Saying that, Charles pulled a long face, looking utterly wronged. "I'm thinking about this purely from a practical angle. Madam Fatima is willing to die, and I respect her deeply for that. How could I possibly have those kinds of thoughts about her, sweetheart, you… sigh."
He heaved a sigh and turned his head away, refusing to look at her. Anno's small mouth parted; she was completely persuaded, her earlier assumptions shaken. At that moment, she couldn't help wavering. "Did I… accuse you wrongly?"
Got her.
Charles kept his head turned and continued playing pitiful. "You're not wrong, sweetheart. I'm the one at fault. I'll just lie awake by myself tonight and reflect on my mistakes…"
Anno hurried a step forward, grabbing his arm. "Don't, I… I was wrong about you, okay? I…"
She pressed her lips together, her face suddenly flushing red. Then she rose on tiptoe, leaning close to his ear. "How about… tonight, I use my mouth for you…"
Off to the side, Hattie—who was still tidying up the battlefield—suddenly let out a muffled snort of laughter, clapping a hand over her mouth. Startled, Anno twisted around, looking at her guiltily. "What are you laughing at all of a sudden?!"
Hattie shook her head. "It's nothing, don't mind me. You two just keep whispering your sweet nothings. I just remembered something that made me happy…"
With that, she turned away, still covering her mouth. Charles forced his expression to stay neutral and murmured to Anno, "Ignore her. She's always like that."
"So, sweetheart, we're settled for tonight?"
Anno's face was scarlet as she gave a tiny nod. "Mm."
"Good." His mood shot straight through the roof. He took her hand and turned back toward the ship. "Let's go. This expedition's been a complete success."
Once they'd cleaned up the battlefield, everyone headed back to the big ship. Hattie powered up the vessel and they turned back toward Liberl Port.
The day passed quickly. That night, a round white moon hung high in the night sky. Under the moonlight, the ship cut through the dark waves, slow but steadily sailing on.
Most of the battle nuns had already turned in. Right then, however, Anno was still alone on the bow deck, leaning on the rail, letting the sea breeze wash over her worried face as she stared into the distance.
She'd just finished her bath. Her golden, curly long hair hung damp down her back. She wore only a bath towel, smooth, rounded shoulders bare, cloaked in a veil of silvery moonlight.
Behind her, the cabin door opened. Charles stepped out, also fresh from a bath, wrapped in a towel and wearing slippers. He came up behind her, slipped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his chest. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
He could tell she had something on her mind. At this hour, if she were fine, she should already be in bed pretending to sleep, waiting for him to come in and claim the promise she'd made that afternoon—not standing here spacing out.
"I still can't quite relax about the undead on that island," Anno murmured, nestling into his arms. "That fallen prince and his dracolich are still slumbering beneath it. And we have no way to eliminate that threat…"
"Charles, I can't help feeling unwilling to just walk away. I'm a paladin, and yet here I am, slinking off with my tail between my legs…"
She grumbled in low frustration. Charles rubbed his cheek against hers; the scent of soap in her hair was intoxicating. "You can only do as much as your strength allows, sweetheart. Taking out that Death Knight, and that Lich who could cast 9th-level spells—that's already huge."
"As for that legendary prince, that's not something two kids who aren't even twenty yet should be tackling. Don't force it."
He deliberately stressed the age part. Anno couldn't help giggling, the tension easing from her face. "You're right. We've got time. We're not at our peaks yet."
As a paladin with a body saturated in holy power, as long as she didn't suffer some crippling, permanent injury, Anno could always recover. That meant, unlike warriors, she wouldn't be dragged down by lingering damage; she could keep training and steadily growing stronger.
Even if she never broke into legend, a paladin could usually maintain her peak into her sixties, sometimes only starting to decline after seventy. Meanwhile, warriors and rangers—pure physical classes—often hit their downhill slide in their thirties, sometimes before forty, as age and old wounds took their toll.
Anno wasn't even twenty yet. She had a long road ahead—no need to rush.
While they spoke, Charles's hand quietly undid her bath towel, then slipped inside, cupping one full, perky breast and kneading it gently.
Anno's cheeks flushed. They were alone, but they were still outdoors. The sea breeze chilled her skin, while the nearness and shame made her feel overheated all at once.
She twisted around, burying her face against his shoulder, and gave him a light, embarrassed punch. "Back to the room!"
Charles smiled, rewrapping the towel snugly around her body. Then he scooped her up and carried her back inside, up the stairs, to their small room.
The moment they stepped in, he couldn't wait any longer. He undid her towel again and tossed it straight to the floor.
Anno tilted her chin up, and Charles lowered his head to capture her bright red lips. His big hands roamed greedily over her bare, yielding body, caressing every inch of soft, springy flesh.
Holding her close, he walked her back to the bed and pushed her down onto it. Anno naturally lifted one leg, long since used to what was coming next.
