The Perverted Saintess

"Hhiiik!"

Her body seemed extremely sensitive, likely because she had been lost in self-pleasure just moments ago. But that wasn't my concern.

I lowered my head and took her pink nipple into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the areola, I gently nibbled the stiff peak.

"Hgueeeeuuk!"

Instinctively, I couldn't stop sucking. One of my hands moved toward her dripping slit. It was already drenched.

Yesterday, I had been too distracted by the act of defiling the Saintess to properly savor her pussy. Today, I had all the time in the world to enjoy it thoroughly.

My first destination was her clitoris. I stroked the soft, curly bush before teasing the swollen bud beneath. The firm little bean nestled between her soft folds felt perfect under my touch.

"Hhueeagaa!"

Beatrice had been letting out continuous moans as if she'd lost the ability to speak.

"Wow, you're really a fucking nympho, huh?"

"N-Noooooo...!"

She desperately denied it, but I couldn't bring myself to believe her.

"No, my ass! Looks like you've been jerking off like crazy. Just how much did you rub yourself raw to get calluses on your clit?"

"Th-That's a misunderstanding...!"

"Misunderstanding, my ass!"

I gave her clit a sharp little bite, and Beatrice's back arched slightly.

Twitch.

Her body reacted as if it were already broken.

Come to think of it, her erogenous zones are her clit and nipples.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠remembered from earlier when I'd checked with sensory detection—those two spots were marked as her most sensitive areas. So wasn't it my duty to stimulate them thoroughly?

Flick! Tap! Flick-flick!

I snapped my fingers against her clit in rapid succession.

"Hhaaaang! I-It feels so goooood!"

Her clit, already swollen to its limit, grew even harder. Maybe because she was so used to pleasuring herself? Her sensitivity was incredible.

"Feels good?"

Beatrice nodded weakly. Even that small movement seemed to take immense effort.

I could hardly hold back anymore myself. But before that, there was one more course I absolutely had to enjoy.

"Let me taste that pussy. I'm dying to know what a Saintess's cunt tastes like."

"...I-It's embarrassing..."

"What's there to be embarrassed about?"

I immediately laid Beatrice down on the bed, her pale body sprawled out before me. Right in front of my eyes was her pussy.

A lewd, gaping slit, so wet that the thick bush of hair around it was soaked like seaweed.

I opened my mouth wide, ready to devour her whole. My lips met the stiff little clit, and my tongue plunged straight inside.

"Hhueuk! P-Please, be gentle...!"

"So this is the taste of a noble Saintess's pussy, huh? Sweet. And your lower half smells amazing too."

"Don't say such... nghh—!"

The Saintess's body jerked. Ignoring her squirming, I kept licking. Her pussy gushed, drenching my face in her juices. I didn't mind one bit.

"You're quite the squirter, huh?"

"I-It's been like that since I was young...!"

"It seems it's in your nature—your nature is that of a filthy, lustful bitch."

"Don't say such things...!"

"Know your place, you fucking sex slave, and don't you dare defy me!"

Whack!

Without hesitation, I brought my hand down hard on her pale buttocks.

"Ughhk!"

Normally, it would have been quite painful, but right now, even the act of spanking her seemed to bring her nothing but blissful sensation.

Whack! Whack! WHACK!

I struck Beatrice's ass with enough force to leave vivid handprints. Blood vessels must have burst, as dark bruises began to form on her skin.

Beatrice, overwhelmed, lay sprawled on the bed, her eyes rolling back. Ending it like this felt a bit unsatisfying.

I gripped her buttocks firmly and spread them apart, exposing the glistening, soaked folds of her sex in even greater detail. Both holes were flushed a vivid pink.

When I pressed my fingers against them, I could feel the softness of her delicate inner lips.

"I can't hold back anymore. I'm going in."

Silence was as good as consent. I pushed my swollen cock inside, no longer able to restrain myself.

Her pussy was tight. Of course it was—she had been a virgin until yesterday, with virtually no real experience.

Still, though tight, she was so thoroughly drenched that sliding in wasn't difficult at all.

Thrust! Thrust!

Immediately, I gripped her hips and began moving, flesh slapping against flesh in lewd, wet sounds.

"Ughhk! Hahk! Hhhuuuk! Hnnggh!"

The moment I started thrusting, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Saintess reacted instantly.

Whack!

I spanked her taut ass again, driving into her relentlessly. The way she clenched around me was exquisite. Before long, her inner walls suddenly tightened sharply, as if her body was desperate for my cum. A sudden curiosity struck me.

