Holo now drove the wagon instead of Lawrence. She was in a foul mood that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Lawrence hadn't taken the hint and had let Diana into their group after all. Absolutely nothing at all. Holo tried to ignore the sight to her left, but it was really hard.
Diana and Nora were both on the floor of the wagon, sucking on Lawrence's cock. The two girls spread their mouths wide open and looked up at Lawrence as he freely chose between both girls. The two both stared at Lawrence reverently, accepting his cock with a respectful moan. Lawrence pulled out of Diana's cunt-mouth, which clung onto his tip even as he pulled out, and nutted all over both girls.
Nora and Diana both stood up and pulled up their skirts as they began to masturbate in sync for Lawrence, cumming all over him. Lawrence grabbed both girls by their asses and kissed them on their pubic bushes before giving both girls a firm spanking. Fully aroused, the girls now sat on either side of him, fondling his nutsack as they both took turns making out with him.
Holo ignored the giant damp spot in her pants and turned her attention back again to the front of the wagon.
…
Six days of travel had brought them from the town of Kumersun to the village of Tereo, a detour from their main path to Lenos. They were there in order to find an abbey that was said to contain old documents about the pagan faith of the north. There shouldn't have been anything unusual about this abbey, but as they went around the town, it seemed more and more to be some kind of legend or myth. The residents of the village and even the quiet girl who managed the local church all said that no such abbey existed.
Though frustrated by the lack of answers, Lawrence suspected that the girl at the church knew more than she let on. Leaving the other two girls behind at the inn, Lawrence and Holo returned to the church, hoping that they would have better luck this time.
Lawrence knocked on the doors of the church again. The same girl who had answered the last time answered the doors again, looking down at Lawrence with displeasure.
"Hello. I would like to apologize for everything that happened yesterday. I—"
Before Lawrence could finish his sentence, the girl pulled him in through the church doors before grabbing Holo as well. She slammed the door shut behind her and continued to drag Lawrence along the long hallway of the church toward the sanctuary. Holo followed behind Lawrence as the two of them followed this mysterious girl, whose moody coldness the day before had turned into outright anger.
The girl dragged them into the sanctuary, stopping only in front of the altar.
Elsa Schtingheim was clearly a girl who was not to be trifled with. Though young, she was without a doubt in charge of this church. Beautiful, delicate, and young, Elsa had worn nothing but that stern, austere expression every time Lawrence had met her. Her dark brown hair was bound in a tight bun, the bangs in the front of her head cut in a sharp hime cut. Her eyes, which were the color of warm honey, were inexplicably frozen over with hatred, and her pale, soft skin gave off an icy white glow. The girl who grasped him was beautiful and doll-like, but the scowl she wore made her seem dangerous.
As Elsa continued to glare angrily at him, Lawrence could feel himself become hard. His rigid cock rubbed against his trousers as he followed Elsa through the sanctuary. The vitriolic expression on her face made him desire her body even more.
Even beneath the simple black of her cassock, Lawrence could detect the light curves on Elsa's small body. He could imagine her small, flat butt cheeks, probably slightly flatter than Nora's and of a sandier, pinker tone than Diana's ghostly white mounds. She was almost completely flat in her chest, and Lawrence began to imagine her nipples, dark and rigid, lying against her slender weak torso.
Elsa let go of Lawrence as she reached the steps to the altar and then turned around. She shoved Lawrence to the floor and towered over him, stamping her foot on the ground, her left shoe just centimeters away from Lawrence's ear.
"Speak."
Lawrence struggled for a moment to recall the phrases he had intended to use, the little niceties and apologies that were supposed to butter Elsa up. However, it was obvious that that was not going to happen, so he gave up.
"Um, I just wanted to come in here to apologize for yesterday. I've heard that you've been going through a tough time."
"Get on with it."
"Ah…um…I've talked to the elder of the village, and it looks like I had a bad lead at Kumersun. It looks like we were entirely mistaken about there being an abbey here. So…we…uh…came to ask if we could pray for safe travel on our way to Lenos."
