#2-8 Runaway Saintess Sharon (Sharon - Deflowering the Virgin Saintess♥) (3)
Sharon's first time was over. Her lavish first creampie had been no different. Now, her body—the body of a saintess that should have remained pure and noble—bore an indelible mark. From here on, her flesh would forever carry the label of being deflowered and stained by me. And that was far from the end of it. I hadn't snuck her here, evading the holy knights' eyes, just for a single round.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick—
"Wow, this feels amazing, Saintess. Feels incredible."
I wasn't just saying it—I meant every word—as I pumped my cock inside her. Right now, Saintess Sharon had her hands braced against the wall, ass thrust out toward me. I was pounding her from behind. Her freshly deflowered pussy, already submitting to my incubus dick, clung to me lewdly, greedily savoring the pleasure.
"Hah... ah...? M-Master... Saintess...? ♡"
"Oh, sorry. Slipped into the wrong tone there. You're just Sharon, our shop clerk right now."
I said it with a sharp smack! to her ass. Sharon had a somewhat slender, lean build, but her hips and ass weren't lacking in curves by any means. The rebounding elasticity tingled in my palm—a perfect mix of softness and firmness that felt oh-so-good.
"Eek, M-Master... my ass... ♡"
"What, you hate it?"
"N-No... I like it... ♡"
Sharon made a confession too shameful for a saintess's lips. She'd been coming to this laundry for a while now, getting thoroughly conditioned. Even getting her ass groped and roughly kneaded like this sent waves of sexual pleasure through her. She'd developed a dozen or so perverse kinks on top of that. And this was a saintess's body—even one that had been a virgin until moments ago. Faith and duty forgotten, reduced to a mere bitch clerk, she didn't reject the bliss. Always honest to a fault, she surrendered her body to what her heart craved now.
She teased me further, wiggling her ass seductively as I thrust into her from behind in this humiliating pose. Thrust your cock deeper, please. Spank my ass more, her body seemed to beg. I didn't refuse her coquettish display. Savoring her deflowered saintess pussy with my incubus cock, I claimed the ass that would soon be fully mine—squeezing, kneading, smack-smack-smack.
I didn't just fuck her mindlessly, either. I probed every corner of her depths methodically, or pulled out slow and slammed back in, or pistoned at blinding speed, all while gauging her reactions. Figuring out what she liked best, what made her weak, uncovering her vulnerabilities bit by bit.
"Nnghhuuuuh~~~!!"
It didn't take long before Sharon climaxed right there, hands still on the wall. My cock, sliding in and out of her pussy, was coated not just in my cum but in her own thick, white nectar, dripping down...
.
.
.
-She was a clerk at this 'Mera Laundry.'
-To become a full-time employee, she needed an excellent evaluation.
-Everything she was doing now was just for that evaluation. It wasn't lewd at all... so it was fine.
"Ah, aaah♡♡ So good, so gooood♡♡...!!"
Sharon cried out in ecstasy and joy as she rode me atop, grinding her hips on her own. Her head shook side to side uncontrollably, her blissful moans impossible to hold back. At first, still unfamiliar, she'd only managed "Ngh, ngh... ♡" but her flexible, athletic body quickly took to cowgirl with relish. Or maybe her reason had simply melted under the drug-like euphoria of my incubus cock.
Each bounce made her teardrop tits jiggle enticingly. The thick cum I'd pumped into her pussy multiple times oozed out along my pillar-like shaft, trickling down.
I watched from below, feasting my eyes on her beautiful undulating form. Red bobbed hair, golden eyes like a beast's—Saintess Sharon was stunning. The goddess faith symbolized 'beauty' and 'war,' which explained why her followers were packed with beauties. Whether it was a prerequisite to become a saintess or the role transformed them, saintesses across eras were always hailed for their looks. No doubt that beauty helped win public support. Everyone loved pretty faces, men and women alike.
