Saintess's Forbidden Anal Massage Climax
Han Jin-seong curled the finger buried in her warm hole and whispered softly into the ear of the saintess, who had her head bowed low.
"Saintess... A person's asshole is one of those spots where fatigue builds up surprisingly fast. If you press here like this... and scraaaape..."
Squelch-♥
"Hngghk-♥♥?!"
Seriel barely managed to choke back the moan that nearly exploded out, her vision flashing white for an instant. 'Why... why does this feel... so good...? Hnnght♥'
Even with her hand clamped over her mouth, a thin, delicate whimper slipped through the cracks. 'Kya.' The cute moan from this bitch was music to his ears... and he loved every second of it.
What the saintess didn't know was that the price for that insane stunt—giving her an enema with slime laced with aphrodisiac—was brutal. If she found out, she'd feel utterly wronged, but thanks to it, her asshole right now... from the rectum to the sigmoid colon, every inch the slime had touched was hypersensitive.
Especially since her guts absorbed things so quickly, the effect was devastatingly potent. And thank the gods for her divine blessing granting resistance to toxins; otherwise, it wouldn't have stopped there. If she were a normal woman... she'd have turned into an anal slut so addicted to her shithole that she couldn't go a day without stuffing it, unable to live a normal life.
Squelch-♥ Slurp-♥
"Nngh...♥ Ohhh...♥"
His finger plunged deeper into her asshole, stirring violently inside, churning her guts, scraping the walls, relentlessly kneading the sensitive spots. Each time, an intense pleasure stabbed straight from her depths to her womb like a spear, making the toes of her tiptoeing feet tremble uncontrollably.
Savoring her reactions, Han Jin-seong whispered low into her ear once more.
"...Feels really refreshing... and good, doesn't it? This asshole-chewing massage."
Scraaape-♥ Sluuuurp-♥
"Hnnngh♥ Mmmph...♥!"
It was embarrassing, but the priest was right. Every time his finger swept her rectum, a cool relief scratched that itchy spot, mingled with a naughty tingle that made her womb quiver. Completely different from the pleasure of expelling the slime earlier... far more direct, raw, and unfiltered.
Seriel was gradually sinking into the half-forced, relentless asshole-chewing massage that gave her no time to prepare.
Squiiiish-♥ Sluuuuurp-♥
"Hnnngh-♥ Hnngh...♥ Haaah...♥"
The hand over her mouth felt weaker by the second. Holding back the moans bursting out seemed pointless now. ...Hell, maybe she should just let them fly—tell the priest how good and happy this massage made her feel, through her moans instead.
A perverse desire crept in: she wanted him to know just how much she was feeling it from this act. 'Aaaah...♥ It really feels so refreshing... and good...♥ You were right, Priest... This place does build up fatigue so easily...♥ Gotta loosen it like this... Nngh♥ Deeper... deeper... loosen me more...♥'
Unconsciously matching his finger's rhythm, Seriel arched her ass back a little, craving deeper, harder chewing.
The pained groans of patients outside clashed with the lewd, pleasure-drenched moans leaking from her own lips. The stark contrast kept melting her sanity away.
Han Jin-seong observed every twitch without missing a beat, then poured more sweet whispers into her ear—confusing her, urging her to drown in this filthy pleasure.
"Saintess. Is the fatigue built up in your asshole easing a bit? Remember: this asshole-chewing massage... is a legitimate treatment to release the tension inside your anus. So be honest with me—that way, I can do it even better for you."
Slurp-♥ Sluuuuuurp-♥
"Oooohk-♥?!♥"
She wanted to answer honestly. Tell him it felt too good, that the fatigue was melting away. But her lips wouldn't move. All she could do was clamp her mouth shut, stifle the moans, and surrender to his touch.
Even a moment's slip, and the slutty, vulgar sounds pouring out would be mortifying. With people's murmurs and pained groans right outside... the fact that she was in here mewling like a whore felt sinfully blasphemous.
And that guilt? It just poured fuel on the flames of pleasure consuming her. Seriel shook her head, wanting to deny it, but her ass twitched so honestly with every finger movement.
Sluuuuuurp-♥
"Hnnnght♥♥?!"
That was when it happened. Parting the snug passage his single finger had filled, a second finger suddenly thrust inside. The pressure and foreign fullness were incomparable to one finger. Her narrow sphincter stretched loooong, forcing her to swallow hard.
If she hadn't had that morning slime anal massage, it might've torn a little. Slurp-♥ Squiiiish-♥
"Hnnnghk...♥!"
Her ass quivered finely as the two fingers sank deep inside, then began to move. The curved tips scraped the walls, wriggling every which way, stimulating her without mercy.
A completely new kind of blissful sensation she'd never experienced.
"Saintess, let me say it again... this is just a massage. A simple one to relieve the fatigue from treating the wounded for free. Nothing to be ashamed of at all. Right?"
