenna and the other priests―― was still working.
It was proof that the goddess did not give up on the people.
"What's wrong?"
How long did I stare blankly at the candlelight in the dark room?
She was surprised to find that she hadn't felt the presence of someone entering the room...... until she heard him say that, and her shoulders shook.
"You're back, dear."
"I'm back, Jenna. You seem to be deep in thought."
She laughed at the words of her childhood friend, Graffus, whom she had married two years after her journey with the hero ended.
Jenna's expression had changed, and Graffus, who had known her for a long time, did not miss the change. Her smile was clouded by a dark hue of fatigue.
He took off his cloak, threw it on the bed, and sat down on the soft bed.
Jenna was about to stand up to prepare a drink for her husband when he came home, but Graffus spoke up before she could.
"Are you getting harassed again at the temple?"
"Fufu―― no. It was a different thing."
Jenna was still young.
She was already in her mid-thirties, which was the age where the woman's body shine through, and she's got good looks.
The full-body innerwear and vestments, priest's formal attire, had been removed, and she was wearing a light silk nightgown and neat white underwear that was slightly transparent through her nightgown.
On top of that, she was only wearing a cardigan, which made her look defenseless.
Of course, only her husband, Graffus, could see her like that. In the past...... she hadn't even shown it to the hero who she had a crush on when she was still young.
She had small but graceful breasts and a waist that showed no signs of age. Her legs were long and beautiful, with just the right amount of fat on them.
Her underwear that covered her upper and lower private parts were pure white, as was typical from a priestess, but they were luxurious and have a very detailed design. Now that she was married and a wife, it was the appearance she could display in their bedroom.
The candle illuminated his wife's beautiful body, and Graffus consciously averted his gaze that was fascinated by her.
Her hair, which had been braided during the day, had been loosened was now hung over her left shoulder and covered her breasts.
Her expression was cloudy, even with the weak light from the candles.
"The bishops are reluctant to help the refugees from Fonteau."
"I see."
Graffus nodded, not particularly surprised.
When he took off his robe, he revealed a body wrapped in innerwear with separate top and bottom layers.
He had a slender body with little flesh on it―― that was her impression.
He was taller than Jenna, who was tall for a woman, looked up at him, but his limbs and torso were thin.
However, she did not get the impression that he was weak. Especially now that he had taken off his clothes.
His body wrapped in innerwear was slim, but on the contrary, there was not a bit of excess flesh, and even his thin limbs have firm muscles.
He must have a constitution that hard for him from gaining weight.
The reason why he was so well trained was that he had not traveled all over the continent like Jenna, but he had lived in the mountain where the altitude was high since he was a child.
He responded without hesitation, helping the people and going down the mountain to gather food and medicinal herbs. ――As a result of that lifestyle, his body had grown to be slim and toned.
The lack of entertainment was probably one of the factors.
His work―― or rather, the requests from the residents of the holy kingdom of Lishlua―― was his entertainment, and he had no complaints about that kind of life.
It was the reason for Graffus' well-trained body.
That aside.
Graffus immediately understood what Jenna was trying to say.
"We've managed to secure food and medicine with the money we've all contributed, but that won't last for another ten days."
"That's why I went to see him this afternoon."
"Oh. Is that why you weren't at the campsite?"
In the morning, Jenna was at the campsite helping with the food distribution and medical treatment, but before he knew it, she had disappeared, and Graffus looked up while thinking.
He looked directly at Jenna's face.
"If you had asked me, I would have gone with you."
"Thank you―― but if you're with me, it's going to be more complicated."
"Indeed. It seems that the bishops don't like me at all."
Graffus was aware of it.
The bishops―― the descendants of those who first heard the goddess Fasalina's voice long ago.
But now I can't hear the voice of the goddess, and no one can say the old men who sit in that seat in the glory of the past.
But now the old men who could not hear the voice of the goddess and sit in their seats using the reputations of their ancestors―― and no one could say now who was the descendants or not.
Besides, it was the skill of the bishops that had increased the number of Goddess' followers and made the city grow in power.
