Priestess's Throat Worship and Siron's Exclusive Servant
"Oh my... you're quite... impressive."
"Yeah, I'm a bit on the big side."
"No... not just the size... slurp."
My cock, already rock-hard for far too long, is thoroughly soaked in precum. The priestess buries her nose right at the base and inhales deeply.
"I... I'm... haaah~ Don't mind me.... sluuuurp."
Her eyes glaze over in a daze as she drags her bright red tongue up my shaft, then swallows my swollen glans whole in one go.
"Chuuup, mmm~ chuuuurp, sluuuurp~"
Her pale hands knead my shaft and balls while her lewd tongue obsessively laps at my urethra, sucking it relentlessly.
"Sluuuurp~♥ Don't... mind me. Smack~"
"W-what the!!"
That seductive upward gaze as she kisses my shaft is driving me fucking insane. She's tempting me like this and telling me not to mind? Even I can't hold back from that.
I grab the priestess's head—she'd been just sucking on the tip—and slam it down.
"Guuuh—?!"
"Guh! It's... it's your fault, Priestess!!"
"Ugggh!!"
She's startled for a second by the sudden move, but she doesn't resist—instead, she goes limp in my grip. But her throat clamps down tight! around my cock all the way to the hilt.
"Y-you... you filthy priestess!!"
"Puhaah, cough! Guhgh, grrrk—!!"
As my glans pulls free, scraping her throat the whole way, she winces in agony. Her refined face twists, tears welling up and spilling from her eyes. But those wet, pleading eyes looking up at me while her throat squeezes make my hands move even faster.
"Oogh...!! Oogh...!! Grroooh......!!"
Drool cascades down, mixing with the whipping air and my cock, turning the corners of her mouth into a filthy mess of sticky foam and saliva. The moment that pure priestess face gets utterly defiled, my orgasm hits its peak. I grip her head hard and thrust deep into her throat.
"I'm cumming!!"
"Uuuk—!!"
Spurt!! Spuuurt!!
"Uuheee...."
An insane wave of release floods me, and below, she gulps it down—glug, glug—her throat working overtime to swallow every drop I unleash. My cock doesn't soften; it swells even bigger in her vise-like throat.
But unlike my raging hard-on, my post-nut clarity kicks in. I release my grip on her head.
"Puhaa~!! Haa.... Haaaahh...."
"Um... excuse me...."
The second I let go, she spits out my cock like it's been waiting and gasps for the breath she'd been holding. Her disheveled state makes my oblivious dick twitch again.
"...still going strong."
"Pardon? Ah, no, that's not—first, I'm sor—?"
I start to apologize to the priestess, who's mumbling like she's half out of her mind, but I flinch and shut my mouth.
"Still... so healthy....... Hehehe...."
"P-Priestess?"
I might be imagining it, but her eyes look completely rolled back.
"F-first, calm do—Uheeek?!"
Where the hell does she get the strength? She shoves me straight onto the sofa. In a flash, she's straddling me, glaring at my throbbing erection.
"Hehehe, hehehe, I'll... I'll take care of it all for you. Don't worry♥"
Her lewd mouth engulfs my cock once more.
**
"Then, I'll send someone from the guild tomorrow."
"......Yes."
I bow to the glowing-skinned priestess and trudge out of the temple toward the guild.
"Come back anytime it builds up~"
Her sultry voice calls from behind. I bolt out of the west gate as fast as I can.
"......Almost went to heaven for real."
I shudder, recalling how she milked every last drop from my balls using just her mouth and tongue, swallowing it all. Luckily, my desperate moans snapped her out of it after the fifth load—but even that's left my waist aching like hell.
"Gotta read this soon."
The priestess who drained me must've whispered something to the high priestess, because she said it'd be fine to wait until tomorrow and sent me back to the guild. Clutching the punishment book that rubs against my sore waist, I finally reach the guild and push open the door without thinking.
Then instant regret.
"You fucking bastard!!"
"Eek?!"
The beastly roar hits me the second I step in, and I flop ass-first onto the floor like a chump. A red-eyed monster approaches, grinding her shark teeth with a snarl.
"You little shit. I let you go back early to rest, and you wander off till now before crawling back?"
"N-no...."
"No? No what? Speak properly so I can understand, asshole!!"
I'm so fucking wronged I could cry. But yelling back might get my face smashed like those thief bitches', so I open my mouth carefully to avoid pissing off Siron even more.
"S-some knight guy who was driving the carriage... took me to the temple?"
"Temple?"
