The Saintess's First Taste of Ecstasy
I occasionally checked on Ivan when I was alone, curious if he was following the hypnosis as instructed. By peering into the crystal orb, I could survey every corner of Tierin Cathedral, so tracking him down was a breeze. What I found were multiple scenes of him spending time with Priestess Becky. Tremendous progress in such a short span. Since Ivan still hadn't ditched his passive demeanor, Becky must have picked up on his altered state and taken the initiative.
I'd set this up hoping their budding flirtation might create some friction with Serena. But I didn't even need to verify if my scheme was paying off. The moment I stepped into the saintess's bedroom, Serena fixed me with eyes brimming with raw lust—something was definitely off.
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For some reason, Serena looked even more tantalizingly slutty today. After she greeted me with a simple "Have you come?" and we exchanged a few brief words, she slipped out of her saintess robes as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Standing before her personal masturbation mount, what shame could she possibly feel? Watching her expose her pussy without hesitation, I felt the saintess's pristine image crumbling away like sand.
Transformed back into dog form, I waited demurely for her to begin as usual. But Serena, gripping my collar, suddenly twitched her lips and blurted something unexpected.
"Now that I think about it, this feels a bit unfair. Why should I be the only one stripping?"
"Huh?"
She brushed her long, lustrous sapphire-black hair—naturally infused with dark navy hues—and continued smoothly. "That's right. Here I am, exposing myself so shamelessly... And if you don't bring your mouth close to my... my pussy, your clothes might get dirty. It must be inconvenient for you in all sorts of ways. Come on, you should just take everything off."
Serena had uttered the vulgar word "pussy" outright, no doubt influenced by my recent sessions where I'd taken the lead with dirty talk. She might find it jarring coming from me, but in a world crawling with lowlife adventurers wielding knives, who cared where I'd picked it up? Anyway, with me setting the tone, even the domineering Serena seemed to realize she could get away with crude language too. And as she spoke the obscenity aloud, a strange, thrilling arousal bubbled up; she fidgeted restlessly with her body.
"Y-Yes... Then I'll strip too..."
This was the first time baring myself fully to the saintess. I complied, peeling off my top first. Once the bottoms were gone, only my loose panties remained—and I shed those too, revealing every inch of my naked form. Which meant...
Flop...
"Wha...?"
Seeing me nude, Serena slipped into honorifics without realizing it. Her gaze locked hungrily between my legs, of course. Even soft, it was a massive, heavy slab dangling low.
"Th-That's... What is that...? It's nothing like the books... It's too big..."
She muttered to herself, her knowledge clashing with the reality of my cock's size. Forgetting her dominant role, she blushed and instinctively clamped her thighs together—a fresh, adorable reaction. Serena was putting on quite the show. No woman had ever given a boring response to this moment.
...But how long are you gonna stare?
Thanks to the collar's submissive urge, I felt a mix of joy at her attention and a novel shame at being so thoroughly exposed.
"Um... Staring like that makes me embarrassed..."
I shyly crossed my arms behind my back, perking up my dog ears. My tail wagged bashfully side to side, and between my slightly spread legs, my long cock swayed like a pendulum before settling. Glancing up at her demurely from under my lashes...
"H-Hah."
I hadn't planned it, but the visual hit Serena like a hammer to the head; her face went slack in shock.
"R-Right. Let's get started. Come here and lick me."
"Yes..."
She stammered at my alluring pose before snapping back, commanding me in her trembling usual tone to service her pussy.
"Lick... Slurp... Chuup..."
"Ahng..."
I crawled to the standing Serena, knelt, and lapped at her pretty pink slit. A naked beast pleasuring her pussy—what a sight. Shame, exposure, and bizarre thrills intertwined, stoking my lust. I felt myself hardening wildly, my massive cock soon standing rigid.
To cut a long story short, the pussy worship didn't last. Not that this obedient pet would rebel.
"Mmng... Mmm... Gulp. Hng..."
Whenever I paused to catch my breath, Serena's eyes darted to my upright cock. Sticky, humid lust gleamed in her gaze. Once hooked, licking her pussy became secondary. A new toy had captured her dark desires—indirectly and literally, with the collar in hand.
She pulled away from my lips grinding her plump mound, creating distance to scrutinize my erection.
"Um..."
Her voice quivered slightly.
"Is it... because of me... that you're... excited?"
Her sly, lewd face screamed, Just say yes—it's obvious. She wanted verbal confirmation of my desire.
"Yes... Licking the saintess's pussy made my cock throb and ache so much it got like this..."
I confessed honestly with the dirty word, twitching my cock demonstratively. Serena swallowed hard, staring down.
