The Cat Incident (6)
This was no illustration from a book.
Nor was it some fevered fantasy blooming in her mind.
The majestic meat rod dangling right before her eyes was a real cock.
The first one she had ever seen was truly large, and erect it was so massive it stole her breath away. It was thick enough to rival a forearm. The length was absurdly long; the girth, absurdly thick.
If something like this went into my belly, it would turn everything into a complete mess.
With a soft hauu, Ariel carefully took Lowen's cock in both hands as if handling something precious.
"Mmmph... suck..."
Eyes half-lidded, she pressed her lips to it. The salty taste of pre-cum, like seawater. The heat of the glans, hot enough to melt her lips. The dense, musky scent of cock that flooded all the way into her skull.
Ariel swept her cascading hair back and took the head into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it the way one might roll a piece of candy.
Of course this was the first time she had ever put a man's cock in her mouth, but her knowledge was abundant. Night after night she had fondled her own pussy while poring over erotic novels, so she knew perfectly well how to excite a man, where to stimulate him to hasten his climax, how to gift him a rapturous peak.
But knowledge without experience was no better than a cream puff with the custard missing.
"Auum... mmm... slurp... suck... slurp..."
Even so, it felt good.
Ariel's tongue-work as she earnestly rolled it around was clumsy at best, yet the sight of her face nestled between his legs, cock in her mouth, was so beautiful it made him wonder if he might be dreaming. And the strong sense of transgression that came from watching a Saintess who ought to be pure, her expression lewdly slack, sucking on his cock as if it tasted delicious—that hit him hard.
Squelch, squelch.
While receiving a blowjob, a lewd sound reached his ears.
"Hnn... slurp... hah... auum..."
Looking down, he saw Ariel savoring his cock, hot breaths puffing from her nose while her plump rump twitched and wriggled. One of the hands that had been holding his shaft had already slipped between her thighs and was kneading her pussy.
"Pwah...... B-Bishop Lowen..."
She pulled her mouth free and looked up at him. Rough breaths tangled with her thin voice. Her moist, glistening eyes held the alluring aura of Eros itself.
Bewitching. She was needling his reason, seducing him—as if begging him to thrust his cock into that slick pussy, as if pleading for him to plant a white flower deep in her womb. That was the meaning that seemed to swim in Ariel's slightly unfocused, pitiful gaze.
"Am I... doing well?"
Lowen gave her a gentle smile and stroked the head of the Saintess who asked so anxiously.
"You are doing very well."
Was praising a Saintess for sucking cock well even a compliment?
"Ehehe..."
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Ariel beamed so bashfully he wanted to pinch her cheeks for how adorable she was.
"Still, it isn't enough for me to finish yet, so please keep at it."
He truly had no idea what kind of situation this was—encouraging her to keep diligently fellating him while his cock throbbed right by a Saintess's lips.
"Yes...!"
Answering with vigor, Ariel buried her face in his cock once more.
"Auum... slurp..."
Ass raised, masturbating, she took one of Lowen's balls into her mouth. She put every scrap of her knowledge into serving his cock. Here the Saintess's spirit of service kicked in for no good reason, and the earnest way she suckled his balls was almost touching.
Slick, slick.
Ariel's hand, soaked with her own juices, closed around his shaft and began to stroke. It felt good enough to send shivers through him. Her clumsy handjob technique was fresh and endearing. It wasn't overwhelming pleasure, but it delivered just enough to make his lower belly tingle.
Because it had been so long since he had tasted pleasure, the urge to come began to well up in his gut sooner than expected.
"Saintess, put your mouth on it."
Ariel, who had been sucking his balls like candy, stopped everything, took the glans between her lips, and pursed them small as an anus.
Throb! Gulp, gulp!
His cock pulsed violently and fired thick semen straight down Ariel's throat.
"Mmph...?!"
Her eyes flew wide. Every time the forcefully spurting cum struck her uvula she gagged and choked. Lowen squeezed out every last drop remaining in his urethra into her mouth before pulling free.
Ariel kept her lips tightly sealed, cheeks ballooned full. One droplet of cum she hadn't managed to catch trickled from the corner of her mouth. Looking pained, she still swallowed the mouthful of semen in gulps.
Watching Ariel whimper and swallow every drop, Lowen felt a peculiar satisfaction. The sight of a woman drinking down all of his seed was moving. It brought back old memories and a bitter edge, yet it also cleared his head the way a long-overdue cigarette did, and that felt remarkably good.
"Pwah...! Cough... cough...!"
Having swallowed every bit, Ariel opened her mouth in classic fashion, stuck out her tongue, and let him confirm she had drunk it all.
"I dhrank it all..."
A few droplets clung to her tongue, but otherwise she had swallowed every sticky drop.
"Well done."
Lowen stroked her head once more.
"Now we wait until the possession lifts."
Having completed the "oral ejaculation" objective, he was gathering his trousers and starting to rise when—
"W-wait...!"
Ariel grabbed his arm and pulled him back down onto the bed.
"Saintess?"
Flushed to the tips of her ears, she clutched his shirt and spoke in a trembling voice.
"I-it's still... not enough..."
"Pardon?"
"The cat is saying... it needs more semen..."
The scent of a lie wafted gently, yet Ariel's eyes were more serious than ever.
"A-and... having only Bishop Lowen do something shameful is... un-unfair, so..."
Apparently wanting to masturbate again, she wriggled her toes and rubbed her thighs together. Every time she moved, the soft give of her ass pressed fully against his abdomen.
If she hadn't been the Saintess in this situation, he would have seized that mischievous rump at once and buried himself inside. But Lowen's reason was not so flimsy that he couldn't restrain rising lust—unlike someone else.
