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"Thank you for the help, Hero Himmel!"
"It's no problem. I'm just grateful I could get this done before breakfast."
In a certain town located at the center of the continent, the Hero Himmel was surrounded by what could have been the whole population. Onlookers gave the two speaking to him, the mayor and his daughter, a reasonable berth but a crowd had still gathered. Everyone wanted a peak at the man who had defeated the Demon King.
A large, cracked crater formed behind the azure-haired man, the location of the battle he had with a few demons who had sneaked into the town. Said intruders had just dissolved back into mist leaving only a trace of the battle that had taken place.
Amazingly enough, the hero had fought them with no weapons on him. At the moment, he only carried with him a paper bag full of groceries he had bought earlier at the town market. He looked like he barely broke a sweat with nary a scratch on his clothing.
"Then please allow me to offer you a meal, Sir Hero." The daughter of the mayor of the town walked up and took Himmel's hands within her own. Large eyes looked up at him with innocent admiration yet the way she also squeezed his hand against her buxom chest, whether intentional, was certainly lascivious.
Any man from the village would have taken the offer but Himmel gently extracted his hand from her grip with a charming smile. "I appreciate the offer, but I have plans for this morning. Maybe, another time."
He emphasized the withdrawal with a lift of the groceries still in his hand. The young woman did not look disappointed at the rejection, perhaps, even appreciating his gentlemanly disposition. As she stepped back, her father moved to replace her.
"Then, Sir Hero, if there's anything we could provide just let us know." The mayor coughed into his hand. "Within reason, of course."
"Hmm." Himmel audibly hummed even if he knew there was only one thing he wanted to ask. "Well, I'd appreciate it if you had any ancient grimoires, the older the better."
Father and daughter exchanged quizzical glances. After a moment, the mayor's eyes lit up followed by an answer. "We may have something of that sort. But it's mostly blank with the exception of some ancient letters that all we could tell isn't used by the Empire anymore."
Himmel smirked. "That's perfect."
It did not take long for Himmel to return to his current residence of stay. It was a small house, closer to a cabin, he had rented a little by the outskirts of the town. Usually, he'd opt for an inn, but he had to stay in the area for around a month so finding this temporary home was better.
With his free hand, Himmel opened the door and stepped into the house. Just by stepping in, he had a full view of the small home. There was a kitchen, a small area with a couch, and tucked into a corner was a large bed, abscond of any privacy. The only other door in the home led to a bathroom powered by magic.
At the very center was a rug laid upon by stacks of books. In the middle of the literary towers, a young girl with silvery hair laid down reading. However, contrary to her youthful appearance, the sharpness of her ears revealed a hint of an older age.
Himmel smiled at the sight even if he wanted to sigh. Usually, she came along when he got groceries, but she was more lethargic than usual this morning. Then again, Himmel had thought the chore wouldn't take too long but an unexpected Demon Fight along with collecting his reward had eaten some time.
For a moment, he simply stood in the doorway admiring the reading elf who looked to be stuck in her own world. However, green eyes then turned away from the pages of a book to his newly-arrived figure.
"Sorry, I couldn't get the bread," were Himmel's first words. He had to use the long piece of loaf for a makeshift sword, after all. "Then again, I did get this."
The hero reached into the bag to pull out a book with a faded purple leather cover. The sight lit up the elf's eyes even more than Himmel's arrival did. With a small jump, she landed on her feet and made her way up to him to snatch it from his hands.
With the same expression of a child finding a new toy, she raised the book above her head. This act that fit perfectly with her small stature brought a smile to Himmel's face.
Worth it.
After staring at the book for a few seconds, the elf paused. Her mouth opened as if remembering something. She turned back to Himmel, covering her mouth with the newly obtained grimoire.
"Sorry, I forgot." Two thin arms reached up to wrap around Himmel's neck followed by a quick peck on the lips.
The warm smile of his wife was now what met him at the front door.
"Welcome back, Himmel."
"…Yeah. I'm back Frieren."
One year had passed since the defeat of the Demon King.
To think it had been that long already. Elves were said to treat days as quickly as seconds but even humans could lose grip on the passage of time.
A month after the celebration at the empire, the hero Himmel proposed (again) to Frieren, the elf mage of the party, who, to his shock, agreed. The ceremony was a private affair involving only the members of the hero party and close allies they had made along the way.
Immediately after, the two other members of the party told informed the newlywed couple on personal tasks they needed to do. Heiter, the priest of the party, said he had to check up with things related to the religion of the Goddess. Eisen, the warrior of the party, mentioned he had "Dwarf stuff" and ended it there.
While there was no real plan to continue to travel together after the Demon King's defeat, an agreement was made to reunite at the town after a year or so. One never knew if their services were needed again as, after all, it was not as if the Demon King's army had vanished along with their leader's defeat.
That was the official reason but the knowing looks of the leaving two revealed their true purpose. Frieren didn't catch it, but Himmel was thankful for their consideration. Even if the couple had technically travelled together for ten years, there was definitely a different flavor to doing it as husband and wife even.
There was, at least, more hand holding and kissing.
Meals, for one thing did not change too much. Because Himmel had gotten the groceries, Frieren volunteered to cook. She even had her own personal apron, a small pink sight that warmed Himmel's heart every time he saw it.
Even if his wife had a bad habit of reading any new grimoire while she cooked as she was doing so in the moment. Well, it wasn't like he wouldn't eat it even if things went wrong, not that it ever did. Knowing she couldn't be talked to, Himmel helped out by setting the table.
Soon enough, a rich aroma filled the air of the small home as Frieren finished cooking a healthy stew with the meat Himmel had bought earlier. After serving it in a large bowl, the two sat across each other and began their meal.
They ate in silence, mainly because Frieren was still reading the tome as she ate. Normally, she had enough manners to put it away, but the contents must have been that interesting to catch her attention. Some men would have been jealous of how much attention she gave the grimoire over her own husband, but Himmel felt that part of Frieren was one of her (many) charm points.
It was only after he had finished his own meal did Himmel speak up.
"I did give it a quick glance over, but it was just blank pages."
"Huhu, then what are these?" With a mischievous spark in her eyes, Frieren set the book down on the table to show Himmel that there truly was writing on the pages of the Grimoire. Symbols that he had never seen before were scrawled over the pages. "They only appeared after I touched them so they may be reacting to me, specifically. I believe this book was written by and for elves."
That did explain why she was so focused on the book. Elves were rare, almost to the point of extinction, so to find something connected to them must have meant something to her.
Himmel wanted to ask more but it was clear to him that all of Frieren's attention was now on the book before her. He couldn't imagine what was written in the grimoire or how his wife must be feeling from finding an artifact of her dying race.
For the moment, he decided to clean up the dishes and, depending on how long it would take, make some tea. He didn't have any other immediate plans besides wait for Heiter and Eisen to show up in maybe a week or so. At this point, there was no use getting in the way.
He was on his second cup when Frieren finally looked up from the grimoire, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Himmel! Himmel!"
"Yes, that is me." He poured out a steaming cup then handed it across. "Here tea,"
"Oh. Thank you." Frieren paused in her announcement to take a long swig of the tea he had prepared, even finishing the cup in one go. "I've found out what this is. This grimoire is actually a long-lost guide for elves on how to copulate properly."
