I love a girl who is destined to bear another’s child.
They call her the Saintess.
They call him the Hero.
The simply call me Cuck.
Well, they don’t actually call me that… it’s what I call myself.
After all, it rhymes with my name: Chuck.
I am supposed to be the Saintess’ bodyguard.
I’ve known her all my life.
We grew up together.
Both of us were orphans in the church-sponsored orphanage in the Royal Capital.
Then one day, a large crowd gathered at our doorstep, headed by the Pope himself.
He announced that he’d received an oracle from the Goddess of Fertility.
Something about our birth rates declining and how we needed a man from another world to offset it.
Sierra, my friend and the current Saintess was supposed to be the one with the most compatible physique to breed with the Hero.
Hero… psh.
Getting summoned to another world and then impregnating the Saintess.
I thought Heroes were all about sacrifice.
Some sacrifice.
Sigh…
Maybe I was being too harsh on whoever the guy would be.
After all, he was being ripped away from his family in an irreversible ceremony.
But…
But, what about me?
I loved her, you know?
Her frown, her smile… it kept me up at night.
Who am I kidding, I still love her.
She still keeps me up at night.
When the Pope told me I was supposed to be her bodyguard, I was really happy.
I could still stay by her side.
I could still see her every day.
And maybe, just maybe, I could save her from this so-called Hero.
So, I threw myself into my training.
Heart and soul.
I had talent.
Extreme talent.
Otherwise, how could I be prophesied to be the Saintess’ bodyguard?
The guard of her future children.
The would-be Saviours of our world.
Well, I did intend to guard her children.
Just, they would be with me.
Not with some lucky bastard from another dimension.
Sierra and I still talked to each other every day.
Sometimes, after I had finished my training, I would find her waiting with a towel and water.
She said it was all she could do for me who was working so hard for her sake.
One day, I had been punching an iron slab to toughen my fists and my hands were bruised and bleeding.
I couldn’t hold the water jar to drink on my own.
So, Sierra helped me drink.
She wiped my sweat with the towel, all the while scolding me for not taking care of myself.
I stared at her in silence, infatuated.
When our eyes met, she turned away bashfully.
Noticing the blush on her cheeks, I finally gathered the courage to say the three words I had been telling her in my mind every time I saw her.
“I love you.”
She didn’t answer then, wringing the towel in her hand as she studied her feet.
Finally,
“Me too.” She whispered.
After that, we started meeting at clandestine hours in clandestine locations.
We began to discuss how to escape.
The nuns made her wear a chastity belt – a holy artefact.
So, we couldn’t use the crudest means of getting her pregnant to get her out of the sticky situation.
I was strong.
Much stronger than even the strongest paladin.
I was blessed by the Gods after all.
But even then, I wasn’t stronger than the forces of the entire kingdom.
Let alone, my powers were granted by the favour of the Gods.
If I rebelled, would they take it away?
Would it turn into a curse?
We didn’t know.
Somehow, we had to use the Hero.
He was the key to our freedom.
In the end, we found it.
A spell that had been banned by the church a long time ago.
Soul-possession.
When the Hero arrived, I would use it to temporarily inhabit his body and make love to Sierra.
If not in body, I would have her in spirit.
Pushing her soft body against the wall of the secret passageway we had found in the church where we met secretly, I bent down and kissed her deeply.
I ran my palm up her soft stomach and grabbed her breast above her clothes.
My fingers sank in.
So soft.
My Sierra.
Tomorrow would be the day of the Hero summoning.
They’d cast a spell on her that would bond her to the Hero, making her untouchable to any other male.
I broke our kiss, a silvery trail of saliva joining our lips.
Unlacing her gown, I let it fall, pooling around her feet.
Her wonderful mounds bounced a little as they were set free.
Her nipples were rock hard in anticipation.
The only flaw in something perfect: her chastity belt.
It was the last time I’d be able to feel her with my own hands, with my own lips.
So be it.
Today, I would burn the feel of her body into my heart and mind.
Had a weird idea…
Is this NTR?
Netori?
I’m confused.