Chapter 20: Behind the Suspicious Ritual
As she grabbed my chin and pulled me in, our lips met—and her tongue immediately swept across my palate and the floor of my mouth, licking every inch clean. That scent... no, not just good. A fragrance that filled my nostrils, incomparable to anything else in the world, the absolute best there could ever be.
"Ngh, Sister Monica. W-wait—"
Slurp, smack, slurrrp. Even though Monica's tongue was already overflowing with saliva, she sucked and stole mine like a woman driven mad by thirst. Every time that long tongue delved deep into my mouth, ravaging it, my palate tingled fiercely, as if it were my cock itself. Her scent pierced my brain, and amid the ecstasy that felt like it could bring me to climax from the kiss alone, a sudden image flashed: a bug caught in sticky webs, slowly devoured.
I mustered the last shreds of my reason and pulled my mouth away.
"Pah! Sister Monica? What the—"
But she wouldn't let me go. In that brief moment, she caught my lower lip with her front teeth. To keep me from escaping. To make sure I couldn't pull away. Her jewel-like eyes, shimmering between purple and lilac, pierced my frightened gaze, peering straight into my soul. It sent a chill through me, as if she'd uncovered the spirit inside my body.
Those bewitching eyes of Monica's spoke volumes. It's already too late. You don't want to run anymore, do you?
Her lips crashed back down. It was over now. My eyes rolled back, whites showing under the lids. How could a kiss feel this divine? Just tongues touching, saliva mingling stickily, mucous membranes teasing each other, drenched in lust as we devoured each other's mouths. It felt like my mouth was being raped. The pleasure was so intense, I thought I might die from it.
Monica's jet-black hair wrapped around my wrists and waist like vines. Now I couldn't escape physically either. The grip was tenacious and powerful. Not that I even considered prying her off. It wasn't just my body caught in the trap.
The cleavage peeking from the gap in her simple nun's habit—the tip of the iceberg I'd awakened her lust for. The hidden parts I'd never seen, the intimate flesh I'd tormented myself imagining as a guilty kid. Now slick with transparent sweat, it drew closer to me.
Having thoroughly ravaged my mouth, Sister Monica lifted her head. Then she knelt before me, her prisoner. And slowly crawled toward me.
I couldn't tear my eyes from her snow-white naked skin.
"Tan."
"Sister Monica."
"The truth is... I've wanted this for so long. But I shouldn't. Like you said, Tan, we're family. I took care of you like a mother, saw you as a son—I shouldn't lust after you."
A strange reverberation in her voice tickled my eardrums. Everything about her seemed designed to stoke desire: her breathing, her voice, even the long tail sprouting where her tailbone should be, swaying with its spade-shaped tip.
This had to be a nightmare.
"It's not a dream."
Could she read my thoughts? Was this the mind-bending power of a succubus? Sister Monica... why...?
"...Do you despise me? Behind that unbearable lust I've stirred, does the sliver of reason left make you scorn me?"
She halted right in front of me, then gave a lonely smile.
"Feeling tricked? That someone you thought pure and innocent forever, someone you saw as a sacred mother or sister, was hiding ugly, lewd desires beneath it all?"
I must've been captured by succubi during the fight downstairs. Growing up under Monica's overly seductive body had revived my adolescent fantasies. Those crazy monster bitches. Treating a person's heart like a toy...
"...Or because I'm not the person you thought—a monster?"
Tears. A smile. Resignation. The pained yet calm acceptance of someone who'd already branded herself a monster.
"It's fine if you see me as one. I'm not normal. That's... an unchanging fact."
At those words, the twisted reality snapped back. Of course, everything I felt remained the same. Her horns and tail. That intoxicating aphrodisiac scent. But with crystal-clear mind, I could say:
"...Who dares call our Sister Monica a monster?"
"Tan?"
This wasn't a succubus dream. The thunder still roared deafeningly, my ankles stung from the salt on the old wooden floor, and her tears hurt my heart. I wiped away the drool I'd shamefully let drip when my mind was clouded, then pulled her shoulders close and hugged her tight.
Succubi weren't this warm. Monsters couldn't mimic human warmth so realistically. This sensation. Hugging Sister Monica always felt this cozy. The solid realness erased my fear.
"...Tan?"
"I'd never think you're a monster, Sister Monica."
"But Tan, you don't even know what I really am—"
"If you were going to harm me without reason, you could've done it plenty when I was a kid. But you always did your best for us."