But this time, Charles didn't rush to enter her. Instead he leaned in, lips by her ear, and murmured with a wicked grin, "Sweetheart… that thing you promised me this afternoon…"
Anno's face turned even redder. She squirmed, clearly trying to come up with an excuse to back out—but in the end, she couldn't think of a single one that didn't sound pathetic.
Charles shrugged off his own bath towel, lay back on the bed, and half-closed his eyes, quietly waiting for her service.
After a moment of hesitation, Anno decided to honor her promise. She shifted, crawling down by his lower body. Her small hand wrapped around his rising thick cock and, a little clumsily, she stroked up and down twice before opening her mouth and taking him fully inside.
"Whew…"
Charles let out a breath. Anno's technique was clumsy; he could feel her teeth and tongue bumping and scraping randomly along his shaft, tickling him so much he nearly burst out laughing.
But for the sake of her pride, he forced it down, resting a hand on the back of her head and gently urging her to take him deeper.
Under his guidance, Anno did her best to lower her head further, trying to swallow more of his thick cock, until the head pushed into her throat—
"Woo—"
She suddenly twisted away, flopping onto the bedside and gagging. Her throat really was tight—Charles had barely gotten in before she reacted so strongly.
Charles hurried over to her side, patting her back with a soft chuckle. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah… I'm fine."
She let out a long breath, then shot him a faintly aggrieved look before flopping back onto the bed. Closing her eyes, she declared in a mock-whiny tone, "Okay, okay. I finished what I promised. Time for sleep."
Charles chuckled quietly and didn't push her. The fact that she'd taken the initiative at all counted as huge progress in his book.
He moved back, lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, and slid his hand along the smooth inside of her thigh. When his fingers brushed the entrance of her secret garden, he found the girl already soaking wet.
No more delays. He edged forward, lining the head of his thick cock up with her slick entrance, then slowly pushed in—
"Mm…"
Anno let out a small, nasal moan, her full breasts rising and falling with her breaths. She shifted her hips, lifting her rounded backside just a little, adjusting to a better angle to receive him, helping him slide in more smoothly.
Once he was fully seated inside her, the girl wrapped both arms around his shoulders, her hazy gaze full of love.
Then Charles began his assault. His thick cock pounded into her again and again, the force of each thrust making her breasts sway wildly and pulling sweet, melodic moans from her lips.
The girl didn't seem remotely aware that the ship's soundproofing was actually pretty bad. Her clear, ringing cries cut right through the wooden walls—nuns sleeping in the next cabin over, even on the lower deck, could hear every note.
She had no idea, and didn't try to muffle herself in the slightest, lost completely in the fierce pleasure of making love to the man she adored.
At last, when Charles leaned down to kiss her lips, he finally burst inside her. The intense climax made her whole body tremble, until she melted beneath him like a puddle, breath coming in faint, shallow threads.
Charles withdrew, still full of energy and nowhere near tired—but the girl in his arms was spent.
He pulled her close, gave her a few soft goodnight kisses, and only then did she close her eyes and fall asleep, content in his embrace.
She'd specifically trained herself in how to fall asleep quickly, and with her excellent physical condition, it wasn't hard. Just like a baby, she slipped into deep sleep almost the instant she shut her eyes.
Charles was just about to nod off himself when the door to their room quietly eased open. His expression shifted, and he glanced over to see a familiar shadow slip inside and close the door behind her.
It was Hattie. He knew that figure too well—her curves were unmistakable. Even with the lights off and only a vague silhouette visible, he'd have recognized her anywhere.
"Hattie?" Charles whispered, a little confused.
As he spoke, he cast a sidelong look at the sleeping Anno. Luckily, this girl always slept like the dead. The night Rockseeker's Outpost was destroyed, the whole place was shaking from the quakes outside, and she'd still slept through it until he rushed into her room and shouted her awake.
With Hattie opening and closing the door this quietly, there was no way it'd wake her.
On tiptoe, Hattie padded over to his side and silently sat down on the bed. For all her lush curves, her witch nature kept her surprisingly light. The mattress barely dipped beneath her.
Smiling, she whispered to Charles, "Master, you just finished over here?"
Charles felt his face go a bit stiff. "Uh… you all heard that?"
Even after so long practically living as man and wife, knowing everyone on the ship had heard everything made him flush with embarrassment—especially considering it wasn't just Hattie and Theresa onboard, but Nymeria and over a hundred battle nuns too.
"We heard every bit," Hattie giggled. "We were just outside listening. Whenever her voice went up, we knew you'd started getting serious…"
Charles coughed, awkward, and changed the subject. "Guess that proves the soundproofing in this room really does suck. I'll figure out a way to fix that later."
Hattie leaned in, looping her arms around him. "But Master, you didn't really get your fill, did you? You lasted way shorter than when you're with us."
That was true. Charles nodded slightly. "She seemed really tired, so I didn't push it. I just finished quickly."
Hattie lowered her head and brushed a kiss against his cheek. "That's why I came."
"Master, let me take over for the second round."
