Isekai Milf Chronicles: Saintess Edition (15) - Rhythmic Conquest
My conquest of the saintess was indeed picking up a rhythmic pace. And by "conquest," I don't mean anything wholesome like absorbing divine power—though that was happening whether I wanted it or not. No, this was purely selfish desire: my craving to indulge with Serena.
Well, the divine power absorption was underway regardless. The methods were just so outlandish I hesitated to talk about them.
Unfortunately, the progress was agonizingly slow. Or more accurately, stagnant.
Take this, for example: After I'd given her pussy a thorough licking, she'd "clean up" by slowly flicking her tongue with deep breaths, planting wet kisses on my clit until my sensitivity spiked again. If I deliberately pulled my mouth away to wrap things up, I'd catch her visibly flustered, hesitating. I was holding pleasure hostage at these branching points, trying to make her beg for more on her own terms—but disappointingly, she never took the bait.
Instead, she'd catch her breath to cool her heated body, her face a mix of lingering arousal and near-tears as she reached for her clothes. I'd smirk inwardly and whine for "just one more time," playing the spoiled pet. Only then would she relent with a feigned sigh—"W-well, I suppose I have no choice..."—and spread her legs again.
I even tried withholding affection for days to build desperation, but her submissive urges and my thirst for her fluids made it impossible. I'd nearly collapsed from holding back that one time.
That's the vibe. A sluggish pace, with the saintess never pushing beyond passive pampering. Not unexpected. Maybe because she was clueless about men, she seemed content with just the oral worship.
If I suddenly rubbed my cock over her clothes and acted like a bitch in heat, her personality wouldn't let her ignore it—but I didn't want to force it. With an intellectual, devout woman like Serena, the thrill of voluntary corruption was far sweeter.
For now, I just had to faithfully play the butter-up role. Even if it left my own body burning hot in the process...
The nunnery had over eighty sisters always eager to fawn over me for a fuck. Plenty of outlets for my lust there.
………………
Afternoon. Serena was in her office, reviewing pilgrimage schedules and other documents. But as she signed blank spots with her long quill, her focus waned. She gently set it down on the desk.
And a faint blush crept over her cheeks.
Ngh... Why am I like this lately...? This won't do...
Her body felt floaty, feverish.
Raoul...
No matter how she tried to ignore it, deep down she knew. All this was tied to Raoul.
Especially after divine power lessons, when he'd gaze up at her with those sparkling, expectant eyes... Her pussy would condition itself like Pavlov's dog, growing slick in conditioned response. Her body eagerly anticipating the lewd pleasure to come.
Even a saintess couldn't ignore the sight of reason itself happily slurping her pussy juices from below without stirring dangerous, forbidden thoughts.
Especially that first gentle kiss on her clit—it had shocked her to her core.
The problem was...
M-my pussy... Haaah...
The problem was how Raoul's tender service was steadily dismantling her defenses, infiltrating her mind.
Bluntly put, she didn't hate it at all.
Even when she squirted messily in shameful orgasms, this innocent boy just rejoiced at the extra "sweet nectar." It put her at ease, and eventually, she'd let herself spray freely, drenching his face at her whim.
At first, guilt gnawed at her... But seeing his blissful expression let her rationalize it. More than that, the dark pleasure swelling from her depths was addicting her.
And despite her being the pervert here, Raoul would sweetly kiss her clit, thanking her sincerely for the "delicious holy nectar."
When her massive ass quivered in climax, he'd always lick every remnant from her pussy lips for a thorough cleanup—ending with a kiss.
Lately, she didn't even protest his repeated clit kisses. As cleanup neared its end, she'd secretly anticipate that soft press of his lips on her protruding nub, shyly flushing as she closed her eyes...
Gulp...
Dangerous. So very dangerous.
She tried not to think it, but the thoughts persisted. And amid them, one undeniable emotion took shape in her mind.
The desire for submission. To make Raoul hers, bound to her.
If he didn't mind, she didn't mind having him between her thighs. Blasphemous as it was, she even found something lovable in him lapping at her pussy.
She'd ignored the absurd feeling at first, but now it was impossible to deny.
This adorable boy delivering dizzying new pleasures... He enjoyed it all... So maybe, just a bit more, for herself...
