Aftermath (4)
How far does a Saintess’s capacity truly go?
There may be no fixed answer, but one can declare it with absolute confidence:
A Saintess’s capacity overflows even into her asshole!
“Fuck……”
Lowen spat the curse like a sigh. Just the knowledge that he had buried his cock inside the Saintess’s rear hole was enough to send a surge of mental exaltation through him—and on top of that, the way her ass clung wetly, greedily to his shaft dragged him into pure physical intoxication.
Ariel’s asshole suckled at him with gluttonous little sshhp-sshhp sounds. Every time she clenched her hips and twitched, it felt as though his cock would be swallowed even deeper. Normally, anal sex produced a stronger pushing-out force. But Ariel’s rear entrance pulled him inward, deeper and deeper, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment.
Her hole was a legendary vessel, a black hole!
No, wait—since it’s pink, is it a pink hole?
While he cracked that stupid joke inside his head, Ariel—who had been gnawing on the pillowcase—twisted around to look back at him.
“S-s-suddenly… hic… if you put it all the way in, what am I supposed to do…!”
Beneath her trembling long lashes, those violet eyes glittered.
“I-it really… hurt, you know…!”
The tight ring of her ass that was currently gripping his thick cock. What had once been a tightly closed chrysanthemum of a hole was now stretched wide open around a shaft as thick as a club.
“I’m sorry.”
Lowen apologized with perfect courtesy.
“Still, just as you said, Saintess—your body is remarkably sturdy.”
Even after he had suddenly driven himself in, her anus had not torn.
“Your anus is sturdy as well.”
He gently stroked the wrinkled rim of her hole.
“Haaahh… d-don’t say such embarrassing things… please…”
Lowen’s playful side stirred. When someone told you not to do something, of course you wanted to do it more.
“Saintess, would you mind relaxing that springy little anus of yours a bit?”
The slightly vulgar whisper made Ariel swallow a breath; her anal folds fluttered.
“L-like this…?”
She tried her hardest to go limp. But the moment you consciously try to relax, tension only concentrates. Even with her whole body loose, her rear hole still clenched around him in irregular, powerful spasms.
“It’s gripping even tighter.”
“L-l-like this, then…?”
Ariel whimpered and forced her sphincter to ease. Yet the sticky inner walls refused to release his cock.
“Truly, Saintess, your back hole is full of greed.”
“Uuuuuh….”
When he spoke about her rear entrance in that soft, gentle voice, Ariel’s neck flushed scarlet and she buried her face in the pillow—hiding the grin she couldn’t quite suppress.
The words were humiliating, yes. But they also made her heart pound as lines from her erotic novels rose in her mind. She wanted to hear even more shameful things. She wanted Lowen to keep caressing her hips and say even dirtier words. But her embarrassment had already hit its limit; she couldn’t bring herself to beg, “Please insult me more!”
“A g-greedy back hole… I’m sorry…”
Ariel’s voice trembled. That slender body supporting his proud cock. Visually and aurally, she was giving him perfect pleasure. He had no intention of stopping here.
“Saintess, may I begin moving soon?”
He gently stroked the handprint still marked on her ass. Face buried in the pillow, Ariel gave a stiff little nod.
“U-use me… as much as you want…”
She lifted her hips high—like an offering to a god. Politely, reverently, she raised her rear and presented that forbidden hole. Defeated by the Saintess’s temptation, Lowen gripped her pelvis and began to move his hips.
A wet, crushing sound rose—like strawberries being mashed. Lowen slowly rolled his hips, wringing juice from Ariel’s fruit. The last scraps of reason finally toppled. How was anyone supposed to endure when she swayed her hips with her asshole spread open in invitation? He had fallen for the temptation and was now plundering the anus of the very person he was meant to protect.
“Haa… nn…”
Ariel’s rear hole was wickedly seductive. When he pushed deep, the soft flesh melted open around him; when he tried to pull out, it clamped down so he couldn’t escape. Once you fell in, it was not a hole you left easily. Warm, moist membrane wrapped his cock. He was moving slowly, yet the stimulation was intense enough that sighs kept spilling from him.
