Cocks Keep Coming Without a Moment's Rest
Barely thirty minutes had passed, and already another cock stood proudly before me, thick and rearing.
It was so outrageous I hardly knew what to do with myself — yet the instant my eyes fell on that monstrous shaft, my body began to race with a traitorous, pounding heat.
He stood on the far side of the wall; he could have no idea what expression I wore, or what I was doing. Still, Carti thrust his cock deeper through the hole as if the timing were perfect.
Why the hell is he shoving this thing at me?
For reasons I could not name, I swallowed hard. At the same time, the rational part of me tried to dissect the situation with cold clarity.
This was not the story I knew.
In the original plot, Carti was supposed to meet Hamarlon three separate times, building a fragile connection, until he finally lost control and drove his cock deep into the confessional hole. But this was our first encounter.
Carti was written as a young man who at least tried to cling to reason. He should not have been baring his lust so brazenly from the very start.
How had an utterly ordinary, wholesome confession turned into a demand that the Saintess pull him off?
"I... I feel as though I might go mad..."
Because Carti had been set as a polite virgin youth, his speech was far more respectful than the last extra's. Of course, ramming his cock all the way through the hole was anything but respectful.
"Hhk...!"
While I was still wrestling with a dozen thoughts, the tip of Carti's glans pressed firmly against my nose. The thick, long-fermented musk of unwashed cock flooded my nostrils and stabbed straight into my brain.
Instinctively I jerked my head back, putting distance between us — but it did not last. Something forced my body forward again, drawing my face closer to his cock as if an invisible hand were guiding me. At the same moment my hand began to rise of its own accord.
This body was clearly determined to taste the cock right in front of it, no matter what my mind said.
Stop...! Stop it!
I would rather die than touch the thing. Even freshly washed it would have been revolting; this one had been marinating in its own sweat.
"Nngh...♡"
Yet before I knew it a short moan slipped out of me, and my fingers closed tight around that massive pillar.
Leave it to the Saintess of an erotic game — the moment she saw a cock she went into heat as if it were the most natural thing in the world. What the hell was I supposed to do?
"Th-this is impossible..."
It was scorching hot, as if it would burn my palm, and the veins throbbed so hard I felt them pulse against my fingers. Even with a wall between us, the sheer length of it was hard to believe.
"P-please... hurry... I beg of you..."
Shlick-shlick-shlick—!!
His urgent voice was joined by the motion of his hips. He used my hand like a hole, plunging in to the hilt and drawing back until the ridge of his glans brushed my index finger, over and over. Even though he was essentially fucking my fist alone, the shaft writhed and twitched with shameless pleasure.
"Haaah... haaah... hhk!"
The moans that accompanied every thrust were loud and unrestrained. Well — if I were in his place and felt a woman's hand on my cock, I'd probably sound the same.
"Is this... truly of help to you?"
"Yes... it's far better than when I do it alone... I think I'm going to come...!"
Already? Wait — just how many premature ejaculators does this world have?
"What? Hold on a—"
I tried frantically to pull my hand away, but he couldn't wait. He slammed into my fist as if it were a fleshlight, thrusting with violent urgency.
"Hnnnngh!"
"Kyaaah!"
Bwoooosh—!!
There was no time to free my hand, no time to get my face clear of his glans. In a single merciless burst, thick ropes of cum painted my face pure white.
My hand, my face, my clothes — everything was filthy. Every breath I took filled my lungs with the overpowering reek of semen.
"Hhk...♡"
Some animal part of me knew that if I kept inhaling it my head would go wrong, so I clamped my mouth and nose shut in a panic.
Except—
"Mmphp?! Ughk...!"
—I had used the hand still dripping with cum. Pure revulsion made me yank it away and spit out every drop that had entered my mouth.
In that same instant my lower belly dropped, a heavy, sinking lurch, and my pussy ignited — hot and itchy beyond any control.
"Hahhhk... hnnnph!"
A moan tore out of me before I could stop it; only then did I clamp my lips shut.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why was I getting this aroused over something so disgusting? Back when I was a man, even a speck of cum on my fingers would have sent me scrubbing with soap until they were raw.
"I still... f-feel as though I might burst..."
As if determined to confuse me further, his cock remained rock-hard, twitching greedily right in front of my eyes. The harder I tried to squeeze my eyes shut, the wider they opened, staring at every detail. Worse, my mouth parted as if preparing to take the entire thick shaft inside.
Having it rammed into my pussy was one thing. Putting this in my mouth was beyond the pale — especially a cock that proudly reeked this badly.
"I... I can't...♡"
The words left me as a soft, helpless mutter.
"Hyaaaahmph...♡"
And then I swallowed his cock whole.
A sharp, salty tang bloomed across my tongue — fishy and strange. I had only ever shot cum before; I had never tasted it. This was the first time.
"Hnnngh! To think you would... take my cock into your mouth like this...!"
His voice was pure rapture.
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust—!!
"Hgghhmph♥ Hnnnghph♥"
He drove into my mouth with brutal force. It was nothing like when I had held him with my hand — and my body answered just as differently.
"Chluuurp...♡"
"I-if you suck me like that... I really will go mad...!"
