Taming the Saintess (4)
“H-Huh...!?”
Lucia bolted upright in bed, her face etched with shock.
“Ugh...”
Her head throbbed faintly. Sweat, and something sticky—she realized she was in bed. Beside her, Carrot slept soundly, breathing softly.
Grimacing, she replayed the recent events in her mind.
Was it a dream...?
She had clearly witnessed an intimate scene between Lucy and Carrot. The memory was vivid: her eyes locking with Carrot's as she mindlessly lapped at the girl's pussy. Before she could even react to the shock, Rachel had appeared from behind. A sharp sting at her temple, and then blackness—that much she remembered.
She hurriedly patted herself down, even scanning her body with holy power, but found nothing amiss. As expected, it must have been a dream.
“Hoo...”
With a sigh of relief, she lay back down beside Carrot. Right, there's no way that could be real. She'd just been on edge after imagining something like that between Carrot and Rachel. The idea of Lucy and Carrot being involved was utterly ridiculous. It was probably just a dream fueled by her overflowing lust lately.
She closed her eyes, pulling Carrot into a tight embrace and inhaling the sweet, fruity scent. Soon, she drifted back to sleep.
At the same time, Carrot's arms wrapped around Lucia's waist.
“...Carrot?”
She buried her face in Lucia's chest—what was this about? But Carrot said nothing, simply kneading Lucia's body silently. A hand slipped into her panties, and the room's atmosphere heated up in an instant.
Caught off guard by the sudden touch, Lucia's face flushed with confusion. She bit her lip hard, drew in a sharp breath, and accepted the fingers toying with her pussy.
“Hah, hah... hngh...”
“My, my... having a nice dream, are we?”
“S-Sorry... I should've been more careful...”
“It's fine. This was your fate anyway, Saintess dear.”
“H-Hweee...”
Lucia remained bound to the chair. Her eyes were wrapped tightly in bandages, her body secured with thick, sturdy ropes. A gag muffled her mouth, preventing any incantations. Even if she broke through the Sound Gate's dream spell, these were precautions for if she regained consciousness. With her mouth sealed, no chants; hands bound behind her, no holy power release. She could try a wild burst of holy power, but that would involve physical force and damage her own body. And Carrot was lying nearby, after all.
“Hngh, hngh...”
Now naked, Lucia drooled steadily.
“Hee, h-heee...”
Beside her, Carrot's face had melted into a dopey expression, letting out foolish sounds.
It had been a close call. If they'd been even a moment later, who knows what Lucia might have done. Thanks to the pre-imprinted Sound Gate framework weakening her magic resistance, the hasty sleep spell had landed perfectly. But now it was a race against time. They needed to complete the Sound Gate at least enough to blur her memories before she woke. Otherwise, she'd sense something off, and they'd face an official "purification" from the church. Attacking humans made demons like them the most dangerous targets.
“Hmm... I'll handle the rest, Mom. Mind stepping out for a bit? Just in case something unexpected happens—you can help then.”
“Y-Yes, yesss...”
At that, Lucy scampered off.
“Hngh, hngh-eup...”
Rachel stared at the blissfully moaning Lucia, lost in thought. How to imprint the Sound Gate on that body? Then a brilliant idea struck: use Carrot.
Imprinting on a high holy power priestess like Lucia was no easy task. But there was a way—overwhelm her holy power temporarily with even stronger holy power. A counterfire approach.
If she fired Carrot's potent holy power precisely at the Sound Gate spot, that area would be defenseless for a moment.
“Hngh...”
Licking her lips, Rachel got to work. She gazed at Carrot's face for a moment.
“Carrot. Come here for a sec?”
“Yesss...”
She positioned Carrot in front of Lucia, then stood rigidly behind her, lightly embracing her body and blowing softly into her ear.
“Hiiik...!”
Carrot shuddered violently, moaning. She'd been sucked and teased senseless by Lucy earlier, leaving her mind full of cracks. Rachel planned to exploit those.
“Now, let's see... Carrot, could you manifest your holy power for a moment?”
“Y-Yes...? W-Why-yy...?”
“I need it for something.”
Carrot hesitated, her instincts sensing something off. The Sound Gate was only at stage 2; full submission came at stage 5, so resistance was expected. No big deal for Rachel.
Squeeze—
“Hi, hiigghhh...!”
Rachel yanked Carrot's nipple hard, twisting her fingers over the abused bud that had been sucked and pinched to near-death. Slap, smack— The stimulation was too intense; Carrot's legs buckled, and she leaned into Rachel, her feet twitching uselessly, unable to support her weight.
“Do it.”
“N-Nooo... th-that, noo...”
Squeeze—
“Hiiik...!”
Annoyed by the lingering hesitation, Rachel twisted harder, mashing the areola and nipple viciously. She pressed her knee into Carrot's pussy for support, drawing out a dumb “Agh, haaak—” groan.
