Deflowering the Innocent Priestess
"Porter... sir...."
The priestess's delicate voice stirred his conquering lust. Trembling like a fawn soaked by rain, she looked utterly adorable.
How delightful it was to stain a flawless white canvas with his own colors.
People's urge on the first snowfall to leave footprints on pristine snow—that was the manifestation of such desire. What he was about to do dwarfed a child's playful prank.
"This... this is my first time."
He already knew, but she voiced her inexperience herself. Even that aroused him. Nothing beat hearing a virgin's confession straight from her lips.
He laid the priestess on the bed. She yielded like a limp reed, following his lead without resistance. A gentle push, and her body toppled sideways onto the mattress.
Her face, flushed like a ripe peach, gazed toward the distant window beyond him. Too shy to meet his eyes, no doubt.
But he wanted to savor her gaze. To drink in that cute embarrassment. Such prim demeanor wouldn't last.
He grasped her chin, turning her face to his. This time, she tensed her neck in resistance. Adorable defiance.
"Priestess."
"Porter sir. Don't look. It's embarrassing~."
She pushed lightly at him with her hand.
Of course, there was no strength behind it. It felt less like pushing him away and more like pulling him closer.
"I want to see your face, Priestess."
"You're such a tease...."
Her words said one thing, but she relaxed her neck. Her eyes met his.
Her face, brimming with shame, was fresh as unripe green apple and red as cherries. Her gaze, sensing her impending fate, mingled curiosity and fear in equal measure.
She radiated virgin freshness. The anxiety at the corners of her eyes stemmed from first-time nerves, surely.
No need to worry. He was a pro virgin slayer.
"You're tense."
"You look so oddly familiar, Porter sir! It kinda makes me sad...."
"You're my first, Priestess."
"Liar. Even a fool like me wouldn't fall for that."
"Oh dear. So sharp where it counts the least."
"You're awful~!"
She stuck out her tongue playfully, tapping the bridge of his nose with her finger. She seemed miffed. Upset that he wasn't a virgin like her.
"Well, a handsome guy like you couldn't possibly be a first-timer. So, how many women before me?"
"Sometimes ignorance is bliss."
"Bet you've fed that line to plenty of other girls."
"So jealous. Quite the sinful woman."
"Ugh...! Y-yeah! Is it so bad for a girl to be a little jealous?"
"Not at all. Perfectly normal. It makes me happy when someone I love gets jealous."
"Weird psychology."
"Because it shows how much they treasure me. But any spice in excess overshadows the dish. Right now, I need your love more than jealousy."
"Ugh...! Trying to talk your way out with that smooth tongue?"
"Forgive me just this once. I'll show you a new world."
He reached out, caressing the curves revealed by her tight outfit.
Her breasts were at least C-cups. The form-fitting clothes emphasized their hefty weight.
Touching them confirmed they were softer and squishier than expected. A bit lacking in firmness—likely due to her non-combat role and low muscle mass.
Like slime, they molded to his touch. He kneaded gently, massaging rather than squeezing hard to avoid pain.
"Hngh...! Hn...! It tickles."
She didn't resist his hands. He slid them down slowly, stroking her abdomen.
"Ah! Stop there!"
More embarrassed by her belly than her chest, she swatted his hand away. Women could be like that—especially those sensitive about weight hated tummy touches. Was she that type?
No need to poke the bear now. He skipped her stomach, venturing lower.
"Ahh...! That's a sinful place, full of vice."
His hand passed her lower abdomen—the gateway to her mound. Below lay forbidden territory for anyone but lovers.
"Human curiosity is sin incarnate."
He unzipped the fastener at her crotch. Unable to bear it, she averted her eyes. No courage to face him now. He understood.
"I haven't even washed yet!"
Regret filled her voice. Too late. A little scent was part of the fun.
Greeting him was a vast jungle. A golden thicket gleaming like her hair. He'd vaguely expected no grooming, but this exceeded dreams.
