Praise (5)
Like lovers sharing body heat before the act of love, Ariel clung tightly to Lowen.
Her skin, coated in slippery liquid, molded itself against him. Their bellies pressed together as if their navels were kissing. Ariel's breasts flattened and spread across Lowen's chest under her own weight.
Stuck to him like a cicada, Ariel began to rock her body slowly, scrubbing her skin against his as if she were wiping him down. Friction warmed the once-cool liquid. What had been transparent grew milky and cloudy, like chewed-up spit. The slick sensation thickened into sticky viscosity the more their flesh rubbed together.
"Haaang..."
Ariel let out a nasal, breathy moan. Every time she moved, her tightly swollen nipples were crushed and twisted against him like cigarette butts snuffed out in an ashtray. Each twist sent waves of ticklish pleasure surging through her chest like surf rolling onto a shore.
"Hoo... hoo... heave-ho, heave-ho..."
Ariel worked her body with earnest effort. Beads of sweat formed and mixed with the sticky liquid until the whole mess reached just the right pleasant stickiness.
What Ariel had planned was an oil massage—something she had learned from erotic books. The idea of coating her entire body in lotion and offering service to her master. It was a far cry from the original purpose of simple praise, but for Lowen, who had worked so hard to pass the guardian evaluation, she was more than willing.
"......Lo-Lowen Bishop, thank you."
She whispered her gratitude and hugged him even tighter.
"The meals you always make for me are delicious... and you clean the cathedral so thoroughly......"
Things she was grateful for. Things she wanted to praise him for being amazing at. She whispered them one by one.
"A-and... Lowen Bishop, throwing yourself into danger to protect me is really... c-c-cool."
If it meant seeing that cool side of Lowen Bishop, she almost wanted to put herself in danger on purpose. She wasn't dreaming of being a fairy-tale princess. She knew the thought was twisted, but she still wanted him always at her side, watching over her.
That was why she had asked—whether he would stay by her side even after they returned to the Grand Cathedral. But she never got an answer. He had brushed it aside with a kiss.
The kiss had not been a substitute for an answer. Ariel liked Lowen. As a woman likes a man. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when the feeling had been planted, when it had sprouted, or when it had ripened, but she was certain this feeling was special, precious, and directed only at him.
Of course, it could be a misunderstanding. It was the first time she had felt anything like this, so she might be misreading its true nature. Yet she simply could not believe it was a mistake.
Just looking at Lowen Bishop's face made her heart race. Just hearing his voice lifted her spirits. Being held in his arms made her emotions surge hot and overwhelming. Instinct itself defined it as love. Not something taught by anyone else—her own feelings had judged and understood it.
Because she loved Lowen Bishop, she could dress in this vulgar outfit. She could do these base things. Only for him, only for him alone, only for Lowen Bishop. She could, she wanted to give, she wanted to do.
But when she had asked him to go to the Grand Cathedral together, Lowen had given no reply at all. If she had read his emotions, she would have known what he was thinking. She had not used her power. She had been afraid. Afraid of reading Lowen's feelings.
What if Lowen Bishop had been thinking nothing at all? No—what if he had been thinking of refusing?
She had mustered the courage to ask, and now she was almost glad she hadn't heard an answer. A positive reply would have been wonderful. A negative one might have broken her heart. And Ariel had instinctively known: Lowen Bishop would surely refuse.
She had seen the precedent with her own two eyes. The Second Saintess, Celia. Honestly speaking, a more capable and promising Saintess than Ariel. Yet Lowen had cut her advances short. He had refused the request to become her official escort knight and remained at Ariel's side.
What kind of man refuses a Saintess's courtship? What kind of man turns down the position of a Saintess's escort knight? Lowen had refused it all.
Wait.
Ariel, still rubbing her body against him, suddenly froze. The fact that he had rejected the Second Saintess and stayed here meant......
Happy little circuits spun wildly in her head. The word maybe? bloomed like flowers all across the field of her thoughts. Then the happy circuits shut off just as quickly. She must have been the second choice. Being a Saintess's one-year guardian was less troublesome than becoming a Saintess's escort knight.
Ariel buried her face in Lowen's chest and nuzzled against him.
"Lowen Bishop is strong—"
She whispered words of praise while moving her body, spreading the slick lotion as if she had become a single slimy slug. Would fretting solve fretting? Right now she should enjoy the present. Right now she should protect the present. And if she did that, no one knew how the future might change.
Sensual slickness stroked over Lowen.
"Haaaah... hnn..."
Feeling pleasure climb her spine, Ariel rubbed herself against him. She used her small, delicate body to spread the lotion. The lewd stickiness of it bound the two of them together. Ariel's already soft flesh seemed ready to melt from the lotion alone.
"Auh... hngk... ang..."
