Aftermath (3)
Ariel spread her tightly clenched buttocks wide with both hands.
The magnificent view revealed between those plump cheeks.
Her rear hole, its soft pink folds standing out in sharp relief.
The love juices she had spilled while masturbating left the area around her anus glistening wetly.
Below that sat Ariel's cute little pussy.
Her slit-like folds, looking as if they were pressed tightly shut, gently parted to show a glimpse of the flesh within.
The inner flesh peeking between her plump outer labia was a vivid scarlet, like salmon that begged to be dunked thickly in mayonnaise and eaten.
With slippery nectar already flowing, it looked for all the world like rich, oily salmon belly.
"Th-th-this way... Please use my butt hole..."
Ariel dipped her waist even lower, as if determined to present her rear entrance more clearly.
"Yes? With Bishop Lowen's... thing... Please cool the heat for me...."
She began to sway her hips in a soft, inviting rhythm.
The motion was so vulgar one might well wonder, Is this really a Saintess?
She hadn't even been drinking, yet here she was, stone-cold sober, spreading her anus and shaking her ass. It was genuinely flustering.
"Haa......"
Lowen exhaled as he drank in the view.
The lower half that had been sleeping inside his trousers woke at once, stiffening hard.
It still remembered how it had never properly buried itself in that lewd little hole.
It drooled toward Ariel's rear entrance as if eager for a rematch.
The crushing tightness he had felt when only half the glans had gone in.
He already knew that shoving the whole length home would feel incredible.
Knowing that only made him want it more.
Violate that snug rear hole and he would be able to pour out an ecstatic load.
"Ahem...!"
Lowen cleared his throat.
"Saintess, even so... this is a cathedral, and..."
Had they been in the Wind-bird Forest cathedral, he would have fucked her already.
Had they been in Night Sky Spring Forest, he would have fucked her already.
Late as the hour was, this was still the cathedral of Rest Town, home to any number of clergy.
If so much as a single sound leaked out, strange rumors would be circulating by morning.
"If that's what you're worried about..."
Ariel called upon her holy magic.
A golden barrier swelled outward and soaked into every wall of the room.
"I've wrapped the entire chamber in a protective barrier. With this, no sound will escape... and no one can enter carelessly.... A-and... no one can leave either......"
The effect would last roughly six hours.
Until tomorrow morning, Lowen could not leave this room.
Two choices lay before him.
One: endure for six hours.
Two: spend six hours filling her.
As the Saintess's guardian, the answer was one. As a man, it was two.
He had held himself in check until now, but after tasting Ariel's body a few times, restraint had grown far more difficult.
A known pleasure is always more dangerous than an unknown one.
How exquisite it felt to stroke her soft skin.
How addictive it was to knead those plump cheeks.
How deeply satisfying it was to seize her breasts in both hands.
Knowing all of that, he wanted nothing more than to grab those childbearing hips and lose himself right then and there.
After a moment's struggle, Lowen————chose the first option.
A guardian had to set an example.
He could not allow himself to be seen yielding to temptation.
Then Ariel spoke again, and Lowen's patience shattered completely.
"Please use my rear hole... as Bishop Lowen's... s-s-semen toilet......"
His mind went blank.
How was anyone supposed to endure after hearing that?
Even an ordinary woman swaying her hips and saying such a thing would leave a man dizzy.
The forbidden fruit that was the Saintess herself was begging him to devour her deliciously—how could he possibly hold back?
If he wasn't going to fuck the pretty hole right in front of him, he might as well cut off his cock and become a girl.
"I-is it still no good...?"
Still shyly rocking her hips, Ariel looked back over her shoulder, her face flushed a deep, steamed pink.
"Saintess."
Lowen stepped closer and brought his hand between the cheeks she held so widely open.
"Hngut......!"
When he tapped her rear hole with a fingertip, Ariel let out a heated little gasp and her waist trembled.
"We'll start with the preparation."
An anus is an exit, not an entrance.
It is certainly not a hole that exists for the purpose of intercourse.
That is precisely why people become so fascinated by anal sex.
To have sex with a hole that was never meant for sex.
He knew the statement was a contradiction.
The thrill of inserting into a place meant only for expulsion.
The sense of conquest that came from claiming a partner's most secret, most shameful place.
Those were the reasons a male hunted not only a female's front hole but her rear one as well.
While caressing the raised buttocks of the girl who lay face-down before him, Lowen spoke.
"We'll begin with a finger first."
"Yeees...!"
Proper dilation was essential before anything could be inserted into a rear hole.
Ariel, already impatient for a messy fuck, had insisted, "A Saintess's body is sturdy, so you can just put it in right away," but Lowen had no idea how sturdy a Saintess's rear entrance truly was. An anus was a delicate organ that could be damaged with ease; there was no harm in being careful.
"Saintess, would you wet this with a little saliva for me?"
He brought his index finger to her lips.
"S-saliva?"
"I intend to use it in place of lubricant."
Lubrication was mandatory for any dilation work.
Without it, even a fingernail could leave a scratch inside the anus.
Of course, saliva made a rather poor lubricant.
It was slick while still in the mouth, yet dried almost at once.
Still, even saliva was better than nothing.
"Yes...! Haum...!"
Ariel took Lowen's finger into her mouth.
"Schlurp... mmph..."
She curled her tongue around the digit and coated every surface with spit.
If all he needed was saliva, he could have used his own.
The reason he had gone out of his way to demand hers was purely psychological satisfaction.
How arousing it was to watch her personally wet the very finger that would soon be buried in her own ass.
"That should be enough."
He took one of her cheeks and pulled it aside.
Her anus was clenched tight with tension.
Lowen gently rubbed the spit-slick finger against her rear hole.
"Haaauu...!"