That was genuinely it. His plan had been to ask for prayers so that he could enter the church and make it to the altar before confronting her in private about the abbey. However, they were already here, and there was nothing else to do but let Elsa respond.
"Bullshit."
"!?"
Holo and Lawrence stared at the priest-girl in shock. It was unprecedented for a member of the clergy to openly question a parishioner's motives, even when it was plainly obvious.
"You think you can pull a fast one over me? You think that you have enough charisma to throw me off your true intentions? You just wanted an excuse to come inside, didn't you?"
Elsa stomped her foot against the ground again, placing it terrifyingly close to Lawrence's head.
"Get up."
Elsa dragged Lawrence by the arm and forced him off the ground. She glanced sideways at Holo, simultaneously acknowledging her existence and dismissing her all at once, as she shoved Lawrence into the front-most pew in the sanctuary.
"I see you're smart. You must have figured it out, or one of the others told you."
Lawrence stared at Holo in confusion. He genuinely had no idea what was happening now.
"This does happen from time to time. You're especially awful, though. You really take the cake compared to the others. So what is it, Lawrence the Merchant? Who are you really?"
"I-I'm really a merchant!"
"Hm, of course! And from where do you hail, 'Mr. Merchant'? Enberch?"
Enberch was a small town not far away from Tereo. The two villages had a long-standing rivalry. Elsa's eyes flared up as she mentioned the place.
"I'm really a merchant, and I'm not from Enberch!"
"I suppose not. Those greedy little rats probably got an inquisitor to come straight from Ruvenheigen! I hate hypocrites like you, preaching the Gospel and demanding celibacy while breaking all of your own rules."
"You think I'm from Ruv—WHAT? Celibacy!?"
"Do you think I haven't noticed? I may prefer staying in here to going out around the village, but you don't think I heard the rumors about the Church inquisitor and his three nuns that came in pretending to sell wheat?"
Holo wrinkled her nose. There was something about the way Elsa said the word "nuns" that was rather suggestive.
Elsa had remained relatively composed up to now, but she was now clearly on the verge of tears. She managed to regain her composure, swallowing as she successfully fought back her tears. Then, quite calmly, she stepped forward, towering over Lawrence, who continued to sit at the pew.
"Fine. I shall oblige you. You're clearly here to get what you came for before turning back to Ruvenheigen and telling your superiors that there's nothing here. I will submit to you, if only to make up for you wasting your time coming up here."
Elsa grabbed Lawrence by the head, sneering at him as she gave him a look of utter contempt. Then, pressing herself against him, Elsa forcefully began to kiss him. She gave several grunts of anger as she thrust her tongue inside him, rubbing her body erotically against his body, moving her hips against his erect cock. Elsa continued to unwillingly make out with this stranger, her pussy growing damp as her entire body heated up with hatred.
Elsa kneeled down on the floor and came face-to-face with Lawrence's erection, now so prominent in size and girth that it nearly poked out of his trousers. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Elsa began to caress him, pleasuring him through his pants.
Elsa grimaced. "How desperate are you, getting so excited for a lowly, simple girl in a tiny remote village? Are the loose women of the cloth in Ruvenheigen really not enough?"
Elsa's light, delicate hands now pulled Lawrence's pants down. Her beautiful fingers soon curled up around the thickest part of Lawrence's shaft. Moving her hands, she pleasured Lawrence, rubbing his dark, rubbery foreskin against his swollen glans.
"What is it about this that filled you up with enough desire to come here? Are you really so excited and desperate to see a humble servant of the church forced on her knees like this? Were the nuns over there too willing? Were they too sensuous and pretty? Did you specifically want to desecrate someone plain and humble? Do you only get hard now if you fantasize about ugly, simple, rural women like me?"
Elsa continued to verbally abuse him as she pleasured him, her eyes fixed entirely on Lawrence, her mouth fixed in a vicious snarl as he came all over her face. Elsa screamed out in rage as cum burst out uncontrollably from Lawrence's shaft, a violent explosion many times larger than even the most powerful and excited men she had dealt with before.
