Deadmeat Saga

Chapter 56.5 – The best sheath in the world(R-18)

Inside the tub, Gerhart relaxed while Havre washed his body, both as naked as nature intended. The tub was 15 inches deep and not too big, so Havre hugged Gerhart from behind, pressing her body against him as she cleaned him.

Originally, Havre was a rustic beauty not inferior to most of the ladies in the village. But now, hands down, she was one of the most beautiful women Gerhart had seen in both lives.

She had golden hair like silk, her skin like flawless satin, her face chiseled by the gods, and her figure curvy yet well-balanced. Her breasts were ampler than most but defied gravity and were firm and perky. Her bubble butt was round and smooth.

Even compared to his two female masters, a Transcendent Elf Archmage and a Great Oni Saintess, Havre held her own.

"You know, I can't help but feel guilty at having someone like you bathe me like some servant girl. You are not some regular girl anymore." Gerhart said, enjoying her gentle caress as she wiped his chest with a sponge.

"My lord, it is my honor to serve you in every way possible. To tend to your needs is my utmost priority and duty." Havre calmly said, droplets cascading down her perfect breasts, pressing against Gerhart's broad back.

"I see. Then, now that you are a Sword Saint, what is your new goal?" Gerhart curiously asked.

Havre originally wanted to fix her talent. But now, she was already a Sword Saint, her talent fixed and at lvl 50. No, she was more powerful than a lvl 50 Initial Sword Saint. With the addition of many talents and increased stats, she was undoubtedly a major powerhouse. In the Youvamore Kingdom, the number of individuals who can fight her is less than a handful, let alone defeat her.

"My priority is to serve and protect my lord. To do that, I need to grow more powerful and hone myself. While my lord's gifts are beyond compare, I also need better equipment and fight the strong." Havre said.

"I see. Although I am unsure about the weapon, plenty of powerful opponents are in the forest. We will start hunting them from tomorrow." Gerhart said.

"Thank you, my lord," Havre said, her hand intentionally or not going lower and lower, soon reaching Gerhart's massive and erect member.

"Impressive, my lord. Your sword is still erect and virile after yesterday's onslaught, ready for another battle." Havre praised, her sponge gently cleaning the shaft while the other hand reached for the scrotum. Feeling the full sack, Havre stroked it, "And you are so full already after releasing 24 times. You are a true warmonger."

"You were counting?" Gerhart said, surprised.

"No, I merely chatted with Qold and Tivnirx, and they told me. They both seemed exceptionally satisfied, and Tivnirx believes she is already carrying your child. The other three Goblin Commanders also feel the same. You are truly insatiable, my lord." Havre said with a hot breath, her hands cleaning his privates.

"You are tempting me, aren't you?" Gerhart said, enjoying the sensation.

"I don't know what you are talking about, my lord. I am just cleaning your sword." Havre said, her hands not stopping.

"Then why are you focusing on that part?" Gerhart asked.

"Because your sword is dirty after your battles, my lord, and requires proper polishing," Havre replied, the sponge focusing on the head.

"If my sword needs proper cleaning, don't you need proper oiling? I neglected you all this time." Gerhart extended his hand to Havre's snatch, and she didn't resist, letting him caress her. Through his Appraisal, he knew her status.

Status: Aroused, Frustrated.

"Mmm*, my sheath does hunger for your sword, my lord." Havre moaned, biting her lips.

"Then I think you deserve a proper reward for all your efforts." Gerhart slowly turned around, hugged Havre's body, and kissed her. Without resistance, Havre kissed him back in a passionate and deep kiss.

"Mmm* Hah* Mmph* Slurp*" Gerhart and Havre were locked in a kiss, one arm around each other's backs and another caressing each other's groins.

After a while, Gerhart broke the kiss, "Stand up and show me your sheath."

"Yes, my lord." Havre smiled and stood up, her beautiful and pure vagina in sight, sparse blond pubic hair above her pussy's entrance.

Havre widened her legs, and using her fingers, she spread her pussy, revealing the pure pink insides, dripping water and something more thick. "My lord, look. It is a Sword Saint's untouched sheath, exclusive for her lord's mighty sword. It is the best and most luxurious sheath in the world just for you." She temptingly said.

It was Gerhart's first time seeing a vagina so close, and he could visibly see Havre's thin membrane, ground from intense movements.

As for her claim of it being the best sheath in the world, Gerhart didn't think it was too bold a claim. It was because it was likely true. Sword Saints have perfect control over their body, perfect Aura Control, high agility and dexterity, and almost excessive beauty. They had the best and most luxurious sheaths in the world, made to squeeze the swords of those they found worthy.

And now, this top-tier pussy that many would covet yet could never taste was now exclusively his, readily offered on a silver platter.

"It is beautiful. I want to taste it." Gerhart leaned over and started to lick it.

"Ah~ My lord... Mmm*" Havre closed her eyes in contentment and bit her lips, feeling Gerhart's tongue exploring her love cave. One hand held Gerhart's head as a handle while the other stroked her heaving breasts. 

