What Do You Think a Saintess Is?
Kairan stared at Eli for a moment.
A woman with massive breasts and hips, plus a futanari cock. Just like the word suggested, she wore a cross necklace around her neck, and her shining sky-blue hair gave off a holy vibe. Above all, her pupils were shaped like crosses. Some kind of saintess mark? The guild had confirmed it too, so she was probably the real deal.
And yet—
"You're really a saintess, right?"
Kairan couldn't help but ask one more time.
"What kind of fantasies does the hero have about saintesses?"
"..."
"Well, that last bit was kinda off."
Eli closed her eyes for a second. She seemed deep in thought, then opened them with a look of realization as she turned to Kairan.
"You're right, 'rape' is a bit too harsh."
"Yeah, if she's in heat, you should properly seduce her..."
"Better to call it 'sex by tacit consent' than rape."
"Tacit consent...?"
Kairan gave her a weary look.
"Don't make that face—hear me out."
"Fine, go on."
"See that ass?"
Eli pointed at Loren, who was cooking in the kitchen. Kairan turned her gaze and let out a small gasp of admiration. A massive ass. At least bigger than any of her ex-girlfriends', Loren's huge cheeks jiggled as she cooked.
"Turns you on, right?"
"It does... yeah."
"See? That's her seducing you. Otherwise, she's just a bitch in heat by nature."
No matter how you sliced it, that wasn't something a saintess should say—but it made a certain kind of sense. Deep down, Kairan felt the urge to pounce too. Only modern sensibilities about crime were barely holding her back.
"Plus, we're futanari, right? Superior to regular women from birth?"
"Eli..."
"Hero. You're horny too, aren't you?"
"Ugh..."
Kairan hesitated. No, wasn't this still a crime? She'd played on the edge plenty back home. She'd been to court a few times, dragged into lovers' quarrels. She knew what happened when you fucked around recklessly—dildos, not real dicks, but still. No accountability here, but rape? Hell no.
Of course, with a saintess by her side, maybe she could pull some strings with authority.
"I'll take responsibility."
"You..."
"Hehe, touched?"
"How pent up are you?"
"Oh, that side?"
Eli reached out and stroked Kairan's arm. Her soft fingers on smooth skin sent a ticklish tingle through her.
"Hero. You're at your limit too, right?"
That was the clincher.
With a deep sigh, Kairan nodded vaguely and headed toward Loren. Eli watched the whole thing unfold.
Kairan slipped behind Loren and hugged her warmly, like it was routine.
"Wha—huh...? K-Kairan?"
"Smells delicious, Loren."
"Th-thank you...?"
Kairan's massive cock hardened, poking at Loren's ass and thighs. Loren flinched, stirring the stew in the big pot. Every touch from Kairan stole her focus.
"Y-You're... too close."
"Am I? This feels perfect to me."
"I-I can't cook like this..."
"It's fine."
Kairan reached around and kneaded Loren's belly. The chewy give transmitted straight to her fingertips.
"I-I'm married!"
"Mmm, and?"
"Wha...?"
Eli, sitting at the table, answered at the mention of a husband. She strolled over, casually slipping the ring off Loren's left ring finger. It came off without resistance. Loren stared blankly.
"Not anymore, huh?"
Eli kissed Loren's left hand lightly as she said it.
Kairan dragged Loren to the table beside the kitchen and laid her down. Her breasts squished and spilled sideways, drawing a gasp from Eli.
"Damn, those are huge... Hehe, love it."
"D-Don't do this...! Th-this is rape...!"
"You were expecting this, weren't you, Loren?"
"I-I... well..."
As they talked, Kairan grabbed Loren's ass, spreading it. Her pussy, soaked in juices, winked hungrily, waiting for cock. Was she really looking forward to it? Kairan smirked faintly, pressing her huge dick against the entrance.
Oh yeah, this'll be my first real dick insertion.
"Hoon♥"
"Whoa, spreading on her own?"
