Contraception
Mouth.
The Chinese character is 口, gu.
In English: Mouth.
The mouth is both a respiratory organ and a digestive organ. By shifting the tongue and reshaping the lips it even serves as an articulatory organ.
Eating, breathing, speaking—those are the mouth’s original duties. And here was a woman who performed all three with absolute devotion.
“Schluuuuuurp♡ Kuuuungh♡♡ Schlorrrrp♡♡♡”
She ate cock (sucked it), breathed air that was mostly the mixed reek of cock, precum and semen, and spoke… a kind of language that announced exactly how filthy a woman—no, a bitch—no, a Breeding Womb she was.
“Fuck, you’re sucking so messily with zero technique and it still feels goddamn amazing, kuh! Did the bitch want cock that badly?”
No! My body is moving on its own♡♡ It isn’t reason—it’s pure instinct running wild, sir♡♡♡
Yet contrary to Marie’s own will, the wet sounds of her cock-sucking filled the cabin, joined at once by the delicious, meaty slap of her pussy and asshole being pounded.
Paang♡ Paang♡ Paang♡ Paang♡
Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡
Marie’s pussy, glazed in her own juices, and the groins of the two guides likewise gleamed with her slick. The cabin, once thick with nothing but male musk, gradually filled with a sharp, fragrant female scent that shoved the male odor aside.
“Huff, huff, huff!”
The males who caught that scent poured every function of body and brain into breeding and pumped their hips with abandon.
Borak, the one whose cock was buried in her mouth, grimaced as his shaft swelled a fraction thicker.
Ah♡ It’s coming.
Marie felt the climax approaching and sucked harder, urging it on.
“Schluurp♡ Chuuuuuup♡”
“Kuh! Cumming!”
Brrrrrrrrrrrt♡
Borak’s cock erupted; the thick jet raced down her esophagus toward her stomach, but a portion slipped into her windpipe. Marie’s inexperience was to blame. She yanked the cock free and coughed violently.
“Cough! Cough!”
“Ah, shit, sorry, sorry. I’ll get you water.”
Borak apologized while she kept coughing and turned to fetch water—
“Eheheh, having fun without me, are we?”
—only to find Serena standing there, face twisted with lewd amusement and thick with lust.
“Jesus! When the hell did you wake up?!”
Borak jumped a full foot. Serena giggled at the sight and dropped to her knees.
“Ihihi, more importantly… it reeks so fucking good♡ Stay still. I’ll clean you up.”
She sniffed the cock-scent with greedy little sniffs, licked her lips, then opened wide and stuck out her tongue.
“Aaah~♡”
“Heh heh, then I’ll gratefully use it.”
Borak grinned and pushed his still-hard cock forward. Serena took the shaft—coated in juices and cum—into her mouth without a second’s hesitation.
“Haup! Schlooop♡ Schlock♡ Chup!”
“Ooooh!”
Where Marie’s blowjob had been frantic and sloppy, Serena’s was slow, thorough, almost reverent. The difference between a glutton and a gourmet. Under that careful stimulation Borak’s cock swelled again; Serena cleaned it from root to tip in one long, luxurious suck until the shaft that had been filthy with his cum and Marie’s juices now gleamed with nothing but Serena’s spit.
Looking at the polished cock, a thought crossed her mind.
But can you really call something clean after wiping it with spit?
Some people call spit dirty. Plenty of men would happily drink their own, and just as many would drink Marie’s juices under the same logic. In the end, what counts as dirty or clean is purely subjective…
No. That rabbit hole never ends.
Serena banished the spiraling thoughts and gave Borak’s ass a light slap.
“Go finish what you were doing. I’ll take care of you soon.”
“Heh heh, gladly.”
Borak strutted off with his erection leading the way to fetch water. Serena watched Marie and the two guides still pounding away, milk spraying from Marie’s breasts with every thrust.
Doesn’t look like rape… was she just the type who plays hard to get? Or is it the body’s influence?
Either way, Serena was delighted that another playmate she could enjoy later had appeared.
Slap♡ Slap♡ Slap♡
Marie was gushing so hard the sound of flesh meeting flesh had become the dull, wet slap of water on water, and the interval between impacts grew shorter and shorter.
