・・・・・
"Huff, huffff... ha-euug!"
The two men lunged again at the exhausted saintess.
Each took one of her breasts, licking or sucking with their tongues, while their fingers slipped into her parted folds or swiftly rubbed her swollen clitoris.
Her briefly freed vision had long since been obscured again.
She couldn’t tell whose hands or whose lips they were.
Or rather, did it even matter who was who?
After all, they were all doing the same, touching her and stirring below.
“You rested quite a bit, didn’t you? Seems like it’s been about five minutes.”
Only after hearing the voice to her right did Liliana realise that it was Liber beside her.
But that, too, would soon become meaningless — because now one of the two would take the position below.
“Huu, just a little, just a little more rest...”
“Again? You just had a break.”
Liber scolded her like a child throwing a tantrum.
But from Liliana’s point of view, the reaction was utterly unfair.
The “rest” had lasted only a few minutes, and even then, she hadn’t been able to properly relax, with her breasts and intimate areas constantly being fondled.
"Ngh, Altus..."
Liliana turned her head toward Altus, who was still sucking on her breast.
But even Altus, whom she had trusted...
“It’s all right, Saintess. If you just stay still, we’ll take good care of you.”
…was spouting the same empty words.
Meanwhile, Liber buried his face between her thighs once more.
As he extended his long tongue, her half-limp body trembled again.
"Ah, aheug...!"
“Now then, Saintess. Who do you think it is this time?”
Liber chuckled as he drove his member deep inside.
It seemed he’d given up even pretending to hold back.
Whether she guessed right or wrong didn’t matter — he thrust just the same.
"Li… ber... heuaang!"
“Oh, you got it right again? How amazing, our Saintess.”
Her legs spread to their fullest, and the thick length was driven in once more.
With a gasp, her thighs trembled uncontrollably.
Altus quickly pressed his lips to hers and kneaded her breasts.
Her sharp moan was swallowed by his lips, but that didn’t mean the waves of pleasure subsided.
"Ahh...!"
As the cycles of foreplay and penetration repeated again and again, the intervals between her climaxes were growing shorter.
The freshly laundered sheets had long since been soaked, as if veined with spilled fluids, and her pussy — used over and over by thick cocks — gaped and twitched even when nothing was inside.
Exhausted and limp, her body barely had the strength to move a finger. She simply swayed in response to the two as they pushed and pulled her.
“Come on, bro, stop playing coy and just thrust. The Saintess will like it too.”
"...Mother is watching."
"Ha... forget it."
Liber muttered as if annoyed and resumed thrusting.
Altus, as if fulfilling his duty, bent down again and started sucking her breasts.
It was then.
"Aheug, it hurts..."
At the faint voice escaping her lips, the two immediately stopped what they were doing.
Worried questions burst out simultaneously.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Are you okay, Saintess?"
“Here, it’s too chafted...”
Their relentless sucking had left her nipples feeling swollen and puffy.
They were starting to sting, but when Altus sucked harder, a sharp, shooting pain suddenly flared up.
“This side’s okay, right?”
Realising it wasn’t his side, Liber slowly started moving his hips again.
The semen that had filled her up poured out once more in a sudden rush.
"...I'll stop here."
That was when Altus spoke up.
Ignoring his still-hard member, he pulled away from Liliana.
Liber frowned.
“What? You’re going to stop? Just don’t touch the sore spots.”
“You must be exhausted.”
After saying that, Altus brushed the hair sticking to Liliana’s forehead away and kissed her there.
But just as he was about to get up and dress, Liliana’s hand grasped his wrist.
"...Altus."
In truth, she really could barely move a finger.
Her throat, which had been screaming, was half hoarse, and her whole body felt as heavy as waterlogged cotton.
She didn’t even have the strength to hold and move his cock with her hand.
But since Liber wasn’t finished yet anyway, being exhausted didn’t make much difference.
The Saintess had to be fair to both husbands, and now that he had entered the bedroom, she couldn’t leave either of them alone.
"It's okay. Come here."
Altus, hesitating for a moment, kissed her again.
Liber muttered to himself, wondering why Altus was being so coy, then resumed moving his hips.
"Ah, hnng..."
The once vigorous thrusts softened noticeably.
