Chapter 66 - I Told You You'd End Up Doing Laundry!
I grabbed Klea, who looked like she was about to bolt, and dragged her back to my room. Lizbet was in the next room over, so I toyed with the idea of taking her somewhere else, but she seemed exhausted—probably out cold by now. No point dragging her off someplace inconvenient when doing it right here would be easier on the mind.
Glancing at Klea with that in mind, I caught her squirming, her face a mask of distress.
"Uh... do we really have to do this? Maybe this is..."
"What? Breaking a vow sworn on the goddess herself? Maybe I should snap a few pics and send them to Baul in a nice letter..."
"Eek..."
Pointless struggling. You're mine now, Klea.
"Don't overthink it. I said I'd keep your purity intact, didn't I?"
"O-okay... just please don't tell Baul..."
I stepped up to her, slipped off her veil, and stroked her shimmering golden hair.
"As long as you behave like a good girl, no need to worry. You get what I mean, right?"
"...Yes..."
I sat back on the bed, unwrapped the cloth from my waist, dropped my pants, and pulled out my horse cock, calling to her.
"Ready to start? Come kneel here."
Klea hesitated, then slowly dropped to her knees before my horse cock, positioning the massive thing right in front of her face.
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Kneeling before the horse cock, Klea felt suffocated by the overpowering, nose-stinging musk. She'd always caught a whiff of that beastly scent near Sema, but it had never been this intense—no grimacing or shortness of breath required. Yet the raw stench pouring from the horse cock right in front of her, Sema's manhood, was more than enough to choke her.
It was like the animalistic odor from his body mixed with the musky essence of a male, amplified dozens of times over. Her breath grew labored, her head foggy, but for some inexplicable reason, Klea found herself heating up as she inhaled it.
Calling out to the goddess in her mind, Klea snapped to when Sema called her name.
"Klea."
"Y-yes!?"
"You gonna keep that nun habit on? Not to be rude, but I produce a lot of cum. Remember last time?"
Her memory was hazy from the booze, but she recalled that thick fluid filling her mouth, spurting out her nose. And how it had overflowed, staining her clothes.
Still, stripping off her nun habit wasn't easy. She had a fiancé, Baul—stripping naked before another man? For a chaste nun like Klea, baring her body so casually was a huge hurdle, circumstances be damned.
"...I-it's fine... I'll just do it like this..."
"Suit yourself. You can always wash up before you go. Alright then..."
Sema gripped his horse cock and aimed the precum-drooling tip at her.
"Give it a grab and a lick."
Klea took a deep breath, steeling herself. Just endure it a little... If I can protect my purity from this brute...
But the moment her trembling hand touched the horse cock, her resolve crumbled under a wave of emotion.
Th-this size... Did I really fit this in my mouth? And it's throbbing so hard...
Sober this time, unlike before, Klea couldn't believe her hand was feeling the very manhood that had invaded her mouth. The sheer existence of such a massive organ was shocking enough, but where on earth did Sema keep something like this? Her vague explanations from him didn't help.
Were all men secretly this huge, contrary to what she'd known? The heat and girth pulsing in her palm stirred something unknown in Klea.
Something this big inside me... Is sex between men and women that rough? N-no, this size would be impossible...
Before she knew it, her mind was conjuring images of herself being ravaged by this horse cock. Even a pious nun like her, a ripe female in her years, felt a visceral shock from merely touching the monstrous thing.
Deep-buried female instincts began to awaken, her breath quickening, body flushing. Klea had always prayed to quell such unfamiliar arousal before. But now, armed with budding carnal knowledge and clutching a viciously throbbing horse cock, she was defenseless against its siren call.
"Feels good, but at this rate, it'll take all day. Why not try your mouth?"
"Ah, y-yes... You're right..."
Startled from her lewd reverie by Sema's voice, Klea shuddered and replied.
What kind of fantasy was that...? No, impossible...
It shocked her. With a fiancé like Baul, how could she imagine such a thing? Lingering here would warp her completely. Determined to finish quickly, she leaned toward the precum-slick glans.
I hate this, but I need to end it and get back...
She extended her tongue, and precum smeared across it. Panicking at the sudden fluid, she pulled back and asked Sema.
"Wh-what's this!? Some kind of liquid... D-did it already come out?"
"Nah, no way. That's precum. Called Cowper's fluid."
Even after Sema's explanation, Klea couldn't quite believe it. She vaguely remembered tasting something similar that drunken night, but the quantity escaped her—hard to confirm.
With no way to check, she tentatively licked the glans again, dubious.
