【Supporters Only】Purification Room for Heroes : Orlias

The sound of the bells announces noon in the commercial city of Pende.

A warm glow fills the marketplace, the city gates, the taverns, and the temples.

Food stalls and eateries begin to bustle with workers, and stores are tagged for a short break.

Children return to their homes and there is a brief moment of silence in the back alleys.

“Thank you again today for fulfilling our contract for the exchange of goods.”

A person dressed in sober priest's clothes said and left the store.

Tusia, an apprentice priest in the service of the contracting god, finishes his shopping, much to the chagrin of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper, who had interrupted his lunch, did not see his customer off and retreated to the back of the store.

The new maid had a bold personality, and the items she forgot to buy were of a suitable quantity.

Tuscia, on the other hand, didn't seem too bothered.

It is as bothersome as anyone else to have your lunch break interfered with, but it is rare that he gets a chance to walk down the main street in the middle of the day if it is not for this kind of business.

Tusia moves through the slightly sluggish air, which is different from the morning bustle.

“...... heavy.”

But the weight of the luggage he was carrying was not something that could be managed by the atmosphere.

Tusia wobbled to the square and decided to take a short break by the fountain.

“Cool.”

A slight breeze brought coolness.

The warm weather today had attracted many people around the fountain.

“Hey, over there!”

“What? Oh, ......!”

The girls who had been standing around chatting suddenly became very excited.

Tussia also casually looked where they were pointing.

A huge, familiar body was about to enter the plaza.

"Master Orlias!"

His ebony skin and golden hair shines in response to the crowd.

He was so muscular that he could only wear a portion of the temple knight's armor, showing the world that he was the chosen one.

"Dignified..."

"Hey, that dress of yours, you're a priest's apprentice, aren't you?"

The girls suddenly speak to her, and Tusia affirms, puzzled.

"Yes, I'm Tusia, a priest's apprentice and..."

"If that's the case!　Don't you know something?　About Master Orlias!"

The girls' heated gazes pierce him.

Orlias is a knight guarding the temple of the covenant god whom Thucia serves.

The girls find the connection between the two there and look for the possibility to get closer to the hero.

"Well, Mister Orlias is the hero who single-handedly defended the Dawn Plain during the Hero's War."

"Yes, that's right."

"So brave..."

The girls' gaze has already returned to Orlias.

Tusia's explanation is merely background music to deepen their euphoria.

"By nature, temple knights are not allowed to fight except to protect the temple. However, Mister Orlaias could not sit by and watch the plight of his country, so he resigned his position as a temple knight and went to fight against the demon hordes."

"Aha, he did not care for himself!"

"Devotion, it's too beautiful..."

The girls' feet begin to wobble as they stare at Orlias, who is talking to the guards with a serious look on his face.

The emotional excitement finally reaches its zenith.

"After the war ended, he married his bride and now they are just waiting for the birth of their child. They are truly on the cusp of happiness ..."

"I know."

"I don't really want to hear that."

The girls said this curtly and walked away.

"It' s time to get back."

Tusia also stands up quietly and faces his pack once again.

The slender arms of the priest's apprentice exert a slight effort.

" Tusia, sir!"

Tusia almost drops the package she lifted with determination.

His voice is not loud, but it carries well, as if the hero's muscles have a different power from those of ordinary people in the deepest parts of his body.

When Tusia turns around, she sees the owner of the friendly lion's voice looking down at him.

"Hello, Mr. Orlias."

"Buying? Let me help you."

"Oh, no."

Before Tysia can respond, his heavy baggage is snatched away.

"Ummm."

Questioning and answering in the square is a waste of time because it only attracts the public's attention.

And it is physically impossible to stop the heroes from doing so.

"Up to the temple, right?"

"Yes. Please."

Tusia accepted Orlias's suggestion, doing her best to leave the square as soon as possible.

"Temple knight, a hero doing chores, you'll get another sermon from the high priest."

"I would be grateful if the bishop would preach to me in person. Besides, I can't leave you alone. It's like looking at my little brother."

"... I'm only five years younger than you now."

Tusia's eyes are distant and his feet slow.

He quickly quickens his pace and catches up with the hero's massive back.

"It's rare to see you in the city, then."

