Isekai Milf Chronicles - Saintess Arc (17): A Foolish Blunder
Teasing Serena had never gotten old for me. Sure, it was a bit one-note if you wanted to call it "conquering" her, but there was something delicious about watching her grow lewder by the day.
I wasn't chained to the saintess twenty-four-seven either, so I'd been squeezing in sparring sessions with MacKellin, the paladins, and the nuns whenever I could, finding my own fun in that. Life was a perfect blend of instinct and reason every damn day.
Until I made the dumbest mistake imaginable.
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"Nngh... Ahhn...♥ R-right there, deeper inside... Eek!"
"Mmmph. Y-yes... Slurp. Schlurp, schluuuurp... Gulp. Nnngh..."
That day, like always, I was dutifully servicing her in her office. Lately, she'd gotten hooked on doing it standing up, so here I was on my knees between her thighs, garters and all. Serena gently stroked my head as I worked, cooing, "Nngh, you're doing so well..." in that endless stream of praise.
Her voice was husky and sweet, pure seduction. And now, she was even bucking her hips subtly during the act—her growing boldness was a sight to behold.
"H-haa, haaah...♥"
Schlick, schlick. I'd stretch my tongue out long, lapping softly at her outer lips, and she'd grind her pussy flesh right onto it, sliding back and forth like it was a clit-dick, savoring the texture. She was using my tongue like a goddamn sex toy—nothing less than a wanton whore in that moment.
As she kept rubbing herself against me, soaking my tongue in her juices until it was drenched, I'd suck it all up and swallow. Kneeling demurely with that same ecstatic expression as always, savoring the taste... and there she was, gazing down at me with a dangerously aroused face.
It wasn't just lust glazing her eyes anymore. Serena stared half-lidded, radiating sultry, lascivious allure.
"H-hee, haahn... Um, d-does it taste... g-good? L-like that...?"
She asked it with her fist cutely pressed to her lips. What the...? Even in this heated mood, come on. Asking if her pussy juice tasted good like some shy chef waiting for feedback on her homemade dish? The saintess was clearly out of her mind.
It was a glimpse into how this soft, gooey vibe was emboldening her. But...
Her eyes had this spark—like she wasn't just asking, but hoping to keep talking about it with me. Huh.
Ah. Instinct kicked in: this was a turning point, a chance for her to peel back another layer.
There had to be a reason she was pushing past the embarrassment, asking like a total perv if her nectar was yummy. She probably figured I'd say, "Yes, it's delicious," like a yes-man, so what was her angle?
"Nngh..."
She waited, expectant for my words. Think, think. Asking if it's tasty meant she could offer more if I wanted—and that could stretch this from once to three, four times... or even book me solid through the afternoon.
The longer the sessions, the more this simple service could evolve. And it wasn't wishful thinking; lately, she'd been lingering after, looking unsatisfied, even asking me to go slow for over thirty minutes once.
Was she testing the waters, confirming if I wanted more time with her? Fuck, that'd be hot. No way I'd shoot down progress like this. I'd shower her in praise, beg to keep going longer, and seal the deal.
I looked up at Serena, parting my slick lips.
"Schlop. Puhah... Y-yes, it's so delici—Hgulk?!"
My mouth was still sticky, and I hadn't swallowed properly before blurting out an answer. My throat hitched hard.
I stifled the cough to avoid looking ridiculous, but it wouldn't stop—dizziness hit too, and...
"...!Blurgh! Bleeeeurgh!"
I dry-heaved loudly, dribbling a bit of spit on the floor.
Ugh. What an idiot. I wiped my lips with my sleeve, embarrassed, and glanced up at her.
"..."
What? Why the shocked face? Oh...
I replayed it quick: she asks if it tastes good, I go to answer, then heave like it's disgusting. That "blurgh" sound had to be burned into her brain.
No, just bad timing, ri—
"Ahh... Uuuh... H-hic, hiiic..."
The sweet mood shattered. Serena snapped to reality, post-nut clarity hitting hard, her face a mask of devastation from my reaction.
Seeing her self-loathing expression, she must've thought all my servicing was fake, an act.
"Hic..."
Her eyes reddened, welling up—she looked ready to burst into tears any second. This was bad.
Before I could clear the misunderstanding, she demurely covered her crotch with both hands.
"I-I'm s-so sorry. I was s-stupid, deluding myself all this time... Sniff. Y-yeah. Of course Raoul-nim hated it, but I f-forced you... Hic..."
No, you begged me to service you first—she'd forgotten in her haze. I panicked, trying to calm her, but she just repeated "Sorry... Sorry..." like a broken parrot, drowning in shame.
I finally convinced her it was just dizziness from choking, and we continued... but her reactions cooled off big time after.
She wanted to moan freely, but now she was hyper-aware because of it. Misunderstanding cleared, but once a frame like that sets, everything looks suspicious.
