The Goddess' Champion

When she opened her eyes, the 'frightening' lightning strikes were no longer falling recklessly in the world, the downpour had stopped and a bright sun shone across the window of the regal hotel room.

Zamira yawned and rustled as the memories of the previous night came crashing down, producing a blush as well as a disappointed sigh.

She felt warm like never before, for the first time in her life she hadn't slept alone, moreover, for the first time in a long while she had slept in a decent bed.

Looking down she saw and felt his firm grip over one of her breasts, their entangled legs and how her entire back brimmed with warmth.

Without thinking anything she realised that he had yet to wake up and therefore, she wouldn't wake him up, instead; taking advantage of this fact, she lay back down, cuddled further and prepared to sleep some more, still sighing.

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The previous night had been exquisite.

"Hmn!~" Zamira moaned, not having the time to think about what he said just now.

It made sense, ever since she started wearing those plates to press her breasts against her body, they started to react this way, the same couldn't be said about her butt, however...

Constantine was analysing her body, merely rubbing her nipple would make it turn erected, bloated and red before a slick substance came out, milk.

Trying to restrain the urges to simply sink his mouth in there, he realised that this was a real issue for her.

"When you fight, does it bother you?"

Zamira evaded his gaze, biting her finger and feeling half of his weight press on her before nodding, "I-It does, but... it feels worse when I don't have the plates on and instead use a shirt or something else..."

"Because they're constantly rubbing against the shirt."

"Yes, I have... I have thought about cutting them several times." She came clear about her intentions but his abrupt answer made those same intentions disappear into the nothingness.

"No way!" Constantine couldn't believe the degree of heresy he had just heard, as if to accentuate, he pressed one of her buttons slightly, slanting another moan and yet another small torrent of milk to come out.

"What do you feel?"

"I-I don't know... it feels different."

"How does it usually feel?"

"It usually hurts, but now... it feels... good."

"How good?"

"Really good, like... I want you to keep doing it."

Constantine sighed, his head came down, eyes connected to hers at all times and he gave the other nipple a slight lick.

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"Ahn!~"

'For the gods...' He never saw breasts so sensitive before, putting aside how wonderful of a lover she'd be because of this, it was sure to become a detriment for her training if not treated.

"Haven't you tried to use a potion or have them checked?" It was then that he recalled Aurelianne's blessing which was supposed to have healed her, or at least it erased her scars, yet the blessing hadn't healed this.

"I have never got them checked, I am shy about it... an ugly woman like me, shouldn't be showing her body... not everyone is like you."

"I see." He decided to not berate her, change would come from the inside, slowly but surely she'd stop saying those unconfident lines.

He lay down, spooning her while holding her abdomen, preparing himself to sleep, they were covered by the warm quilt and to Zamira, the current position couldn't be any more comfortable.

But... he just stopped.

"Aren't you going to continue?" She asked, almost feeling outraged.

"Doing what? it is already late, we have to sleep for tomorrow."

"M-My breasts, aren't you going to... fondle them?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know..." She thought her words weren't making any sense, the desire was there, but she didn't want to be the one requesting it.

"Hmn!~" When she felt one of his hands fondle her chest, the happiness returned.

"Maybe if I empty them out, you will feel better." He said, merely theorising.

"Yes, please try that..." She bit on her finger and felt how his claw started to massage her breasts from all sides, having the milk come out in a steady flow, it pained her slightly at first.

Her liquids stained the bed and rather than feel disgusted, she felt as if her crotch was on fire.

Throwing a furtive glance at him, she said, "It is staining the bed...p-perhaps it would be better if..."

"If?~" He asked, whispering wickedly against her red ears, she was blusing madly.

'If you suck them!'

Zamira didn't dare culminate that sentence and hence, he had to finish it with action, changing positions, she found herself straddling his crotch above, as if instinctively she raised her torso slightly, trying to ignore the heating object pressing against her core.

Constantine started to drink everything she had to offer, one breast at a time for the next half an hour, the flow was too slow and if he pressed her breast harder, it would hurt her.

Zamira's moans never ceased for half an hour, in fact, he felt his crotch moistening at a ridiculous pace given just by how many juices she was secreting with her constant climaxes.

Before long, the milk stopped coming out and a tired Zamira slumped on his chest, feeling as if a mountain had been taken out of her shoulders, literally.

"You had so much... I am sure you're going to feel better now." Constantine felt literally 'full' in fact, her breast had visibly decreased in size after all that sucking.

