Chapter 215: The Chapel Where You Can't Leave Without Mating (2)
Chapter 215: The Chapel Where You Can't Leave Without Mating (2)
The altar before the statue.
Helena, having climbed atop it, spread her legs to reveal her pussy.
In that position, she clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest as if in prayer, looking up at me with a look of grim determination.
She looked like a living sacrifice being offered to a god.
"I do not know well what I must do, so I shall leave everything to you, Brother."
"Pardon?"
"Please... handle me however you find most comfortable."
"……."
Oh.
Helena was the type who wasn't very good at keeping up appearances. As she said herself, she spent the time others used to learn such things on studying monster raid strategies instead.
So, these weren't words meant to arouse me; she was sincerely saying that since they were about to have sex and she didn't know anything about lewd things, she was putting herself entirely in my hands.
Though, ironically, that made it even more arousing.
"So... you're saying that no matter what I do, you won't resist and will follow my lead, Lady Helena?"
"Yes. However, as I... as I mentioned at the start, please be as gentle as possible."
"Don't worry. I have no intention of mindlessly tormenting a beginner."
Of course, that implied I had every intention of tormenting her as long as it wasn't 'mindless.'
I reached out toward Helena with a bright smile.
"Ngh."
Helena reflexively squeezed her clasped hands tight, her tension showing.
However, my hand headed for the crown of her head.
Stroke, stroke.
"Your hair is very soft. And quite long, too."
As I lifted her long, single braid, Helena nodded with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Actually... it is a point of pride for me. Among priests who must be frugal and neat, it is one of the few ways one can adorn oneself."
"Aha? It certainly sparkles more than most ornaments. And it's a bit cute, like a tail."
"Cu-Cute...?"
Helena stammered, flustered. After letting go of her hair, I moved my hand down to stroke her forehead.
Then, I traced her eyes and cheekbones with my fingers, pressed firmly against her soft cheeks with my palm, and playfully tapped the tip of her nose.
"Ngh."
This was different from simply messing with her hair; it was skinship clearly leaning toward affection rather than mere friendliness.
Her face flushed crimson in an instant. I took hold of Helena's chin as she instinctively tried to shrink her neck back.
Then, I extended my index and middle fingers and slid them between Helena's pink lips.
"Heh?"
I admired Helena's dazed face—she clearly hadn't expected this—as I caught the tongue inside.
Squish.
"Ueh...?"
Was she panicked because she didn't understand why I was suddenly grabbing her tongue?
Well, it didn't matter. She was about to learn just how lewd a part of the body the tongue could be.
I pulled Helena's tongue, caught between my fingers, straight out.
"Ahe..."
Helena's mouth naturally fell open, her tongue lolling out. I lightly bit down on it.
"Hngh?!"
It wasn't enough to hurt. Just enough that she couldn't pull it away without applying force.
Helena's tongue wiggled for a moment in panic, but perhaps remembering her vow to leave everything to me, she gave up resisting shortly after.
Only after her tongue went limp did I release it from my teeth. Then, as her tongue tried to retreat to its original place, I entangled it with my own.
"Haaah..."
Of course, the tongue alone wasn't enough, so I fixed it in place with my lips, sucking gently as if inhaling.
It looked as if I were devouring Helena's tongue.
In that state, I began to lick every nook and cranny of her tongue.
Slurp, lick.
"Ahn! Hngh...!"
Startled by the focused stimulation on her tongue, Helena tried to say something, but...
How many words can one say without using their tongue? Ignoring her, I continued to suck on it.
Schlurp. Pop.
This was originally a type of foreplay Carla often did to me. I was just trying it out since I was the one pleasuring Helena this time, but...
"Nn... ahh..."
Her reaction was better than expected.
Even though I'd only been nursing her tongue for a short while, her voice was already growing moist.
I meticulously tickled the back of her tongue and gave the tip a final, light nip before finally letting go.
"Ahe..."
Helena let her tongue hang out, dripping saliva—whether mine or hers, it was hard to tell. The slight loss of focus in her eyes gave off a strangely decadent charm.
I watched the scene with satisfaction before my gaze drifted to her hands, which were still tightly clasped even now.
A medallion peeked out from between her fingers. A thin silver chain connected to it hung around her neck.
She likely wore it like a necklace and held it in her hands to pray whenever necessary.
It wasn't very noticeable when she was dressed, but now that she was naked, it stood out, catching my attention.
"Hmm."
"Hic!"
I nodded and reached out. Helena, still half-dazed, flinched and tried to cover the gap with her hands as if she couldn't hand over the medallion.
Squish.
"Ah."
What I was interested in wasn't the medallion or her prayer-clasped hands, but the large breasts behind them.
I whispered to Helena, who prioritized her medallion over her own chest.
"Is the medallion I gave you that precious?"
