A Rest Day, But It Ends Up Like This Anyway
“Today’s really just a chill day off~”
The morning at the inn.
We were lounging under the covers, sipping coffee.
Of course, we’d ended up in the same bed after fucking last night too.
It was the second day of our planned break since we’d come to this rural village.
We savored the morning languor, drinking the coffee we’d brewed earlier while basking in the sunlight.
“What should we do today, Maurice?”
Irene leaned her head against me as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with expectation.
I took a sip of coffee and pondered.
…Is there even anything to do?
We’d literally planned this as a rest day.
No need to do a damn thing—just lie here and relax.
If our moods aligned, we could fuck all day long.
But somehow, I wasn’t quite in the mood for that level of indulgence.
The weather was clear and nice; it made me want to head outside for something.
“…Wanna hit up the Sanctuary again?”
“Huh? Again?”
“We were too busy sneaking fucks to really enjoy it last time.”
“Ah… haha…”
Fucking on the sly while hikers passed by—totally insane.
Because of that thrill, we couldn’t even pray properly and just headed back down.
“And I heard there’s another one around here.”
“A monastery smack in the middle of the mountain range.”
“It’s the birthplace of a saint too, so it might be worth checking out.”
I finished my coffee and set the cup down.
Another tidbit from the innkeeper.
I hadn’t realized this backwater village had two Sanctuaries.
Makes sense why it’s a pilgrimage spot.
“Hmm… well… we’ll just hold hands and take a stroll, right?”
“…Yeah.”
“Then I’m in! But first…”
She finished her coffee and set her cup aside.
With a mouthful of unswallowed brew, she leaned in for a kiss.
Her tongue slipped past, feeding me the coffee.
“…”
“Can’t we just fuck once… before we go? So nothing like yesterday pops up.”
“Irene, your seduction game levels up every time.”
I was impressed, as always.
Exchanging coffee mid-deep kiss with our tongues? Never saw that coming.
The brew tasted sweeter than bitter—hell, it was like it had aphrodisiac mixed in. My dick sprang right up.
“Is that so…? So you’ll do it?”
Still naked from sleeping, she, she threw off the covers and straddled me.
She teased my throbbing cockhead against her pussy lips, torturing me.
“You’ll… do it, right?”
Her eyes begged for it, pleading.
Yet she flashed that slutty smile, cheeks flushed red.
Ah.
How the hell could I leave a Saintess like this alone?
I yanked Irene into my arms.
“Obviously.”
And slammed my cock straight into her.
“Hngaaah!”
I figured I’d better satisfy her quick, so I zeroed in on her favorite spots and stabbed away.
“Aang… right there, love it…!”
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Slap, slap.
The lewd sounds of flesh colliding mixed with the wet pokes at her womb mouth.
Every hit on her weak spots sent moans flooding my ears, her ragged breaths spurring me on.
“Hnnng… Mauriceee…!”
“Feels good?”
“Yeah, so good… morning sex to start the day off right… amazing…!”
“You’re like a sex-addicted Saintess… at this rate, people might as well call you my personal fucktoy.”
The pleasure built, words spilling out.
Irene just panted, then whispered in my ear.
“Not a fucktoy… but I’m yours… Maurice… use me however you want…”
That’s right.
She’d told me to fuck her freely for our 100 days.
The noble Saintess herself, straight from her mouth.
Remembering that made me made me crave creampieing her.
Our first time flashed back.
Virginity? Long gone, all given to me.
Hymen? I tore it.
Deflowering blood? Mixed with her juices—pure perfection.
And now?
“Mauriceee…!”
Just my Saintess, calling my name, craving cum and cock.
No virginity, no pussy pride, no feminine bullshit—just a horny bitch in heat, all mine.
I was fired up.
Thrust faster. Hips pistoning harder.
“Irene… gonna cum… take it all…”
“Yes… creampie me full♡”
—Spurrrrrt
I pressed against her womb and unleashed.
Pouring my long morning load deep into her womb.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Post-nut clarity hit, same as always.
“Mmm… mm…”
Irene silently went down for cleanup duty.
“Thanks for the morning energy boost, Maurice.”
“…Saintess, how the hell did you hold out this long?”
Sudden curiosity struck.
We fucked daily now, even waking up to it—her heat in overdrive.
How’d she survive solo?
Irene tilted her head.
“Hmm… I masturbated to cope…”
She flexed her fingers, counting.
“Over seven times a week…?”
“…Your libido was always insane.”
“No! One fuck lasted a day before. The curse cranked it up!”
That tracked.
Masturbation vs. real sex hits different on the lust meter.
Made sense. Post-curse, we fucked at least once daily—often two or three.
And kept it up all week.
“What about you, Maurice? How’d you hold out? Jerking off enough?”
“Huh? Why ask that outta nowhere?”
“You asked about mine, so fair’s fair!”
True.
I blurted it out.
“…Fourteen times a week.”
“Whoa… your stamina’s no joke…”
“More some weeks.”
“Wow…”
Irene grinned and sidled up.
She flicked my cock with her finger.
“Lucky me, snagging such a great fuck buddy.”
“That so?”
“Best childhood friend ever.”
Then she grabbed my dick and started handjobbing out of nowhere.
“Hey, what the—stop…”
“Just a whim~ Craving your cum… Eating from my super-stamina stud… bet it’ll make me healthier~”
She dove in, sucking away.
The sudden sensation made my legs quake; I gripped her head.
Slurp… schloooorp… sluuuurp
“Ngh… Irene… you suck dick too good…”
All our fucking had leveled her up—better than before.
She knew my spots, how to lick and suck to milk me dry.
“Not a succubus or what…!”
“I’m your Saintess!”
She mumbled around my cock.
The vibrations amped the pleasure.
“Irene… gonna cum soon…”
She pulled off, stroking me with a grin.
“Hold out longer~ Feels way better that way…”
“Ngh…”
True. Couldn’t blow with her mouth still teasing.
Holding back during the suckjob was heaven.
She knew it—rubbing the glans against her cheek, deepthroating to squeeze.
“Hahk… hahk… Irene…!”
I lost it.
—Spurrrrrt
Blasting into her mouth.
Irene smiled, taking every drop.
Once done, she pulled off.
“Your virile cum… delicious♡”
She showed me her empty mouth, smirking seductively.
Ha.
Fine, fuck it. Ecstasy hit; I approached her savoring the aftertaste.
“Irene.”
“Hm?”
She swallowed with a gulp, beaming.
“Swallowing’s tricky… but it’s growing on me♡”
“All gone?”
“Yup.”
“Then prep your lower mouth for more.”
I pounced.
“Kyaa?!”
No words needed—I rammed in and pounded missionary-style from above.
“Hah, hng… s-sudden cock slam… d-did my suckjob get you that riled?”
“Your slutty fault, Irene… keep tempting me, my dick can’t hold back!”
One deep thrust.
“Hnnng…!”
Irene spasmed in bliss, ecstatic grin spreading.
“Haa… haa… but your cock tempts me too… can’t resist shoving it in…”
“Guess we’re both sluts blaming each other?”
“Exactly…”
I whispered in her ear.
“Plans canceled. Your pussy’s getting soaked in juices and cum all day.”
“Ha, hahaaah…”
Irene lit up with joy instead.
“You too… ready to drain those balls dry tonight…?”
Teasing me again.
In the end, we fucked nonstop till nightfall—no leaving the room.
D-85
Until Irene and Maurice's death.