The journey from Talc to Kuika is a somewhat long one.
To reach it, one must pass through the low-lying wetlands dotted with large and small oases stretching west from Talc, cross the arid badlands on camelback, traverse the Aulos Mountains that protrude gently from the south, and finally travel through the fertile小平 plains by carriage.
If one uses the Wyvern Express, the distance can be covered in a single day, but riding the Express requires official request documents from the military headquarters. While there are times when one is forced to ride without central authorization in an emergency, you are required to write a formal letter of apology afterward. If the trip was for personal business, you might even be fined.
Since the travel itinerary had already been submitted from the Talc base via the Wylo-mail carried by the wyverns, a wyvern pickup would arrive even in an emergency. There was no particular need to rush.
Sieg Becker and his new bride were making their slow way toward Kuika by carriage.
“The ‘naked apron’ is a woman’s dream, you know.”
Inside a room at an inn at night. At Ariel’s sudden remark, Sieg and Rose stared at each other, startled.
“They call it a man’s fantasy, but…” ”…That’s the first time I’ve heard it called a woman’s dream.” “Eh? B-but, a woman’s dream… isn’t that right?”
Troubled, Sieg turned his palm toward Rose, essentially passing the problem off to her. Rose groaned with a conflicted expression.
“Normally, the only person who would be happy about that is a man.” “I-I’m happy… but…” “Why?” “Because it’s not a cosplay; it’s a real naked apron!” ”?”
Was there a difference between “cosplay” and “real” when it came to a naked apron? Even Sieg puzzled over the meaning for a moment, tilting his head in confusion.
Ariel clasped her hands in front of her chest, speaking as if she were cradling something precious.
“Because… just an apron on bare skin. It’s a little erotic, but it’s not just a costume; it’s the very essence of a bride’s duties. A lovely wife who teases her husband while still handling the housework properly. It’s a costume for a pair of lovers to indulge in each other without restraint inside the home. Of course, men would be happy, but as a woman, I think it’s a symbol of the ideal life ♪”
”…Becker, do you understand?” “Don’t ask me; I’m not a woman. Though, if it makes her happy, there’s nothing better.” “I—was—so—long—ing—for—it—. …A-and, after I fell into the life of a working girl, I thought I’d only ever be able to do things like that as a form of make-believe. …I truly, truly never thought I’d be able to become a lovely wife in a naked apron in the real sense of the word.”
Perhaps it was a realization unique to a woman who, having been a prostitute, had nearly lost her chance at a decent, happy life.
Incidentally, Ariel and Rose were currently, in fact, wearing naked aprons. They had not yet arrived at Sieg’s house, but because Sieg became intensely excited by the naked apron, it had become a habit for them to greet him in that attire in bed at night.
Rose was doing this reluctantly, telling herself it was slightly less embarrassing than waiting completely naked, but she had finally realized the reason Ariel was so enthusiastically into it.
”…I-I hate to bring this up this late in the journey, but Sieg, you aren’t going to lead me on like this only to say ‘it was all just a game,’ are you?” “N-no, no, no. I am going to make you my wife properly. No—please become my wife.” ”…Yes.”
Ariel nodded with a bashful, melting expression. In truth, she made this confirmation at least once a day. Having been deceived once before and fallen into prostitution, she was prone to bouts of suspicion.
Rose sighed at Ariel, who possessed a psychology very similar to that of a rootless, lonely half-elf, for better or worse. Well, the girl was pitiable, and her looks were not bad; if this was Sieg’s way of being kind, it wasn’t so bad for the two of them to gradually heal one another as a family. Rose was a woman of broad tolerance, able to accept this. The bottom line was that she simply had to not lose as a woman. Even if she lost a round, she could win the next one and take it back. …Such a view of love as a sportsmanship-filled battle royale was perhaps something only an ogre woman could hold.
“By the way, Rose, do you have any particular fixations like that?”
Sieg asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing his coat to Ariel as he addressed Rose.
