"Sorry, I'm late."
"What did you bring?"
“Take a guess.”
With a playful voice, Liber’s hand began kneading her breasts again.
He gently lifted them from below as he caressed, then naturally brought his lips to them.
Tuk, tuk—
The soft smooching sounds made Liliana forget what she was about to scold him for, and she let out a light laugh.
“It’s something the Saintess likes.”
“Hmm... massage oil?”
"Not that."
“Are you wearing a slip with a garter belt, maybe? Or cat ears or something?”
"...I'll consider that next time."
It was obvious he meant ‘not now.’
Liliana tilted her head, slightly confused
“Hmm, then did you bring something like a dildo?”
“Oh, that’s close.”
Liber chuckled softly as he licked a long trail from beneath her breasts up to her nipples.
From the moment her eyes were blindfolded, her nipples had been stiffly erect, now disappearing between his lips.
His tongue gently traced her areolas before scraping the deeply recessed tips with a teasing roughness.
A hot breath escaped from Liliana’s mouth.
"Mm, Liber...."
“Bro doesn’t do things like this for you, does he?”
Slurp, lick—
Liber pulled his lips away from her chest and asked with a mischievous tone.
Why did he keep bringing up Altus?
“It’s no fun with bro, right? Does he still do it in the same position every time?”
"That's not true... ngh."
Since marrying Liber — actually, ever since that day when Liliana had been stuck in the wall — there had been quite a few changes in her nights with Altus, too.
They no longer stuck to just missionary position; things had become more varied.
And it wasn’t only once a day anymore.
Sometimes, after a night spent with Liber, Altus would push her so hard the next day she felt completely exhausted, almost sick.
“He’s really good at this. So gentle, and strong too…”
“Oh? So you like it better with bro?”
“That’s not it… ahh!”
As firm hands grabbed and spread her thighs, Liliana’s body toppled backward.
But what touched her back wasn’t the soft bed sheets.
Beyond the thin fabric, she felt a man’s solid chest pressing against her.
"...Huh?"
She couldn’t understand how this was possible.
Liber was clearly holding her thighs — so how could he be behind her?
“Liber… this position… what exactly is going on?”
Liliana asked, bewildered, but Liber didn’t answer.
Instead, he ran his tongue slowly and teasingly between her spread legs.
"Haa-ngh...!"
With a flustered moan, a large hand appeared from behind and cupped her breast.
Even though Liber’s hand was gripping and spreading her thigh, Liliana didn’t open her mouth to question him.
That was because the man behind her gently turned her head and kissed her deeply.
Wet, squelching sounds echoed above and below.
She twisted her body but couldn’t move — both her upper and lower halves were firmly restrained.
All she could do was surrender completely to the pleasure given by the two men.
"I told you. I brought something like a dildo."
A low, amused chuckle came from between her legs.
Liliana gasped for breath and turned her head.
The hands caressing her breasts, the deep yet courteous kiss — they all belonged to a man she knew very well.
"...Al-Altus?"
"Yes, Saintess."
"Why are you here... heueungg!"
The unexpected conversation with Altus didn't continue.
Liber had started licking her again, this time more persistently than before — his tongue exploring the inner thighs, the wet folds, the swollen clitoris.
"Ah, ahh...!"
Altus, too, busily moved his lips and hands over her breasts.
He roughly kneaded the soft flesh and sucked on the tips until a smacking sound echoed.
The sensation was much like a year ago, though now, instead of her waist pressed against a wall, her body lay on a soft bed.
"Hngg, wait, Liber..."
The wet sheets were clearly felt against her now-sensitive skin.
Liliana tilted her head back and let out a helpless moan.
How the two of them had ended up here together, how he had managed to persuade the stubborn Altus — those questions were pushed aside by the overwhelming pleasure, leaving her unable to raise her head.
"Hnngh... ah!"
The moment Liliana’s back arched, the hands that had been spreading her thighs suddenly flipped her over.
With her arms bound and rendered useless, her cheek and chest were pressed flat into the sheets.
Immediately, a stern voice rang out.
"I told you not to treat the Saintess so carelessly."
“Hm? No, the Saintess actually likes this kind of thing more. Right?”
Liber asked, lightly tapping Liliana’s raised hips. Her body flinched slightly.
“Look, bro. It’s twitching here.”
At those words, the bed shook beneath them.
Was he trying to watch this spectacle together?
A strange flush of shame washed over her, making the slickness between her legs feel even more pronounced.
“Wow, look at how wet you are. Hm? Our Saintess is so filthy in bed, isn’t she?”
"Ah, stop..."
