The Sleeping Flower (3)
The Mayor had always risen at dawn, yet today he woke only after the sun had climbed high in the sky.
“Ugh…”
He bolted upright, but his body felt utterly different from its usual state.
His knees didn’t throb. His back didn’t ache.
Now he could be certain.
Heh heh. So the Saintess’s Authority still functions even while she’s cursed.
Recalling yesterday’s events felt like a fever dream.
How long had it been since his cock had risen? How long since he had last held a woman’s body in his arms? And that woman had been Ceres. He couldn’t even remember how many times he had emptied himself inside her tightly clenching walls.
“Wait… what did I do yesterday…”
He thought he had cleaned up afterward, but after rutting through the entire night, he couldn’t recall whether he had truly tidied everything.
Ceres lay inside the chapel. Though few devout believers visited, anyone could enter freely. If someone discovered his traces there…
I need to go back and check.
The Mayor hastily prepared breakfast, then hurried straight to the chapel. He didn’t even need his cane.
“Huff… oh dear.”
His knees no longer hurt, but his lung capacity hadn’t been restored along with them.
Step by step, he approached the sleeping Ceres and gazed down at her. Her clothes and bedding were perfectly arranged, without a single wrinkle.
Even in that state, I still cleaned up nicely. Hmm, hmm.
Seeing her peaceful, slumbering face, the same mad lust that had driven him to ravage her last night surged up again.
No… no. There might still be traces left here as well.
The Mayor glanced out the window to ensure no one was nearby, then slowly lifted Ceres’s skirt.
As her firm thighs were revealed once more, his gaze naturally traced upward.
Hmm. Hmm. Oh… oh my.
Her panties were bunched up around her pelvis, twisted slightly to one side so that one plump labium was completely exposed.
“Ahem. Ahem.”
After another quick glance outside, the Mayor’s hand crept toward Ceres’s underwear.
I need to dress her properly. Yes, yes.
He unrolled the twisted fabric, gently spread her thighs, slipped his fingers inside the panties to adjust them, then withdrew. Her plump mound was now neatly covered once again.
“Huu…”
It had only been the lightest brush of his fingers—once across her outer lips, then instinctively upward through her soft pubic hair.
Yet those two mere contacts were enough. His hand refused to leave the warmth beneath her skirt.
“Uhm… ahem.”
He pulled the panties aside again, the ones he had just fixed, and slid his finger back into the soft mound where his cock had thrust so deeply the night before.
Ceres’s insides clamped down on his finger, tight and wet. He explored upward, downward, sideways. As the Mayor’s hand wriggled, the Saintess’s nectar gradually coated him.
Squish. Squish.
The wet sounds of her pussy and her juices grew louder, more obscene.
Memories from his younger days surfaced—countless women whose cunts he had made gush like fountains. The recollections crossed the barrier of time and flooded back.
Squish! Squish!
By the time the slick, filthy sounds filled the chapel, the Mayor’s bony hand was trembling with excitement. Two hooked fingers drove into the Saintess, frantically rubbing her inner walls until Ceres’s lips parted in a silent gasp.
Another memory returned. He used his thumb to peel back the hood protecting her clit, then stimulated both the sensitive pearl and her inner walls at once. Slowly, the Saintess’s thighs spread wider.
“Huff… huff…”
It was exhausting labor for an old man whose muscles had long since withered, yet each time his strength flagged, it returned with renewed vigor. Under the old man’s fingertips, Ceres’s pussy finally reached its limit.
Whoosh—
A powerful jet of clear fluid erupted from between her spread legs.
For a brief moment, watching the sparkling droplets scatter brought him pure joy, the feeling of having returned to his prime. Then regret crashed over him as he realized the floor, the bedding, and even Ceres’s clothes were now soaked.
“Oh no… oh dear, this…!”
There was nothing in the chapel—sealed by the demons’ barrier—to clean with. In a panic he wiped the floor with his own robe. The white fabric quickly became stained with her nectar and dust.
“Damn it… damn it all. This bitch… because of her…”
Ceres remained fast asleep, yet he cursed a woman who could not speak.
“You wicked slut. You filthy whore. This bitch seduced me…”
Even as he wiped the bedding with his sleeve, the old man’s mouth would not stop. As he spread the Saintess’s legs like a child and cleaned her pussy, her underwear became thoroughly drenched.
“Th-this… what do I do…”
Leaving it to dry would surely draw suspicion. After a moment of anxious thought, the old man closed his eyes and began pulling down Ceres’s soaked panties.
“Why is this bitch’s pelvis so wide… ugh.”
Grasping the edge of the fabric where it dug into her pale flesh, he found it difficult to remove. The panties kept catching on her hips and buttocks. Finally the old man climbed onto the bed and seized the underwear with both hands.
Creak.
“Mayor! Godo has a cold right now—”
It happened in an instant.
The Mayor stared at the person in the open doorway with wide, shocked eyes. Hans—Dain and Ceres’s childhood friend—stood there.
