Liberation, Part 1
"Haa... Haa..."
"Huu... Huu..."
I climbed on top of Irene. We stared face-to-face.
"The time is up, isn't it...?"
Irene stared down at my cock. It was fully erect, practically screaming for release.
"Yeah... it's past."
I looked down at Irene's pussy. It was dripping wet, enough to soak the bedsheets. If I slid inside right now, it would welcome my cock with open arms, swallowing it whole as she whimpered in ecstasy.
"Our promise was to hold back for six days, right...?"
Irene wrapped her hand around my shaft and guided it close to her slit. The soft, damp heat of her folds brushed against my tip. Just that tiny contact sent my arousal skyrocketing.
"It's the seventh day now... and we promised to have tons of sex, didn't we?"
"We did... but we said we'd start in the morning..."
"It's still 'AM' right now, isn't it? That counts as morning... right?"
At those words, we fell silent, simply staring at each other as our breathing grew heavier.
"What... do you want to do?"
Slowly, my tip began to slip past her lips. No, it was more like it was begging to be let inside, pushing its way in on its own.
"Let's stop holding back and just..."
My head slipped inside. Irene let out a soft whimper. The sensation of her soft, scorching-hot vaginal walls squeezing my tip sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to my brain.
"...do it?"
With that single whisper from Irene, I couldn't hold back anymore. I thrust all the way in.
"Ahyaaaang!"
This is absolutely killer.
An electric shock of pleasure shot straight to the back of my skull. A sensation so intense that it was hard to put into words—so overwhelming that I couldn't even form a coherent sound—surged up from my cock.
Her soft walls seemed to rejoice at the reunion after a long week, dancing around my shaft and clamping down on it with a desperate, tight grip.
"Haa... haa... You're inside... finally... after a whole week...!"
Irene's pussy wept tears of joy, gushing juices and even squirting in celebration. Her face was flushed with the ecstatic bliss of having sex after so long, her head tossing back as she let out cries of pure rapture.
"Maurice... Maurice... Maurice... Hurry... hurry and fuck me... please?"
Irene wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear. Her voice was sweet, dripping with arousal and raw, hedonistic temptation.
"Ahng!"
Unable to resist, I began to drive my hips forward.
This is the absolute best.
Why the hell did I force myself to stay away from this pussy for a whole week?
No, was it really because it had been a week that it felt this good?
Or was it because we had done nothing but tease each other, making the actual act feel like a drop of water in a desert?
Every single thrust sent shivers down my spine, forcing groans and gasps of awe from my throat. The texture of her ribbed walls, the sheer wetness, the sheer eroticism of Irene's cries... and above all...
"Maurice, Maurice...! It feels so good... It feels too good, ahyaaaang!!!"
The thrilling sense of taboo that came from driving a holy Saintess completely mad with sexual pleasure.
Hear me, everyone. Hear me, members of the Holy Order. Hear me, you holy knights and priests who used to make lewd remarks behind Irene's back whenever you saw her body.
Irene's pussy is the absolute greatest.
A pussy that clamps down with every thrust, begging for my seed.
A pussy that floods itself with juices with every stroke, making it wetter and softer by the second.
If this isn't the ultimate pussy, then what is? I'm going to spend the rest of my life fucking only this pussy. For the rest of my days, this is the only place I will ever sink my cock into and cum.
"Maurice, Maurice! Right there... right there! Ahng, it's so rough! It feels too good!"
Irene was smiling. It wasn't her usual tearful, pleasure-dazed expression, but a smile of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Was I the only one who knew this smile? Was I the only one she would ever show it to?
"I can't help it when your pussy feels this fucking good...!!!"
"You're going... too hard, ahng!"
"I held back for a whole week... a whole week! Do you have any idea how hard it was to go without fucking you?!"
I grabbed Irene's breast and pulled it toward me.
"Ahng! Not there... not there!"
I pulled her nipple to my mouth and took it onto my tongue. I stimulated her nipple while continuing to pump into her. I had wanted to do this so badly. Staring at her breasts all week, this was the one thing I couldn't wait to do. I knew this would drive her wild.
"It feels weird... h-ah?! This... this is...!!! I love it!! I love it!!!!"
She squealed in delight, pushing her chest further into my face and begging for more. Panting heavily, we kept going, lost in each other.
"Maurice... Maurice... I think I'm gonna go crazyyyy..."
"Then go crazy."
"I can't go crazyyy... I-I was a Saintess..."
Like I give a shit.
The Saintess had already become my personal cum-dumpster, a cock-sleeve of a female.
Yeah, we were nothing but beasts right now. Irene was a female cat in heat, wailing constantly, and I was a male in rut, ready to dump load after load inside her.
