Chapter 89 - Klea's Service!
"Master. Hold on a sec."
As I was heading out the door, Lizbet beckoned me to lean down and whispered in my ear.
"Be forceful with Klea... treat her like she's your slave. Then she'll service you on her own♡"
What the hell had Lizbet said to her...? I was curious, but more than that, it piqued my interest. Treat Klea like my slave? And then she'd service me willingly? I'd thought we were still a ways off from that, but damn, this was getting exciting.
"And... I told her to do to Baul exactly what she did to you, and compare the two♡"
...Huh? Wait, Lizbet. Why the fuck would you do that!?
...No, hold up. Actually, thinking about it, that sounds pretty damn good. Have her compare her lover to this monstrous horse cock of mine...? Sure, she dropped that bomb without telling me, but now that I mull it over, it doesn't sound half bad. Hell, it's got me looking forward to it.
As if reading my growing anticipation, Lizbet flashed a delighted smile and slipped out of the room.
Now it was just me and Klea left alone. The faint rustle of her adjusting her nun's habit was like fuel to the fire in my gut. I sprawled back on the sofa, arm draped over the backrest, and called out to her.
"Klea."
"Y-yes!?"
She jumped at my voice, shoulders hunching in surprise.
"Come here and sit beside me."
At my words, she flinched slightly but obeyed without a word, settling next to me.
"Lizbet mentioned you'd service me on your own."
I stroked the soft golden strands spilling out from under her veil, pressing close to her as I asked. Klea kept her head bowed, hands clasped tightly on her lap, trembling for a moment before slowly nodding.
"Oh... now that's appreciated. Truth be told, I was worried about you after that dangerous ordeal, and with you stuck in the church, it felt awkward to ask for anything."
"...Th-thank you for your consideration..."
In reality, I'd been too focused on turning Lizbet into my bitch to check in, but whatever. I smirked inwardly, sliding my hand from her hair to drape my arm around her shoulders, casually cupping one of her massive tits.
She shuddered violently under my touch, letting out a soft moan, but she didn't push my hand away—she accepted it meekly. So she was offering to service me without me even asking...?
"Hmm... I remember telling you to speak freely without holding back, but damn, you're bold. Offering to satisfy my lust every day, cooped up in that church like you are."
"That's..."
She'd said before that she wouldn't hesitate to ask for anything, but with her trapped in the church afterward, it had gotten tricky to make requests. She wasn't at the stage where she'd throw herself at me yet, so I'd been pondering how to broach it without things getting weird... and now here she was, volunteering herself. Lizbet had pulled off a win right after becoming my woman. Guess I owed her some thanks—and time to enjoy this.
I kneaded Klea's bouncy, overflowing tits with relish, watching her face and body closely. Her head was bowed in deep embarrassment, body twitching with every squeeze. It might've looked like fear at a glance, but... up close, it was nothing like that.
Her posture—shoulders back, chest thrust forward—practically invited my hand to roam freely. Her flushed face screamed shame, but beneath it lurked a flicker of eager anticipation. Proof that Lizbet hadn't coerced her; Klea was surrendering to her own desires. In that case... time to satisfy them.
"Klea."
"...Y-yes...?"
I called her name softly, and she trembled as she answered.
"Take off your clothes and stand before me."
"Ah... uhn..."
The tremor in her body intensified under my hand, her heartbeat pounding like a drum in my palm. After a moment of quivering, she slowly reached up and removed her veil first.
Her shimmering golden hair cascaded free, stealing my gaze—long enough for her shaking hands to unwrap the scarf draped over her shoulders and upper body. A deep, tantalizing valley formed between her enormous breasts in the low-cut nun's habit, begging me to bury my face there.
Then, one by one, she undid the buttons along the skirt, revealing her pantyhose-clad legs in all their elegant glory. With the habit fully unfastened, she drew a deep breath, stood, and let it slip off completely.
Now in just her underwear and pantyhose, her translucent skin glowed with an otherworldly allure, those monstrous tits straining against the fabric. I watched in utter admiration, like I was munching popcorn at a show, savoring the view before giving my next order.
"...Underwear and stockings too. All of it."
"Hng... Y-yes..."
She kicked off her simple shoes and perched on the opposite sofa, peeling off the stockings with agonizing slowness—an erotic striptease that made me itch to stroke those legs. Her hands shook harder as she unhooked her bra, unleashing tits so massive they deserved the term monstrous. They jiggled enticingly, pink nipples gleaming atop translucent flesh.
Trembling, Klea panted softly and slid down her panties... revealing her gorgeous pussy, a glistening thread of arousal stretching between it and the fabric.
Satisfied with the full display, I summoned her for my final appraisal.
"Come stand before me. Don't cover your body."
"Haa... haa... Y-yes..."
Her face flushed crimson, she stepped forward, standing at attention and presenting her stunning form to me, quivering all the while.
Come to think of it, I'd seen her naked plenty before, but always half-forced, stealing glances while ravaging her mouth. This—her willingly baring herself completely for the first time—felt refreshingly different.
Despite their impossible size, her tits stood firm and perky, shapely as ripe fruit tempting me to devour them. Above her pussy, a neat bush of hair framed it invitingly. Unlike Lizbet's pristine, innocent slit, Klea's exuded mature allure, proof of her ripeness. A trickle of her juices leaked out, trailing down her thigh—a sign her hesitation toward me had melted away. Perfect.
This beautiful bitch servicing me... The thrill had my horse cock screaming for release, throbbing urgently.
"Haa... haa...♡"
I watched her panting in a daze, face alight with need, then stripped off my waistcloth and pants. Spreading my legs wide on the sofa, arms slung back, I beckoned her.
"Klea. Kneel before my horse cock."
And so began Klea's service—free of threats or force.