Seriel's Devoted Throat Feast
The gentle hand stroking her hair softly. At that tender touch, like praising a child for a good deed, Seriel felt her heart pounding wildly with joy. Thump-♥ Thump-♥ She was being praised. For this lewd, vulgar act. The priest was accepting it with pleasure, even praising her.
“Mmm-♥” With his cock still in her mouth, Seriel looked up at him. The devoted satisfaction of serving him, the sweet ache in her pussy with every lick of his shaft. Her sparkling ruby eyes curved into the most adorable smile she could manage, conveying her message through her expression alone.
‘Please stroke me more…♥’
‘I’m so happy and blissful right now…♥’
"Slurrrp♥ Schloop…♥ Smooch♥ Hnngh…♥!" She sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks, and the glans that had filled her mouth slipped deeper inside with a slick pop. The saintess redoubled her efforts, wrapping her tongue around his cock. She teased the ridge of the glans with the tip of her tongue, relentlessly prodding the slit. In that tiny mouth, her desperate service unfolded, making his cock swell even harder, pressing against her throat.
"Chp♥ Schluuuurp…♥! Mmph…♥" Seriel awkwardly pulled the cock out of her mouth, then took it back in right up to her tonsils, repeating the motion. Dry heaves threatened to rise, but she suppressed them as best she could, flicking her tongue all the while. His cock was soon glistening with her saliva.
"Mmph…! Guhwek…! Chp♥ Chluuuurp…♥!" Deeper, even deeper. Greedily, Seriel tried to force it toward her throat. The massive glans brushed her tonsils and pushed inward, choking her breath and bringing up another gag reflex—but she welcomed even this pain as a worthy trial in her service to him. Driven by the single desire to take more of the priest's cock inside her, the saintess kept her eyes glistening with tears but never let it slip from her mouth.
“Saintess. Do you like my massage stick that much?”
As he stroked her hair softly and asked, the saintess gazed up at him silently with his cock still in her mouth. Her sparkling red eyes curved seductively as she stared straight at Han Jin-seong.
“…♥”
While busily swirling her tongue inside, licking up from the base of the shaft, Seriel suddenly flashed a truly cute grin… then slowly reached out with her hands.
Squish-♥ They landed right on the precious semen factory beneath his cock—his ballsack. Handling it like the world's most sacred relic, she cupped his balls gently with both hands. She kneaded the soft, squishy pouch delicately, savoring the texture.
‘It's so… soft here…♥ Haa… How cute…♥’
That even this sturdy, reliable man had such a tender spot fascinated her, feeling fresh and novel.
"Hnngh♥ Slurrrp♥ Schloop…♥" Seriel answered with actions instead of words. Schoooooop-♥♥ She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, while softly massaging his semen-producing sack at the same time.
I love it♥ I love every part of you♥ This hot massage stick…♥ And this precious pouch that makes your medicine…♥ I adore it all so much♥
Through her devoted service and tender gaze, the saintess whispered as much.
Satisfied, Han Jin-seong smiled kindly and let her do as she pleased. He wanted to see how far her service would go.
“Chp-♥ Schooooop-♥ Slurrrp-♥”
After sucking his cock and fondling his balls for a good while, she decided to get a little greedier.
“Mmph-♥ Pwahaa…♥! Hnngh♥ Kiss-♥ Smack-♥ Mwah-mwah-♥”
She pulled the cock from her mouth and lowered her head to plant kisses on the dangling semen sack.
"Mmm…♥ Schloop…♥ Chp…♥"
She suckled one ball into her mouth as devotedly as she'd sucked his cock, rolling it with her tongue, then switched to the other, sucking gently and releasing, over and over. Knowing how sensitive and vital this spot was, her cautious oral worship was so utterly depraved it was impossible to believe she was a church's saintess.
Han Jin-seong, who hadn't expected ball play, inwardly marveled at this borderline-prostitute service that made him question if she was a saintess or a whore.
‘Damn, she's still a bit clumsy… but that's something I can teach her over time.’
He gently pulled her away from her fervent ball worship.
“Ah……”
The saintess, who had been licking his balls so diligently, looked disappointed. She hadn't served enough to satisfy herself, and being separated now felt cruel.
But soon, the hard, hot sensation pressing against her lips made her face flush hot again.
“Hnng…♥” Kiss-♥ Smack-♥
His rigid cocktip pressed softly against her lips, sticking and releasing repeatedly. Sticky, lewd kissing sounds echoed in her ears.
“Saintess. Something you like is about to come out soon. Shall I spray it on your breasts like last time… or in your asshole? Or……”
Han Jin-seong kept pressing and releasing the glans—trailing a thin string of precum like a spiderweb—against her lips, trailing off.
