Praise (7)
He opened his eyes to a peculiar sensation stirring in his lower abdomen.
Lowen tilted his head and looked down.
The blanket bulged upward.
It wasn't a physiological tent—someone was under the covers.
Whoever was under the blanket was moving slowly.
Lowen lifted the edge and looked inside.
Their eyes met.
Violet irises, as if softly dyed with the color of violets.
"Slurp… suck…."
Ariel was under the blanket.
She had his cock nestled between her breasts, wetly sucking on the head.
This lewd Saintess, first thing in the morning?
Last night, Ariel had taken four consecutive loads while climaxing more than ten times. By the end, her lovely face had gone completely blank, like someone high on drugs. She'd let her tongue hang out, drooling freely, frantically shaking her hips. She'd screamed in a melting voice, but the words had been impossible to make out.
When he'd finally pulled free with a wet pop, Ariel had collapsed forward, twitching, then wet herself slightly and passed out cold.
And after all that, here she was first thing in the morning with Lowen's sticky cock in her mouth.
"Pwah… Bishop Lowen, good morning."
Pulling her lips from the head, Ariel looked up at him.
A benevolent smile. That vulgar, undone expression from the night before had cleanly vanished.
"Saintess, what are you doing?"
Lowen looked down at Ariel, who was still licking the head.
"I was cleaning Bishop Lowen's… thing thoroughly."
In Ariel's knowledge, this was simply the natural thing to do after intercourse. To clean the dirty cock that had generously spent itself for her, saying thank you for your hard work with her mouth. The Saintess in the erotic books always did this for her Master.
Bishop Lowen wasn't her Master, but…
Still, Lowen's cock had worked hard, so Ariel cleaned it with care.
"J-just wait a little. I'll be done soon."
Ariel's voice trembled slightly. When Lowen had been asleep, she could suck his cock boldly—but meeting his eyes woke the sleeping shame.
"Haup… slurp… suck suck…"
A Saintess's devoted fellatio first thing in the morning. What a luxurious way to wake up. Ariel, prettily sucking his cock. Unhesitatingly putting in her mouth the very thing that had been inside her anus. Physical pleasure and mental pleasure blooming together, making the morning feel wonderfully fresh.
The cleaning took five minutes. The globs of semen that had been clinging had long since been wiped clean, but she kept him in her mouth, reluctant to finish so soon.
"Ehehe, it's all shiny."
Ariel smiled proudly at the cock glistening with her saliva.
Finished, she crawled out from under the blanket on all fours. Morning sunlight reflected off her skin. He admired her pretty body—a feminine form that stirred carnal desire. Her bouncing breasts still bore red marks from being tightly gripped. There were teeth marks around her areolas, too.
His gaze followed the curve of her chest downward. Along her smooth abdomen, past the stigma on her lower belly, to her crotch. Semen leaking from her anus was sticky on her inner thighs.
"Saintess."
"Yes?"
"Come here for a moment."
Ariel, who had been removing her stockings, approached Lowen.
"Why?"
She stood before him, tilting her head.
"If you put on underwear like this, they'll get wet—so I'll wipe you clean."
Lowen took a handkerchief from the crumpled clerical robes and began wiping Ariel's bottom, the way a mother might wipe a young child after they'd finished their business.
"Hah… w-wait, Bishop Lowen…."
Ariel pressed her thighs together. Her asshole was extremely sensitive. Just the brush of cloth made the fine hairs on her skin stand on end and her body shudder.
"It's hard to wipe. Spread your legs."
Lowen urged her on, enjoying her reaction. Hesitating, Ariel stood with her legs spread.
—Swish, swish.
Lowen's hand, holding the handkerchief, wiped her bottom. Every time the cloth rubbed against her anal wrinkles, her waist jerked and her lower belly quivered.
"Haang….. haaah…."
Ariel covered her mouth with both hands. Last night they'd prepared soundproofing in advance so she could freely express her pleasure—but now the divine magic blocking sound had been released, and it was morning, with people walking the corridors. Even now, she could hear priests chatting as they passed beyond the door.
"Heup…. eub…."
Her toes twitched. Standing on tiptoe with her legs spread, Ariel twitched her hips back and forth. An eerie pleasure like hundreds of insects crawling raced up her spine. Light climaxes seemed to tap at the womb beneath her stigma.
"Haeuueub….!"
Ariel flailed her waist as strength left her legs. She buried her face in Lowen's shoulder and leaned her body against his arm.
—Blub, blub-blub.
Her anus also lost its strength and expelled the semen it had been tightly holding. It was only a portion, though. She could still feel Lowen's semen sloshing in her belly—it felt like a whole cup of it had been poured in. Every time she moved, she felt it swaying around her lower abdomen. And that, too, felt proud and good.