“Ahhhnn… euk….”
Her sphincter had finally relaxed enough for his cock—once forced in with difficulty—to thrust freely, but Ariel still found the thick shunk-shunk sensation alien. Every time the shaft entered and stretched her anus wide she felt pain; every time it withdrew she felt the urge to defecate, and that revulsion rose. Yet thick pleasure lived inside it all. The fear that her anus might be ruined made her chest flutter. Being pounded wetly in her most secret, most shameful place felt like being conquered by Lowen.
—Pop!
He pulled free of her narrow anus.
“Saintess, this may sting a little.”
“Y-yes…?”
He slammed the head of his cock straight into her fluttering hole.
“Hiiiiiik…!”
He drove in until his lower belly pressed against her ass, then pulled out with another wet pop.
“Haang!”
And drove deep again. He repeated it over and over. Ariel’s rear hole couldn’t keep up. Unable to time her clenches, it fluttered obscenely open and closed.
—Thrust! Pop! Thrust! Pop!
The eerie sight of her asshole gaping and quivering sent a shiver down her spine.
“Haaaang… ang… i-it’s weird… it’s weird…!”
Every time that huge cock pistoned through her rear, Ariel felt something inside about to spill out. Simply put, she felt like she was going to soil herself. With every pump of his cock her anus convulsed.
“L-Lowen Bishop…! Hng…! Wait a second… please stop for a moment…!”
She reached back and clutched his wrist, begging.
“Aang…! Nnguuuk…!”
But Lowen’s hips only sped up. Wet slap-slap sounds rang as his thighs smacked her ass; he savored her rear pussy thoroughly.
“I-it’s coming out…! Ang…! S-something weird… hic… something weird is coming out…!”
She had washed thoroughly before entering the bedroom. A Saintess must always remain pure, so she had cleansed herself with holy water and poured divine power through her body to purify every impurity. Ariel’s rear hole was spotless—clean enough that an enema wasn’t even necessary.
“It’s only an illusion.”
What she felt was her back hole’s misunderstanding. Because its normal role was expulsion, every withdrawal of his cock made her feel as if she were leaking.
“Enjoy all of it. The strange sensations, the unpleasant ones—everything.”
At Lowen’s whisper Ariel nodded frantically, yes-yes.
“Yesh…! Haang… ang…! I-I’ll enjoy it… ahh, I’ll… enjoy everything…!”
Like a bitch in heat she shook her hips. Love juices gushed from her pussy and dribbled onto the sheets.
“S-so… haaaang… please… eat my springy… b-back hole… deliciously…!”
Drunk on the atmosphere, Ariel spat crude words without restraint. No one could hear. No one could see. No one could interrupt. So she set aside the name of Saintess for a while and became a single bitch in heat.
“Faster, faster—thrust deeper…!”
She squeezed the cock nestled in her anus and urged him on. He had told her to enjoy everything, but he never expected her to unravel this far. Even accounting for the side effects of divine power heating her body, this behavior was not solely the side effect’s fault.
“This lewd bitch……”
He cursed her inside his head.
“Ah…”
What was meant to stay inside slipped out while he watched her swaying hips.
“I’m sorry.”
Lowen apologized politely.
“Woof……”
Ariel glanced back at him. Between the curtains of her silver hair, tear-wet eyes shone with seductive light.
“I-is doing it like this good…?”
She made puppy whimpering sounds and squeezed his cock hard. Hearing vulgar words, speaking vulgar words—each one became firewood that made Ariel’s lust burn hotter.
“Just for today… Lowen Bishop’s… haah… everything, everything… haa… I’ll accept it all……”
She swayed her hips again, soft and inviting.
“This lewd b-bitch’s back hole… d-do whatever you want…!”
