Mistake (5)
"Like this?"
"Yes. Now press in from both sides and squeeze."
A Saintess was a being who embraced people with love.
So the method Lowen had suggested was to embrace his cock with a bosom full of love.
In other words, a titjob.
Sucking him off with her mouth was fine, but leaving such a magnificent thing swaying there idle would have been a waste.
His cock nestled between her ample breasts. The head peeked out from her cleavage, just barely.
The heat of that cock, hot as a live coal, transferred straight into Ariel's heart.
"Mmph... mmm..."
Ariel gathered saliva in her mouth and spat it down into the cleft of her breasts where the head was poking free.
"Y-you need this... for lubrication..."
Knowledge gleaned from erotic novels was not to be underestimated. For a virgin, she knew her stuff.
No matter how glossy a cock already was with spit, skin-on-skin friction still had its discomforts. Ariel knew that, which was why she was sending saliva down between her breasts.
Brothels used slime-based lubricants, but a cathedral was hardly going to stock those. So Ariel solved it the way the dirty books taught her: with spit.
It would dry quickly, but it was better than nothing.
Her saliva slid down her cleavage and coated his cock in a thin film.
"Now, just as I said at the start — press your breasts in from both sides as if you're squeezing the shaft, and rock them."
"Yes, sir...!"
Ariel took hold of her own breasts like handles and began clamping his cock between them from either side.
The squeeze was milder than a mouth, but the soft give of her flesh wrapping snug around him, the way his cock sank into that plush mass — it felt remarkably good.
"Um... I'm going to move..."
Ariel slowly rocked the breasts she was gripping up and down.
A handjob of the chest. The heavy, well-filled fat of them rubbed along his cock with a soft shlick, shlick.
"Bishop Lowen... my breasts... do they feel good...?"
She looked up at him through her lashes as she worked them. A beautiful woman bouncing her tits and giving him a titjob — how could it not feel good?
"Honestly... yes. It feels good."
At Lowen's frank answer, Ariel beamed like a puppy praised with a "good girl" by her master.
Was she really a Saintess? That delighted smile of hers was almost too suspicious.
"Ehehe."
Grinning bashfully, Ariel shook her breasts even harder.
Thump, thump, thump.
Her heavy chest slapped against Lowen's groin. Every time a stiff nipple grazed his lower belly, a ticklish heat stirred there.
They say praise can make even a whale dance — and Ariel, having been praised, grew more assertive still. She decided to put her knowledge to full use.
There were ways to make this feel better than simply grabbing and shaking.
"Hup."
Ariel worked her breasts in alternating motions, as if wringing his cock between them. Even when those round, pretty shapes squashed into odd distortions, she didn't care.
"Kh..."
Lowen let out a small sound of pleasure at the sensation of being squeezed.
Ariel's eyes, busy shifting her breasts this way and that, flicked up to Lowen's face. Seeing him enjoy it lifted her own mood in turn.
She periodically resupplied saliva and devoted herself to serving him with painstaking care.
To ease his stress. To thank him for everything he endured. And for Ariel's own pleasure as well.
A titjob itself couldn't give her physical climax. But the act carried a mental pleasure that filled her with a fierce sense of accomplishment — the thrill of doing something that only ever appeared in dirty books, and doing it for real. And the pride of knowing someone could feel this much from her breasts alone.
The cock rubbing between her soft breasts swelled fuller. He was close.
"Saintess, would you stop for a moment?"
Ariel, who had been glancing up at him, tilted her head.
"Why?"
"I'm about to... finish..."
Her already flushed face went even redder. She knew exactly what "finish" meant.
But far from stopping, she pressed harder — hard enough that her breasts ached — and clamped down on his cock.
"Saintess."
"I decided I'd take all of Bishop Lowen's desire... so fill me up. Pump it all out inside me...!"
The wording was strange, but today he had resolved to enjoy this.
His cock twitched and pulsed. A moment later it erupted with savage force.
"Kyaah...?!"
From the head peeking between her breasts, cum shot out like a water gun and struck Ariel's face. Thick, clotted ropes followed in heavy surges.
Hot seed poured down over her chest like lava spilling from a volcano.
"Hnn... Bishop Lowen's baby batter... so much..."
