Chapter 7 The Pleading Saintess
The Pleading Saintess
Just before inserting my cock, I ran my tongue over Beatrice's pussy.
"...Hngk!"
"Wow, the smell of sweat and the musky scent of your juices are no joke."
"Sh-shut up!"
The Saintess's face turned as red as a beet. She struggled fiercely to push me away, but it was like trying to break a rock with an egg.
"Seems like you don't groom much down here. Well, given your fiery personality, I guess it's not surprising you wouldn't bother."
My gaze drifted to the pussy hidden beneath the unkempt hair. Its vivid pink hue only heightened my desire to plunge inside.
I immediately pressed my cock against her entrance. Whether it was due to her Divine Power, I could feel a slight stimulation the moment I made contact. If her Divine Power had been at full strength, it might have stung a bit, but right now, the sensation was barely noticeable.
If anything, it felt like a warming function, making her pussy even hotter to the touch.
When I rubbed my cock lightly against her, I could feel the soft folds of her labia.
'Should I just thrust in all at once?'
I figured she wasn't a virgin anymore anyway.
"P-please, don't do it like this!"
"Why shouldn't I?"
"But I... I'm still a virgin! At least for the first time, please...!"
"A virgin?"
What utter nonsense. She'd already been with me before—where did she get off pretending to be pure now?
"You're a virgin? After we've already done it?"
"No! I came just from you rubbing against me before you even put it in! How does that count as doing it?!"
"Hmm..."
Now that I thought about it, that was true.
It wasn't a memory I wanted to dwell on, so it had slipped my mind.
"Fine, let's say that's the case. Does that mean I shouldn't fuck you?"
"......"
The Saintess fell silent for a moment before finally speaking.
"At least... be gentle the first time..."
What a load of bullshit. I didn't know about "gentle," but since it was technically her first time, it made sense to ease her into it. It wasn't like I planned to use her just once and throw her away.
'Activate Heat!'
So, making her the first test subject for this skill wasn't a bad idea.
[Heat: Lv.1]
Induces arousal in the target upon touch.
[Cooldown: 5 minutes]
At Level 1, it was hard to predict what kind of effect it would have. The best way to find out was through experimentation.
The moment my hand made contact, the Saintess's body began to change. The transformation started with her chest—her already stiff nipples swelled to an alarming size. Then, sweat began to bead all over her body. But that wasn't all.
'Looks like she's literally going into heat.'
Her face flushed, and her lower half grew increasingly wet.
Even with just a light touch, Beatrice's pussy twitched and gushed juices. For merely resting my hand there, the reaction was absurdly intense.
"M-my body feels weird... What did you do...?"
"I didn't do anything special."
I swear on the heavens, all I did was use the Heat Skill—nothing more.
'I never imagined the change would be this immediate.'
Looking closer, Beatrice was biting her lip hard, as if determined to endure this somehow.
I watched with amusement. I had all the time in the world. If she couldn't hold out any longer, I could just leisurely take her then.
"If you can't take it anymore, just say so. I'll slide my cock in anytime."
"Shut up!"
Still as feisty as ever. I waited patiently.
At first, it seemed like she was holding up well. But before long, Beatrice's body began to tremble. Slick fluids trickled down her thighs.
"Are you in heat now? What kind of woman gets this wet from just a little touch? You're worse than an animal."
"Sh-shut up! Hnggk!"
Her moans were so unbearably lewd that I nearly lost control and rammed into her right then. With great effort, I held back and kept watching.
Beatrice slowly moved her hand toward her pussy, as if intending to rub herself, but I couldn't allow that. I grabbed her wrist.
"Tsk! Hey! What do you think you're doing, trying to finger yourself?"
"Let go! Let me go!"
"No."
The sensation of my grip must have felt like another kind of stimulation—she panted even harder.
"Hngaaah... Haaa..."
It was obvious she'd reached her limit. Just as I expected.
"Put it in!! "
"What did you say? "
"I said put it in! Hurry! I can't take it anymore! "
It was Beatrice's complete declaration of surrender. But human hearts are inherently fickle. 'She's begging me to put it in, so why am I suddenly reluctant to oblige?'
More than anything, watching her pussy gush out slick as she writhed in heat was far more entertaining than I'd expected. In the end, my choice was refusal. "Hold on a little longer. Didn't you tell me to shut up earlier? Besides, how can the Saintess's pussy give up this easily?"