"Y-yeah. Uh, the Rapitera Temple. The high priestess gave me this and told me to pick what I want here."
I snatch up the dropped punishment book from the floor and hand it to Siron. She yanks it roughly, flips through it, and scowls.
"Dumbass. You should've said that from the start."
"......Sorry."
"What? You're pissing me off even more."
Man, I miss home today more than ever. Siron tosses the book next to me with a thud!
"I'll be back around dinner. Prep thoroughly and wait till then."
"Huh? W-wait?"
I try to ask, but she ignores me and kicks the guild door open, storming out. I pick up the book from the floor in total bewilderment, dust off my ass, and stand. Ignoring the stares boring into me, I head to the reception desk and plop into my seat.
Wait, where the fuck are those wage-thief shits?
Fury boils up when I see Slim A and B missing from their spots. Who made me suffer this bullshit? Those two fuckers who barged in yesterday morning, slacked off like bums, and pulled that stunt. Slim A... or was it B? Whatever, those two assholes.
Raging, I toss the book on the desk and approach a female receptionist catching her breath—she's been eyeing me weirdly.
"Do you know where those two guys went?"
"Uh.... Didn't you hear?"
"Hear what?"
"W-well...."
She glances between me and the empty seats, then speaks cautiously.
"James was colluding with human traffickers to sell you off, so the guards came and dragged him away."
"......What."
My head spins, the back of my skull throbbing. That fucker really tried to send me to hell after I slaved away on errands for him? I'm so pissed my hands shake.
"Um, and Smith?"
"......Yes?"
I'm furious, but I can't snap at her, so I reply calmly.
"Until the guild master says otherwise, you don't need to come down for work."
"R-really?"
Sweet fucking nectar. My boiling rage evaporates into pure joy.
"Yes. But you don't need to work...."
"Gotta haul cargo or something?"
"No, no. We'll handle the heavy lifting. It's just... Siron just used her contribution points to make you her exclusive attendant."
"Ex... ex-what? Exclusive?"
"Exclusive attendant."
"What's that?"
"Uh.... Basically, whenever Siron's in the city, you're in charge of her convenience and care?"
Not just rage gone—my sanity's flying out the window.
"S-so.... Take this and go rest upstairs."
"Th-thank you."
I grab the small bundle of papers she hands me and head to my room.
Click.
Door shut, I collapse onto the bed.
"F-fuck... I'm fucked!! Totally fucked!!"
Me, Siron's exclusive? Following that bitch around all day, waiting on her hand and foot when she picks fights over breathing the same air? No way this is real. I'm so pathetic I could bawl.
"Y-you fucking bastards!!"
All because of those shithead Slim duo. Without them, Siron's points wouldn't have spiked.
"No... no. Should I beg the guild master to fix this?"
If it gets me away from Siron's violence, I'd let her toy with my body all she wants.
"Fuck.... Fuck.... Uheheee!!"
Where do I even find the guild master I haven't seen since the auction? Just pure misery.
"......Fucking bitch. Fine, I'll fuck her till she squirts nonstop."
Accepting nothing changes, I decide to unleash my slave-hunter-honed techniques and wreck her.
"Yeah. Yell all you want. I'll ram her pussy somehow."
Maybe pent-up frustration, but motivation surges for the first time in ages. I glance at the punishment book and papers on the bed, then sit up.
I can read those later. Priority's prepping for Siron's evening visit.
"Body's fine—wash up at the well...."
Problem's the clothes. Everything I'm wearing, down to underwear, is Vizelin's daily deliveries. Wardrobe's empty. Well, not empty—just old stuff that's gotten too small now.
"This is tricky."
I could buy new ones with my savings, but it'd sting my wallet. As I ponder clothes,
BAM—!!
"Hey!! You here? You better be!"
Siron kicks the door half off its hinges and barges in, breathing a bit heavy.
"You lucky fuck. Thought I'd kill you if you weren't here this time. Good boy, waiting properly."
"W-wait a sec... guh!!"
"Shut up and follow me, asshole. Nothing to do here anyway. Fuck, you're such a broke bum."
Her dragging me out relentlessly, spewing verbal abuse, shocks me so bad I forget my revenge fantasies. No resistance, just pulled out of the guild by Siron's hand.
We end up at the flashiest, priciest inn in town.
"S-Siron? C-can... can I even go in here?"
"Fuck. Who'd stop me if I'm bringing you?"
"No.... N-no, nothing."
She balls her fist like she's about to smash my skull, so I zip it. And straighten my aching back.
I'm dead. Fuck you, Siron.
She strides confidently through the luxury inn's doors.