Late at night.
In the wooden house.
Elena didn't want to think about the reason she went to the woods, and even almost went in to find Silas anxiously.
Too many questions.
'Oh, those things are afraid of fire. It's normal for clothes to become like this to kill them with fire.'
As if naturally agreeing with what Silas said.
Completely didn't feel it was a lie. Those things are just afraid of fire. But where did the basis come from?
She couldn't trust others so easily, especially men.
Then back here.
'Cover your face with a bra.'
'Wh-why... is my face ugly?'
'...'
No.
Shouldn't have asked such things. Even felt nervous.
'I should have said the content of sincerity also includes don't ask. Treat it as my XP.'
This is a lie.
Although no basis, just so certain.
Seems not important either.
Because, going to lick his thing again. Like that, there will definitely be some incomprehensible images in the head.
"Mmh?"
"Your oral technique is too bad, breasts can be considered commendable."
"?"
"Titjob, done before right?"
"Ah... mmh..."
Too embarrassed.
Inexplicably, felt fortunate bra covered face.
But, if not using mouth... didn't swallow, head wouldn't hurt.
"..."
Even after taking a bath in the wooden tub with hot water, she could smell a slight burnt smell on Silas. Monastic clothes burned sticking to skin, or a small tuft of hair burned off.
So sturdy.
Those she saw in the monastery before always wanting to get close to Sister Nun, were all fat nobles or merchants, disgusting to look at.
And someone like Silas with abdominal lines, solid muscles. Only those battle-hardened knights or hardworking slaves. They usually have very tanned, rough skin. Won't be so delicate.
"What are you touching?"
"Eek?! I-I am... don't know how to do..."
"Is clamping hard?"
Felt like the man in front was impatient, directly pulling her to squat in front, holding bulging large mounds.
Breasts that can squeeze out deep cleavage just by putting arms together, once personally squeezed with hands, that kind of fullness needs no further description.
Elena could feel, very hot, hard and big.
That unique scent of men, strongly stimulating her nose wings.
"Isn't this doable?"
"..."
Clearly should be very humiliated.
But just carefully clamping, moving chest to go, after being praised became very awkward. Shy...
"Wait, I remember you were hard to erect before."
"Now how come just started rubbing cherry twice so perky?"
"...I-I am also a woman."
Elena face covered by bra, couldn't see Silas's expression, but could know cherry being rubbed.
"Completely submitted? I thought you were more unyielding."
"..."
Don't know what thought, unwilling to do again. A bit angry. Knowing being treated as a woman, very uncomfortable.
"This... is just a transaction."
Then, finished speaking as if asking and answering herself, started moving again. More intense, cleavage embedded more urgently.
Elena couldn't stand this weird feeling of uncontrollably trembling thighs anymore.
She clearly wasn't like this.
No matter what impossible to be excited because of being coerced by man.
Only one way to understand truth, swallow his thing...
Squeezing harder, after he shoots, secretly eat a little.
"Hiss."
"..."
Deepening breast pressure indeed useful, soon, Elena felt chest filled with hot stuff, impacting to neck and flowing to navel.
"Ok. You also wash then sleep early. Although burned those things to death, but not sure what's outside fog, nor how far to walk. I have no time to care if you can keep up."
"..."
Liar.
Really thought so, should have abandoned when sick.
But now is not interval to care about lies or not.
Why?
Sleep then sleep, based on what easily use a basin of water to pour away stuff she held back awkwardness to squeeze out?!
"..."
Silas left.
Naturally slept on small bed. Today seemed not planning to tie her up.
"..."
Elena just stared blankly at some dispersed white floating in water. And filth poured on floor by Silas just now already indistinguishable what it was.
She couldn't do it again.
Then can only...
Secretly peeked at Silas's side, not observing here. Back facing her sleeping on side.
She then like kitten drinking water, lying on edge of wooden tub, using finger to stain floating stuff... not very fishy in mouth. Head didn't sting, no images either.
On the floor!
Impossible to let strange thoughts play tricks anymore.
Lying on floor again, enduring weird feeling to lick.
"..."
Over.
