Saint Cecilia's Special Penance Sacrament♥ (7)
Magic, the energy that obstructs the will of the gods, weakens humans, and empowers monsters, was squeezing us tight. The curse left by the Demon King had turned the continent's most fertile land into ruins, making it uninhabitable for people. The living had died and become undead, grand buildings and city walls had turned into golems, and clusters of magic birthed endless cursed monsters. And at the heart of this land, we stood.
In the land shrouded in magic, even the river water carried a dark aura. No creature could escape the magic in the Cursed Land, so the trees along the riverbank grew in grotesque shapes.
As we pushed forward through the thick magic, we encountered our first building. A structure from centuries ago was twisted in a bizarre fashion. The nearby vegetation seemed heavily exposed to the magic's influence, with tree roots transformed like flesh. But it wasn't just the natural environment that was strange. The building before us was abnormal too. Crumbling pillars were bound and fixed in place by black tentacle-like things. A foul stench rose from the puddle in front of the building, and feral bats prowled the area. Most worrying of all was the massive presence of magic emanating from inside the building.
"Be careful, Prophet...! There's a monster in there!"
The monster inside the castle sensed us too, and the large door began to creak open slowly. Glowing red eyes glared from beyond the opened door. The monster that emerged from the castle shockingly took a human form—aside from the six arms and six eyes, that is.
"You cannot approach any further to the one who leads all monsters, our most noble Demon King."
It wasn't just the appearance that mimicked humans. The beasts spoke in human tongue, threatening us. There was more than one inside the castle. Besides the one conversing at the door, I could sense five more demons within.
"Don't you value your lives? Do not obstruct His procession—flee and savor your remaining pathetic lives for even a moment longer. Humanity's extinction is inevitable."
The beast sneered, urging us to run.
"Filthy monster... how dare you..."
It was awfully arrogant. But the arrogance was understandable. The magic it harbored was intensely virulent. The beast glared at us, leaking magic profusely. The sheer amount made it feel suffocating, like diving deep and holding my breath.
"Are you afraid?"
To me, trembling before the waves of magic, my Prophet asked. I shook my head, denying it.
"...No, I'm not afraid at all."
Feeling his presence beside me calmed my heart. The protagonist of the next scripture, the one who follows the goddess's will most closely. My Messiah, Leon, was with me. Leaning on his shoulder, I smiled.
"How could I fear when the Prophet blessed by the goddess promises a bright future?"
Satisfied, he whispered in my ear.
"Blessed are those who believe without seeing."
"Hehe..."
His praise made me feel like I was flying.
"Behold and testify to the miracles seen by your Prophet and his companion."
"For you, I shall pray."
I offered a prayer to the goddess, bestowing her blessing upon him. Empowered by my blessing, he charged at the beast.
"A foolish choice."
The beast sneered, wrapping its body in ugly magic. As the Prophet charged the enemies, grotesque beings leaped out from the castle. Just as the five humanoid figures tried to swarm him, the heroes intercepted them.
"Where do you think you're going!"
"Hehe, stay back."
"...Filthy goat spawn."
It was like a scene from an epic. Six monsters with six eyes and arms, beasts straight out of the apocalypse, were halted by the heroes. Creatures fit for the Book of Revelation couldn't withstand the combined assault of the Prophet and the heroes.
"Di...rty... humans...!"
The beast growled in frustration. Leon's companions tormented the enemies in their own ways. Tower Lord Irina sowed chaos with various spells—twisting nerve signals to make limbs move unwillingly, reducing ground friction to zero, creating reverse fields to nullify airborne magic. Bella Sodus covered the tower lord as she focused on support spells.
"Kill those mages!"
One goat-headed beast shouted, and the other five charged toward them. But their advance ended there, blocked by the other heroes.
"Where are you headed? Your opponent is right here."
Elahe mocked her foe, her golden jewelry glittering as she engaged. Her punches alone produced whooshing sounds like meteors falling from the sky. The beast, overconfident in its durability, lost an arm to Amelie Grace's sword and let out a howl. Its steel-deflecting hide was sliced like soft onion under her blade.
Roys Chapel and the elf sisters provided excellent support too. Roys elegantly maneuvered a golem embedded with magic stones to aid them, while the sisters fired spirit-infused arrows to bolster the golem. Though her own combat prowess was weak, the merchant leader's devoted support for the young master—using expensive potions and scrolls without hesitation—warmed the saintess's heart.
The rich have a hard time entering heaven... but Lady Roys might just make it, hehe.
"Kgh...!"
As time passed, the beasts were being pushed back.
"You shall all burn and vanish."
After a fierce clash with the Prophet, as the beast regenerated its severed limbs, his single word made its extremities glow and turn to ash.
"Graaaah...! Gra... ah...!"
The howling beast, with its upper body half burned away, could no longer maintain form and scattered into dust. The other five, subdued by the heroes, met the same end.
Aah... how... wonderful...
It was just like the goddess purifying the primordial evil. I felt faith swelling in my heart.
