Ejaculation in the Confessional - 2
Reina had no idea what to do with herself after Ian showed up at the confessional.
That a man as devout as he was would suddenly come to confess a sin — and that the sin was lust — was shocking enough on its own. The fact that she was the cause of that lust left her head spinning.
Goddess… what am I supposed to do in a situation like this?
She prayed silently to the Goddess Helia, but as always, the goddess offered no answer. In the end, Reina would have to handle this herself.
"Every time I look at her, this craving refuses to settle."
This is basically a confession!
But even that was no simple matter. Of all the nuns who could have been taking confessions, the one listening to Ian's sins was Reina herself — the very woman who had stirred his lust.
He doesn't know, right? He has to not know. That's the only reason he can say these things.
Confessional duty required absolute secrecy, even when no other parishioners were waiting outside.
Right. Brother has no idea who I am.
So Reina told herself that Ian was simply confessing his sins to a faceless nun. No — she had to believe that.
"Have you considered relieving yourself through your wife?"
She offered the solution straight from the handbook. If he could at least quiet the craving, he would have no reason to lust after her.
But Ian answered in a troubled voice.
"I would like nothing more. But given the state of my… equipment, sharing intimacy with my frail wife is rather difficult."
At first Reina didn't understand. Isabel's health was poor, yes — but not so poor that she couldn't make love.
"Huh?"
Then he pushed his cock through the partition and showed her, and Reina swallowed hard.
H-he has a cock this big?
It was larger than any of the men she had seen as a child in the brothel, men who had fucked the whores without a second thought.
"I-it really is enormous."
She had no choice but to admit it. For a frail woman like Isabel, that cock was far too powerful to take.
"Sister, what am I supposed to do? Must I live out my days committing sin after sin?"
"J-just a moment. Let me ask the Goddess directly…"
Reina needed time to think. Ian gave her none.
"Perhaps I should simply cut off the source of the sin?"
"Absolutely not! Cutting off a cock this magnificent?!"
"Did you just say cock?"
"Th-that is… what I mean is, no matter how much lust is involved, there is no need for you to mutilate your c… no, your body, Brother."
Her true feelings had slipped out, and Reina's face burned with shame. She scrambled to recover, but the more she tried, the more the wrong words tumbled free.
"But there is no other way…"
"I will find a solution somehow, so please do not even think of anything extreme!"
"Understood."
She said the words, but no real solution came to mind.
This is because of me, isn't it?
Reina's eyes traced Ian's cock again — still rock-hard, still unflagging. Thick veins stood out along the shaft, and the perfect curve of it was almost beautiful. The sheer size alone was overwhelming just to look at.
What would it feel like if he put this inside me?
The filthy thought alone sent a shiver through her lower belly.
I shouldn't be thinking this…
In the Church of the Sun God, even harboring lustful thoughts counted as adultery. And here she was — a nun sworn to chastity — imagining herself being taken by a man.
She scolded herself, but the craving was stronger. Her fingers slipped down and began to fidget against her pussy.
"Sister."
Had she been staring too long? Sensing her gaze, Ian asked carefully,
"Would it be better if I simply used a whore?"
"A whore…"
The word made Reina's body flinch. No matter how high she had climbed as a Saint candidate, her origins remained the same — born of a filthy, sordid brothel. And her nature was just as base. Looking at that massive cock had her lust welling up like a spring.
She swallowed.
Then, carefully, she opened her mouth.
"Brother. Can you swear, in the Goddess's name, that everything that happens in this confessional will remain sealed?"
"I swear it. In the name of the Goddess Helia, I will keep silent about everything that takes place in this confessional."
Hearing his answer, Reina spoke in a slightly heated voice.
"From now on, I will take care of Brother's sexual desires myself."
"Are you certain? I was under the impression that nuns are required to preserve their chastity…"
"It is fine. This is nothing more than service — to absolve Brother of his sin."
With that, Reina took hold of Ian's cock.
It's so hot.
The feel of it in her hand was nothing like looking at it. The girth and length she couldn't fully wrap her fingers around were more than enough to pull her excitement higher.
She sniffed.
Even the smell is good.
She had meant to relieve him with her hands alone. Instead she couldn't hold back — and the mouth that was supposed to sing the Goddess's praises closed around that massive cock like a whore's.
"Haum… chuuuup."
Girls raised in brothels, it was said, learned how to suck cock from childhood using cucumbers. Reina, born of that world, was no exception.