Altus briefly parted his lips to look at her, then lifted his body once more.
Straddling Liliana, Altus grabbed both of her breasts and slid his cock between them.
He kept his fingers spread wide, careful not to touch any sore spots.
The damp, rigid shaft began to slowly glide back and forth between the supple curves of her breasts.
"...Isn't that even more obscene?"
Liber muttered in disbelief as he watched Altus’s actions.
Liliana removed her blindfold and clasped Altus’s hands over hers.
Altus smiled at her, but when she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, he froze in place.
Lick, lick.
Liliana ran her tongue over the thick head of his cock nestled between her breasts a few times.
A low moan escaped from Altus’s lips.
"Ah, Saintess..."
Though he had said he wouldn’t dare put such a thing in her mouth, Altus only watched, entranced, as she took him in, without pulling away.
Or perhaps he simply couldn’t.
‘…You’re really feeling it.’
Usually so strict and serious, Altus looked unexpectedly cute struggling awkwardly after just having his cock licked.
Liliana, panting with pleasure, diligently licked and sucked him.
Liber muttered softly to himself.
“Ah, I don’t want to cum looking at your back, bro.”
Fwump, fwump.
Despite his words, the rough motions didn’t stop.
Liliana’s body shook up and down, Altus’s member rubbing against her breasts and lips.
Altus was the first to ejaculate.
"Ugh..."
With a short moan, semen shot out from his fully erect shaft.
Even then, he avoided spraying it into her mouth or on her body; at the moment of release, he pulled his hips back and caught the semen in his palm.
As he got up and moved aside, Liber, as if waiting, began thrusting forcefully.
"Ah, hnng, heunngh...!"
As she let out a hoarse moan, Altus, having just climaxed, kissed her face and neck, fueling her lingering pleasure.
Her lower belly clenched tightly with yet another orgasm — she’d lost count of how many — and in sync with that, Liber released again inside her, filling an already overflowing space with more of his seed.
Liliana passed out just like that.
She truly couldn’t move a single finger.
・・・・・
The next morning, Liliana lay in bed, unable to get up, groaning in pain.
She had a fever, her whole body felt heavy, and her throat was hoarse, making her voice barely audible.
Her thighs, waist, and lower abdomen ached painfully even with the slightest movement, and her nipples, raw and chafed from contact with tongue and lips, burned even when the blanket brushed over them.
As for her nether regions, which had been drenched countless times in semen, they were beyond description.
The two men responsible for all this stood awkwardly, bowing their heads in apology, unsure of what to do.
"It’s my fault. Saintess, I should have stopped it..."
"No, it’s mine. I was the one who encouraged it. I never imagined it would end like this..."
Despite feeling utterly exhausted, it was heartening to see them not blaming each other but taking responsibility themselves.
Liliana took a few sips of water from Altus and shook her head.
"No, it was fun. When did you two become so close?"
At her question, Altus and Liber glanced at each other.
When their eyes met, they quickly looked away in embarrassment. Liliana smiled softly.
"Oh, by the way, there’s something I want to tell you both. I was going to talk about it this afternoon, but I feel like I might fall asleep again."
"...What is it?"
Liber asked.
There was an inexplicable tension in his voice, but Liliana didn’t notice it because she was busy yawning.
"Well, there’s going to be a wedding next month. For Grand Duke of Ragarta's heir — have you heard of him?"
“...”
“...”
The two men fell silent as if by unspoken agreement.
Liliana tilted her head in confusion.
"You don’t know the Grand Duke’s heir? Emilio Ragarta. I heard he’s a distant relative of Liber."
"Ah... I know him."
"Most of the preparations are handled by the Grand Duke’s family, but still, I thought you two might..."
"...Must you really do that?"
It was Altus who suddenly spoke up.
Liliana blinked in surprise and then smiled softly.
"Altus, premarital pregnancy isn’t a sin."
“...Pardon?”
"Well, since I’m the saintess, premarital relations are forbidden, but that doesn’t apply to them. So don’t be so strict about it.”
Premarital pregnancy? Those people?
The two men looked utterly confused by her words.
Liliana, as if her mouth had gone dry, took another few sips of water.