In order to fight against the Demon King who was trying to overrun the continent―― indeed, they supported the heroes with good intentions more than ten years ago.
More than anyone, Jenna understood that they sent Jenna, a "priestess" who could hear the goddess' voice, the church's private funds to support the hero of the other world in the shadows.
However, now that the threat of the Demon King was gone, the bishops who have got "more money" have developed a shadow casting over their personality.
At first, it was a small shadow.
They thought that they should be treated better for supporting the heroes according to the Goddess' trust.
The highest position in the church, of course. As bishops, their seats were a privilege.
However, over the past ten years, Jenna had sadly come to understand that once such feelings were born, human beings could change to any extent.
Just as a person who had learned to enjoy luxury would try again and again to get a taste of it.
Like a beast that had been given sugar and would bare its fangs for the taste.
When the bishops learned the value of wealth, they tried to acquire more.
"The bishops have changed."
"Yes, they have."
The problem for the bishops was not the ever-increasing number of refugees or a large amount of slime that had appeared―― it was the disgust that their wealth was being used by complete strangers.
......She felt it lightly, but Jenna was mentally overwhelmed when she was confronted with that emotion during the day.
He didn't know that, but as a low-ranking priest, he couldn't think of a good way to comfort her, so he could only give Juna the benefit of the doubt.
"With your power that had helped defeat the demon king, can't you use it to defeat the monsters from Fonteau?"
"That again―― how to say it."
Graffus chuckled at her words.
No, a twitching smile would be more accurate.
"It's true that I went on a journey to defeat the Demon King together with the hero, but I'm just a priestess."
Jenna giggled.
The power of the goddess was the power of healing.
There were only a few spells that she could use for attacking, and most of them were for repelling monsters, not defeating them.
A priest should know that, but since she was the "saint" who had saved the world, they were trying to force Jenna to do something unreasonable―― that was their reply to Jenna's offer of assistance to the refugees.
The reason was simple.
――Jenna was a hindrance to the priests.
The beautiful "saint" who heard the goddess' voice.
It was a threat to the status and position of the Order that the priests had built up so far.
Fearing that the progress of the Order would shift from the priests to Jenna, they tried to tame Jenna after the Demon King was defeated, and if that didn't work, they would be willing to harm her.
Even Jenna and Graffus, who easily trusts others, felt their malice, and it manifested due to Fonteau's fall and the existence of the new monsters.
However, even though she was the "saint" who was adored by the holy kingdom's residents, her speeches actually came from her superior. But of course, there was nothing Jenna could do about it.
It was said that she could heal any wounds as long as they were not dead, but that did not mean that she was skilled in fighting monsters.
"So, what did the bishops say?"
"If I don't fight, they'll wait and see...... Grabalt was geographically closer to Fonteau. I think they were going to wait for the beastmen to defeat the monsters."
However, even though the beastmen have excellent physical abilities, they were not good at magic attacks.
They were a poor match for the slimes, which were difficult to attack physically.
Though she would not say anything bad about the beastmen who were on their side, she thinks they have little chance of winning.
Still, the reason why Jenna was letting out a sigh was not that they were telling her to fight but because the bishops, who cared more about their own property than the refugees and clung to a miracle to happen.
"I feel so tired."
"So it seems."
Graffus moved to her side, muttered to himself at Jenna's troubles.
He moved to her back then placed his hands on her slender shoulder.
It was a firm, strong hand, not unlike that of a priest.
Hands that had been hardened by long hours of work, interacting with the people of the city and helping them.
Working in the fields. Picking herbs. Helping the elderly with household chores.
His hands, which displayed the years he had spent working, began to gently rub Jenna's shoulders.
"I'm sorry I can't do more for you than this when I can't even meet the bishops."
"No―― you should stay that way, a person who cares for others."
Graffus had a suspicion why he was not well-liked, if not hated, by the priests.
The reason for that was also Jenna.
She was one of the heroes, even called the "saint". A woman who could hear the goddess' voice and was worshiped by the people.
The bishops were wary that the young woman might take their place.