"......You fucking bastard......"
"Yeah, I'm crazy, so let's endure just a bit more. Got it?"
"Put it in!!! "
Beatrice kept screaming and whining incessantly. It was like music to my ears. ***
When I returned with some snacks, Beatrice's condition was utterly pitiful. 'Good thing I tied her hands up before leaving.'
The bedsheet beneath her was soaked to the point of discoloration. If I hadn't restrained her hands, she would've undoubtedly lost herself in a frenzy of masturbation. The room was already thick with the sour scent of a female in heat. It was oddly fragrant. "Sorry to keep you waiting. The Church had quite a few tasty treats."
"......"
Instead of answering, Beatrice gritted her teeth and glared at me, her eyes brimming with venom. "Why are you glaring like that? You'll hurt this demon's feelings."
"......"
Beatrice remained silent, still glaring. "What, no answer? Guess I'll have to make you talk then."
I immediately reached for Beatrice's pussy. Parting her drenched pubic hair, my fingers brushed against her stiff, erect clit. "Hyaaaaaaahk!!! "
Just that slight touch made Beatrice's back arch like a bow. Judging by the yellow liquid dripping down, she'd even pissed herself. 'And that was just from touching her clit.'
The effects of the Heat Skill far exceeded my expectations. 'Maybe I've stumbled upon something incredibly powerful?'
After reaching a shuddering climax, she looked at me with pleading eyes and cried out, her voice trembling. "Now put it in! Please put it in, you fucking bastard! "
"Tsk tsk, what kind of Saintess talks with a rag in her mouth? "
Slap. I lightly smacked her pussy with my palm, intending to calm her down, but the impact sent her gushing again. Now, even the slightest stimulation made her squirt. She was like a machine programmed to cum at the slightest touch. 'This is getting a bit pathetic.'
I was starting to consider giving in when another message appeared in the air. [Heat Skill level has increased.]
[Heat duration is now extended.]
[Skill 'Eye of Sensuality' has been acquired.]
'What's this now?'
[Eye of Sensuality: Lv. 1]
Identifies the erogenous zones of the target. [Passive]
A pretty fun skill. I immediately activated it and turned my gaze back to Beatrice. [Beatrice's Erogenous Zones: Clitoris, Nipples]
Pretty predictable spots. 'Should I finally put it in now?'
On the bed lay Beatrice, wrists cuffed, hips writhing. Her pussy, beyond soaked—more like flooded—was practically begging for my cock. At this point, not putting it in would be criminal. But part of me still wanted to savor this sight a little longer. "Put it in! Put it in! Please! "
I agonized over it. What would happen if I didn't? Would Beatrice actually bite her tongue and kill herself? More importantly, my own hardened member had been at its limit for a while now. Just staring at that dripping pussy was torture. "Hey, Saintess."
I leaned close to her ear and whispered softly. "How about it?"
Beatrice nodded with a sniffle. What I'd said wasn't anything special—just that if she showed me how she usually masturbated, I'd fuck her. When I undid the handcuffs, she immediately sat up. For a moment I wondered if she might attack me, but that was absurd. "Huuuaaah...!"
Her hands were already moving busily. Her right hand slowly stimulated her vulva while spreading her labia minora apart. Her left kept flicking at her clitoris before pulling away. The sight of her slick fingers glistening with transparent arousal was intensely erotic. Apparently not needing any more lubrication, her fingers plunged straight in. "That's enough."
Part of me wanted to watch her masturbate longer, but Beatrice wasn't in her right mind. Left in that state, she might've broken her own hymen with her fingers. That was absolutely unacceptable. When I stopped her hand, disappointment flashed across Beatrice's face—not that she needed to be disappointed. It was time for the real thing. I immediately thrust my cock in front of her face. "How do you want me to do it?"
"Just...put it in right away, please..."
"Hmm, but just shoving it in wouldn't be any fun."
"Then..."
Beatrice looked like she was about to go mad from how unbearably itchy her pussy felt. "What if I lie down and let you ride me? Try putting it in yourself by moving your hips?"
Normally, anyone would refuse—this was an act that dragged a Saintess's pride through the mud. But she didn't refuse. "Yes, I'll do it right away!"