"I-I see. You got excited... from licking my pussy."
I nodded faintly, and her lips trembled dangerously. Even her slick, saliva-soaked labia seemed to quiver.
"Hng... Haaang... Yes... You got aroused by me... N-Now, sit on the edge of the bed."
At her command, I rose from my knees and moved to her massive bed—big enough for four. I perched on the soft sheets at the foot. Serena settled gracefully beside me, our hips touching.
Swish...
I flicked my tail aside, giving her room to press closer.
"Our good boy Raoul... Just stay still..."
She whispered huskily, angling her body toward me, thrusting her voluptuous breasts into view. Her outer arm crept toward my crotch, hesitating at first—crossing this line was a big step—but she steeled herself. Recent events must have shifted her mindset. Anyway, with trembling fingers...
She touched a man's cock for the first time.
"Hoot..."
"Kyaa! O-Ohhh... Wow... It's so hot... D-Does it hurt?"
"Mm... It's fine."
Reassured, she leaned in, positioning for better access. She stroked my towering shaft, exploring its texture.
"It's so squishy... Gulp."
"Haaah..."
Ngh... She petted my glans like a head pat—indescribable. Confirming my positive reaction, she indulged her curiosity: gripping the full length to feel the heat, caressing my smooth balls, even pinching the skin between fingers to watch it stretch. Blushing furiously, she cooed "Hwaaa..." in fascination, fiddling endlessly.
Her face had shifted from lewd queen to a puberty-struck girl's, brimming with sexual curiosity.
Stroke... stroke...
Satisfied for now, instinct took over. She gripped fully and pumped up and down. Her soft, firm touch felt divine; lewd moans escaped me.
"Hng... Mmmng..."
"Does it feel good... when I stroke your cock?"
"Yesss... The saintess stroking my cock feels amazing... Haaah..."
"I see... It feels good... Hehe... Then I'll do more."
Hearing my sweet moans for the first time, she failed to hide her delight. She gazed intently, etching my aroused face into memory. Sure, some acting flavored my moans, but this act only heightened mutual pleasure. Seeing your partner pant in ecstasy was pure bliss—no exception for a saintess.
Emboldened, she stroked faster, body pressed close in a sideways handjob.
"Haaht...! Nng..."
I naturally leaned my head on her massive breasts, gasping. They were so huge, and the bra's fabric soft—the jiggle felt vivid even through it.
"Oh my. It feels that good? How cute..."
She didn't stop me—instead, offering her chest freely.
Squelch squelch...!
Fueled by my pleas for more, she kept jerking me off. The sticky atmosphere had her lost in a hazy lust too. Addicted to my moans, she pumped rhythmically, drawing out gasps. I nuzzled her breasts, panting wildly—a lewd cycle of mutual satisfaction.
Soon, boiling pressure built inside.
"Haaak!!"
I came beast-like without warning, pure bliss surging.
Spurt...!Spurrrt!!
"Kyaa! H-Hiiyaah?!"
As semen erupted from my foreskin-covered glans like lava, Serena panicked, staring. As I kept cumming, coating her hand, she clamped down midway to stem the flow. Her palm overflowed with my massive load.
"Hooo..."
"W-Woah... Haaah..."
My orgasm faded; I collapsed, shuddering. Serena's flustered babble reached me. No warning given, but what apology did a pet dog owe? I sprawled on the bed, panting raggedly.
Curious what she was doing, I cracked my eyes. There sat Serena at the bed's edge, entranced by the musky scent. She brought her semen-filled palm to her face.
Drip...
"Haaah..."
As it threatened to spill from her dazed expression, she panicked, cupping her other hand underneath to catch the sticky strands. When it leaked between knuckles, she repeated the clumsy act before finding a solution.
Voice hushed so I wouldn't hear, she flicked out her tongue.
"Lick... Liiick..."
Already drunk on my scent, she lapped freely at the dribbling semen between her fingers. And...
"Chup. Chuup. Gulp. ...Mm? Lick..."
Tasting it accidentally, her eyes widened. She carefully licked another drop, confirming. Her face melted into slutty bliss, radiating erotic allure—just like when I ate her out.
We're screwed. No woman had ever escaped addiction to that flavor.
Feeling the collar's weight anew, I shuddered at the future unfolding.
Serena, still mouthing silently, glanced back and saw my half-open eyes.
"Ah. Um... I-I'm just going to the bathroom. Lie there and rest."
Blushing furiously without a word from me, she bolted. Five minutes later, hands clean, she returned. After a brief rest, we resumed pussy worship to end our time.
In any case... This boundary crossed, Serena now craved new pleasures with me. The focus was shifting to true male-female ecstasy.