The Saint's Fall
Sweet nasal moans and sticky, wet sounds were spilling from Erden. The saint, utterly steeped in lust, didn’t so much as flinch at Marei’s body twisting in pleasure. If anything, she seemed even more aroused—her movements grew rougher, the suction around his cock stronger, as she worked greedily to draw out every drop of his semen.
Even so, she swallowed with audible gulps, diligently drinking down the thick white fluid that leaked from the corners of her mouth. Between swallows, she would teasingly scrape her teeth along his burning shaft. The woman who had claimed it was her first time knew exactly how to please a man, like a born seductress.
Marei had no time to be shocked by her skill. The irregular, overwhelming pleasure kept short-circuiting his mind, forcing him to simply follow her lead.
“Y-you’re… too good…! I’m… I’m gonna…”
Gulp. Gulp. Shluuurp…
Marei clutched Erden’s head tightly as he came. The sheer volume of semen far exceeded what she could swallow, puffing out her cheeks like a balloon. Erden cupped her hands neatly beneath her chin to catch what spilled, working her throat desperately to gulp down as much as she could.
“Haa… haa…”
“Sorry. I thought you could drink it all… but I ended up making such a mess. The devil’s too strong… Looks like we’ll have to do it here too.”
Even after climaxing, Marei’s cock remained rock-hard. Erden flashed a mischievous little-devil smile and poured the semen pooled in her hands into her cleavage. Then she slipped off her bra and began rubbing her breasts together.
Squish. Squelch. Sliiick. Shlorp. Squelch.
The semen trapped between her breasts sloshed obscenely with every motion, producing lewd, wet noises. Marei, entranced, stepped closer and offered her his still-vigorous manhood.
“Hehe… Is the devil making you suffer this much? Then this saint will have to drain every last drop.”
Erden spread her massive breasts and slowly enveloped his cock between them. The position must have been uncomfortable, because she slid down onto the bed to continue her service. Even as she lowered herself carefully, she kept her breasts pressed tightly around him, refusing to let go.
The soft, squishy sensation of her tits, the way the semen-coated valley stretched into long, sticky strands—Marei couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached out with both hands and gently pinched her stiff, erect nipples.
“Mmm… You’re… really good with your breasts…”
“And you, little brother… it’s hard to believe you’re a saint with how skilled you are…”
Irritated by Marei’s words, Erden squeezed her breasts together and began roughly kneading his cock between them. The plush, velvety pressure made his voice stretch out in a long groan.
“I practiced every day while imagining this… It got me so excited when I touched myself thinking about it. All these breast techniques—I practiced them too. You’re my first… So? How do my breasts feel?”
“Ugh… You’re… way too good at this…”
Erden’s enormous breasts swayed wildly with her movements, the parts he couldn’t fully grasp jiggling freely in every direction. It would probably take both hands just to hold one. Breasts the same size as Lavella’s were completely swallowing his cock. No—devouring it.
Marei enjoyed her masterful service, stroking her violet hair in praise. He gathered a handful and inhaled deeply. A sweet, pleasant scent wafted up.
“This feels good, right? Doesn’t it? I heard that being a saint actually means you’re a toy for the gods.”
“Huh…? What?”
Erden stuck out her tongue, letting a thick strand of saliva drip into her cleavage, then continued.
“According to the heretics’ records, the gods… hehe… how cute, the way you twitch. It says the gods were originally devils who stole their thrones. And to celebrate their victory, they grant the most talented human in this particular area to serve them.”
“Ugh… ngh…!”
With even more lubricant added, Marei could feel the silky heat of Erden’s breasts even more intensely. He let her absurd words go in one ear and out the other, focusing instead on enduring the rising urge to cum so he could enjoy her service longer.
“A saint who’s addicted to masturbation, comforting herself several times a day while thinking of me. The heretics’ records kept coming to mind, and even though she felt guilty, she couldn’t stop touching herself…”
“Nngh… What a wicked saint you are.”
“Ah… yes… I suppose I am a wicked saint…”
As the pressure to climax built, Marei stopped trying to hold it back and simply answered her absentmindedly. The way she hung her head dejectedly was unbearably adorable, so even when her rhythm faltered, he gently stroked her hair.
“You said there’s a devil inside me. Please exorcise it quickly, Saintess.”
“Ah… that’s right… I’ll get rid of it properly for you. I’ll suck it all out. Every last drop. Because I’m a saint…”
Unlike before, Erden began violently squeezing his cock with her breasts, as if trying to wring him dry. This was no longer playful teasing to heighten their mutual lust—it was pure, single-minded determination to milk out his semen.
Startled by the sudden change in sensation, Marei shoved her away.