A whirlwind of lewd fantasies stormed her head. At their peak, she'd even toyed with kidnapping him to the capital to raise as her own.
*knock knock*
As Serena shook her burning face side to side to calm herself, a knock echoed at the office door.
"Come in."
"Pardon the intrusion, Saintess."
"Ah, Ivan."
Seeing Ivan—the man who'd shared her heart for years—somehow soothed her turmoil.
"You have quite the stack to handle. And... you seem fatigued lately."
"Fatigued...? Ngh, thank you for your concern. I've been off my game recently. But what's that?"
"Ah, this is..."
Regaining her composure, Serena glanced at Ivan to speak, then tilted her head at the item in his hand.
A few thin, rectangular packages wrapped in pretty paper. He looked a bit embarrassed handing them over, flashing an awkward smile.
"I had business in Langshu's commercial district during my schedule... They were selling Montbllet there. You looked tired lately, so I picked some up. Here..."
"Oh, Montbllet? Thank you."
Serena's eyes lit up as she accepted them. Montbllet was a sweet treat akin to modern chocolate, with diverse flavors in the Glissen Kingdom. Pricey for commoners, it was mostly a noble or upper-class snack. Few women disliked sweets.
"The commercial district...? Was that on your original itinerary? Hehe."
"Y-yes, it was."
Obviously a personal gift, but Serena just chuckled without pressing further. She made a mental note to return the favor later... then suddenly bowed her head slightly.
Gratitude and guilt tangled, making it hard to meet his eyes squarely. One man brought her sweets to cheer her up, while she made a boy blessed by the goddesses lick her pussy.
And her recent haggard look? Mostly from panting through mornings of depraved ecstasy.
She could've rationalized making him crawl between her legs directly—better efficacy than bottled elixirs, less strain on him. But truthfully...
S-stop thinking about it, Serena. It's unavoidable until the curse lifts. That's all...
In her situation, she had no choice. Shoving the guilt aside, she broached the topic she'd planned for Ivan days ago.
"This pilgrimage will run a bit long."
"Will you continue residing at Tierin Cathedral?"
"Yes. I've already sent word to the capital—no reply means I'll stay here awhile. Do you know why?"
"With no external contacts, my humble guess is it's related to that boy, Raoul. Is he showing interest in the church?"
"Uh, um, yes. Teaching him divine power sparked his curiosity. Oh, and..."
For a fleeting moment, Serena glanced at Ivan, then slowly averted her eyes.
"Most schedules are wrapping up, so I'd hoped for more daytime walks... but I may need to dedicate more time to him. Mending his damaged energies is quite taxing..."
"...I see. I understand. He must be struggling too. Don't worry about it, Saintess. Share the Montbllet with the boy. Um, and... isn't there still plenty of time?"
"Time...? Yes, there is. Hehe."
She instantly grasped his meaning. Seven years together as lovers—no need for impatience now.
No need to rush... And as Ivan says, time is plentiful... So much time...
After some light chit-chat, Ivan bowed and left the office.
"Haa..."
Sighing with guilt at the stack of Montbllet, Serena naturally hung her head. She stayed like that awhile, then glanced down at the empty space under her desk—big enough for a person.
"...Ngh!"
The sudden thought made her primly crossed legs squirm inward even tighter.
No matter how she sliced it, she wasn't normal either.
But it's just the two of us, so it's fine. Location doesn't matter...
Serena slowly turned to gaze at the sunlight filtering through the narrow window, her cheeks flushing anew like before Ivan entered.
"The sun's still high..."
She murmured softly.
……………
Lately, I'd been trying something new with the saintess during lessons: midway through, I'd throw a tantrum to fluster her.
It might seem rude, distinct from submissive urges—but it actually served to instill "manners."
Overdo the spoiling, and she'd inevitably chide me politely... I'd obey promptly, not pushing further. Repeating this let her realize she held my reins fully—like training a pet.
Her personality wouldn't go cruel or animalistic, but making her feel in control was key.
Among my trials, this hit big. Huge, even. Lust now subtly laced her everyday gazes at me.
Though... those eyes seemed more depraved and decadent than with other women. Imagination?
Well, starting from abnormal lust, it was no surprise.
Thus, Serena began enjoying this perversion in her own way.