I’m finished…
From the way Hans stared at him, frozen in surprise, the Mayor could easily imagine how he must look: a filthy old man defiling the sleeping Saintess.
Should I say I haven’t done it yet? Claim it’s a misunderstanding?
If he insisted it had only been an attempt, perhaps he could minimize the crime.
“H-Hans. This isn’t… it’s not what it looks like…”
The old man prepared to make the most pitiful face possible and beg for mercy.
But then he noticed Hans’s expression.
Surprise. Confusion. Yet there was no anger. The slight flush on both of the young man’s cheeks came not from outrage, but because Hans’s gaze was fixed not on the Mayor, but on Ceres’s pale, exposed thighs.
As Hans stood there with his mouth hanging open, his Adam’s apple bobbed with a loud gulp. In that moment, the cunning old Mayor realized exactly how to seal the boy’s lips.
“Ah, Mayor. Have you seen Hans?”
“Hmm, I sent him on a small errand. What seems to be the matter?”
A village youth wearing guard equipment stood before the Mayor outside the chapel.
“Godo caught a cold, so we need to rearrange the watch schedule. Did you hear?”
“Ah, I see. It was urgent, so I sent him off without listening properly.”
“I understand. Shall we simply shift everyone by one position, then?”
“Yes, yes. Please do. Make sure at least two people are assigned to each watch.”
“When will Hans be back? He’s supposed to take a shift today too.”
“I’ll send him straight over as soon as he returns. Hmm, hmm.”
“Understood. Then I’ll be off.”
After the young man left, the Mayor let out a short sigh.
The sun hung high in the clear blue sky.
Perhaps because he had embraced the Saintess and received her recovery and reinforcement, his stomach let out a loud growl for the first time in years, announcing that it was lunchtime.
The Mayor glanced around cautiously, then quietly opened the chapel door.
Plap plap plap! Plap plap plap plap!
“Ugh! Ceres! Uuugh!”
Hans had neatly folded his clothes beside the bedding. He was completely naked, thrusting into the equally bare Ceres for what must have been hours.
The Mayor closed the door after confirming no one was outside, then walked toward the young man.
“Hans, it’s nearly time for lunch.”
“Eh? Mayor? I’m not hungry! Uck! Uuugh!”
Every time Hans drove into her, Ceres’s body bounced with elastic force.
“We still need to clean up. I can’t stand guard outside forever, can I?”
“Yes! Yes! Just a second—let me finish this one… Uck! Uuugh!”
Hans gripped Ceres’s waist and thrust even deeper, harder, faster.
The Mayor clicked his tongue, a flicker of regret in the sound.
It would be a lie to say he hadn’t wanted to keep her to himself.
Twenty-one-year-old Hans lacked technique, but even with the Saintess’s reinforcement, the old man could not match the young man’s vigorous stamina. For a moment he felt rather pathetic.
“Her waist is so soft… No wonder Dain bragged about her so much. Haha!”
He could understand why the young man, tasting a woman’s body and the thrill of conquest for the first time, would blurt out such crude words.
“Mayor, you’re really okay with me cumming inside as much as I want, right?”
“You’ve already filled her countless times. Go on. Cum.”
“Uuuuugh!”
Hans clutched Ceres’s waist with bruising force, buried himself to the hilt, and began to shake violently.
With a wet slurp, his cock—already having ejaculated many times—slid free from the Saintess’s pussy. The once-proud organ was now limp and glistening, coated with thick white residue.
From between Ceres’s legs, where Hans’s curly pubic hair clung to her skin, a thick stream of his semen began to drip onto the sheets.
The bedding was utterly soaked with both her juices and his cum.
“Sigh… we’ll have to wash all of this.”
“I-I’ll wash it, sir.”
Hans, still basking in the afterglow, answered while clumsily gathering his clothes.
“Good. Before you go, fetch some nightclothes for Ceres. We need to wash what she’s wearing too.”
“Ah, yes sir.”
“Hurry. I’ll keep watch, so go quickly and return.”
“Yes, Mayor!”
Hans threw on his clothes in a rush and darted out of the chapel with surprising speed.
That young man must have received the same reinforcement from the Saintess’s Authority that the Mayor had experienced.
“Huuuum.”
His sigh carried a trace of bitter lament.
Time was truly terrifying. For a moment it had felt as though the years had rolled backward, yet watching Hans made him feel like the same frail old man whose knees ached once more.
No. No, that’s not it.
The Mayor shook his head vigorously.
He still possessed experience the boy lacked. It would be ugly to feel jealous of the young. But that wasn’t the whole truth.
The Mayor himself did not realize it, but time had rewound far enough that he now carried the crude immaturity of a male in heat.
When was Hans’s shift again?
Absentmindedly holding Ceres’s hand, the Mayor felt his cock stiffen once more. But the time was not yet right.
It wasn’t about size or strength. He wanted to show Hans, right before the boy’s eyes, that a woman’s body could be mastered through skill as well.