"Huh?" Thankfully, Himmel had already finished his drink, or he'd have spat it all over the book his wife had placed down, gaining her full ire. That did not mean the shock from hearing said words had lessened.
"It describes a long-lost art on elven mating rituals. I've never heard of these before." Frieren continued, ignoring the stupefied look on her husband's face. "This must be why it only appeared to me. This should be centuries old, yet it remains intact thanks to the magic flowing through it."
"There's even a spell that guarantees pregnancy." Frieren paused to turn her gaze to meet her husband's own. An unusual shyness stirred within her eyes and along with something else Himmel couldn't identify. She broke away to add the following words. "…even with humans."
Needless to say, the rest of the tea went untouched.
For the rest of the day, an unspoken pressure filled their small home. Silence had decided to join the two, bringing along a bag of tense implications.
After her revelation, Frieren went back to studiously going over the newly discovered elven sex manual. She didn't say anything else, nor did she look to be in the mood to discuss, instead wanting to confirm as much information as possible.
Himmel couldn't get in her way even if he wanted to. He could barely function with the implications of her words bouncing across his mind, The hero stuck to sitting by himself on the couch in muted disbelief. Occasionally, Frieren would sit by him or lay on his lap, but her attention would still be on the book in her hands. Out of habit, he'd stroke her head but, like hers, his mind was elsewhere.
It didn't take long for night to arrive.
Night 1
This wasn't the couple's first foray into nightly activities.
Of course, they had consummated in the past as it had been around a year since their union, with their wedding night being the first time they did it.
Over the following months, sex was rare between the two, mainly from a lack of interest.
As an elf, Frieren naturally had little sexual desire. She already informed Himmel about this elven fact and did not think she would instigate too much. If he wanted it, she was willing to, but he'd be the one who would ask.
Meanwhile, Himmel himself wasn't interested that much either. He had spent 10 years just adventuring with her, he could live the rest of his life doing the same. If he were honest, he only continued to ask for it on occasion as proof to Frieren that he was actually attracted to her. This fact (along with his own body) pleased his wife greatly.
For someone who claimed to have little desire for sex, she was oddly confident on her charm as a "beautiful sexy lady". Not that Himmel would ever deny that.
She had yet to say no to him although Himmel also believed this came more from the excitement of being wanted then actual desire for sex.
Whatever the case, it worked plus he didn't have to worry about finishing within her. Frieren also made it clear it was incredibly hard for Elves to get pregnant which was not helped by their lack of sexual desire. Not to mention, neither knew if humans and elves were compatible.
Still, in the back of his mind, the small pitter patter of footsteps stalked him. Even if the chances were astronomical, the idea never failed to flit through his thoughts on the rarest days. It was absurd, after all, to expect anymore that what he had.
He couldn't imagine having more…He wouldn't.
He had tried to keep it locked away in the deepest recesses of his mind, but he should've guessed Frieren would have found her way in and wretched it open as she always did.
Said elf was kneeling across him on their two-person bed. She was just looking over the rest of the book, making sure she didn't get anything wrong. Himmel sat across her with bunched up fists tightly clasped over his own folded knees. He waited in silence, partly not wanting to interrupt her and partly from his own anxiety.
He wasn't this nervous even on their wedding night.
Both were also already naked not wearing an inch of clothing, the sole exception being Frieren's earrings as well as the rings on their fingers.
"This should do it." Placing the book on the beside nightstand, Frieren held up her hands in front of her bare abdomen. Even Himmel could feel the overwhelming swirl of mana that overflowed from Frieren's body and where her hands hovered.
"Schwangerden [Spell of pregnancy]"
Above Frieren's pale skin appeared a pink heart-shaped mark. Her face scrunched in clear exertion but the small smile on her face confirmed the success of the spell she had cast on herself. She used more mana than she expected but it was better safe than sorry.
"There. This spell uses a considerable amount of my mana but with this-". Frieren rubbed the new markings on her skin which responded to her touch with a faint purple glow. "We can begin the first night."
"Hmm?" Himmel paused at his wife's words. "What do you mean."
"This ritual takes five successive nights." Frieren held up her hand to show said number of fingers. "With the help of the spell, I'm using my mana to kick my reproductive facilities into overdrive."
"I see." Himmel nodded. "As expected of elves, even their love making takes days."
He could imagine how beings who lasted for over thousands of years would take just as long in their lovemaking. Thinking about it, should he be worried about his own human endurance?
However, Frieren shook her head, dismissing her husband's worries of potential dehydration.
"Actually, it usually takes seconds. From what I heard in the past, it's treated more as a business proposal, so most elves wanted to get it done as fast as possible." She gave a side-glance to the grimoire Himmel had brought in by the bed. "According to the book, the ritual takes this long not only because of the time the spell needs but to encourage longer sex between elves as a whole. It hoped to give a greater importance to something that was needed for the survival of my species."
For a people that had so little sexual and romantic drive, a book was needed to teach them that sex could be fulfilling and worth doing. It was possible this book wasn't even written for any perverse reasons but from the point of solving an actual sociological issue to get the species to procreate more.
Himmel, found himself sitting straighter. He wouldn't say he had amazing endurance, but resolve could overcome any shortcomings. "Then, what do we need to do."
"The first rule is that we're not allowed to self-pleasure over the duration of the five days."
"That's no problem." If he could take ten years of abstinence then he could take another five days. Frieren also did not partake in such things unless one counted the excitement when she'd find a new Grimoire.
"Next, we can't climax, as well."
Now, that was actually a challenge. It wasn't like either of them didn't finish during sex. Even if Frieren didn't feel sexual desire, that didn't mean she didn't get excited or felt pleasure. She had once described their sex life to that of eating a really good steak, she never really felt like it but on the occasion it came up, it filled her with pleasure.
Frieren blinked, her gaze turning up as if remembering something. "Oh, but we only have sex on the very last day. So it should be fine."
"Fine with me." That got a sigh of relief from Himmel. He did believe in his own willpower but five days straight of what he assumed to be inhuman sex positions could intimidate any Hero.
"Then for the first night, all we need to do is get naked and look at each other. No touching of any kind"
"That's it?"
Frieren once more touched the mark above her abdomen. "The magic is still volatile. It will stabilize over time which is why things are starting off simple…is what was written in the book."
"Right." Himmel nodded, donning a serious expression. "If there's any issues…I trust you. I want this but not if you'll be in danger."
"Thank you, Himmel." Frieren reached out to stroke his cheek but stopped herself. That was right. No touching. Instead, she placed her hands behind her and allowed her legs below her to split into an M shape with her knees pointing to Himmel and her feet to her back.
"Now then take it in, husband."
Without shame, Frieren showed off her naked body. She puffed out her barely developed chest, tipped with rosebud nipples. There was not a single blemish or scar on her body. Himmel's eyes traced down over a flat tummy to a slit with a small tuft of pale hair above (something Frieren was oddly proud of).
"Ohh…Ohh…" Himmel moaned, sounding less from a man in the midst of pleasure but closer to that of a zealot before a goddess. Tears ran down unblinking eyes as he took the in the sight presented to him "I can't believe my wife is this beautiful."
"Mufu!" With a suggestive look, Frieren slowly turned her body around to show off even more of herself. Curvy shapely hips. Long pale legs. She finished her rotation by lying on her stomach, giving Himmel full display of her backside.
