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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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The first day of the journey, we had to camp outside.
Sleeping outdoors in this cold weather was usually a recipe for disaster.
But our tent was an exception.
We had two mages: a fire mage and a wind mage.
We were, in a sense, specialists in heating.
Dorothea, in particular, radiated so much fire mana that she could warm the surrounding air just by being there.
She alone was enough to heat a five-person tent.
After a long, tiring day, we set up the tent and crawled inside.
I took the innermost spot, Dorothea the middle, and Vanessa the entrance.
While we hadn’t done much, the long hours on horseback were exhausting.
Fortunately, with so many people in the caravan, we didn’t have to stand watch, so we could rest soundly.
“Phew… this is the life.”
Vanessa, having removed her armor, looked surprisingly normal for an undead.
When I mentioned this, she gave me a strange look.
“What did you think I was? And Dullahans are technically a type of fairy, not completely undead.”
“Really?”
It seemed not all undead were the same.
I apologized to Vanessa for my misunderstanding and began to unpack my bag.
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Before going to sleep, I created a wind barrier around the tent.
It was the same spell I had used in Hamburg Fortress. It trapped the warm air inside and kept the cold air out, creating a cozy environment.
It also muffled any sounds, ensuring our privacy.
“Time to sleep.”
“Good night.”
“Good work today.”
The tent was spacious enough for the three of us to move around comfortably.
While it had been a bit of a hassle to set up, it was worth it.
Vanessa, lying at the entrance, extinguished the lantern, and the tent was plunged into darkness.
As I had mentioned before, I could sleep anywhere, as long as I had a place to lay my head.
My thighs and back, sore from the long ride, craved rest. I succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue and closed my eyes.
I would likely sleep soundly until morning, unless something unforeseen happened.
Unless.
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I tossed and turned in my sleep, then suddenly felt a strange sensation.
My lower body, which should have been inside my sleeping bag, felt… cool.
And my cock was warm and wet. I snapped my eyes open.
“…”
Slurp! Sluuurp!
Dorothea had somehow managed to crawl into my sleeping bag, remove my pants, and was now giving me a blowjob.
I didn’t know how long I had been asleep.
But it didn’t feel like much time had passed. I was still tired.
Dorothea must have been waiting for Vanessa to fall asleep. As soon as she heard her snoring, she had made her move.
I glanced at Vanessa at the entrance and whispered to Dorothea,
“What if she catches us?”
Dorothea, who had been enjoying my cock, grinned and pulled away.
“It’s fine. She won’t catch us if we’re careful.”
Seriously?
I looked at Dorothea with disbelief, and she, rubbing her cheek against my erect cock, said,
“You’re backed up, aren’t you? I’ll take care of it for you. Just lie still.”
She then resumed her ministrations with renewed vigor.
Having awakened her sexuality recently, Dorothea’s libido was on par with Camilla’s.
Her sex drive was like that of a teenager. Perhaps because her physical age was stuck at seventeen.
Anyway, since it felt good, I let her do as she pleased.
I was too tired to move.
Suck! Slurp! Suck!
Her tongue, darting from the base to the tip of my shaft, was relentless. She then focused on the glans, sucking on it strongly.
The sensation was different from when she pleasured the entire shaft.
Since most of the nerve endings were concentrated in the glans, it was incredibly sensitive.
“Ngh—”
I moaned, and Dorothea, looking up at me, cupped my balls with one hand and stroked my shaft with the other.
“Feels good?”
I nodded in response.
Dorothea’s grin widened, and she resumed her blowjob with even more intensity.
My thick cock disappeared into her small throat.
It was no longer a blowjob; it was a deepthroat.
Having been forced to deepthroat on her first time, she seemed to have developed a taste for it, feeling more pleasure than pain.
I wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and she, her mouth still full, gave me a seductive smile, her tongue swirling around the base of my shaft.
While her mouth was too full to move much, it was enough.
Men were visual creatures, and Dorothea’s passionate display was incredibly arousing.
“I’m going to cum!”
I shouted, and Dorothea, instead of pulling away, wrapped her slender arms around my thighs, pulling me closer.
Her mouth was sealed against my groin.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and unleashed a torrent of semen into her throat.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Dorothea’s body trembled.
With each surge of my semen, a clear fluid trickled from between her thighs, soaking her shorts.
She was truly a creature of lust.
Dorothea, having swallowed every last drop, slowly pulled away.
Pop!
As my cock was released from her mouth, a white foam formed around her lips.
She showed it to me with a seductive smile, then licked it off, swallowing the remaining semen.
She then looked up at me with a mischievous grin.
“Weakling♥”
Her cute taunt made me smile.
Oh, is that so?
“We’ll see who’s the weakling.”
I had intended to let her have her way.
But I couldn’t let such a challenge go unanswered.
“Ha!”
I grabbed Dorothea by the armpits and pulled her on top of me.
She let out a feminine squeal as I lifted her.
I buried my face in her sweaty neck and kneaded her perfect ass.
“Ah!”
Dorothea bit her finger to stifle her moan.
Her fingers dug into my back as my own fingers found their way to her wet groin. She trembled, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck.
I no longer cared about being caught by Vanessa.
I just wanted to devour this cute little witch.
I unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants. Dorothea lifted her hips, helping me.
Half-naked was always lewder than fully naked.
I caressed her thighs and stimulated her clitoris.
Her pussy, already soaked with her arousal fluids, pulsed eagerly.
She was begging for it.
Instead of inserting my cock, I pushed two fingers inside her.
Dorothea’s pussy, as tight as ever, squeezed my fingers.
I began to move my fingers.
Squish! Squish!
“Ah…!”
She cried out, her voice filled with pleasure.
As I was enjoying her reaction,
“Mmm…”
Vanessa, sleeping at the entrance, suddenly tossed and turned.
“…”
“…”
We both froze, thinking she had woken up. Then, as she settled back down, we looked at each other and stifled our laughter.
That was a close call.
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