The teasing voice faded as thick fingers plunged deep into her wet folds.
It was sudden but not rough enough to cause pain.
Liber chuckled softly.
“Now, now, Saintess. Whose finger do you think this is?”
"Ah, nngh..."
“If you don’t answer, I’ll keep fingering you all night long.”
The single finger that had slipped out was replaced by two, sliding back inside.
The sensation was intense enough to be distracting, but not quite enough to bring her to climax.
Liliana twisted her body, moaning softly, and finally managed to speak.
"Lib... Liber...?"
“Oh, impressive! You got it right on the first try.”
Liber whistled softly as he withdrew his fingers.
The gentle rustling of fabric hinted he was finally undressing.
With her lower body suddenly feeling bare, Liliana absentmindedly rubbed her thighs together — but the longing didn’t last long.
Thrust!
"Aheung...!"
A sharp flash crossed behind her closed eyelids as a dull ache spread through her abdomen.
With her face buried in the sheets, Liliana drew in a breath.
The thick member slowly withdrew, then slid back in, then paused, having entered but not too deeply.
"Ah, heuug..."
“Now, whose dick do you think this is?”
“I-I don’t know, I d-don’t…”
Since it was one or the other anyway, why keep asking?
Liliana shook her head hard.
All she really wanted was for him to thrust deeply inside her.
“How can you not know? It’s one of the two, isn’t it?”
As Liber finished speaking, the thick shaft started moving again.
But its slow pace only made her more restless.
“Alright, alright. The night is long — we can take our time and enjoy it.”
“Haangh, Li-Liber...?”
Blindfolded and impaled, her guess wasn’t unreasonable.
Every time Liber spoke, the thrusting paused, and since it was their anniversary, it was likely he’d be the one to enter first.
But the answer came hard on her raised buttocks.
Slap!
"Hngh!"
“Disappointing, Saintess. Can’t even recognise bro’s dick?”
The fabric binding her eyes and wrists slipped loose with a soft rustle.
Liliana slowly turned her head, pressing her hands against the sheets.
Altus, who had been gripping her hips, seized the moment, arching his waist back and thrusting deeply.
"Hanngh!"
Her body trembled uncontrollably in the grasp of the large hands.
Before she could fully savour the lingering sensation, Liber grabbed her chin and lifted it up.
"Now, don’t just have all the fun with bro."
A finger slipped between her lips and pushed its way into her mouth.
Liliana gasped, licking his finger with her tongue.
From experience, she knew exactly what he intended to do — and it seemed Altus understood just as well.
“...Do you really have to do that?”
He was speaking to Liber.
Altus had never once dared to have Liliana take him into her mouth.
In truth, Liliana couldn’t understand why Altus, who didn’t hesitate to spank her, thought oral sex was impure and improper.
"Eeung, hngh...!"
“So while you’re enjoying yourself, am I supposed to just sit here and clap along?”
With a sneer, Liber wasted no time and pushed himself into Liliana’s mouth.
His shaft slid in, dripping with precum as it entered her parted lips.
With her hands freed, Liliana gripped his thighs tightly.
Though she’d been through this before, the force of the thrusts from behind made it hard to catch her breath.
“Our Saintess sure loves my cock. Isn’t that right, Saintess?”
"Mm, mmph..."
“She said yes. I’ll handle things on my end — so just do your job and fuck her like the dildo you are.”
At Liber’s teasing gesture, Altus frowned but arched his hips back.
Thwack!
The wet junctions collided with a lascivious sound, and a sharp moan escaped from Liliana’s lips.
"Mm, mmph..."
Fwump, fwump.
With a sudden surge of powerful thrusts, her bare body was violently shaken back and forth.
Her breasts jostled painfully, and the shaft in her mouth plunged deeply at intervals.
"Shit, always with that damn temper."
“...”
“Aren’t you tired? You react like that from just the slightest touch.”
She couldn’t bring herself to say, ‘Then maybe just don’t touch me in the first place?’.
It wasn’t because she didn’t want to, but because, quite literally, her mouth was blocked.
Thankfully, Liber had one hand braced against the shaft, so he didn’t push all the way in.
If not for that, it would’ve been rammed helplessly down her throat.
"Ugh, huuu..."
"You know you’re not allowed to get tired already, right? Your husbands are finally getting along and having their fun, so you’ve got to keep playing for a long time."
A laughter-tinged voice echoed above her head.
Liliana couldn’t believe that her wish for harmony between her husbands was actually unfolding like this.
In her heart, she cried out to Goddess Aurora over and over again.
But her mouth was blocked by a large cock, and Mother gave no response at all.
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