Indulgences at the Sanctuary [Labella & Erden] (4)
The wet, filthy sounds—squelch… squelch… spluuurt…! Spluuuurt…!—echoed through the room, yet contrary to their vulgar nature, only thick semen gushed from Erden’s abdomen. The saintess was putting on a disgraceful display, expelling cum from her ass, but the sight reminded Marei of something Idrien often said: that mana could eliminate bodily waste.
“How is it? Isn’t it fun watching the saintess oink like a pig? Hmm? Well? What do you think?”
“It’s not really oinking… but it is a little cute, I suppose…”
Even with her tongue lolling out, making those obscene noises as she climaxed, Erden somehow retained an air of mysterious sanctity.
“Tsk… Still, a saintess. Or rather, even calling her Saintess feels….”
Labella had meant to mock the thoroughly ruined saintess writhing in such a vulgar orgasm, but the inexplicable grace and nobility radiating from her even in the midst of depravity left Labella muttering inwardly, This is cheating. The strange discomfort lingered even after she said the word “saintess,” forcing her mouth to automatically correct it to “Saintess-nim.”
When the small foot that had been grinding down finally lifted, the buttocks slowly closed again, sealing so tightly it was as if Marei’s massive cock had never invaded them.
“I’m… I’m cumming… from you stepping on my belly… I’m cumming…”
Lying there with her legs splayed in a frog-like position, Erden looked less like a whore and more like the ultimate seductress, tempting men with every inch of her body. Though her flesh appeared plump, every twitch revealed the slick lines of her spread thighs. Her body moved on its own, lifting her foot back onto the Yin Seal and pressing down again.
“Auuuht…! Ah, again… again… I’m cumming… uuuuh… aaauuu…”
Each time the sole of the foot pressed against the mysterious tattoo engraved below her lower belly on that smooth, hairless ass, clear love juices spurted from the front while thick white semen flowed from behind. At the same time, beads of transparent milk formed on her breasts, trickling down the curves on their own and dripping onto the floor.
“That’s enough, Marei.”
“Mmm… Y-yes, yes!”
Watching Erden shatter into continuous orgasms as the mark over her womb was trampled, Labella unconsciously stopped the boy. Marei had been stomping on the saintess as if in a trance. He felt a flicker of surprise at himself, but the plush sensation of ample breasts against his neck made fresh lust swell inside him.
“You want to do it with Mommy, don’t you? You’re craving Mommy’s pussy now, aren’t you? You want to pump Mommy’s womb full of cum, right?”
“Yeah… I want to cum inside Mommy’s pussy…”
Despite his shy little reply, the words themselves were utterly obscene. Yet Labella smiled with clear delight, stroking his cock once more as she whispered hotly into his ear.
“Say it properly. Tell me you want to empty everything into Mommy’s pussy. Say you want to impregnate Mommy. Come on… hmm? Hmm? Marei… do it for me… hmm? Mommy’s asking you nicely…”
“Uuuht… Yes… I want to fill Mommy’s pussy with so much sperm… and get you pregnant…”
At the words “Mommy’s request,” Marei felt a strange mix of shame and twisted pleasure as he obediently spat out the filthy phrases Labella demanded.
“…Hehe. Yes. Please fill Mommy up with lots of cum.”
Labella smiled in satisfaction, then climbed atop Erden, displaying her own flooded pussy. Bracing herself with one hand, she used the other to spread her plump ass, fully exposing her dripping folds. Amid the dense green bush, a pink flower of lust glistened, oozing honey-like nectar and revealing its tender petals. The hot, deep cave of flesh—tightly closed yet leaking obscene fluids—twitched invitingly.
Drawn by the sensual temptation, Marei gripped his throbbing member and pressed it against the entrance of that slick, twitching hole.
“Hauuuuht…!”
The brutal meat club slid smoothly inside. The overwhelming presence filling her without resistance made Labella clutch Erden’s shoulder tightly, panting harshly.
“Mommy’s pussy feels so good when it squeezes and strokes my cock… Huuu…”
“Aang, I love my son’s cock too… Marei feels so good… Aang, auuuu…”
The filthier the words became, the more aroused they grew. Labella and Marei continued their obscene exchange without the slightest hesitation. Their relationship at home was even more intense and depraved, so this kind of nonsensical dirty talk felt completely natural.
He drove his cock to the hilt. Climbing onto his trembling, squealing mother, he grabbed her wildly swaying breasts as if it were the most practiced sequence in the world.
