Goddess, Get on Your Knees and Open Your Mouth
"Kneel."
My command was absolute. Lumina bit her lip until blood welled up, glaring at me with eyes blazing in fury close to murderous intent. And beneath that, the humiliation of an inescapable reality.
"...You dare."
"Dare? You lost the bet, Goddess."
I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs, nodding toward my crotch with my chin.
"A promise is a promise. Your noble knight commander went into a room with another woman. Whatever happens in there, the fact that he left you alone doesn't change, does it?"
The next room was silent. Lucian had probably come to his senses at the last moment and pushed her away. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Lumina's wretched feeling of being abandoned.
"He... just made a mistake."
"A mistake? Look how deeply it wounded you. Aren't you in my room right now?"
I drove the wedge in deeper.
"Ugh..."
Shock therapy.
That was the simple approach to conquering a target like Lumina. She'd been impossible to approach with her man-hating ways, so I had to force her to get used to men through actions like this.
"How could a noble being like me..."
Her knees slowly bent. The hem of her pristine priestess robes dragged across the floor. The saint revered by all the continent's faithful. No, a goddess from the heavens. And here she was, kneeling at the feet of a single man—the filthy "male" she despised most.
The sight alone was enough to intoxicate me with conquest.
"Grab it."
I said curtly. Her trembling hand reached out. My cock, already fully erect, loomed imposingly before her nose. The sour, musky male scent hit her, and she wrinkled her brow, turning her head away.
"Where do you think you're looking? Eyes front. This is your master, the one you need to serve."
I grabbed the back of her head and forced her face toward my cock. Her gaze locked onto the transparent precum beading at my tip.
"So... filthy..."
"Filthy? This is the noble source of life."
I chuckled. She hesitated, then finally gripped my shaft with her pale hand. It was cold. And soft. Was it the touch of a goddess? A thrilling shiver ran through me just from the contact.
"Move. You know how, right?"
"...Ugh."
She started awkwardly stroking up and down. Slap... slap... slap... No control over her grip. No rhythm. The worst handjob imaginable. But that clumsiness. That expression screaming she hated every second.
The goddess reluctantly jerking a man's cock—it made me rock hard.
"Too dry. Why's a saintess's touch so rough? No mercy, huh?"
I signaled her to stop.
"Spit on it."
"...What?"
"Spit. Bless it with your holy saliva. Needs lube."
"You... insane beast...!"
"Won't do it? Should I yell and wake Lucian next door? 'Captain! The saintess is in my room stroking my cock!'"
"...!!"
Blackmail always worked. Her face flushed crimson with shame as she gathered saliva in her mouth. Then she spat it onto my glans with a ptui.
Drip... The clear glob slid down my red tip.
The goddess's saliva. Holy water that would make her devotees faint if they knew—it was lubing my cock.
"Now again. Make it good."
She gripped the now-slick shaft. Much smoother this time. Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! The wet friction sounds filled the room. As her hand sped up, my cock swelled bigger, harder.
"Hnn..."
A moan escaped Lumina's lips. Just from stroking it, her body was heating up. The Heavenly Phallus was reacting to the goddess, affecting her in turn.
"What's wrong? Getting off just from holding it?"
"N-no... shut up... ugh!"
She denied it, but her strokes quickened, almost like she was immersing herself. Despite her disgust, the pleasure from the physical contact was confusing her brain. Her touch grew bolder—starting with just fingertips in revulsion, now wrapping her full palm around, rubbing the tip.
"Haa... hands aren't enough."
I stopped her. This wasn't satisfying. I needed more stimulation, more humiliation.
"Strip."
"...What more do you want here."
"Your tits. Time to use those useless fat bags. Know what a paizuri is?"
My eyes fixed on her chest. Primly covered by her priestess robes, but I knew the violent volume hidden inside.
"No... not that...!"
"Strip. Before I rip it off."
I growled savagely. She bit her lip, unbuttoning with trembling hands. Her robes parted, revealing overflowing cleavage above white lingerie.
"Bra too."
She squeezed her eyes shut and unhooked it. Fabric hit the floor with a soft thud as it fell away.
"Hup...!"
