First Kiss (8)
Ariel clung to Lowen's neck, pressing her chest flush against him and drinking in his breath.
“Mmm... chup...”
Lowen pulled her waist close and claimed her soft, yielding lips. He nipped at them lightly, tugged them, then slipped his tongue between the slight parting of her mouth to explore inside.
Their tongues tangled stickily together.
“Hup...!”
Ariel’s waist jerked. The full, storm-like intensity of the kiss left her flustered. Lowen’s tongue moved like a coiling serpent, thoroughly ravaging her innocent one—pushing it this way, then that. Every time their tongues clicked together, her eyelids fluttered. Whenever he stroked the roof of her mouth as if tickling it, she felt as though her hips might buck right out from under her.
“Haah... chup... mmm... juup...”
Strength flooded into Ariel’s arms. She hugged the nape of his neck tighter, sealing her lips more firmly against his and gulping down the saliva that flowed into her mouth.
Lowen kneaded the small of her back. Even through the habit, he could feel the soft give of her skin. Her breasts, her hips—Ariel’s entire body was pleasantly pliant and yielding.
“Pwah!”
She broke the kiss and gasped for air.
“Haup?!”
But there was no time to breathe. Lowen tipped her chin up and thrust his tongue back into her mouth, savoring her as if the patience he had been holding back had finally snapped.
“L-Lowen Bishop... haah... w-wait, just a—haum!”
She couldn’t breathe. Her face flushed tomato-red, Ariel pushed at his shoulders. Her mind was going blank; she felt consciousness slipping away. If the kiss continued like this she would surely faint.
Yet Lowen continued to caress her tongue with leisurely pleasure.
“Churp... jop...”
The Ariel who had been resisting for air melted back into his arms. She gave up. Fainting like this would be fine.
“Hng... chup... hbrrrmmm...”
It felt so good. Every time that rough-soft tongue struck hers, sparks shot through her. Sharp little jolts of electricity stabbed her waist; a heavy, liquid heat swirled low in her belly. It felt so good she thought something irreversible might happen.
“Paha! Hah... hk... ha...”
The kiss finally ended. Ariel’s mouth was glossy and wet with saliva. Every time she drew breath, Lowen felt the body nestled in his arms rise and fall.
“L-Lowen Bishop...”
Dazed from the kiss, Ariel looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. Heat shimmered in those moist violet pupils, and Lowen’s face floated on the surface of that purple lake like a moon.
“Lowen Bishop.”
She called his name once more. Without waiting for permission, Ariel pressed her lips to his again.
“Churp... jup... chup-chup... joop...”
This time Ariel actively tangled her tongue with his. They slipped in and out of each other’s mouths, rolling their tongues together as if tying knots. She lifted her hips and pressed herself even closer. Her pudding-soft breasts squashed flat like hotteok. The brassiere supporting her full chest twisted askew, letting her breasts spill free.
“Hngk...!”
The hands that had been stroking her back suddenly seized both of her plump buttocks. She tensed in surprise, then immediately relaxed and offered her hips to him. Lowen played with those soft, doughy cheeks like kneading flour—squeezing, pressing, spreading them apart. In the process her habit naturally rode up between her cheeks. The lace pattern of her panties showed clearly, and the round shape of her ass was fully revealed.
Having the habit wedged between her cheeks was embarrassing.
While still fondling her, Lowen slipped a hand under the hem of her skirt. Hot palm closed tightly around her ass; fingers sank deep into the soft, meaty flesh.
This lewd little ass. A fertile fat cushion that stirred the urge to breed.
Lowen spread Ariel’s hips wide and poked the hidden chrysanthemum nestled between them.
“N-no...!”
Ariel hastily broke the kiss and blocked the hand that was gently scratching at her soft folds.
“You can’t touch there today.”
She looked up at him, lashes trembling, a faint trace of fear on her face—the kind of expression that made him want to ignore her words and pin her down right then.
“Why not?”
