His companion was quite hard to read.

Lawrence lamented the loss of his pride only for a brief moment, closing his eyes and breathing lightly as air escaped his lungs and turned to a fine, white wisp.

The argument, this time around, made little sense to continue. He knew how it would end, as it always did. His wallet would become a few trenni lighter, meanwhile her seemingly endless stomach would become less burdened by hunger.

"I suppose," Lawrence began quietly with a sigh, "I should not be surprised." To his credit, he refused to offer even a smile of surrender. Surely, it was small recompense in the grand scheme of things, but the wise wolf that sat beside him bared her fangs in a mocking smirk regardless. He felt he could detect just a hint of annoyance at his lack of emotion, but all the same that might as well have been the feeling of being seen through so clearly.

"Tis but a sad truth, you are only human," Holo said, her tail swishing this way and that. It was as if she were playfully sizing him up, her eyes alight with mischief. "Compared to the experience of a wise wolf, thou art but a youngling. Must you always give in to my demands so easily, however?"

It wasn't through lack of trying, but Lawrence kept that to himself. He had a feeling she knew anyway, and his merchant instincts told him to steer clear of giving too much away. Lest she rob him blind of any masculine pride he had left.

"Indeed, I am only human," he replied. He said nothing else, both intriguing and infuriating Holo, who had expected a response. Or had she? For all he knew she could have expected he say exactly that.

"Hmph, you make it sound as if being human is contemptible." Her tail flicked outward before coming to rest upon her lap. She turned her attention towards the appendage, inspecting each hair as if every singular strand was expected to be perfect and to her liking.

"We have quite a record when it comes to embarrassing ourselves in front of gods, do we not?" Lawrence gripped the reins harder, his knuckles turning white.

The long stretch of road they had been traveling upon for nearly a full day and night now had worn them both thin, and it was plain to see that some excitement would have been welcome. But in the absence of any, Lawrence had to pass the time by remembering that, before he had met the girl sitting beside him, times like these were a lot more dire.

The cargo of bread and apples and various different spices rattled in their bags and crates behind them, and what little rations were left barely made a sound.

He needed to stop letting her convince him an extra serving was a necessary evil, but really, as he considered it, was such a thing honestly a price too hefty to pay for a content and satisfied Holo? She was a lot less apt to tease him relentlessly when she had a few apples in her belly.

Or wine.

Ah, but that brought with it a whole slew of other problems.

"Hmm, do I sense a bit of resentment in those words?" Holo cocked her head slightly, one eye closed and the other turned to him in a show of superiority. "Perhaps they betray your true feelings, yes?"

"It's not like that," Lawrence spoke without thinking. Almost immediately he regret his words. Just as soon as he turned and saw her lips upturned to her usual toothy grin.

One day he would avoid pitfalls such as that. One day. But that day was nowhere near.

"Humans are not contemptible for their shortcomings," Holo admitted, beginning to groom her tail lightly in between the appropriate words. "You've short lives, far be it from me to judge you on things you cannot rightly control. If you lived as long as I, you would learn a great many things."

"Then once upon a time you made as many mistakes as I? Truly?" Lawrence spoke boldly, knowing that it could be a mistake to even insinuate such a thing.

"No." Spoke Holo, plainly, her grin growing ever larger. "You are a special kind of fool."

Lawrence grew silent once more, his face empty and hollow, devoid of feeling as he sighed again. In retrospect, he had walked right into that one, as one does a spider's web on a forest trail.

But to compare a wise wolf to a spider was to compare a wolf to a shepherd. One's web was stickier and full of sweeter whispers than the other.

"Though, loathe as I am to admit," she continued, "you are a special fool that has some… endearing qualities." She turned to look at some passing trees as if she were suddenly interested greatly in the study of dendrology.

Lawrence turned to look at her, unable to hide the curiosity in his eyes. It wasn't often that Holo said something that poked at that primal feeling so harshly. There were many times where she said something that piqued his interest, but they were usually passing fancies, and if she so insisted he would gladly drop the subject and move on.

