Having finally returned from _______, I find myself collapsed on the bedroom mattress. Mentally exhausted, I need to compose my thoughts to uphold my responsibilities as a Hero. With each day I can feel my resolve wavering with the constant stream of sexual temptations thrown at me on my journey. Over a week of perfect abstinence and the evidence begs for attention in my trousers. Just thinking about it pushes me closer to the edge. Laying carefully with my back against the bed to minimize any friction, I try to get some rest and let my mind wander elsewhere.
Not soon after finding solace in my imagination, I’m pulled back to reality by an incessant noise. Shifting my gaze towards the source of the sound, I find Alice stirring a spoon in her tea cup and sighing exaggeratedly, doing her best to communicate her discontent.
        “Do you need something?”
I ask, trying to mask my frustration.
        “Oh, not at all. Why do you ask?”
Her response makes no effort to hide the sarcasm in her voice. She doesn’t stop making noise with her teaspoon. Her eyes wonder around the room without any focus.
I don’t have to ask to know what she wants, but she knows just as well as I do that I’ve made my decision to uphold my vows. Since I’ve embarked on this journey, my skills have developed, and I’ve made use of them to draw the line with Alice. She claims she’s simply training my endurance, but I know well enough that she’s doing it for her own benefit, my semen to be precise… I don’t feel as though it’s benefitting my resilience at all. Every time she pushes me down, it never takes longer than a minute before I’m pushed over the edge. If there’s ever been a difference in my lasting power then you’d need an hourglass to notice.
Before I realize it, my thoughts are completely entrenched in sex with Alice, and my body responds appropriately. I pull a blanket over my torso and glance towards Alice to see if she noticed. Sure enough, she’s got a stupid smirk plastered on her face. With her level of sense, it would probably be difficult to hide it from her anyways.
Not that she needed them anyways. I must look stupid right now. It’s blazing hot in this bedroom, and here I am pulling a blanket over myself. I pull the sheet back off fully aware I’m not fooling anyone. Embarrassed, I glance in her direction again to gauge her reaction.
        “Wh-why are you in human form?”
I ask with a surprised expression on my face. Without a noise she suddenly appears in such a manner before me. She normally detests leaving her lamia state, I only ever see her like this on the city streets.
        “Just a precaution I suppose, what if an innkeeper suddenly appeared at the door?”
        “… T-true.”
I stammer out a response. My mind wonders why this never occurred to her before, but I don’t press the issue. Shamefully, I relish the times that I see her in human form. In lamia state, she’s certainly still very beautiful, but it’s overshadowed by a strong sense of pride and fearsome strength. However in her human form, the beauty takes precedence and the only thing in front of me is a very beautiful, almost frail looking girl. I’m sure if I ever said that to her she’d kill me, so I try my best to hide it.
… But still, I find myself stealing glances at her figure, sitting idly at the dining table, still stirring that stupid spoon. With her eyes seemingly unfocused and wandering, I take this opportunity to survey her more closely. At first glance, she looks like a human in most every respect, but her side is adorned with elaborate markings that denote her royal status in the monster kingdom. I guess I’m pretty privileged to actually know what they mean. Despite her camouflaged appearance, she’s adorned with the same clothes, designed to tempt and allure men. Keeping that in mind, I know I should be averting my gaze to maintain my pact, but I think I’ve been through enough to at least earn this much. After all, this kind of opportunity doesn’t show up very often.
Like most men, I find my gaze fixating her breasts. Her clothing is anything but inconspicuous. Her top is merely a platter for her large mammaries. If it were even a centimeter lower, her areola would be exposed, at least I’d imagine. That’s all it takes for my mind to revisit the down spiral of suggestive thoughts I was trying to avoid, and with that, my erection returns, throbbing for attention. Hopelessness starts to set in. If this is all it takes to bring me to arousal then I won’t last a second in my next encounter. As much as I hate to say it, Alice was right. I can’t go to battle and expect to hold out like this.
Despite that, I can’t bring myself to admit this to Alice, especially after the fiasco last time we went through this.  It’s only been a couple days since the incident, I’d look pathetic If I admitted defeat so soon. I never even realized I could reach this level of sensitivity. Even the slightest friction is enough to push me over the edge, but I’ve got to hold out. It’s obvious that Alice wants it too, she might lose patience and make the move first.