They usually greet each other when Orlias comes to patrol the temple.

It is rare for a temple knight to engage with the secular world, though not as often as before.

"Umm, actually, some black marketer dealing in unauthorized goods has gotten into the city. We are cooperating with the guards."

From the way he must have lowered his voice in his own way, it seems that the temple does not have a very good look at him after all.

But it is Orlaias' personality that has earned him the adoration and respect of his people.

"As expected. A hero indeed──."

"......"

The shadows created by the eaves of the stores cooled his skin.

Tusia then walked in silence the rest of the way to the temple.

The Battle of Dawn Plain.

The key to mankind's victory in the War of Heroes lay in this battle.

The invasion of the Demon King, revealed by the attempted attack on the commercial city of Pende by an army of demons, began across the continent in no time at all.

It literally took the full might of mankind to confront the hordes of demons that were pouring in from the mountains, the sea, and the depths of the earth.

In the midst of such a situation, the monsters appeared on the Dawn Plain as if they were the final straw, and the people despaired.

The power that could be allocated to the new battlefield had been exhausted.

Just when all seemed to be lost, the Hero descended upon the scene.

Olaias rushed to the Dawn Plain, overcoming the temple's obstruction, to confront the hordes of demons that filled the horizon, alone.

His mighty power was like the sunrise that dispelled the darkness, and the human race was thus saved from extinction.

After the war, mankind discovered a new resource called magical power from the realm of monsters.

This brought about a technological revolution on the continent, and the postwar world, which made great use of magical power, has achieved economic development rarely seen in history.

Humanity has also concluded a peace treaty with the surviving monsters, and has been conducting unequal trade with them.

Under strict restrictions, some monsters are allowed to step on human lands, but they cannot complain about being killed if they do not have permission.

The temple's backyard glows red in the setting sun.

The hut in the corner of the spacious grounds is given a grandiose name that doesn't do justice to its shabbiness.

The purification room.

A wall and a small window separate the two rooms, north and south.

Sitting in front of the window, Tusia waits again today.

To hear the confession of those who seek purification of their sins.

"Excuse me."

Tusia looks up.

A huge shadow painted in the western sun stretches out from the doorless southern room entrance.

"Please, have a seat."

The purification room is sometimes visited by acquaintances of the priests.

But neither surprise nor agitation shows in Tusia's tone of voice.

Somewhere, he knew that one day this day would come.

" No, stay like this."

The hero of the Dawn Plain declines to be seated, revealing the dignified stance of a temple knight.

His wide-open legs reveal the presence of muscles in his plain clothes, and his broad chest is thick enough to give opponents a sense of oppression.

Orlaias began to speak with a posture that indicated his commitment to fulfill his contract.

I have come to confess my transgressions."

The sound of his cheerful voice fades, and the regret of the lion who was forced to leave his throne seeps through.

"Who you are. What sins you have committed. No one will ever know."

When Tusia whispered this, the hero made up his mind and began to speak.

"Two years ago, I threw myself into a battle before my marriage to my permitted wife. My mission was elsewhere, but I could not abandon the people threatened by monsters..." "

It is forbidden for a Knight of the Temple to wield his power for the sake of the mundane world.

A covenant man should serve only the covenant.

"I resigned my position and went to fight. I am a selfish man. For the sake of my own sense of righteousness, I have almost given up the future of my marriage."

The social status of a temple knight is relatively high.

Barons like the Orlias family do everything in their power to push their second and third sons into the temple as temple knights.

"So I told my fiancee. I wanted her to break off the engagement with me and be happy."

In the first place, the family status was higher in the forgiven marriage.

She had no reason to refuse to break off the engagement.

"But she said she would wait and pray for my victory."

Noble society is not so lenient as to allow marriage to a man who has lost the guarantee of his future.

Orlias's fiancee's decision meant that she was ready to be disowned or even disinherited by her family.

"I fought to the death. Not a single monster will get through. And I will return alive. To answer her wishes."

Tusia is probably the first person to hear the story of the hero of the Dawn Plain, sung and retold by every bard in the land, told from the person himself.

And so the heroic tale comes to its promised happy conclusion.

