Isekai Milf Story - Saintess Edition (11): The Unquenchable Thirst
Serena had once again produced holy water for Raoul that night, changed into thin pajamas, and finished preparing for bed. She collapsed limply onto the soft pillow, pressing her forehead hard as if trying to erase the memory of what she'd just done—but she couldn't ignore it. Tomorrow, Raoul would no doubt sip that lewd holy water with relish, smiling gratefully at her.
Every time, she tried to act nonchalant... but staying sane while doing it was incredibly tough.
'W-well, anyway, my health really does seem to be improving. If only we could lift that demon god's curse soon... Until then, do I really have to keep giving him the fluids from my... my secret place... It's embarrassing enough, but this act is just...'
And lately, she'd grown somewhat immune to smaller amounts, so Raoul's demands for volume and concentration had spiked. The holy water had become thicker and stickier, and he'd slurp it up with delight, drawing out those long, viscous strands...
It felt like something no human should do, leaving Serena without a single day of peace.
As she wrestled with immense guilt and inner turmoil, she suddenly recalled Maribi's words.
'But... even Goddess Luis, who dotes on that boy... she'd actually lo-like it...?'
Serena cracked open one eye pressed into the pillow, replaying fragments of that conversation with Maribi.
Serena ended the recollection there.
Rationally, she tried to accept it. Her goddess was sexually open, and this wasn't wrong... But lately, dark, humid emotions bubbled up, sharpening her vigilance.
That murky feeling? A weird thrill every time she fed him her sticky juices. A tingle deep in her chest seeing lust flicker in Raoul's eyes.
'M-my fluids... him savoring them like that... Why? Ugh...! Serena, what are you thinking?! Stop...!! Ivan's right there...'
She bit her lip to snap out of the gloomy thoughts, questioning if they were even hers.
Forcing thoughts of Ivan, who'd admired her forever, to clear her mind... But wasn't obsessing over a mere boy unnaturally sidelining him?
That only amplified her unease.
Finally, Serena stopped thinking altogether.
"............"
'It's not a bad thing. Absolutely.'
"...You're right, Goddess. It's not bad at all... It's helping someone. The form's just a little unusual... And no one will know if we don't tell. Right, Serena...?"
She was just faithfully serving the goddesses' will.
Serena nodded faintly, calming herself. A tiny seed like Raoul's hid in her emotions, stirring vague unease she couldn't pinpoint. Nor did she realize she'd eventually embrace this lewd gift.
Just two days. Merely two days without seeing the saintess.
My chest ached strangely; body and mind grew listless, wasting away.
Blame her pilgrimage rounds. Even the extra holy water she'd left vanished fast, leaving me parched all day.
That evening, I staggered through the nunnery and collapsed. Panicked nuns force-fed me nourishing foods and chanted divine spells.
Bereani and Olivia sweated by my bedside, but I stayed wrecked—stagnant.
A few swings at a straw dummy that morning... This was too much.
"Haaa... Hoo...!"
"P-please hold on. We've contacted the cathedral priests. They'll check you soon."
"Mother Superior! High Priest Ivan is here! We've brought him, but..."
"What? The high priest himself?"
"Pardon the intrusion. Hmm, this is..."
Olivia, tending me, turned to see a blond priest looming.
Men in the nunnery weren't taboo, but Ivan's presence suggested a heads-up from the knowing saintess.
Confirming, he examined my limp form, then nodded to himself.
"Doesn't seem critical. The saintess should fix it right up... I'll take you to her. Mother Superior, alright?"
"I see... Please do."
Thus, I was piggybacked to the cathedral by Ivan.
In the lamp-lit night depths, her bedroom awaited. He knocked; Serena—hastily in saintess robes—opened, spotting me and paling at my frailty.
"Y-you're here already. Thank you, Ivan. I'll handle Raoul directly now... You can go. Don't worry too much."
"You sure? I'll wait outside, just in case."
"N-no, really, I can manage. Yes. I'll update you at your room after. Might take time... Understood?"
"Hmm, yeah—better not disturb your focus. Excuse me."
-Click.
Serena shooed Ivan out hurriedly, then eyed me slumped in the guest chair with a troubled look. My flushed face confirmed her suspicions.
I spoke first—thirst and inner urges surging.
"Saintess... I'm so thirsty. My heart's pounding... Could you please bestow some grace, just a bit of the remaining holy water? Pleeease?"
"Y-you came too soon; no extras ready... Back outside? No, he'd suspect... Ugh..."
She muttered, conflicted, fiddling with her ear-tucked hair.
Sensing my energy drain in real-time, she stammered into emergency action.
"F-faithful one, could you wait in the bathroom over there...?"
She pointed to the spacious corner bath.
"Y-yes...? I-I'll be quiet, no bothering."
"I-it's just... I concentrate better alone for holy water. Won't take long... Please?"
"Mm... Okay..."
I obeyed, entering the roomy solo bath—oval marble tub, religious knick-knacks amid bright lights. Ordinary enough.
"............"
Minutes in. She muffled sounds, but the orb-scry told all. Imagining her pose mere door away fueled my lust.
No masochistic restraint with this setup. The goddesses wanted this; no need denying the urge.
I craved her soft caress. Crawling between thighs to quench thirst. Her joyful pleasure-face amid bliss.
A fierce desire to submit to the saintess.
-Creeeak...
Dazed and hazy, I slowly turned the knob.