“Hiiik… Auuuht… It feels even bigger than before… Huuuht…! If you thrust like that…”
“Does it feel good? Hmm? How is it? You like your son’s cock, Mommy? Hmm?”
“Aang, yeees… Marei’s cock… huuuht… poking my womb… haaung… I love it… I love Marei’s cock…”
Squelch, squelch… squelch, squelch…!
He slammed his hips with such force that the wet slapping sounds resembled a bat striking meat.
“Aang, like that… hauuuu… Already, from the very start… if you keep—hiiiiik…!”
“It feels so good when you clamp down so tight… huuuht… Mommy’s pussy… is seriously the best…”
Driven by instinct, he growled the words as he roughly stirred her insides, pressing against her womb. He bent his body slightly, scraping her belly from within with his cock, and Labella cried out in raw pleasure.
“Uuuht… It feels like I’m going to break… auuuung… Today let’s take it slow… e-enjoy it properly… g-gently… At first… just a little… hiiiiik…!”
“Auuuht… Mommy’s pussy is squeezing too hard… I can’t stop my hips… I’ll fuck Big Sister Erden nicely too, so… just let me have a little more for now…”
His body curled tightly as the pleasure became unbearable. Labella’s arms gave out, and he buried his face between her breasts. The saintess, slowly regaining her senses, watched the sticky mother-son mating. She pulled Labella’s green hair firmly against her own chest, as if telling her to stay silent. Feeling the boy’s rough breaths and the way her mouth was muffled—“uup”—Erden gazed at the ceiling with a blissful smile as Marei violently unleashed his lust.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squish, squish-squish.
“Auuuht… Aup… Uup… Aang… M-Mommy’s uuuup… uup…!”
“Auuu… Mommy’s pussy feels even better… More… more… give me more…!”
Every time Labella tried to beg for something, Erden took revenge for her earlier humiliation by pressing the woman’s head deeper into her breasts. Yet Labella refused to yield. She kept moving, trying to speak, until Erden used a light touch of holy power to seal her mouth.
“Haa… Mommy’s pussy is clenching so perfectly… I’m going to cum…”
“Uuuup…!! Up!! Up!! Uuuuup!! Huuup… huuu… huuu…”
Labella’s green hair waved wildly like trees on a summer mountain caught in a fierce wind, rising and falling with the steady rhythm of a heartbeat. It felt like her body would shatter. She clenched her teeth, but the heavy pounding against her womb finally broke her. A long, keening cry tore free.
Spluuuurt!! Spluuuurt!!
“Uhiit… hit… hiiiiit… hiit…!”
“Labella, your pussy is incredible. A masterpiece… guuuht… Labella’s ass is the best…! Kuuuhut…”
To think a boy would dare evaluate the Audit Bureau Director’s body—worse, rate the quality of her flesh. Yet Labella only panted like a dog, tongue hanging out, completely lost.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!!
The Witch of the Audit Bureau, the iron woman known as Labella, swallowed the enormous cock no human should possess with her narrow Janus. Mounted on top of that steel-like woman, the small boy clung to her tightly and moved his hips like a monkey, shaking her body in every direction.
“Fuhiit… hiiit… iiit… ouuut… ut… Aa, a, a, aang…!”
Her pink tongue thrust out from her gaping mouth. Saliva spilled from the corners, dripping down and soiling her body, but Labella was too far gone to care. She babbled like a complete fool.
“Hahaha, Labella. You’re crying out so vulgarly.”
Watching her, Erden felt a refreshing surge of satisfaction.
“Auuu… hiiii…”
Squish, squish, squish, squish.
By the time her body had trembled lightly for the fourth time, Marei’s piston movements had reached their absolute limit.
“I’m going to cum everything inside Mommy… I’ll give it all to you… uuuht… It’s coming… it’s coming…!”
“Auuu… Ah… G-good… aaa… uuuht…!”
Squish, squish, squish, squish. Squelch, squelch… squish…!
The violent hip movements combined with the strange comfort of the saintess’s soft body had melted Labella into a puddle. She clung tightly to Erden, trembling violently in anticipation of the coming pleasure.
“Uuuu… Just like always, I’ll cum… I’ll fill Mommy’s pussy with so much, so much… uuuung…!”
“Aang, aang… ang, ang, aang, auuuu… Yes, inside. Give Mommy your son’s cum… please give it to me… huuuut…!”
The dutiful son who had received his mother’s permission could no longer hold back. He poured his semen relentlessly into Labella’s womb.
Spluuuurt, splurt, spluuuurt, spluuuurt…!