Elsa glanced up at Lawrence again, her eyelids coated with semen. Lawrence was incredibly rigid now, his cock once again erect and oozing precum.
"Once wasn't enough for you, was it? It never is. They always desire more, even with a random girl in a village in the middle of nowhere. I've gotten used to it now. You inquisitors are an unfathomable lot."
Elsa bent down and kissed Lawrence on his cock one more time. He instantly began to twitch, and a small droplet of precum landed on Elsa's face.
"Why is this appealing to you? Tell me, for I have no idea. The men the Church has sent thus far all got incredibly excited once I used my mouth, for some reason. Is it because you can only feel satisfaction when the woman is pure? Do you only enjoy it if the woman doesn't likkkkkkkkkkkkkkwwwwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmwwwwwwwwwggggghhhhmmmmmmmffffffffffffffffphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…bllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"
Lawrence had become uncontrollably excited at the sound of Elsa's voice lecturing him. He placed his cock inside Elsa's mouth so that he could fuck the beautiful, warm throat that produced those sounds. Instead of becoming angry, Elsa continued to talk, all while staring up at him with a look of abject disappointment. Elsa continued to glare at him as she sucked his dick, kissing the warm, wet, smooth surface of his undershaft. Lawrence's shaft formed an axis across Elsa's face, the red head of his cock lying against her silky dark hair. The precum oozing from his cock began to drip on her forehead, and Elsa accepted this with a mildly inconvenienced look.
Elsa glared up at Lawrence, her brows furrowed. She pulled away from his dick, which was plastered across her face, and began to suck his balls. Her pale, pink lips began to grip his scrotum, her tongue sliding playfully across the sensitive, cool skin. After some time, Elsa began to use her hands again, pulling Lawrence off with both her hands, with immaculate nails that looked as if manicured, as she dunked his entire scrotum inside her mouth, gagging on his testicles and coating them with froth and snot-laced spit.
Lawrence's cock twitched again as he stared at the angel who knelt below him and satisfied him. She continued to work his cock like a professional whore, obediently worshipping him, as if her mouth and hands were bound to his cock and balls, as if they were made only to serve them.
And even then, her cold, frozen eyes seemed dead and indifferent looking. That look of disappointment, only a marginal improvement over the barely contained hatred and fury from minutes before, only served to make her even more like a doll as Lawrence came all over her again, his cock vomiting out thick, pungent paste all over her eyelids and cheeks, her lips and nose and forehead, her chin and jaw and neck, the black fabric of her cassock and the ancient wooden floors of the sanctuary.
When it was finished, Elsa opened one eye. Without even pausing, she opened her mouth up and started sucking his dick again. Lawrence cried out again as he felt Elsa's tongue against his over-sensitive penis again. He felt his aching cock become hard again, and within minutes, he felt the combined pleasure and pain of his cock being forced to eject yet more fluid all over Elsa's pretty little mouth.
Elsa continued sucking, absolutely ignoring Lawrence and remaining completely silent. As she sucked him off, and as his orgasms continued, Lawrence could feel both the pain and the pleasure mounting within the tip of his cock. His ass began to tense up as Elsa gently placed the tip of her tongue against his urethra, and he relieved his testicles all over Elsa's face once again.
Finally, Elsa relented, her angry, scowling mouth letting go of Lawrence's limp cock. She knelt back down, staring back up at him, her face still plastered with cum.
"You may now leave if you wish, or you may request anything else that your perverse heart desires."
"T-Thank you."
Elsa glared up at Lawrence, saying nothing. Lawrence absorbed that look once more, gripping his cock and jerking off over Elsa's face. He quickly came, letting out a small burst of cum straight onto her bangs.
"Is that all, Lawrence-san?" Elsa drew out his name, saying it with contempt.
"I can request anything?"
"Y-Yes. Anything."
Elsa looked down at the ground, shaking slightly.