“I’ll squeeze it all out for you… I’ll take care of everything…”
Unlike her earlier kitten-like demeanor, the pushed-aside Erden now crawled toward him with a dazed, spellbound expression. She rubbed her cheek against his crotch, sniffing eagerly before dragging her tongue along his length.
When she brought her hands together again to resume her tit-service, Marei grabbed her and pulled her fully onto the bed.
“Mmm…?”
“You’re beautiful, Saintess.”
Erden, who had been momentarily confused by his actions, turned her flushed face away at the sudden compliment. Her sweat-dampened violet hair lay scattered across the sheets, and she was shyly covering her soaked mound with her stocking-clad thighs.
“I want to see more. Your pale belly… your dripping wet pussy… and your cunt too…”
“Th-that’s the sacred palace… Aaaah…”
Erden tried to protest, but the moment Marei spread her thighs wide and licked her glistening pink folds, her body thrashed wildly in ecstasy. The way she twisted and writhed, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure, was incredibly cute.
“It’s a cunt, right?”
“Sacred pa… mmm… ah…”
Just one lick of his tongue had her shuddering as if she’d already climaxed. Marei instantly understood where her weakness lay. And gradually, he began to see how he could completely control her.
“Say it’s a cunt.”
“Th-this is the sacred… ah… nngh… S-stop… please stop…”
When he traced his tongue along the pattern of her folds, honey poured endlessly from her petals.
“Stooop… my head… it’s getting weird… stop… ah… it feels good… please… it’s strange… I’m becoming strange…”
“It’s a cunt, right?”
“Aah… yes, it’s a cunt. This is my cunt…! Hii… s-stop… please… aah… my head… my head is… ha… hiiiit…!!!”
Although Marei had only recently lost his virginity, he drew on the memories of toying with his mother Lavella dozens of times and ravaging her without mercy. He attacked Erden’s most sensitive places from every angle. Moving his tongue this way and that didn’t exactly require advanced technique, but he kept recalling the methods his beloved mother had taught him. Even as Erden begged, he continued his relentless stimulation without pause.
Anyone else might have hesitated at her tormented expression, but thanks to Lavella’s “training,” Marei showed no mercy. He kept pushing her toward climax until the proud saint finally uttered the word “cunt” with her own lips.
Having shattered her pride, Marei trembled with a sense of conquest. The aftershocks of pleasure still hadn’t faded; thick nectar kept gushing from the saint’s entrance. He slowly guided his cock toward it.
“Hmm…? It won’t go in?”
“Hiiik…!”
Erden lay sprawled with her legs spread like a frog. Marei tried to push his cock into her slit, but his massive shaft seemed blocked by something and refused to advance past her entrance. Sensing something strange, he slipped a finger inside. It slid in easily. Even in her pleasure-drunk state, Erden squirmed at the foreign intrusion.
“Erden…? Big sis Erden…?”
“Eh…? Uu…? Eh? Eh? Mm? Mm?”
After calling her name several times, she finally snapped back to her senses, sitting up with a foolish sound. Her eyes remained glued to his still-rigid cock.
“Can I… put it in…?”
“N-no…! That’s the sacred palace… Aah… you can… you can… I can take it… but why…?”
Marei pressed his finger deep into her still-reluctant folds, stroking the surrounding walls teasingly. Erden tried to speak but quickly surrendered to the pleasure.
“It won’t go in…!”
“Because it’s the sacred palace… a man’s thing can’t enter… Hiiik…! R-really…!! No… no more… again… it’s coming again…!!”
Marei once again roughly kneaded and teased her cunt, then pressed his cock against the drooping, perverted saint’s pussy and tried to push in. But he still couldn’t penetrate her. As he stared blankly at her twitching petals and the way her hips begged to be fucked, an idea came to him.
“Huu… huu… I’ll service you with my mouth… so please give up on that place… it won’t go in… huh…? Huh? Th-that place…!”
Marei hooked one of Erden’s legs over his shoulder and pressed his cock against her tightly closed anus.
“This should work, right?”
“I-I don’t know…! There’s no way something like that could go in back there…! Aah, hii… th-that’s not… that’s not it… hiiik…!”
Marei scooped up the fluid leaking from her petals and carefully smeared it over her rear entrance. She shook her head in refusal, but the moment his finger pushed inside, she began to cry out in a sweet, broken voice.
“I’m putting it in…”
“With my mouth…! I’ll do it with my breasts too. You won’t be able to put it in my pussy… but I’ll service you with the entrance… so please… stooop… hiiik…!!!”
Erden let out a loud scream as the foreign object forced its way into her ass. While pinning down her writhing body that desperately tried to escape, Marei thrust his hips forward.