Chapter 214: The Chapel You Can't Leave Without Mating
Chapter 214: The Chapel You Can't Leave Without Mating
I was trapped in a room you couldn't leave without having sex.
"Ah..."
Helena let out a shaky breath as she realized the situation, her body trembling.
Was she feeling betrayed by the Righteous Light, who had essentially served her up on a silver platter to be devoured?
Or was she simply terrified of what was to come, despite having claimed she was prepared?
Helena began to back away, clutching her medallion. Of course, it wasn't long before she was forced to stop, her back hitting the base of the statue.
Step, step.
As I walked toward her, her golden eyes looked up at me, and she swallowed hard.
"B-Brother..."
"Yes, Lady Helena."
With nowhere left to retreat, Helena sank down onto the altar in front of the statue, her hands still clasped together in a plea.
"Please... be gentle with me..."
"If that is what you wish."
Is that posture a habit that comes out whenever she's incredibly nervous?
It looked like she was praying to me, which made the corners of my mouth twitch upward into a smirk despite myself.
"...Phew."
Unaware of my inner thoughts, Helena let out a sigh of relief. I reached out and caught her chin, tilting her head up.
"Hic!"
Helena's eyes went wide as she let out a hiccup. As I slowly raised the hand holding her chin, she stood up to follow the movement.
Once she was back on her feet, I wrapped my other arm around her waist.
"Hic!"
Helena's face went pale for a moment before flushing a deep red. She seemed quite busy oscillating between the two.
I chuckled softly at the sight of her reflexively squeezing her clasped hands in front of her chest.
"W-What is it? Why are you laughing, Brother? Did I do something strange?"
"No. It's just that you're beautiful."
"Such... such lies are unnecessary. I appreciate the sentiment, but I am well aware that I lack compared to the others."
"I'm serious. You are beautiful, Lady Helena."
"But I..."
Helena hesitated for a long time before finally speaking tentatively.
"But I am just a stiff nun who knows nothing of sophisticated dress or speech. While others were learning instruments and dance, I was learning how to crush the heads of cultists and monsters."
"Oh... then our tastes are perfectly aligned. I find women who are good at crushing heads incredibly cool."
"......"
Helena paused at my casual, immediate response, then nodded as if she finally understood.
"I see. I had forgotten your tastes, Brother Yandel. So now, instead of a nun cosplayer, you'll be holding a real nun."
"Hah."
I was momentarily taken aback by her sudden, blunt remark.
Then, quite boldly, Helena pressed her body against mine.
Since I was already holding her chin and waist, her movement was essentially rubbing her body against me.
Ssh, ssh.
The smooth fabric of her nun's habit made a rustling sound as it frictioned against my clothes. At the same time, I felt the softness of her female form through my entire body.
Her voluptuous breasts, prominent even through the habit, pressed against my chest, and her firm abdomen rubbed against my crotch.
Even though it was just the two of us, Helena whispered into my ear as if afraid someone might overhear.
"Today... we have been brought together by the Lord's matchmaking. Both you and I may feel goodwill toward each other, but perhaps not yet romantic love."
"Well, that's..."
She wasn't wrong. Regardless of my desire to hold her, if asked if I loved her, the answer would have to be a bit ambiguous.
"However, that is only the story for now. Things can change in the future. ...For now, why don't we start by fulfilling the formalities?"
"Formalities?"
"Yes. Traditionally, a wedding in the Church of Light concludes with a kiss before the Lord."
"Aha."
I knew exactly what she was trying to say. Even without words, the way she slightly tilted her head up made it obvious.
Squeeze.
I tightened my grip on her waist.
We were pressed so tightly together that one of my legs was practically wedged between hers, but Helena didn't resist.
Instead, she slowly closed her eyes and unclasped her praying hands, reaching up to wrap them around my neck.
"Um, Lady Helena? Could you keep your hands as they were?"
"Pardon?"
"I like it better that way."
"...I understand."
Though she looked bewildered, she complied with my request and resumed her prayer-like posture. I slowly pressed my lips against hers.
Mwah.
The addictive sensation of lips crushing against lips.