"I…I'm still…a virgin, so you may even have that as well. No one else has asked for that. They were all quite satisfied by this stage. You've lasted far longer than anyone else I've ever had to service…"
Elsa refused to look at Lawrence. She seemed genuinely shaken now as she blushed, glancing at the floor.
"Anything?"
"Y-Yes, anything!"
"Elsa-san, please lift up your dress."
Elsa nearly fainted. She began shaking violently, trying to steady herself as she stood up. Elsa then lifted up her cassock, rolling it between her hands as the hemline of her cassock steadily rose.
Lawrence could see her legs, which were just as pale and slender as he had imagined them to be. Elsa continued to roll up the cloth, exposing her knees and then thighs. She sighed again as the entirety of her skirt was now bunched up in her hands, and she prepared to lift the whole thing up above her stomach entirely.
"That's fine."
Elsa stared at Lawrence in surprise as he stopped her. Lawrence marveled at Elsa's slender, shapely legs that were naturally hairless, pure white with only the slightest tinge of sandy brown.
"Now take off your shoes."
Elsa stared at Lawrence again. She obliged again, keeping her hands at her waist, with the skirt of her cassock raised up above her thighs, as she pulled herself out of her shoes with her feet. Once she was done, she stood on the cool floor of the church in her bare feet.
"OK, now sit on the pew sideways."
Elsa sat down, trying to keep herself calm as she placed the whole of her body sideways along the long wooden bench. Lawrence turned so that he was facing her and then lifted up her legs so that the bare soles of her feet were directly in his face.
Lawrence began to sniff them. Elsa watched coldly as Lawrence ran his nose across her feet, absorbing the scent of her unwashed feet that had soaked for days in her dirty shoes. He shoved his face into her feet and began to inhale deeply as he rubbed his nostrils against the oily, sweaty detritus that lined the soles of her feet. Lawrence's cock began to grow again, and the organ that she thought she had drained dry suddenly emerged again, red and heaving with desire.
Lawrence took Elsa by the ankles and began to kiss her feet. He grazed each perfectly formed toe with his lips, tracing them against the soft, pinkened pads of her toes. Elsa continued to watch as she tried to contain her confusion and surprise underneath her icy countenance.
Lawrence now began to lick Elsa's toes clean, running his tongue against her sensitive feet. Her feet were slightly smaller than Nora's, much smaller than Diana's. They were pale and slightly bony, her metatarsal bones somewhat prominent, but still very beautiful and finely formed. Lawrence sniffed Elsa's foot again, holding it closely against his nose and gripping her by the arches before placing Elsa's entire foot in his mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.
Elsa began to visibly squirm even as she tried to keep a straight face. Her toes began to wriggle against Lawrence's tongue, and she began to gasp softly between her lips. She shot a venomous look in Lawrence's direction as he licked her. She felt extremely violated, and her lower back began to shiver.
Lawrence shoved his face in Elsa's feet again, grunting as he pressed his face into her warm, slimy, wet toes. Elsa was now shaking at her legs, her thighs drenched with sweat and fluid. Lawrence ran his mouth down the finely sculpted arches of her feet again, kissing her on her soles one more time as his dick wiggled between his legs, sprinkling several drops of pre-cum onto the pews.
Elsa stared at Lawrence in shock as he then lifted his cock up and began rubbing it against her feet. Her miniscule, doll-like feet began to recoil in shock before Lawrence tightened his grip on her ankles and pulled them back. He began to slide his dick, first against the balls of her feet and then the sensitive tips of her toes. Elsa held her breath. It felt slimy, with an uncanny warmth. She clutched her collar and steadied herself once more, glaring at Lawrence.
The furious look on her face sharpened Lawrence's desires yet some more. His aching cock began twitching furiously, and the veins around his member, already prominent and vibrant, seemed to glow a dull, malevolent blue. He shoved both of Elsa's feet together, creating a tight ring around his cock, and began to fuck her.
