Saintess Seriel's Titjob Therapy
"Good. Saintess. Now, I'll start moving."
With that, I began slowly rocking my hips back and forth. The precum leaking from the tip of my cock slicked up the valley between her tits, producing lewd, sticky sounds—squelch-♥ squelch-♥.
Slowly, so very slowly. Like swimming through water. That rigid shaft slid through the soft mounds forcibly pressed together by her hands, delivering waves of pleasure.
Fuck, this feels amazing.
I savored the rare proper titjob, content for once, as I kept shaking my hips and gazed down at the action below. It wasn't as tight a squeeze as pounding a pussy or ass, so the raw ecstasy wasn't overwhelming. But the softness enveloping my cock as it endured the pressure of her violent mega-tits, combined with the visual feast of those breasts deforming around me, had me seriously worked up.
Above all, the delicious sense of conquest and domination from having this top-tier bitch pinned beneath me, fucking her tits like a pussy. Just that alone had my dick throbbing like it was about to explode, ready to unload any second. But not yet—I pushed in and pulled out leisurely, determined to enjoy and appreciate the titjob a bit longer.
"Ngh...♥ Mmm... Ah♥ Ah...♥!"
It was a very slow, cautious motion. A deep, kneading rub as it explored her soft tits. Seriel bit her lip, but she couldn't stifle the moans leaking from her sealed mouth.
Just a hot, hard massage rod sliding between her breasts—getting pleasure from something like that might seem weird. But the sensation of her squishy tits being mashed, stroked, and ground against with every movement brought a thrilling, taboo rush she'd never felt before. As a saintess, experiencing emotions like this wasn't everyday stuff, making the intensity right now all the more stimulating for her.
Squelch-♥ squelch-♥
"Ah♥ Ah♥ Ahng-♥"
Sensing the massage rod now gliding smoothly like it was oiled up, Seriel squeezed her tits harder with her hands, as if determined to feel every single motion without missing a beat.
Squelch-♥ slurp-♥
The sticky fluid—maybe seeping from the rod itself—mixed in, creating utterly obscene, pornographic sounds. Slap-♥ slap-♥ slap-♥ Every piston thrust between her tits brought the crude smack of my hard pubic bone against her plump breasts echoing briefly through the room. For Seriel, blindfolded and sightless, it rang out even louder. With her vision blocked, every nerve in her body was hypersensitive.
She could barely tell if strength was still in the arms holding her tits together. All she felt was the sensation of her body and breasts jiggling with his hip movements, and the heavy presence of that rod churning through her cleavage.
Unknowingly, the saintess started shaking her tits in rhythm with his motions. Like jerking him off by hand, she rocked her breasts to make the pistoning even more pleasurable for his cock.
Her rational mind knew it was just a massage rod, and shaking it between her tits was to stimulate it and extract the medicine inside. But the whispering female instinct deep within tempted her: This'll make him like it more, and it'll draw out the medicine faster. It lured her, guided her.
And I caught it immediately.
Ha, look at this bitch.
If she was responding this eagerly, I couldn't hold back anymore. I started picking up the pace.
Slap-♥ slap-♥ slap-♥
"Kyaaang♥! Haa, hng! Ah, ahng♥! P-Priest...♥! Priiiest-♥!"
My cock, which had been gliding smoothly through her cleavage, now battered her tits with ferocious speed. Slap-! The lewd sound of my hard pubic bone smacking the underside of her massive breasts filled the room.
Slap-♥ slap-♥ slap-♥
"Kyaaang♥! Ahng♥! Ah, nooo♥! Priest♥ The sound, the sound is too... Hwaang♥ Hng♥ Hng♥ Ahang♥!"
The saintess tossed her head side to side, letting out lascivious moans. Each clash of hard flesh against soft sent vibrations rippling through her body, while uncontrollable pleasure stabbed at her lower belly, heat blooming uncontrollably. Her soaked panties couldn't hold any more juices, leaving obscene trails down her inner thighs and onto the sheets below.
Slap-♥ slap-♥ slap-♥
"Ah♥ Ahng...! Priiiest! It hurts, it huuurts...♥! Hnggh♥ Ah, ahng! Haaang♥!"