Ariel’s cringeworthy seduction burned away the last of Lowen’s reason. Already taking her from behind, when she stuck her ass out like that she truly looked like a bitch in heat. Lowen grabbed both her arms like handles and hauled her upper body upright. Her waist drew a graceful curve; her large breasts bounced heavily.
How many men in this world have ever slammed their hips against a Saintess’s ass and plundered her rear hole? Thinking that, Lowen abandoned himself to excitement and rolled his hips.
—Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
He plowed through the wet forest of flesh. Every time his cock slammed the deep inner membrane, Ariel’s waist jerked.
“Kyaaahnnn…. awooo… ang… ahung…!”
She made sounds like a puppy whining. Every time his hips smacked her ass, her tits danced violently—so hard he could see the bounce from behind.
“Haguuung…!”
Ariel straightened her bent back and trembled all over. A light climax hit her. Her already hypersensitive erogenous zones burned so hot that a few thrusts alone sent lightning down her spine.
He was a failure as a guardian. He was supposed to protect the Saintess, yet he was fucking her. No—this was strictly for Ariel’s sake. He was tasting her rear hole to ease the suffering caused by the side effects of her divine power.
……
Of course he had abandoned that excuse long ago.
“Kh…!”
Ariel’s asshole clenched even harder. Hard enough he almost feared his cock would be severed.
“Woof… Lowen Bishop…. haaaa… Lowen Bishop…… mhung…”
Every time her rear was packed full of his thick cock, Ariel called his name. Her hazy eyes stared into empty air; her tongue looked ready to loll out.
“Eep…!”
The cock inside her swelled larger. The sudden growth startled her, but she had read about this in books: when a man’s cock expands inside a woman, ejaculation is imminent. Ariel put every ounce of strength into her asshole and bit down on Lowen’s shaft.
“Haaaang…! L-Lowen Bishop… c-cum… inside my back…!”
The small, adorable Saintess was urging him to climax in a coquettish voice. Was this a dream? Even while questioning a situation so far removed from reality, Lowen yanked her arms harder and pistoned his cock.
—Slap! Schlick! Schlick! Schlorp! Schlorp! Schlick! Slap!
Heat gathered at the tip. Lowen buried himself to the root and came inside Ariel’s rear hole.
“Haaeuuung….!”
Ariel’s body arched like a startled puppy as she climaxed. Semen flooded into her rear in thick pulses. A bloated fullness in her lower belly. Heat so intense it felt like her membranes might burn. She dribbled pussy juices and shook her shoulders.
“Haeuuu…. ah… heuu….”
Every time more semen flowed deeper she orgasmed again. Her back hole fluttered and milked him. Thanks to that, Lowen was able to empty every last drop remaining in his urethra into Ariel.
—Schlick schlorp shluuuk pop!
He slowly drew his hips back and pulled free. Through Ariel’s widely opened rear hole he could see the white flowers of semen blooming inside. Lowen released her arms.
“Haah…”
Ariel collapsed, panting. Every time her chest heaved, her anus fluttered as if it were breathing. The gaping hole gradually narrowed, then closed prettily like a flower bud. Once sealed, the semen that had filled her spilled out in a thick cream-like trail.
Both Lowen and Ariel were lost in rapture—Lowen from having ejaculated inside the Saintess’s rear hole, Ariel from having sex for the first time.
Gape-gape
Ariel’s flushed back hole kept opening and closing like a goldfish’s mouth, spitting out more semen. Lowen checked the clock.
“Saintess.”
“Yesh……”
“We still have more than four hours left.”
He gently stroked Ariel’s rear hole, now thoroughly lubricated with semen.
“Th-then….”
With no strength left in her waist, Ariel laboriously lifted her hips again.
“Shall we do it once more……?”
Lowen prodded her with his cock, still standing rigid. The neatly closed rear hole bloomed wide open and smoothly accepted his entry.
“Haaaang….”
He began to plunder the coquettishly moaning Ariel once more. Lowen, who had been overflowing with semen, managed a third ejaculation inside her rear hole and was aiming for a fourth—until Ariel fainted and he had no choice but to stop.