Every time I lapped up her juices, she'd stifle her moans, sneaking peeks at me with doubtful eyes to check if I was really enjoying it.
Creepy as that was...
Argh. All that buildup, gone in a flash. She'd been on the verge of suggesting more time together.
I tried probing to spend longer with her after, but the newly passive Serena dodged with "I have a schedule later..." and slipped away.
I kicked myself for the stupid slip-up. But...
Who knew that one step back would lead to two steps forward? I'd realize it soon enough.
And just how pervy things were about to get.
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Early morning.
"...Sigh."
Serena sat up in bed, face puffy, letting out a long sigh as she came to.
Her morning routine was overseeing Raoul's training and giving him holy water, but his heave stuck in her mind. He'd said it was just choking, but the timing was too perfect...
It was etched there now. Alone after, she'd even scooped her own fluids with a finger, tasting it—definitely not fishy, kinda...
Then self-doubt crashed in, and she rushed to dress.
Is he really into it...? Or just faking to please me...?
-Vmmm...
"Ah."
As she sat on the bed's edge, dazed, finishing prep, divine power suddenly filled her bedroom. Then arms wrapped her from behind in a back hug. Heavy mounds pressed into her back.
Familiar sensation—she turned to see her goddess, Maribi, grinning ear to ear.
"Hi~! How've you been?"
"Ah... Maribi Goddess. It's been too long."
"Hehe... What's this, Serena? You're overflowing with sex appeal. Gotten naughtier, huh?"
"N-no, I..."
She knew why Maribi said it, flushing crimson and bowing her head. Maribi started this whole thing, after all.
The goddess chuckled at her shame, pressing her breasts harder against Serena's back, whispering sweetly in her ear.
"So, how's the gift I gave you? Like it?"
"G-gift...? Goddess! I j-just wanted to help my f-follower purely...!!"
"Hnnng~"
Serena flailed excuses, but Maribi narrowed her eyes, silently pressuring her: No lies.
"Uguu, my cute Serena. Be honest. It's just us here. Luis doesn't care... Felt pretty good, right? You can do whatever you want..."
Under the lewd whisper, Serena flapped her lips in panic, then gave in, confessing softly.
"...Y-yes. It felt... g-good..."
Good? She'd been craving to dominate Raoul lately, half-ordering him around. Unaware it was Maribi's subtle spell, of course.
"Hehe, knew it. So why the gloomy face? Something bothering you?"
"Ah, well..."
Serena spilled the recent incident, braving the shame. No saint deceives her goddess.
"I see... Yeah, that'd bug you. Maybe he was forcing it for your sake..."
"N-no..."
As Serena's face fell, Maribi patted her shoulders, laughing it off.
"Could be, sure. If it's eating at you, why not try this?"
She whispered something in her ear.
"S-sweet... stuff...? Like that?"
"Yup♥ Oh, those Montbllets up there? Perfect."
"Th-those are a precious gift from Ivan... Eek."
Maribi pointed at the treasured sweets, suggesting specifics. Serena imagined it, thighs twitching involuntarily.
"We're alone anyway, no biggie. And like I always say... if it's gotta happen, better enjoy it mutually, right? Everyone loves sweets. Raoul will too."
"..."
"You trust me, don't you? It's all for your happiness. Might as well have fun now."
"Y-yes. I'll... t-try it."
"Hehe, good girl."
Maribi stroked her hair. How could she say no to her goddess pushing this hard? Deep down, Serena rationalized away her guilt: If Goddess insists... fulfilling divine will is a saintess's duty.
Blushing through her shame, she looked up curiously. Advice aside, why was Maribi here again? She didn't pry rudely.
As Serena waited, Maribi pulled away, sidling beside her.
"Wondering why I'm here? Got another gift for you. Ta-da!"
With lively flair, she summoned a box in her palm, cracking it open.
"This is... a c-collar...?"
A pet collar and long leash gleamed inside—alien and odd. Serena pondered, paling as realization hit, staring at Maribi. The goddess explained casually.
"Put it on him. He'll be your pet... obey better. Smart girl—you get it."
"You mean..."
Serena clamped her lips. Montbllets plus collar? Fantasies exploded.
"But he already listens well..."
"But is he enjoying it? I keep telling you, you're not wrong. Your goddess guarantees. I prepared this myself—don't disappoint me? Sigh... Should've raised you more open and slutty..."
Maribi sighed theatrically at her hesitant saintess, slumping sympathetically.
"N-no! I-I'm actually interested... I'll use it next time. P-please don't worry...?"
"Sigh... Really?"
"Y-yes, of course."
Thus, Serena received the collar-and-leash box. Up close, something felt off.
"Two collars... connected?"
The "handle" was another loop. Not just for him—for her or someone else too.
"Yup. Use the other as a handle normally."
Normally...? "Normal" was shocking enough—what about the rest?
Eyes wide, Serena stared. Maribi grinned.
"For a mood switch sometimes. Just in case♥"