Himmel's gaze journeyed a full trail from the thin nape of Frieren's neck, past her barely concealed shoulder blades, through the valley of her cute butt, and ending at the flat bottoms of her tiny feet.
After some time, Frieren flipped back around to lie on her back. Her hair had come undone from her usual twintails; a curtain of moonlight framing green eyes that fluttered with invitation. There was a small quiver that ran through her lightly spread open legs. Tiny hands failed at covering her more intimate parts, soft pink peeking through pale fingers.
The strange purple markings right where her womb was meant to be added to the overall allure of the image, of an elf that was signaling how ready she was for her mate.
Maybe it was just the exertion of whatever was going on with the magic, but there was also a rare flush on Frieren's face that accentuated her attractiveness from his cute elf wife to Himmel's personal dick slayer.
Himmel swallowed or tried to if his mouth wasn't already dry. Normally, his eyes would be bloodshot, or he'd have coughed up blood by now but the overwhelming stimulation of Frieren sexily prancing before him had shot any and all blood straight below.
To be honest, the size of his penis was average. Probably. Himmel wasn't an expert or anything in genital size. It fit in his grasp, well enough.
He knew he had the largest organ within the hero party, at least. The men did take baths together when it couldn't be helped. Alcohol did not lead to great erections for Heiter while Eisen was naturally born smaller, being a dwarf.
Still, he was thankful he didn't have some sort of horse dick, or it wouldn't be able to fit into Frieren's body. Even then, he usually needed to insert himself at half-mast as to not make it too painful for her on insertion. After that, she took to adjusting to his growing size just fine.
Whatever humble assertions Himmel had of his own manhood had been destroyed by the towering mass of meat that grew out of his crotch. He had never been this hard, perhaps, never allowed himself to get this hard as to not harm his small sized wife but now, his deck felt more than half of what he thought possible.
The only saving grace was that it felt so painfully engorged that there was no way he would be able to cum.
His current situation was easily caught by his wife whose smug smile matched the playful glint in her eyes. From one set of lips to another, Frieren raised the hand covering her lower slit to her mouth. With a wink, she shot forward an attack deadly enough to normally one-shot the hero of legend.
"Frieren!"
That was the final straw. Any and all mental resistance within Himmel snapped in two. Every instinct in his body told him that he needed to mate with the elf before him and make her cry out his name. With speed that made Aura the Guillotine cry, his muscled body was on top of Frieren's delicate frame.
His hands sandwiched the sides of her head, barely grazing her ears. His sword was aimed right above where Frieren was her hottest and tightest. His intense lust-filled eyes gazed down at Frieren's own accepting ones.
Yet, somehow, Himmel had stopped himself pushing through. Right before, at the very last moment, something within him had brought him back to reason.
Immediately, Himmel's eyes widened realizing what he was about to do. He released a hot breath he hadn't realized he was holding, trying to calm his emotions. Eventually, he returned a shaky smile.
"Sorry, Frieren. I almost lost it right at the start."
"Fufu, it can't be helped. We should be done for tonight anyways. Come here." Without any blame in her expression, Frieren pulled Himmel into a hug, pushing his head against her chest like a divine mother. "It must be hard having such a lady for a wife."
"Oh Frieren, you won't believe the half of it." Himmel fully returned the embrace, like a sinner finding salvation. "It's so hard when my wife is this cute, beautiful, and sexy."
"Thankfully, my husband is one who wouldn't succumb to even his own perversions." Frieren stroked Himmel's hair, enjoying the warmth of their embrace. "Now, calm that down and let's sleep."
Being an elf, she was never that interested in romance or sex but after marriage she could, at least, see the appeal.
At the very least, Frieren learned how much she enjoyed the warmth gained from sleeping with another beside you.
Night 2
" Himmel, you're slow."
"Forgive me, Frieren. My body still aches."
It was morning and the two decided to hit up the town market. According to Frieren, she required a lot more food over the course of the five days. The sudden surge in expenses would be a hit on their budget but Himmel knew Heiter and Eisen would be able to help them out when they arrived.
When he woke up, Himmel felt as if he had wrestled with a Sage of Destruction. His groin was not only unusually sensitive but also hurt in a bad way. He guessed it was from how he had refused it release and now it was tormenting him.
Meanwhile, the usually withdrawn Frieren had more energy than he had ever seen her with. It said something when he was the one who had to be woken up by the hungry elf. Her face still defaulted to a small curve of a mouth but there was a pep in her step that was only noticeable to those who intimately knew her.
Frieren stopped and waited for Himmel to reach her. When he finally caught up, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his. A forgiving smile reminiscent of an old lady to her troublesome grandchild looked up at him.
"If you move so slowly, we can't hold hands."
"Yes, dear." Matching her smile with a mock-resigned look, Himmel squeezed her hand back and made sure to match her short stride.
When they got the market, Himmel did all the talking as Frieren just hung by his side silently. She had that oddly satisfied look on her face when her eyes slanted down and her mouth curved an odd shape that made it hard to interrupt her mood.
The hold on his hand had even evolved to a snuggle on his arm. While winter was still a bit far off, the morning already brought with it a chilly wind in the air. Rather than an elf, it felt more like he was walking with a cat hanging by his side.
Himmel was too caught up with glancing at the satisfied Frieren that he had given his order to the person at the counter without looking at who it could be.
"Oh, Hero-sama."
Himmel turned away from the adorable sight clinging to his arm to a walking pair of tits. No wait, it was just that mayor's daughter again.
"Hello. I didn't know you worked at the butchery." Nor did he know butchery allowed such a low-cut blouse to be worn or that the top parts of aprons could dip that low. "I must have missed you last time I was here."
"You arrived too early yesterday. Plus, I had to stay by father's side during the attack." The woman then turned her attention away from Himmel to realize he had a young girl holding on to his arm. "Oh, who could this be?"
"Frieren. Himmel's wife," replied the girl in a lackadaisy manner, her mouth still curled up. "We're on a date today."
"Isn't that cute!" The mayor's daughter clapped her hands at the cute sight causing some interesting motions to her chest. She seemed to think of Frieren's declaration as the whimsy of a little sister. "Then, I don't want to keep you waiting. Let me ready your order."
One thing Himmel noticed about Frieren was how she never showed envy. As the hero of the land, it was normal to have women throw themselves at him, yet he had never seen her show any signs of possessiveness or anger. While on one end, he almost wanted to see a jealous Frieren. On the other, it was just a sign of full faith in him; something he always wanted to return in full.
Besides, that just meant Himmel would be jealous for the both of them. If anyone even tried to pick her up, he'd throw them straight to the other side of the continent. He couldn't blame them due to how cute his wife was but that just meant he had to be even more protective for the carefree Frieren.
After a moment, the mayor's daughter returned with their order. It was quite a lot, so Himmel still had to double check to make sure everything was there. Thankfully, he found all the mean he wanted in place.
He also found a piece of paper with an address marked by a red kiss.
Yet, from what he had seen, she had no lipstick on. His eyes glanced back at the one who packed their order. Her lips did not show any signs of makeup, but her white apron was stained a familiar bloody red.
"…Let's head back, Frieren."
"Please come again, Hero-sama!"
Himmel had almost princess carried Frieren right out of there.
The couple spent the remainder of the day preparing the following day's meals. Thankfully, Frieren had an ice spell that could preserve it for the next day.
The sight of Frieren in her small pink apron was enough to cleanse images of bloody aprons from Himmel's mind.
