In a Back Alley of the Holy City
The town we arrived at this time was quite large for a holy site.
Compared to the surrounding villages, it was large enough to be considered a central hub—a bustling city where all kinds of people and goods gathered.
"Wow... there are so many people, Maurice!"
We had left our carriage at the inn and set out to explore the city.
Since we wouldn't be able to visit places like this once we reached our place of exile, we had made a conscious effort to stop by.
Of course, with only about ninety days left of our time-limited lives, who knew what the future held.
Irene looked around in wonder at the crowds of passing people, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was absolutely thrilled. Then again, after becoming the Saintess, she had spent almost her entire life confined within the Holy Order. She must have yearned for a place like this.
"What should we do first, Maurice? It looks like there's so much to do!"
"Let's stop by the cathedral first. We should pray there as part of our pilgrimage."
"Aren't you being a bit too devout? We can do that after we have some fun."
Was she really the former Saintess? Neglecting a duty like this was practically a dereliction of her holy vows.
"No. Let's get our duties out of the way first."
"Ugh... fine."
She looked thoroughly annoyed by the prospect.
As I happened to look down at her, I couldn't help but feel like her breasts had gotten even bigger. Or was it just my imagination? Had they always been this massive? Since they were already so huge to begin with, it was hard to tell for sure.
"What's wrong?"
"Huh? No, just... well, I was thinking your breasts look bigger."
Since I spoke so bluntly, Irene cupped her own breasts, weighing them to check the size.
...I don't know why such a simple gesture is so damn hot.
"Really?"
"Well, at least that's how it looks to me..."
"Hmm... by the way, have you been staring at my breasts this whole time?"
Irene giggled, a playful smirk playing on her lips.
It was hard to deny it, so I just nodded.
"Pervert, pervert~ Staring at the Saintess's breasts like that~ That's grounds for excommunication, I say!"
Irene playfully tapped my shoulder. What was I supposed to do when they were so big and enticing? She shouldn't have been born with such a tempting body in the first place.
"Well, but... you can keep looking."
With that, she pulled me into a back alley. It was a secluded, narrow passage where not a single soul passed by—a place completely hidden from the main street.
"Now... let's just tide you over with this for now, okay?"
As she spoke, Irene pulled up her top halfway, exposing her bare breasts.
I hadn't expected her to treat me to such a delightful view.
I stared wide-eyed at her exposed chest.
They were magnificent, beautifully sized breasts that I would never grow tired of looking at, no matter how many times I saw them. Her pinkish nipples looked as if they existed solely to be sucked.
They were the definition of pure, unadulterated sex appeal. If they grew any larger, they would drive men mad—though they were already more than capable of doing that.
Instinctively wanting to touch them, I raised my hands.
"No."
But Irene quickly covered her breasts again and pressed her index finger against my lips, wearing a wicked, teasing smile.
"Let's save the rest for tonight... okay? I'll let you touch them to your heart's content then."
"...Alright."
"Oh my, but your cock is so stiff. It looks like it's hurting you."
As she spoke, Irene stroked my erect shaft through my pants. Just that light touch was enough to make me let out a soft groan.
"What should we do~? Should I let it out for you now? Or... will you hold it in until tonight, and then..."
Irene stroked her own stomach, whispering softly.
"...fill my womb?"
I looked around. The alley was completely empty. No one was walking around, and there was no sign of anyone passing by.
So, I made up my mind.
"I'm cumming right now."
"Huh? Eek!"
I pinned Irene against the wall, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties to the side.
"Are you really planning to do it here?"
Irene panted heavily, looking up at me with a strange, sultry smile. There was no sign of refusal in her eyes. She just seemed incredibly aroused by the thrill of potentially getting caught outdoors.
"Yeah. Because you're just too fucking hot."
I pulled down my pants, letting my cock spring free.
"R-really? Someone might see us...?"
"If you keep your mouth shut, we won't get caught. So stay quiet."
I thrust straight inside her.
"Ahhh?!"
As a loud moan escaped her lips, Irene immediately covered her mouth with her hand.
"Haa... feels so good... Irene... your pussy is the absolute best..."
I slowly began to move my hips, targeting the exact spots I knew she loved.
I angled my thrusts upward, grinding against her.
"Mmm..."
Irene trembled in response. Her juices began to flow endlessly, dripping down her thighs.
The way she tried to stifle her moans with every thrust was incredibly hot. It only made me want to pump her harder, eager to see just how long she could hold it in.
"Mngh?!"
Irene was clearly struggling to keep quiet. But I ignored her plight, focusing entirely on the tight, wet sensation of her pussy. I was going to savor every bit of it and cum only when I was good and ready.
