Al applied a concealment spell to himself and the widow.
Holding the maid's hand, the two walked along the path without drawing any attention.
Under the blessing of the Four Mothers, Al possessed the power to use spells from any of the four gods.
However, the cost was calculated per use; he had to maintain this extra grace through continuous sacrifices and spreading the faith.
Up until now, the ones Al used most were the spells of the Reveler...
As well as spells like this one for concealment, silencing, and blocking prying eyes.
Leading the widow dressed as a maid, the boy found a small supply tent.
He pushed the widow's plump body inside and ducked in after her.
A psychological suggestion and warning spell had already been silently cast.
But the widow was simply unaware.
As soon as he entered, Al couldn't wait to embrace that mature body.
The boy's body fit perfectly against the widow's beautiful flesh, his head buried in her chest.
With a flushed face, the widow leaned back against a row of crates.
While watching Al's movements, she slowly slid down to a sitting position.
She pulled over a cushion to spread beneath them.
The goat mom's tolerance and maternal love were superior, but her figure wasn't as curvaceous as the widow's.
The Paladin, after Al's long-term development, now possessed a more mature and lewd body, but her personality wasn't as gentle and considerate.
The centaur girl's combat power on the bed was inversely proportional to her power off it.
Every time, Al busied himself serving her, but in the end, shortly after the Chosen's spear pierced the warm, tight centaur cunt,
that wildly arrogant, battle-hungry Champion of the Bloodmother—his centaur adoptive mother—would surrender at high speed and display an ahegao face.
So, when "battling" the centaur girl, Al usually brought along the goat maids or the widow for support.
Eventually, he found that in terms of personal sensation, balancing carnal lust and emotional connection, the one who gave Al the best experience was actually this ordinary human widow.
Of course, if Al went full throttle, the widow still couldn't quite hold out.
She would be fucked into an ahegao state, her face wearing a broken expression, collapsing like limp mud on the bed or in Al's arms.
He usually encountered this state more with Claudia and the swordswoman Ann.
Because for those two complex targets, Al could demand and release much more.
Furthermore, fucking the bound swordswoman while listening to her spew obscenities had become a unique pleasure between them.
For the widow and the goat mom, he felt pity and respect, so he was unwilling to fuck them too hard.
But once in a while, as a bit of fun within the harem, it was quite nice.
The sound of footsteps and conversation occasionally drifted in from outside the tent.
Inside the tent, a scene of debauchery that no one could imagine was taking place.
The boy's relatively youthful body was pressed against the plump widow, deeply sinking into her flesh.
Their bodies were tightly entwined, inseparable.
Al's head was pressed against the widow's left breast, his mouth suckling that white, perky mound.
His left hand was behind the widow, pinned beneath one side of her full buttocks.
His other hand tended to her right breast, occasionally reaching up into the woman's mouth.
He used his fingertips to feel the two rows of hard teeth and the slippery service of her tongue and lips behind them.
They were tightly bonded, one within the other.
The Everchosen released his energy to his heart's content upon his mortal servant.
And his submissive human woman—whose heart and body had already fallen, handed over entirely to her young master—
offered her mature body, which had birthed children and been a wife, as the boy's playground to plow as he pleased.
The widow's full breasts were exposed, her clothes hung open and pushed down to her waist.
Her head rested on the ground, while her body arched high.
Al knelt on the cushion, gripping the widow's waist and thrusting upward.
His fingers kneaded her round, full buttocks with force.
Her legs were locked tight behind Al's waist.
She maintained this posture to endure the boy's onslaught.
People passed by, stopped, or talked outside from time to time.
He could even see the blurry shadows cast upon the tent fabric.
As long as someone lifted the flap, they could walk in and discover everything happening inside.
Immersed in copulation, Al had lost himself.
Only the widow grew nervous from time to time, feeling panic and worry over the noises outside.
She was terrified someone would accidentally intrude and provoke Al's anger.
Every time she grew tense, her body would react instinctively.
A twitch here, a sudden clamping there, which felt incredibly good to Al.