His unyielding pubic bone mercilessly whipped the underside of her tits, producing vulgar, resounding smacks. Each strike shook her entire chest, the impact racing along her ribs to every corner of her body. Painful whimpers mixed with pleasure-drenched cries burst from her lips.
It hurt. The spot where his pubic bone hit felt like it was already flushing red. But mocking the pain, the ecstasy of that rod burrowing and grinding through her cleavage like it was tearing it apart was utterly overwhelming.
"Eungh-♥! Haang-♥ Ah♥ Ahng♥ Hwaang-♥!"
More moans than meaningful words poured from the saintess's mouth now. Clear tears streamed down beneath the blindfold. Shame? Pleasure from this depraved act? Or both? Unclear.
She gripped her arms tighter around her tits, straining to take his movements deeper, more intensely. Every slap! slap! made her pussy gush floods of nectar.
And—
"Hoo... Saintess...! The medicine's coming out now. Receive it...!"
Slap-♥!! Spuuuurt-♥
"Kyaaaaang-♥♥!!"
Right after, she felt the rod that had been violently battering her tits spasm and shudder. Her vision whited out as something hot gushed- deep into her cleavage. Far hotter than she'd imagined, sticky, carrying a musky, night-bloom scent. It erupted in thick spurts, sliding over her bare skin inside the thin saintess robe, filling her cleavage to the brim and overflowing down her breasts and below her navel in gooey rivulets.
So thick and viscous. And that pungent night-flower smell assaulting her nostrils.
This is... the rare medicine that's good for the skin...?
"Hoo."
With my sigh, the massage rod slipped smoothly from between her tits. Strength drained from Seriel's body as she slumped limp. Her arms flopped onto the sofa.
Blindfolded, feeling the sweat and night-flower-scented medicine soaking the inside of her saintess robe, she panted toward the empty ceiling.
"This... this is that rare... medicine... isn't it, Priest...?"
Her voice trembled faintly, squeezed out with effort.
"...My body... feels like it's melting.... No strength left anywhere... but really... my skin feels... better... Haa...?"
In her hazy daze, the saintess murmured. Believing the sticky, musky fluid drenching her tits and upper body would truly beautify her skin.
"Saintess. Now, massage your breasts over your clothes to spread the medicine evenly."
"Ah......"
Through her lingering massage afterglow, the priest's next instruction reached her ears. Spread the medicine evenly.
At those words, her limp fingers twitched.
Yes... can't let this precious stuff just drip away......
With single-minded determination to absorb it into her skin, she barely lifted her heavy, waterlogged arms. Her trembling fingertips touched her breasts.
The saintess robe clung wetly to her body from sweat and semen. Beneath the fabric, the sticky fluid still warm, its texture vivid.
That alien, obscene sensation made her body shudder again.
Seriel began moving her hands slowly. Gently kneading her own tits over the robe, each motion squishing the semen clumps beneath, spreading them wider across her skin.
She grew bolder, circling or stroking up and down, massaging her breasts with devoted care.
"Haa... Ah...♥ The feeling... it's weird... Priest...♥ So sticky... slippery... my hands on my tits... Hngh...♥!"
The saintess's voice melted back into pleasure. Each knead stimulated her hidden nipples under the patches, electric jolts racing down her spine. Unconsciously, she twisted her hips, rubbing her body against mine still atop her belly.
She felt his now-fully-extracted massage rod hovering near her lower abdomen.
"Haaaah......♥"
Massaging her own tits, along with the medicine splattered on them, stirred shame—but also an unprecedented perverse thrill.
"The smell... the smell is so... strong...♥ Priest... Is this... really good for my body...? Hngh...♥"
Trusting the priest's words yet unable to shake the instinctive unease. The fishy, night-flower stench constantly assaulted her senses, but she didn't stop. Instead, she rubbed more boldly, ensuring the medicine soaked evenly into every inch of her breasts.
Like applying expensive cream. Her flushed breast skin, the glistening white fluid atop it, her pale hands working it in. In the sightless darkness, imagining how her body was being defiled, she trembled.