But he found that impossible this time, and no matter how much of that valuable resource passed or how many wild animals he counted on the side of the road, he couldn't get the thought out of his head.

Endearing qualities. What the hell did that mean?

He finally glanced in her direction, mouth open as if he sought to speak. But no words came, as he found her already turned to meet him halfway, her fangs bared once more.

It had been another trap, and she had probably been aware that he was caught since the very beginning.

"If you really want to know," she said with a devious lilt to her voice, "you need only ask."

He didn't like the look in her eyes, nor the way in which she appeared as a predator, low and on the hunt. Her eyes reminded him a little too much of an actual wolf for his comfort. He was but a fox in this situation, helpless against her if she really wanted him. In a second she could snatch him up, grab him by the neck with her sharp canines and pierce the flesh.

He wasn't sure if this was a trap as well, but he took the chance, knowing that that was exactly what she wanted him to do. He found that that didn't exactly bother him as much as it usually would.

"Alright, what are these endearing qualities of mine?" He asked with only slight hesitancy. He refused to show her any more, lest she see him as a rabbit.

"For one, I like the way you squirm under my gaze. Like prey." Though perhaps she already saw him as such. The look in her eyes never dissipated, not even as she leaned forward slightly, her hands pushing her forward along the wooden seat of his cart.

"You're easy to fluster," she continued, "but sometimes you provide me with a decent challenge. Even despite your foolishness." She pushed forward, making Lawrence lean back slightly away from her. But he was close to the edge, any further and he might fall off the wagon.

"And need I mention your penchant for treating me to ale and honeyed peach preserves?" Her eyes brightened up considerably with the last statement, but still she pressed onward until she was nearly in his face.

The invasion of his personal space was something he could tolerate, but the look in her eyes was not. He turned away from her gaze, but he was inevitably drawn right back in. She smiled. But it was far from a sweet smile. It almost made Lawrence sick with how up front she was about her victories.

She had somewhat praised him in her own way, aye, but she had buried it between two bits of teasing. The first of which was cleverly designed to put him edge, the last of which was there to remind him that she had more control over his purse than he would have liked.

"I see," was all he could say. Despite the chill in the air he was feeling quite hot, and he could tell Holo knew. The way her eyes flicked downwards towards his crotch made his heart skip ten beats.

He had never once considered his relationship with Holo to be anything other than pure, even if it was clear that under the surface things were changing over the months, slowly building. Even then, the feelings forcing their way to the forefront were not of heated excitement, but rather a gentle glow that seemed to warm him from the inside.

That one little flick of the eyes, however, did what simple and graceful nudity had failed to countless times before.

He grew erect.

"Holo," he said, blinking in reaction to the hand that was slowly dragging its way onto his lap.

She shushed him, bringing one of her fingers up to her lips. "I am bored. More bored, in fact, than I have ever been." This was a blatant lie and Lawrence could see right through it. If she hadn't have told him about her time in the fields of Pasloe, he might have believed her. "Let me grace you with pleasure. Perhaps it will make time pass."

Where this side of her had been for so long, Lawrence did not know. But he wasn't one to look a gift horse, or wolf for that matter, in the mouth. So he did the only thing he could think to do. Sit back and steer.

"If that's what you wish," he said, his brow furrowed. He was still somewhat wary of being pulled into a trap, but at some point he had to let go of things. He could tell when Holo was being mostly serious, and she very much was being serious now.

Maybe it was the boredom that got to her. Regardless, he quickly got about pulling his pants down, making sure that the blanket covering his lap remained in place.

As soon as he was sitting with his pants down around his legs, he turned his focus to the road. There was not much to see, and he knew without a doubt no one would pass by.

Holo kept smiling, seemingly happy that Lawrence decided to give in so quickly. But then, there was no reason he should have been able to resist her.

Her hand snaked under the blanket as she kept herself facing him, and it wasn't long until her hand found exactly what it was looking for. She gripped his hard cock with a purr, sounding more like a cat than anything else.