He had only brushed it lightly, yet Ariel's shoulders shuddered.
"Hnn... hah...!"
He spread the saliva around the rim.
When he scraped a fingertip along the delicate folds, her hips jerked.
The already narrow opening tightened further, making every crease stand out in sharp relief.
"I'm going to put it in now, so try to relax."
He pressed firmly against her anus.
The pretty little bud pushed back, resisting the intrusion.
He kept applying steady pressure against that soft resistance until the bud finally began to open.
"Hiii... i-it's going in..."
Ariel's asshole slowly swallowed the finger.
Once past the desperately clenched sphincter, the knuckles slid inward one after another.
"It's all the way in."
All three knuckles had disappeared.
The warm interior of her rectum closed around Lowen's finger.
He began to turn it in slow circles.
"Hyah...! B-Bishop Lowen...!"
A sharp, electric shiver ran through her and she flinched in sudden fright.
"Stay still."
He pinned her waist so she could not squirm and continued working the finger.
He rotated it, pulled the rim left, then right, gradually coaxing the stubborn sphincter to loosen.
"Hnn... hii... nnh..."
Ariel made soft, adorable sounds while her hips twitched under the eerie thrills.
After a long assault on her sphincter, the grip that had been clamping the base of his finger finally softened.
Time for the next stage.
"I'm adding another."
Without waiting for an answer, Lowen forced his idle middle finger in beside the first.
"Hiiik...! Hnnngh...!"
The sudden stretch of two fingers drew a pained moan from her.
It sounded delicious.
The sight of a female whimpering with two fingers buried in her ass was a beautiful thing.
Ordinarily Lowen would have fretted over her and moved with the utmost care, but the Saintess's own temptation had already claimed him; he focused solely on gently opening her rear hole.
"Hyaah... haang... i-it feels strange...!"
He worked the two fingers in every direction, training her sphincter into obedience.
He drew circles; he scissored the fingers to stretch the rim wider.
Little by little the hole grew accustomed to the thickness, until the in-and-out motion became smooth and easy.
—Pop!
He yanked both fingers free in one clean pull.
"Haang...!"
Ariel let out a sweet, broken cry and climaxed lightly.
"Saintess, your rear hole has opened up nicely for me."
Some resistance remained, yet two fingers now slipped in without trouble.
"D-d-don't say things like that..."
Even as she protested in embarrassment, the corners of her mouth twitched with unmistakable pleasure.
This cunning little Saintess.
Lowen freed the cock that had been straining inside his underwear.
"May I put my cock into the Saintess's rear hole?"
The wording was gentlemanly; the content was pure filth.
"Y-yes... For today, my rear hole is Bishop Lowen's semen toilet, so please use it as much as you like."
Ariel lifted her hips as high as they would go.
"H-here..."
As though offering a precious gift to an honored guest, she pulled both cheeks apart with her hands and presented her twitching anus to him.
After the preparation, her rear entrance looked unmistakably different.
At first it had remained neatly closed even when the cheeks were spread; now it gaped ever so slightly.
"Ptui!"
In place of lubricant, Lowen spat directly onto the fluttering hole.
"Uuuu... this is... such a strange feeling..."
Spitting on her anus.
It was humiliating, yet at the same time it felt as ticklishly pleasant as a feather.
Lowen seized her hips and rubbed his fully erect cock back and forth against the spit-slick entrance. As the glans dragged across those delicate folds, a flicker of worry crossed his mind—Something this big might ruin her. No matter how thoroughly he had loosened the sphincter with two fingers, Ariel's rear hole was still terribly narrow.
"I'll go in slowly."
"Yes!"
The ceremonial deflowering of Ariel's anal virginity.
He pressed the glans against the rear hole he had only teased before, pushing—hard—harder.
With each repeated pressure the dense folds began to yield inward.
The chewy, clinging flesh of her anus stretched open and started to gulp the head down.
"Augh... hhk... i-it hurts.... hnn..."
Ariel twisted the bedsheets in her fists.
Watching her back as she endured the pain only made him want to bury himself faster.
"Aaa... i-i-it's going in... Bishop Lowen's... cock.... hic... is going inside me....!"
He drove forward with real force. Her asshole rapidly swallowed the glans and then, with a wet gulp, took the entire head.
"Haa......"
Just the head, and Lowen was already gasping in wonder.
The squeeze was so tight he could barely move.
It felt as if a fist were clenched around the glans—an intense, crushing pressure.
He might as well have been a virgin again.
To feel the same shock he had known the very first time he had sex...
"Saintess, relax."
Taking the whole head meant the hardest part was already over.
"Haaauu... huu......"
He gave her rear hole ample time to adjust to the size of the glans...
"Pardon me."
Then he pulled her hips back and thrust the rest of his cock home.
"Kyaaaaaaah......!"
Ariel screamed and convulsed as though struck by lightning magic.
Her entire body shuddered violently.
Eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, she bit down hard on the pillowcase and moaned.
"Saintess, did you know?"
Even as she gasped under the sudden stretch, she shook her head frantically, not knowing what he meant.
"There's still half left."
Her eyes flew wide like a puppy that had just met a predator.
"B-Bishop Lowen... wait... wait... haaaaaaugh!!"
He slammed the full length of his cock into the warm depths of her rectum in one brutal stroke.
—Slap! Slap-slap!
Ariel flailed her legs like a drowning swimmer and pounded the mattress with her fists.
"Waaah......"
With every last inch buried, Lowen could only marvel.
Past the sphincter the rectum usually loosened, yet Ariel's insides continued to clamp down on him with the same merciless pressure all the way to the root.
This lewd Saintess's rear pussy was a masterpiece among masterpieces.
"Fuck......"
The pleasure was so intense a curse slipped out unbidden.