"For tonight, we're allowed to hug each other and kiss," read aloud Frieren. "But only very light kissing. It can be anywhere but the genitals."
It was something arguably easier than yesterday which Himmel had no complaints about as his balls still lightly ached. He wasn't sure if he could perform today so the usual cuddling was fine.
After making sure she did not miss anything, a naked Frieren placed the book back on the night shelf. She then held out her arms with a fully expectant expression. Her eyes sparkled in anticipation.
"That I can do."
Himmel pulled Frieren close to him, combining their naked body heats into a fiery union. Frieren took the chance to rub her cheek against Himmel's chest, nuzzling her head against him. It was hard but there was a slight softness that allowed for her sleeping comfort.
A hand softly stroked the back of her head as a whisper floated to her ear.
"Hey, don't fall asleep yet."
Well, the gentle pats on the head weren't helping. Frieren turned her face up to meet Himmel's loving gaze.
"Then make sure to distract me."
Their eyes locked, an unspoken message sent in a single look. Both leaned their heads in the other's direction until the distance between the two turned nonexistent.
Frieren's lips barely pushed back against Himmel's own. Rather than calling it kissing, they were tracing against the other's lips, tasting the other's breaths. There was no push or pull but a maintained neutral touch. Her arms linked across Himmel's neck making it easier for Frieren to tilt her head so their lips could meet at the perfect angle.
Even if Elves were known to have little sexual desire, Frieren found she enjoyed kissing. It was just the same as a hug or a head pat but when she engaged her lips with Himmel's it transformed into a heat within her chest. She already had a bad sense of time and kissing just made things worse.
Somedays, Frieren believed she could kiss this man for months long end.
Behind her, she felt Himmel's arms wrap around her waist. For a moment, they started to stray a bit too low, but Frieren placed one hand on them, also separating the two lovers.
"No touching there…" she panted out.
Himmel, also out of breath, just nodded in apology before moving his head down once more for another kiss.
Only this time, his lips went past her mouth and down to the side of Frieren's pale neck.
"Hiyah!" Frieren made a cute sound at the unexpected stimulation. She closed her eyes, trying to resist moaning from the flickering pain of the love tap.
A whispered "You're so cute, Frieren," crawled up Frieren's neck. Himmel wanted to bite down and mark the pale skin but instead he gave a small suckle. The light moans the action drew only encouraged him.
His next target was her tummy followed by her arms, legs, and anywhere he could place his lips on. Each and every time a small noise escaped from Frieren's tightly curled lips and each and every time they were the cutest things he heard.
Just as he finished kissing her last toe, he felt a force push him back down on the bed.
Once more, Frieren draped over his body. A small frown set on her face, clearly displeased with how things had turned out.
"My turn."
Deciding to return the favor, Frieren nuzzled her face to Himmel's neck. Only instead of lips, she used her tongue to harshly press against a spot on Himmel's neck she knew was sensitive. Amidst the salty taste of swear, there was a tinge of sweetness, a hint of a fragrant nectar.
Himmel always smelled like flowers, and it was to Frieren's satisfaction that only she knew he tasted of them too.
Frieren then lifted one of Himmel's arms to which he complied by raising it above his head. Without pause, the elf pressed her face into his sweaty armpit. The overpowering musk of a man left out in the rain for too long sent flashes of pleasure throughout her body. And it tasted just as good too.
Only Frieren knew that Himmel was particularly sensitive when his armpit was licked. Only she knew how, after a day without washing, the taste could melt both tongue and mind.
Finally, she remembered that big breasted bimbo from the butchery. How her eyes were also drawn to the mole on Himmel's face just like every other woman, as if it was some sort of cursed love spot.
However, did they know it wasn't his only one?
Frieren removed herself from her Himmel's pit, pushed herself downward, and positioned herself between his legs. There, just below his right buttock but settled within the inner thigh, was another mole.
One exclusive only to his wife, Frieren.
She grabbed hold of the thick leg of her husband and used it to pull herself to a secret solely for her. Even if it required her to rest his balls on her head, Frieren greedily lapped up the dark spot only she would ever have access to.
While it was true Frieren did not particularly care about other women's flirting, there was a good reason for that. After all, there was no need to feel threatened knowing that Frieren would know more about Himmel than any other would-be floozy could hope to learn about.
For Frieren, there was nothing more pathetic than a woman who would cry thinking she didn't know enough about Himmel. All the while, she would be the one with him in bed, a catalogue for every inch of his body, the sole witness of his pleasure-filled face.
After one final lick, Frieren bit down intent on bloodying her lips.
Neither of the two noticed the mark on her womb emit a faint purple light.
Night 3
Himmel had woken to many strange things in his life. Most of the time, they were life-threatening situations or demons attempting an assassination.
"Himmel, I want to kiss."
This wasn't one of them. Actually, it was arguably the best wake-up call he has had in whole life so far. Awoken by an angel to do a great task. Was this the true call of a hero he had read about?
However, even in his newly awakened mind, there were still concerns that surfaced.
"Is that okay? For the ritual."
"The third day is still the mostly the same as the second day. The only difference is that we can kiss much deeper." Frieren repeated the instructions she had read. Her stare intensified. "Himmel, I want to kiss deeper."
"Then lay one on-Mmph!"
Before he could even finish, Frieren had already taken his lips. The difference from the kissing yesterday was immediately felt as her tongue invaded into Himmel's mouth. Himmel reached out to pull her waist closer to his own. Both were still naked with only a single blanket that separated their bare bodies.
After what could have been a minute or a whole hour, the wedded pair separated with Frieren sitting on top of his torso.
If he was honest, Himmel would do this all day, but he remembered that they actually had an appointment later in the day.
"Frieren…we have to meet…Eisen…for lunch."
"Eisen…lunch…" There was a fight raging within Frieren's green eyes. Himmel wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't something he normally saw in his wife. Eventually, some light returned within her gaze. "That's right, we should meet Eisen for lunch…."
But just as fast, it was gone. If earlier was some form of reason, then what clouded her eyes now was a fog of desire.
"…which means we still have time for more kissing."
Without another word, Frieren captured Himmel's mouth once more, pouring what had to be blessed water down his throat. Any will to get up and do anything before their meeting was gone along with Himmel's resistance.
Hopefully, they won't be late.
"Sorry, we're late!"
"…"
"No, I just got here."
Eisen's reply did not fool Himmel, at all. He had spotted the dwarf have the waitress take away some drinks from his table right before the two had arrived. What consideration!
Compared to yesterday, Frieren was practically half-asleep. There was a lack of focus in her eyes Himmel did not like to see. He almost did not bring her along, but she was oddly insistent.
The married paid took their seats across the long-bearded dwarf. The warrior barely looked to have changed. Still wearing the same helmet and get-up as he did when they had disbanded the hero party. He had sent a letter to them a few weeks back that he was nearby thus this meeting was set-up.
"Eisen, it's good to see you again." Frieren smiled, across the table. Mentally, Himmel let out a sigh of relief because she looked to be back to normal. When she even caught him staring, she simply gave a curious tilt of the head which Himmel simply returned with a smile.
"Is there something wrong, Himmel?"
"No, it's nothing."
"Huhuhu. So this is a married couple." Thankfully, Eisen misinterpreted Himmel's worried check as a wedded husband's longing gaze. "You used to not be as open in doing that, Himmel."