That was why they tried to entangle her with status and prestige, but Jenna chose to marry Graffus, who was ordinary and had no special abilities, rather than the mansions and ornaments that the bishops had prepared for her.
Not a luxurious future, but a simple family.
That was what the bishops didn't like.
They could not control Jenna.
And Graffus, who was chosen by the beautiful "saint", was loved by the people.
That was probably why Graffus, who was loved by the people and had been serving in the temple for a long time, was still a middle-rank priest.
Even though he knew that, Graffus had no intention of leaving the country.
In fact, the more he heard about the priests from Jenna, the less interested he became in getting a high rank―― he just want to live a normal life and help others.
He was feeling the utmost joy in that.
"Nhh..."
"Did that hurt?"
"N-no... a little harder..."
Perhaps she was embarrassed that her voice had come out, but she replied in a low voice.
Her ears and white neck, visible to Graffus, were slightly red from shame.
Her skin, which had finished bathing in hot water, was slightly sweaty, and Jenna turned her face slightly down, even though she knew that he couldn't see her expression.
Her long untied hair swayed, tickling her beautiful skin.
"H-hey..."
"Hmm?"
Just as Jenna had told him, the hands that were rubbing her shoulders became stronger.
His rough hand, despite its appearance, slides over Jenna's skin with delicate movements. Four fingers held her shoulder in place to lock it in place, and his thumb pressed hard on her shoulder blade.
Suddenly, Jenna's slender shoulders shuddered at the strong stimulation that run from her shoulders to the top of her head.
Her trembling seemed more sexual than a response to the pressure, and a vermilion color quickly appeared on Jenna's pale, white skin.
The saint's skin glistened in the pale light of the candle.
"Nn―― uuu~~~"
Jenna raised her face and bit her lip to keep it from uttering the words.
The weak light from the candle illuminated her sweat-drenched beauty.
Graffus, who was behind her, couldn't see the lustrous expression on her face, but he could tell that Jenna was feeling "good".
"Nhh, nnn."
He shifted her position a little to the side and tried again.
He pressed his thumb into the soft skin of the "saint," and every time he did, Jenna desperately endured the voice that was about to leak out.
They had been married for many years now, so it was no longer necessary for her to conceal her lustrous voice.
However, Juna's enduring reaction, which still makes me feel embarrassed, is fresh for Graphs, and when I think that she, who is usually chaste, endures such a voice, that excitement spreads to Graphs as well. ..
But even so, Jenna's embarrassed reaction was the finest for Graffus, and the thought of the married woman holding back her voice caused Graffus to feel a surge of excitement.
He didn't mean to.
The reason, "I was just trying to be helpful," disappeared in his mind.
Jenna surrendered herself to her husband's fingers. She put her weight on the back of the chair and leaned back toward the pressure.
Graffus understood that Jenna had surrendered her entire body and consciousness to him.
A small change. But it was a definite change in a situation where a couple, at night, and alone in the bedroom.
"D-dear..."
Graffus supple and dexterous fingers moved along the lines of her underwear.
It wasn't a massage, Jenna sensed immediately.
The thing behind her changed.
The thing at her back as she sat on the chair seemed to thicken.
Feeling it, Jenna did not look back.
Her husband, who was usually serious and always did more good deeds than anyone else, was directing his desires toward her―― and as a wife, she couldn't help but feel delighted by how those desires manifested.
Fonteau had fallen and the refugees were struggling―― wasn't it inappropriate to be doing this at such a time?
Jenna suddenly thought about that, but she was human, too.
Things she wanted to forget. Things she wanted to turn away from.
There were times when she wanted to run away from such things.
......She asked for help but was told to fight by myself. And tomorrow, they would say the same thing to her again.
And she couldn't say no to those words.
Food rations for the refugees from Fonteau. Even that was nearly impossible with the funds they had collected.
At least, a few more days would be the limit.
They need to collect a large amount of money and food before that happened.
The people who had the most money in the country, the holy kingdom of Lishlua. If she listened to them, that problem would be solved.
......Jenna hadn't exactly refused their words today.