Every word out of Ariel's mouth was lewd and vulgar, the kind of line that belonged in an erotic novel. But that was exactly what made it good. Filthy talk from a Saintess only stoked the fire higher.
Seven thick pulses. An intermammary creampie left the space between Ariel's breasts brimming with milky white. Cum bubbled and oozed in the tightly closed cleft of her cleavage.
"Hah..."
Ariel pulled Lowen's cock free from between her breasts. A strand of cum stretched between them like a thread, connecting Lowen to Ariel.
"Bishop Lowen... look at this."
She spread her breasts apart to show him the seed sliding down her abdomen. She had been painted so thoroughly it looked like a facial pack of cum.
This was the load he'd been holding since the cat incident, and the volume was formidable. Cum that had splashed as high as her neck hung like a pearl necklace, and more of it streaked her lovely face.
Looking at that sensual figure, his cock stiffened all over again. He thought he'd had enough — but his cock, still hungry, throbbed eagerly in front of Ariel.
"Slurp... mmph... smooch..."
Right in front of Lowen's eyes, Ariel wiped the cum from her face and chest with the back of her hand and licked it clean, little catlike laps. She looked for all the world like a cat grooming itself.
"Phew... a little bitter, but... it's tasty."
She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. That gaze — innocent and seductive at once — nearly snapped the last thread of his reason.
It was a blessing his body was still locked stiff. If it hadn't been, he would have thrown her down then and there.
"Haum... mmm... slurp... suck... suck-suck..."
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Ariel began cleaning Lowen's cock. She cradled it in both hands like something precious and sucked out every drop of cum still left in the urethra.
"Haa..."
Lowen exhaled in satisfaction as Ariel buried her face between his legs and tended to him with such thorough devotion.
So this little deviation ends here.
Relief and regret mixed in equal measure. His cock, having tasted pleasure for the first time in ages, still stood rigid and searching for a hole it could bury itself in.
"Bishop Lowen, look. I cleaned it all up."
Like a puppy fishing for praise, Ariel gazed up at him and pointed to his cock, gleaming with spit.
"Well done, Saintess."
If he could have moved his hands, he would have stroked her hair.
"I only wish you'd clean the cathedral with this much enthusiasm."
"Th-that's completely different!"
Ariel flushed at the strangest point and looked embarrassed, lips pouting, eyes flicking up at him. Then her gaze drifted naturally down to his cock.
"Still... not enough, is it?"
Lowen only smiled and kept his mouth shut.
"Um... Bishop Lowen."
"Yes."
"Do you... by any chance... know about... that?"
Still kneeling between his legs, Ariel rose and stood before him.
"About what?"
Their eyes met at the same level. Ariel chewed her lip, stalling.
"The way a man and a woman... b-become one."
A chill ran down his spine.
"I know of it."
"You do?"
Ariel's voice trembled as she spoke, slow and careful.
"Normally... you put a man's... organ... into the hole between a woman's labia, right?"
"That's correct."
"But... in the books I've read... there was another way, too."
Ariel turned her back to him, bent at the waist, and presented her rear. A vivid red handprint still marked that white ass.
She reached both hands behind her, gripped those plump cheeks, and spread them apart. The closed flesh opened, and every secret place came into view.
A smooth, springy-looking pussy. The plump outer lips, pressed shut like a soft mouth, were already wet and slick. Juices she'd spilled while being spanked, and more that had leaked while she sucked him, left her soaked.
Yes — that was the hole where a man and a woman normally became one.
Ariel swallowed her shame, turned her head, and looked back at Lowen.
"They say a man and a woman can also... find harmony through this hole."
What she was pointing out was a pink little ring — an anus with clear, delicate folds.
"Would you... put it in here...?"
She pushed her hips back further, offering her asshole to Lowen.
"I-it's an unclean hole, I know, but... a Saintess always has to keep her body pure, so... this side... this side is clean too. With divine power I can wash away every dirty thing, so... so if you put it in, nothing to worry about will happen...!"
It did look clean. That vivid pink gleamed as if it had never known filth.
Ariel's lust, once lit, showed no sign of dying down. The aftereffects of her divine power still lingered. She had spent so much effort serving Lowen that she hadn't tended to her own pleasure at all, and the frustration had driven her to this reckless choice.