Rose crossed her arms, watching from the corner of her eye as Ariel slid the garment onto a hanger and hung it on the wall, swinging her cute backside to shake out the wrinkles and dust.
“I… um. I don’t have any particular particular preferences…”
She thought for a few seconds.
“If I had to say, I suppose my only desire is to be held while being milked, all while my belly is large with pregnancy.”
”…………”
“Heh, it”s normal, isn’t it?”
”…No, I doubt many people would say that before they’re actually pregnant.”
“You think so? I mean, I’ll admit it’s a bit abnormal, but in terms of level, it’s not much different from a man’s fetish for cross-dressing, is it?”
“I don’t know about that. Personally, I find it a turn-on.”
Sieg Becker, 39, human male. There was simply no way for him to grasp the average values held by ogre or dark elf women.
“Then you’ll do it, right? That was my only concern. Listening to the stories from the wives of our young folk, I heard that once the belly gets big, men start to recoil and don’t want to touch them anymore.”
Sieg and Ariel locked eyes as he handed over the shirt.
“From that information, one could easily deduce that such an act is quite ‘abnormal’…”
“True…”
“Wh—! Then, then does that mean Ariel is satisfied with being left alone from the moment she conceives until she gives birth!?”
“No, well, considering the safety of the child, a little bit is… though I have heard that ogre girls are far less prone to miscarriage than other races.”
“Mm. That’s why the young wives have been grumbling that it’s okay to do at least that much… I’ll admit I was a little influenced by them.”
Rose averted her eyes with a slightly awkward expression.
Come to think of it, she is the female foreman of a massive construction guild, Sieg thought to himself.
Between her dignified beauty, her innocence regarding romance, and the way her cool facade shattered the moment something was thrust into her vagina, she was incredibly easy to tease—so much so that he occasionally forgot. She was quite a significant person.
Yet, seeing a woman like that speaking so calmly—or rather, slightly bashfully—under the assumption that she would bear Sieg’s child made him feel an uncontrollable surge of joy. Sieg leaned into Rose, kneading her breast through her apron, and whispered in a voice designed to tickle her feminine core as much as possible.
“Well, as long as you’re okay with it, I’d even let you suck my cock while you’re in labor.”
”…! ♪”
Rose trembled, her eyes narrowing slightly. She looked happy.
“I… I want to give birth… while licking Sieg-san’s cock, too…?”
Ariel pressed against his other side.
Sieg was already wearing nothing, and his semi-erect member was making its presence known in the corner of their vision.
”…T-That’s right, Becker. It wouldn’t be fair if only our desires were being fulfilled. Don’t you have anything like that?”
“We know you love the naked apron look… right?”
The two whispered to Sieg, both reaching their hands toward his member.
”…………”
As his member was rubbed by Ariel’s right hand and Rose’s left, Sieg swallowed hard and muttered.
“Just once…”
”?”
”?”
With a dead-serious face:
“To be surrounded by about twenty girls, having the most blissful, lovey-dovey sex… ugh!”
Rose’s elbow snapped upward, catching Sieg under the chin.
“You man…!”
“Ahaha, now, now.”
Ariel chuckled, leaning down to peer into Siegfried’s face as he lay flat on his back on the bed. “Well then… let me make it come true.” “Ariel?” “Ehehe, actually… I’m quite good at that kind of thing.”