Lawrence began to grunt loudly, his hips pulsing against Elsa's ankles as he fucked the beautiful little pussy-hole that formed between her feet. Elsa wiggled her toes, biting her lips in anguish and moaning at the uncomfortable sensation.
Lawrence grasped her toes, gripping them and caressing them as he continued to fuck her feet. Elsa's feet began to turn white from his tight grip, and she could feel her toenails digging into his fingers. Lawrence barely felt this, however, as his cock continued to pound the crevice between Elsa's soles.
Finally, Lawrence gave a low growl as his cock unceremoniously emptied itself all over Elsa's feet, ejecting a thick white paste that got all over her toes, a continuous web of cum that connected the tip of his cock in long strands to her sore, pink soles.
Lawrence barely rested before his cock was hard again. Elsa gazed in shock as he grabbed her feet once more and began to fuck them again, grasping her delicate toes as his massive girth slid against them once again.
Lawrence came again, and a new fountain of semen erupted onto the white, wriggling mass of toes that was converged around his cock. Lawrence continued to grip Elsa's feet, heaving and grunting as he continued to rub his softening cock against her.
Elsa grimaced. She wiggled her toes and was disgusted by the thick, slimy sensation. Cum oozed out from each of her toes as her entire feet began to drip with semen. Elsa began to look away from her feet, humiliated and disgusted at the sight of them.
Lawrence now hunched over, frothing like an animal as he jacked himself off with both of his hands, masturbating furiously as he continued to stare at Elsa's feet, until, with his cock right next to her feet, he came again, his engorged balls pulsing anxiously as he ejaculated all over Elsa's captive toes. Then, with a single pitiful shot of cum hanging from his dickhole, Lawrence rubbed his softening shaft, which was now tough and rubbery like a hose, against Elsa's feet, pressing the tip against the supple white surface of her skin.
Elsa stared at Lawrence, the tips of her toes propping up his dick, a perfectly annoyed expression on her face, as she waited to see whether he was done. When he gave no indication, Elsa pulled her feet away, allowing Lawrence's cock to come back down with a weak slap against his ballsack.
Elsa spread her toes, allowing the semen to ooze back in as she glared up at Lawrence.
"So? How am I supposed to put my shoes back on?"
Elsa stared at Lawrence, and Lawrence looked back without giving an answer. Elsa already knew, and she simply simmered as she gave Lawrence yet another dirty look.
Lifting up her pale, dripping feet to her mouth, Elsa began to suck on each of her toes, licking her shimmering, pale pink nails clean and sucking off the smooth, sensitive tips of her toes. She began to lick between her toes, her tongue appearing like a majestic pink worm between each crevice. Elsa glared at Lawrence as she did this, wearing a constant scowl as she licked her own feet.
The sight of her bare legs and her toes pressed against her tongue was arousing—the sight of her ankles, white as ivory and tinged with only a bit of pink at the joint, contorting in order to allow her feet to reach her face, even more so. The beautiful, angry, erotic young girl in front of Lawrence loudly sucked up every bit of cum with her lips. She tasted each drop of pungent, meaty slime, her tongue now coated with the nauseating, salty sludge as it made loud clicking and smacking noises against her palate every time she tried to swallow. Her throat was just as dry as she forced the slick, unforgiving mixture of sweat and dead skin and semen into her stomach. Her throat seemed never to yield, and she could only swallow with the loudest and most painstaking of efforts. Her stomach growled fiercely—it had become rather empty while Elsa had been slavishly pleasuring Lawrence's dick, and the gooey slick grey mixture that assaulted it made her sick.
As Elsa put her left foot down, she noticed that the cum on her right foot had begun to dry into a gray, putty-like sludge. She growled and began to scrape it off with her teeth, her mouth making a series of loud and obnoxiously erotic noises as she tried to expunge the bitter gunk from her feet.
When finally, she seemed to be finished, Elsa flashed her feet again, spreading her toes as if to show how obediently she had cleaned them. Her entire stomach growled in discomfort as she let out a low, guttural fart. Her mouth stank and her stomach growled so violently that she felt like throwing up as her pussy began to leak all over the pews and her pubic hairs grew sopping wet. Elsa stood up from the pew now, putting her shoes back on, as she left a wet spot all over the bench.