Thank you, Goddess... ♥
Grateful to journey with him, my trust in him deepened.
Through the apt staging, I confirmed the brainwashing on her had solidified firmly. Using creation myths and heroic epics, she now firmly believed I was the Prophet. And she embraced her role in that journey even more deeply.
"The cathedral from 400 years ago has returned to its original state!"
I restored the monster-infested place to its former glory. Purging the magic's corruption with holy power and reverting it with Word Spirit, I confirmed it had originally been a cathedral. Overjoyed at the return of the grand nave, the saintess ran around innocently, beaming with delight. She offered a prayer of thanks to the goddess at the nave's center, one unworthy of touching her.
Thank you, Goddess. For guiding me to join the Prophet on his journey, I am eternally grateful.
"Saintess? I have a favor to ask here."
"Yes?"
She stopped praying, and I thrust my cock at her.
"Ah... ♥"
"It's time to fulfill your duty as the saintess."
"I'm sorry, I only thought of my own feelings. I should drain all of the Prophet's desires with my body beforehand..."
She immediately bared her breasts, preparing for service.
In the sacred heart of the nave, performing the vulgar act of extracting lust showed no hesitation whatsoever.
"Where would be most comfortable, Prophet? Shall I serve your cock with my breasts? Or with my mouth? Or will you tear my virginity as usual?"
"Haha, hard to choose."
It started as a rationalization to quickly extract sin, but she who once hesitated at the word 'cock' now fluently uttered filthy words.
"I can rub your cock against my holy power pouch and suck the glans with my lips like smack smack the way you like, Prophet! For aiding your journey, anything... ♥"
I grabbed her slender waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Mwah♥ Chu♥ Smack♥"
Kneading her soft ass with one hand, I ravished her mouth in the goddess's cathedral. Her tongue danced diligently with a sweet fruity scent, clinging to me in devoted kissing. A silver thread stretched long. Her lascivious body, unfit for a cleric, aroused, proudly displaying erect nipples.
"Ah... ♥ Goddess... ♥ Prophet... ♥"
I freely violated the voluptuous, lewd body beneath the veils. Stripping her completely, I bent her over the preaching pulpit.
"Please, use me as you wish ♥"
Her wide, childbearing hips wiggled in contrast to her slim waist. Her tightly closed pussy, hymen visible, twitched in anticipation. Dripping lewd holy water profusely, she let out aroused moans.
"Hehe... hurry, please... ♥ Save me, grant me salvation... ♥"
As per her plea, I devoured her virginity once more, deliciously.
"It's coming... ♥ This... ♥ So... ♥ Ecstatic... ♥"
With each thrust, unable to control her holy power, her hymen regenerated naturally. No blood flowed; it served only as material to restore her virginity. I could enjoy the sensation of deflowering infinitely.
Her crescent-shaped hole forcibly widened, softly tearing, letting me feel the glans' sensation with every insertion. Like a perfectly clean onahole with a deflowering gimmick for cock pleasure. I stroked her as she rolled back her eyes in ecstasy each time the hymen tore.
"This... ♥ So good... ♥"
"What's the best part?"
From her pure—no, once-pure—mouth poured obscene words at my question.
"The moment my hymen tears... ♥ And your cock pierces straight to my womb... ♥ I love it so much... ♥"
Mingling ordinary sexual pleasure with religious ecstasy, she clenched her pussy tightly, offering thanks in prayer.
"Thank you ♥ I'm grateful ♥ I love you ♥"
Deceiving a cleric who vowed chastity, fucking her in a holy place brought me thrill. I corrupted her doctrines, separating her dependence, turning her mind depraved. The result: a saintess who believes even lewd sex is a religious act offered to the goddess. I adored the satisfaction of this brainwashing sex that normal fucking couldn't provide.
"Cumming inside, don't spill."
"Yesss... ♥ I'll take it all... ♥"
Moonlight from the stained glass sparkled on her nude form. Filled deep inside, she lifted her hips to suck my ejaculating semen into her womb with a slurp.
"Hngh... ♥ This.. ♥ Feels so good.. ♥"
Once more, satisfaction of saving a sinner, ecstasy, sexual pleasure imprinted bliss in her mind.
"Aah... grant salvation ♥ Rejoice, Goddess... ♥"
After a pleasant creampie, as I turned away, she stopped me.
"What is it?"
"Oh dear, Prophet, you forgot the cleanup?"
She tempted me with mouth and hand gestures mimicking sucking cock in midair.
"Confess all the sinful remnants on your cock into my mouth for worship ♥"
A necklace shaped like a cock adorned her neck as she made lewd motions.
"Saintess?"
"Smack*? Whash ish ish?"
Diligently tonguing my cock in service, she spoke submissively.
"I want to spread the gospel to the elf sisters—will you help?"
She said it was what she hoped for and agreed readily. Watching her smile brightly while cleaning my cock, I understood the beauty of the selfless life of total devotion described in Lumina Goddess's teachings. Her evangelism had succeeded, if only a little.