She was only rubbing her soft flesh against him, yet pleasure rippled through her. It was ordinary lotion. No aphrodisiac ingredients, yet her entire body felt as sensitive as if every inch had become an erogenous zone.
"Haa... Lo-Lowen Bishop... how is it? Does it... feel good?"
Her adorable voice was thick and wet.
"Yes... it feels good."
A cute beauty was using her whole body to serve him—how could it not feel good? His cock strained inside his underwear as if ready to burst.
"Hehe, I'm glad."
Ariel smiled happily. Then she hooked her arms around Lowen's neck and pulled herself higher.
"I'll stroke your tongue too. Chuuup..."
She kissed him again, mixing their tongues more aggressively than before. Every time their tongues tangled, wet, vulgar sounds stimulated their ears.
"Haum... hak... churulup... chuk-chuk..."
Lowen's saliva tasted sweetly of grapes. A faint hint of alcohol heated Ariel's excitement even further. After her indirect drink, she pulled her lips away and smiled bashfully.
"Lowen Bishop's tongue is sweet."
Half-lidded eyes. Mouth corners soft and melting. That lewd smile still carried the natural benevolence of a Saintess.
"Haljak..."
She licked even the spit at the corner of his mouth clean, then turned her body and crawled down toward Lowen's lower half.
"Wow......"
She could see his cock throbbing inside his underwear. She wanted to strip it bare and suck it right then, but she held back. Ariel was the type who saved the best for last, like eating the strawberry on a cream cake only at the very end.
—Gulp.
She swallowed her drool. Ariel sniffed once, then crawled even lower.
"H-here too...."
Like a koala clinging to a tree, she wrapped herself around Lowen's right leg. She cradled his calf between her large breasts and crossed her thighs over his. Rubbing her body against his right leg, she brought her face to his foot.
"I-I'll praise these feet that run around so busily too."
She rubbed her belly against his leg and nuzzled her cheek against his foot like a puppy begging for affection.
"Chook, chuk... chuk...."
Then she took Lowen's big toe into her mouth.
"Saintess?"
Lowen called her name in a startled voice; he had never imagined she would suck his toes.
"Choop... chomp..."
Whether she heard him or not, Ariel sucked on the toe as if it tasted delicious. She was tasting a toe as if it were nothing, yet it was not something one could do lightly. Either the person was truly devoted, or truly perverted—one of the two. Ariel was the latter. With the twisted knowledge from erotic books filling her head, it was entirely possible. Even preparing an oil massage was not something that came from an ordinary mind.
This lewd Saintess... He ought to teach her that this sort of thing was wrong. Yet Lowen stayed still. His mind said he should set Ariel straight, but his body insisted he should thoroughly enjoy this forbidden pleasure.
A Saintess was clinging to his leg and sucking his toes. Even if an ordinary woman did it, the situation would be decadent—when a Saintess did it, the mental pleasure was on another level. Decadence mixed with a rising sense of conquest. Watching Ariel carefully suck his toes made him feel as if he had already made her submit as a slave. The sense of achievement that rose from it was incomparable to most things.
"Lowen Bishop, now......"
Having devoted herself to both feet, Ariel slid her breasts along him and pressed her face toward the place where his cock was throbbing hard.
"I am the one receiving today."
If Ariel wanted to do it, she could.
"Then, excuse me."
She politely announced herself and pulled down Lowen's underwear.
"Kyah!"
The cock inside sprang free and smacked her under the chin.
"Are you all right?"
At her cry, Lowen asked after her.
"I-I was just a little surprised..."
It wasn't the first time she had seen it, yet it astonished her every time. The length, the girth—it truly was a magnificent cock. Ariel rubbed her chin where the heavy impact still lingered and stared at it quietly.
Ahh, something like this went into my ass hole......
She could hardly believe it. A cock thick enough to pass for a little girl's forearm had thrust in and out of her rear entrance—even having experienced it herself, it was hard to accept.
"Lowen Bishop... c-can I suck this?"
She swallowed hard and gazed up at the cock in reverence.
"Today I am the one receiving, so please do whatever the Saintess wishes."
"Ah... right."
Ariel nodded as if remembering. Overwhelmed by the cock's sheer bulk, she had asked without thinking. She rested Lowen's cock on the bridge of her nose.
"Sniff sniff... hooaaa...."
The lewd scent filled her nasal cavity. Her head grew light. Her mind went hazy, as if she were anemic.
"Haum...!"
She took the head into her mouth in one go. A salty taste melted across her tongue. Ariel suckled the plump glans with wet little pops.
"Ugh...!"
Her suction pulled the precum from deep inside his urethra. Lowen, who had been lying still and staring at the ceiling, lifted his head at the strong stimulation.
Ohhh, O God.