She and Lawrence now faced each other, silent. Lawrence pulled his pants back on without comment, his cock now covered up by loose fabric once again. Elsa stepped forward, still skulking with disgust.
She grasped Lawrence by the back and pulled him in as she kissed him. Her mouth reeked of unwashed feet and cum and mucus, a delightful mix of pungent organic stink, a powerful stench that was suitable for her beautiful, arousing figure. Her skilled mouth teased Lawrence, pampered his tongue as it slid deep inside his throat. Elsa began to moan softly as she kissed him, sucking up his saliva and squealing softly as Lawrence kissed back. She could barely breathe as she smothered him with his mouth, and she could feel her legs buckle as their tongues slid against each other.
Finally, as Elsa pulled away, a long strand of spit connected her tongue to Lawrence's. Her eyes still shimmering with anger, Elsa leaned back in and sucked on Lawrence's tongue and lips as she claimed his spit for himself, licking her lips and moaning erotically as his saliva went down her throat. Not once did her lips curl up in a smile.
Elsa bowed deeply, paying reverence to her master, placing her head at level with her lips, lowering herself to her rightful place, as she kissed him one last time on the cock in deference.
"So is that all then? If you have no more desires to satisfy from me, then begone."
Lawrence and Holo glanced at each other.
"Um…we still need your help."
Elsa shot the two of them a deadly look. "Don't you have your little report to write? Tell them there was nothing of import like you always do. Get on with it."
"Elsa-san, we really aren't from the Church. We really came here about the records left by the late Father Franz."
Elsa was now visibly shaken now that Lawrence evoked the name of her predecessor and mentor.
"Elsa-san, when we first came into this village, you said you didn't know where Diendran Abbey was. I'm not going to ask you again where it is. I'm asking you if this church is the abbey."
Elsa began to fall into a cold sweat.
"Elsa-san, this is secretly a pagan town, isn't it? This is an abbey—a place for private reflection—not an officially sanctioned church. And the old records of pagan folktales that Father Franz collected is here, too, isn't it?"
Elsa said absolutely nothing, making it all the more obvious that Lawrence was right.
"We aren't agents of the Church, Elsa-san. We can prove it, too."
Lawrence nodded in Holo's direction. Stepping out from the sidelines for the first time, Holo undid her headscarf and lifted up the back of her skirt. The scarf fell to the ground, and in its place atop her head was a dazzling set of wolf ears, and behind her was a giant, bushy tail.
"Elsa-san, a wolf goddess would definitely not be from the Church."
"Oh."
Elsa seemed quite understanding. The revealing of Holo's true form had told her all she needed to know. She now had incontrovertible proof that the two visitors in front of her were not secretly inquisitors sent by the Church, at least. There was nothing more to say. She was perfectly calm.
Or maybe not. Elsa fell to the ground with a thump as she fainted.
Lawrence and Holo rushed to her side and sat her up on the pew as they waited for her to wake up. The two stared awkwardly around the church, quietly admiring the architecture and trying not to think too hard about what just happened.
"So…"
Eventually, Lawrence finally had the courage to speak up. He glanced at Holo, who narrowed her eyes.
"Nushio."
"Y-Yes?"
"This girl has a very interesting way of getting agents of the Church to leave the town alone."
"Yeah."
"How unfortunate that she thought you were from the church. Quite a misunderstanding."
"Yeah."
"A complete misunderstanding, not your fault at all."
"Y-Yeah!"
"So we do not speak of this again, understood?"
Holo's voice was now quite fierce. Lawrence nodded. He was just glad that Holo wasn't mad at him. Holo glanced over to Elsa, who was now stirring in her seat.
"Besides, I'm sure that Schtingheim-san will be far more pissed off than I am once she wakes up."
