The Goddess' Champion

"Hmn."

Zamira stirred awake only to regard the vast ceiling above, shining dots portrayed in it like stars of an artificial night, all she could recall was a faint numbness and pain all over her body.

"You're awake."

Her master's words made her eyelids flutter open.

"Master..."

"You passed out after fighting for so long... I assume."

Constantine said with a weird gaze, that was the normal conclusion, not the logical one.

He had taken her to the hotel where they still had several days to spare and didn't bother going to check up on Andre and his family's progress, it had already been night and Zamira had worked quite hard in her performance.

...

"Hmn, I'm so tired..." Zamira exclaimed, groaning a little only to notice that she was resting on the bed with her head on his legs against a pillow.

'It feels so comfy...' She thought and failed to recall the earlier memories, they were faint but progressively clearing themselves to the view.

"Something is wrong with your body, Zamira... you had claws." Constantine didn't evade the subject and upon his words, a big chunk of her memories gained light, she recalled how she had moved, it was mostly instinctive yet the feeling of power and fun could still be felt, tingling across her body overshadowed by the numbness.

"I don't know... I had never seen that before."

"You never had to fight with your hands before?" If she had done so, this same incident should be mere repetition.

"I always used a sword because it is better to use a weapon, right? but even the times I used my hands, this never happened." She scratched her head in apparent awkwardness, her experience with the sword wasn't that great.

...

'If she has some power that she's not aware of, it is better that she learns how to control it quickly.' He thought.

[Perhaps that charge that I told you before is the key, though she's not emitting it now] Zebellia deduced.

'Can you feel anything else?'

[Not right now... there is something odd happening with this girl, prior I could feel so much energy, but right now it is as if she's nothing more than a mere human... couldn't be any more common... it is as if something is hiding her prowess as for what made it come out, it could be either her feelings for you or that sword, I'd bet on the former... what a poor girl] Zebellia's sigh resonated in his mind, she was somehow disappointed with Zamira.

...

"Did you feel this thrilled each time you fought?" He was trying to deduce what was it that caused this effect to replicate it, it would do wonders to her prowess.

"Eh? d-depends, I don't care most times but, when there is a compelling rival, I want to fight him or her indeed!" It was as if a fire lit up in her again, soon to be swayed by the waves of numbness coming to her body, she could move but not much.

"Who taught you to use the sword? was it Seledus?"

"No one... I learned on my own fighting other mercenaries and beasts... Seledus only gave me the sword."

"..."

"But if that's not enough-" She began, thinking that she had failed the test with dejection.

"That's not the problem, you did wonderfully... anyway, we can see how things go as we move, you can keep sleeping it is still early in the night." He caressed her long purple hair and convinced her to keep sleeping.

"What about Andre and his family?" She relished on those caresses.

"We can go tomorrow, there is no rush."

[Why are you so good to her?]

'Am I? I think I'm just nice to women in general.'

[Really? you behave like shit with me.]

'Well you just so happen to be a horse, so...'

[Is that racism?]

'No comment.'

[Then perhaps I should show you my humanoid form...]

'Do it!'

[No comment.]

'...'

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"Are you sure you don't want to lay down?" Zamira couldn't sleep even after laying down for several minutes, she didn't think their current position was fair, moreover... he fought a lot too against those cultists, shouldn't he be laying down too?

"I am okay, moreover... those bastards could come for us now, someone has to guard."

After some brief considerations and a mild blush that confused Constantine, Zamira spoke again.

"Then...we can both remain awake,  d-don't you want to check if my chest is okay?" With a stuttery voice yet lacking any shame, she uttered her request.

"Is it hurting?" He smirked and pressed his hand softly on the top of her chest.

"A little...?" The woman evaded his gaze yet again.

"Are you lying to me, Zamira?~"

"Master I'm not!"

'It doesn't hurt enough for you to bother checking, but... I want you to check.' She bit her lips and continued.

"It is just... it feels weird not to have the plates... it feels free, but, also uncomfortable since I am not used to it, perhaps... a massage could help me."

"So, you want me to massage your breasts?"

"If the master is okay with it, if not..." She moved her hands upward, swallowing a mouthful and then, squeezed her chest softly, pressing it forward.

"I w-will do it myself..." She squeezed tentatively, expecting him to reject that notion, but instead, Constantine smirked and leaned back as if to prepare for a show.

"Ho?~ then how about you do it."

"Okay, but you must turn away." She smirked this time too, and as expected he fell straight in.

"I have to check that you're doing it properly~"

'You just want to look, master.'

"Hmn~" Without taking down her blouse, she started to squeeze from all angles while Constantine bit his lips.

He couldn't help but make mental comparisons, Zamira ranked perfectly in the middle with his wives, the more he thought about it the more unbelievable he found it that she considered herself 'ugly'... her body and face are a masterpiece.

Thankfully, she seems to be getting over that ridiculous belief.

While she kept squeezing he saw a small shadow appear on the blouse where her little pink buds were supposed to be, she's still lactating but not nearly as much as before.

"T-They're still s-sensitive... Hmn~"

"Does it feel better?"

"It felt better when you did it, master." She pouted with a gaze of request.

"Yours are quite big you know? I don't know if I can handle it"

"You handled them well enough yesterday, and yes, I think they're unnecessarily big... I am hated for that... mercenaries say they get in the way and, they're not wrong... but today I felt like they weren't interrupting me as much, it is different with the sword."

"But you don't hate them, right?" Her fluttery eyes asked with hope.

"Of course not, fool." He flickered one of her nipples and the moment he did so, it was like a dam broke and a small torrent splashed straight on his face as she moaned.

That was the moment he felt a raging fire and gulped, casting aside myriad thoughts.

"It is still coming out, but not as much... that means that your chest is constantly producing milk and before you were just... loaded." He struggled to keep it professional, licking the small bit that fell on his face.

'I had never seen this condition before.'

His small action was the drop that topped the cup and the purple-haired beauty didn't feel like keeping any more pretences.

Zamira crawled up before pushing his chest down and on the bed like a tigress, effectively pinning him against it.

Then she loosened her shirt and took it away, having those beautiful lumps spring out with life.

"Do you want to suck them?" She asked with a voice that drifted between seriousness and lust.

'You little mink...' If he rejected them, it would cause dejection in her... if he accepted... then that would be admitting that he likes her breasts.

"I do..."

"Then I am glad~ I wouldn't ask anyone else to do this for me, please... suck it out." Raising a bit with her hands on the bed rest, her lumps floated in front of him as she smiled and prepare for yet another onslaught of pleasure.

The woman didn't seem to be placing much attention on her crotch that was pressing against something sturdy, their trousers in the way lessened the stimulation.

"Is this going to become our little ritual?" He asked with a sigh, a ritual he might get addicted to.

"As long as they keep producing it, I'd like master to take it all." She presented the pink bud in front of his face rather insistently, her breaths so hot they could be seen in plain sight.

His tongue crawled furtively out of the cave and a soft yet long lick started everything.

"HYAN!~" Zamira released a moan that could be said to have made all of Constantine's hairs stand on an end, and the hairs weren't the only thing that stood straight for sure.

"Now that's an exhilarating moan~" A little more thrilled than before and swallowing a mouthful of the vital liquid, he went for the other one, roughly.

"W-Wait Master! d-don't suck s-so! Ahn!~"