The sign of impending climax.
“Seed! Please plant your seed in meee♡”
“Everything else is fine, but no getting pregnant, okay?”
“I understa—haah♡ Serena, divine… oooh♡ power!”
Marie’s voice was desperate as she begged Serena for divine power. Serena briefly wondered why Marie didn’t just use her own, but it was no real trouble, so she supplied it—though in a more interesting fashion. She locked Marie into a deep, sticky kiss and poured the power through oral contact.
“Churp♡ Haah♡ Hauuum♡”
The taste of semen—yet not ordinary semen. Fragrant, rich, savory.
Kyuuung♡
At the same moment a mark—no, a Holy Gate—was branded onto Marie’s womb.
Serena, Marie, even the reader outside this novel might get confused, but it was a Holy Gate, not a Vulva Gate.
…Though the difference in function was negligible.
“Cumming!”
Brrrrrrrrrt♡
“———♡♡♡”
Fortunately the Vulva Gate (lol) that settled into place a split-second before ejaculation joyfully welcomed the sperm flooding the womb, yet thoroughly protected its mistress’s eggs from human seed.
“Puaaah♡”
Once the climax ended Serena broke the kiss and checked Marie’s face. It was the perfect expression of a Breeding Womb drunk on the ecstasy of sex, tinged with the sweet regret of not having conceived—the cherry on top.
“Hey… you said divine power?”
The lead guide rose slowly and addressed Serena.
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I’ll pay any price. Could you please grant us one request…?”
Serena found the sudden humility odd, but the moment he heard the words “divine power” he had dropped into that posture; clearly he needed it for something important.
“Well, fine by me… Heal, Bless!”
Mid-conversation Serena cast Heal and Bless on the guides. Their depleted stamina from climax not only returned—it overflowed, leaving them staring at their own bodies in shock.
“First things first—we fuck the living daylights out of each other, then we work.”
“Waaah… Mom, Dad! It doesn’t hurt anymore!”
“Thank you! Thank you, Sister!”
The little girl who had been lying in bed, coughing and unable to sit up, sprang upright with sparkling energy. Her mother bowed again and again to the nun.
“The Goddess’s grace is equal for all. I am merely the vessel that delivers it.”
The nun—Serena—held the Emblem of Light, a cross with a heart at its center, and answered with perfect humility.
Watching her, the lead guide Borison wore an expression of pure disbelief.
Is that really the same bitch who was running around naked yelling “pussy-pay”?
Seen like this she looked every inch a beautiful, refined, noble Holy Maiden. The contrast was so violent Borison wondered if he was dreaming.
But the moment the wife and daughter looked away, Serena gave him a filthy little grin, formed a circle with thumb and forefinger, stuck out the rest of her fingers, shaped her mouth into an “O,” and flicked her tongue in a perfect blowjob mime. Proof positive she was the same shameless bitch who had taken his cum into her womb while refusing to get pregnant.
He got hard. Yet the joy of his daughter’s recovery let him push the temptation aside; he hid the erection as best he could and spoke to Serena.
“Truly, truly thank you! How can I ever repay this kindness…!”
“Kindness is a bit much… Ah, by the way—you mentioned that the same ominous things have been happening in Corson Village?”
“…Yes. Ever since the Hero was defeated ten years ago. Judging by the priest who kept complaining that divine power had grown weak, he must be desperate for help right now.”
Ten years ago. After the Hero’s crushing defeat the Goddess’s influence had waned; priests had dwindled and grown feeble. Borison simply gave thanks for today’s miracle and promised to guide Serena and Marie to Corson Village.
“It’s… nothing fancy, but would you stay the night? We’ll prepare dinner. Is there anything you can’t eat?”
“Ah, thank you for the hospitality. I don’t have any restrictions… Marie?”
“Neither do I.”
And so Serena and Marie accepted the warm dinner of Borison’s family. Later, while the wife slept soundly in the marital bed, the two of them quietly fucked Borison right beside her.
When morning came the wife was startled by her husband’s hollow-eyed face, but he claimed he had suffered a nightmare and Serena healed him on the spot, so the whole affair ended as a minor incident.