She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, but I seized her wrists and pulled them aside.
"Whoa..."
A sigh escaped me. Snow-white skin. Plump, pudding-like tits. And at their peaks, pale pink nipples. Utterly unworthy of a saintess. Lewd as hell weaponry.
"A goddess with tits like this? Built to tempt and corrupt men, huh?"
"Don't... insult me...!"
"Insult? That's a compliment. Come here."
I pulled her onto the bed, seating her between my legs. Her massive breasts hovered right before my cock.
"Squeeze them."
Tears welled in her humiliated eyes as she cupped her breasts with both hands. The huge mounds pressed together, forming a deep valley. I thrust my cock into the tight crevice.
Squelch—!
"Eek!"
She jolted as my cool glans burrowed into her warm, soft flesh. The sensation was insane, like sticky rice cake. Her heartbeat pulsed directly into my shaft. Thump! Thump! Thump! A pounding heart on the verge of bursting.
"Move yourself. You're the one serving."
I stopped thrusting and commanded. With no choice, she rocked her torso back and forth.
Slosh... slosh... Her massive tits swallowed and released my cock repeatedly. The visual was overwhelming. Right under the face of this noble goddess, her breasts caressing my dick.
"Haa... haa... ugh..."
Her breathing grew ragged. The heat and friction hardened her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure each time they grazed. She bowed her head, desperately avoiding the sight of my cock buried between her tits.
"Look. Look straight at it."
I grabbed her chin and forced her gaze down.
"See how much your tits love my cock."
"......"
"See those stiff nipples?"
I pinched one with my fingers.
"Kyaaa!"
She screamed. Her breast muscles clenched, squeezing my cock tight. A different sensation from pussy creampie—heavy, chewy pressure.
"That's it. Legendary tits. Top shelf up here—wonder what your pussy's like?"
"N-no! Not that! We had a deal!"
She shrieked in panic, clinging to her last shred of pride: her virginity.
"Fine, fine. Deal's a deal. We'll stop here today."
I gripped her waist and ramped up the pace. Full-on paizuri. I fisted her hair, holding her head steady as I ravaged her cleavage mercilessly.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ack! It hurts! Too rough! Gentler...!"
"Quiet. Focus. Gonna cum because of you."
My cock ballooned to its limit. Her soft skin. The musky saliva scent. The platinum hair swaying before my eyes. Everything urged me to release.
"Open your mouth."
"...?!"
"Gonna cum on your face. Mouth open, tongue out."
She shook her head in refusal, but I roughly squeezed her cheeks with one hand. Her lips parted forcibly.
"Time to bless the goddess. Take my filthy seed on your noble face."
"Mmmph...!"
I lifted my hips and thrust deep one last time before pulling out. Pop—! As my cock sprang free. Splurt! Spluuurt—! Thick white ropes erupted like a fountain. Hot semen splattered her pale face, lashes, and open lips. Some shot into her mouth. Some dripped down her chin into her cleavage.
"Fuu... haa..."
I panted heavily, looking down at her. Pathetic. And beautiful. The goddess, glazed in cum, dazed and heaving. No trace of her divinity left.
Only the corrupted slut defiled by lust remained.
"Cough! Kek...!"
She tried to spit out the load in her mouth.
"Swallow."
My cold voice made her freeze.
"Every drop. That's how you finish serving."
Thick tears rolled from her eyes. The humiliation of ingesting a hated man's fluids. But she couldn't refuse.
Her body and mind were already ensnared in my rhythm.
Gulp! Her throat bobbed. Forcing down the revolting semen.
"Good girl."
I wiped the remnants from her lips with my thumb and smiled.
"First game's over."
Lumina collapsed in a heap, unable to respond. Clutching her cum-soiled breasts, she sobbed. She'd started this to protect her happy future with Lucian. But all that remained was her defiled self.
"Don't cry. It's just the beginning—can't tire out already."
I stroked her semen-and-sweat-matted hair.
"Tomorrow'll be even more fun. Look forward to it, Goddess."
I left her there and lay back on the bed. She didn't even wash up, just swallowed her rage in place. Burning that sight into my eyes, I drifted off in satisfaction.