#2-13 The Saintess Has Submitted (Sharon - Living Onahole Sex♥) (1)
It had been hellish days for Sharon. A hell brimming with pleasure, if such a thing could even be called hell.
Ever since the day she'd rebelled against Gaon and pressed a knife to his throat, Sharon had been relentlessly tormented under the pretext of "discipline." Tossed into what he called the "maturation" process, she endured sexual torture from morning till night, day after day.
Sometimes she was slathered in aphrodisiacs, bound, and left abandoned for hours like this. Other times, she was thrown into that tentacle-infested room, her body rubbed and teased everywhere, toyed with mercilessly. She'd been strapped to a bed like a surgical table, her flesh remodeled by Gaon's own hands while fully conscious, forced to watch and endure every change in her body firsthand.
Experiencing her own transformation directly was terrifying in so many ways, yet thrilling too. Each remodeling turned her body into something alien, and in just a few days, Sharon had gone through it multiple times.
And what other punishments had she endured? Humiliating naked walks on a leash? Forced to beg not to, only for Gaon to make her urinate right in front of him in a degrading play? Even in the scant sleep she managed, erotic dreams tormented her, subjecting her to violation and training even in her subconscious. Upon waking, she'd be fucked in deliberately sadistic, mischievous ways, humiliated beyond measure.
The worst was when he used his bizarre skill to control her orgasms. The denial lasted maybe ten minutes at most—a tolerable stretch on its own. But amid days of endless climaxes, those occasional brakes were unbearably torturous, far beyond imagination.
...Until when.
How long...!
Sharon was wearing down. Something invisible was visibly chipping away under Gaon's cruel torments.
Her pride as a saintess, her iron will—they'd become poison now. If only her self-esteem were a bit lower, her temperament a touch softer. Then she might receive the pampering treatment of someone like Sion, fawning sweetly before Gaon's eyes.
...Don't make me laugh.
Of course, Sharon's towering pride made that impossible. She harbored not a shred of desire to submit meekly and earn his favor.
I'm a saintess. The second saintess of this nation, chosen by the Goddess herself.
Me, the Goddess's proud sword and shield... reduced to that trash's bitch? Over my dead body.
Gaon's eyes occasionally warped Sharon's mind. Using his Hypnosis skill, he twisted her memories and perceptions. Yet even then, she stubbornly refused the slave submission oath. Even if her sense of self shifted, even if she forgot she was a saintess—she rejected total surrender to the end.
That's why she hadn't yet become his slave. Not his property, not his Hero Unit. And she never would be.
At least, not until the core in her heart—the flame called "saintess"—snapped.
* * *
A soft touch grazed her skin, and Sharon flinched.
Her body burned feverishly hot, her skin hypersensitive. The blindfold still blocked her vision, sharpening her other senses even more.
"Sharon, sorry for making you endure so long again. I like you, Saintess, so I don't want you hating me. Let me apologize. Forgive me?"
Crazy bastard.
In the darkness behind the blindfold, Gaon's voice drew curses from her mind. Without the gag, she'd have spat them aloud.
The more she talked to him, the clearer his insanity became. This remark was no exception—utterly unhinged. He was genuinely sorry. Sorry, yet doing this, and thinking an apology would earn forgiveness.
Crazy bastard. It was the only way Sharon could describe him.
"I'll untie you, so don't thrash around. Not like last time, wild filly."
His hands began unfastening her restraints one by one. The blindfold came off, restoring her sight; the gag was removed from her mouth. With a clank, chains and leather belts fell away, freeing her limbs at last.
Sharon tried to steady herself but collapsed limply to the floor. Her eyes glared fiercely at Gaon, but exhaustion betrayed her expression.
Gaon cupped her cheeks, turning her face this way and that to check for marks. There were some, but a few rubs from his hand made them vanish.
Even that light touch and friction humiliated her, as her body registered it all too keenly.
"Ba...!"
She started to complain, but a massive cock swept across her face, silencing her.
Just its approach shut her mouth. She'd been trained to become an obedient bitch at the sight of her male master's—Gaon's—penis.
The conditioning's results were undeniable.
"Alright, Saintess. After this final fuck, I'll let you rest for the day."
"......Ngh."
"Just asking, but feeling like submitting yet? If you swear submission, I'll be gentle."
"...I'd die before submitting to you."
"Too bad."
Gaon didn't seem surprised, his face showing no real disappointment.
. . .
And as promised, Sharon was ravaged by Gaon's cock.
The "final" sex was anything but simple. Pinned beneath him, she spent two full hours bred like a living onahole.
Squish, squish, splurt—
"Ugh... oooh... uuughhh...!!"
"Saintess, Saintess, your pussy's getting sweeter and stickier by the day. You're feeling it too, right? Sharon the Saintess? Answer me."
"Ah, aah♡ Uheeuk♡♡"
Gaon fucked purely to vent his overflowing incubus lust, for his pleasure alone. No thought for Sharon's strain as he slammed his cock down into her womb with crushing force, again and again.
Her pussy and womb convulsed in violent ecstasy. Forced to climax repeatedly, Sharon wailed.
...I don't want to feel good from this...
Used like this. Yet her conditioned body savored the sweet pleasure and bliss even now.
No matter how she denied it, her "woman" side kept insisting on the happiness.
Gloop, gloop, gloop, gloop—
"Oh, ooh...! So much coming out, so much... Gonna fill your womb right up, Saintess...!"
"No... nooo... don't... I'll get pregnant..."
Naturally, his semen flooded deep into her belly. The Erotic Tattoo he'd etched on her prevented conception, but he never told her that. So every creampie left her trembling with pregnancy fears.
Sharon's pussy wasn't the only hole treated like a living onahole. To sate his desires, Gaon used every available orifice without mercy.
Not a spot from head to toe lacked pleasure. She'd mastered kissing; her breasts had grown larger, softer; her belly and ass even more fun to grope.
"Haa... stop... stop it... wh-why... does it feel this good...♡ Don't touch...♡ I hate getting more pleasure...♡♡"
Through repeated training, aphrodisiacs, and modifications, her entire body felt like erogenous zones. Squeeze anywhere, and she'd squeal "Hiiik♡," leaking pussy juice everywhere. Her lower belly's Erotic Tattoo hummed and glowed, its amplified effects pushing her over the edge.
No, no.
I'll turn into a real idiot...!
"Kuh... hng...♡"
Sharon crawled away desperately, trying to avoid another climax. But her futile struggle ended with her legs grabbed.
"Can't run, Saintess. Still got more left."
"No, no... stop... I won't forgive you..."
"Gotta work hard to Persuasion you into forgiving me. I wanna get along with you, Saintess."
"What are you even... You're insane... The Goddess will punish you...!"
Baring her teeth in protest, Sharon's face crumpled again as he tormented her clit. Then his thick cock plunged back into her sopping pussy.
The rigid shaft buried in her primed, sweet folds, and Sharon howled in bitch ecstasy that made her forget she was a saintess. Her pussy squirted wildly, soaking them both.
. . .
Hiiik... ngh... haa... haat... ah... haaah...
Finally, after what felt like ages, the final fuck ended.
Sprawled on the bed, Sharon panted pitifully, drenched head to toe in semen. Despite dozens of orgasms, her body's heat still blazed.
But before it could fully subside, her stamina gave out first.
Splurt, splurt...!
Gaon sprayed his last load of the day over her. Fresh white cum coated her already filthy body, making her limbs and breasts quiver.
"Good work today. Sleep well, Saintess."
And Sharon's consciousness plunged into darkness. She passed out cold.