"...Yes. How could it not be? It is a divine object of this Church, the reward for my first dungeon clear, and an item filled with memories of Brother Yandel."
Knead, squeeze.
I spoke as I gripped her breast firmly, my hand full.
"But since you suddenly became so awkward after I gave it to you, I thought you hated it."
"N-Not at all! I was truly happy. It was just..."
"Just?"
When I lightly pinched the nipple I was holding, Helena's body trembled violently, and she spoke hurriedly.
"Hyak! It was just that I mistakenly thought the favor you asked for in return would be something lewd! And then, of all things, a few days later I saw you enjoying yourself with Sister Fay in a nun's habit... Ugh! I-I have spoken honestly, so please let go now...!"
Caught by the nipple, she didn't know what to do and pleaded while tapping my arm. Nipples are a weak point... mental note taken.
I chuckled, rolling Helena's nipple between my fingertips.
"Then, shall we make a simple bet? Like when we competed to see who could kill more slimes in the dungeon last time."
"Pardon? Right now?"
I took my hand off her nipple and nodded, instead grabbing her entire breast and kneading it roughly.
"Right now, of course. It's nothing major. You said you take this prayer pose whenever you get nervous, right?"
"That is correct. So, this does not mean I am failing to focus on you, Brother, or anything like that..."
"Oh, that part is fine. It actually makes me quite excited because it gives off the vibe of a nun hoping for a divine miracle in the face of a cruel reality, only to be ruthlessly defiled in the end."
"……."
Mmm. That look of contempt. After receiving it a few times, I have to say, it's starting to get me going.
I made Helena horrified! I can dominate Helena's emotions!
I was snickering to myself for a moment, then I explained the terms of the bet to Helena, whose face was still twitching as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Don't look at me like that. Anyway, if you don't let go of the medallion until we're finished today, it's your victory. If you let go, it's mine... How about it?"
"...And what happens if I win?"
"I was planning to clear one more dungeon before summer vacation ends. You can come with me then."
"I recall that making me a party member was already the price for the medallion."
"Ehey! Don't sweat the small stuff! Anyway, if you win, that's that, and if I win, we'll start speaking informally to each other."
"……."
Helena stared at me for a moment before showing her characteristic benevolent smile.
It was a bet in name, but did she realize I was trying to entice her to participate actively?
"If I win, you take me to a dungeon, and if you win, we use comfortable titles for each other... Is that correct?"
"Exactly. What do you say? Deal?"
"It is true that I am very lacking in these matters, but I have heard a few things. Everyone says that at first, it only hurts and it is difficult to feel pleasure."
Having said that, Helena nodded calmly, as if she'd already adapted to having her nipples toyed with.
"Very well. Give it your best. I shall not let go so easily. ...After all, I am a real nun."
That was a statement very much conscious of the roleplay I'd done with Fay.
It was a provocation in its own way, and while her triumphant expression was nice...
Saying such things while naked, legs wide open, and breasts in my grip only made her look incredibly lewd.
I smirked and nodded, then slowly lowered my hand. At the same time, I bent my knees and crouched down.
"Huk?!"
Helena's crotch was now right in front of my face.
Her golden pubic hair was quite thick, but it wasn't just the color that resembled her hair; it was neatly groomed and pleasant to look at.
And what of the pussy beneath?
Normally, the plump labia majora would have hidden it, but because her legs were spread, the inside was slightly revealed.
However, this wasn't enough. I took a light breath and slowly spread Helena's pussy open.
"Ah... if you spread it like that, everything is visible..."
Helena squeezed her eyes shut in shame. Conversely, I opened my eyes as wide as possible.
Cute labia minora like butterfly wings. A clitoris already peeking its head out. While love fluid didn't seem to be flowing yet, the pale pink flesh remained moist.
The vaginal opening visible slightly below was so small it looked like it would be difficult to fit even a single finger.
As I pushed my thumb a bit further inside and spread it again, the small opening widened, and the interior was gradually revealed.
The first thing I saw was, of course, the small hymen. Beyond it, dense vaginal ridges welcomed me, as if hinting that it would surely feel good once I went inside.
I stared at the inside for so long that she must have felt embarrassed. Helena spoke in a mumbling voice.
"Um... Brother? If you stare so intently..."
"Ah."
I suppose I focused a bit too much, thinking that once this moment passed, I would never see Helena's virgin pussy again.
First, let's start by lightly stroking the clit.
However, it felt like a waste to close the pussy I'd gone to the trouble of opening so nicely, so I kept my hands where they were and just poked my tongue out.
Lick.
The tip of my tongue stroked Helena's clitoris, which had peeked out from under its hood, from bottom to top. And then.
"Hyaaaaaah!"
With a violent moan, Helena's hips jerked. Looking closely, her vaginal opening was pulsing, vomiting out love fluid.
"……?"
What? Just from one touch?
I have a feeling she's a total novice.