She was just postponing it.
Her life and the refugees. She couldn't choose between them on the scale.
That was why. She wanted to forget about that reality―― for now.
Then, it was as though Graffus's actions read Jenna's mind.
"Nnh... ahh."
Jenna gave up trying to keep her voice down.
Her glossy lips opened and her breath leaked out, hot as though it was going to catch fire.
Her wet, white teeth and tongue peeked out, and she began to sweat. She felt as though her entire body had become hotter.
Realizing that her face was red, Jenna was so embarrassed by it that she consciously kept her face fixed in front of her.
Even though they were a couple, embarrassing things were still embarrassing for her.
He took off the cardigan that hid her nightgown and touched Jenna's shoulder through the thin camisole.
"Ah"
He felt her underwear, harder and thicker than the camisole.
He traced the lines of her underwear with his fingertips, and Jenna trembled as though she was tickled. Her long hair and soft nightgown swayed, and the woman's scent tickled Graffus' nose.
The warmth of the "man" was more vivid than before, and Jenna lets out a yelp.
It was not rejection. It was expectation.
Her voice was hoarse, and Graffus could feel her thin shoulders tense slightly as he touched her skin.
"Are you okay?"
"……Yes"
"Does it hurt?"
“…………”
Jenna's cheeks and ears flushed as she realized what Graffus wanted her to say.
It wasn't the first time they had intercourse―― They have yet to have children, but she hoped to someday.
Although Jenna had that much experience, she was still embarrassed to have sex...... and to procreate.
Graffus responded to the maidenly embarrassment of the hero who had saved the world with his hand rubbing his shoulder.
"Do you feel pain?"
"...N-no."
Sweat flowed on her skin and her neck.
Jenna herself was aware of it, and of course, Graffus was aware of it too.
When he moved his thumb to scoop up the sweat and stroke her neck, Jenna's shoulders shook.
Her white skin, usually hidden from the sunlight by her undergarments and vestments, was sensitive and reacted to even a simple stroke.
Feeling good about Jenna's reaction, Graffus moved his fingers to rub from her shoulder to her neck.
Gently, so as not to cause pain.
However, forcefully so that she could feel it firmly.
"Ahh, ah... nhh..."
Jenna's voice became louder and louder.
Wondered how much time had passed as she was only getting soft caresses.
The night was deepening, and the candlelight was gently flickering.
As her sweat-soaked nightgown clung to her skin, she could feel Graffus' powerful fingers even more, and Jenna couldn't keep her voice down.
Her face, which had been facing down, rose and fell with the movement of the finger's pressure, and the sweat flowing on her skin soaked Graffus' fingers, trying to make them stick to her skin more strongly.
As Jenna's white skin turned red, Graffus moved his hand on her shoulder in a wide motion.
He moved his hands from her shoulders to her back, through her nightgown, where her skin could be seen.
"Nhh, that tickle..."
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Jenna moved away, but Graffus didn't stop.
He continued to tickle her back―― under her armpits and in front of her.
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When he ran his hands over her swollen breasts that fit just right in Graffus' rough hands from behind, Jenna let out a sweet voice and gave a small twitch.
Surprise and pleasure.
Her body, which was loosened up from her shoulder and neck massages, took the pleasure in stride and showed her honest feelings with her breath rather than words.
The tall Graffus bent down to lean over Jenna who was sitting in a chair and buried his face in her beautiful long hair, which was damp with sweat.
When he breathed it in, it was sweet―― the scent of a woman.
"H-hey. I told you many times that it's embarrasing, so stop it―― Nnh!"
"Because it smells good"
Her protests were stopped by the movement of his hand on her chest, probing her nipples through her nightgown and underwear.
The stimulation from the sensitive nub rubbing against the fabric was both slightly painful and powerful, penetrating Jenna and making her entire body tense.
Her nipples were already hard, and he could easily explore them through the fabric of her underwear.
The reaction of her nipples, which were aroused by the mere rubbing against the fabric of her underwear as she moved, made Jenna feel embarrassed.
Graffus buried his face in her exposed neck and licked the sweat from it with his tongue.