"Oh my, what is this? It does seem that you're already quite erect, hm?~ I wonder, was it the teasing? Or have you always wanted to feel my hand squeezing you like this? I never did take you for a pervert, but I do suppose that all human men fall victim to their desires eventually…" She giggled to herself as if she were the most innocent being on the planet, her grip tightening slightly as her hand traveled up his shaft and to his cock head.

"Ah… Holo…" Lawrence moaned out, finally giving into his body's demands and dropping the reins. The horse was smart enough to keep going straight, and it wasn't like there were many holes in the ground he had to worry about insofar. It had been a smooth trip for the last ten or so hours, so he let himself sink into the uncomfortable seat to enjoy this sudden and pleasurable experience.

"Hmhm… Saying my name so pervertedly. Tell me, what do you wish? Would you prefer if I just keep touching you or would you prefer if I use my mouth?" Holo lightly bit at her lip as she started to stroke his cock, loving the feeling of his warmth. Every inch was something she found herself coveting. She began to salivate as she picked up speed slightly, much to Lawrence's approval.

"Ah, ooh, I…" Lawrence started to breathe heavily as Holo licked at her lips, her hand striking down to the base before her fingers separated slightly from his shaft to tease their way up slowly. When they reached the tip, she felt a sticky wetness. She began to softly spread it around the head, making the tips of her fingers glide around the textured and sensitive flesh effortlessly. It also had the added effect of pulling a few more delicious moans from the back of his throat.

Her hand gripped him again, this time using what lubrication she had created to slide up and down slightly from the top. It felt like heaven to Lawrence, and it made such a lewd sound they could both hear clearly in the silence of the day.

"Well, come on, don't get faint-hearted on me now. Tell me what you want." She leaned in close to his ear as she kept on lightly masturbating him, never quite reaching the levels he wanted her to. But he figured that that was all in her plans. To get him desperate. Her hot breath hit against his ear as she whispered. "I know this isn't enough for you. A cock like this deserves more, no?"

Well, now he was desperate. How could he not be after a line like that? For once he wasn't ashamed to give into her demands in the slightest.

"I want…" He paused to breathe out another moan. His voice caught in his throat as Holo tightened up her hand ever so slightly. "I want you to use your mouth…"

"Hm? Is that so?~ Well, then beg me for it. A wise wolf is beyond such a thing, you know. Perhaps if you plead for it, I may be a grateful benefactor and bend to your whims just this once." Holo leaned ever closer to him, making sure to massage every spot on his cock that she could that he showed favorable results towards.

"H-Holo, please…"

The ears that had, at once during the day, been hidden underneath a fur hat for warmth, freely flicked as if they had heard a most intriguing noise.

"Do you truly expect that to be enough? You may be a fool, but you are not that much of one. Come, speak. Beg like a good boy. You do understand the position you're in, do you not? I could stop right now and there's nothing you could do about it."

He knew she was right. There really was nothing he could do about it if she had just decided to go back to her side of the wagon and ignore him. Leaving him to have to get off on his own or awkwardly pull his pants back up and try to ignore the burning in his loins. It was the thought that she might honestly leave him to deal with this alone that brought him to his knees, proverbially speaking.

He was too lost to care, though his pride would hurt later on, doubtlessly.

"Please, g-great and powerful Holo, wise wolf of Yoitsu… P-please help me get off with your mouth…"

Holo closed one eye and chuckled mischievously, feeling her chest lighten considerably at his words. It had been forever since she had heard something like that, so long since she had been praised in such a manner.

Ah, to be worshiped again, it filled her with such a devious feeling. She couldn't help but keep it going.

"Hmhm, speak to me plainly, now. Tell me what you want from me, and don't mince words. This isn't a stage play. I am nothing if not a generous goddess, you know."

