Sacred Heresy Interrogation (2)
The moment Hans's lips sealed tightly against her most intimate place, Lucia's waist arched violently.
"Hiiit! Ngh!"
"Endure it," Hans said, ignoring her completely as he continued his relentless stimulation. His fingers gently circled her clitoris before tapping and teasing the entrance of her vagina.
"Ah, ugh... uuuu...!"
A suppressed moan escaped from between Lucia's lips. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. This was her first time experiencing such blatant, direct contact. A pleasure so intense it felt like her brain was melting flooded through her.
But Hans decided this wasn't enough.
'Fingers alone won't cut it. I need something with real impact.'
If he started with just his fingers like he had with Rina and her reaction turned lukewarm, his head would literally fly off. The terror of knowing he would die if he couldn't send her over the edge completely dominated his mind.
His tongue was already numb and tingling from having dealt with Eila and Rina back-to-back.
"Switching to vacuum resonance therapy," Hans declared with grim determination.
"W-what is that..."
Before Lucia could even finish asking, Hans buried his face between her legs.
Chomp.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Hans's lips pushed through her lush forest and pressed firmly, without a single gap, against her pussy. Then he inhaled deeply.
Shuuuuuuuuup—!
An incredibly powerful suction force erupted.
"Huuuugh! N-no! Something—something's being sucked out!" Lucia screamed.
Just like a vacuum cleaner, her clitoris and vaginal entrance were pulled straight into Hans's mouth.
"Aaaaah! It's weird! My head—my head is going strange!"
Lucia's hands clutched desperately at Hans's head. It was impossible to tell whether she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.
Sluuuuurp! Chup! Chup!
'This much I can handle. Just think of it as kimchi stew. Really well-fermented, aged kimchi stew.'
While his mouth created a perfect vacuum deep against her perineum and sucked relentlessly, his free right hand firmly pressed down on her now rock-hard clitoris and rolled it vigorously. A simultaneous upper-and-lower assault.
Lucia's reason completely disintegrated under Hans's dual-pronged offensive—his mouth vacuuming her pussy while his fingers injected waves of pleasure.
"Haaang! Uwaaang! Stop, please stop! Stoooop!"
Lucia thrashed wildly, but her body was honest. Her waist lifted higher and higher, and her legs were clamping down around Hans's shoulders. Her sanity was collapsing.
'Heresy interrogation... verification... magic circle...'
Such words evaporated into white nothingness inside her mind. The only thing that existed in the world now was the soul-devouring, intense suction she felt between her legs.
"It's coming... something... something's about to explode...!"
Lucia's eyes rolled back. Her ultra-sensitive constitution had reached its absolute limit. The muscles inside her vagina began convulsing and contracting violently.
Hans instinctively knew. It was here.
He didn't pull his mouth away. Instead, he sucked even harder.
"Ah, aaaaaaaaaang—!"
Lucia's scream tore through the temple like it was being ripped apart.
And at that moment—
Pushuuuuuuuuush—!
A massive torrent exploded outward.
It was on an entirely different scale from what had happened with Karen. The volume was like a broken dam. A transparent liquid with a yellowish tint slammed into Hans's mouth, soaked his face, and cascaded down onto the altar floor.
It was a genuine squirting.
"Pffft...!"
Hans nearly suffocated. He wanted nothing more than to yank his mouth away and run, but he desperately clung to his sanity. If he stopped this flood now, all the hard work he'd put into the "turbid energy purification" performance would lose its luster. He had to draw it out thoroughly, overwhelmingly, to completely solidify his position.
With tears in his eyes, he gulped down Lucia's gushing fluids.
Gulp. Gulp.
The fishy, salty taste burned down his throat, but Hans only pressed his fingers harder against her swollen clitoris, rubbing it with even greater ferocity. His mouth met the pouring stream head-on, swallowing it down, while his hand mercilessly wrung out the next wave. A desperate, all-out battle.
"Aaaaaagh! N-no! No more, no more is coming ouuuut!"
Lucia arched her back like a bow and screamed, but Hans paid her no mind. He kept his face buried between her thighs, working his tongue even more violently.
Like a broken faucet, an even thicker, deeper yellow liquid gushed from Lucia's most private place like a waterfall. If the first had been clear spring water, this was like the release of something long-fermented and condensed—carrying a pungent, urine-like stench that assaulted Hans's face.
It was neither a volume nor a concentration that a human throat could reasonably handle. Hans gave up trying to swallow with his mouth open. He simply squeezed his eyes shut and endured the hot, sour deluge that drenched his entire face.
Even then, his right hand never stopped moving. Even as the torrent blinded him and cut off his breath, he refused to let go of her enlarged clitoris, rubbing and twisting it with obsessive persistence.
"Haaauu, uwaaaaaa...!"
Lucia finally rolled her eyes back and went limp, as if she'd fainted. Her stomach convulsed as it rose and fell, and between her legs, the remaining fluids still bubbled and spurted, soaking the altar.