"So......"
Straddling him as if to pin him down, Ariel rose until her face hovered just above his and hiked her skirt all the way to her waist.
Plip.
A lukewarm droplet fell onto Lowen's face.
The flesh forest spread before him: plump thighs, a soft round ass, a taut pussy. A harmony of flesh that made him want to leave teeth marks by biting down hard.
"Bishop Lowen should... s-suck my private parts too... fairly..."
What logic, what forced reasoning was this? The purposes were different. Ariel sucking Lowen's cock had been an unavoidable necessity to break the Absorbing Spirit Cat's possession. There was no compulsory reason for Lowen to suck Ariel's pussy. It was nothing more than her sly desire.
Yet Lowen's answer was—
"Very well."
Ariel's eyes went round; she had fully expected refusal.
"Really?"
"As the Saintess says, we should be fair."
Before she could back away, Lowen caught her thighs and pulled her down.
"I will suck yours, so please finish sucking mine as well."
Even having chosen a new life as a clergyman, Lowen was still a man. When a juicy peach dripping honey flaunted itself saying "eat me," how could he look away? The only regret was that he couldn't drive his cock into that tightly closed slit. And there was also the thought of teaching this lewd Saintess the terror of pleasure—so thoroughly she would never dare say such things again.
"Lie comfortably on top of me."
"Y-yes...!"
Whether from nerves or anticipation, Ariel's voice trembled. She turned, lowered her upper body, and draped herself over him. Her large breasts pressed firmly into his abdomen. Her shaky, trembling breaths swept up the length of his still-erect cock.
So this is what a big, mighty cock feels like, she realized all over again.
Lowen and Ariel settled into a position like the number 69 laid on its side. Each other's sex gleamed slickly right before their eyes.
"Well then... Saintess, excuse me."
Lowen spread Ariel's plump ass cheeks with both hands and brought his mouth to the plump pussy hidden beneath.
"Hah...!"
The mere brush of his lips made her thighs shudder. He began to caress her twitching pussy, skillfully tickling the pink inner flesh with his tongue and greedily devouring her bit by bit.
"Hnn... uuh..."
Shivery tickles raced up her spine all the way to the crown of her head. Ariel's pussy, soaked with love juices, was sweet. Clamshell flesh coated in light honey, carrying the savory-sweet scent of baby powder. Without a doubt, of every woman he had ever been with, this was the sweetest, most fragrant pussy.
While he was savoring that impression, Ariel began earnestly sucking his cock in return. She suckled the glans with little om-nyom sounds, licked clean the shaft, took his balls into her mouth and rolled them with her tongue. In that short time her skill had improved enough to deliver stimulation that made his lower belly tighten.
The bedroom filled with the sounds of Saintess and bishop sucking each other's sex.
"Hngh...! Mmph...!"
In five minutes Ariel climaxed three times. She clenched her ass, writhed her hips, and convulsed. Yet the more she came, the more fiercely Lowen stimulated her sensitive pussy.
"Hgghhh... B-Bishop Lowen... a little slower... haungh...!"
With each successive climax the intervals shortened and her reactions grew more violent.
"Saintess, put it in your mouth."
At those words the moaning Ariel trembled all over and took his cock between her lips.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Semen surged even more fiercely than the first time. The moment Lowen came in her mouth, Ariel gushed a stream of her own juices. He thrust his tongue into the climaxing pussy and attacked her depths.
"Mmph?!"
Mouth full of cum, Ariel felt fear at the successive waves of pleasure. If this continued, her mind would fly away. Pleasure would burn her spine, melt her brain, and turn her into a fool who knew nothing but climax.
She needed to say "Please stop!" but with semen tangled in her throat she could only thrash her hips without a word. Lowen rose while still embracing the ass of the increasingly anxious Ariel.
"Mmph! Um...! Mmmph...!"
He locked his arms around her waist and hips so she couldn't escape and kept devouring her pussy.
"Bweeeeh... B-Bishop Lowen...! Stop...! Please stop...!"
Unable to swallow the cum, she spat it out and flailed, trying to stop him.
"Haaauungh...!"
Whether she did or not, Lowen's tongue rampaged through her vagina.
"Ugggh...!"
Like a broken faucet, water poured from Ariel's pussy. The pleasure that felt ready to blow her mind began to terrify her. Her body felt as if it would melt; her head felt as if it would go completely soft.
At the same time, Ariel felt rapture at the wave-like pleasure she was tasting for the first time in her life.
A night ripening with lewd scents.
Lowen came three times in Ariel's mouth, and Ariel climaxed more times than she could count.
"Heeuh......"
In the end she convulsed and fainted.
Morning sunlight reached through the window and stroked Ariel's cheek with warm fingers.
"Uuh... uuuh..."
Moaning at the pain that felt as if her waist would break, Ariel opened her eyes. She couldn't remember when she had blacked out; her last memories were hazy. She groped through them while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Huh...?"
The Absorbing Spirit Cat was curled up asleep on the blanket.
"The possession... has lifted..."
The cat ears and tail were gone. The instant she realized it, the scorching night before flooded back into Ariel's mind.
"Hauu... uuuh..."
Her cheeks burned hot. As shame crashed over her she burrowed under the covers and covered her face with both hands.
"I sucked Bishop Lowen's... cock......"
The first taste of semen had been the worst. Fishy and bitter. In books the women always said it was sweet like condensed milk and ate it with relish.
"Still..."
Recalling yesterday, Ariel rolled her tongue.
"It was a taste I want to try again......"
He had succeeded in teaching her the terror of pleasure—only to end up making her an even lewder Saintess.