"It's a little salty."
"~~~I-idiot"
The taste of her sweat as he told her was so embarrassing.
Graffus deepened his smile at the adorable insulting words of the woman who was adored as the "Saint" by the people of the holy kingdom and licked her sweat again, two or three times.
"Idiot, idiot..."
The sensation of having her neck licked while her breasts were being squeezed, excited Jenna, despite her insulting words.
The feeling of his wet tongue directly conveyed her husband's body heat, and the way his large body hugged her all over made her feel as though she was being wrapped in warmth and tenderness.
Strong at first.
Then, it was gentle.
Jenna's breasts had become so sensitive from the painful stimulation, and now he gently tickled them with his dexterous fingertips, Jenna couldn't stand it and curled her upper body and tried to escape unconsciously. However, the hands that wrap around her breasts support her body and did not allow her to escape.
Rather, by doing so, it made it look like she was pressing her chest against Graffus' rough hands, which made the stimulation from her chest even stronger.
"Not enough?"
"Nn... unh"
He muttered like a child, and Jenna nodded her head.
Stimulated by the adorable response, Graffus took an even bolder step.
While his right hand was rubbing her breasts, his left hand went down to her abdomen while Jenna's attention was on her breasts, and then went under her nightgown.
Jenna noticed that the fabric covering her left breast had been slid upward.
Through the thin nightgown, a small but feminine bulge on her breast was exposed.
This time, her breasts―― and nipples were directly stimulated, and her legs seemed to kick at something that was not there.
The pure white underwear with detailed designs abandoned its role of covering her breasts while the clasp on the back was still fastened, and Jenna, embarrassed, put her hands on Graffus' hands that were rubbing her breasts.
He could see that she was not trying to stop him.......
However, it was embarrassing.
Even though they have been together for a long time, her reactions were like that of a maiden having sex for the first time.
Feeling good about Jenna's reaction, Graffus became even bolder and put more force into his hands to squeeze her breasts.
It was difficult to tell from the top of her nightgown, but the bulge was distorted lewdly by the man's hands, but as soon as he released it, it tried to return to its original shape.
It had a definite elasticity and softness.
The size of her breasts was just the right size for Graffus' hand, and her nipple was sensitive enough that if he pinched it between his index and thumb finger while rubbing it with his hand, the nipple would react with a jerk.
A cute reaction that was hard to believe she was in her thirties.
There was no way that any man could not get excited by the fact that a woman who was called a "saint" or a "hero" would expose herself in such a shameful way with his hand.
"Isn't that painful?"
"...It feels so good."
Jenna said the words that Graffus wanted to hear while being debauched by the stimulation of her breasts alone.
One of Graffus' hands went over her underwear and nightgown, while the other rubbed her breasts directly.
Slowly, gently. But sometimes it was violent.
"Ah, nhh... hau~... just, my breast"
"Jenna's body is so soft and smells so good, I could do this all day"
"……Idiot."
It was unspeakably frustrating.
But Graffus was relentless―― she almost wondered if her husband liked women's breasts as much as babies did―― rubbing and unraveling Jenna's breasts.
Her small breasts, which had been soft and elastic, softened like sugar candy, but in contrast to her breasts, her nipples were painfully hard and erect.
Graffus's fingers, which had grown rough and hard from his years of work as a priest, did not touch the hard nipples, but only scraped the surrounding areola with the tip of his fingernail.
When his fingers move with the delicacy of checking the slightest irregularity on her areola, Jenna felt pleasure on her neck.
"That's, no..."
"Does that tickle?"
"It's so frustrating...... It's not enough."
Her nipples were painfully erect from the lack of stimulation from her most sensitive areas, and the mere touch from the fabric of her bra and the soft thin fabric of her nightgown made her feel as though something hot was building up in her loins.
She was supposed to be sitting in the chair, but her hips were thrust out, and if she flailed a little more, she would fall out of the chair.
But even as she tried to hold on, Jenna's legs lose their sensation, and from the waist down, she just jerked and reacted to the stimulation her husband was giving her.