As she spoke, one hand slid up his chest while the other slipped down, quickly finding the thick, still‑half‑hard dragon between his legs.
Her fingers stroked and teased, and it didn't take long before that not‑at‑all‑satisfied beast stood fully erect once more. Hattie's body lowered gradually, and in the dark, her eyes locked hungrily on that thick cock.
To be honest, it wasn't exactly clean. Moments ago it had been plunging through Anno's body in wild waves; now it was smeared with the paladin's juices.
Hattie, however, didn't show even a flicker of disgust. She simply parted her lips and took him in.
"Woo…"
Feeling her warm mouth fully envelop his thick cock, her soft tongue swirling gently around the head, massaging him, Charles couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath.
He turned his head just a fraction, casting another glance at Anno. She was still out cold, no sign of waking. Only then did he finally relax a little, gingerly shifting his body, trying to slip out of her arms.
But even in sleep, she kept the posture she'd had when she nodded off—clinging to Charles. Her arms were still wrapped around his like an octopus, not loosening in the slightest.
Which meant that right now, Charles couldn't even get free of her grip. He had to stay right where he was, locked in a cuddle with Anno up top while letting Hattie tend to his lower body with her mouth.
He could feel Hattie not only licking him with her tongue, but also giving light bites, sucking with the power of her cheeks, and finally swallowing him down past her throat, using the full strength of her mouth to squeeze him.
Charles felt his scalp tingle. Hattie's service tonight wasn't any different from usual; with his Willpower, he could normally endure all of this with ease.
But tonight was different. Tonight, Anno lay right beside him—actually in his arms. The paladin's face was serene, her breathing slow and steady, each warm puff of air on his chest a reminder that she'd made his arms her safe harbor, her place of comfort and sweetness.
Meanwhile, his upper body held her gently, and his lower body was enjoying Hattie's expert mouth.
He kept worrying she'd suddenly wake up, see the situation, and the thought of what would happen after that was too terrifying to even imagine.
That constant fear ratcheted his nerves to the breaking point, shredding his Willpower. At the same time, that danger and pressure lit up something deep inside him, flooding him with a heady, indescribable thrill.
"Ah…"
In the end, he couldn't take it. He erupted in Hattie's mouth. Under normal circumstances, he could've gone an hour without breaking a sweat. Tonight, he didn't even last ten minutes before losing it.
Feeling him suddenly explode in her throat, Hattie's pretty brows twitched. She lifted her gaze to his, amusement dancing in her eyes.
Slowly, she pulled his thick cock from her mouth, then, right in his line of sight, her throat flexed as she swallowed, sending everything he'd released straight down.
Only then did she smile and whisper, "Master, is this situation really that exciting for you?"
Charles gave a wry smile. Glancing at the sleeping Anno, then back at Hattie, he murmured, "I keep thinking she's going to wake up any second."
Hattie's lips curved in a soft, knowing smile. "Master really doesn't need to worry. From what I've seen, Lady Anno is a very deep sleeper. As long as you don't deliberately call her name, she won't wake."
As she spoke, she pulled open the front of her nun's habit, revealing the almost absurdly large breasts beneath.
She nestled Charles's thick cock between them, soft flesh enveloping him as she began to move, her breasts stroking up and down his length. As she worked him, she whispered, "So Master, all you have to do is enjoy tonight."
Charles closed his eyes, heart pounding, savoring the feeling of Hattie's breasts wrapped around him. But Anno's arms still encircled him, making it terribly inconvenient.
Thinking for a moment, he began quietly chanting an incantation, casting Mage Hand. The invisible force grabbed the thin quilt at the foot of the bed, as well as both bath towels, and draped them all over Anno.
Even out at sea, it was still summer—hot and humid, nearly suffocating. With the quilt over her, sweat quickly beaded across her forehead and back. The overheated discomfort made her squirm.
Naturally, she loosened her grip on Charles, rolled over, and in the process knocked all the covers and towels to the floor, leaving herself completely bare again.
Okay, that's handled.
Charles let out a quiet sigh of relief. Looking down at Hattie, who was smiling as she worked his shaft between her breasts, he whispered, "Let's move over by the wall."
Hattie didn't object. She ended the titjob, got up, and walked over to the wall. Planting her hands against it, she slowly lowered her waist, gravity pulling her massive breasts down like a pair of hanging bells.
At the same time, she lifted her plump, round hips. Between those pale, fleshy thighs, the soft pink lips of her sex were already glistening, ready and waiting for his attention.
Charles slipped carefully out of bed, slid into his slippers, and crossed to the wall. Guiding his still raging, rock‑hard cock with one hand, he aligned it with Hattie's tight, slick entrance and pushed in with a steady pressure—
"Mm…"
A low, sultry moan slipped from Hattie's throat. The delicious sensation of her empty body being filled so thoroughly made her shiver with pleasure. Her full, juicy ass rocked in small circles, making tiny adjustments in height and angle, shifting into the perfect position to welcome Charles's thrusts.
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