Is it here? The spot she loves.
When I hit it, Irene's eyes widened and her legs went stiff. A sudden gush of fluid sprayed out of her. I decided to keep hammering that exact spot.
I picked up the pace, thrusting rapidly. Irene writhed in pure ecstasy. She looked like she wanted to scream and moan at the top of her lungs, but she desperately kept her hand clamped over her mouth.
This was the sight. This was exactly what I wanted to see. This was the most arousing thing in the world.
The agonizing sight of her drowning in pleasure but unable to let it out.
I loved it.
As I repeatedly hammered her sweet spot, the urge to ejaculate began to build. I forced myself to hold it back. I wanted to watch her reaction a little longer. I wanted to see her push past her limit.
I kept pounding her relentlessly.
"Mmmmmmgh!!!!"
Irene let out a muffled shriek as her legs locked up, and a massive wave of fluid gushed out, completely soaking my cock. As her knees buckled and she began to slip down the wall.
"I'm not done yet."
I gave her another deep, hard thrust to snap her back to reality and keep her upright.
Irene looked back at me with teary, unfocused eyes that seemed to ask if we weren't done yet, completely overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure.
Seeing my teasing work so perfectly put a smug grin on my face.
Finally, the point of no return arrived. But I decided not to fill her womb this time.
"Irene, open your mouth."
Irene tilted her head in confusion for a split second, but obediently parted her lips.
I pulled out of her wet folds and stuffed my cock into her mouth, face-fucking her like a second pussy.
"I'm cumming!!"
I blasted my semen straight down her throat.
Irene's eyes widened in surprise, but she readily accepted the hot torrent.
She gulped down every drop as I shot, waiting patiently for the rest.
Once I was completely empty, Irene sucked my cock deep into her throat, cleaning it off with a thorough blowjob.
"Phew..."
She let go of my shaft and looked up at me with a flushed, exhausted face.
"Maurice... springing this on me out of nowhere?"
"You're the one who was being too damn teasing."
"Well, yeah, but... sex in a random alleyway? What if someone had actually walked by and caught us!"
"Well... we could always just pay them to forget they saw anything."
After all, money solved most problems.
Irene pouted, crossing her arms.
"Hmph... I'm only letting it slide because it felt good. And I only cleaned you up because I wanted to."
"You know, Irene, you make it so obvious where your sweet spots are. It's surprisingly easy to make you cum."
"Really? No wonder you kept hammering all the right spots with that cock of yours."
I took Irene's hand and helped her stand up.
"Ugh... I came so hard my legs have turned to jelly..."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Yes, it is! Maurice, do you have any idea how good at sex you've gotten lately? Hitting only the spots I like, and suddenly ravishing me outdoors like this!"
Was I really that good?
I couldn't really tell.
Ravishing her outdoors was only because she kept teasing me until I couldn't hold back anymore, so that was technically my fault, but...
Whatever.
"It's your fault for being so slutty, Irene."
"What do you mean I'm slutty?!"
"Just because I looked at your chest, you flashed me. You constantly tempt me and tell me to wait for you at night, and you suddenly decide to give me a blowjob out of nowhere."
Irene listened quietly, then let out a bright laugh.
"Oh, you're right."
"See! If you were only moderately slutty, I wouldn't be acting like this!"
"But think about it, Maurice. Isn't it also because you have such a good-feeling cock?"
What kind of circular logic is this?
"Besides, your cock is huge! My womb happily swallows it up, and you poke only the best spots!"
"..."
"How can I leave you alone? Huh? I want to keep breeding, mating, and having sex! I'm constantly waiting for your huge, beautiful, amazing cock to be stuffed inside my pussy!"
Irene has really become a total slut...
"My pussy is just dripping wet, drooling, waiting to clamp down on your cock! So how can I not tempt you? Huh? Well?"
Somehow, this had turned into a bizarre argument.
Whether it was because of the slutty Irene, or because of me and my amazing cock.
I didn't understand the logic, but I knew one thing for sure.
"...Let's cancel today's plans and go back to the inn."
"Huh? Didn't we decide to go to the cathedral?"
"We'll go tomorrow. We have plenty of time before we have to reach the place of exile anyway."
"But why the inn?"
I pulled out my cock, which had already become rock-hard again, and showed it to her.
Then, I pressed the tip against Irene's stomach.
"Because it seems like you're absolutely dying to get fucked right now."
"...This is why I love you so much, Maurice♡"
Irene wore a wicked, delighted smile.
Until the death of Irene and Maurice.