Chapter 24 – Marian Has Become Fond of Carriages
“I will enter the church sometime today. You’ve worked hard, gentlemen.”
Genoa said that with a serious expression in front of the paladins.
Thanks to her, the knights who slept soundly the night before were also in a good mood.
The paladins, who would normally have secretly frowned at their obvious words, were replying vigorously to Genoa’s words.
‘Crazy, why are you holding on to the weight casually?’
However, the saintess, who knew Genoa’s actions the day before, couldn’t look nice.
After doing such a thing with a hero in the stable like a beast, Genoa’s appearance of ignoring her was just disgusting.
“What are you looking at?”
“Kyaa!”
Marian screamed involuntarily at the voice of the warrior behind her.
No wonder the eyes of those who were preparing for her departure were drawn to her.
“What? Why do you look at people like that?”
‘A beast, a young beast talking to me?!’
Despite the hero’s question, the saintess, confused in her head, could not give a proper answer.
In fact, making eye contact with the hero was an embarrassment to Marianne.
For some reason, when she saw his face, it was because the amazing scene she had witnessed the night before played over and over again in her head.
“Oh, nothing.”
The saintess said her words to her warrior and then went into her own carriage as if to run away.
Some paladins looked worried at the saintess’ unusual behavior, but the hero only smiled strangely at the saintess.
**
‘Ha… Driving me crazy.’
Shortly after the wagon departs.
Saint Marian frowned at her perplexed expression.
For some reason, the scene from the previous night was not erased from my mind.
Moreover, it was Marianne who felt the strange shaking of the wagon rather irritating.
Unlike the village of Kalian Village, she arrived near the ecliptic, so the road was covered with stones of a certain size.
Running on the unpaved road made the shaking worse, but the vibration of the carriage shaking at regular intervals was strangely stimulating the saintess’ genitals.
“Huh…”
The saintess felt the vibration of her evenly hitting her buttocks, and she let out a strange moan without realizing it.
Then she was started by the sound she made.
‘Mmm, that’s crazy. What are you feeling right now?’
Marian slapped her own cheeks with both hands, her fresh red face.
No matter how much she thought about it, it was clear that witnessing the scene yesterday had poisoned her.
But was it a mistake for her to slap her?
Marian naturally recalled the palm of the warrior who had slapped her genoa on the butt.
And the expression of Genoa, who was smiling happily with her perverted face every time she hit her ass with the palm of her hand.
Flinch.
Marian felt her body react, involuntarily.
Marian’s vagina was soaking wet from the continuous vibration of the carriage.
‘This, this… Okay. It’s just the wagon’s vibration.’
Marianne tried to justify her self, and she slowly grabbed the chair in her wagon with her hand.
She then began to press her hips harder and harder into the carriage seat.
Rumble, rumble.
Every time her carriage rocked, the jolt of her lower body made Marianne feel her strangeness again.
“Huh… Haha.”
‘Really, it’s just a wagon vibration. It’s not like masturbating.’
Marianne let out her grotesque sounds and continued to press her cunt against the carriage seat.
In Marianne’s head her, feeling her vibrations her, the scene of Genoa moaning as she was stabbed by her warrior was playing over and over again.
She was Marian trying to force her cunt into the carriage chair somehow, but the human body had its limits.
Marianne was so excited that her chair was wet, but she was feeling a bit of regret.
Something, a stronger stimulus was needed.
‘Ah… Uh, what should I do…’
Marianne felt a strong thirst and looked around the inside of her carriage.
But she wasn’t a brothel on Raksha Street, and she couldn’t have anything to quench her thirst in her in the saintess’ carriage.
Something came into Marianne’s eyes her, who were feeling so thirsty.
A court with the symbol of Guyanese religion on a smooth white metal rod.
It was the mark of a saint, but the law, which had no specific use, was finally useful.
Marian lifted her own scepter as if possessed by her and placed it vertically on the chair of her chariot.
However, since the width of the carriage was not that wide, the magistrate could not lie straight on the chair and stood at an angle with a slight stretch.
‘Sah, doesn’t it matter?’
Things didn’t work out the way she thought, but Marianne thought it was better.
Marianne looked at the courtier standing at an angle, and she climbed onto it very carefully.