I'd heard the rumors about saintesses plenty of times while living in the capital. Hailed by so many... and now I etched that gorgeous face, that naked body, into my eyes. The noble saintess, dutifully serving some mystery man's cock, riding it herself...
The obedient, pliant look on her now is fun, sure.
But I've had my fill.
I brought my hand close to Sharon's face. My eyes glowed red, as they always did when invoking hypnosis.
"Look at my hand, Sharon the clerk."
"Ah... huh...? M-Master...?"
I twirled my fingertips before her eyes, then pulled away. Her gaze followed blankly. But suddenly, like waking from a dream, light returned to her eyes. She stared at my fingers for a long moment, then—thanks to my shifting beneath her—finally noticed the intruder in her belly.
"M-Master, mas—ter...? Wh-What...?"
Sharon's awareness returned. No longer the laundry clerk, but the Second Saintess Sharon once more.
"Wh-Why am I... with you...?"
"L-Like this...?"
Her face shifted from trance-like surrender to bewilderment, then drained pale blue. Her mind caught up to the situation, but her body moved on its own regardless. Squelch— Plunge—
"Nyaaahiiik♡♡?!"
Her hips dropped. She felt the cock invading deep, filling her completely. She lifted, pulling it halfway out, then slammed down again, swallowing it to the hilt. Even with her confused mind, her body kept moving relentlessly. It was like her flesh no longer belonged to her.
"Ah, aaah... My b-body's moving on its oown... ♡♡ Wh-Why am I... with you... ♡♡"
"Hey, keep moving. Don't think useless thoughts."
"N-Nghhh♡♡...!!"
Back in her right mind, with fragments of memory returning, Sharon shook her head frantically, wailing in despair. But her hips didn't stop. They pistoned tirelessly—squelch, plunge, schlick, schlick—devouring my cock into her pussy over and over. Her folds slurped and sucked greedily, as if it was the best thing ever, spitting it out only to gulp it back down. The sensation of it entering, stabbing her depths—it was too good to resist.
"I-I won't forgive... yooou—hnng♡"
"Hiiik—... S-Stop, make it stooop... ♡ Why does it keep going on its oown... ♡"
"Nyaaah... Hic... ♡ Th-This thing... it's too biiig... Stooop... haaah♡"
"Please stop, just stooop... ♡♡"
Even as Saintess Sharon serviced me with her own movements, words poured from her lips. At first threats of no mercy, but they soon turned to pleas and begging. And those pleas devolved into sweet, incoherent moans. Soon, only "Ahng♡ Eek♡" escaped as she devoted herself to the cock. She'd cum randomly now and then, hips bucking and twitching, squirting in arcs. Then she'd realign, shoving it back into her still-tingling pussy.
"Good—gonna cum soon, Sharon."
"C-Cum...? What...?"
I just stared without answering, and she shook her head in realization.
"Ah, aaah... No, nooo... Not inside...! Please...!"
"If you don't want it, just pull off yourself."
"...Kuh...!"
Sharon desperately tried to halt her hips, to yank the cock free. But just like before, her body ignored her will. It slurped my shaft even more fiercely, urging my release. No need to stop, no need to pull out—just cum inside. And as her pussy swallowed me to the root after countless bounces...
Spurt... Spurt... Spluuurt...!
I flooded her without hesitation. I'd already creampied her several times anyway. Pulling out now wouldn't change much.
"Hic... Nnghh... ♡ So fulll... ♡"
Her words weren't a complaint about ignoring her plea. Even as her will was overridden, raped by this monstrously huge cock stuffing her belly—despite it all, Sharon couldn't believe her body was hitting peaks she'd never known. Glurk... Straddled deep on my hips, she felt my cum still erupting inside. It surged up, coating my shaft, dripping stickily from our join to my balls. She wanted nothing more than to stay put, but my next command forced her to move.
"Clean it with your mouth."
At those words, she pulled off, licking the salty mix of cum and her juices from my cock. Even post-climax, it stayed rock-hard. If he just slammed it back in now... it'd feel so insanely good...