"Nngh... Urgh... Weird taste..."
Sober now, the strange flavor warped her senses. Slick and sticky texture, thick and complex on her tongue. At first put off, Klea soon found herself drawn in.
So bizarre... but oddly compelling... this weird taste...
Growing accustomed to the horse cock and its precum, Klea licked away—but Sema wasn't impressed. Was it the nun in her? Unlike Lizbet, even as her initial trepidation faded, her tongue work stayed lackluster, like she didn't know the right pressure.
Sema placed a hand on her head.
"Klea. This isn't working. Bear with me a sec."
"Y-yes? What do you—"
Seizing her parted lips in surprise, Sema thrust his horse cock straight into her mouth.
"Mmph!?"
Klea's bandaged eyes widened beneath, her unfocused gaze betraying shock. But Sema gripped her head and shoved deep, heedless.
Caught off-guard, her mouth and throat offered no resistance, yielding to the invading horse cock.
"Mmph...! Ggh...! Khng...!"
Tears welled in her eyes as the cock pierced her throat, breath cut off, body quaking.
"Sorry. You're taking too long. Klea, I'll finish quick, so hang in there?"
Stroking her head reassuringly, Sema watched fear and confusion soften on her face. Soon, acclimating to the intrusion, Klea nodded faintly.
Taking the cue, Sema gripped her head and began slow thrusts.
"Khng...! Hng...! Mmmph...!"
She understood now, but enduring the impossible stretch in her mouth and throat was agony. Tears streamed as she prayed for it to end.
"Mmph...! Ggkh...! Ngh...! Ggkh...!"
Sema's hips sped up, the throat-fucking intensifying. Strangely, as the pace quickened, the pain ebbed, leaving Klea bewildered by the odd sensation.
What was this feeling? Unbeknownst to her, her pussy wept lewd fluids, soaking her nun habit.
"Hng...! Urgh...! Pfrrmph...!"
No more pain—just choking fullness, replaced by a teasing pleasure that toyed with her body. Her mind blanked white, thoughts dissolving until only one remained: Make this horse cock feel good with my mouth.
As her tightening throat amplified the stimulation, Sema shuddered.
"Klea...! Here it comes!"
"Mmph! Ngh...!"
Yanking her head flush to his crotch, Sema unleashed a torrent of horse semen.
"Ggkh...! Pffh...! Ggkh...!"
The massive load backed up in her constricted throat and esophagus, erupting from her mouth and nose. The yellowish semen cascaded vulgarly over her face, dripping onto her massive breasts and staining the pious nun habit.
The sensation of the cock buried in her throat. The backflow of thick semen. The nose-filling male musk. Overwhelmed, Klea felt ecstasy shiver up her spine like during her secret masturbations.
Sema trembled through his prolonged orgasm, then slowly withdrew.
"Khng...! Ggkh! Kerrk! *Cough*! *Cough*!"
Klea hacked up semen desperately gulping air. Regaining breath, she felt the viscous remnants coating her mouth and throat.
"Haa... haa...... *Gulp*."
Savoring the dense, creamy horse semen, she swallowed reflexively. To her, it tasted euphoric.
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"Heh. See? Told you you'd need laundry."
Sema smirked as Klea dressed. The habit was beyond salvaging, forcing her to strip bare before him again.
She'd chosen not to undress to avoid exposing herself, but irony struck—now naked while her clothes washed, Sema sidled up, draping an arm over her shoulder and kneading her breasts like old pals.
She wanted to refuse, but after the earlier intimacy... and oddly, she couldn't push away his reassuring gropes and chatter.
"...You're right..."
Who knew semen came in such volumes? Klea regretted her choice, dreading the routine ahead.
"...Haa... Will I have to go naked every time...?"
"Hmm... If I stay in horse form, maybe not so messy? But you'd need to move more, positions and all."
She vaguely pictured the four-legged monster she'd ridden—how to do this on that? Unimaginable.
"...I'll think about it. Anyway, I should..."
"Hold up. I'll walk you back."
"N-no need. I can't see, but the church is..."
"Nah, don't push it blind like that. I won't try anything."
With that, Sema led her out. His ears twitched at a door closing nearby.
...What? Sounds close...
Suspecting Lizbet next door, he shook it off.
Nah... She looked wiped. Probably crashed right away...
Lizbet was nearly conquered, but showing her with another woman was premature. She'd submit fully eventually, but until she accepted his other bitches, better hide it.
Still, if that sound was Lizbet...
Mulling futures and what-ifs, Sema escorted Klea to the church.