#2-15 The Saintess Doesn't Want to Submit♥ (Lemon - Penalty Drink Betting Game, Betting Sex♥) (4)
Saintess Lemon was a devout and diligent follower of the Goddess. Though she hailed from an orphanage, her faith was spotless, and her kindness and gentleness endeared her to the people of the Holy Light Kingdom more than anyone. Compared to the elusive First Saintess or the Second Saintess, who handled security and military affairs, Lemon's approachable nature made her especially popular among the common folk.
Even the Second Saintess, Sharon, who had grown up in the church since childhood, acknowledged Lemon's superior faith. There had been a time when Sharon thought Noa needed counseling and passed it off to Lemon instead—not out of laziness, but because she believed the Third Saintess would listen better and offer more insightful advice.
The most saintly of all saintesses. That was the verdict from both church insiders and the public alike. Though her political standing within the church was weak, she commanded the love and admiration of the masses and the faithful. A saintess of virtue and prestige, one might say.
Swish swish swish—
Squeeze, squeeze, squiiiish... Rub rub... Squish squish squish.
"Haa... haa... Lord Gaon... God Gaon...♡ Ahh, this magnificent cock... deep in my worthless tits... I'm so happy right now...♡ I can't even find the words for how grateful I am...!"
Yet here was that very saintess, her grotesque male counterpart's cock wedged between her breasts as she serviced him. Thanks to the generous saliva she'd slathered in there, faint wet sounds echoed each time she worked her ample, ripened flesh. Her pure white body was fully exposed, save for the nun's habit still perched on her head—a detail that made the scene even more obscenely lewd than full nudity.
"You might wanna hurry it up a bit? The hourglass is running low. Lose, and it's penalty drink time—you know the rules."
"Eek... But the penalty... church law says saintesses can't drink to the point of intoxication..."
Troubled, Lemon redoubled her efforts, kneading her feminine curves more aggressively to coax the buried shaft toward release. But contrary to her growing anxiety, it remained frustratingly relaxed.
'Ah, aah, what a magnificent, handsome cock... As expected of a god...'
'Everything about God is perfection itself... There's no way a pathetic fuck-meat saintess like me could beat the perfect body of God... his divine cock...♡'
Those vulgar words, unfit for a saintess's lips, were the fruits of her succubus trainers' labors. Terms that would once have made her blush just to hear were now second nature—"cock," "pussy," and all.
The holy idol of the nation, everyone's sweetheart, tossing around back-alley thug slang without a second thought...
"Time's up."
"Ah..."
And with that, Lemon—still diligently pumping her titty-fuck—let out a sigh of defeat.
"You gave it your all, Saintess, but the sand's all gone. That's a loss for you~ Penalty drink time~."
The succubus minding the hourglass announced the verdict and approached, wineglass in hand. The loser's forfeit in their betting game.
Lemon accepted it with a wistful look, cradling it reverently in both hands before tipping it slowly to her lips. As Melissa the succubus cheered, "One shot, one shot! Down the hatch, glug glug gluuuug~," Lemon drained it in one bold gulp.
"Cough... I-I drank it all..."
"Woo~ Saintess knows how to party~! On to the next bet~!!"
Melissa hyped up the crowd with glee, preparing the lots for the next game. Lemon watched the scene in a daze, her cheeks even more flushed than before.
They'd started with a casual home party in the living room—cooking, drinking, chatting, and light games. Now, in this spacious third-floor room, they were on round two: drinking games. Even without the bets, they'd pick someone at random for a fuck whenever the mood struck, or dress them up in random outfits for fun. Loose, carefree times.
Amy, no longer alone these days, had been sent off early to sleep. Everyone else was here now, minus Nella, who'd dipped out midway.
"Lemon, you okay?"
"Y-Yeah... Hehe... I'm f-fiiiine...♡"
She seemed to be holding up, but her eyes were glazing over just a bit. Not a total lightweight, but with four penalty drinks already down—plus whatever she'd had at the party...
