Rennia's face was slouched against her knees as she watched trees, rivers, and mountains go by. Kibblestadt was gone. Her home—out of sight. Never to be seen again, anytime soon at least.
The area they had entered was cold. Very cold. And not just physically—tonally too. Like a major whiplash, it made her feel a range of emotions. It made her wonder if they were near a dungeon. Tiamael would know, but Rennia didn't want to ask her.
A warm blanket covered her, one made by her younger sister. She was a fickle creature in comparison to her and their eldest sibling. Rennia felt too much. Regret, mostly. None of this should've happened. And certain people should've prepared her for this possibility.
The driver lady kept sneaking glances at her. She tried being talkative sporadically, but Rennia couldn't get herself to communicate on the same level.
A bump. The caravan jolted. Her bones rattled, and she shifted away from the wall, annoyed.
This was going to be more than a long ride, wasn't it.
"So, how long have you been adventuring?" Tiamael asked. Her tenth icebreaker.
Rennia perked her head up but didn't answer.
"I get it, okay? You're being sent off to god-knows-where, and you don't wanna talk to the weird stranger driving you to god-knows-who. But come on, you're making me feel bad here. Talk with me, lighten the mood."
Rennia gritted her teeth.
Fine. She supposed there was nothing better to do than talk. A pity, she hadn't stolen one of her sister's books.
"Two years. On and off. Not many dungeons around. Not much reason to delve. Didn't get enough reason or permission to get out. The one time I did break the rules, this shit happened."
Tiamael giggled for no reason. "Strict household? I don't recall Ilna being that uptight."
"Only when it comes to dungeoneering." Rennia stared at the strange-looking woman. "Why do you keep asking stuff? Can't you let me wallow in my own self-pity?"
"Nope. That's how you lose it. Not to mention, the road's lonely. It's not an enjoyable drive if I don't get to talk. My worst customers were the silent ones. The weird, creepy ones. Who almost always ended up in the royal dungeons."
Rennia raised a brow. So she smuggled criminals of a sort. And Rennia was just some small fry. Way to make her feel even more like shit.
"Except I'm not a customer. I'm cargo—cargo with a dick."
"Apparently."
Rennia threw the blanket off and started rummaging in her packed bags. She needed to anchor herself with something before she started bawling for no reason. She was sure there was alcohol somewhere in there—maybe not the strong stuff. Just drinkable alcohol, for emergencies on missions. Almost medical, except with a strong flavor. She needed some right now.
A bottle clinked as she pulled it from the backpack's pouch. It wasn't enough, but it would have to do. She uncorked it and started chugging. Swallowed too much, too quickly, and started coughing, corking the lid back on after.
It was strong indeed. She stood upright, staring at the moving landscape.
"Drinking so early? Oh, you're going to regret that. Trust me. You're asking for motion sickness. But… save me a sip, will you?"
Rennia hummed at the lady.
"Maybe."
Along the road, two passing carriages rolled by. Armed folks, and a fat, pudgy man in the center. These "guards" weren't heavily armored, but the lion insignia on their chests marked them as known mercenary company. The backs of the carriages were stacked with boxes. The guards sat shotgun, weapons ready.
They nodded to her as they passed. The man in the back was particularly handsome. Handsome enough that, if she didn't have a cock, she'd throw herself at him right there on the road. She eyed him, and he eyed her back—a mutual signal. She bit her lip. He smiled at her.
And the moment faded when his companion slapped him on the head.
She giggled. A little lighthearted moment in her darkness.
"Merchants?"
"Yeah. This trail's one of the safest and most common. The royal cavaliers often come this way when they're out on monster excursions."
"Where are they headed? And what do you think they're carrying?"
"Spices. Food. Trade secrets. Who knows?" Tiamael said, then leaned back. It was only now Rennia noticed her properly. She had a butt. Not just a nice ass—but a firm, curvy, sculpted one. Rennia could clearly see it beneath her robe. "As for where they're going? Take a wild guess."
"Kibblestadt," she answered, keeping the conversation going while something else was taking shape.
"Yep. Bet you could get a liftback if you wanted."
It didn't sound that implausible. But there was nothing there for Rennia.
She tried distracting herself. Her cock had started growing stiff. She pulled the blanket over her again, lightly slapped herself in the face, shook her head, and snatched a pear from her rations. Bit into it.
A nice, juicy, thick pear.
No. shit.