"Then you haven't been staring at me enough, old friend." Himmel placed his arm around his wife. "Of course, I'm already taken."
"Eisen," Frieren turned to the dwarf, her expression serious. "I'm not sharing Himmel with you."
"Bwahahaha!"
After a round of shared laughs, their drinks were served, and they got to talking.
Eisen informed them that he knew they were meant to meet again but he needed to check something in a nearby village so he would be back again in around two weeks. He did see Heiter on the way, but the priest said he may have a two days delay due to needing to look over a procession.
Himmel wasn't really ready to tell his friend they were in the middle of an elven tantric ritual to bear a child, so he instead talked about the adventures the married pair did together. Frieren simply talked about some of the new spells she had gained along the way.
Eventually, the three fell back into the motions of when they were the Hero Party. Tales were shared and a meal was had by all. Frieren, of course, eating almost double what the men did but that was the usual. All that was needed was a drunk priest ordering excessive amounts of alcohol.
Whatever worries he had with Frieren earlier were pushed to the back of Himmel's mind. It may have been just some left-over excitement from the night before. In front of Eisen, she was back to acting as she always did.
"Himmel, you have some cream on your face."
"Oh." He reached up and swiped his right cheek. "Did I get it?"
"No." With a sigh, Frieren grabbed a napkin and held it up as if she was his mother. "Turn over here."
"Ohoho?"
From the corner of his eye, Himmel spotted Eisen trying his best to look in anywhere but their direction. Still, if his friend thought he'd be embarrassed, then the warrior was wrong.
Himmel was perfectly happy with rubbing his lovey-dovey moments with Frieren in front of anyone's face!
With a confident smile, Himmel leaned his other cheek in Frieren's direction. He did close his eyes as he felt a hand rub his cheek. The hero fully expected to also hear the dwarf giggling.
He did not expect another hand to grab his other cheek and pull his face towards approaching lips.
A soft piece of meat entered his mouth, coated with the juices of grilled steak. For a moment, Himmel forgot where he was and enjoyed the taste being rubbed all over his teeth, gums, and tongue. Two tender pieces of meat also pushed against his own lips.
When he opened his eyes, his mouth was empty and the visage of a smiling Frieren blessed him. "How was the steak?"
"Good…" was all he could mutter. Frieren nodded, caressing his cheek with her hand. She was too close to his face to be seated next to him. No, wait, she was sitting on him the whole time. That explained why his lap felt heavy.
"Then, can you feed me your meal?"
Himmel blankly nodded. He had ordered a simple vegetable stir fry, something much lighter compared to Frieren's own triple serving of steak. He used his spoon to take a portion of his meal and…wait…this wasn't their usual table.
"Hold on!" The hero would have jumped out of his seat if Frieren wasn't sitting on his lap. Immediately, Himmel did a quick survey of their area. Thankfully, they were seated at a private closed-off section of the resto (Hero party privilege) but that didn't mean this was okay.
Speaking of which, he looked across the table to see an empty seat.
"Where's Eisen?"
"Oho!" Suddenly, a forked popped up in his sight followed by a spiked helmet. The top part of the head of the dwarf in question sneaked up from under the table.
"Apologies, I seemed to have dropped my fork. I was looking for it underneath this table for the past three minutes and twenty seconds. All of my attention was down here."
…Himmel really didn't deserve such a considerate friend.
"Eisen, you should get that replaced." Frieren spoke in a normal tone as if she wasn't sitting on Himmel's lap with one arm draped around his shoulder. "It shouldn't take you more than three, no, five, minutes."
"I'll do that then." Just like that, the dwarf fell back down into the ground. This action had Frieren nod with a smile before talking the spoon Himmel had placed back down.
"Now, do you need me to feed you? Or do you want it more direct?"
There was definitely something wrong with Frieren.
For the third night, Frieren earlier had said that there wasn't too much difference from Day 2. Just a difference on how much intense the kisses would be. On difficulty, it should not have been that big a jump however, as if to make up for a low increase in quality, the quantity had exponentially multiplied.
Instead of keeping these activities at night, they had started to leak into the day. It started the moment he had woken up, to the lunch with Eisen, to doing nothing but making out for the rest of the afternoon.
Even, now, when it was night, the two were still exploring each other's mouths as they did the whole day. If anything, Himmel was surprised at how aggressive Frieren was. She never instigated anything more than a chaste kiss in the past and now, she was the one pushing against him.
It was ridiculous but, it was almost like, Frieren was horny?
Himmel felt something amazingly moist rub against his shaft, breaking his line of thought. With the reflexes born of a hero, he grabbed Frieren's petite butt and lifted it away from his dangerously twitching member.
After three days, he was that sensitive.
"Frieren, you said we couldn't touch each other there yet.'
A blank look was returned. It almost reminded him of when they first met. However, the fog in her eyes was new. Even if Frieren wore no emotions, she was never this…unfocused.
"I think we're done for today." For the first time, it was Himmel who declared the night over. Frieren silently nodded without any disagreements. Instead, settling into his body for a good night's sleep.
Himmel watched the small elf laying by his side. When she was sleeping, Frieren looked just the same as always. He hoped he was just imagining things.
Just as he was about to fall back to sleep, something caught his eye.
A faint light was coming from Frieren's lower abdomen. He may have been mistaken but wasn't the color of the markings purple, not pink?
Hopefully, that wouldn't be a problem.
Night 4
4:00 AM
"Himmel, we have a problem."
"F-Frieren?" Himmel awoke once more to the voice of his wife, the best rooster call in the world. Although from how there was still no light shining outside, it may have been too early for any bird.
He forced out any sleepiness as her words sounded quite foreboding. Years of needing to wake up immediately to defeat an enemy made it second nature.
Also, there was something constantly hitting against his hip.
He turned his eyes to face the familiar stoic face of Frieren. Now, that was the face of the mage he had married.
He then turned his gaze lower to notice that she had embraced his naked body, and her hips were doing a rapid pumping motion against his own. Now, that was the body of beasts he'd seen mating on the side of the road.
"Himmel, I don't have much time. I have underestimated the power of the pregnancy spell. I used some of my remaining magic to be able to talk to you normally but not much is left."
"Did anything go wrong?" asked Himmel, his voice filled with worry. He knew something was odd. Did this turn out to be a curse? A brainwashing spell? A transformation spell to turn his precious Frieren into a succubus?
"The spell…gave me the same sexual desire as if I had a human body."
…did that mean this was just how Frieren would be normally if she wasn't born an elf? Surely, she wouldn't be this level of horny and there was some sort of amplification…
"…"
"I'm just not used to it." Himmel's silence brought a small blush on his wife's cheeks. Cute. "Anyways, do you remember the initial rules?"
"No sex until the final day. And no climaxing," recounted Himmel. "Don't tell me, you did it while I was asleep."
"No, I still have my bearings and can resist that much. However, the spell should be ready by tomorrow but that means I may be… fully intoxicated with a regular human's sexual desire until the final day. I can't promise what I would do just to cure myself from this heat. How do humans deal with this?"
Wasn't Himmel also a human?
"You're a hero, Himmel. You have an exceptional amount of will." A small hand wrapped around Himmel's own. "It is with that discipline that I believe you'll be able to prevent the both of us from reaching climax or intercourse today. You must stay strong."