What happens if I use the Heat Skill right before she climaxes?

I've never been the type to resist my curiosity.

Activate Heat!

"HRRGHH! HAAAK! HIIIIK! AAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Beatrice let out a bestial scream. Sweat poured from her, and her pussy clamped down on me so violently it felt like she might rip my cock right off. Struggling to maintain my rhythm, I gripped her ass hard and kept thrusting.

Soon, the pressure built, and I emptied myself inside her. Though I was thoroughly satisfied, Beatrice continued to twitch uncontrollably, her eyelids fluttering. It seemed she couldn't escape the pleasure so easily.

Well, what else can you expect?

But she's just a sex slave—shouldn't she be happy about it?

I slowly pulled out. Maybe the movement stimulated her again?

Her legs trembled violently. And that wasn't all.

Splaaaaash.

As if forgetting she was on a bed, a stream of yellow piss gushed from her pussy. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she had lost control completely.

"Quite the spectacle."

For a sex slave, it was a spectacular debut.

***

Some time later, Beatrice finally regained consciousness. Being a Saintess, her recovery was swift.

"Awake now?"

As she sat up, she took in the mess she had made and hid her face in shame.

Honestly, if I had pissed myself mid-sex like that, I'd probably feel pretty damn ashamed too.

"Waaahhhh!"

She immediately began to sob as if breaking down. Her sudden crying left me quite flustered.

I approached her from behind and quietly stroked her back.

"Calm down."

"It's all your fault! Waaahhh!"

"How is it my fault? It's because your cunt was in heat."

While her crying was pitiful, I couldn't just let her distort the truth.

After all, wasn't I the victim of fake news here?

The facts needed to be clearly addressed.

"I'm so ashamed..."

"What's there to be ashamed of? You're my sex slave anyway."

"Couldn't you be a little gentler with me?"

"Gentler? But didn't you enjoy it more despite me being rough?"

"Well, that's true but..."

Beatrice clamped her mouth shut. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't possibly claim she hadn't enjoyed what just happened.

In the end, she changed the subject.

"But how on earth did you do it? Don't tell me becoming part of the demon race cures premature ejaculation?"

"You think that's it?"

"Then..."

Was there any point explaining stats and all that? I pondered for a moment. The conclusion was clear—keeping stats a secret seemed like the right move.

"I was just flustered because it was my first time back then."

"It was your first time too?"

"Yeah."

It was a bit shameless, but what could the Saintess possibly do about it now?

She'd already gotten a solid taste of my cock. Meaning, even if she tried to escape, it wouldn't be easy.

Grrrrooowl.

Maybe because I'd been so engrossed in sex? My stomach was growling fiercely.

"Are you hungry?"

"A little? Don't you have any snacks stashed here?"

"There's nothing..."

"What kind of place is this with nothing? Not even any Holy Relics stored in the Church?"

"The Holy Knights took them all..."

That was disappointing. I'd originally planned to loot the Holy Relics when I came to the Church. Even if I couldn't use them myself, it was annoying when Holy Knights wielded them against the demon race.

'If not Holy Relics, maybe I should just corrupt all their Holy Water instead?'

Just then, my eyes landed on a pair ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of panties rolling on the floor. The Saintess's panties, thoroughly soaked in her juices.

I picked them up and dangled them in front of her face.

"Definitely provocative underwear. Who'd think these belong to a Saintess?"

"P-put those down!"

She immediately tried to kick me in the face. Of course, it did zero damage.

My Physique stat was high, and becoming part of the demon race had significantly boosted my natural durability. But another question occurred to me.

"Come to think of it, why aren't these a Holy Relic?"

"Wha...?"

Beatrice tilted her head in confusion.

"If these are the Saintess's panties, aren't they Holy Relics? Plus, they're drenched in your juices—panties marinated in Holy Water. Doesn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that make them worthy of being Holy Relics?"

"Are you fucking insane?"

"This won't do. I should put them up for auction later."

"You fucking psychooooo!!!"

Ignoring whether Beatrice lunged at me or not, I buried my nose in her panties. The lewd scent of a bitch in heat stabbed at my nostrils.

Even if they weren't Holy Relics, they'd probably fetch a decent price. After all, the world was full of all kinds of perverts.

"What kind of perverted thoughts are you having now?"

"Calling me a pervert? Coming from you, reeking of bitch musk from your cunt, that's rich."

Beatrice immediately shut her mouth.