When Siegfried jerked back to consciousness after a momentary lapse, Ariel’s face was right in front of him. They were in the middle of a kiss. “Mnn…!” “Mm…?” And between his legs, he was receiving a double blowjob. He could feel two tongues licking his member from both sides. Furthermore, someone was licking his anus. Someone was licking the fingers of both his hands, and even his toes. All at once. “Mmm—!?” “Nha… Oh, Siegfried, really, in the middle of a kiss…” “Wa—wait a second!” With his arms and legs pinned down, he pressed his lips against hers and pushed Ariel aside just enough to look around with his head. An unbelievable sight unfolded before him. Ten Ariels and ten Roses were lost in the fervor of devouring his entire body. At the edge of the bed and surrounding him, even more Ariels and Roses—those who couldn’t find a position on his body—were lined up, each groping at breasts and crotches beneath their aprons with eyes full of lust. “Wh-what is going on…?” “If you truly try, you should be able to figure it out, Siegfried.” ”…Ah.” Illusion magic. He had completely forgotten, but Dark Elves are still part of the Elven race. Most Elves are a race that has mastered the use of magic. “If you concentrate just a little, you should be able to tell which are illusions and which are real. …My magic is still totally amateur, but Siegfried, that’s your job, isn’t it?” ”…No, I think I’ll pass.” Siegfried deliberately allowed his senses to drift into the pleasure of the tongues lapping over his body and the sounds of masturbation. “This is the best, after all.” ”…I’m glad! ♪” Ariel smiled brightly and resumed kissing him.
After being licked all over for over ten minutes, once it was clear his member was fully erect, the instruments of service moved from his mouth to his lower body. “Haah… ah, ah…” “Nfhu, mmmm…” “Ku, uugh… uuuugh…” “It’s going in… it’s going in!” Ariel straddled his member and lowered her hips. Ariel was inserting her right fingers into her own vagina and anus. His left fingers were being used as a tool for Rose’s masturbation. Rose was straddling his face. And Ariel was rubbing her labia against his left shin.
The tip of his right toe was swallowed whole by Rose’s vagina. “Mnn, nh, aaah… amazing… Sieg-san’s finger, it’s so gooood…” “Becker-saaan! Lift my leg higher… kick my pussy… ravage me with your toes!!” “Sieg-san’s cock feels so good… Your cock, Becker-san… the one that’s going to make me pregnant…!” “Nooo, do me too! Make me feel good too, Becker-saaan!” “Sieg-san, you can be even more violent… just wreck me!!” A multitude of Ariels and Roses threw their carnal lust at Sieg. Flailing their aprons atop him, they coated his entire body in a mixture of saliva and vaginal fluids. “Nn, buh… ngh, obuh…!” With his face smeared sticky with love juices, Sieg licked and suckled Rose’s crotch, his arms and legs trembling as he endured the sensation of the vagina stimulating his groin. He couldn’t tell what was what anymore. His whole body was covered in women, covered in naked aprons, covered in lust. “Nnnnnngghhhhhhhhooooooooooo!!!” Sieg roared into the vulva pressed against his face as he ejaculated. One climax was not enough. Time and time again, while ravishing and being ravished by the women with his entire being, he repeated the act of ejaculation.
”…For us, it was just a normal 3P.” “For Sieg-san, it was supposed to be 21P♪” “That’s incredible… where did you learn such a technique?” “Well, I learned illusion magic naturally from my parents and friends when I was a child… I suppose I only started using it like this after joining the brothel. It doesn’t work very well on Dark Elf customers, but human travelers often leave satisfied after having sort of ‘air sex’.” “You monster…” “It’s fine, since we get the same result in the end.” ”…B-by the way, what about… putting me in a position to be gang-raped by Becker…” “We can do that, you know?” ”…S-some other time.” “Yup♪”
When Sieg opened his eyes, the groups of ten Ariels and Roses had vanished. The Ariels, now reduced to one each, were chatting merrily at the edge of the bed. ”…Ugh. I’m exhausted.” “Ah, you’re awake. Good work, Sieg-san.” ”…I feel like I wasted quite a lot of shots.” Most of the Ariels and Roses who had milked Sieg were likely illusions. He had lost himself in the pleasure and ejaculated repeatedly, but since both of them were quite serious about trying to conceive, he worried with his dazed mind that they might resent the wasted seed. However… “Wasted?” “We didn’t let a single drop go to waste, you know?” As the two of them lifted their hips, a large amount of white, cloudy fluid was stuck to their buttocks and thighs. “Thank you for the feast♪” ”…You’re welcome.” Sieg lay there, limp and exhausted, preoccupied with trivial thoughts like why the one wearing an apron was thanking the one who wasn’t.
Quica is still far away.