I wasn't quite ready to blow yet. I was only about seventy percent of the way there. I could hold it a bit longer. I'd build it up, and then I'd pump a thick, heavy load deep inside her. I was going to creampie her.
What if Irene got pregnant? Now was not the time to worry about that. Have you ever seen a beast worry about pregnancy while mating? Beasts mate to get pregnant in the first place. Wait... did that mean I was fucking Irene because I wanted to knock her up? Was I grinding my hips just to plant my seed inside my childhood friend?
Ah, who gives a flying fuck. Right now, I was fucking a Saintess. I was just pounding my cock into the pussy of Irene—my childhood friend who had a killer body, massive tits, wide hips, and a fat ass.
Yeah. Irene.
Irene, the former Saintess.
Saintess?
Come to think of it, she wasn't even a Saintess anymore.
"Irene, I really want to say something dirty right now."
"Mnh...? Why...?"
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight it's driving me insane. Former Saintess or not, all I see in front of me right now is a slut optimized for draining my cum."
Irene looked startled for a moment, but then she smiled. She even wrapped her arms tighter around me.
"Yeah... I'm Maurice's personal cum-milker right now. So fuck me as much as you want... I'll take whatever you give me... okay?"
"Haa, haa... What if you get pregnant? I feel like I'm going to dump enough cum to knock you up today..."
"We're cursed, remember? There's no way I'd get pregnant."
At those words...
"Since this is a pussy you can creampie without any consequences... fill me up as much as you want ♡"
My urge to ejaculate reached its absolute peak. I pressed the tip of my urethra right against her cervix.
—Splurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!
Without even warning her, I let loose.
It was a long, endless release. The semen I had held back through a week of constant teasing erupted all at once, sending a prolonged wave of ecstasy washing over my brain.
"Oh, ooooh..."
Irene shivered in delight at the endless stream, her eyes rolling back as she wore a dazed, ecstatic smile, her head thrashing from side to side. She seemed completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled.
Just how long did I cum? Was it enough to completely fill her womb? I couldn't even tell, but it was easily the longest ejaculation of my life. The result of a week's abstinence was staggering.
"Haah... haah..."
The exhausting, endless release finally came to an end. The excess semen that her womb couldn't hold began to trickle down her thighs.
"You shot so much...?"
Irene marveled at the sheer volume of semen leaking from her pussy. Then, she looked up at my cock.
"Ah~"
She opened her mouth wide, pointing at her tongue as if telling me to put it in. So, I slid it in.
"Mnh... slurp. Nnngh..."
She licked it all over. She sucked out the remaining semen still trapped inside my urethra, licking and sucking every inch of it thoroughly to make sure not a single drop was wasted.
"Haa... that feels good, Irene..."
The sensation was so good that I couldn't help but start moving my hips again. Despite that massive release, a single round wasn't nearly enough to satisfy a week's worth of pent-up lust. I grabbed the back of Irene's head and began to thrust my hips back and forth.
"Mmph... ugh... mmmph..."
Irene didn't panic or act surprised. She simply closed her eyes and let me do whatever I wanted, as if she had been waiting for this too.
Well, if that was what she wanted, I was happy to oblige.
I thrust even harder, shoving my cock deep down her throat.
"Mmph?! G-glug?!"
"Shut up. You're my cum-dumpster right now. Start masturbating."
At my command, she actually began to play with her semen-filled pussy. With one hand, she fingered herself inside, while the other hand rubbed and stimulated her clitoris.
Yeah, this was how it should be. We were both feeling good, so what could be better?
I used Irene's mouth however I pleased. Sometimes pushing against her left cheek, sometimes her right, and sometimes pinning down her swirling tongue as I fucked her throat.
"Haaah... I'm cumming... I'm gonna cum!!"
The urge to blow hit me like a freight train.
"Mmph! Ugh! Mmph!"
I shoved my cock all the way down Irene's throat and ejaculated deep into her esophagus.
Another long release began, and I could hear Irene trying to breathe through it.
I could see her eyes flying wide open.
"Haah... haah..."
Once I finally finished, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Irene coughed and sputtered, but...
"Your cum... it didn't even touch my tongue, it went straight down my throat..."
She smiled, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
"Irene!!!"
I couldn't help myself. I went in for more.
A knock sounded at the door.
We walked over to the door and opened it.
"Since you didn't come down for breakfast, I brought..."
It was the innkeeper's wife, holding a breakfast tray. But she froze in shock, her eyes widening.
"Just... ah... leave it in front of the door... pleaseee!!!"
Well, of course she did. We were still in the middle of fucking, after all.
