I discarded the cut flag, drew my short sword, and ran at full speed to get between Priscilla and the troll that was facing her, slashing at its legs. As it collapsed in pain, I slashed its face and split its head open.
“Priscilla, everyone’s gone home. Are you the only one still playing…?”
“I thought you’d come to get me. I didn’t want to go home alone.”
Priscilla, the Lycanthrope, had injuries all over her body. She was about as tall as me when I looked up at her, but she looked strangely lonely, perhaps because I’d known her for so long.
Lately, the poles we thrust at each other have gotten longer. If I make this joke, the Lycanthrope’s claws will probably come at me.
“Let’s go. The wartime reward should be enough now.”
“Yeah, this should be plenty. Just you wait and see.”
As she finished speaking, the Lycanthrope collapsed into a human form.
“Priscilla!”
I couldn’t help but call out. I caught Priscilla as she fell, and she fell asleep in my arms, breathing softly. She must have been under an immense amount of stress.
To carry Priscilla, I wrapped her in the flag I’d taken, but it was surprisingly large. It reminded me of a qipao with no slits, or maybe a spring roll.
There’s still a long way to the rendezvous point. And by now, they should have already left. It would be best to go directly to the border.
The problem is how to transport her. She doesn’t seem to have any serious injuries, so I’ll have her walk on her own once she’s capable. But the sun is setting soon, and it looks like rain. It would be best to get as far away from here as possible and bivouac. I need to find shelter from the rain and avoid losing body heat.
As I walked, carrying her like a spring roll (metaphorically), searching for a place to bivouac, I found a large hollow in a tree, big enough for two people. I peeled off the spring roll’s wrapper.
Using the wrapper as a roof, I laid down grass and plants as bedding and took off my clothes. Of course, it was for warmth, nothing more. At night, the rain started, and the temperature dropped.
Holding her from behind naked, she was surprisingly warm, and I could feel Priscilla’s warmth. Priscilla was asleep, so she didn’t thrash around. I couldn’t see or hear any enemies. Only the sound of the rain pattering.
This isn’t so bad, is it? A quiet night sleeping, holding a beautiful naked woman. I just hope no enemies come. Even if I can’t sleep, I can hold Priscilla.
Morning came, and sunlight entered the forest. Fortunately, no enemies appeared, we didn’t get wet, and we warmed each other. I didn’t sleep until Priscilla opened her eyes. When I got sleepy, I just used condensation and dissolution to wake myself up. Anything more… I just massaged and licked her chest a little.
“Ooh, can you explain the current situation?”
“The current situation is that we’re escaping enemies and bivouacking to avoid the rain.”
“And after that.”
“We’re embracing each other from behind, naked, to keep warm.”
“My question was poor… What is this thing sticking out?!”
“That’s my condensation, used to wake myself up. It’s not sticking out. It’s placed between our legs. It’s warm and feels nice.”
“Well, it’s sticking all the way through to this side. I wonder what it feels like to have it grow from yourself…”
With that, Priscilla gripped the tip of the condensed Buster Sword.
“Ouch, ouch. It’s just a little playful wake-up call, you know!”
“Oh, a wake-up call? This should wake you up better…”
She released her grip and pressed it against herself. As I advanced my Buster Sword, I was enveloped in tenderness and warmth.
“As big as ever… It’s just right for waking up, I guess…”
“Shall I make it smaller?”
“I don’t care, go ahead…”
Since I had the go-ahead, I didn’t hold back. I slowly began to thrust in and out of Priscilla.
“Ahhhnnn! Ahnn! Nnn! Uuu!”
While she was sleeping, I had been moving my Buster Sword along the crevice to warm her. Her inner juices were also overflowing. Perhaps she woke up because it felt good.
“Priscilla, a kiss…”
I placed my left hand on her face, turned her head, and intertwined our tongues. My right hand, of course, was on her large breasts, unable to cover them. I had to stimulate them with my fingertips.
“Nguuuhnnn! Nnn! Ah… Ahhnn! Ahh!”
