A Humble, Scary-Looking Mid-Rank Adventurer Is Offered Their Bodies by Every Member of a Rising All-Female Party, Begging: ‘You Can Do Whatever You Want With Me, Just Please Spare My Companions.’ - 26

Chapter 26: The Demon Slayer Priestess ♡

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After finishing the meal, Fana was the first to volunteer for the watch.

“If you take the middle shift, your sleep will be fragmented. It’s better for Fana and Patema to get a solid block of rest.”

“I have a sturdy body, so don’t worry about me.”

It was partly due to such consideration from the vanguard team. However, all four of them harbored a certain thought that they dared not put into words.

『After you eat, take turns sleeping. You’re free to decide the time allocation. I’ll take a nap first to prepare for later.』

So Balg had said.

『Rations are enough for me. You girls make sure you eat properly.』

He had said that, too. There was only one conclusion to be drawn from this: an absolute order from the man to prepare their hearts, for he intended to take them one by one. They were in an extreme situation inside a cavern. In a polar environment where the survival instinct was constantly stimulated, a man’s libido would only continue to build. 

Fana knew firsthand that he was constantly struggling with an immense surplus of desire. If even a day passed without release, it would surely affect his performance. In the first place, while they purposely kept their tents apart at the campsite for the sake of self-restraint, they couldn’t even do that inside the cave. By now, he was likely on the verge of losing his ego to the heat swirling in his lower body.

“It’s okay. Leave it to me…”

Fana confirmed that the three of them had fallen asleep and quietly slipped out from behind the light-shielding cloth. When she illuminated the darkness with the dim light of her lantern, she saw a man sitting cross-legged against the wall. His eyes were closed and his head was bowed. He appeared to be sleeping. 

At the entrance of the side-hole they used as a campsite, stones were piled high. It looked like a makeshift barricade Balg had built. Trap-like alarms were set up to automatically detect the intrusion of magical beasts, while scented bags were hung to keep them away as much as possible. Just seeing these measures made Fana realize once again that he was a veteran adventurer. While Fana and the others were leisurely eating, he had been constructing this fortified position.

“…Therefore, I will support you with what I can do.”

Fana stood before the sleeping Balg, who let out quiet, rhythmic breaths. She reached a hand toward her crotch, which was beginning to throb and moisten. Her honeypot was hidden by her dark blue priestess robes. The garment, featuring bold slits, could be easily shifted with her fingertips. Beneath it was her black underwear, a sharp angle of fabric hiding her secret garden. 

She had modified these priestess robes for one purpose, to be able to respond to this man’s demands anytime, anywhere. It was a lewd outfit that stood in direct opposition to the clerical ideals of poverty, innocence, and purity. Despite this, Fana believed this was the most appropriate attire for her as a priestess.

“Balg-san…” 

“Hm? Ah, Fana, you’re here.”

When she whispered his name softly, the sleeping man awoke. He probably hadn’t been in a deep sleep to begin with. He immediately regained clarity and understood that Fana was the first watchman. And then…

“Nn… ♡” 

“Mgh!?”

The girl lunged at the mouth surrounded by that beard. Fana forcibly stole the man’s lips, firmly cradling his head with both hands.

“Mgh-gah!?”

What are you doing! 

He couldn’t even shout. The girl’s sweet breath flowed into his mouth. He was shocked by Fana, who had abandoned her duty as a sentry so early, and his understanding couldn’t keep up with what was happening.

“Phaa… I will accept all of Balg-san’s wicked base desires. Come… ♡” 

“Wa-wait, wait. Think about the situation!” 

“Yes, it’s now or never. While the magical beasts are kept away by the scent bags and the other three are sleeping… ♡” 

“No, that’s why—Mgh-ga-gah!?”

Balg, who was trying to offer a sensible rebuttal as an instructor, had his mouth sealed as his face was enveloped by her massive breasts. The priestess robes, designed for easy removal, were cast aside with one hand. In an instant, Fana was in her underwear and even then, in a scandalous state with her chest exposed. She then pressed her soft breasts against him.

“You must be struggling with your sexual desire too, Balg-san. Please, pour it all into me.” 

“Mgh-uu.” 

“Ufufu… ♡ Despite everything you’re saying, your lower half is honest… ♡” 

“Mgh-gh-gh!”

Fana’s hand groped Balg’s crotch. Beneath his pants, his engorged member was already standing tall. Having walked and stayed on high alert all day, he was exhausted. When a presence like Fana, who was like a concentration of feminine charm, pressed against him, his self-restraint easily snapped. For better or worse, he was far too easily led.

“Leave it to me. You don’t have to move, Balg-san… ♡”

Fana stripped off Balg’s pants in an instant. Even though the belt had a sturdy fastener, her manual dexterity was overwhelmingly superior.

“Shall I comfort you with my breasts? Or my mouth? No, it has to be ‘this’ after all, doesn’t it? ♡” 

“Fana!”

Accepting a man’s base desires was a priestess’s duty. Therefore, this was an obligation. It was a task she was performing out of necessity to protect her three companions. Fana was acting under that pretext. At least, that was what she told herself. However, the corners of the girl’s mouth were completely loose, and her eyes were melting and dazed. 

Her hot breath was the greatest proof that she herself was the one seeking this and feeling excited. And, from the thicket beyond a single layer of thin cloth, love juices were overflowing, obscenely wetting her thighs. That was the irrefutable evidence.

“Fana, this is bad—” 

“Nnoooooooh… ♡”

Squelch~ Parting the water-rich thicket, the man entered the hot, melting, lewd cavern. The fluffy flesh enveloped him, transmitting a primitive stimulus. The girl trembled at the long-absent sensation of pressure. It was a villainous meat rod that felt as if it would tear through her lower abdomen. Its presence had been deeply engraved into her memory and her vagina the first time it was inserted. Naturally, her hips began to move.