"Th-that's... oooh♥"
The pussy parted willingly, swallowing the cock. Kairan's shaft stretched the virgin-tight walls, plunging deep. Eli stepped back to watch, stroking her own stiff dick as she waited her turn.
"G-Goooh♥ Oogh♥ Ah, aaah♥"
"Loren, you sure you're married? Clenching so tight."
"Ah, aaah♥ D-don't... move so sloooow♥"
"Like this? Yeah?"
Kairan rocked her hips slowly, scraping the walls. She eased in bit by bit, the pussy clinging and dragging with every tiny motion. Years of experience let her visualize the insides from the sensations alone.
"D-don't...♥ Cover me more♥ Pussy getting covered... Ah, aaah. Haaah♥"
"Getting covered already? And I'm only halfway."
"N-nooo...♥ S-say that and my womb... it's ovulating♥"
Squish—something kissed the tip. Instinct told her it was the womb. Long experience, and a natural talent. After that, it was simple. Kairan switched to fast, hard thrusts. Slap! Slap! Slap! Soft ass flesh rippled. She pounded the womb mercilessly, ignoring Loren's moans, hips shaking relentlessly.
"Haaah, I'll head upstairs. Send her up when you're done."
"Got it. Won't take long."
"Hehe. If you send her broken, I'll scold you?"
"I said I got it."
Loren's face melted in ecstasy. Eli watched for a moment, yawned, and headed upstairs. Hearing the footsteps fade, Kairan thrust even harder.
The pistoning intensified. Juices dripped, pooling on the floor. Moans turned utterly depraved. It all built to help Kairan cum.
"Wanna cum in your womb?"
"Y-yes, yeees♥ Woombbb♥ Fill my wooombb♥"
"Yeah, filling you up!"
Spurt! Spluuurt! Spluuuush!
Thick, pure white semen bloated the battered womb. Gooey loads drowned it, enough to drown the waiting eggs too.
Pulling out carefully—splooosh—semen gushed out. Loren's huge ass hit the floor amid the puddles that didn't soak in. Legs giving out, she collapsed, trembling.
"Need a hand?"
"N-no...♥ I'm f-fiiiine♥"
"Alright then."
Now dropping formalities, Kairan watched Loren stagger toward the stairs on shaky legs. Semen trailed her path, slowly seeping into the floor.
"Aah..."
Too weak after all—Loren crawled up on all fours. Kairan, ready to catch a fall, smiled as she watched the determined climb.
Leaving Loren behind, Kairan ladled stew into a bowl. Moans from upstairs as a side dish, she dug in.
* * *
Upstairs in the master bedroom, Eli lay waiting on the bed. Footsteps announced Loren's arrival. She sat up.
Loren stumbled in, a wreck: red handprints on her breasts, face smeared with tears, snot, drool; thick cum leaking between her thighs. Eli's mind flashed to a whore servicing three at once.
Hero through and through...
Shaking off the idle thought, Eli smiled benevolently and hugged her tight. The cum stench clinging to her—disgusting? No, it only enraged Eli's cock more. She slapped Loren's ass hard.
"Haak♥"
Loren moaned. Eli sat on the bed's edge, forcing her to her knees.
"Suck."
"Y-yes♥"
Slurp slurp—the blowjob sounds filled the room. Eli watched Loren lick from base up.
"This is your fault, you know? Seducing us with that huge ass."
Loren, lost in sucking, barely registered it. Eli kept talking.
"The crime of bewitching a saintess and hero is grave. Don't wanna be tried and burned at the stake, right?"
"H-hngh... Y-yes..."
"Good. Then atone with that slutty body. Suck cock, serve with your pussy. Get pregnant with the hero's and my seed quick."
"Th-then the sin... goes away...?"
Brain melted by pleasure? Despite the playful tone, Loren believed it utterly.
"Of course. Bear our child, and the goddess will forgive you."
Eli sweetened her voice. Watching Loren kiss the dick, tearfully vowing service, Eli beamed with saintly grace.