No matter how much I moved or how deeply I thrust, she couldn’t suppress her moans. But with me also touching her breasts, she couldn’t hold back. The occasional cries she let out stirred my lust.
My right hand, having enjoyed itself enough, moved from her breasts downwards. Further down, I pushed through her jungle and fumbled with the button to her hidden treasure.
“Nooo… Stop… Youuu! … So gooood…! Nooo… Stop!”
When she says no, do you think I’ll stop? I increased the speed of my hips even more and ejaculated inside her.
“I’m cumming… Iii… Iiiigouu…! Ii… Iiigouu…!”
I chanted dissolution and withdrew my penis from Priscilla’s body, and the white liquid flowed out with it. Priscilla’s body heaved and then grew still.
“Mikael… That was the best…”
Priscilla’s eyes were glistening, and she looked ten times cuter. I kissed her again and massaged her breasts.
“Let’s go again…”
“Don’t be an idiot, let’s run!”
Priscilla pushed away my hand from her chest and tried to stand up, but her waist buckled, and she fell onto her hands. Her behind was completely exposed. White fluid was still dripping from her honey pot.
“M-my waist… I-I can’t stand…”
I had planned to leave when the sun rose, but I’ll consider it a “good” use of precious time and energy.
We proceeded smoothly without being chased by enemies after we departed. It was a delightful march, until my eyes were drawn to the healthy thighs peeking through the daring slits of her improvised qipao, and I tripped on a tree root.
By nightfall, we were using the flags we’d picked up as makeshift tents, and the second battle of the night was about to begin.
“This way will be more enjoyable.”
Indeed. My Buster Sword, with fifty millimeters of Godspeed, and a Lycanthrope with an indestructible body using a cannon? Is there love in this?
The form of love was so passionate that it dislocated my left shoulder. Gentle Priscilla placed her hand on my left shoulder, in pain, and forcibly popped it back in. Ah, how grateful I am!
Of course, even after waking up in the morning, I had no strength or will to use condensation. My throbbing member twitched, and she gently took it into her mouth, causing me to twitch in a different way. Oh, how embarrassing.
We delayed our departure, and as our water ran out, we finally saw the border. Everyone from the White Lily Corps was waiting for us, and we embraced with joy.
Fortunately, the White Lily Corps only had minor injuries, but the Christine’s Army had casualties. Christine looked displeased, saying, “…Not everyone…”
“It’s good that everyone is safe. Have the injured been treated?”
“We’ve cast all the recovery magic we could, so they’re fine. Captain, are you alright?”
Sophia seemed to have tried her best with my question, but Christine clearly disliked the “all the recovery magic we could” part. I’d rather she not have seen it.
“Orietta, did you get home safely?”
“Ori is fine, she’s not injured~”
Her tone implies she’s alright. And she’s wearing clothes.
“Rufina, are you alright?”
“This one is fine. More importantly, Captain, you haven’t spilled any precious blood, have you?”
“I’m fine. Just a dislocation.”
So it was “blood” after all. Well, if it’s related to magic power, it can’t be helped. …Next time, I’ll make her work until her magic power is gone, then shove her down.
“Alana, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Captain, is your mouth alright?”
Ah, she’s probably referring to the injury from back then. I had to force it back then to restore her senses, but I don’t want to do that again. It was forced, and those fangs are dangerous. They can wound with just a touch, and I even cut my mouth.
I guess it’s better that I didn’t bite off my tongue. Priscilla also has fangs, but I’ve never forced anything on her. Granted, I’ve broken that soundproof tent a few times, and when we were outside, I’ve had to restrain Priscilla as she toppled trees, but it wasn’t forced.
If I had truly forced myself on her, I’d be crushed or bitten to death by now. Even though I’m doing things extravagantly, I want to believe it’s consensual. If possible, I’d prefer it to be a little more serene.
With this, it looks like everyone can return safely. I should go see Baron Krisel. Sophia said he returned safely. After that, I need to go to the Mercenary Guild and get my reward.
Sigh… The thought of future wartime rewards weighs heavily on me.