“Ah…♥”
At that sweet question, Seriel pondered with her flushed face. Breasts or asshole—both were wonderful. She could take the priest's gift anywhere. But……
She shook her head side to side.
There was a better place. Breasts and asshole were great, but right now……
Seriel carefully cupped his cock with both hands once more. Without hesitation, she licked up the slit at the tip and said,
"In… in my mouth…♥ Give it all to this throat…♥ Your precious medicine… I want to drink every last drop, without spilling a single one…♥"
With those words, she grinned and took his cock back into her mouth. Gripping his waist, she thrust her head forward, shoving it deep into her throat.
"Mmph…! Guweeehk♥! Chluuuurp♥ Schloop…♥!"
Unbearable gags surged up, tears welled in her eyes—but it didn't matter. The pain had become familiar, even sweetly addictive. The saintess desperately worked her mouth to coax his release into her throat.
“Hoo… Very well, Saintess. If that's what you want……”
To unleash his pent-up load, he grabbed her head with both hands. Then, from the cocktip already past her tonsils and into her esophagus, he erupted violently.
Bluuuuurp-♥
“Guuhk-♥♥?! Mmph! Mmmph-♥!”
The thick, sticky fluid burst deep in her throat. A musky, heavy night-bloom scent pierced her nose and mouth simultaneously, making her body shudder. The gooey semen didn't flow straight to her stomach—it clung stickily to her throat. More backed up than went down, puffing her cheeks like they might burst.
“Mmmph-♥ Hnngh…♥!!”
Soon, excess semen refluxed from her mouth and nose around his cock, leaking messily.
‘Ah…! The priest's… medicine…♥’
Her vision blurred from lack of air, but Seriel couldn't spit out a single drop of this treasure. She tried to swallow it all, but his cock blocked her throat tight. As her neck bulged from the intrusion and dizziness set in from breathlessness, tears streamed down, mingling with semen on her cheeks.
‘Hmm… Guess that's enough for now.’
Han Jin-seong pulled his cock back from her throat to her lips, finally letting her breathe. The saintess gulped down the thick clumps filling her mouth with effort.
“Gulp…♥ Gulp…♥ Gulp…♥”
But… she soon realized the sheer volume was unnatural.
“Gulp…♥ Gulp…? Gulp……??”
His cock kept blup-blup twitching, spurting more without end.
“Come on, Saintess. Keep swallowing. There's still a lot more coming.”
Han Jin-seong stroked her hair soothingly, adjusting the flow from his tip so she could drink without pause.
Gulp…♥ Gulp…♥ Gulp……♥
Seriel desperately swallowed the endless thick semen pouring from his cocktip. As his rough hand gently swept her hair, she felt deep comfort, focusing solely on receiving his gift. The sweet-bitter taste, once just okay, now deliciously coated her tongue, clung to her throat, slid down her esophagus, and piled up in her stomach—making her womb, pussy, and asshole tingle.
Glurp-♥ Her stomach bloated full of his semen, visibly distending her lower belly under the thin saintess robes. Already slightly puffed from the earlier anal injection, it now protruded roundly like a pregnancy.
“Hoo…♥♥”
The long ejaculation finally ended. She felt his cock soften after the last spurt in her mouth. Determined not to miss a drop, Seriel suckled the tip clean.
Then, slowly and carefully, she released his cock from her mouth.
“Pwaaah……♥♥”
She looked down at her belly. Swollen plump with the priest's precious medicine. The sight was embarrassing yet filled her with profound satisfaction and fulfillment. Being so utterly filled with him made her happier than anything.
"Haa…♥"
Her lips, chin, even under her nose smeared with his semen, the saintess sighed contentedly. A sticky strand of saliva and cum stretched between her lips and glans, snapping to splatter on her chest. Without wiping it, she gazed up at him dreamily.
"Priest…♥ It was delicious…♥ Really… so very much…♥"
She smiled shyly, cradling her bulging lower belly with both hands.
"Look… It's so full with yours…♥ My insides… all filled with you…♥"
Overwhelmed with joy, she nuzzled his cock like a spoiled girl, her semen-stuffed body feeling prouder and more lovable than anything in the world.
Gurgle- Her stomach ached fiercely, but it was nothing her holy power couldn't soothe. No guilt lingered in using divine energy to ease belly pain from a gut full of semen—not when it wasn't healing the wounded, just this.
“Well done, Saintess. Heh.”
Han Jin-seong praised her with a pleased face and helped her up. Now… the situation was perfect for his favorite play.
‘Maybe have her shit it out outdoors first.’
Imagining secretly making the saintess expel her bellyful of semen, he grinned in anticipation.