Devoted Service to the Saintess
After servicing Serena, I could kind of understand how Maribi had seduced Luis. The sex I'd enjoyed up until now had been lewd, sure, but it was heavily flavored by certain goddesses' tastes. And with so many women involved... even if each scene looked fine in isolation, matching all their preferences was impossible. In that sense, the butterdog play was a stroke of genius... Well, it probably suited them better to focus on a lewd guy rather than lewd girls. These were goddesses who reveled in slutty lesbian sex, yet they'd genuinely sulked when they didn't draw the short straw for pseudo-sex with me. Like with fellatio, cunnilingus always ranks top-tier in women-focused porn. In reality, the higher a guy's pride, the more thrilling it is... though a submissive one has its own appeal. What matters is a guy crawling between your legs. Especially one like me, lapping at her pussy... that was a rare sight. Truly rare. And with my face overflowing with blissful service... She was probably filming POV videos of my cunnilingus from above, using them for her own immersion. Even I thought it'd be lethally daughter-trapping... If those videos ever leaked and spread everywhere, it'd be so embarrassing I'd want to die just imagining it. No good. When I eventually return triumphant to the gods' space, I have to confiscate every last one.
And Saintess Serena. Videos of her lewd visuals alone would hit 200% satisfaction, but what about the woman experiencing it firsthand? Even as a saintess, could she resist this forbidden depravity? 'Especially now that she's tasted such filthy pleasure...'
That morning, as I prepared to head to the Great Cathedral, those thoughts crossed my mind.
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I remembered Serena asking me to keep last night's perversion a secret on the way back to the dorm. Of course, I had no intention of blabbing, "The Saintess always squeezes her pussy juice to make holy water for me," and tarnishing her reputation, so I nodded agreeably.
When I visited her office that morning, Serena greeted me with an incredibly awkward expression—quite funny, since it was so unlike her usual poise. Even if she tried to proceed with divine power training as usual, yesterday's events loomed inescapably. Amid her flustered distraction, my innocent, nonchalant act let the lesson proceed somehow.
To sum up my progress: I could cast a basic Healing spell for minor wounds. I could also erect a simple barrier, but at beginner level, it only offered slight magic resistance or blocked minor monster damage. I'd tested it in sparring with MacKellin or Karami, and it was useless in close combat so far.
Whatever. That aside...
"Gulp..."
As training ended, it was time for Serena to hand over her holy water, just like always. With my eyes sparkling expectantly, she swallowed hard and pulled out the vial. Now that I knew its true nature—this transparent "holy water"—she seemed to think it beat yesterday's vulgar act, steeling her resolve and raising her guard. Saintess resilience, huh? Other women would've already gone full slut-mode.
But no matter how sticky the contents, the script was set. Drinking this half-assed mix wouldn't quench my thirst anyway. With some artful pleading, I begged pitifully, and Serena panicked hard.
"Ugh, c-could you give me... more? Please?"
"Wh-what?! W-well, today especially... N-no, I mean... C-can't you hold out?"
Seeing my flushed face, she sensed my "condition" worsening. I gently clutched her skirt hem, going full low-posture.
"P-please... I promise to keep it secret... I really want more. Let me do it like yesterday. Please? Pretty please...?"
"Yesterday... Haaah..."
Hearing me say it outright made yesterday feel real; her face flushed crimson. She hemmed and hawed, but with me pleading and gazing up, her guard crumbled. Serena was smart and graceful, but her kind nature made her weak to persistence. Better to push shamelessly here. A pause might make her seek alternatives.
"S-stop...! S-someone might hear!"
She barely restrained my clinging and sighed deeply.
"Huuu... Fine. Promise to be quiet."
"R-really? Yes!"
"Ugh, what to do..."
Unlike yesterday's bedroom, this was her public office. She pondered, then focused, casting a spell over the room. Even my sharp ears caught far less outside noise—probably a soundproofing barrier. Handy trick.
She glanced around uncertainly, unsure where to start. Seizing the moment, I scurried to the ideal spot for service.
"Saintess, please sit comfortably here."
"Y-yes? Ah... R-right. There... Yes..."