At least to the watching Karen, it must have looked like a sacred ritual in which Hans was desperately extracting turbid energy to save Lucia.
And yet, the magic circle remained completely silent.
"You saw it..." Hans said, lifting his head as he wiped his mouth. His face glistened, completely covered in Lucia's love juices.
"There was... no magical reaction."
The sight of him drenched in female ejaculation was utterly obscene, yet at the same time, it carried a strange aura of holiness.
Karen slowly approached. Her eyes widened.
"T-this... this can't be..."
Karen shuddered as she stared at the massive puddle of liquid pooled on the altar.
"You're saying all of that was turbid energy that was inside Lucia's body?"
"Yes. It was... incredibly potent," Hans replied, tasting the lingering salty tang on his tongue.
Lucia struggled to lift her head and look at Hans. In her eyes, there was no contempt—only a chaotic mix of confusion, shame, and an inexplicable sense of defeat.
"My... my body... was this tainted..."
Lucia whimpered. She was in shock at the realization that she had been carrying such an enormous amount of turbid energy. And at the selfless sacrifice of the man who had swallowed every last drop of that filthy energy without a single complaint, a corner of her heart throbbed painfully.
"I can't believe it..."
Lucia wrapped her trembling hands around her lower abdomen. It felt refreshingly empty inside. Her mind was clear, and her body felt lighter. Was this the power of purification?
"I acknowledge it..." Lucia said in a voice barely above a whisper.
"You... are not a heretic."
It was a success.
Hans cheered inwardly.
'I'm alive! Miss Masa! Miss Eila! Mom! Dad! Sister! I survived!'
All he wanted now was to go home, wash up, and sleep. He desperately wanted to gargle with salt water to clean his mouth.
He was just about to shakily get to his feet when—
Tap.
Karen grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Hans."
Her eyes were anything but ordinary. They burned with a mad glint—pure curiosity and a thirst for knowledge that was completely different from Eila or Rina.
"Last time... why didn't you use that vacuum resonance on me?"
"Pardon?"
"You only used your fingers on me. Just your fingers."
Karen pouted her lips in clear dissatisfaction.
"Perform the same... oral purification ritual on me that you did for Lucia."
"Ah, um, Miss Karen? I'm currently quite low on stamina..."
"I implore you! I still feel like residual turbid energy remains in my body and it feels unclean!"
Karen would not accept refusal. Without hesitation, she began removing her skirt-style armor.
Clank. Clatter.
The silver plate armor fell to the floor, leaving only her white shirt and panties. Then even those were thrown aside.
On the altar, right beside the still-recovering Lucia, Karen lay down. She spread her legs wide and urged him on.
"Now, quickly! Purge every last bit of my turbid energy!"
Hans stared blankly between Karen's legs. The place where she had discarded her plain white panties. Compared to Lucia, her pubic hair was neat and tidy, her flesh a soft pink. And though Karen herself hadn't noticed because she'd been watching Lucia's squirting, her pussy was already wet with arousal.
Most of all... it was clean.
It was clearly a zone that had been washed that very morning—probably still carried the faint scent of soap. A pristine territory.
Hans's nose twitched in response.
'Yeah... I need to rinse my mouth.'
This was the perfect opportunity to cleanse his palate after it had been terrorized by Lucia's aged-kimchi-like fluids.
Almost in a trance, Hans crawled between Karen's legs.
"Understood. This is a special service."
"Ooh! I'm looking forward to it!"
Hans buried his face in Karen's pussy. A refreshing, tart flavor—like lemon.
"This is it..."
Hans moved his tongue with deep satisfaction.
"Huuuugh! Hans! That's it! That exact feeling!"
Karen let out a triumphant shout.
Lucia watched with dazed eyes as her friend ascended to paradise right beside her. The sight of a man soaked in her own fluids now devouring her friend's most private place. It was a bizarre, blasphemous threesome, yet each of the three people present was lost in completely different thoughts.
'Wow... it's so refreshing... my head feels fuzzy...' (Lucia)
'Getting stronger! Getting stronger! Getting stronger!' (Karen)
'Delicious...' (Hans)
Slurp slurp slurp slurp!
Hans's tongue moved faster and faster. Karen's waist arched like a bow and bucked upward. In perfect sync, a massive pillar of liquid erupted from her most sacred place, shooting toward the temple ceiling.
"Uraaaaaah—!"
Accompanied by a knight's signature thunderous battle cry, Karen's holy nectar poured down over Hans's head like a waterfall.
Hans had completely sent both women over the edge using only his mouth and hands.
The men of this world were extremely conservative when it came to sex. They upheld chivalry and religious purity, considering it beneath them. To them, putting one's mouth on a woman's most private place or granting her such raw, explicit pleasure was an unimaginably vulgar act.
But Hans had yet to realize that this very vulgarity was the most powerful weapon for bringing proud female knights and heretic inquisitors to their knees.