Lawrence tensed up slightly as her fingers tightened, adding to the pressure of the situation. Her thumb and forefinger were working him on their own now, sliding up just under his tip and then back down again before they could so much as crest over his sensitive glans.

"I-I want you to suck my cock," he choked out, the feeling of her careful and teasing ministrations doing him in. "I want you to go down on me until I cum. I need you to suck me off! P-please, I'll do anything at this point!"

Holo smiled, her right fang showing smugly. She knew that his foolish male pride would suffer greatly from this, and she was sure to never let it go. He said he'd do anything after all, that's one favor owed towards her happiness. Perhaps she would request expensive ale or meat at the next inn. Or perhaps she would ask him to return the favor.

Maybe. If he were to be so lucky.

"If that is what you wish for your goddess to do, I suppose that such a filthy, degrading thing is in my power. Just remember your words."

She pulled the blanket off of his lap, revealing his decently sized cock to the elements. Lawrence took a look around in fear for a moment before realizing that, again, they were alone. There was no one that would be making this trip this time of year. Lest they found another merchant on his way to their own destination, but any worth his salt would know that there was not much trenni to be made around this part of the kingdom during this season. Lawrence himself was only here because of Holo. His trade was only what was necessary to fund their travels.

"Oh my, look at you. So hard. Standing so proud and tall under my gaze. You must be in such pain." She put her fingers back to work, though most of the precum that had been providing lubrication was now gone. Soon enough, more had replaced it.

Holo was only prolonging his suffering for her own amusement. She was aware that the chill was uncomfortable, especially to a part of him that was so warm.

It throbbed as she leaned in closer to him. Lawrence flinched as she placed a small kiss on his cheek, unable to stop himself from blushing in response. Both from the fact that he wasn't expecting such treatment, and from his reaction.

"I suppose I've left you to suffer long enough. As such a generous and lovely harvest goddess, I shall now do my job if I must. After all, I'm sure this shall be quite a bountiful harvest."

Lawrence said nothing, but he grew tense as she watched her move her head down towards his cock in anticipation. She moved slowly. So slowly that she was surely trying to get a rise out of him. He didn't so much as move a muscle.

She side eyed him as she went down, and when she was finally about two inches from his cock, she rolled her eyes. "Hmph." She gave his tip a kiss, dragging an involuntary noise from his lips. That at the very least made up for his lack of reaction to her approach.

She kissed him again, this time right on the very tip, her lips receiving a nice, slick coating of his precum as she did. She pulled away only slightly before licking her lips clean and then enveloping his head between them.

He groaned as she pushed down, his head, and then his shaft, softly coming to rest upon her tongue. It was a feeling he would never be able to forget, he was sure, because though she didn't go too far down she began to swirl said tongue around his cock rather expertly.

She had lived a long life. It was only now that Lawrence was beginning to realize just how much experience she had, and with an undoubtedly very large number of people. A flash of hot jealousy rose in his chest, but he quelled it. He didn't want to ruin the moment.

Holo moaned as she began to jerk off the rest of his cock with her thumb and forefinger, just as she had been earlier. She was so gentle with what she was doing, it felt wonderful.

This was Lawrence's first time feeling such a thing, even if it was not his first time being intimate with a woman.

But the last time was so long ago, and the only woman that took up his mental space was Holo.

This woman, this deity. She was adorable, unbelievably sensual despite having such a young appearance. She passed off as an innocent maiden so naturally, but then she could be so incessantly bratty. He had never imagined she could be so sexy as well. Perhaps he had just never bothered to think of her in such a light.

He groaned openly as she began to use her saliva liberally, making sure that his cock was shining in the light by the time she pulled off. It was a feeling that any other experience could barely compare to.

Despite the fact that she was using so much of her spit, his cock was almost clean when she pulled away. He heard her swallow audibly, taking the time to breathe softly as she just softly continued jerking him off.

He had to hold himself back from placing his hands upon her ears and patting her like he was praising a student, or petting a dog. It was a struggle to keep his hands to himself, but he did.