"After the war ended, I was allowed to return to work and I married her. It was simple but happy... until that moment."

"......"

If the story were to end in happiness, Orlias would not be here now.

Tusia straightens his posture and waits for the hero's words.

"Our wedding night was a full moon. I was in my room waiting for my fiance...no, my bride."

The night breeze from the balcony caressed Orlias' huge body, which was slightly on fire.

The full moon, shining brightly, cast strong shadows on the carpet.

"It was so sudden. I felt its sweet scent, as if it were the lady's smell multiplied a hundred times over."

And there it was, as Orlias realized.

It was lying on the most inviolable bed in the sacred couple's bedroom.

"I later learned that it was a moon troll, a rare monster."

The moon troll, also known as the stealing pig, is indeed a rare species.

It is a petty and vulnerable creature, but it exhibits its special qualities in limited circumstances.

On nights when the moon is full, moon trolls sneak into a man's bedroom unaided by moonlight and seduce him with their bizarre female body odor.

Its existence was half-told as a fairy tale, and it was a cliche in the taverns that the groom would fail on his wedding night because he would be sucked dry of sperm by this stealing pig.

"The ugly, fat pig monster spread its short legs on the bunk. And then..."

The moon troll's drum belly, thighs, and buttocks whip and clench together.

Then the fleshy labia at the center of them opened and closed like a blink of an eye.

The fat pig's secret flesh was wet with a shameful light pink.

"Such... unholy... unforgivable..."

"..."

The fabric of the undergarment worn by Orlias creaks.

The hero's lower body is aroused by the fearless memory, while the imposing appearance of the temple knight is still intact.

"But when I came to, I had removed all my garments."

The bedroom of the full moon.

The naked bodies of the strongest, biggest, muscular man in the world and the weakest, smallest, ugliest monster in the world face each other.

Their hearts beat faster, their body odors intensify, and their genitals secrete mucus.

The inevitable is about to happen.

The unavoidable moment is about to arrive.

"I swear to the contract. I tried to resist... with all my might... but...!"

What Orlias saw in his extreme heat was the sight of his own massive glans trying to claw its way through the moon troll's thick labia and push its way inside.

"My manhood..., in that pig's vagina...!"

Orlias's hips moved awkwardly as if recreating himself in his memory.

The sound of clothes rustling and the creaking of floorboards overlap in the hut at dusk.

"The inside of a pig's vagina, the unholy folds swirling...!"

The moon troll's vaginal folds mockingly stroked the male's most sensitive pole organ.

Eventually, Orlias's pubic hair touched the stolen pig's pubic nucleus, and the hero and the monster connected deeply.

"Soft...with that body that flirts with men..."

A masculine finger dug into the back of a fat, disheveled thigh.

Orlias can't believe that his own phallic body is disappearing in the center crack of it's vulgarly open short legs.

"It is ordained that a temple knight's mating must be done while looking into the eyes of his wife! Oh! Oh!"

Missionary position.

It was the only position of sexual intercourse allowed for temple knights, and Orlias and the moon troll were no exception.

"Wait...I thought that Temple Knights..."

know that as long as Tusia is also a covenantal person.

Those who serve in the Temple are bound by a strict covenant regarding their sexuality as well.

"...That's right...!　Temple knights are not allowed to have sex with women until they have taken wives... no, precisely!"

The inside of his secretion-soaked underclothes rubs against Orlias's huge meat pole.

The dew of shame spreads every time the huge sword that floats along his left thigh is swung.

"A temple knight takes as his wife for life the woman to whom he has given his virginity! In other words!"

The moon troll slowly begins to move its big ass with the hero's meat stick in it's honey pot.

It circles with its hips as if guiding a boy who is intimidated by his first mating.

"My wife! My real wife is! Damn!"

Orlais, his male flame inflamed by the pig's instruction or provocation, makes his first piston movement.

The hot mass of the groom's flesh thrusts through the mucous membranes, tossed about by the swirling folds of the pig's vagina.

"I have exchanged eternal bonds with that vile swine!"

A mistake he made only once.

One brief moment when he succumbed to temptation.

If time could be turned back, he would trade anything for that moment.

The hero's lifelong companion was decided.

"I swear, I never wanted to mate with a pig!"