"Your shameful place is on full display, Priestess."
"Don't look!"
Unable to endure, she clamped her thighs shut. He wouldn't allow it. Gripping her thighs, he kept them spread.
"Monastery life doesn't include trimming down there, huh?"
"Of course not! It's embarrassing! Touching it casually is forbidden lest we fall into lustful sin!"
"Ah, so that's why it smells like squid...!"
"Kyaa! Let me go!"
"Haha, kidding. No smell at all. You keep it pristine, as expected."
His light tease eased her tension. To prove it, he buried his nose in her bush. A faint salty tang, but no fishy stench.
As a priestess, she maintained spotless hygiene—her skin carried a subtle milky scent. Her pussy seemed well-kept too.
"Heeeng~!"
Her untouched pussy reacted honestly. Her thighs twitched, pupils dilating.
Instinctively, her legs locked around his neck in classic thigh-choke. His breath caught briefly. But no panic.
After savoring her flavor fully, he began tonguing her bush. Foreplay pleasure for her, and hunting the treasure hidden within.
"Hweeeeng~♬ Don't lick, lick me!"
"Slurp! Slurrrp! Lick! Lick!"
Told not to, and he wanted it more—human nature. He lapped her folds leisurely. Too fast, and she'd lag behind his pace. As a sex newbie, he matched her rhythm.
Thorough foreplay made the main event sweeter. Especially her first time—extra care to relax her body and banish fears.
His tongue brushed her pussy like cleaning with a paintbrush.
"Slurrrp! Lick! Lick!"
Dense bush made cunnilingus tricky. Normally, he'd use fingers on such a wild one. But no risk of harming her precious hymen—not even a sliver. Tongue it was.
"Hweeeeng...! Heeeng...! Heeeeng...!"
Her clumsy moans grew slicker. Initial resistance faded. She was surrendering to the mood. Atmosphere was a fearsome beast—even the firmest heart unlocked easily.
When her moans melted like butter, sweet and smooth, he pulled his tongue away.
"Heeng...!?"
A mix of pleasure and disappointment in her voice. Nearly 30 minutes of pussy worship. Tension fully gone now.
"Priestess. Show me your face."
"I-I'm totally embarrassed...."
"It's fine. I want to see your face."
"Okaay...."
Their flushed eyes met. He leaned in for a lip kiss. She didn't dodge—instead, she leaned forward too.
Soft lips touched. Like sweet music playing. She hugged him. He hugged back.
The kiss didn't last. More to come.
"You look a mess."
The receptionist clicked his tongue. The warrior with his left sleeve flapping empty looked unhinged. His vacant eyes stared like at a ghost.
Not surprising. He'd gone to rescue comrades, lost an arm—heartbreak galore.
Many heroes, gravely wounded in dungeons, fell into despair and suicide. The receptionist had seen more than his share manning the guild counter.
'This one's done for too. Thought he had potential, but he broke too soon. Fate's a bitch.'
Losing an arm meant retirement from adventuring. The guild lost a good customer.
"My sympathies—such as they are. Hard to call it misfortune or fortune. So, the rest of your party was wiped out?"
His gaze shifted to the mage beside the warrior. Her report was shocking.
"Yeah. Ran into a massive monster horde in the dungeon. We gave it our all, but it wasn't enough."
"Then you found the original party's hero and barely escaped, just the two of you."
"......"
The warrior stayed silent. Still in shock.
"That party wiped out... Might need to up the 'Tentacle Mire' dungeon's exploration rank. Thought they were solid."
"Bad luck."
The receptionist nodded at the mage's words.
Adventurers laughed and cried by luck. Sometimes died by it. This was one such case.
"Anyway, take care. Hero, I get the despair, but life's long. If dark thoughts hit, come to the guild anytime. Plenty you can still do."
"......"
To the silent warrior, the receptionist told the mage, "Take care of him." She nodded wordlessly.
"We'll be going then."
The pair left the guild.