His efforts were rewarded as she went back down, taking even more of his cock than she did the first time. "Ah, you're… really good at this," he said, knowing that she no doubt would appreciate the praise. Even if it was about something that would be so obvious.

She moaned appreciatively, showing it by opening her mouth and pulling her lips away from his shaft. He threw his head back, his toes curling in his shoes as she began to use her tongue in such an amazing way he could barely keep his eyes open to watch, despite wanting so badly to not pull his attention away.

She swirled around his cock, taking great care to give attention to the underside of his head. Her tail swished about lazily, though it was a telling sign that she was quite happy with the signals that she was doing a good job. As an added bonus, she began milking him, no longer just using two fingers.

She pulled off of his cock with a smug smile, her chest heaving as her breathing grew harder. "So we're clear, you may grab my head and guide me however you wish. But remember that if you lose control… I may not be entirely opposed. But you will owe me two favors."

Lawrence gasped as she went right back to sucking him off. This time, however, she pulled her hand away completely, and as if expecting him to take control, stopped moving as well. She occasionally moved her tongue, but he could tell that this was all a trick. She wanted him to owe her more. She wanted ale to go with her meat.

Well, if she was thirsty, he would give her something to drink.

He couldn't hold back any longer, taking a hold of her head, though softly, and pushing her down. He would try his best not to lose control, but the situation seemed bleak. The thought of just pushing her down, making her gag on his cock as he fucked her mouth was too great. It was as alluring a thought as his own shop.

He bit his lip as she reached the base, his cock hitting the back of her throat softly. She didn't gag, however. And really, he felt silly expecting her to. If she truly had such experience, somewhere down the line she had to have inevitably been throat fucked sufficiently. Maybe a past lover, maybe several drunken flings.

He grew somewhat angry at the thought. She didn't seem like a slut, or like she had ever been a slut. But the idea that maybe one night she had drunk too much ale or wine and then let the entire bar pass her around seemed to stick in his head like a sore tooth. Ever present, and he wasn't able to let it alone.

The jealousy for such a doubtlessly non-existent moment in time made him want to feel her throat wrapped around him, so he grew a little bit more violent than he would be otherwise. But still he held on the best he could.

He started to thrust upwards slightly, beginning to fuck her mouth in earnest. Instead of just letting her suck him, he was going to use her thoroughly. She didn't seem to have any reservations against it, indeed, as she was still slack, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock inside of her mouth.

"Ah, I'm… I'm going to speed up," Lawrence said, and she braced herself in response. No, no he couldn't do such a mean thing to her. But he could enjoy her mouth enough that he just might owe her twice over. That was fine by him, he wanted to get as much out of this situation as he could, even if his purse was shaking at the prospect. "Holo…" he moaned again, beginning to raise her head up and down on his cock as he thrust in between her lips.

She shivered as his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot near her ears, and just ever so slightly she bit downward. It didn't hurt at all, it only reminded him of the danger he was potentially in. She was so much stronger than he was, her teeth sharper. Her canines were present, and if he weren't careful, it could spell disaster.

She continued to moan as he picked up speed, until there was a very lewd and wet noise that accompanied every single thrust. He panted in time with each one, his speed gaining considerably every passing moment.

Soon enough Holo was flinching at the force of his cock hitting the back of her throat, even teasing going right down it if he wasn't careful. She fully expected to be deepthroating him if he didn't cum soon.

Thankfully for her, it seemed as if all she needed to do was start moving her tongue. Her eyes clenched shut tightly as his fingers accidentally brushed against a sensitive spot on her head once again, forcing her to swallow as her muscles twitched. Her tongue lashed out against his cock, making him moan so loudly that it could have echoed if it were just a bit more unrestrained.

So she began using her tongue, to her advantage caressing his shaft as he fucked her mouth, giving him pleasure the likes of which he never felt before, and probably never would again if he didn't marry this girl immediately after this. He was so out of it that he didn't even bother thinking about that thought process.

