Breaking Kalum Bloom
After Neme left the room, I rolled around restlessly until night fell before I knew it.
"The moon looks bigger tonight."
The cloudless night sky was adorned with a round moon twinkling with yellow light and tiny stars twinkling around it. I was propping my chin on the windowsill, gazing at the night sky to pass the time, when a knock came at the door. I stopped looking outside and turned around.
—Smith.
"Yep. Come on in."
This was the moment I'd been waiting for since morning, so I answered quickly. The door opened, and outside the wide-open door stood Neme in her usual pure white robe.
—Mmmpf, mmmph, mmmpf!!
Correction. In Neme's left hand was a sack big enough to easily hold an adult woman. She dragged it in like someone hauling annoying luggage and tossed the mouth of the sack roughly onto the floor.
"No point in letting others see this."
"Ah, yes. Makes sense. I get it."
Yeah, even if she was captured, having a heretic apostle wandering the temple would probably piss off the other priests.
—Mmph! Mmmph! Mmmphh!!
The sack on the floor writhed like mad, but Neme ignored it completely and sat in a chair. I sat in the chair next to her for now.
"Ideally, I'd bring the other three too, but it seemed like too much pressure on you, so they're being tested separately. Plus, one of them seems a bit off."
"R-right."
What the hell was the "other test"? Whatever it was, ignorance was bliss for my mental health.
"So I brought just this one, who seems the most promising."
Neme snapped her fingers lightly, and the writhing sack on the floor burst into flames, vanishing without a trace of ash. Golden flames close to pure gold. What emerged from inside was a naked woman—Number Four—with her hands and feet bound, plus earplugs, a blindfold, and a gag.
"Smith. As long as you don't kill her, do whatever you want."
Whatever I want? To the naked Number Four writhing shrimp-like, chained from ankles to neck... what the hell did that mean? I felt like I might awaken some weird fetish.
"From our previous results, she has about four days left to live. Not trying to burden you, but her end will be gruesome—something that could scar a man like you for life—so I'll take her back on the third day."
"......Got it."
In other words, I had three days to make this busty-assed Number Four open her mouth somehow. Not a must-achieve goal, but... call it a matter of pride. This bitch on the floor had once declared she'd make me her sight-and-cleaning slave. She had sky-high pride, a face that looked down on everyone, and even while squirting from anal every time, she'd scream that my dick felt like nothing until I was exhausted—only then praising its greatness.
Back then, the odds were against me in every way. Not this time. This time, I'd make her admit my dick was superior to that pathetic holy relic of theirs, no matter what.
My cock seemed to sense my resolve, already half-hard and rearing up.
"Can't remove the restraints on her hands and feet. Just in case. Keep that in mind."
"Of course. You're worried about me, right?"
"Exactly. That's all the caution I'll give... "
Clap— Neme clapped her hands lightly.
The chains of the restraint orbs blocking Number Four's eyes, ears, and mouth snapped free.
"Ptoo—!!"
Number Four spat out the gag viciously. Unlike her muffled struggles, once free, she was eerily quiet. Just glaring at me silently with her mouth shut.
"Smith. Let's begin."
"Ah, yes."
I scooped up the shrimp-bound Number Four. Her small frame was feather-light. I set her on the bed and started undressing, then glanced back slyly.
Neme was still sitting there, watching.
"Uh... Neme?"
"What? Need something? Or is it too much?"
"No, it's not that... Are you staying?"
"Hm? Of course. Even bound, she's an apostle. Plenty of strength left to grab a weak guy like you."
"Ehh..."
This sack-of-rice-sized girl overpowering me? But this was a world under strong divine influence—anything could happen. I nodded slowly.
"Ignore me and proceed."
"Yep."
Truth be told, it bugged the shit out of me, but she wasn't budging. No point hiding now—she'd seen me storm-fuck on that weird altar anyway.
"Neme, what's her name?"
"Kalum Bloom."
"Kalum Bloom..."
Weird name, but irrelevant for sex. I finished stripping naked. My half-engorged cock, excited by Kalum's venomous glare from the bed, swelled to full mast in seconds, rock-hard.