Useless at all.
Could it be just own illusion? Simply not because of eating his thing stinging. Is because of sickness?
No.
At that time more swallowing more uncomfortable, more images flashing. Even reason for sickness, seems not rain... but ate his kind of thing.
No mistake.
Must have forgotten many things. In memory felt sister Leah depending on each other simply couldn't support reason for wanting to be merchant from heart, although many times would recklessly help herself, also good sister. But more times, had to comfort her. Occasionally even more cowardly coward than herself. Afraid of dark or something.
And when she was afraid, not relying on Leah. It was Sister Rose, this is right.
Polar bear...
"..."
Elena wiped clean water drops on body, put on clothes. Bra not worn where should be, continue hanging on forehead.
Room only illuminated by bonfire burning outside door, very dim.
She groped to edge of small bed.
"Um... I today, don't need to be tied?"
"No need, you... mmh, quite obedient."
Silas where so fast asleep.
He just bored using X-Ray vision observing Elena bathing.
Saw what?
Could be naked like that, butt sticking up in wooden tub licking that what he shot? Feeling not satisfied, even licking floor.
Actually she is a masochist? This is style trained by himself... didn't train so hard either!
No matter what impossible to be hallucination, can only understand, respect. This kind, what need to tie?
"..."
"Y-you did so much. I was like that before... just, want to apologize, express sincerity..."
"Already expressed right?"
"I heard men only once, is impotent... you shouldn't be impotent right?"
Elena unconsciously trembling thighs.
She just had intuition, saying anything else not as useful as saying this sentence.
"..."
And indeed, Silas climbed up.
"Are you a masochist?"
"What is masochist?"
"Just having hobby of being abused."
"How possible?!"
"I saw just now, you lying on floor licking."
"!"
How could it be?
Clearly back facing him!
"But you like this, actually still a virgin."
"?!"
Touched between legs, Elena froze.
"Fine, originally not much mood. But since you are so sincere... how want to express?"
"..."
She thought would be violated.
Not being that... why a bit disappointed?
This strange, more thinking more awkward thought... must remember.
"Give you..."
"Mmh?"
"Use mouth..."
"Your technique sucks."
"I-I will be serious! Definitely will..."
"..."
This life Elena never thought, one day would say such words to man. Like begging to lick.
Already said it.
So.
Reaching out touching hard thing, bra not buckled by Silas. She deliberately left some gap, could peek slightly.
Purpose just swallowing that fishy thing.
But how process... so tormenting.
Forget mouth, tongue numb, didn't see sign of bulging.
"Indeed quite serious. But still sucks."
"!"
Elena inexplicably angry.
Supporting Silas's thigh, swallowed to bottom in one breath. Soft large mounds directly pressing on Silas's crotch, lips directly touching bottom. Maybe ate some hair.
"Slurp slurp~"
She didn't care anymore.
One thought in head. Let man in front shoot. Give her. Can't be looked down upon like this.
Finish quickly.
As she wished. Breath full of strong hormones impacting her throat.
"Cough cough cough..."
Choked very uncomfortable.
But, head stinging feeling came. Didn't guess wrong, floor kind diluted or mixed with others, useless. Only pure ones work.
'Joke?'
'Polar bear pulled out own fur one by one, said felt cold.'
'Don't you all think it's funny?'
'Brother-in-law, what is polar bear?'
Remembered.
Herself, sitting in man's arms. Still very small.
'Bear living in North Pole.'
'But, where is North Pole? Can Elena go?'
'Wait until you become outstanding merchant, then can go.'
'...'
So it's like this.
From very long ago, admiring man in front.
"Is it a bit too desperate? Although I'm not good person, but have contract spirit."
"..."
Eyes seemed inexplicably overflowing with tears.
Elena covered bra lifted some gap tightly, seeing nothing anymore.
"This is... transaction."
She didn't know what to do.
That admiration derived from little girl period longing, simply didn't make psychological preparation to transform into actual action. But already happened.
How to face Sister Rose?
How to... in interval still pressing brother-in-law's thigh with chest, gripping his still very hard thing, tell him, she is Elena.
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