Her feet had made a mess of the carpet on the floor, and now her toes were gripping the thick fabric.
It was as though she was trying to hold back the pleasure.
"More, stronger."
"Understood."
Squeeze*.
The moment Jenna said what she wanted him to do, Graffus grabbed Jenna's breast as though he had been waiting for her.
Her breast, which seemed to have grown larger with the long caresses, squeezed like a fruit, and his index finger thrust into the flesh of her breast to push her nipple.
"Haa, hii, good!?"
Flinch*. Her hips bounced.
She lifted it off the chair and stretched out her legs, which her toes had been gripping the carpet.
With her hips floating over the chair, Jenna went rigid for a few seconds.
Graffus grabbed her breast to support her so she wouldn't fall out of the chair, and the strength of his grip caused her hips to jerk and shake again.
Her beautiful blue eyes widened, and a single tear spilled from them.
A few seconds later, as though time had begun to move, Jenna's hips jerked again, and again, and again.
Her hips fell back on the chair, and even the impact vibrated deep in her waist.
"Haah, haah..."
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah."
Jenna replied as she was out of breath.
――And while doing so, Graffus' rough hand was squeezing her breast.
Gently. Carefully.
The whole breast―― and its nipple.
"Nn... h-hey. Umm... I"
"Do you want to go to bed?"
"……Yes"
Jenna was embarrassed, face down, but nodded firmly.
Graffus went to Jenna's side, who had fallen onto the chair, and put his hands around his wife's shoulders and behind her knees, carrying her slender body.
It was the so-called "princess carry".
Jenna put her arms around Graffus' shoulders to prevent her from falling, brought her face close to his, and kissed him.
At first, she pressed her soft, glossy lips against his, but by the time he took a few steps, she opened her lips and was bold enough to trace her tongue across her husband's lips.
When Graffus opened his lips, she twined her own tongue around his teeth and the tongue behind them.
The kisses were so fierce that drool dripped from the edges of her lips, and Graffus's breath caught in her throat, but he stepped firmly to the side of the bed so as not to fall.
Ten steps.
Even though it was only ten steps, their lips were wet with each other's saliva.
Graffus gently lowered Jenna to the bed, but she kept her arms around his neck, refusing to stop kissing him.
Then that was fine.
While still kissing, Graffus now slipped his hands under Jenna's nightgown from the front and started rubbing both her breasts directly.
Then he roughly took off her nightgown as it was guided by Jenna's hands.
When they were both in their underwear, which covered their private parts, they moved to the center of the bed in a hurry, like young people who had just going to have sex for the first time.
"Haah, haah..."
The only sound in the bedroom was the sound of their breathing.
Illuminated by the candlelight on the bedside table, Jenna was dressed only in her pure white underwear.
Her long blond hair was spread out on the bed, and as he stared down at her, Jenna squealed in embarrassment and covered her breasts in her underwear with her hands.
She averted her gaze and rubbed her legs together, trying her best to hide her underwear as well.
It was a cute gesture that made Graffus gulp down his saliva.
Her whole body was covered in sweat. She was blushing with excitement and her expression was slightly hidden by her messy bangs.
He leaned forward and with a slow-motion adjusted the bangs that hid her face with his fingers.
"You look beautiful."
“…………”
The blush in Jenna's cheeks intensified.
She tried to turn her head to the side in embarrassment, but Graffus turned her face to the front with his hand.
There was eye-to-eye contact.
It was the same person with whom she had just exchanged a passionate kiss, but her eyes were a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.
Like a maiden's eyes―― a woman's eyes, hoping for what was to come.
"Can I kiss you...?"
"Don't ask..."
It was what Jenna did not like about her husband.
It was good that she was desired.
It was good that she was given pleasure.
However, to be asked before moving...... was very embarrassing.
She wanted him to be more violent and selfish, and take the body of the woman named Jenna.
However, as a "saint", she couldn't put that into words.
It was the same whether she first became a woman or a wife.
So, Jenna hesitated to reply, but nodded firmly and responded.
"T-then..."
