CHAPTER 2-13: The Saintess Has Submitted (Sharon - Saintess Submission♥) (3)
"If there's anything you need, just ask," I told her. To my surprise, Sharon asked Amy not for some escape tool or secret message, but for a newspaper.
Luckily, Amy managed to get one without issue and handed it over. The paper detailed the recent situation in the Holy Light Kingdom and news about the serial killer I'd deliberately kept in check. It had been about ten days since she'd slipped away from the church and ended up imprisoned here. Now I could see how many new victims had appeared in that time.
Something had clearly changed—the number of sacrifices had ballooned far beyond expectations. What used to happen every three or four days had shrunk to every two or three, with some even occurring in a single day. The killings, once confined to shadowy back alleys on the outskirts where no one would notice, had evolved into brazen home invasions, wiping out entire families.
Even more outrageously, the killer had apparently tried to infiltrate a church itself. It failed, thank goodness, but there was no guarantee it wouldn't try again.
Everyone's terrified.
They're all so worried.
They needed help. And a saintess existed to provide aid to those in need.
That's why Sharon hated me. Because I'd chained her here, she couldn't help them. She couldn't fulfill her duties as a saintess.
So she wouldn't submit. She wouldn't bow to this man.
She couldn't help people when they needed her most. While everyone trembled in fear and anxiety, she'd become a male plaything, toyed with and defiled.
But at the very least, she wouldn't declare submission under external pressure. Not on her pride as a saintess. Never, staking her final shred of dignity as one.
Ugh... sob... hic...!
"P-Please... don't press my bladder...♡"
Gaon had buried his face between Sharon's legs. She jerked her body as he sucked on her clit and pussy. Every time his tongue and lips worked her sensitive spots, and his thick hand pressed down on her lower abdomen over her bladder, it was unbearable.
"If you wanna pee, go ahead. I'll take it all today."
"Hah...! N-No... I don't wanna...!"
"It'd feel so much better if you just let it all out."
Gaon kept pressing her bladder relentlessly while continuing to lap at her pussy. His mouth slowly moved upward from her slick folds—to the cover of her womb on her lower belly, to her adorable navel, then beyond to her sides, armpits, collarbone, and nape.
Sharon's breasts and nipples were no exception. He kneaded the soft mounds as he embraced her, sucking on the hardened peaks.
But it wasn't rough. He handled her like delicate jewels or pearls rolling in his mouth—teasing stimulation only. Occasionally, he'd graze them with his teeth for that thrilling edge, but it wasn't enough. Not compared to the violent intensities she'd endured lately.
Like tentacles scrubbing her body raw, or being treated like a toilet or living onahole, raped and ravaged.
Compared to that... this is honestly nothing. Just gentle caressing...
It was, bluntly put, lover's foreplay. Soft, unremarkable stimulation. It had to be.
Yet strangely, Sharon felt it more intensely than usual. Her body was hypersensitive. Or had it always been this lewd and responsive?
Gaon's tongue gently nibbled her nipple. Just that sent white sparks exploding behind her eyes.
"Ahh, aaaaaah...!!"
Gaon mounted her from above, gripping both breasts firmly and kneading them. He flicked the nipples with his fingertips, tormenting them, then alternated sucking them into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue.
In response, milk leaked from her breast tips. Her modified tits could now squirt milk.
Sharon shook her head frantically. She couldn't believe the shivering pleasure surging from her teased breasts.
"Ugh♡ uuugh♡ Stop, stop...♡♡"
"Sharon, Sharon. Feels good?"
"Haat, haaah♡♡ Good, no, not good, not good, I won't like this...!"
"Your pussy's soaked for something you don't like. Nipples rock-hard too."
Gaon's hand groped her pussy. Pressing a finger into the slit made it slip right in without resistance.
Sharon let out a sharp "Eek!"
She bit her lip, speechless, opting for silence. But Gaon wouldn't allow even that—his fingers rubbed and gnawed at her nipples and clit.
Her mouth fell open, a lewd sigh escaping.
"Ah, aaah... No, can't... it feels good...♡"
"Getting honest, huh, Saintess Sharon."
"Uuh... aaah...♡ W-Weird... so weird... feels good, good, goooood...♡♡"
Squelch, squelch—fingers plunged into her pussy, stirring the hot, sticky depths. He thrust and scraped against the clinging walls.
"Ah, ah, aaah♡ Cumming, gonna cum♡♡"
Twitch, twitch, spiiiish—Sharon climaxed hard. From the earlier bladder pressure, she even squirted urine.
Gaon didn't care that his arm got soaked; he kept fingering her pussy through it all. He drove her even as she came.
Sharon screamed in near-agony, her voice a piercing moan.
Only after a long while, as the orgasm and piss subsided, did Gaon pull his fingers out. Even that withdrawal made her vision go white.
"Today's princess treatment for you, Sharon. I'll make you happier than ever—way better than usual."
He whispered hotly in her ear. The intimate breath made her shiver.
She wanted to retort, but his rubbing clit blanked her mind white again.
Aaah, this body... it's too damn sensitive now...
......
"Saintess Sharon seems to have a bit of a maso side, so we've gone pretty hard until now."
"But since you won't submit, I'm switching it up."
"Gonna give you that blissful, cherished girlfriend sex. Treat you like a precious bitch in heat."
Squelch—Gaon's cock sank into her. But the motion was slow and leisurely. Even buried deep, it only grazed her cervix tip before stopping—no more.
Minimal pressure, maximum pleasure.
It withdrew, then thrust back in with a wet plung. Just deep enough to kiss her womb, out again. Repeat.
That teasing, almost-nothing piston made Sharon—against her will—feel moved. Her body thrilled traitorously.
Ah, aaah... my body, it's happy...♡
Usual fucks ram pleasure in so hard, mind blanks after a few strokes... never noticed...
But realizing it... it's this good...♡♡
"Aaah, ah, stop, no more good feelings, stop♡... Scary, don't, don't wanna feel good...♡♡"
As if he'd stop for that. Thrust in, pull out, twist hips and push, withdraw. Each plunge dragged her chewy pussy walls inward; each pull made them cling and stretch.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—monotonous, rhythmic pistoning continued.
Sharon sighed in disbelief each time, shaking her head, moaning in ecstasy.
Before, overwhelming pleasure had broken her. Now, controlled pace let her savor every bit.
To teach her the true taste of pleasure. Undistorted sex bliss.
"Come on, Saintess. Roll over. That's it."
"Aaah... don't... hnnng...♡"
Gaon flipped her prone and kept pounding. She loved this position—doggy on all fours, or belly flat on the bed with full weight slamming from behind.
"You filthy dog slut."
He whispered in her ear, pressing his cock tip firmly against her womb—not crushing like usual, but enough to make her feel the womb pleasure vividly.
Sharon gasped and moaned into the mattress.
"Nnghoooooh...!! Oogh, uwoooooh♡"
She came hard again, fast. Not the instant mind-break violence, but slow-building from small sparks. That lingering pleasure filled her with sweet bliss longer than before.
"Feels good, right, Saintess?"
Like a soft noose of cotton around her throat. Gaon pressed his tip to her womb again, asking.
Face buried in the sheets, Sharon nodded frantically.