■ Tent Situation □
On the first day of our journey, we didn’t reach the village, so we had to sleep outdoors.
Generally, camping outside on such a cold day usually spells trouble for your health.
However, in our tent, there was no need to worry about that, even for a moment.
We had two mages with us—one specializing in flames and the other in wind. They were practically heating specialists.
Especially Dorothea, whose body overflowed with fiery mana, made the surrounding air hot just by standing still.
A five-person tent could be sufficiently warmed by Dorothea alone, who was essentially a human boiler.
Late in the evening, after setting up the tent together, we entered it, dragging our tired bodies.
Even though we hadn’t done much today, riding horses for long periods naturally drains one’s energy.
Since our group was large enough, the watch schedule hadn’t yet reached our party, so all we needed to do now was get some rest.
“Hoo… I think I’ll survive.”
Barnett’s body, revealed as she took off her armor before sleeping, looked perfectly intact—hardly what you’d expect from an undead.
When I mentioned this fact, Barnett gave me a look as if to say, “What do you think I am?”
“And strictly speaking, a dullahan is closer to a fairy than a complete undead.”
“Is that so?”
It seems not all undead are the same.
Apologizing to Barnett for misunderstanding her, I began unpacking my bag.
Before sleeping, I set up a wall of wind around the tent.
It was the same kind used during our stay at the Hamburg fortress. This way, warm air wouldn’t escape, and cold air couldn’t seep in, keeping the tent cozy and warm.
Additionally, sound wouldn’t leak out, ensuring privacy.
“I’m going to sleep soon.”
“Good night.”
“Thank you for your hard work today.”
The tent we bought was spacious enough for someone to roll around in, making it more than sufficient for the three of us.
Though it required a bit of effort to set up, it was worth it.
Once Barnett, lying closest to the entrance, turned off the only lamp, the tent was enveloped in darkness.
And as I’ve mentioned, I have a constitution that allows me to fall asleep easily wherever I lay my head.
After nearly 10 hours of horseback riding, my thighs and back were exhausted and demanded immediate rest. Tiredness and fatigue overwhelmed me, and my eyelids quickly closed.
I was sure, barring any interruptions, I’d sleep soundly until dawn without waking once.
‘Barring any interruptions.’
As I drifted off, I suddenly felt something strange.
I realized that my lower half, which should have been inside the sleeping bag, felt unusually cool.
Strangely, even amid this sensation, I felt something warm and wet pressing against me. Startled, I opened my eyes.
Slurp! Sluuuurp!
Dorothea had somehow slipped into my sleeping bag, removed my pants, and was pleasuring my lower half with a felatio.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since I fell asleep, but judging by how I still felt exhausted, it couldn’t have been too long.
It seemed Dorothea had waited patiently for Barnett to fall asleep, listening for snores before taking action.
I glanced toward Barnett at the tent entrance and whispered cautiously to Dorothea.
“What if we get caught?”
But Dorothea, who had been enthusiastically performing oral sex, pulled back slightly with a playful smile and said,
“It’s fine. As long as we’re careful, we won’t get caught.”
Sheesh.
I stared at her boldness with disbelief, but she continued, rubbing her plump cheeks against my fully erect member lovingly as she spoke.
“You’ve got pent-up desires anyway, right? Let me relieve you of one. Just lie still.”
With that, she resumed her vigorous sucking.
Because she had only recently awakened sexually, Dorothea’s libido rivaled that of Camilla, the succubus.
Her sexual desire was almost at a pubescent level.
Perhaps it was because her physical age was fixed at seventeen, amplifying this tendency.
Regardless, the pleasure was undeniable, and I surrendered my body to her attentions.
Under normal circumstances, I might have moved actively myself, but everything felt too exhausting tonight.
Let her do as she pleased.
Slurp! Sluuuup! Sluuuup!
Dorothea worked diligently, traveling from the base to the tip, then focusing intently on the glans, her lips tightly pursed.
The sensations differed significantly between when she caressed the entire shaft and when she focused solely on the glans.
Given the concentration of nerve endings there, the latter tended to feel more sensitive.
“Guh…”
As I involuntarily groaned, Dorothea paused briefly, using one hand to roll the beads while the other stroked the shaft as she asked,
“Does it feel good?”
In response, I simply nodded slightly.
This prompted Dorothea to grin wider and intensify her efforts, performing the felatio with even greater fervor.
Her small throat engulfed the thick shaft effortlessly, transitioning into what could only be described as an irrumatio.
Perhaps due to her experience being restrained by her signature twin braids during her first encounter, she seemed to derive pleasure rather than pain from performing irrumatio.
When I wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes with my thumb, Dorothea responded with a coy smile despite having the shaft stuffed into her mouth, moving her tongue around the base.
Unable to move further due to the fullness in her mouth, that movement alone was sufficient.
Men are affected as much by visual stimuli as they are by physical sensations.
Dorothea’s passionate techniques were more than enough to heighten the excitement.
“Kuh! I’m cumming!”
As the impending orgasm surged upward, I shouted, prompting Dorothea to make an interesting choice: instead of pulling away, she wrapped her thin arms tightly around my thighs.
Her mouth clung seamlessly to my groin, leaving no gaps.
Unable to hold back any longer, I forcefully ejaculated, filling her small throat beyond capacity with concentrated semen.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Dorothea’s body trembled.
Each time the sticky semen passed through her throat, a transparent liquid trickled down from her short, hip-hugging shorts.
Truly, her body was nothing short of provocative.
After swallowing every last drop without leaving anything behind, Dorothea slowly withdrew her head.
Pop!
As the shaft finally left her mouth, a white foam formed.
Dorothea displayed it with a suggestive smile, bursting the foam with her tongue before swirling and swallowing the remaining semen in her mouth.
Then, with a smug grin, she looked up at me and declared,
“Pathetic~♥”
Amused by her cute provocation, I curled the corner of my lips upward.
Oh really?
“If I’m pathetic or if you’re pathetic, let’s see the results.”
Initially, I had intended to let her have her way.
But with such a challenge, I couldn’t remain passive as a man.
“Huff!”
Reaching under her armpits, I forcibly pulled her up from where she was crouched over my lower half.
With a feminine shriek, “Kyaa!”, she obediently ascended.
I buried my nose in her sweat-drenched neck and fondled her well-rounded buttocks, which contrasted strikingly with her modest bust.
“Ahh…!”
Attempting to suppress her moans by biting her index finger, Dorothea tried to stifle her voice—but it was futile.
As my fingers delved into her soaked privates, she trembled and embraced my neck.
At this point, getting caught by Barnett was the least of our concerns.
All I wanted was to explore the adorable witch in front of me.
As I unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants down, Dorothea lifted her hips slightly to assist.
It’s a given that stripping halfway is more enticing than removing all clothing.
I massaged her slick thighs while stimulating the vicinity of her aroused vulva.
Dorothea’s vulva, already drenched in arousal fluid, seemed to breathe heavily, pleading for immediate penetration in a most provocative manner.
Instead of inserting my shaft immediately, I thrust two fingers into her vagina.
Dorothea’s insides, always impossibly tight, clamped down on my fingers as if reluctant to let them go.
In that position, I started moving my hand forcefully.
Squelch! Squelch!
“Aahh…!”
Accompanied by the sound of moisture, she writhed.
As I enjoyed her reactions while continuing the finger play, Barnett, lying near the entrance, suddenly stirred and rolled over to the opposite side in her sleep.
“…”
“…”
Thinking she might have woken up, both Dorothea and I froze momentarily, then shared a glance and stifled laughter at the absurdity.
Ah, it would be worth enduring ten years of punishment.