Himmel squeezed the hand back and flashed her a confident smile. "Of course. I aim to do the impossible. Which includes saying no to my beautiful wife's advances."
The approving smile Frieren beamed at him was more attractive to Himmel than any of the ecstatic ones she had shown him the past few days.
"For the fourth day, we are allowed to touch each other but not our genitals. As long as you can hold on for today, we should be fine."
"I'll make sure of it."
"On the fifth day, I suggest you leave the house in the morning and only come back at night. I will make sure nothing happens in the morning,"
"Got it."
"…also, can you kiss me?"
"…with pleasure."
Himmel leaned down to give Frieren a tender kiss on the lips, much tamer then those from the day before but just as filled with his love. The miniscule push back he felt also had him grin while they were still connected.
When he finally pulled back, he found Frieren asleep once more…although she was still somehow humping him.
Well, maybe that was the key? If he just slept with her in bed, the whole day then he could prevent her from doing anything.
Even if he had fallen to the dreaded flying kiss, Himmel already knew that was the maximum extent of her abilities.
Really, how hard would it be?
Himmel SAN level: 100%
9:00 AM
"Good morning, darling. I made your favorite breakfast and also prepared a morning bath from all the exercise we did last night. Which would you prefer first? The breakfast, bath, or perhaps you want me? Of course, we can do all three together…"
This was what greeted Himmel the moment he had woken up.
A delicious looking meal, a prepared bath, and his wife in the cute pink apron she always wore…. with nothing else on.
They had stared at each other naked for the past three nights and yet, somehow, the way the small apron covered all the important pits, lightly flapping in the air as she bounced with each step was somehow more arousing. Not to mention the sudden bomb when Frieren had to turn around and bend over to pick something up.
Himmel SAN level: 80%
1:00 AM
"Excuse me!"
"F-Frieren!?" On instinct, Himmel covered his naked body even if there was no reason to. He just hadn't expected her to enter their small bathroom with them. He turned away from her, knowing looking her way would just be trouble.
"I've arrived to help wash your back."
"You don't have a towel with you…"
From what he briefly glimpsed; she wasn't carrying anything with her. His wife was also wearing nothing at all, but her hair was tied up into a rarely seen high ponytail. Very Cute.
"Humu, there's no need for such a thing."
Just as she said that something warm yet broad covered Himmel's back. It felt like a warm soft flat cushion and yet, a little north of the center, he could feel two pointed nubs.
From behind him, two arms coated in slippery soap reached out to cover palms over his own chest. Thin delicate fingers then started to encircle around the border between his skin and the darker patches that contained his nipples.
Finally, the edge of his ear was grazed by a single hot whisper.
"Himmel, can you tell me which parts are dirty? I'll make sure to clean it all up."
Himmel SAN level: 40%
5:00 PM
"You've been so tense, darling. Let your darling wife give you a foot massage. Hmm? A massage done by stepping on you with my feet, of course. Oh, you don't mind if I don't wear anything besides my pantyhose, do you?"
Himmel SAN level: -20%
9:00 PM
On the bed, two figures were sitting against each other.
One was a man up against the wall that surrounded a side of the bed. The other was an elf leaning against the man's chest. Her spread open legs were held by the man's own by interlocking his legs from within hers.
Himmel leaned her back against his chest. His fingers on one hand reached out to slide over one of her pink areolae, encircling them as she did his earlier in the day. They moved inward, lightly scratching the trembling flesh with their nails yet, when they were about to reach the center, they started to go the other way.
With his other free hand, Himmel was lightly patting the area where a glowing mark was pulsing. The pink light ebbed like a breath matching the rhythm of his tapping. It was actually a good indicator for when Frieren was approaching climax as it started to blink more rapidly.
He could almost feel a faint thumping, as if her womb itself was rumbling in hunger.
Hoping for a chance for release, the bound Frieren continued to twist her hips and writhe into Himmel's chest as she felt pleasure with nowhere else to go. Whenever she tried to use her own arms, he would immediately stop his ministrations to hold them away from her body which only caused even more frustration.
If there was one thing Himmel had learned, it was that offense was the best defense.
It wasn't as if he was doing any better. His penis was so erect it hurt. He did not think it was supposed to grow that big or red. Plus, the heat that radiated from his wife's snatch that hovered above his own felt hotter than any demonic spell. The gentle touch of her dripping fluids caressed him up to his breaking point.
He didn't dare turn to kiss Frieren, or he knew he'd lose all self-control. Maybe, he already had.
"Just one more night, Frieren." He whispered into her soft hair. At first she had shaken and swayed for release, but after twenty minutes of drumming a womb massage, she was visibly trembling. She had long since given up on words and begging.
Now, all she made was an occasional pathetic hot mewl that was closer to a sob.
At the very least, she looked to be tiring out which meant he could finally put this personal hell of a day behind him.
If his past self could see Himmel now, ignoring the crying Frieren, he'd probably kill him. And, at this point, Himmel would have easily accepted with no resistance.
Night 5
"…you did what?"
"I told you. Frieren and I decided to do a tantric Elven sex ritual. She has turned into a ridiculously sexy nymphet, and I may actually die when I have sex with her later from the pure bliss of finally being able to use my hero sword."
There were many signs that allowed Heiter to easily believe Himmel's ridiculous story. He had just arrived when Himmel had invited him to a bar and proceeded to elaborate on the most insane tale Heiter had heard including those from the Confession booth.
The first, and most obvious, was the lack of Frieren. There was simply no way for him to believe that Himmel would not bring Frieren along with him wherever they went without a good reason.
The second was Himmel's sincere exhaustion. Heiter had grown up with Himmel, had seen his childhood friend turn the impossible to the possible, had stood by him when they took down the Demon King. And yet, the Himmel before him was the most haggard and exhausted he had ever seen the young hero.
The third was the clear boner sticking out of Himmel's pants. Now, Heiter knew even after Himmel got married to the girl of his dreams, his friend would still be happy to see him. But that…was a bit too much.
""You think this is bad? This is the best I could do in calming it down with pure will alone." Himmel, noticing Heiter's gaze to the protrusion in his pants, shook his head. "To be honest, seeing your face is the only thing keeping my penis from popping out."
"Well, I'm glad to be of service."
"Heiter, as the best man in my marriage, you're the only priest that I can trust to make sure this sex spell isn't permanent or some sort of curse." Himmel placed his hand on Heiter with what felt like the weight of the world. "As much as I love Frieren. I may actually die from loving Frieren too much. Admittedly, it's the best way to go but I want to live a bit longer before my penis and sanity breaks."
The priest wanted to make a joke, but his best friend had not been this serious even against the Demon King.
"I swear, in the name of the Goddess," agreed Heiter with a solemn nod.
"Thank you, my friend.
As if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders (or maybe that was just Heiter's own), Himmel leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. This was the same smile Heiter recognized he'd previously seen on those he'd bless who knew they were surely about to die.
"…I'm going home."
Heiter could only watch in silence as his friend walked away. There was an eerie lightness in the hero's step, almost like a walking ghost. That of a man with one foot already in his grave.
There was only one thing left for Heiter to do.
He pulled out his bible, opened it up, and took out the bill he stored within. He gestured to the waiter.
"I'd like your strongest drink. Make that, two of it."
