Chapter 21 Uninvited guests
"It's been about three or four years," Matar said, looking up at the ceiling, her voice soft with memory. "The last time I mated was with the one I loved most. He was an orc warrior. But something happened... and we may never meet again. After that, many orc warriors pursued me, but none could beat me. I couldn't mate with someone who couldn't conquer me. Then my homeland was hit by war, and I ended up wandering all the way from Samir to here. There were dangers along the way, and I never had time to think about things like this. But recently, life's been a bit calmer... and my body began to act up."
"Seems like warmth leads to lust," Roger muttered in his mind. He scratched his head and cautiously asked, "It seems I can't beat you either. You're not going to kill me... right?"
"Hahaha..." Matar laughed a lot, she stood up and walked to Roger's side and sat down, she put her arm around Roger's shoulders and licked his face with her pink tongue. "Who said you can't beat me? Didn't you beat me last night? I'm still weak all over."
The last few words were spoken in Roger's ear. Matar acted coquettishly, and her voice lacked the usual cheerfulness. Instead, it was filled with the gentleness of spring rain. Coupled with the moist and hot fragrance blowing in her ears, Roger felt his whole body go soft and numb, as if he had been bathed in the holy light of Vermeer, the God the Father.
"Roger, you will be my little lover from now on." Matar's fingers reached Roger's lower body and circled around his glans, one circle, two circle, three circle...
Such a teasing is intolerable. Roger's hot-tempered little brother could not stand such a provocation. He had already straightened his back and loaded his ammunition, waiting for the order from his elder brother to have a big fight. Roger, who was full of lust, also quietly reached out to Matar's breasts. It seemed that a huge battle was about to begin.
"Captain, there is a guest who wants to see you!" Dole's voice came from outside the door. After being scolded by the captain last time, he learned his lesson and dared not rush into Roger's room in a hurry. He just shouted at the door.
"Who is it? What kind of guests could come so early in the morning?" Roger was very angry because his good plan was ruined, and his tone was a little aggressive.
Matar, who was hugging Roger, saw someone coming to find her, so she didn't bother to argue. She got up, straightened her clothes, and sat back at the table leisurely.
"It was a clergyman, who said you would be very anxious to see him, and that he could help you. But he would only see you alone."
"A priest?" Roger frowned. "When did I know a priest?"