“Aghh... n-no, stooop...”
“Do it.”
“Guh... hngghk...”
Watching the bound, panting Lucia, Carrot struggled to hold out. Rachel nipped her earlobe and kept her hands moving relentlessly. Then, in a low, commanding voice:
“Do it.”
“Y-Yes, haaah...”
Carrot could resist no longer.
“Hii, hiit...”
She let out cute moans as she staggered forward, raising her hand and focusing her mind. Brilliant light gathered above her palm.
“Good girl, Carrot. Now... use that to strip the holy power from the Saintess's lower abdomen.”
“Yesss...?”
“Quickly.”
Squelch, squelch—
Still hesitating? Rachel reached down and stirred her pussy wildly.
“Hiee, hiiik... o-okay, okaaayyy...”
The mad frenzy on her most sensitive spot made Carrot nod frantically. She was under orgasm denial; no matter how much it was stirred, only maddening pleasure built—no release.
“Hngh... Lucia... ngh...”
Carrot slowly extended her hand. Calling Lucia's name, she pressed the radiant holy power to her lower belly.
“Ugh, ughk... eek, aghh...!”
Lucia's body shook violently. The chair rattled—thud, thud—as she gritted her teeth. The clashing holy powers strained her body.
“Ughk, kkh... hngh...”
Head thrown back, drool streaming, her fingers trembled. Then she slumped forward.
“Hee, haaak... ughh...”
She panted roughly, barely enduring the holy power surge.
“Well done.”
Now the spot was open for imprinting. This temporary suppression wouldn't last long.
“Now... the Saintess gets to be comrades with Carrot.”
With that, Rachel climbed onto Lucia's lap. She extended a hand, gathering pink demonic energy at her fingertip, then—squeeze—
“Hiiik...!?”
Pressed it into the Sound Gate spot. Lucia's body jerked and quivered—the initial rejection response.
“Ugh...”
Rachel furrowed her brow too. Even with holy power suppressed, Lucia was innately demonic-resistant. Enduring a saintess's resistance unscathed was impossible. This was already miraculous, thanks to Carrot. Without her, Rachel's finger would have burned off.
“Hoo... Saintess... resistance is pointless...?”
She forced out each word. A pink line etched slowly onto the lower abdomen.
“Haa, haaak...”
Fluid leaked profusely from Lucia's pussy—sensitivity rising. She trembled, clenched her teeth, curled her toes. Even lost in a happy dream with Carrot, her instincts fought the Sound Gate.
“Ugh...”
Rachel's finger shook too—it wasn't easy. Pouring all her power, she struggled to complete it.
“Haa... hee... ugh...?”
Did her effort pay off? Lucia's trembling eased. Then it stopped abruptly.
Squirt, squirt—
“Ah, haaaak...!”
Her mouth gaped in a ragged moan. What burst from her pussy was a gush of tide.
Rachel, still imprinting, bit her lip hard.
“Kkh...!”
Thud—
She flew backward, collapsing.
“Haa, haa... ugh...”
She'd poured 80% of her mana—pushed to the absolute limit and bounced back.
How'd it go...?
Scrambling up in panic, Rachel stared. Failure here meant doom; awakened Lucia would wreck the mansion.
And then—before her trembling eyes—
“...Haha.”
A vividly glowing Sound Gate appeared. Not complete—about 40% progress. Better than expected.
Swallowing dryly, she approached the slumped Lucia. Smack— A light kiss.
Delicious...
Pure yin energy flowed in—dense, pristine, the kind only the strongest women possessed. Her mana recovered by 10%, incredibly rich and high-quality. Completely different from Carrot's.
“Haa...”
At the same time, heat stirred in Rachel's lower belly. Just a taste, and she was ravenous.
Wiping sweat, she licked her lips. Before her: Lucia, limp in dream; beside, Carrot, hands behind back, pussy drooling.
Before the girls return... a little more?
Salivating, she gripped Carrot's ass hard.
Two prime bitches drooling fluids, defenseless, scents wafting—impossible to ignore.
“Ahn...”
Rachel suckled Carrot's nape noisily, starting there to replenish yin before devouring Lucia.
Things went better than expected...
She'd thought taming Lucia would take another month. Lucy's slip-up accelerated it.
Entwining tongues with Carrot, she sat beside Lucia. Snapping her fingers lightly, she commanded:
“Saintess, everything today was just a dream. Got it?”
“Y-Yes, ehh...”
Lucia's trembling voice replied. With that, she sank back into Rachel's dream spell.
Carrot's fall was only a matter of time; Lucia's too. Phase one complete: collars on two lionesses. Next—send the trained one back to her den to tame the rest.
Rachel's long-cherished ambition truly began now.