"F- hah! Holo, I'm gonna cum!" he cried out in pleasure, unable to even think about slowing himself down as he picked up even more speed and applied even more force to his fucking. He couldn't stop himself from wondering if her pussy would feel this absolutely mind blowing. Or perhaps, better yet, her ass.

All these lewd thoughts and more brought him up, higher and higher as that familiar pressure built up in his loins. He didn't realize that he was basically bullying the poor goddess after a while, ignoring all the noises she made, not noticing the teary eyes from the rough treatment.

She wasn't crying from the pain, far from it. Holo was cumming, just from having her mouth abused so violently. In her long, long life, she had never once been treated like this. It was beginning to be too much, so as her body shook, her thighs quivering as she made a mess of her pants, she was thankful when he cried out that he was joining her.

"Cumming! Grk, cumming!" he cried, holding onto her head so tightly that she had no hope of wrenching her way out of the hold unless she transformed. His mind went blank as his hips slammed into her face on auto-pilot, his teeth grit as if he were in pain. But that couldn't be further away from the truth. He had never felt so fucking amazing in his life.

His greed and avarice for coin manifested in a different way now, his body wanting as much pleasure as it could get. But he hit a wall, there was only so good a mouth could feel. And while this was far and away better than that blacksmith's apprentice from ages past, he wouldn't be satisfied anymore with just traveling alongside Holo, and he just had to hold onto the hope that she wouldn't be either.

His muscles tightened up and he stiffened, pushing her head down one last time with one final thrust, his balls emptying in one swift moment.

The first spurts of his load went down her throat, causing her to shudder and cough on his cock. The coughing knocked some sense into his lust drowned mind, allowing him to pull back slightly so the rest of his load could fill up her wonderful mouth.

She got goosebumps on her skin at the taste of his semen, a flavor that she hadn't experienced in such a long time. Memories flooded in, though they were vague. Her eyes opened, hazed over and lost in her lust-addled mind. She had never once thought that Lawrence could be such a brute. An idiot sure, a fool no doubt. But a perverted brute seemed so far from him.

She was glad she was wrong.

So very, very glad.

As he finished cumming, he pulled out of her mouth and dropped her head down onto his lap. They both just let themselves breathe and gather their senses. Though it didn't take long for the cold chill of the day to bring them back to their normal states.

Lawrence pulled up his pants grudgingly, not wanting to look in Holo's direction in the slightest. He had definitely let himself get carried away. He just hoped he hadn't ruined their friendship because of it.

He heard her swallow deeply a few times before watching her pat her hair into something presentable and respectable, cleaning her face and teary eyes with a bit of linen Lawrence kept in the back of the wagon.

They both smelled of sex.

"I had not expected such brutishness from you…" Holo said after a few moments of silence. Lawrence turned to her, his face as if he was a deer caught in a hunter's sight. She didn't look at him fully, but he could tell she was blushing furiously. "I had thought myself unable to be surprised by you, but I have to admit I was wrong."

"I'm sor-" he had tried to rush to say, but she only turned to look at him fully, her eyes alight with something he had never seen in any woman before.

"You're sorry, you say? If you were truly sorry you would take responsibility for your actions!" Holo shouted, her voice full of anger, but also something else. Indignancy, perhaps? "Three favors. You owe three favors."

Lawrence winced. He didn't bother saying anything, just turning back to look at the road ahead. There was an inn coming up on the right side. He could just barely make out the sign that was covered in ivy.

Holo continued, her eyes catching sight of the building as well. "We will have meat. The finest meat they have. And ale, so much ale that I cannot make it to the room on my own."

"I…" Lawrence wanted to say something about that. But he thought better of it. If Holo wanted meat and ale, she would have meat and ale. "Fine. It's the least I can do." Holo sat back, satisfied. She even offered a little smug smile. "What of the third favor, then?"

"Fool…" Holo said, her smile falling slightly. "I said you should take responsibility. I expect you to do so after we feast, tonight… And you'd better not stop until sunrise."