And so time continues to pass. Each moment feels like an eternity, but I know if I can wait long enough I can win this. Alice has been with me all the time, it’s been days since she’s had semen, she must be feeling something, but despite this she continues to sit at the dining table, waiting for a meal that isn’t coming.
        “Haaaah….”
Alice breaks the silence, letting out a long yawn, stretching her arms above her head. Finishing her yawn, she reaches her arms behind her back, unclipping her top. Her breasts spill out of the top with a light bounce as the clothing article drops to the floor.
        “Wh-what are you doing?!”
        “It’s hot in here! I just wanted to let some air out.”
I desperately avert my eyes. She continues about her meaningless fiddling as if nothing of it, with her eyes maintaining the same unfocused expression.
It doesn’t take long before my eyes shift back towards Alice. At this point it’s impossible to hide my curiosity. Alice, keeping her neutral visage, has her elbows resting on the tabletop, with the prize hanging down from her chest. At the focal point, her perfect pink nipples are exposed. At the very center, her tips are hidden within the areola, revealing only a slit in its place. If there were any subtlety in my gaze before this point, it’s gone now. My eyes are glued to her figure.
Unconsciously reaching a compromise, I take the stealth approach. Hiding myself under the blanket, my hand ventures south, arriving at my throbbing penis. Upon contact, I’m immediately rewarded with a shuddering pleasure sending chills through my spine. I keep my eyes fixated on her to make sure she’s not looking, continuing my shameful act. As she continues to mindlessly stir her spoon, her breasts sway with it, entrancing my gaze like a magnet. After only a handful of strokes to the end of my shaft, I’m already reaching climax, ready to shoot my longing under the covers, stalling my war of abstinence against Alice. My face makes a stupid expression as I approach the edge. I let out a heavy breath.
Clang! With that, Alice launches from her seat, abruptly snatching my arms, pinning them against the end of the bed, denying my climax.
        “Wh-what-!”
        “Hora hora, what do we have here~!”
Alice says in a playful manner. Her eyes fixated on my twitching erection.
        “What would Ilias think if she saw you right now, hmmm?”
I have nothing to say in my defense. Shamed at being caught in my act, I say nothing in response. My vision is completely obscured by her breasts dangling in front of me.
        “I suppose it can’t be helped, I’ll have to take care of this little guy for you.”
She leans back, bringing her mouth closer to my penis. She opens her mouth wide, my penis twitches violently in anticipation. She sticks her tongue out just an inch before my sensitive glans, and retracts it immediately.
        “Phew.”
She brings her lips together and blows wind on my shaft.
        “Hnnngh…”
A drop of precum drips from the tip of my penis. Denied the pleasure of her tongue, my penis continues to twitch with anticipation.
        “… Although I can’t do that, after all, you’re a Hero of Ilias, and it would be a sin.”
Tears form at the edges of my eyes. I’ve never felt a need so powerful in my entire life. My penis, now glazed with precum, stands unattended in the open air, feeling a cool breeze from the open window.
        “… P-please….”
        “What was that? I can’t hear you.”
        “Please… Please do it…”
My dignity has resigned, I want nothing more than to feel her rough tongue against my glans, that’s the only thought in my mind.
        “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean, what exactly do you want me to do?”
        “I… I want…”
        “Yes?”
        “Please suck my penis!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, her mouth encloses on my manhood. Greeted by a powerful suction and a rough tongue against my shaft, I instantly give in to the pleasure, filling her mouth with my semen. My hips thrust forward from the powerful sensation of pleasure coursing through my body. Still latched onto my penis, her tongue skillfully traces every inch to recover every drop of semen. She swallows with a greedy expression on her face.
Her eyes return to my penis, still fully erect. My breathing is labored, covered in sweat, I still feel the urge, almost painful, begging for her touch. As she continues to savor the spoils of my last ejaculation, I run low on patience. Sitting upward, I grab her breast with both of my hands.
        “Ahn!”