Last time she had offered it herself. Even when he tried to stop her, she had tried to swallow his tip with that tight little back hole.
“I need to shower first... and we’re in the forest... uuu...”
Divine power could wash away anything unclean. Nothing truly disastrous would happen, yet she still wanted to scrub herself properly with soap. Right now her natural scent was mixed with sweat; it would smell shameful. The psychological difference between showering and not was huge. If they had been at an inn she would have gladly offered him her back hole, but this was an unhygienic forest, so she held him back.
“I’ll let you put it in later. So please be satisfied with kissing for today...”
She was promising future use of her back hole. Was that really something that should come from a Saintess’s mouth? Still, he was grateful. Because Ariel had stopped him once, he managed to clear his head. If they had continued, he might have crossed the line right beside the campfire.
“Well... all right.”
Lowen cupped her chin.
“Uut...”
Ariel squeezed her eyes shut and puckered her lips out in a long pout. What was he even doing? Devouring the lips of the Saintess he was supposed to protect like a beast. Harboring such feelings was a sin, yet—
Lowen was not kissing her because he loved her. He was simply unable to resist the temptation of a fresh virgin and was satisfying his pleasure. Instinct. Yes, it was closer to instinct. When a beautiful young woman begged for kisses, who would refuse? In the end, everything he had been holding back had simply burst free.
He kneaded her breasts. The sensation made him want to use them as pillows. Humans were greedy creatures; once one desire was met, they sought another. Fondling her through the habit made him want bare skin instead.
Lowen tugged at the open neckline of her habit and pulled it halfway down.
“Hik...!”
The rough undressing made Ariel flinch.
“Forgive me if I startled you.”
“N-no...”
She shook her head quickly.
“If Lowen Bishop wants it... please do whatever you like with my breasts.”
Her left breast spilled free from the half-removed habit. It was a pretty shape. Full of soft fat yet still springy and well-formed, not sagging unattractively.
“Haang...”
When he squeezed hard, a feminine moan slipped past her lips. Like a perfectly shaped rice cake that still felt meltingly soft—his fingers felt as if they might dissolve into it. He roughly distorted that pretty breast, gripping until his hand sank deep. Clear red handprints bloomed on the white skin. Beneath his palm he felt a firm little hardness: the pink bean at the tip had grown stiff, and the pale-pink areola surrounding it had puffed into a gentle hill.
“Ahng... haaaang...”
When he rolled the areola between his fingers, Ariel writhed as if she might break. Every time her hips moved, her sweet body scent washed over him—strawberry-sweet with a baby-powder richness mixed in. Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch: a single kiss had flooded all five senses with rising pleasure.
“Hiik... aaang-aaang...”
Ariel made nasal cooing sounds as if coaxing him. When he pinched and stretched her nipple, her whole body began to tremble.
“L-Lowen Bishop... haah...”
Still seated in his lap, Ariel hiked her skirt all the way up past her navel. The stigma there glowed pink—an alluring sight.
“Breasts are nice, but... here... please knead here too.”
She held the skirt hem in her mouth and pulled Lowen’s hand into her panties. They were soaked. Her panties were drenched and steeped in humid heat; her small petals were soggy and viscous as if caught in a monsoon— a female flower ready to receive pollen at any moment.
“Then... excuse me.”
Lowen’s large hand seized the plump outer lips of her pussy.
“Beek...!”
He had gripped too hard; Ariel startled, eyes flying wide. The skirt hem fell from her mouth.
—Squish-squish
She was so thoroughly wet that merely massaging her labia produced wet sounds as if he were thrusting inside.
“Hngk... haang... hiiiiit...”
Ariel buried her face against his chest. Every nerve had concentrated between her legs; she could focus on nothing else. Each time Lowen’s hand clamped around her outer lips, she rolled her hips as if grinding against him.
“My hand is completely soaked.”
He showed her the hand dripping with her juices.
“Uuuu... d-don’t show me.”
Ariel covered her face with both hands and hunched her shoulders.