She couldn't help it. Tiamael was so firmly focused on the road. No mirrors inside. She wouldn't see—not if Rennia was quick. Not if she looked busy, at least.
Her hand gripped her shaft under the cover. Her urges were rising. Overflowing. That sensation again—like she was possessed. Like Tiamael needed to taste her massive girlcock.
"Fuck," she whispered—too loud.
Tiamael mocked her. "You sure like swearing, don't you, Rennia? Fuck. Titties. Cunts. Assholes and stuff. Right? You like that kind of swearing."
Oh yes. She liked it. She especially liked it.
Rennia stroked as Tiamael's ass shifted in her seat. Swaying with the cart's movement. Every bump in the road made her hips shift side to side. Even her tits from afar, under the robe, were big enough to jiggle.
It wasn't helping.
Rennia looked down under the blanket. She'd pulled the skin back. Her cock had grown two inches from arousal alone, throbbing to every stroke. She didn't wear panties, just a tight pair of pants. She regretted that now. She unfastened them, to give her cock some room.
Then moved, directly facing Tiamael's rear.
And again.
Her hand slipped. Her cock twitched against her palm.
Fuck it. She couldn't stop. No choice now.
She stroked slowly. Just enough to conceal the movement. The cold bit at her cock, but she didn't care. Her tip was damp with precum. Her breath tightened. Just a little bit. A little taste of Tiamael's ass.
Fuck.
A creaking sound made Tiamael shift. Her back arched slightly forward, lifting her ass into the air. Her full curves on display.
Rennia swallowed.
Then sped up. The sound of hand-on-cock friction got louder, barely muffledThen the worst happened. Tiamael looked back at her.
Her eyes locked on the shaft beneath the blanket. No words. Just a weak smile and a tilted head.
Rennia jumped. Yanked her hand away too quickly. The blanket slipped. Her cock still burned.
"Commonly, if you'd catch someone doing that, you'd kick them overboard, "Tiamael said, amused. "Oh, don't worry. You can finish if you'd like, I don't mind."
Rennia said nothing. Curled into a ball. Hid her cock. Squeezed her thighs together. It still throbbed. Still sticky. She hadn't even cum.
Shame was the only thing she felt. She wasn't a nymphomanic, how was she suppsoed to control herself with this curse.
But
holy All-Mother titties, it felt good.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It's a curse, you know. It's cursed. Me. I'm a cursed thing. I didn't—"
Tiamael raised her hands. "Do you want to finish? I don't mind, really. Ilna explained everything to me. I honestly expected worse."
What.
Her mouth hung open. She'd still have her head on her shoulders. Then she nodded. Still ashamed. Twice as horny, didn't think twice.
Tiamael's skirt lifted, revealing her ass bare and her pussy peeking out below. Rennia stroked under the covers, shamefully.
The driver shook her head. "Nuh-uh. I wanna see it. If you're gonna use my ass, then show me."
"Huh?"
"You heard me. Go on!" she shouted.
The caravan didn't stop. Tiamael didn't look away.
Rennia's heart boomed.
She pulled her cock free—half as hard as before. Her face red as a tomato. Her hands twitching in open air. She started stroking. Slow but heavy. Tiamael swayed her ass, never looking away.
Rennia gasped. Her hips started bucking. A sharp moan slipped from her lips—and thick, white liquid shot out from her cock onto the back of the caravan. It kept pulsing. Shameless.
Tiamael watched in silence. Her eyes low. Steady.
Rennia gasped, spine arching as heat surged up her shaft. Her hand sped up. Hips twitching. Then she came with a stifled moan. Thick spurts striping her tunic, her belly, her wrist. It kept pulsing. Raw and shameless.
"Now, don't forget to clean up." Tiamael turned away, said nothing else, and smiled.
Rennia hung her head low. Then perked up in fear. An electrifying wave of sensations tickled her body.
The living system was speaking to her.
[Maiden of Eros level 1] > [Maiden of Eros level 2]
[new skill; Sexual discipline (Passive) Lvl 1] unlocked.]
[Sexual discipline: Get physically and magically stronger when sexually aroused.]
Rennia gawked. Then briefly considered throwing herself out of the back.
"Something seems to have happened right about now. The [Living system], I can feel it pulsing, it spoke to you. Your class is sexually based? If you need to take this a step further, then I won't mind, I haven't had sex in months." Tiamael, commented.
It wasn't uncommon for random adventurers to just fuck on end, but she couldn't. She couldn't this was a mistake. Her future did not look bright. She ended the conversation immediately.