“They’re both just twenty, but they’ve been together since their academy days. They were planning to get engaged, but now that she’s pregnant, they’re moving up the wedding.”
“...”
The two flustered men struggled to find words, their mouths opening and closing.
They had completely forgotten...
It wasn’t only the Saintess who held weddings at the Grand Temple.
Royalty and high-ranking nobles, and even devout commoners in rare cases, were entitled to it as well.
"...Does it bother you?"
Liliana asked, noticing their stunned expressions.
She weakly reached out and held both of their hands.
"There’s no need to feel discouraged. It’s naturally difficult for a Saintess to conceive."
If a saintess couldn’t become pregnant, it was considered the husband’s fault.
Of course, no one openly blamed them, but among past saintesses’ husbands, there were cases where the pressure caused erectile dysfunction.
So it was only natural that Liliana hesitated to tell her two husbands about the premarital pregnancy of a young couple barely twenty years old.
She truly cared for both of them.
“Whether a child comes or not, it’s all according to Mother’s will. So don’t let it discourage you."
"Ah, um... yes. Thank you."
"...I will keep that in mind, Saintess."
The two men nodded and exchanged glances.
Having said all she wanted, Liliana lay back down.
"By the way, I never expected something like this. It probably won’t be something we can do often."
"Then, how about doing this every anniversary? In the Saintess’s room, I mean."
“That sounds good too. I think it would be hard on the body if it’s too frequent.”
The Saintess, unaware of anything, seemed weary and soon drifted back to sleep.
The two of them covered Liliana with a blanket and straightened the sheets.
Neither said a word, but some things didn’t need words to be understood—
Like a small secret that the two would share for the rest of their lives.
・・・・・
It was a wedding in the height of autumn.
Glittering golden dust mingled with fluttering orange maple leaves, beautifully adorning the white marble and holy font.
The young couple, their faces flushed, barely managed to hide their excitement as they stood before the saintess.
Liliana smiled kindly, blessing them — and the child who had come early.
"...The groom is handsome."
Altus, who was clapping for the couple, muttered this quietly.
Liber nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, he was famous even at the academy."
"Looks like he’s got a thick head of hair, too."
"Right? Even the previous Grand Duke doesn’t seem to have hair loss. For someone his age, that’s pretty impressive..."
"...Achoo!"
At that moment, the groom let out a loud sneeze.
A few people laughed, and Altus clicked his tongue lightly.
"Oh dear, looks like his rhinitis is still acting up."
"He just needs to take medicine and manage it, no big deal."
"Yes. That's right. We should send him some good medicine."
"Good idea."
As Altus and Liber cheered for the couple’s happiness and the Grand Duke’s heir’s rhinitis recovery, Liliana, having finished the consecration, returned to them.
She had seemed fine when she was on the altar, but somehow her complexion now looked unwell.
"...What's wrong, Saintess?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"Hmm, I’m okay. It’s just... my stomach feels a little off."
"Your stomach?"
Liliana gave a gentle smile to her two husbands, assuring them she was fine.
The scent of incense made her feel a bit nauseous, but it wasn’t enough to interfere with the ceremony.
“I’m feeling a bit better now that I’m here. It should be wrapping up soon...”
Unconsciously, Liliana’s gaze, which had been resting on the bride and groom, shifted to the statue of the goddess on the altar — sparkling in the sunlight...
‘It shone just like that day, too…’
"Saintess?"
"Ah… yes."
Startled, Liliana turned her head sharply.
Though she hadn’t been running, her cheeks flushed, and her heart pounded.
Without realising it, she placed a hand on her flat lower abdomen.
Come to think of it, when was her last period?
“Whether a child comes or not, it’s all according to Mother’s will."
The words she had spoken herself echoed in her mind.
Along with that realisation, a deep joy welled up within her.
It was not a guess, but a certainty.
A certainty that only the daughter closest to Goddess Aurora could feel.
Liliana lifted her head and looked at her husbands, who were watching her with puzzled expressions.
She wanted to share the happy news immediately, but today was a day for the young couple.
"I have something to tell you both after the wedding."
Though she tried to restrain herself, her voice betrayed her excitement.
Liliana smiled brightly at the two men.
The abundant autumn sunlight settled upon them.
<The End>
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