“Hiang...!”
He began kneading the embarrassed girl’s pussy again. Slippery, springy flesh slick with love juice. Every firm squeeze forced more nectar to leak out. Truly a lewd Saintess.
“Haum... haah... hup...”
He had been fondling her for nearly thirty minutes. Ariel lay sprawled on the ground with her legs wide open. A small puddle of honey from her petals had formed on the earth.
“I-I’m sorry......”
Lying face-down and panting like a frog flattened by a carriage, Ariel suddenly apologized.
“For what?”
“It feels like only I got to feel good...”
She wanted to do something for Lowen in return. If they had been at an inn she would already have been offering him her twitching back hole.
“Not at all. I enjoyed myself as well.”
The mental pleasure had outweighed the physical. Every time he tugged her nipple and she gave a tiny cry, every time he squeezed her pussy and she jolted—each of those fragile reactions filled his head with a sense of conquest.
“Shall we stop here for now?”
It was still night. They could keep going if they wanted.
“Ah...!”
While Lowen was wondering what else he might enjoy, a bright idea flashed through Ariel’s mind.
“Lowen Bishop, it’s nothing much, but... would you like to rub your... thing against me here?”
She gathered her outer lips together with both hands.
“As long as it’s not actual insertion... yes, just rubbing should be... fine, right...? What do you think?”
How could it possibly be fine? Rubbing his cock against a Saintess’s pussy was anything but fine.
“......Then.”
Yet scolding her for the problem felt impossible in the face of such sensual temptation. Lowen freed the cock that had been straining hard for some time.
“I will gratefully accept the Saintess’s consideration.”
“Y-yes...”
Ariel closed the legs she had been holding wide open. Lowen caught her legs and lifted her by the hips.
“I’m putting it in.”
“Yes...!”
He slotted his forearm-thick shaft into the triangular space between her thighs.
“Oh...”
A sigh of pure admiration escaped him. Plump thighs hugged him from both sides; the soft pussy below became a perfect rest for his cock. It felt better than actual insertion into most women. Even without the stimulation of vaginal folds, the mere softness of her flesh was enough pleasure.
Lowen rocked his hips back and forth. His cock shuttled between Ariel’s tightly closed thighs—pseudo-sex. They hadn’t inserted, yet it was practically the real thing.
—Slap slap slap
Every time his hips smacked against her ass, lewd friction sounds rang out.
“Hnn... haaauu...”
Ariel made strange little moans. Each thrust between her thighs made her heavy breasts sway as if they might spill free. Lowen hugged her legs tighter and pounded faster, grinding his cock hard against her pussy. Her outer lips clung wetly to the shaft; the clit that had peeked free of its hood snagged and dragged with every stroke.
“Aaang... ang, ang...”
Realistically, she moaned as if she were truly being fucked. The sounds weren’t deliberate—they came because the cock rubbing her pussy simply felt that good.
After about ten minutes of the faux-sex, the signal arrived.
“S-Saintess...”
“Yeheh?”
“I’m going to come inside...”
Ariel squeezed her thighs even tighter and nodded.
“Yes, inside... please come inside me...”
The words had barely left her mouth before Lowen began to ejaculate. Feeling his balls draw up, he spurted thick ropes of semen. Every twitch of his cock sent out another heavy load. The orgasm lasted a long time.
“Haa... huu......”
Lowen pulled free and wiped away sweat.
“Uwa... uut... uwaaa...”
Ariel stared blankly at the semen overflowing between her thighs. A little spring of cum had formed just below her stigma. She kept her thighs clamped and simply admired the pool of white gathered around her lower belly.
“Did my insides feel good?”
She smiled.
“Haa...”
Lowen swept sweat-damp bangs from his forehead and nodded.
“Yes... it felt truly wonderful.”
He wanted a cigarette. One single drag right now would make him feel as if he owned the entire world.
“Heh, ehehe.”
Ariel hid both cheeks behind her hair and gave a shy little laugh.