It did not take long for Himmel to return to his current residence of stay. It was a small house, closer to a cabin, he had rented a little by the outskirts of the town. Usually, he'd opt for an inn, but he had to stay in the area for around a month so finding this temporary home was better.
With his free hand, Himmel opened the door and stepped into the house. Just by stepping in, he should have had a full view of the small home.
"Should have" but for some reason, the lights were off.
He can barely see anything but with his hero abilities he knew something was moving in front of him. He could make out a mass of pure white, A blanket floated before him, feet protruding from the bottom.
"Himmel?"
"I'm back Frieren."
At his words, the sheet that was wrapped around the elf was dropped to revel her fully naked body. In the full darkness of their home, the steady pink light of her tantric mark illuminated Frieren's whole body. Her legs shone as the glow was reflected by a river of dripping fluids that flowed without pause. Himmel could take in every inch of her flushed skin but the only thing his gaze locked onto was her eyes.
Teary green eyes directed a single emotion.
Pure desire.
Faster than even Himmel could react, a strong wind blew off his clothes along with the door behind him. An audible click echoed informing him the door was now locked.
Now, it was just the two of them.
"Welcome back, my beloved."
Heiter sighed. It had been a few days since he had met up with Himmel and he was starting to actually worry. The last time they spoke, Himmel implied he was going to finish this sex ritual the couple had found.
The priest had assumed his childhood friend would love to brag about it the very next day. It would be also nice to see Frieren again. However, he had seen neither over his stay in this town. He wanted to check on them but, awkwardly enough, he did not know where they lived.
So he was stuck with playing the waiting game. Thankfully, there was a recent issue going around town that he specifically could help with.
Apparently, there were rumors that a certain house recently became haunted. Strange wails and noises were heard coming from the place at almost every hour. The lights were never on, and no one had been seen leaving the home in the past few days.
The oddest part was how none could even approach it. Whenever someone came near to investigate, they felt compelled to turn around and leave. Heiter guessed it was some sort of magic barrier which only raised suspicion.
Being a priest, he had done his fair share of exorcisms, so he was up for the task.
The house was just at the outskirts of the small town. It didn't look run down but, the moment he came within three meters of the property, he could feel magic worming its way into his mind. Most humans would have turned back then and there but, thanks to the blessings of the goddess, Heiter found himself immune and easily made his way to the front door.
From this close, Heiter could definitely hear something was going on inside. Even from the outside, there were a lot of banging noises and strange guttural sounds he'd only heard from demonic beasts.
His hand reached out to test the door and, as he expected, there was an even more complicated magic lock on this. With some difficulty, he was able to brute force his way through the lock.
The doorknob turned and the door gave way.
The first thing that hit him was the smell. A pungent odor sucker punched Heither's senses. It was not one he was familiar with, but it was heavy musty reek that overwhelmed his nose. Just a whiff almost drew up all the alcohol he had drank last night out of his mouth.
He would've fainted if his eyes hadn't immediately stuck onto the scene the light behind him illuminated.
In the center of puddles of unknown fluids, a single elf was bouncing on top of a dehydrated body. Heither would have called it a corpse but there was an intense movement from the hips being ridden that matched the elf's bounces.
The sight was so surreal he didn't even realize he should have known the two in front of him. He had traveled with them for ten years or after all but the image before him was so removed he couldn't link the two together.
"By the Goddess…"
Noticing the new source of light, the naked female turned a glare at him. A disturbing amount of mana began radiating from her, even if her hips did not stop. The center of the mana didn't even try to hide the intent: To remove the interloper so they could continue their actions in peace.
Due to years of fighting demons, Heither instinctually got into a battle pose, his own mana swirling around him. His muscles tensed up as a litany of spells flipped through his mind. It had been a while since he needed to fight this seriously.
He had not felt such mana since the demon king's castle.
Day ?
Frieren woke up with a groan.
The elf sat up and her arms naturally stretched over her head. She was never a morning person, but her head felt unusually light. There was also a soreness that wrapped her body, yet she felt oddly satisfied.
As if a thousand long year hunger she never knew she suffered from had been fed.
"Good morning, Frieren"
"Morning…Himmel?" She turned to her husband. Well, a person that sounded like her husband. The man who sat next to her bedside looked just like Himmel but was oddly withered and lost a lot of weight. "Did I oversleep for a month?"
"No, it's just been a few days."
"Hmm." Frieren lifted the blanket that covered her body. For some reason, she expected to be naked. Under cover, she adjusted her thin clothing to see pure white skin littered with red bruises and bite marks. She ignored those, instead, checking a bare patch of skin where there used to be a glowing pink mark.
Her eyes closed as she concentrated mana, just like she had done for the past five days. For the past few days, the mark had been greedily absorbing what felt like centuries worth of stockpiled mana. It was felt like throwing water into an endless chasm. Whether it was a cup's worth or an ocean's worth, the mysterious patch ate it up.
Bump.
Her eyes shot open.
It was miniscule. A tiny crumb on a clean table. A pebble by the roadside. A single pea under twelve mattresses.
Mana was circulated once more, only much carefully. If Frieren earlier used the subtlety of a waterfall, this time she had the precision of a needle.
The elf mage did not take long to find a tiny part of herself that resisted her own mana.
Bump.
"…ren…Frieren!"
Frieren rapidly blinked. She turned to see Himmel looking down on her. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his eyes bore glowered with unusual intensity. Her eyes strained when they met his.
"Himmel?"
The hand travelled from Frieren's shoulder to her cheek. Himmel's thumb swiped across the area below her eyes like he did when she always woke up, but it felt different. Wet.
It took a moment for the elf to realize he was wiping her tears.
"Is… is everything okay?" Himmel's body was tense, like a coiled-up spring. The muscle in his cheek that held his beauty spot twitched while his jaw clenched up. The usual warmth found within his eyes was replaced by a frantic flame.
The same invincible confidence that faced the Demon King was replaced by a vulnerable nervousness.
It was the second time Frieren had seen such an expression on her husband's face, the other was on the same day he had asked her to be his wife.
Frieren was still getting used to this whole wife thing, but she knew it wasn't right to make her husband needlessly worry. Putting on the gentlest smile she could muster, she placed her hand over his own.
"Yes…everything is okay. No, it's better than okay." Slowly, Frieren took his hand away from her cheek and led it to rest over her stomach. The implication was clear.
"Congratu-", Frieren's words were cut short by an embrace that squeezed all the breath from her body. From her perspective, Himmel's face was hidden but she could feel his shoulders lightly trembling.
Frieren lifted her arms to wrap around his shaking body. She meant for her own hug to be gentle, to reassure him as she always did, but found her hands desperately grasping his back as if her life depended on it.
Even the shoulder Frieren rested on felt soggy against her face. She should've moved away but she instead buried it further into Himmel's shoulder. The floral scent that surrounded him always calmed her down but this time it felt like the opposite.
"Frieren...Thank you."
No…she was supposed to be the one thanking him.
Thank you, Himmel.
The long-lived mage tried to speak but words refused to come out of her mouth. Instead, only a hiccup was made. She, who had lived for millennia, and could speak any spell with ease found her own voice to be useless.
I'm happy I met you, Himmel.
Her thin ears picked up the whisper of sobbing. It was a strangled sound, like an old music box that hadn't been used for years. It made her throat hurt just hearing it.
I love you, Himmel.
Why?
Why couldn't she say what she wanted to?