She would have been frightened by successive saints if they knew, but Marianne, who already felt her thirst for pleasure, did not hesitate.
The appearance of Marian, who was standing on top of a courtroom standing at an angle with a perfectly fine chair, was like a witch riding a broomstick that only appears in children’s fairy tales.
‘This is just because my back hurts.’
Marian pressed her cunt against the smooth surface of her court, making her lame excuses to herself.
Her panties her, already wet from milk, began to press against the surface of the court.
“Ha,haha…”
Rumble, rumble.
Of course, the wagon continued to shake, and the priest transmitted the vibration to Marianne’s vagina her.
Marian slowly began to add more of her own weight to her court her, twitching at the thrill of her unexpected pleasure her.
Her thick labia her, which had been retracted as if defending against an external enemy, opened, and the surface of her scepter touched the inner flesh of her Marian her.
No, to be precise, there was a thin piece of cloth left between them, but that was no obstacle.
“Huh… Hit… Haaa…”
Marianne left her body to the vibrations of her carriage and she began to focus on the pleasure rising from her lower body to her.
Rumble, rumble.
Every time her carriage rocked, her strong stimulation rushed against Marianne’s clitoris in her.
‘Ahh… I love it, what should I do?’
Even Marianne herself knew that her actions were quite lascivious and that she was wrong as a saint, but she could not undo the situation.
Marian was awakened by her pleasure her, and, as humans always do, her greed she knew no bounds.
At that time, Marianne’s waist her, which had been dependent only on the vibration of her carriage her, began to move little by little.
Marian began swaying her back and forth slightly, as if on her court her.
As she moved her waist like that, more pleasure and stimulation came to her.
“Huh!!”
Swish – Swish -.
There was quite a bit of time left for the carriage to reach the ecliptic.
Marianne’s first movements of hers were quite clumsy, but as time passed, her waist her was making rhythmic movements.
“Haha… Haaang!”
Forgetting that she was screaming herself, Marian concentrated on shaking her hips.
Fortunately, her chariot was pretty well insulated, and outside of her was noisy with the sound of her chariot running.
You would n’t hear Marianne’s strange groans unless someone ran close to her carriage.
Marian rode her court as she rode her horse, and she recalled the previous night’s affair with her champion and Genoa.
Maybe, she is also making a happy expression like Genoa now?
Marian was very curious about her own face her now, but for now she was just focusing on her pleasure her.
**
‘Was the stimulation too strong?’
I judged that by seeing Marian consciously avoiding me.
It seemed like it would take quite a while to corrupt her, judging from her frightened, Marianne’s reaction to her as she looked at me with her fearful eyes of her.
Since she was a saint from the brothel Raksha, Marian was more sexually conservative than anyone else.
Even though her crown prince her, or Aaron, who became her emperor her, seduced her to give her her Guyanese religion, she was not swayed in the end.
Of course, later, for political purposes, the two of them swallowed Guyanaism together, but at least as far as I know, Marianne was never a slut.
‘Still, her butt her is cracked.’
It was true, of course, that Marianne had spanked her on her first date her with me.
But it was clear that if I had tried to do anything to her at that moment, her Marianne her would have been her dragon accident her Nabal her and would have run away from her.
That was her thing, her thing. I’m pretty sure I’ve stuck with her for almost a decade.
Unlike Genoa, which she fell more easily than she thought, it might take a lot of effort to corrupt her Marian her.
But there was no problem.
As I said, she will have to travel the continent with her for the next dozen or so years.
‘Of course, I don’t intend to make it that long this time.’
Anyway, I decided to slowly attack her Marian her and focused on going to her ecliptic her.
It was because there were so many people to meet when they arrived at the ecliptic, no, there were so many fucking things.
At that moment, while thinking over and over how to get revenge on someone, Talion, who was originally Genoa’s horse, began to show strange behavior.
‘What? What’s wrong with this bastard all of a sudden?’
The guy who had been following my words all along started approaching the saintess’s carriage on his own accord.
I grabbed the horse’s reins and tried to control it, but Talion didn’t listen to me, as if he had suddenly gone insane.
“Hahm… Haaaaang!”
Just as I was about to bring Talion back to life by breathing it out, I pricked up my ears at the strange sound coming from inside the carriage.