Lowen patted the panting Ariel and checked the clock.
"It's about time for morning worship."
The other clergy would naturally expect Ariel to attend. Looking at her current state she seemed exhausted, but not going would seem strange.
"Saintess, do you have your clerical robes?"
"Yes, over there."
On the table by the window, Ariel's pure white clerical robes were neatly folded.
"But… I-I-I don't have underwear…."
Coming to Lowen's room, she'd worn a cow bikini under her clerical robes. So she had the robes, but no underwear.
"I'll go to the Saintess's bedroom and fetch some. In the meantime, please wash up here."
He pointed to the bathroom on one side of the room.
"Th-then… please."
She could attend worship without underwear. If she wasn't careful, people might notice through the front fabric of the robes that she wasn't wearing any—but that was a matter of Ariel being careful. If the semen filling her belly leaked out during worship, though, that would be a real disaster. If after the service she stood up and a gray stain had spread across the rear of her robes, everyone would greatly misunderstand.
"I'll be right back."
Lowen roughly threw on his clerical robes and left the room.
Ariel ran to the bathroom. She turned on the water and sat on the toilet.
"Uuuh…. hng…"
To expel as much of the thick semen in her belly as possible—even if not all of it—she pushed with her stomach. Semen came pouring out of Ariel's clean rear end in long streams. There was no end to how much was inside. She felt embarrassed, yet also thought it was a waste of semen. The semen that had spun webs deep in her rear couldn't be expelled.
Ariel roughly washed her body with water and left the bathroom.
Underwear was prepared next to the clerical robes. On top of it was a note. Ariel looked at the note and chuckled. It said Cardinal Cleo was looking for the Saintess, so Lowen had gone to stall her. The handwriting showed Lowen's urgency. Looking at it somehow made her laugh.
Ariel put on the jade-colored underwear Lowen had brought and donned her clerical robes. Her hair, loose down past her hips, would normally have been prettily braided into one by Lowen—but since he wasn't here now, she just gathered the ends into one and tied them with a ribbon. Finally she put on her veil and finished preparing to leave.
Ariel left the room in a refreshing mood.
"Hmm hmm~ hmm~"
A hum came out on its own. She walked the corridor toward the chapel, almost bouncing. Watching Ariel head cheerfully to the chapel, the clergy smiled.
"The Saintess seems to be in a good mood."
"Is going to morning worship that enjoyable?"
Ariel's evaluation as a Saintess rose steadily as she walked with a happy smile.
Who among them could possibly imagine? That in the belly of the Saintess with a face as bright as the summer sun, semen was sloshing. That last night she'd worn a cow costume and had sex through her asshole until she passed out. That just moments ago she'd been under the blanket sucking a massive cock.
No one would know.
Except the two of them—the parties who had mixed their flesh.
"Hmm hmm~ hmm~"
Truly a radiant morning. Truly a rapturous morning.
A few days later, Ariel stood before the carriage that would return her to Baram-sae Forest.
"Saintess, even when the weather warms up, you must always cover yourself with the blanket up to your belly when you sleep. And cavities can form, so after eating sweets you must brush your teeth. Even if divine magic can treat them, you still must. And……"
Cleo, who had to return to Evdomos Great Cathedral, rattled off various worried remarks.
"Cardinal Cleo."
Ariel looked up at her.
"I well understand Cardinal Cleo's concerns. Still, please don't worry too much. I'm an adult too——"
Ariel pointed with her eyes to one side. At the end of her gaze was Bishop Lowen, saying his farewells before returning to Archbishop Widstorm.
"——and Bishop Lowen is here, after all."
Cleo looked at Lowen. She nodded with a smile curling her lips.
"That's true. With our junior there, there's nothing to worry about."
Cleo was shining with the color of trust. She sincerely recognized and trusted Lowen as the Saintess's guardian. Looking at that, Ariel felt sorry for deceiving her.
Ariel wore a benevolent smile. She said nothing else. She hid the truth with a smile. Because if the truth were known, their current life would crumble. Ariel wanted to be with Bishop Lowen even if it meant deceiving Cardinal Cleo.
"I don't know when it will be, but I'll come again, Saintess."
Taking Cleo's two hands, Ariel closed her eyes.
"Until the day we meet again, may the Light's protection be with you."
After the farewell, Ariel boarded the carriage. Lowen followed, bidding farewell to Cleo, and boarded as well. Ariel waved out the window. The carriage departed. In an instant it receded into the distance and vanished.
Lowen and Ariel returned to Baram-sae Forest.
These are doodles for this episode: Ariel's Cow Costume!