Himmel pulled back from their hug to face the silent elf. His face was absurdly awful, all scrunched up and wet with fluids. His smile was crooked, born from happiness pushing past extreme fatigue. It was far from the handsome face that the public would know from his statues. One only Frieren would bear witness too.
Without hesitation, once hero leaned forward and took the elf's lips with his own. It was an awkward fumble of mouths with a salty aftertaste. Compared to the steamy smooches of the past few days or even the chaste pecks that littered their post marriage, this one wasn't particularly amazing or romantic.
Yet, everything somehow just clicked when their lips touched.
Oh, that's what it was.
That was what was going on with her. As always, Himmel taught her the best lessons.
That's right, such words did not need to be said. Even if Frieren didn't say anything, there was someone who would still understand her and hear all that was left unsaid.
Frieren accepted the kiss wholeheartedly, putting her soul into the sloppy spectacle. The rampant feelings swirling within her chest swelled up as her hands moved from Himmel's back to run across his silky hair.
When they finally separated, Frieren finally found herself able to pant out a single word.
"H-Himmel…"
Thank you.
I'm happy I met you.
I love you.
She let her moist eyes speak all those and more.
"…do you want to go again?"
"Ehem!" A voice suddenly rang out from across the room. The sudden interruption had Himmel pull away much to Frieren's disappointment. With a pout, the elf turned to the source of the interruption.
A tall figure stood covered in ripped clothes and white wrappings. If there were some things that looked familiar, they were the shape of the glasses which had cracked lenses and the singed bible held in one arm.
Frieren tilted her head.
"Why is Heiter covered in bandages."
Her question seemed to only distress the wrapped priest however before he could say anything Himmel had walked up to Heiter and placed a hand on his shoulder. It clenched down hard.
"No need to worry, Frieren. Heither planned to visit but he apparently had a run in with something terrifying. I was just telling him not to take fights he won't win. Thankfully, it turned out okay!"
Frieren frowned. "That doesn't sound like you, Heiter."
"My bad," mumbled out a voice within the mess of gauze. "Himmel sent me a letter to come over, but something had come up. It was a sight more terrifying than the Demon King, perhaps, even more than Eisen after a shave."
"Oy! Just whose wife are you comparing to a beardless dwarf?!"
Frieren found herself drowning out the two men as they started to squabble over something. Instead, her focus went back to the small bump of mana resistance within her body. Once more, she reached out and found a miniscule pushback, a sign of foreign mana not her own.
No matter how many times she repeated the action, a surge of joy sprung within her soul. It was like finding a grimoire for the first time every time and it never got old.
Ah, hopefully she wouldn't get too addicted to this, but it may have been already too late to say so.
With a soft smile, she rubbed the area.
This time, the words did come out easily.
"Thank you…and Welcome."
AN: CAN YOU BELIEVE I WROTE THIS IN A 24 HOUR MARATHON! WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF!?
Anyways, uhh, this is a thing. Definitely NOT supposed to have reached more than 10K words. Just supposed to be a funny short smut concept of Himmel and Frieren having Polynesian sex, but it turned into this nonsense.
There's actually one more part I did not write. On the last day, you're supposed to stay put for 30 minutes while inside before you're allowed to move. I actually did write the scene, but I felt like if I included that I had to write out the actual sex between them and, I guarantee you, that's another 5K words alone. I also feel there's not too much I can do with it besides a straight up sex scene which I'm never in a mood to write.
There's also no real rule you can't climax but all the, uh, research I did never showed them climaxing, so I did that to add to the tension.
Honestly, it was really, REALLY, hard to characterize this Frieren. This one should be closer to the, uhh, dense, Hero Party Frieren but I gave her like a year to realize her feelings with Himmel, so she has some of canon Frieren whose playful and mostly jovial. So, in a sense, this is closer to an OC than anything, but I really hoped you all still enjoyed it.
"I'm back."
From the open door, a short man wearing a spiked helmet made his way into the home where an assortment of people was already waiting. To be fair, he wasn't really short, Eisen had an average height for a dwarf.
The warrior already knew where he wanted to go as he waddled his way to a man wearing a priest robe. To be clear, he did not care for the man as much as the bundle within the man's hands.
Eisen raised his hands towards the priest. If it wasn't for the beard, one could have mistaken him as a child asking for upsies.
"Oy, priest. It's my turn to hold the baby."
"No way." An immediate reply was given. Heiter shook his head, glasses gleaming. "Your hands are too rough."
"Then, at least put her down here so I can see her."
Grumbling, Heiter leaned down to reveal in his arms a small baby girl with blue hair wrapped in a matching blanket to Eisen's level. What was most prominent were the tiny sharp ears that framed her face.
"Hey there, kiddo." The deep voice of the dwarf got the baby's attention.
Green eyes opened wide to observe the source of the sound only to crinkle in pure happiness. One tiny hand reached out to grab the dwarf's long beard and gave it a hard tug.
"Bwahaha! This one's got a good grip on her," bellowed Eisen, not at all concerned that his facial hair was being used as a tug toy. "This one will grow up to be a great warrior."
"Goddess forbid," muttered Heiter. "You mean, a monk, right?"
Meanwhile, as the two godparents continued their exchange, the actual father looked to be having a nervous breakdown.
"Heiter, what are you doing? That's not the proper way to hold Blumen. No, don't give her to Eisen. No, that's not how I taught you to transfer possession of a child…
No one would have believed this was the same unflappable Hero who always remained calm when he got worried over the littlest things considering his daughter.
Thankfully, the man's wife was there to calm her husband down. A beautiful woman with long flowing silver hair and the same pointed ears as the baby across the room.
"Himmel, would you relax. Your daughter is not made out of glass."
"You're right as always, Frieren but Eisen can crush diamonds with his hands."
Frieren hugged her husband from behind, intent on calming him down. Over the course of the two-year pregnancy, her body made up for what 1000 years in the forest could not. She would now forever hold the image of a young woman in her mid-twenties over that of a blossoming child.
The best part was how much Frieren knew Serie wanted to ask her on the secret of her sudden growth but continued to hold her tongue out of a sense of pride.
Eventually, Himmel did sigh and relaxed into her embrace. She always reminded him to not get too worried about every other thing or else he'd lose his beautiful hair when he grew older. Eventually, a rueful smile emerged as he continued to watch the two older men play with his daughter. "Well, it's not like Blumen has anyone else to play with."
"Then, maybe, we should get started with making her a playmate."
Himmel blinked before his eyes widened at the realization. He turned to his wife. "You mean…"
Most elves usually did not have more than one child. It was hard enough for them to desire creating one, so their bodies weren't used to having multiple. In fact, just by having Blumen, Frieren remarked it would take another five years or so to regain all the mana she had spent for the pregnancy.
"That's right, I found a way that we could give our daughter a sibling."
"Frieren, that's great!"
"Yes but," Frieren's smile dripped with salacious mirth. "It will take much longer."
"You mean…even more than five nights?"
Without further explanation, Frieren held up both of her hands to show all ten of her fingers.
Himmel's face paled, matching the glossy hair of his elf wife. Both Heiter and himself had sworn to take what happened on the final day of the ritual to their graves. It was no exaggeration to say it may have been one of the single most dangerous battle of their lives.
With an expectant smile, Frieren leaned down to give a kiss on the cheek to the quivering Himmel before whispering three words into his ear.
"Good luck, Papa."