…
Elsa's constant reference to Enberch was not without reason. Holo and Lawrence had accidentally stumbled into a local feud.
After barely an hour in the basement of the abbey examining documents, the simmering feud between the towns of Enberch and Tereo came to a head as an angry mob from Enberch came into town bitching about tainted wheat, using the arrival of a certain traveling merchant to town (who happened to have brought some wheat in his wagon) as an excuse to start a war.
What had started as a brief diversion to find some old stories about Holo's homeland turned into a diplomatic standoff that nearly cost Lawrence his life.
But he managed to get out of it.
…
Lawrence watched Holo as she scarfed down yet another cookie from the pile on the table. "You're going to get fat, you know. Is this going to end up like that time you blew all our spending money on apples?"
Holo bit into her cookie loudly, staring at Lawrence. "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I was mistaken! Turns out I wasn't the wise and powerful wolf who helped save her daft partner from getting his ass killed by a bunch of angry villagers. I suppose I don't get to do what I want as reward, huh?"
Somehow, through wolf magic and cookies, Lawrence and Holo had managed to pacify the towns and end the feud.
"…Right. So…where are we going next?"
Holo was trying to change the subject. Lawrence turned to the old text that he had been going over.
"Lenos."
The two of them emerged from the church to a crowd of villagers who had gathered to see them off. It had only taken a matter of days for their hostility and suspicion to turn into warmth and gratitude. The cart was already loaded up and ready to go, and as Lawrence was about to get into the driver's seat and take the reins, he stopped to make one last goodbye.
Elsa stood in front of Lawrence, glancing at him with eyes that were still cold and formal. Her expression was stern, but softer than before. The two of them walked back toward the church, speaking privately at the front door. Even though the villagers had finally begun attending services, the attention of the town was squarely on the cart many meters away.
"…Thank you, Lawrence-san, for teaching me so much."
The two exchanged silent glances for a moment.
"Lawrence-san, I suppose you already know this, but it really is quite hard being the caretaker of town church in a secretly pagan town."
"Yeah…all the inquisitors from the church, right?"
"Oh! Uh…yeah, that, too! Right…!"
"I'm sorry that you had to do all that. But now it's over with. Isn't that great?"
"Yes, of course! Yeah, yeah, yeah of course! No more of that…"
Elsa began to shudder at her hips, uttering an almost unnoticeable moan as her legs began to buckle and her face momentarily became flushed. She looked up at Lawrence.
"Well…it looks as if our time is at an end now. For real this time."
Lawrence nodded knowingly, detecting a different tone in Elsa's voice now. For the first time, he could see Elsa smiling, as she reached forward and grasped Lawrence by his shirt. She then kissed him, pulling his lips open as she pressed her anguished, thirsty tongue deep inside his throat, rubbing her slender, delicate body against his abdomen, pressing the dampest parts of her against his hips. The two of them embraced as they made out, and the priestess began to shiver and moan as Lawrence grasped her small, austere ass cheeks.
The two of them pulled away shortly thereafter, and Lawrence made his way back toward the cart. Elsa licked her lips and waved sultrily at the sturdy, powerful man who had taken over her senses. The cart passed by the church one last time, and as it made its way past the borders of the town, Lawrence looked back and could see the whole village standing and waving, with the most prominent local figures, including Elsa, at the front.
Momentarily, Lawrence turned back to the front of the cart and looked up at the path ahead. It would be about a week's journey to Lenos.
Lawrence and Holo glanced at each other, and they both grinned. Words were not necessary to express their feelings.
"He-e-e-e-e-y, Lawrence, can we come out now?" moaned a beautiful, pale, tall woman whose royal dignity was a mismatch for her whining, childish moan.
"Lawrence-san, my feet are cold too. Can I warm them against your body~?" said a cute, blonde waif.
Nora and Diana clambered into the front of the cart as they ruined the moment, straddling Lawrence's lap as they took turns kissing him, placing their hands underneath his shirt as they began to sigh and moan with pleasure.
Holo looked away from Lawrence now. Her smile was now forced.