She makes a playful moan, teasing my desperate behavior. Squeezing her large breast at the base with both hands, I close my mouth on her nipple. I suck hard around her areola, exposing her tip previously hidden inside. I run my tongue around it. Alice cocks her head backward, showing a hint of surprise.
I expected resistance, as she usually takes control, but she yields to my tongue, allowing me to nurse on her supple breast. My cock continues to twitch happily between my legs. Alice, taking notice of my pleading member, runs the palm of her hand against my lubricated shaft. As her finger runs against the tip, she firmly grasps her hand around my entire penis, and starts furiously pumping my shaft. My hands continue to greedily explore her luscious tits, I’m brought to the edge yet again. Pausing to shudder violently, I shoot another load into her hand.
She releases her grasp. Bringing her hands together to cup the semen from my last ejaculation, she drinks my fluids. I patiently watch her as she licks her palms for a short while. Reaching my hands for her hips, I unclip her skirt. Alice, still fully occupied cleaning her hands of my seed, doesn’t appear to take much notice. Demanding her attention, I push her down so that her back is resting on the bed. Once again expecting resistance or a sly remark, she instead submits her arms behind her head, baring herself before me with a smile on her face.
I realize after pushing her down that my penis is no longer erect, having been milked two times in quick succession. Instead, I guide my head down toward her hips. Using my thumbs, I spread open her vagina, exposing her light pink bud.
        “Wha- what are you-?”
Ignoring her protests, I press my face against her crotch, guiding my tongue into her sticky crevice.
        “Ah… oh…”
With a moan, her body reacts, her hips thrust further into my face, begging for harder stimulation. Responding to her desire, I move my tongue more violently, dipping further into her slit. Clearly very much into it, she gyrates her hips, making sure every inch of stimulated. A couple minutes in, she nears he limit. With a powerful urge for even stronger stimulation, she grabs my head with both hands, making sure my mouth doesn’t leave her tight lips. In response, I suck as hard as I can on the hood of her labia. Bringing her clitoris to my tongue, I send her over the edge. Her arms release from my head. Supporting herself with her elbows, she arches backward, prostrated before me, feeling the full force of her orgasm. Unlike my male climax, her entire body convulses in response to the pleasure she feels. After five or so seconds, she shifts her arms back to her sides, collapsing onto the bed.
By this time, I’ve fully regained my vigor. My penis aches from the repeated stimulation in such a short period of time, but I don’t care. There’s only one thing I want right now, and it’s sitting right in front of my eyes, resting between her plump thighs. Her bud, fully bloomed and glistening with her juices, calls for my manhood. Without thinking, I mount myself on top of her, displaying my rod in front of her eyes. Still panting lightly, her gaze starts to drift absent mindedly. Looking into her face, I’m surprised. She looks genuinely exhausted, but right now I don’t care. Without hesitating any longer, I guide my penis with my hand while supporting myself with the other.
After two consecutive ejaculations, my penis is more sensitive than I anticipated. As my tip parts her muffin, a powerful unbearable sensation of tickling pleasure causes my arms to buckle, causing me to fall on top of Alice. For a moment, I just rest on top of her warm body. Instead of pushing myself back up, I wrap my arms around her body, seeking her warmth even further. With that last gesture, I start thrusting into her. Her insides coil around my dick, tightening and massaging every part of it. Having already climaxed a couple times, I go for a few minutes before I reach yet another ejaculation. With a final thrust, I push into her so that her opening touches the base of my hips. I pour into her with surprising volume. Her body reacts with a jolt. Mentally and physically drained, I fall to her side, still hugging her body, savoring the warmth of her body. Without even enough energy to stay conscious, I drift into a deep sleep.
As my consciousness returns, I survey my surroundings. Looking at the bed I slept in, I see evidence of last night coating the sheets. My memory floods back into my brain. My face turns violet at the thought of what I did to Alice last night. The entire experience felt like a dream, surreal in every way from her actions to my own.
        “Rise and shine.”
Alice reminds me of her presence, still sitting at the dining table. Embarrassed and almost fearful of her reaction to last night’s events, I respond without meeting her gaze.
        “Y-yeah…”
Glancing in her direction, I find her sifting through the cabinets with a delighted expression on her face.