Gerhart also used his fingers to stimulate Havre's pussy while careful not to tear her hymen. Perhaps because of how pent-up Havre was, she orgasmed pretty quickly. "My apologies, Ah~, my lord. But I am cumming~!"

Gerhart didn't pause his movements, even accelerating them, making Havre shudder in orgasmic bliss, love juices filling Gerhart's mouth. It tasted a bit sweet.

"Gulp* Hah. Not a bad taste." Gerhart licked his lips.

"Mmm~. Thank you for your generosity, my lord. I believe my sheath is oiled and ready to receive your sword." Havre said with hot breaths. "Please lean against the edge. I shall service you."

Not refusing her request, Gerhart leaned against the tub's edge, his dick slightly poking out of the water. Havre turned around, showing her back and bubble butt to Gerhart.

"Your mighty sword shall now take my sheath's first time. Please witness it, my lord." Havre said as she slowly squatted down, lining her snatch with Gerhart's sizable member before enveloping him in one decisive thrust. "Oooh!" Havre cried out in a mixture of pain and delight.

"Guh... tight." Gerhart gritted his molars as he felt the insane tightness of Havre's sheath. And yet, in real-time, it quickly adjusted to his size, comfortably accommodating him while giving the perfect pressure.

"Is this better, my lord?" Havre asked after adjusting her vaginal muscles.

"Yes, it is a perfect fit," Gerhart said.

"I am glad. I will move now." Havre said and started rocking her hips up and down.

"Mmm~ Ah~ Oh~."

Splash* Splash* Splash*

The water splashed as Havre focused on moving her waist and adjusting her vaginal muscles to better please Gerhart, taking pleasure in the act. Despite being her first time, she moved like a top-class courtesan fit for royalty, stimulating Gerhart's senses.

"Oh... Man. I feel like a king right now." Gerhart exclaimed, enjoying this service that most would never experience.

"I am happy to serve, my lord. Oh~." Havre moaned and continued her rhythmic service, sometimes stopping and gyrating her hips before continuing.

"Hm... this is good, but my hands feel empty." Gerhart thought while looking at Havre's tantalizing back and hair. Glimpsing at her swaying side boobs, Gerhart's hands became itchy for action, so he reached out and grabbed them.

"Oh, my lord~!" Havre moaned, adjusting her position. Her knees touched the bottom while leaning forward just enough for Gerhart to have a handle on her breasts as she continued moving her hips.

Gerhart continued playing with her breasts while enjoying the sensation, sometimes pinching them to elicit a moan.

"Forgive me, my lord, I am about to cum again," Havre said after several more minutes.

"Go ahead," Gerhart pinched her nipples, driving her to the edge.

"Oh~! Cumming~!" Havre shook, her insides spasming, almost crushingly tight.

"Damn, that almost drove me to the edge." Gerhart leaned back and massaged Havre's round and inviting butt.

"Hah~. Shall I finish you off, then?" Havre asked between hot and sultry breaths.

"Eh? Sure," Gerhart replied.

"Then excuse me," Havre said as her vagina suddenly changed rhythm. He also sensed a familiar, tingling sensation on his crotch, and one of Havre's hands grabbed his balls to massage them.

"Guh... Are you using Aura Massage with your vagina?!" Gerhart widened his eyes, assaulted by insane levels of pleasure.

"Fufu~. That's right~. So cum, my lord. Ejaculate inside your sheath." Havre giggled while injecting aura through her vaginal walls and her hand massaging his scrotum.

"Fuck! Cumming!" It was an almost instant defeat as Gerhart had the most intense orgasm of his life.

Havre immediately hilted herself, her insides undulating and her fingers squeezing Gerhart's balls as if to encourage him to shoot out more.

Splurt* Splurt* Splurt*

"That's right, my lord. Shoot everything inside me~." Havre spoke as if coaxing a child while ensuring not a single drop escaped by flexing her vaginal muscles around the tip.

After ejaculating what he thought was thrice the regular amount, Gerhart sighed, "That was insane."

"I am glad you were satisfied, my lord," Havre said, extracting herself from Gerhart's member and standing up.

She then turned to face him while spreading her vagina, a pinkish sludge exiting, "You have marked me with your seed, my lord."

Seeing that scene, Gerhart immediately became erect again. "You temptress! You want another pounding, don't you?"

"Guilty as charged, my lord. Please punish my naughty pussy with your mighty blade." Havre gave a sultry look.

Gerhart stood up, picking Havre up in the air, and inserted himself inside then and there, corking her hole and fucking her in a furious piston.

"Yes, my lord! Pound me! I am yours and only yours!" Havre cried as her shapely legs wrapped around Gerhart, embracing him for a passionate kiss.

They then continued fucking in various positions until the floral incense smell got mixed with the musky scent of sex. After every time Gerhart made Havre cum once or twice, she would use her top-tier vagina and aura to coax Gerhart to ejaculate more inside her. Gerhart realized that if she wanted to, she could have made him repeatedly cum until he was dry within a minute, but she deliberately extended the session for mutual enjoyment.

After experiencing it first-hand, he had to admit that this was the best sheath in the world.