Chapter 434: Taking Down The Little Hero

And then it hit her.

"I..I did it!" She burst out, her voice cracking with pure, unadulterated joy. "Sir Luca, I did it! I actually managed to help you out!"

She looked down at her own hands, still slick with saliva, and let out a breathless laugh of disbelief.

"I genuinely, I thought I would mess this up. I thought...I thought matters like this weren’t something I could ever do. That I’d fumble it, or bite you, or—"

She clenched her fists, staring at them as if they belonged to someone else.

"But I actually managed to make you finish!"

Her head snapped back up, eyes shining.

"Who would have thought? Who would have thought I’d be able to do something like that?"

She pressed a hand to her chest, over her hammering heart.

"I’m so happy! I’m so happy that even I can do something as feminine as this!"

Then she looked up and she saw Luca smiling at her.

’Oh no.’

Sigrid’s brain caught up with her mouth approximately three seconds too late.

"N-No! No, no, it’s not what you think! I—"

She looked down, unable to meet his eyes, her voice shrinking to something small and sheepish.

"It’s just that...in the past, whenever I do something that’s a task that’s really hard, I’d get really excited at the end. Like there were these sword forms and techniques I had to really struggle with when I was younger. Weeks and weeks of drilling, and I couldn’t get them right, and then one day it would just click!"

"And the sense of accomplishment would sweep over me so hard I’d spend the rest of the day celebrating and telling my instructors, the other recruits, the quartermaster, the cook..."

She was babbling now, and she knew it, and she couldn’t stop.

"Basically what I’m trying to say is that it became a habit, and—and right now I managed to do the same thing again, and—"

Her face was so red she could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks.

"Please don’t think of me as weird. Or strange. It’s just that I—"

"Sigrid."

"—I know it’s unbecoming for a warrior to—"

"Sigrid."

"—but sometimes even I—"

"SIGIRD."

She finally looked up Luca and to her surprise realized that he wasn’t looking at her in disdain and instead was laughing his heart out.

"There’s nothing weird or strange about that, Sigrid." He said, wiping his eyes. "I actually find it absolutely adorable!"

"Adorable?"

"Adorable." He grinned, and there was a wicked glint in his eye now. "To think that you, the legendary Commander Sigrid, terror of the plains would be celebrating over sucking me off and letting me come in your mouth."

He reached out and pinched her cheek, tugging it like she was a child.

"You’re just so adorable, aren’t you?~"

Sigrid’s face somehow found a new shade of red.

"I-I am not cute. I’m supposed to be a warrior!"

"You’re a warrior and you’re cute. These things are not mutually exclusive."

"Sir Luca—"

He pulled her into a hug.

Just like that. Arms wrapping around her head, holding her like she was something precious and fragile instead of a half-ton of muscle and horseflesh.

"You are cute, Sigrid." He murmured against her skin. "You’re the cutest, most adorable centaur I’ve ever met. I could just pick you up and carry you around wherever I go."

She went rigid.

"...But I suppose that won’t work." He added, laughing. "You’d be the one carrying me, not the other way around."

And Sigrid, despite her own mortification, let out a laugh.

"Hahaha! T-That’s true!"

It escaped her before she could stop it and then her arms came up on their own, closing around his back, and she pulled herself into the embrace properly, holding on.

It was strange. It was so strange.

She had just done something indecent. She could still taste him—that thick, salty warmth lingering at the back of her tongue in a way that refused to fade, no matter how many times she swallowed.

Her top was lying in the grass somewhere behind her. Her bare breasts were pressed against this man’s chest and she hadn’t thought about it even once.

And none of it felt dirty.

She just felt warm.

’When was the last time someone held me like this?’

She wondered, and then something hard pressed insistently against her chest and interrupted the thought.

Sigrid frowned.

’What is...’

She pulled back enough to look down.

And froze.

’What the...??’

Luca cock was standing straight up against the underside of her breasts, rigid and flushed and unmistakably erect, pressing into her with all the cheerful insistence of a soldier presenting himself for inspection.

It had been soft a moment ago. She knew it had been soft; she had felt it slacken under her tongue.

And now it was as if none of that had happened!

"Sir Luca—" Her voice came out as a squeak. "Why—why is it still hard? Isn’t it supposed to go down? Isn’t that how it works?"

Luca looked down at himself as though mildly impressed by his own body, and gave it a few proud strokes.

"Of course it doesn’t go down. My rod isn’t so weak that it dies after a single round." His grin sharpened. "That’s the same rod that’s put a baby in every elf in an entire village. There’s no chance in hell it’s tapping out after one load!"

And Sigrid, found herself nodding along.

’That’s true. That does make sense.’

’If he had managed to fill over fifty of them all by himself, then obviously the weapon had to be a serious one.’

But then, her sense of accomplishment crumbled.

She’d thought she’d slain the dragon.

But it turned out the dragon just got back up, shook itself off, and was now staring her dead in the eye like nothing had happened!

Her jaw tightened.

’No!’

She looked up at Luca, and there was fire in her eyes now, the same fire that had carried her through a hundred battles.