He took delight in it, launching a sudden attack whenever the widow grew worried.
A "Dragon Strike" or something similar would make her nearly cry out, forcing her to cover her mouth and plead with her beautiful eyes.
Every time this happened, Al was as happy as a little boy who had pulled a successful prank.
He even engaged in a bit of roleplay.
"Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to find out, would you?"
Then he would stop his movements, waiting for the widow to play along.
Al had learned Marlena's past very clearly, just as he knew her body.
In one of the many previous sessions, he had played a "Captive, Prisoner, Interrogation.jpg" game with her.
He had obtained the story from the widow then, and by cross-referencing it, he understood it thoroughly.
The widow, who was almost completely—or rather, a tiny distance away from being completely—molded into Al's shape,
had the girl who was with her when Al saved her from her first and only husband.
The two were an arranged marriage; the husband's family held some status in Magus, the port city now serving as the Greenskin base.
Marlena's family background was relatively ordinary, but because they had produced several famous religious figures, they were a respected and clean middle-class family.
Before the marriage was finalized, the man insisted on sailing to the New World for adventure.
He intended to return after making a name for himself or to marry a woman of higher status and beauty.
Unfortunately, the voyage met a storm; the ship lost contact and was stranded on a deserted island.
Luckily, he was rescued by a passing Araby ship, but they were slave traders serving the Sultan.
Because of his outstanding appearance and physique, the man was noticed by a court envoy.
He was immediately fast-tracked into slave training to be sent to the Sultan's court.
After a series of long and dramatic events, the man successfully turned his luck around.
He returned to Magus with a ship and dozens of Araby servants!
When Al first heard this story, it felt like reading a piece of epic literature; he was stunned.
Then—it turned out the man hadn't actually made a huge fortune.
Combined with the conservative atmosphere of the widow's family, she had waited those years for a marriage contract with a man whose life or death was unknown.
The two finally married, and everything was harmonious...
If the man hadn't died.
Of course, if the man hadn't died, Al wouldn't be in the picture.
It seemed as soon as he survived...
There is a difference between one "Thief Cao" and another!
There is honor among thieves!
After the wedding, the widow became pregnant.
Then the man couldn't resist going out to play.
As a result, one of the ambitious Araby servants he brought back—who had seen Estalia's wealth and was unwilling to continue living as a slave—
slashed his throat while they were at a brothel, conspiring with others.
They ran off with a large amount of wealth.
It was unknown if they fled to Sartosa to take up the Araby specialty of piracy, or headed north to the Empire to bet on something big.
Newlyweds, and already a widow!
Soon after came the North-South confrontation; the husband's family business went bankrupt and collapsed.
The subordinates scattered and ran. The widow had no choice but to take her daughter back to her parents' home.
Then the Greenskins came...
The subsequent plot involved Al descending like a divine soldier, saving the day and rescuing the refugees from fire and water.
After the "destined" nature of their meeting became known, word reached the council representatives who were looking for ways to curry favor with Al.
They immediately found the widow, appealing to her with reason and emotion.
From the livelihoods of the masses to the future of her family.
They finally convinced the widow to voluntarily "feed the tiger" and form this happy union.
The widow bit her lip, the shy sorrow in her eyes almost overflowing.
But under the persistence of her capricious young master, she could only slowly move her weak and soft body.
She turned around and leaned down in front of Al.
Her red lips parted slightly, gently enveloping the spear covered in their shared fluids.
She began to slowly bob up and down.
Al sat on his knees, leaning back and thrusting his waist forward, his hands supporting him from behind.
A wave of pleasure washed over him.
Today's... wait!
Al suddenly snapped his squinted eyes open.
It seemed he had forgotten something!
On the other side, inside the palace.
Al's adoptive mother, the peerless Champion of the Bloodmother and the undisputed second core commander of the tribe.
The centaur girl Alina was growing increasingly irritable because her adopted son had failed to return for their appointment.
The halberd "Slayer of Armies" seemed to feel its master's wild and furious heart.
It was gradually beginning to stir.