Face burning, I knelt before the reception sofa, patting the seat invitingly. Her hesitant reply suggested no bold position changes. Sitting while getting her pussy eaten—with a cushion behind her back, it'd be comfy enough.
Serena approached, then flinched toward the windows. Small and high, peeking was unlikely, but the openings bothered her. She drew all the curtains, dimming the room slightly. The midday twilight only heightened the erotic mood.
"...Mm."
She pondered, then slipped a hand under her long skirt, sliding off only her panties. With a reluctant expression, she sat before me and lifted her saintess robe slightly.
"P-please... start..."
"Yesss... Gulp."
Too shy to strip fully, she held her skirt up for access. Shadows hid details, but those plump labia majora were unmistakable. I slowly buried my face under her skirt, dragging my tongue long and slow along her firm pussy lips.
"Slurrrp~"
"Haaah...!"
I lapped her mound, smearing saliva to steadily build her arousal. Darkness aside, the shape was clear enough for full stimulation.
"Mm... Slurp. Schluuurp... Slurrrp. Sliiiick. Mmmph..."
"Nng... Ahh... Haa!"
I lavished her quivering labia, then slid my tongue toward her slit, gently teasing the pink shell. Her intoxicating lewd scent was addictive; not soaked yet, but her shallow pants signaled sweet nectar soon. I consciously avoided her clit, helping her immerse rhythmically.
In the darkness, as I slurped away, Serena halted me with a panicked voice.
"Hik! W-wait. The pose is... Hng... Um, j-just... I'll take off my clothes, so pull your face out for a sec..."
I obeyed, withdrawing from her pussy. Emerging, I saw her lips trembling. "The pose," huh. Yeah... She'd been holding her skirt up, my face buried inside like a pet or beast. That perverse image, plus her saintess robe—symbol of piety—stirred dangerous feelings.
Enduring shame, she stripped like yesterday, down to a bra cradling her bursting breasts and garter stockings. Her pussy lips glistened shyly with saliva.
As she sat, service resumed. Think turning your head fixes the embarrassment? Let's see. Sane today, unlike yesterday, I focused on maximizing her pleasure.
"Schluuuurp. Schluuuurp... Mmm... Smooch. Saintess, does it feel good?"
"Nngh. Haaa... M-my feelings?"
"Yes... Schluuuurp. Mmmph..."
Chatting dulled the awkwardness and shame, leading to adaptation—and easier pleasure for her. I licked her pussy tenderly, gazing up expectantly, urging her response.
"Hnnng..."
My devoted caresses—loving her folds and lips—conveyed sincerity. Even sex-novice Serena grasped the vibe: pure service for her joy, delighting in her pleasure. (Medical pretext aside.)
Realizing this, she gaped wordlessly, then whispered tremulously.
"Y-yes... It feels... good."
"Schluuuurp. Puhah...! Really? Then... praise me."
"Praise?"
"Yes... P-pet my head, please."
Recalling what I'd craved, I acted spoiled. She startled but complied easily, her pleasure-twitching hand stroking my hair slowly.
Electric bliss surged.
"Aaaah...! Hee! Hyaaah...!! Hau, haaa..."
"Whoa. G-gulp..."
Her soft touch melted me; I reacted like a horny pet, face dissolving in ecstasy. Drool slipped out—too good. Weird noises... Must be my submission kink. Feels amazing.
"Hnnng... I'll make you feel even better... Keep petting, please..."
I resumed lapping gently, serving devotedly. She squeaked cutely, hesitating before timidly stroking my sucking head.
"Haa... Haaaah..."
Her hips trembled visibly, breaths ragged. No surprise. Dim room, gazing down: a boy blissfully slurping her pussy, purring "grrr~" under her petting hand. To sex-immune Serena, this was insanely depraved.
Warmth and comfort from above.
"...♥"
I nibbled her pretty pussy, gazing up with love-filled eyes. Holding eye contact for five thick seconds...
"Hak. Haaah...! H-haaaang...!!"
Sweet honey gushed from her pussy with lewd "schlurt-schlurt♥" sounds.
"Hauuup. Smooch... Gulp. Smooch smooch... Mmmph... Gulp. Smooch smooch."
Like a broken faucet, her endless pussy juice flowed; I slurped it all greedily, savoring every drop.