"Sir Luca."

He raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"I’ll suck you off again."

"What?!" He thought he misheard

"I said I’ll suck you off once more." Her voice was loud in the quiet night, fierce and determined. "No matter how many times it stands up, I’ll push it all the way back down. No matter what!"

Luca held up his hands, a slightly awkward expression crossing his face.

"Sigrid, you might not know this, but I’ve lived through days where every elf in the village has sucked me off. All of my wives. One after another, and I still haven’t gone down."

He shook his head.

"It won’t be easy for you."

Which was, objectively, the single worst thing he could have said.

Sigrid’s eyes narrowed into chips of sapphire.

"Then that simply means you weren’t trying hard enough!"

"Sigrid—"

"No, Sir Luca." She shook her head, slow and stern, the way she did when correcting a recruit. "I said I’d help you and I will help you. I’ll bring it down no matter how long it takes!"

Luca stared at her for a long moment. And then, slowly, a grin spread across his face.

"Well." He said. "If you’re going to be like that..."

He stepped forward, pressing the head of his cock against her lips. She flinched, still shy, still new to this and he took the opportunity to rub it slowly across her cheek, smearing a trail of pre-cum along her skin.

"Just so we’re clear." He murmured. "If you’re determined to bring it down, then that means your mouth doesn’t leave my cock all night."

"No breaks..."

"No resting..."

"No ’just a moment, Sir Luca’..."

"You suck. I come. You suck again. I come again. Over and over, until morning."

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"Your mouth won’t leave my cock until the sun comes up. You’ll be on your knees in the grass for hours with your jaw aching and your chin wet, and every time I finish you’ll swallow it down and start over."

"Are you still willing to do that, Sigrid? Are you willing to take that risk?"

Sigrid’s stubbornness wavered.

’The entire night.’ She thought. ’My mouth on him. The whole time.’

It would be the hardest thing she’d ever done. Harder than any sword form.

Her jaw already ached from the first round, and he was asking her to keep going until dawn.

But she was still Sigrid.

She pushed the doubts aside, lifted her chin, and met his eyes with a look that was equal parts shyness and steel.

"I’ll do it."

Her voice was steady.

"The thought of you not being properly satisfied makes me ashamed of not being able to complete my tasks properly. So I’ll make sure to push down your mighty weapon by tonight."

"That’s my promise!"

Luca stared at her in wonder and then, slowly, a look of genuine respect spread across his face.

"I have to give it to you, Sigrid. Your willingness to see this through and the stubbornness you show, when you put your mind to something is truly admirable. I’d give you an applause if it wouldn’t wake the entire village."

Hearing this praise, Sigrid ducked her head, suddenly shy again.

Because there was a small truth in her heart that she didn’t dare speak aloud.

She wanted to suck his cock again!

She wanted it. Not just to prove herself, not just to satisfy her stubborn pride, but because the taste of his semen was still on her tongue and her body was urging her for more.

There was a wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the meadow grass, a heat in her belly that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

She didn’t dare say it out loud. But her body knew.

Luca climbed onto her back, settling himself behind her shoulders. His cock pressed against her spine, hot and hard and impossible to ignore.

Sigrid cleared her throat. "Um. Do you...not want to put some pants on?"

"I can feel it against my back." She added, quieter.

"Is that a bad thing, Sigrid?" His voice was light, teasing. "Am I not supposed to do that?"

"No, no, it’s fine." She shook her head quickly. "It’s just...strange."

She reached for her discarded top, intending to cover herself—but Luca’s hand caught her wrist.

"No, no, no. There’s no need for any of that."

She looked back at him, startled. He grinned.

"Let’s just go like this. One man with his cock out, one centaur with her breasts riding the wind. A beautiful scene, don’t you think?"

He leaned in and kissed her cheek, his hand sliding around to cup her breast. She gasped.

"Don’t worry about anyone seeing you naked. The moment anyone arrives, I’ll cover them just like this."

He squeezed, his fingers sinking into soft flesh.

"And even if they look, they’ll only see my hands. Nothing else."

Sigrid rolled her eyes. But she couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips.

"You’re way to Depraved to be called the Hero, Sir Luca."

"I have to be a Depraved Hero if I’m going to repopulate the entire demi-human continent."

She snorted and started running. But she almost stumbled over when his fingers found her nipples again.

"Sir Luca—" She twisted her head back, glaring. "Stop teasing my nipples. And stop stroking your cock on my back so much! I can’t walk straight!"

"I’m not doing anything."

"You’re absolutely doing something. Ah—wait—where are your hands going now?"

"Nowhere."

"Sir Luca!"

"Just a little further south—"

"Stop! Don’t go there!"

But she was laughing as she said it, and so was he, and the sound of their mingled joy drifted up into the star-scattered sky.

They rode off together into the night, searching for somewhere secret. Some hidden hollow or abandoned den or empty cottage where Sigrid could accomplish her mission.

She hadn’t taken down the mighty Hero.

But she would take down the little Hero.

And that, she decided, would be her victory