Gulp— Kalum, glaring at my face, glanced at my near-vertical erection and swallowed hard, her pale throat bobbing. Body's honest even if she denies it. She tried to play it cool, but her reactions screamed interest in my dick. Crystal clear to me.
Back then, I was lost in pussy stench and soft flesh. Now, my head was clear. Reflecting earlier, her trash-talking despite getting railed was to piss me off for rougher thrusts. Not this time. I'd make her beg with that clamped-shut mouth.
No kisses, no mood-setting. Not for an ass-masturbator like her.
I grabbed Kalum's knees—prone on the bed—and spread them wide. No resistance, surprisingly. Her thick pussy lips peeked out from her thighs.
Wanted to sit her on my lap for a blowjob while tormenting her holes, but teeth risk—pass. I shoved my face between her spread legs, her pussy exposed.
Unlike expected, it smelled faintly sweet like my bathroom, mixed with tangy pussy juice. Licking sounded good, but later—when she begged. Now, time to punish that insolent ass.
Her ass was twice as plump as her flat chest. I spread those meaty cheeks wide and blew into her twitching pink asshole.
"Ngh..."
A short, lewd moan escaped her tight lips. Each breath made her cheeks clench, the cute hole twitching.
After a few puffs, I jabbed my index finger in dry.
"Hngh!!"
Surprisingly smooth entry. Her pink wrinkles clenched my finger tight. Scraping the walls gently made her body buck; she buried her face in the bed, stifling moans desperately.
Soon, ass juice slickened my finger. I added a second.
"Hgk—!!"
Her ass lifted; toes curled tight. Satisfied, I twisted the fingers alternately, scraping walls and yanking the hole side-to-side. Glossy pink insides glistened with juice.
I blew hot breath in.
"Mmmngh...!!"
Just breath—the walls contracted and relaxed wildly. Her ass was soaked now; pussy dripped, sloppy. I pulled my fingers out and stood.
Now the real fun. I gripped my max-hard cock—stuck to my abs—and slid it between her slick pussy lips. No insertion—just rubbing the fat folds.
Coated slippery, I draped her thighs over mine, spread her taut ass wide. Her juicy pink hole twitched expectantly.
I obliged, ramming my pussy-juiced cock straight in.
"Oogh...!!"
Toes curled again. Ass jiggled; walls clung madly, squeezing. I nearly moaned but held it, piling my weight atop her. My full-rooted cock crushed her guts.
Squeeze-squeeze—!! Walls pulsed wildly, gripping tight.
I lifted my hips sloooowly. Thrust sloooowly.
Schluuup—!! Shluuup—!!
"Ogh... ohn..."
Each pull-thrust: face in bed, ass bucking up—met by my weight slamming harder.
"Hngh, hn, hnnngh—!!"
Moans burst after a few; walls clenched peak—
"Hng......eh?"
I stopped. A dumb noise from her bed-buried mouth. I whispered in her ear.
"Can't cum without permission."
"......!!"
She whipped her head to look, shocked. I pinned it back down, slowly scraping her walls again.
"Hk, hikk...♥ hi......n..."
Shluuup—!!
"Oogh, ohg......"
Shlup-shlup-shluuup.
"Oooogh......"
Edged her repeatedly, stopping pre-orgasm. Released her head, whispered again.
"Wanna cum? Want me pounding like crazy again?"
"As if......"
Short moan from drool-slick lips. I ground deep, swirling hips to churn her guts.
"Grngh...♥"
Half-lidded eyes, biting sheets to endure. Ass clenched hard again—I stopped.
Dead-eyed glare, lips twitching. Venom gone from her face, but not enough. I whispered.
"Admit my dick's superior to your holy relic."
"......"
No reaction. Just lip-twitching.
"This is your last chance. Answer now, or... until you vanish, over and over..."
"......"
I forced her face to meet my eyes. Stared into her dead gaze, enunciating.
"I'll repeat this endlessly. Endlessly."
"Ah......"
Her lifeless eyes shook with deeper despair.