My jaw ached from how wide it was forced open, yet I still managed to slip my tongue through the narrow gap between my lower lip and his shaft, lapping stickily at the base while my lips clenched and released in a greedy rhythm. I treated that nauseating cock as if it were the sweetest candy; tongue and lips never stopped for a second.
"It feels... so good...!"
Whenever his dense pubic hair brushed my face through the hole, a thick, rotting musk flooded my nose until my sense of smell itself seemed about to short-circuit and take my brain with it.
"S-Saintess...!"
Fwoooomp—!!
"Hggghhmmph♥"
Breaking every rule of the confessional, he cried out for me in a voice thick with passion and slammed all the way in. My narrow throat was forced open as if being punched through; he scraped roughly against the soft lining deep inside.
"It feels so good I think I'll lose my mind! Who would have thought the Saintess's mouth-pussy would squeeze my cock this perfectly...!"
Every line, every reaction was straight out of the game. Carti's signature was mindless, crude thrusting simply because a woman's mouth felt good for the first time. Back when I was still a virgin myself I used to lecture him that women wouldn't enjoy being treated that way.
"Your mouth-pussy is so fucking hot, Saintess! How am I supposed to be satisfied with mere handjobs after this?! You're a Saintess — how can you have a mouth-pussy this obscenely good?!"
He kept up the savage pistoning, then buried himself to the root and ground his hips, stirring his cock deep in my throat.
"Ghhkmmph♥"
I couldn't breathe. Tears welled at the corners of my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. My vision blurred as my eyes began to roll back.
What a sight I must have made — eyes rolling while I choked on a cock. Who would ever believe I used to be a man? I looked no different from any cock-addicted bitch in heat.
"Hnnngh! I-if you tighten your lips like that...!"
As he slowly began to pull out, my lips clung to the shaft as if refusing to let go.
And then—
"Hnnnnngh!"
Bwoooosh—!!
"Hggghhmmph♥"
Cum blasted straight against my uvula, flooding my throat in thick, heavy surges. There was no need to swallow; it poured down with enough force to weight my stomach.
"Ghhmmph♥"
"Nnngh...!"
Pop—!!
When he yanked the still-twitching cock free in one motion, the sound was obscenely wet and vulgar. Not a single drop of cum escaped my lips.
"Cough...! Cough-cough...!"
Only a thick, sticky strand of saliva — mixed with a little residual cum — dribbled from the corner of my mouth.
"Haaah... hahh...♡"
Every breath I took reeked of semen, as if I had inhaled it through my nose rather than swallowed it.
"Thank you for your service."
Calmed by two orgasms, Carti fastened his belt buckle and left the confessional as if nothing at all had happened.
Every man who finished with Hamarlon ended with that same polite little line. So that detail was the same — yet the most important part, the way Hamarlon herself got fucked, was already different?
"Haaah...♡ I really think I'm going to throw up...♡"
I opened my mouth wide, ready to force everything back up. I meant to jam my fingers down my throat—
"Hyaahmph...♡ Chluurp... chuuuup...♡"
—but instead I started sucking the cum off my fingers with vulgar, lewd little sounds.
"Hnnmmph♥ S-so good...♡"
The words coming out of my mouth were not normal. It was as if I had completely forgotten I had ever been a man and had lived as Hamarlon from the start — a filthy bitch in permanent heat.
"Cum keeps... dripping from my pussy...♡"
In the quiet of the confessional I heard a soft, wet patter. The thick load the first extra had pumped into me was still leaking out.
While I watched it, my fingers drifted down without permission. They found the place that had replaced the cock I'd lived with for twenty-five years: my clitoris.
Squeeeze—!!
"Hyaaaaiiigh♥"
I had only pressed lightly. Yet my whole body jolted as if electrocuted; a shiver raced up my spine so hard it felt like it might tear free. At the same time cum gushed out in a sudden flood, and fresh love juices followed in a slick trail.
The intensity was so alien I clamped my thighs shut in a panic — only to open them again moments later on pure instinct, staring down at my own pussy.
"Th-this is... the clit, and this... the outer lips. And if I spread them... hnn...♡ the inner lips... all the way to the entrance...♡ It's a real pussy."
Still sucking my cum-slick fingers as if addicted to the taste, I examined myself in detail. It was identical to Hamarlon's pussy from the game — right down to the light dusting of ash-gray pubic hair.
The moment I imagined how many cocks would pound this pussy and how much cum would fill it, a full-body shudder ran through me.
"This is... completely insane...♡"
I could not accept that a former man was fingering a pussy while fantasizing about being fucked. But what I thought no longer mattered. What mattered was that my fingers were happily rubbing my clitoris.
"If this keeps up... I'm really going to become Hamarlon."
Hamarlon's ending was to be gang-banged by countless cocks, cum pouring from every hole. If the game played out as written, far harder scenes than this were waiting for me.
"S-snap out of it. I can't do this."
I refused to become the public free-use cock-sleeve Hamarlon without a fight. Now that I was living as her, I had to forge my own path.
I shook my head hard, stood up, and stepped out of the confessional. Trying to ignore the thick droplets of cum that still slid down my thighs, I forced myself to walk.