Orlias' excuses, unfortunately, will ring hollow to anyone's ears.

The muscular temple knight shook his hips enthusiastically as he experienced his first sexual union.

He pulls out and inserts his own massive phallus into the organ of pleasure that stirs in the loins of a different species.

The happiness of his body, which was never given to him by the contracting god, surges up from his perineum.

"It feels good! No, I take it back! Like that! That's disgusting!"

A voice as thick as a lion's roar painfully or comically deposes.

The different sex organs also exchange vulgar banter, and then they move on to the decisive moment.

"That filthy pig is playing with my nipples!"

The bride should not have been so lewd as to toy with a man's nipples during the act of lovemaking.

But the stimulation of the two little prongs sends a gush down to the bottom of Orlias's loins.

"I tried to shoot out of it! But, but, that pig got its legs tangled around my waist!"

The hero was entangled in the moon troll's short legs.

It was tantamount to saying that the dragon crashed because it was held in place by a fly.

Too painful an excuse.

But the two souls of the virgin heroes were at once slammed into his waist by the blatant demand for his own seed.

"Why! Just by inserting a man's penis into a pig's vagina! "Why? ! Such divine pleasure!"

Orlais's hips bucked as if following his memory of himself.

The thick meat pole finally begins to twitch in his underclothes, with the outline of the glans clearly visible.

"Noooooo! I cum in my pigwife's uterus! Gooooooooooooooo!"

And so the hero's first night of filthy pleasure was etched into his life as a man.

"Oh, oh, oh! Incredible amount of sperm! Ohohohohohohoh!"

The male's white providence, which had been enjoined by a strict contract.

Over twenty years of accumulated desire slammed into the moon troll's womb.

"Guhooooooooooooo! This! Such a pleasant thing!"

The spectacular pleasure of experiencing his first vaginal ejaculation with an ugly pig.

The humiliation of being drowned in the heaven of vaginal folds that seem to give shape to a man's desires.

The conflicting cries of the mind and the body confuse the virgin hero, and words that should not be said come out like gravel.

"It feels so good! This is intercourse! Making babies with a pig is so much! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!"

Once the pleasures of interspecies mating are acknowledged, the cork deep in Orlias' loins is no longer of any use.

The thick, gluey sperm juice penetrates the temple knight's male organ and becomes an uncontrollable muddy stream that approaches the moon troll's ovaries.

"If I make this pig my wife, will I feel so good every night! Have my babies! Please bear my babies in heaps!"

The white moon fills the fat belly of the stealing pig.

The moment when the lives of Orlaias and the pig mix in the sanctuary of the couple's bedroom, on the bed.

The intense moonlight glinted off the hero and the pig's smelly joins.

"...By the time I came to, the moon troll had left and I could hear my wife's worried voice from outside the room."

The penis that climaxed during the confession still leaks the residue of pleasure inside Orlias' underclothes.

However, considering the hero's sexual appetite, it is an amazing feat of mental strength not to have indulged in masturbation on this occasion.

"Then, following custom, I made love to my wife. But..."

Orlias holds his bride with exertion and compassion.

But the stain that hid the bed will never disappear again.

"... Her body was not stimulated enough at all. In order not to embarrass her, I managed to cum inside her by remembering intercourse with a stealing pig... "

With the release of a small amount of semen compared to his copulation with Moon Trowl, but a large amount compared to a normal person, the wedding night between Orlius and the human woman was over.

The wife of the Temple Knight soon became pregnant.

The heir to the hero of the Dawn Plain received glorious blessings and expectations even before his birth.

"Ten months since then. It is the last month of pregnancy. And the pig... no, my true wife, too, is now...!"

It seemed he couldn't take it anymore.

Orlias thanked him briefly and left the purification room.

Then, after the sound of stepping on the grass was heard about ten times, Tusia heard a rough rubbing of garments.

"Damn...why...why...!"

Sticky sounds and low-pitched swearing ply back and forth across the backyard in the approaching dusk.

The moon rises soundlessly.

If he could turn back time, would he wish for it?

Could one properly weigh the value of what one has gained and what one has lost?

"God of the covenant. Please give him mercy."

Tusia's prayer was drowned out by a beastly snarl.