“Aaah, Marei… so much cum… it’s pouring out, pouring… auuuu… Your son’s semen is flooding my womb… auuuu… It feels so good… so good…”
Even as Marei shuddered through his climax, Labella rocked her hips back and forth, milking every drop of his seed. Marei, regaining a sliver of clarity after the first eruption, grabbed his mother’s waist and shook her fiercely, pumping more cum inside.
“Auuu… Auuu…! Aang, you want to get Mommy pregnant? You’re still cumming, still filling me…”
“Yeah… I want to impregnate you… I want to knock up Mommy’s pussy…!”
Enchanted by Labella’s rhythm, Marei kept swinging his hips, injecting yet another load. Even with her tongue twisted and her mouth unable to close properly, whatever she tried to say, Marei understood perfectly and answered with shamelessly obscene words. She climaxed again and again, her ass quivering violently.
“Aauht… Aaa… Ah… Ahuhut…”
Squelch… squelch… plop… spluuurt… plop-plop…
“Aaa… I came everything… All of it in Mommy’s pussy…”
Marei shook his hips with obvious pleasure, wringing out the last drops of semen. Still mounted on Labella while she lay cradled in Erden’s arms, he gently embraced them both. Still connected at the waist with his mother, a satisfied sigh escaped him.
The empire had not unified the western continent very long ago. Though it enforced low taxes, massive public infrastructure projects, and prioritized solving administrative problems, there were still many shortcomings.
The number of talented individuals produced by an entire continent was vast and varied, yet properly assigning and training them would take even more time. The resulting problems erupted without pause, driving the bureaucrats to the brink of exhaustion.
Gertan, the former capital of the Valter Kingdom, had been renamed Valter by Governor-General Loren de Pawen. Yet the heart of the Valter Kingdom—the first and most difficult foe the empire had faced—Gertan, now Valter, had become a colossal metropolis known as the empire’s second capital.
It was not only geographically advantageous; it was a masterpiece the empire had poured tremendous effort into, combining the best aspects of the cities from the annexed nations. Even during the Gertan Kingdom era its enormous size had astonished people, but now the outskirts continued expanding, swallowing nearby satellite cities until the megalopolis was large enough to be called a nation unto itself.
Larger than the neighboring principality, the massive royal castle that had once been the heart of the Gertan royal palace still stood proudly at Valter’s center. Previously called Gertan Royal Castle, it was now known as the Valter Governor-General’s Office, retaining its original majestic form.
Around the Governor-General’s Office, enormous churches referred to as temples were built at measured distances. Churches could not be established without permission, and with their numbers strictly controlled, the resulting structures were so vast and magnificent they truly deserved to be called temples. The governor-general had once sarcastically remarked that they needed to be this large for a god to even notice them, showing just how far from “ordinary” their scale truly was.
Thus, in the enormous city governed by the Valter Governor-General, the churches were exceptionally large and grand. Only a handful of people on the continent—those who could be counted on one hand—knew that Valter also contained churches so small they would be embarrassing to compare with the others.
Hidden by the saintess’s special power, a sanctuary that accepted no visitors whatsoever. Those wary of the saintess, or those who followed her, called it the “Cradle” and searched for it desperately.
The fairly spacious garden and buildings were concealed by the governor-general’s magic and the saintess’s own abilities; even from the sky they could not be seen. From the alleys, the place simply appeared to be blocked by ordinary buildings—a secretive space. For reasons unknown, inside the “Cradle” the sun rose and set just as it did outside, and rain fell identically. Since it was, after all, a place for the saintess to rest, its structure differed completely from ordinary churches. It consisted of a long corridor lined with many rooms clustered closely together.
“Aang…!”
“Hiiit…!”
What might the noble existence known as a saintess do while resting? Offer prayers of gratitude to God all day? Or shed tears for those who could not be saved? Merely imagining a saintess at rest brought only vague, holy impressions.
“Guuuuht…!”
“Haa… haa…”
Yet from the secret space reserved solely for the saintess—the place called the Cradle—lewd feminine moans were leaking out.
Erden Fabel, the saintess who could boldly voice her opinions and stand against even the empress whom the pope occasionally ignored, was lying prone, panting roughly.
“Uuuht… S-stop…”
Bzzzzzz~ Bzzzzzzzz~
Tears welled up in the saintess’s green eyes, spilling down her lovely cheeks. The fact that a saintess was crying was shocking enough, but the sight of her lying naked with an adult toy buried between her legs, vibrating intensely, was a scene no one would ever believe.