A sight that made him involuntarily call upon the divine unfolded before him. Ariel's plump buttocks. The micro bikini covering them was nothing more than a T-string over peach-colored flesh. No—even covered, it was the same as being bare.
He had wondered how the swaying cow tail was attached; the mystery was solved at once. Ariel had plugged her rear hole with a cow-tail plug.
"Saintess, may I as well?"
Lowen took hold of Ariel's ass.
"Neheh?"
Still suckling the glans, Ariel turned her head to look at him. Lowen pulled the string that had been holding the bikini firmly in place. The knot slid free. The scrap of cloth covering her crotch slipped away, revealing a pussy already soaked and sticky with love juices.
"Haut...!"
He pulled her hips toward his face and began to suck on the plump, fleshy folds. With his rough tongue he parted the outer lips and tasted the inner ones. First he savored the faintly fishy scent, then the sweet pussy juice seeping from the pink flesh within.
"Haang... aueuu... haa....."
Ariel gripped Lowen's cock and trembled, her hips quivering.
"Aum...!"
Receiving the attention to her pussy, she took the cock into her mouth again. This time she swallowed past the head and down the shaft. She took as much as she could, yet it was not even half.
"Keuheuk...! Kook...! Kehek!"
Gagging, she forced the cock deeper into her throat. Once boldness had ignited, it overcame fear. Even when her throat felt as if it would tear, Ariel endured. Her neck bulged according to the cock's position.
"Keuhk.... kek....."
She had swallowed it to a dangerous depth. Her airway was completely blocked and she could not breathe, yet she succeeded in taking Lowen's cock all the way to the base.
—Juruuuruk
After reaching the end, Ariel lifted her head. She felt the eerie sensation of the cock sliding free of her throat. Drool spilled down and dripped onto the glans.
"Cough...! Kkeuuu... haa... haaaa..."
At this point it seemed Lowen ought to be the one praising her—praising how admirable it was that she had swallowed the entire cock.
"Uup...!"
Ariel repeated it. Using her whole throat, she swallowed Lowen's cock. As she grew used to it, she could take it halfway with relative ease. She began to bob her head in earnest, stroking the shaft.
"Chobop...! Choooop...!"
She recklessly took the cock into her throat. She did not know how to stimulate it most effectively, so she simply followed what she had learned from erotic books. Using the throat to suck a cock was something the master was said to enjoy.
Lowen and Ariel sucked each other's most private places. It was as intense as if the earlier cat incident had been mere play. The pleasure was different too. Their minds felt as if they were floating up above the clouds.
Who would ever know? That in a small bedroom of Windfield Grand Cathedral, a Saintess was choking and gulping on a cock with her throat.
The cock pulsed. The pussy clenched tight. Both of them instinctively knew they had reached the peak.
—Byuruk byuruk!
He shot his semen into Ariel's throat.
—Pushak!
She sprayed a stream across Lowen's face.
"Gulp... kuhk... gulp....."
Ariel swallowed every drop of semen flowing into her throat. The sticky fluid spun spiderwebs inside. It did not go down easily, but after several attempts she managed to swallow it all.
"Puha..... keheuk... haeuu.... haa....."
Ariel collapsed onto Lowen, panting. Pleasure spun round and round inside her head. Her body felt languid. She had never been drunk on alcohol, and even less on drugs, yet she imagined this was what being intoxicated felt like.
But she could not end it here. Now it was time for the main dish. Ariel staggered down onto the carpet and, like a cat stretching, raised her hips high and flattened herself against the floor.
"Lo-Lowen... Lowen Bishop......"
She swayed the raised buttocks left and right. The cow tail danced. Watching that sensual display, the cock that had already come once throbbed hard again.
"This... p-pull it out for me..."
The only thing that could be pulled out was the cow tail clenched in her rear hole.
"This, you mean?"
Lowen took hold of the cow tail and gave it a few light tugs. The anal wrinkles twitched.
"Y-yes..."
He pulled the tail slowly.
—Pong!
As it came free, her anus spat out one bead.
"Haang... hauuu....."
He could see the force tighten in Ariel's hips. One after another the beads popped free. What Ariel had been wearing in her anus was an anal plug of five connected beads.
Gape, gape.
There was no need to finger her open; Ariel's anus was already well loosened. Perfect preparation.
"Huh?"
From Ariel's rear hole, gaping like a goldfish's mouth, clear liquid trickled out. She had filled her anus full of lotion so it would be ready for immediate insertion. The cow tail had not only softened her entrance—it had also served as a stopper to keep the lotion from overflowing.
Imagining Ariel preparing all of this alone made it even more lewd.
"N-now.... h-h-here... I'll stroke you..."
Ariel spread her buttocks with both hands. Who could ever imagine it? That in a sacred cathedral a Saintess would raise her hips high and gape her rear hole open.