"..." Zamira was panting in exhaustion with literally one step into the dream world, all she could do was nod and stutter.

"Y-Yes, I feel much better, thank you, master." She snuggled closer to him with a smile as her breathing softened and she dozed off.

"You're so stubborn calling me that... disciple, servant... what exactly are you?" By the time he sighed and asked the question, she was long gone into the dream world, he switched their position, placing her tightly against his chest, resisting the urge to claim the price that was moist and ready...

'That disciple-master relationship is so troublesome...' he thought recalling his own experiences before as he had expected, the drowsiness overcame him.

As it turns out, the Conqueror can't sleep properly if there is not a woman in his arms.

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Zamira felt shame, 'I feel asleep...' she thought with indignation, although not experienced in relationships, she knew quite well what is the next step after what happened last night, indeed, it was a nice treatment and her breasts felt lighter and smooth, but the pleasure she had felt was undeniable.

The desire for 'more' was growing prominent as well.

It didn't take long for Constantine to wake up as well and the first thing he receive was, of course, a curse from Zebellia, a splendid way to start the day.

[Naughty and unloyal fiend...]

'We did nothing...' said the Conqueror while squeezing Zamira's breasts for the first time today.

...

"Good morning, master."

"Good morning, Zamira, do you feel better?"

"Yes, It hadn't been so prominent before but, now I feel so much lighter and better~" She stood up from the bed and stretched, turning right and left as her chest wiggled in freedom.

"You can't wear those plates anymore, it is not good for you... when we get clothes to cover the plates we purchased, you can get something lighter."

"But... they're going to be in the way of my swordsmanship." That was the main reason why she pressed them, they produced an unnecessary pulling everytime she turned both her top and bottom.

"That's because you don't have the right technique, don't worry, I will teach you swordsmanship that will use them to your advantage rather than a disadvantage." He assured her while wearing his clothes.

'I never thought I'd teach your sword style to anyone, master...' He sighed with melancholy, recalling his time in the knight academy back in his previous world, back then, a lady with a chest size roughly the same as Zamira's, danced in the field with her entire body moving in compass with her sword, no strain whatsoever.

Once again he found himself enthralled in his memories while Zamira who was also dressing up, noticed his head without the band, his silver hair cascading down and also, his pointy ears.

"I-I hadn't noticed your ears before and also, an elf with silver hair..." She mumbled in contemplation, extending her hand forward.

"What about them?"

"Can I touch them?" She requested with her hand hovering mere centimetres from his ears, however, he moved away slightly.

"You can't..." Constantine declined.

"Why?" His rejection soured her heart slightly, she had heard that in the elf kingdom, elves only allow their ears to be touched by their partners or important people, His declining to allow her to touch them, meant they were not in the same symphony.

"Only my goddess and wives are allowed to touch them." He said as natural as the water flowing down the river.

"..." But to her, that was not a river of water but a river of mud, her heart suddenly stopped in realisation while his words kept playing in her mind.

"Y-You're married!?" She asked in disbelief, he hadn't said that before!

"Yes, I have five beautiful wives and a precious goddess, though I need to find my wives... their location is unknown to me as of now." He confessed, having enough trust in Zamira to tell this.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Is that something important between us?" He finished settling his clothes and only noticed that she had stopped midway with hers.

"W-We did 'that' yesterday..." She looked away, blushing as he approached, took her top and made her wear it.

"And what exactly is 'that'?~" Constantine whispered on her ears with a smirk.

"T-That!-"

"I gave you some treatment and since you were afraid of lightning, we slept together, isn't that right?~" The whispers of the devil entered her ears, and rather than feel convinced of that 'truth' she instead started to feel some heat in her crotch.

"We slept naked..."

"It was quite hot so we had a shower and were too tired to bother to wear those dirty clothes."

"B-But..." She gasped, how could he make those perfect justifiable lies that even she believed to some extent, but she shook her head, that's not right... they didn't sleep naked for that reason, those possessive hands, she felt them.

Constantine noticed her doubts and smirked further, kissing her cheek slightly, moving his hand beneath her now covered chest until its weight fell on his hand naturally.

"Or would you rather I say... that we slept naked because we had some other intentions? some naughty intentions~"

"No... the other one is right..." She bit on her lips, taking his palm but not moving it away, finally mustering the strength to look at his eyes.

"Nice, then let's go... Andre and his family must be waiting for us."

"Hmn."

As such, their first night of five in this hotel continued, but... it seems paying for two rooms would end up being a waste.

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