"Hnnngh...♥ Y-Yes...♥ You're right...♥"
Seriel finally pried her mouth open to affirm his words. Yeah... it was just a massage. A perfectly normal, necessary act to loosen her weary body from grueling service. So moaning from the refreshing coolness... and this good feeling... wasn't weird at all.
The moment that hypnotic rationalization took hold, the two fingers plunged even deeper, churning the depths of her rectum.
"Haaaang...♥! It feels... so refreshing...! Priest... the inside... it's so cool and...♥ Nnnnght...♥!"
Seriel stopped holding back her moans. She dropped the hand from her mouth, leaning softly back into the priest kneading her asshole, spilling out her lewd cries.
With the chains of restraint snapped, her moans turned even more pitiful and slutty. Scraaape-♥ Slurp-♥ Squiiiish-♥
"More... more♥ please...! My asshole... the inside still feels tense...♥ Deeper... massage me deeper...♥! Haaa♥ Aaaang...♥!"
As she begged, Han Jin-seong ramped up the frenzy of his middle and ring fingers in her shithole. No more tentative probing—this was full-on pussy-flooding chewy destruction. Squish♥Scraaape♥Sluuuurp♥Squiiiish-♥!!
"Haaaaang-♥♥!! I'm... I'm cumming...! Cumming from my asshole—♥!!"
Seriel's body shuddered violently. Overwhelmed by the two fingers' pleasure assault, her pussy clenched wildly on its own, squirting clear nectar with a psshht.
She felt her saintess robes soak through the thin fabric, but she didn't care anymore. With her thin cry of climax, her ass spasmed upward. Her sphincter milked his fingers madly, her whole body quivering faintly.
Her brain burned white. Not as intense as the morning's slime-expulsion defecation orgasm... but still, so good.... An anal climax. The saintess who should be holy, peaking from the filthiest, most depraved hole.
"Hic♥ Hnnn...♥ Kk...♥ Ah♥ Aaaah...♥"
Limp from the afterglow, her legs gave out completely. She leaned on his arm, panting raggedly. Meaningless moans mixed with drool dribbled from her lips; her eyes stared blankly into space, unfocused.
Squiiiish-♥
"Hnnnght...♥♥!"
As his fingers slowly withdrew, emptiness mingled with the last dregs of pleasure surging out. The slick slide of his soaked fingers down her ass crack made her jolt again.
"Haaah...♥ Haaah...♥ The fatigue... it's all... gone...♥ Priest...♥"
Her face slack and flushed from climax, she whispered dreamily with a hazy smile. It was sincere. Not just her body's tension—all the guilt, shame, pressure crushing her... everything had melted away in that fierce pleasure.
"Hm? Oh, Saintess. Sounds like someone's coming from outside."
Her post-orgasm limpness froze solid. The words "someone's coming" chilled her heated, pleasure-fogged mind in an instant. Her heart plummeted.
If anyone saw her like this right now...! While she panicked, Han Jin-seong casually straightened her body like nothing happened. Then, as if supporting her exhausted form while kneading her shoulders, he pressed flush against her back, holding her up naturally.
The door opened soon after, and a neatly uniformed holy knight stepped in. He bowed politely to the two. He eyed the priest pressed close behind the saintess curiously for a moment, but shrugged it off as a shoulder rub and began his report.
"Saintess, Priest. I've tallied the remaining patients and lined up the high-priority ones separately."
The knight rattled off the details smoothly. Seriel barely managed a composed expression, pretending to listen, but all her nerves focused on her back.
Right then, something hard and blunt pressed against her ass—right on the spot he'd just abused—squiiiish. She flinched hard.
She wanted to look back, but afraid the knight would notice, she fixed her gaze forward. In the tiniest whisper, barely mouthing it, she called to him.
"P-Priest...?"
"Shh, focus. Saintess. This time, we'll loosen your asshole with the massage stick."
Massage stick. The word slithered into her ear just as that thick, massive foreign pressure from the morning slime expulsion began prying into her asshole bit by bit. Her eyes fluttered, and she bit her lower lip hard.
Squuuuuuuish-♥
Thanks to that one slime anal massage expelling the huge blob that morning? Her asshole swallowed the massage stick's fat head smoothly with a sticky sound, no real resistance.
"...And so......"
The knight's report droned on. His voice, the clinic noises outside, the massive intruder filling her shithole—all tangled in her head, ready to burst it.
"Hnnnght...!"
To stifle the moan, the saintess nodded along to the report, desperately muffling herself. The knight, oblivious to her subtle face twitch, kept going.
"...So, Saintess, I need your permission. What should we do?"
His question hit her ears, but she couldn't process it. The massage stick had already invaded deep into her rectum, heavily pressing inside.
Thicker, heavier than fingers by far. Her belly felt stuffed full with the alien sensation; her legs wobbled like they'd give out.
"Ah... Nngh...♥ J-Just... do that...♥"
Not even knowing what he'd asked, she answered in a pleasure-slurred voice.