Sister Monica's body trembled. Her flushed neck and shoulders suggested she'd never imagined this.
"I don't know what secrets you've hidden or what happened. But is what you're doing now necessary for our party to survive?"
"...Yes."
"Then keep going."
I released her shoulders and clasped her hands. Her eyes, shocked, welled up.
"This can't be happening. 'Mother' said... no matter who I love, I'd drown in lust forever, unable to escape."
"Whoever this 'Mother' is, she was wrong. If me staying sane interferes with the 'ritual'?"
"Not really, but..."
As she hesitated, I snuck a deep breath. Rationally, I should run now that I was clear-headed. A horned, tailed devil-woman had me pinned. And that pleasure that terrified even to feel...
But if this was a trap to the end, I'd walk into it with a clear mind. Because.
"If I don't believe in you, who will? Let's hurry. You're our party's last hope. So, what exactly do I need to do?"
Tears finally spilled from Sister Monica's eyes. She stifled a sob, squeezed them shut.
"...First, hug me once more. Knowing it's with clear-headed Tan... I can't bring myself to."
I did. Squeezed until bruises might form on her shoulders. In the quiet, her ragged breaths and the rain's patter roared. After holding her with eyes closed, I finally asked amid the hesitation:
"It's okay with someone not in their right mind?"
"...This is my first time touching a man like this. I'm mustering a lot of courage here."
"Touching skin to skin... I can guess, but... how far exactly?"
"You have to cum inside me. A lot."
Oh, fuck me.
This definitely wasn't a succubus dream?
"It's what my goddess demands as payment to resolve this crisis. As long as the ritual continues, succubi can't approach this building. Once it ends... they lose their seductive powers."
Then we have no choice. Her voice trembled.
"I'm thinking the same. 'Oh, fuck me.' 'Then we have no choice.' Yes. No other options."
I swallowed hard. How did she know what I didn't say?
"...I can read men's thoughts. When I'm horned up like this, overcome by lust. But Tan, why do you keep pressing my belly...?"
My arms were around her shoulders. What pressed her belly wasn't hands.
Realizing that, her face flushed crimson as she looked down.
Honestly, I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Isn't time pressing, Sister Monica?"
"Ah..."
Desire flickered in her eyes. But regret swirled too.
As she hurriedly reached for my pants, she whined:
"I didn't want my first time rushed like this, chased by danger."
Her pretty fingers, unbuckling my belt, bore scars from helping villagers farm to feed us. Meanwhile, as I struggled to shed my coat, sleeve caught:
She yanked it off with me, crying out:
"I absolutely didn't want to do that with you either!"
That might hurt if said wrong.
"Didn't you say you've wanted this for ages?"
I panted, stripping off layers madly.
"Because it's dangerous with me! After learning my goddess's identity—and my own—I resolved to live celibate and die quietly!"
When my bare chest finally showed, she squeezed her eyes shut.
"I wanted it! With you, Tan! That's why I left! When you grew into a proper adult, pulling your weight in the party! When you looked down at me with your sturdy height, saying you'd repay your debt! Imagining kissing you, sleeping with you, even having your kids—it was too stimulating! I couldn't stay in the village anymore; I'd snap and pounce on you!"
She'd vanished because of vague fantasies from this virgin punk. Good thing she didn't hate it. Even better that we thought alike.
I stripped off my underwear too, blurting hastily:
"How dangerous exactly?"
"Like I said before, if you're not a 'suitable' sacrifice, you could die. Only the goddess knows the criteria."
Hoping it's stamina. After rolling with Esen, I knew I had confidence there. If it's purity or something, honestly doubtful.
"But if she chose me, she must want me specifically?"
"...Yes. She's... connected to my desires."
"Then no choice. You said you didn't want it rushed. But we have no time."
I laid her down. Deep talks, tension-breaking jokes, foreplay—all skipped. No wonder she felt bad.
But.
"If you can read my thoughts, you see what I'm thinking now too, right? I hope that's some comfort."
Her pink eyes widened. Piercing my sincerity. That made my erection strain harder.
I spread her legs. Her lower belly tensed in surprise; I rested my cock on it.
"I've wanted this for ages too."
"I know. But—"
"I liked you, Sister Monica. Sometimes more than family. I quietly gave up back then."
"...No. It can't be real after all these years. For someone like me, so much older—"
It could happen. What was she lacking?
I thrust my raw sincerity deep inside her.