It's still too big.
But Ian's cock was nothing like a cucumber. If she had to compare it to anything, it was an eggplant — an enormously thick one. For a woman who had only practiced on cucumbers, it was a serious challenge.
"Cough! Cough!"
"Sister, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. It's just larger than I expected — please don't concern yourself."
"There is no need for you to put yourself through something so difficult on my account."
"You needn't worry. This much is nothing to me."
Ian tried to stop her out of concern, but even his consideration couldn't make Reina pause. She kept sucking his cock without stopping.
Haa… my first real cock.
The curtain hid her from view, so Ian couldn't see — but right now Reina's face was pure rapture as she sucked him. It was an expression no nun should ever wear, and still she could not suppress the lust surging through her.
"Chuuuup… jup! Churururup."
Growing more familiar with his cock, Reina pursed her lips and deliberately made the wet sounds louder. Was it the whore's instinct to please a man through his ears?
Squelch. Squelch.
That was part of it — but it was also so he wouldn't hear her fingering herself while she sucked him.
Cock, cock, cock, cock.
Those vulgar wet sounds filled the confessional.
"Kh— Sister!"
"Mmph?!"
Reina felt Ian's hips jerk and instinctively knew he was about to come.
What am I supposed to do now?
She had practiced sucking cock on cucumbers, but with no real experience, she floundered the moment a man was about to ejaculate.
"I'm coming!"
"Mmmph?! Cough! Cough!"
Ian couldn't hold back any longer. He came hard, and the instant his cum slammed against the back of her throat, Reina gagged. But he didn't stop there. As if repaying every scrap of lust he had bottled up, he painted her face and her nun's habit in thick ropes of semen until she was a mess.
The sheer volume of it filled the confessional with the reek of cum in seconds.
"Sister, I'm so sorry. To soil you because of my sin…"
Ian kept apologizing, but Reina had no attention left for him.
So this is a man's cum?
The smell of the semen that had dirtied her face and the habit that symbolized her purity made her lower belly grow steadily hotter.
Gulp.
And then, from inside the confessional, came the sound of something being swallowed.
"Sister?"
He couldn't see her, but Ian knew exactly what had happened beyond the curtain. Reina flinched.
Even whores didn't swallow a man's cum. And yet, for some reason, she had wanted to taste Ian's. It was a kind of curiosity. But she could never explain that to him.
I wanted to eat your cum.
Those were words too filthy even for a whore. So Reina answered like a proper nun.
"I have swallowed Brother's lust. With this, the sin of carnal desire you carried has been absolved."
"Truly?"
"Yes. So from now on, regarding the sin of lust… Brother?"
"I'm sorry."
Looking at Ian's cock, Reina startled. He had just come, and yet there was no sign of it softening.
Incredible♥
She had always believed that once a man came, it was over. Looking at Ian's cock — if anything, even bigger than before — Reina licked her lips.
"We've already started. I'll see it through to the end."
She was grateful the curtain still hid her face. If Ian saw her expression now, he would never look at her as a nun again — only as a whore.
. . .
And so, inside that confessional, I came three full loads into Reina's mouth-pussy.
My body actually feels lighter for it.
Apparently I had been carrying more stress than I realized.
"Sister, if I should commit the sin of lust again, what am I to do?"
I asked her before leaving the confessional. She still seemed to be savoring my cum — I could hear her tongue licking it up.
"Chururup… It shouldn't happen. But even so, the Goddess will forgive you, Brother."
"When that time comes, may I ask for your help again?"
At my question, Reina flinched. Right now I was supposed to have no idea that the nun in this confessional was Reina. Meeting her again like this should have been out of the question. But a nun as lewd as Reina would never be able to refuse my offer.
After a long moment of deliberation, she answered.
"If Brother ever needs my help because of the sin of lust, say the word Fire Dog inside the confessional."
"A code word just for the two of us."
"Th-that's right."
"Understood. I won't forget — Fire Dog."
With my Search skill, I didn't need a code word at all. But I played along with Reina's little game. It would be more entertaining that way.
"And Sister — thank you for today."
I offered Reina my gratitude and stepped straight out of the confessional.
At this rate, I could take her right now without any trouble.
Not that I particularly wanted to. There was a certain pleasure in conquering a woman slowly, through the relationship itself — especially a leading beauty like Reina.
And she's not the only woman I need to claim.