Graffus, in contrast to his earlier boldness with her breasts, was distracted by the sight of the saint's body, and slowly placed his hand on Jenna's arm that was covering her breasts.
Jenna's tension was released and her arm moved.
It was pure white underwear with ornate decorations.
Her underwear had been removed by the intense rubbing, but before she knew it, it was back in place and hid the places it was supposed to.
Her luxurious underwear lifted her small breasts, creating a small but definite cleavage.
"It's so beautiful."
"~~~~"
That honest opinion was just plain embarrassing.
Jenna, sensing Graffus' intentions, lifted her back slightly.
Soon after, with a familiar gesture, Graffus unfastened her underwear.
When her underwear's restraint was loosened, Graffus stimulated her breasts by rubbing them up and down, shifting her underwear.
Her soft breasts did not collapse even when she was lying on her back, and the darkly pigmented nipples and areolae at the top of them.
Her nipples were hard and lumpy from the intense caressing he had just done, and her areola was slightly swollen.
Her nipples were so aroused that even its mammary glands at the tips were slightly visible―― Jenna's heart raced with embarrassment, illuminated by the candlelight, her body reacted.
"Don't look too much."
"I can't, Jenna."
You're beautiful, Graffus muttered again.
Like a bee lured by the nectar of a flower, he brought his face close to her breast, and without hesitation, he sucked on her fully erect nipple.
At first, he rolled it with his tongue, then soaked it with saliva and licked off her sweat.
The erect nipple moved left and right. It rolled like a conductor's rod and then returned to its original position.
"Nnh... mou"
For the first moment, Jenna thought he looked like a baby, but then she laughed and said that babies didn't suck on a woman's breast in such a seductive way.
She held his head in her hands as he licked her breasts, and then she wrapped her legs around his right leg.
She let out a twitching gasp and felt the need to touch his skin harder.
It was an action following her instinct.
On the bed. In the pale light from the candle, the bodies of a man and a woman intertwine. They become one.
Gasping and wild breathing. And for a moment, the only sound was the sound of Graffus licking Jenna, his mouth moving from her breasts to her gently sloping abdomen, her belly button, and down to her......
"It's already wet."
"I can't help it if you're this...... insistent."
Jenna made an excuse in a small voice.
The crotch area of her pure white underwear, which graffus had not yet touched, had turned gray.
It was not sweat.
When Graffus rubbed it with his finger, Jenna's lower body bounced with a jerk.
It firmly moistened his fingertips.
When he withdrew his finger, it was wet and glistening, reflecting the light from the candle.
"D-don't look..."
"Oh."
After a few moments of playing with Jenna's lewd juices with his fingers, Graffus sat up.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
"Can you take off your underwear?"
"As I said... don't ask me every time..."
At Graffus' words, Jenna lifted her hips and removed her underwear in the process.
Pulled from one leg and caught around her left ankle, exposing her naked body on the bed with only her bra draped over her shoulders.
――Her blonde hair, which must have been bathed in hot water, was wet with sweat and clung to her skin, and her shy expression on her face as she tried to hide her small breasts with her hands was more beautiful than a goddess to Graffus.
He touched the pubic hair on her lower body, which was as golden as the hair on her head.
It was wet with her own sweat and lewd juice.
Beneath her pubic hair was a slight hard bulge and a spot that was even wetter than her sweat-dampened skin.
Jenna's lower body bounced when he touched the hard protrusion.
"It's so sensitive there......"
"Ah, ahh."
Jenna refused to be stimulated in her clitoris.
She always did.
She was afraid that the part that was too sensitive would "hurt".
Besides, she was wet enough without stimulating it, so Graffus would not do anything she did not want to.
He takes off his underwear and exposed his lower body.
There, his male genitalia, hardened by excitement, was pointing upward, appealing to him to penetrate Jenna right away.
Jenna was transfixed by the sight of her husband's cock.
Always―― the thought of being penetrated by that hard male spear scared her a little.
It was thick and hot.
Even though it was an average size for a man's penis, and not something special, she was still a little scared.
"I'm coming in."