“Nhoh… ♡ Oh-gii… ♡ It’s too big… ♡ Something like this is dangerous for the other girls… ♡”

Schlup! Schlup! ♡ her buttocks swayed. Schlick! Schlick…! ♡ Her breasts shook. She had a body built for easy labor, appearing as though she could conceive and bear any number of children. Her buttocks, shaped like perfectly formed giant peaches, swayed obscenely. The tips of her exposed, pure-white breasts were engorged and red. 

The girl drowned in that pleasure in an instant. She abandoned her important duty as a sentry, disregarding even the danger to her companion —yet making the excuse that she was doing this for them.

“Let’s kiss too… ♡ I’ll take Balg-san’s kisses too… ♡”

She devoured the man. Straddling his waist, she let love juices drip ceaselessly from her crotch. Using all of her breasts, which she had once even hated, she devoured the man’s lust. Her appearance was not that of one who had devoted herself to a holy path. She was like a demonic being possessed by lewd desires, consuming base impulses according to animalistic urges. 

Even so, she had her grand justification. That was precisely why she took the man’s thick, ominous, demonic meat rod into her womb. That was precisely why she ravaged the man’s mouth with the tip of her tongue and mixed their saliva.

“Now, please ejaculate inside me… ♡ I’ll accept it all, all of it… ♡” 

“Mgh-uu.”

She planted persistent kisses all over the man. Furthermore, her giant breasts were softly pressed against his face. No matter how sturdy a man might be, having his breathing cut off greatly sapped his strength. Balg, suffering from lack of oxygen, was unable to think properly. 

The ceaseless waves of stimulation flowed into the man’s body, forcing him into a state of excitement. His testicles, which had learned well despite being exhausted from daily intercourse, delivered the essence they had stored up, surely needed for tonight.

“Nnooooooh… ♡ Ohoh… ♡ So hot… ♡ So much is coming out… ♡”

Fana’s buttocks shook with spasms. The hot fluid expelled into her lower abdomen brought her to a peak. It was inconsiderate, villainous, selfish, and masculine. A seed from both holy and unholy sides, intended only for impregnating a woman. It filled her vagina.

“Nn… ♡ Nfuu… ♡ You can still ejaculate more, can’t you? ♡ Give me everything, everything… ♡” 

“Mgh!?”

However, she was not satisfied. She interrogated him, suspecting he was still holding back. 

Give me more pleasure. No, it’s to protect my companions. Give all this stimulation to me. No, it’s so I can take all this pain upon myself. This is a holy devotion. An act that should be met with gratitude. By no means am I shaking my hips because I’ve lost to my own desires and am wretchedly seeking animalistic lust.

“I won’t lose to you, Balg-san… ♡ There’s no way a holy person would lose to a demon… ♡” 

“What are you talking—Ghuu!?”

Her speech was slurred. Her words were incoherent. Nevertheless, only her hips moved smoothly, and her vaginal walls squirmed to stimulate the man. Her secret cleft tightened, and soft, melting folds enveloped the meat rod. 

You’re still holding some back, aren’t you. Give me everything. Spit it out until you’re drained dry. 

It was almost like a threat. Using all the weapons of a woman, she was milking the man dry. She sealed his mouth with her lips, pressed her breasts against him until they were crushed, and writhed her hips. It was enough to make any magical beast passing nearby flee in terror from the overwhelming ferocity.

“See, you can still ejaculate, can’t you? ♡” 

“Mgh.”

A second ejaculation was coming. The same concentration and amount as the first shot were poured into Fana’s belly once again. But even then, she didn’t stop. More accurately, she couldn’t stop. Fana’s mind was entirely dominated by lewd lust, and while her consciousness remained hazy, she charged forward solely on broken instincts.

“More… ♡ Give me more… ♡”

She swung her hips along with her mutterings. She sought pleasure with single-minded devotion. Until her soul was exhausted, and she leaned against the man’s chest, falling asleep as she lost to the onslaught of fatigue.

“More… ♡ More… ♡ It’s still not enough… ♡”

Pan! Pan! Pan! A wet sound echoed. The woman straddling the man let out an obscene cry.

“Ugh, uu… He’s my… He’s my Balg…”

There was one woman watching that lewdly disheveled woman through a gap in the light-shielding cloth. She was huddling, her hand thrust into her own crotch. While gouging and digging into the depths of her vulva, her chest felt constricted. A wet stain had formed at her feet. Her limp tail was damp.

“I’m number one… I’m supposed to be number one…”

She felt sharp pain in her heart, as if claws were digging into her heart. This man was expelling his seed into another woman’s vagina repeatedly. She shouldn’t want to see it, yet she couldn’t look away. Precisely because she belonged to the beastwoman race, which instinctively valued hierarchy, she couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of defeat at the scene before her. That woman was obtaining the joy of a female that she was originally supposed to enjoy. She was being robbed of a top-tier male’s power, his scent, and his seed.

“Why…”

Even as she groaned in agony, the hand comforting herself did not stop. Rather, it accelerated, and the strength increased. This was basically a violent act of self-harm. Her other free hand went under her clothes, kneading her breasts. She desperately tried to recall the sensation of that man’s hands.

“Ugh, uugh!”

Just like that, she reached her climax. For a moment, her dark, muddy emotions were rewarded. The sexual climax that made her lower body tremble healed the wounds in her heart. But even that only made the cruel reality stand out vividly. The man was still drowning in his companion’s lewd techniques. 

I want it too… I want that meat rod that roughly scrapes a woman’s vagina. I want to mate until the sweat seeps out. Why, why…

There was still some time left until the change of the watch.

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