To put a massive cock into an asshole that could barely take a single finger. Forget being a Saintess — as a woman, this was something she shouldn't do. But Ariel wanted that cock, by any means necessary.
She had always wondered. What did it feel like to be penetrated by a cock?
It was something she could have discovered alone — but her pussy was out of the question, because of the hymen. And her anus had always scared her too much to try by herself.
"Saintess, that is an exit, not an entrance."
"I know. But I can do it."
It wasn't that Lowen didn't know. It was that the moment he put his cock in Ariel's ass, he felt they would cross a river they could never recross.
"Let's end it here. I've had more than enough."
"Liar."
Ariel hopped up onto the bed.
"I can see it."
Her seductive violet eyes were glowing gold.
"If I put divine power into my eyes, I can see other people's emotions. I can see it right now. That Bishop Lowen is lying... that you're still not satisfied..."
She gripped his shoulders and crouched in front of him. His cock brushed against her mound.
"Today I decided to accept every last bit of Bishop Lowen's desire..."
Ariel lifted her hips and lined the head of his cock up against the entrance of her anus.
"So let it all out on me."
She slowly lowered her waist. When the cock wouldn't go in, she reached one hand down between her legs and held Lowen's shaft steady so it couldn't slip away.
The head rubbed against the wrinkled ring of her asshole. She started lowering her hips again, and the tip pressed hard against her rear entrance.
With no preparation, that tight hole had no intention of opening. Lubricant might have helped — but the spit that had made his cock glossy had already dried, and now it only added resistance.
"Hhk... nngh... uh..."
Ariel grunted and strained, determined to get him inside. After a moment, the soft sphincter began to yield inward. The tightly closed rear hole bloomed open like a bud, and the head slowly pushed its way in.
"Hic...! Ah—!"
Her hands clenched hard on Lowen's shoulders. Brow furrowed, Ariel kept taking him deeper.
"Saintess, if you keep going, this is dangerous."
If Lowen's oversized cock forced its way into Ariel's uncharted territory, it would tear her for certain and draw blood. Anal sex wasn't something you could just decide to do. It required training and readiness.
He explained as much — but Ariel kept lowering her hips.
"I-I'll just heal it."
Reason clearly wasn't going to work. All Lowen could do now was sit still and wait for Ariel's rear passage to open.
And honestly — how fortunate that it was the back hole and not the front. If she'd tried to force him into her pussy out of sheer bravado, he would have panicked and stopped her by any means necessary. Putting it in her ass wouldn't tear her hymen.
"I'm past knowing what to do."
At last the rear hole opened and began to swallow the head.
"Nngh...! Hic... hii..."
Ariel's fragile little breaths tickled his ear, stoking something sadistic in him. A grip like teeth clamping down on the head. He wasn't even halfway in, and already Lowen could tell — Ariel's ass was a masterpiece of a hole.
Once he was fully inside, it would feel incredible. It would clamp so hard it felt like his cock might be cut off, and he'd finish on the spot.
Having anal sex with a Saintess in a cathedral deep in the forest...
"Hah..."
A dry laugh of sheer absurdity escaped him. So this was the kind of thing that happened if you lived long enough.
"Nngh... j-just a little... a little more..."
Ariel had swallowed half the head and was working on the thickest part. She was right on the verge of achieving full anal penetration, straining and whimpering — when an interrupter arrived.
"Is anyone here——!"
A voice searching for people rang out from the cathedral's first floor.
"Hwaah?!"
Startled by the human voice, Ariel scrambled upright in a panic. In the process, the head that had been halfway into her rear hole popped free with a wet sound, and a sharp, eerie jolt of pleasure shot through her.
"Ah..."
She looked down at his cock with a flicker of regret — and in that moment, the paralysis in Lowen's body finally lifted.
"......I'll go see who it is."
Lowen pulled up the underwear still caught around his ankles, straightened his clerical robes, and left Ariel's bedroom.
"Uuuuugh...!"
Once he was gone, Ariel collapsed onto the bed where he had been sitting. The glowing stigma subsided. Her mind snapped fully clear, and shame and self-loathing crashed over her in a wave.
"Waaah! I've lost my mind! I've completely lost it!"
Ariel, who had been possessed enough to try swallowing a cock with her rear hole, thrashed against a shame that had blown past every limit, pounding the pillow with both fists.