"Yes―― come."
Slowly, a foreign object entered Jenna's body.
Even though she knew it was her husband's, the sensation of it invading her flesh was a little painful.
However, It still came in.
"I'm all the way in."
"Ahh……"
――The euphoria and the joy of being united with the one she loved was unparalleled happiness for Jenna.
Her husband was in her body.
Jenna loved this moment the most.
Below her navel.
The thick spear of flesh filled the middle of her vaginal canal.
He stroked its texture over her skin.
"I'm moving."
"Move"
Graffus placed his left hand over Jenna's right hand, which was stroking over her skin. The same goes for the left hand that covered her breasts.
They lay hands on each other, fingers intertwined, gripping each other tightly.
Their minds were one with each other, not just their bodies.
On the bed, skin to skin, lips to lips, their feelings become one.
"Mmm."
Slowly, Graffu's hips began to move.
The man's cock, which had entered her vaginal flesh up to the root, was pulled out, and then back in.
Slowly. Again and again.
He felt like he was going to ejaculate as soon as he moved violently.
It was so pleasurable that he felt like his hips were going to melt.
Jenna's vagina tightened around Graffus's cock with delicate movements, as though hundreds or thousands of tiny tentacles were wriggling around, trying to make him ejaculate.
However, Graphs was desperately enduring it.
He let his hips go, thrust in and out to satisfy Juna, and then let go again.
"Haah, ahh."
Man and woman.
They both breathe hard, moaning, and their intertwined fingers convey their excitement to each other.
Jenna's hands turn white as he gripped her fingers so tightly that they became painfully tight.
Jenna unconsciously dug her fingernails into the back of Graffus' hand.
However, the pain was one of the pleasurable sensations for Graffus.
He was going to lose his mind and felt like he was going to ejaculate right away.
Graffus was also desperate to enjoy the pleasurable feeling for a man for as long as possible.
He repeatedly drilled into Jenna's vaginal flesh, scraping out her love juices, soaking the bed in a puddle.
"Haah, haah, haah――"
"Jenna, Jenna..."
Graffus' vision caught sight of her underwear and the swell of her breasts as they swayed with every piston.
Without hesitation, the top of it. He munched on the erect nipple.
Jenna, who had been concentrating only on the vaginal stimulation, opened her eyes at the sudden stimulation from her breasts.
"Ah, no―― suddenly there!?"
Twitch*. Jenna's back lifted upward.
It was a reaction to the pleasure, but it was also as though she was pushing her breasts against Graffus.
He sucked on her breasts even harder and bit her nipples.
"Hii!? There, stronger!?"
It didn't hurt.
The excitement from sex made her forget about the pain and transformed the slightest pain into pleasure.
As the pleasure gathered in the depths of her hips, her vagina tightened, clamping down harder on Graffus' cock.
"Kuh!!"
Graffus finally ejaculated as he pushed his hips all the way in.
His ejaculation was so intense that it reached the entrance of her womb.
Thick mucus was spat into her vagina, her nipples were bitten so hard that it left teeth marks, and Jenna―― who was in pain and heat―― couldn't stand it and climax.
She tightened her grip on his ejaculating cock and tried to squeeze every drop out of him.
Graffus ejaculated over and over again, feeling so much pleasure that his hips gave out.
It was a dizzying feeling of pleasure, as though his testicles were about to be emptied of their contents, even though they should have been pent up.......
"Ah, ahh……"
He hugged Jenna's slender body and basked in the afterglow of pleasure.
His wife's vaginal flesh wriggles and tightened to squeeze out more of her husband's semen, and he ejaculated a small amount again.
The warmth spread from her hips to her womb and throughout her body.
She couldn't stop her ragged breathing.
……She moved her hands on the bed, which was soaked in sweat, and pull the blanket over her.
(With this warmth, I can do my best.)
Jenna closed her eyes as she hugged her husband, who was still breathing heavily.
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――The next day, Jenna received official instructions from the bishops to defeat the monsters.
At the same time, there were reports that the monster had broken through the barrier of the city, but only briefly.