Gaon offered his cock to such a Lemon. Unrelieved, it looked pent-up in every sense.
Having finished her penalty, she approached again, this time boldly engulfing it in her mouth and sucking hard. Slurp slurp, cheeks hollowing as she stimulated it. Sometimes she'd release it to swirl her tongue meticulously over the glans, top and bottom.
Yet Gaon's cock held firm, refusing climax.
"Wanna serve it with your pussy, Lemon?"
"Y-Yes...♡ It's an honor to serve God...♡"
Still revering him as a deity, even drunk, she climbed atop his lap with humble delight. Guiding the gripped shaft to her tightly clenched entrance, she lowered her hips slowly.
"Nngh...♡♡"
The booze made her drop faster than planned. The thick meat plunged deeper than expected, sending shivers of sharp pleasure through her as it thudded against her core. Her waist began to move—slow at first, then with eager vigor.
"Nnh, nnh, ah...♡"
Not just up and down; she'd grind deep like a millstone, writhe her whole body coquettishly, delighting all his senses. Unintentional on her part, but thanks to the succubi's dream-training, sex and service were ingrained habits. Even intoxicated, her body moved on autopilot, deploying every technique flawlessly.
Hff, nngh, nnh... Aahh...
Gaon lounged back relaxedly as Lemon rode him. Her pretty face, slightly furrowed, was still stunningly beautiful.
When Gaon leaned in mid-thrust, she met him with a kiss. Tongues tangled sloppily, yet her hips never faltered, her pussy pleasuring him methodically. Each motion amplified the cock's throbbing presence inside, the way it mashed her womb—driving her wild with bliss.
And at last.
Her devoted service paid off; Gaon's cock finally stirred.
"Cumming, gonna cum, shooting it, here it comes, Lemon. Cumming."
"Ah, ah, aaah...! Lord Gaon, God Gaaaan...♡ Inside, cum inside me♡♡ I'm your seedbed...♡ Bathe my worthless sow-saintess cum-dump pussy with your noble seed... flood my womb... aaah...♡ Lots, fill me... AAAAAAAAAAAH♡♡...!!"
Lemon shattered again, climaxing as her back arched. Gaon gripped her ass tight, stirring her depths wildly before unleashing his load. Potent semen flooded her saintly pussy in hot, thick waves.
...
Lemon stayed slumped against Gaon atop his lap, clinging to him long after. Profound gratitude and joy filled her.
She was so happy. Unthinkingly rubbing her ripened body against him, but he didn't mind.
'God's... aaah, his noble seed inside me... I don't deserve it... bliss...♡♡'
Her faith, once directed at the Goddess, now poured entirely into Gaon. That pure, admired devotion now fueled her utter happiness in serving him.
Finally sated, Lemon rose. She pulled off the cock, then cleaned it meticulously with her mouth. The same lips that once preached the Goddess's words and church doctrine, urging abstinence from lewd acts.
The nation's idol, beloved by all—now acting the cheap whore.
Gaon stroked her ass appreciatively until the cleanup ended, then turned away.
"Shall I draw the next one, Lord Gaon? Or need a break?"
"Nah, I'm good. Pull it now?"
"Sure~."
Melissa, who'd just prepped the lots, drew first: the game type. Then the opponent.
Lemon had been picked this way too.
The next: Sharon.
Gaon petted Sion, who'd crawled to his feet unnoticed, and glanced at the room's corner.
"Sharon next. ...She good to go?"
Sharon stood there in the corner, arms raised high, nipple clamps biting down, legs spread wide with a self-thrusting magic dildo buried inside.
Heart and Noa, flanking her, stepped back.
"Nngh, oooh♡"
Right on cue, Sharon climaxed, thrusting her hips forward in a half-hanging slump. Squirt! Fluids sprayed out; she convulsed long minutes before going limp. The dildo, bereft of her grip, slipped free with a wet plop and hit the floor.