Saintess Seriel's Secret Anal Creampie
Han Jin-seong kneaded the saintess's shoulders from behind, savoring how her sphincter and rectum diligently contracted and relaxed, gripping and squeezing his cock.
Mmm, this tightness is top-grade. It was on par with Rienna's elven premium ass pussy—he inwardly marveled at the saintess's own premium ass pussy. Laying Rienna and Seriel side by side like a sandwich and pounding them one after the other? That'd be fucking killer. Rienna boasted impressively plump tits worthy of being called the gold standard for huge breasts, but Seriel had even bigger, overflowing knockers that put Rienna to shame. Imagining the two of them on the bed, embracing with their massive tits squishing and flattening against each other made his mouth water. Tch, gotta make that happen later.
Oblivious to his filthy inner thoughts, Seriel teetered on a razor's edge between the desperate need to avoid detection and the overwhelming pleasure piercing her body.
That's when he slowly drew his hips back, stealthily reversing his cock. Schluuuuuurp♥
"──♥♥!!"
Seriel nearly let out a vulgar moan from the thick, sticky defecation sensation of her entire rectum clinging to his cock and being dragged outward. She barely bit her lip to swallow the sound, but she couldn't stop her whole body from trembling.
The dense anal pleasure as the thick massage rod withdrew was incomparable to the insertion...! She tried her hardest to suppress it and maintain a serene expression, but the irresistible defecation bliss made even her cheeks twitch and spasm.
She could only pray the paladin in front of her wouldn't notice that subtle quiver.
"……How should we handle this matter?"
"Mmmng…♥ Please handle it as you see fit, Captain…♥"
"…?"
Her response was unlike the usual Seriel, who actively voiced opinions and issued commands. Puzzled, the paladin looked up from his report and glanced at her. Her cheeks seemed faintly flushed, her body twitching oddly, her voice languid and slurred like her tongue was tied, her smile awkward—and behind her, the priest massaging her shoulders.
…Feels good, huh? Unaware of the lewd act unfolding behind her back, the paladin chalked it up to a relaxing massage—like the kind that hit just right when fatigue built up—and returned his gaze to the report.
The instant the paladin's eyes dropped back to the paper, Han Jin-seong's cock plunged into her asshole once more.
Squelch♥
"Hik♥♥?!"
This time, it wasn't the slow, gentle push from before. He thrust root-deep without hesitation, as if properly savoring her asshole for real! The heavy impact thudding deep inside made her moan involuntarily.
The paladin looked up in surprise, but she hurriedly faked a cough to cover it.
"Cough! Ahem, P-Priest. It hurts a bit… Could you be gentler…?" If you keep this up, we'll really get caught…!
"Ah, sorry, Saintess. But as with any massage, it has to hurt a little to be effective."
No thanks? Your fault, dude.
"Ah… haha… R-Really…?"
Crack. Han Jin-seong brushed off the saintess's desperate plea. For a rare moment, Seriel felt a surge of annoyance and the urge to smack him hard—though it was fleeting.
She forced a smile, her forehead faintly veined. But as he started moving his hips again, she clamped her mouth shut to stifle the moan threatening to escape.
Annoying… so annoying…! But it feels too good…♥ Right in front of someone, my asshole like this…♥ Ahh… my belly feels weird…♥ Gonna cum again…♥!
He couldn't go wild enough to make her firm ass cheeks ripple and wave with slapping sounds. That would definitely alert the paladin. So Han Jin-seong pistoned his cock at a controlled rhythm—not too fast, not too slow.
When the paladin's eyes lingered on the report, he'd thrust deep with a squelch♥. When the paladin's gaze shifted, he'd slowly withdraw with a sticky schluuuurp♥.
When the massage rod slid to the end of her rectum and angled up to press her uterus from below—squish♥—it quivered happily, squeezing out lewd juices that trickled down to her pussy. On the pull-out, her walls clung without a gap, dragging along like shitting out a thick, long turd—the massive defecation pleasure nearly made her black out and moan sluttily dozens of times.
Her panties were long since soaked through with pussy juice, unable to absorb more, and the overflow now trickled down her thighs to her ankles.
One glance downward from the paladin, and they'd be busted—but he didn't stop.
"Saintess. Soon, medicine will come out from the massage rod's tip, like last time. It's incredibly good for the body… so cumming inside like this is fine, right? Ready?"
"…?!"
His massive massage rod throbbed, twitching as if ready to unleash the "medicine." He was pressed tight against her back, his pubic bone grinding her ass, the rod buried root-deep with its blunt outline bulging her lower belly.
Seriel couldn't respond. She could only shake her head faintly, begging for a moment's wait—her only way to protest.
But of course, he had no intention of waiting.
"Yes, Saintess. As you wish."
At that, the paladin finished his report, bowed politely, turned, and stepped out—just as the saintess's rectum erupted with intense ejaculation.
Bluuuuurp♥ Bluuuuurble♥
"──♥♥!!!"
The paladin hadn't left yet, so Seriel bit her lips with all her might, clamping both hands over her mouth to suppress the bursting moan.
No no no no nooo—♥ Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum gonna cuuuuum—♥♥
Spiiiish♥♥
Her hypersensitive rectum and colon—primed by the aphrodisiac slime enema—filled to bursting with thick semen. The warm, sticky load flooding her belly alone pushed her to a semen orgasm, her pussy squirting a massive fountain that soaked the floor.
The paladin mistook the lewd sounds for outside noise, opened the door, and left…
"Haa…… Saintess. Feel your belly swelling with the medicine?"
Han Jin-seong had pumped a truly satisfying load of "medicine"—semen—from his cock-tip disguised as a massage rod. When Seriel finally looked down, she saw…
Her lower belly, bloated like early pregnancy.
"Ah… aaah…♥"
She doubted her eyes. Over her saintess robes, her once-slim lower belly now swelled gently… unmistakably like pregnancy.
Her legs buckled, but his firm chest propping her from behind and the cock still buried in her ass kept her upright.
With trembling hands, she slowly raised them to caress the bulge softly.
Smooth—smooth—
Feels… pregnant…♥
The priest's massage rod—no, his massive, proud manhood—still twitching inside her ass felt like a beloved baby growing in her womb.
Unthinkingly, like a new mother, Seriel smiled with overflowing maternal warmth.
Her hair stuck to her sweat-drenched cheeks, her breaths ragged from the aftershocks… but the tender glow on her face was genuine.
"Haa……♥♥"
The saintess cradled her swollen belly with both hands, as if it were the world's most precious treasure.
"Y-Yes… Priest…♥ The warm… medicine… fills my belly…♥ So much…♥"
Her voice dripped with the sweetness of a lovestruck girl—melting candy, thrilling, sticky.
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