The Clitoris

After slaying the last slug woman that plagued Lirania's streets, I wiped the gore from my sword and allowed it to fade from existence.

I know, I know. You're probably wondering why I don't keep it summoned just in case?

Well the problem is, once my job is done in the Neverworld, I never actually know exactly when I'll be spat back into the Knownworld.

If I popped out in Lirania with a glowing sword, powerful mages would be drawn to its mana pulse.

I could think of no worse way to reveal my own mystery to the world.

First, King Alexander, Lirania's iron-fisted ruler, would hunt me.

Then Bishop Adoni, head of the Holy Crescent Order, would turn his pious glare my way.

Those two alone could ruin me.

Now picture every king, queen, and holy zealot across the Knownworld sniffing after my secrets.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine

I ducked back into the tent, the Neverworld's red canvas heavy with fog. A hum buzzed in my skull, and my vision blurred, followed by a gut-twist of divine magic dragging me home.

VOOM.

I stumbled, blinking, and found myself in The Velvet Pavilion, the real one. Lirania's quiet streets hummed outside, which was my proof.

I let out a deep sigh of relief.

Time travelled faster whilst I was in the Neverworld. My watch told me that it was currently Sunday night.

"Survived another day," I said to myself, leaning back on my chair and clasping my hands behind my head.

"Another day of what?"

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...

...

What?

I turned my head to find out that I was not alone.

There was a figure perched on my round table, her white armour etched with a black skirt at the hips. Her orange hair spilt in wild curls past her shoulders, framing golden eyes that pierced me like twin suns. Her longsword, blood-streaked, rested beside her, a silent testament to battle.

I recognised the golden eyes in an instant, as they beamed at me. My heart almost erupted from my chest.

"G-glory." I stuttered in disbelief.

I had been caught.

No one was supposed to be inside my tent. I even put a bloody sign outside to make sure of it!

Curse my ignorance. I should have known that a woman I had made love to only nights before would feel comfortable entering the tent without warning.

Especially when that woman was a knight of the Holy Crescent Order.

Who could stop her from doing what she pleased?

Her face remained straight, and she didn't say a word. I tried to cover for myself using a petty excuse.

"What I meant was, I survived another day without you. My love brews so strong that I can't help but—"

"You don't need to lie, Fool." Glory interrupted, sighing. "I already know that you're a... mysterious man. It's not my place to pry."

Her words caught me off guard.

She'd seen me flicker into existence from out of nowhere, and yet was willing to accept it without question?

Was the woman even more extraordinary than I thought?

I watched the way Glory sulked, her face carrying a strange sadness that I had never seen before.

It was then that I remembered the rumours I had heard before entering the Neverworld that morning.

The battle between the Holy Crescent Order and the Sun Covenant.

"The war!" I exclaimed. "You fought in it?"

Glory nodded her head. "Fought and lost."

Lirania's knights lost? But they were supposed to be some of the strongest, powered by the Moon God himself.

Never mind that... I can worry about that later. After all, it was only the first battle of many.

Right now, I have to focus on Glory. I can sense that something is bothering her more than just losing the war.

I had always been good at reading women. I could tell that she had lost more than that day.

"A friend."

Glory looked up at me, surprised.

I continued, assuming i had guessed right. "You lost a friend today, didn't you? A friend who was close to you."

Glory's eyes widened, before brimming with tears. She then lunged at me, drawing me into a hug as she sobbed heavily.

I seemed to have hit the mark.

"My childhood friend, Rosalia. She was killed by the hands of the Sun God's bishop right in front of my eyes... I will never be able to see her again."

The loss of a childhood friend, at the hands of the enemy leader himself.

I stroked my hand through her orange hair comfortingly.

War could be cruel in such ways.

"I swear to the sun god himself that I'll kill him." She sobbed onto my chest.

Even I, a non-religious man, knew that Glory was capable of no such thing.

Sure she was powerful, probably able to utilise mana up to 25 units, but a bishop was a man or woman strengthened directly by a god.

She would never be able to kill such a man.

An idea suddenly entered my mind, but I brushed it away in an instant.

It was a foolish idea. One that could only be thought of by a man in love.

Instead, I gently placed my hand on Glory's chin and lifted her head to look up at me.

Her golden eyes glinted with tears, and yet her face was expectant.

"Do you need comforting?" I spoke with a charming expression spread across my clown face.

Glory knew what I meant. I didn't need to elaborate.

The beautiful Knight nodded her head slowly and muttered the words that I so desperately hoped to hear.

"Yes. Yes please."

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The tent was dimly lit.

Ashame. That meant I was hardly able to see Glory's naked body, as she lay sprawled out atop the round table.

Still, I could smell the sweet scent of her body, as my mouth hovered over the vibrant slits in-between her legs.

Sometimes for The Fool, pleasuring a woman was more important than pleasuring himself.

Which was exactly why I ran my tongue gently up her wetness with a slurp, stopping as I reached the small gem at the top.

I nibbled at it gently.

The clitoris. Every woman's weak spot.

"Ahhh~! Not there..."

Her moans were of pleasure, as I probed at her waist and stomach with my hands.

My touch made her shiver even more.

She didn't really want me to stop. She was just afraid of spraying her love.

Which was exactly what she did.

"Noo~ AuHhh!"

Her lower region began to vibrate, as clear liquid sprayed onto my face like rain.

I felt her legs quiver, whilst she squeezed down on my head, forcing me to continue tasting her.

Once emptied, she let me go. Her body continued to shake as she lay on her back in awe.

"You taste brilliant," I said cheekily whilst wiping my face, which only made her blush further.

"I c-can't believe you know how to make me feel so good... It's like you're some sort of m-magician of love." She managed through breaths.

In a way, I kind of am.

As I looked at Glory's body splayed across the table, I was able to truly take in her beauty.

She had the kind of body that sculptures would make statues from. The type of beauty that men would write poems about.

Her chest rose delicately with every breath, making her large breasts sway. Wet droplets trickled down her inner thigh from when she had released herself moments earlier.

Best of all, I was rewarded.

[Major Mana Earned]

I chuckled to myself gently, like the Fool I was. Proud of the day's events.

This was certainly a Sunday that I will remember for a long time.

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