Her breath was irregular, betraying her nervousness, and her lips were stiff, keeping what was inside hidden.
It felt more like a long peck than a deep kiss. But for us, right now, this was just right.
When I pulled my face away and looked down at her, she averted her gaze.
I chuckled at the sight and slowly reached my hand behind her back. I pulled the zipper, and the nun's habit instantly loosened.
I shouldn't tear it like I did with Fay; I should take it off gently.
As her back felt the cool air, Helena realized my intent and began to undress with stiff, mechanical movements.
I also shed my clothes in one go, hanging them on a nearby pew. When I looked back at Helena...
"Wow..."
"Ugh... P-Please don't stare so much, Brother. It's embarrassing and makes it hard to finish undressing."
There stood Helena, having removed her habit and now taking off her underwear.
Her white bra had already been discarded, neatly placed atop her habit, and she was currently pulling down her panties.
However, it seemed it would take a moment, as she had to navigate her stockings and garter belt first.
"You were wearing a garter belt under your nun's habit?"
"T-This is part of the official attire. It's to keep the stockings firmly in place and prevent bare legs from being exposed through the side slits."
"But it's even more erotic when you take the habit off."
"...I cannot deny that."
Helena muttered softly, then hurriedly finished undressing and stood naked before me.
Her brilliant blonde hair was neatly braided into a single strand. She was the type who looked slender in clothes, but her breasts were surprisingly large.
Below them was a slender waist and the soft-looking belly I had imagined while touching the Righteous Light.
Of course, she wasn't flabby. In fact, her silhouette was quite firm.
It felt more like soft flesh covering muscle. It had a luscious quality that made me want to touch it again.
While I was scanning Helena, she must have been observing me as well.
"Your muscles... are more impressive than I expected, Brother. It seems you haven't neglected your training despite being a mage."
"Haha... something like that."
My body had naturally improved as my stats rose. It was a different kind of effort, but it was still something earned through hard work.
As we stood there admiring each other's midsections, our gazes naturally drifted lower.
Her pubic hair, the same golden color as her head, was neatly groomed, and her plump pussy was tightly closed, as if asserting her claim that this was indeed her first time.
"Ugh. Ah. That..."
Helena looked surprised at my cock, which had been fully erect for a while now.
Her jaw-dropping reaction was quite satisfying. But there was one thing missing before we could truly begin.
"Priestess Helena."
"Y-Yes. What is it, Brother?"
She tried her best to maintain eye contact, but her gaze kept flickering down toward my member.
"Could you put the garter belt back on?"
"Pardon?"
"Ah, I meant put just the garter belt back on, without the underwear."
"...Pardon?"
Helena looked at me with an expression of contempt I hadn't seen in a long time.
A chill ran down my spine, and my lower half throbbed.
"Hic! W-Why did it just move?!"
"This thing usually moves regardless of my will. Anyway, you'll put the garter belt on, right?"
"Well... if that is what you wish, Brother..."
Helena began rummaging through her discarded clothes.
I took a moment to admire the sight of her breasts swaying as she bent over, yielding to gravity.
Before long, Helena stood before me again, fidgeting, wearing nothing but the garter belt.
"H-How is it, Brother? Is it to your liking?"
"...It's the best."
When I clumsily made the sign of the cross of the Righteous Light—a gesture I'd seen a few times—Helena giggled as if her tension had finally broken.
The way her "holy power pouches" bounced when she laughed was impressive... but now that I looked, her rear was even more incredible.
Was it emphasized because of the garter belt?
Looking at her hips, thighs, and her large, rounded ass, I couldn't hold back any longer.
I thrust my cock toward Helena and spoke.
"We need to get things wet before we start, so could you sit here?"
"Ugh... Yes..."
Helena hesitated for a moment since I was pointing at the altar in front of the statue, but she soon seemed to make up her mind and crawled up onto it.
And then, without being told, she naturally spread her legs.
With her pussy fully exposed and her hands clasped in prayer before her chest, she looked like a living sacrifice offered to God.
"I do not know what to do, so I will leave everything to you, Brother."
"Pardon?"
"Please... handle me however you please."
"......"
Oh.