The Subdued Saintess

Beatrice couldn't believe her eyes. The size of the cock she'd seen earlier was already vastly different from what she remembered of Jin-woo's. But what lay before her now was even more enormous. Good heavens, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could a cock truly emanate such majesty? Gulp. She swallowed reflexively. At this size, wasn't it comparable to the legendary "monster cocks" she'd read about in novels countless times? This was a reasonable suspicion. "What are you staring at? Don't want to do it? Then stop."

Nonsense. Beatrice immediately climbed atop Jin-woo. His cock stood rigid and proud as he lay comfortably on the bed. The slightest touch of her hand made it twitch vigorously. The way it throbbed startled her slightly, but she felt no fear. Without hesitation, Beatrice knelt over Jin-woo's cock. "Rub it slowly as you take it in."

"Y-yes..."

Following his command, Beatrice began moving her hips gradually. She could feel every inch of his cock's texture. As her pussy rubbed against it, another gush of her juices spilled out. Jin-woo's cock was now slick too—nothing stood in the way of penetration anymore. "You said you're a virgin, right?"

"Yes, that's right! I'm a virgin!"

"Then scream 'Please enjoy my virginity!' as you take it in."

The words were humiliating. But at this moment, pleasure overshadowed any sense of shame. "Please enjoy my virginity! Hnnngh!!"

Beatrice immediately relaxed her thighs and slowly lowered herself. Schlick. As his cock slid in effortlessly, her eyes widened, pupils shaking violently. The pain of her hymen tearing was sharp. Yet, at the same time, the sensation of being filled so completely leaned more toward pleasure than pain. When she weighed the agony against the ecstasy, pleasure claimed overwhelming victory. It was a satisfaction incomparable to mere masturbation. "Nngh... Uwaa, haah..."

Beatrice couldn't easily shake off the shock. The feeling of her hymen being pierced remained vivid. Slowly—very slowly—she began moving her hips with deliberate force, rising and falling in rhythm. "Hnnggh! Haaahk!"

With every sway of her hips, electrifying pleasure crashed over her mind. Her vision turned white. Unconsciously, her pace began to quicken. The pain of losing her virginity was no longer perceptible. Squelch! Squish! Slap! The room filled with the lewd, sticky sounds of flesh meeting flesh. In the midst of her focus, Beatrice suddenly felt something hot surging inside her—the signal of climax. Sensing it, she couldn't stop her hips from bucking wildly. "Haaaah! I-I'm—I'm cumming!!"

Splurt! The moment his cock pulsed violently within her, warmth flooded her lower belly. Jin-woo had reached his limit too. The sensation of being impaled by a real cock was akin to walking through heaven. On this day, she finally understood why people loved sex so much. ***

"Nnhaaahk! Haaaugh!"

The sex continued relentlessly. Neither of them could be satisfied with just one round, and Beatrice, already burning with desire, would never be content with a single release. "T-too... too intense!"

"Your pussy keeps clenching tight, even though you say otherwise!"

"I-it's just—ahh—your imagination! Nnghh!"

I shot another load deep inside Beatrice with ease. She, nearing her limit, collapsed limply onto the bed. The sight of her sprawled out, milky-white fluids trickling down her thighs, was incredibly lewd. Just looking at her nearly made me hard again. "Your pussy grips pretty well, huh?"

"Yeeesss..."

Beatrice was panting, clearly overwhelmed. "You can't call me a premature ejaculator anymore, can you?"

"N-no... I was wrong to think that way..."

Leaving Beatrice, who had briefly passed out, behind, I stepped outside. My subordinates had restrained the clergy members, binding them to the floor. "Did you get everything?"

"Yes, Grand General!"

The looting seemed to be over—there wasn't a single intact building left in the Church. Just then, one of the bound priests shouted, "A so-called Hero siding with the demon race—have you no shame?!"

Looking closer, I recognized his face. He was the bishop who had sneered at me when I first came to the Church searching for a saintess to join the Hero Party. Needless to say, I didn't have fond memories of him. "Why should I feel shame?"

"How can you not be ashamed, betraying humanity as the Hero?!"

"I was the one who was abandoned first."

"That too is the fate of a Hero—accept your—"

Swish. Annoyed by his rambling, I swung my sword without hesitation. The head that had just been spouting nonsense now rolled across the ground, painting the sky with streaks of blood before thudding to the floor. "You're pissing me off."

I'd planned to kill him when leaving the Church anyway. From a demon's perspective, clergy were nothing but irritants. The more dead, the better. Glancing around, I saw some priests trembling in fear at the sight of the archbishop's decapitated head. Of course, most of the people here weren't high-ranking clergy but rather hired servants or visiting townsfolk. The higher-ups had already left to join the battle against the Demon Army. "Should we kill them all?"

Kiro, one of my most loyal subordinates, asked. I hesitated briefly. If the Demon King is going to rule this place eventually, we'll need some slaves.

Killing everyone would leave us with no one to enslave. That wouldn't do. "Leave some alive. We'll need slaves."

"Understood. Then I'll just execute those with strong Divine Power."

"Good. I trust you'll handle it well."

With a dismissive wave, I turned and headed back inside—eager to spend more quality time with the saintess. When I entered, she had already regained consciousness. "I have a question for you. Were you the one who spread the rumor that I'm a premature ejaculator?"

"N-no, absolutely not! I returned to the Church right after leaving the party...!"

"Really?"

Unfortunately, it didn't seem like this bitch was the culprit. Whoever it was, I'd make sure to find them and make them pay. "More importantly... what are you going to do with me now...?"

The saintess seemed convinced I was going to kill her. Her trembling eyes betrayed unmistakable fear. I pretended to deliberate, though I had no intention of killing her. Just the act of hesitating would apply enough psychological pressure. "I was thinking about killing you, but honestly, that'd be a waste."

"...I'll do anything if you spare me. Please..."

She immediately dropped to her knees, begging. Her bare body swayed with every movement, her ample breasts jiggling enticingly. The sight alone was satisfying. I smirked. "'Anything,' you say? Then how about becoming my sex slave?"

"Se-sex slave?!"

The saintess's face flushed red at the rather vulgar choice of words. Without giving her time to think, I groped her breasts. The soft texture of her skin was exquisite.

"Well? Will you or won't you?"

"Wh-what exactly does being a sex slave entail...?"

"Why play dumb? It means living your entire life devoted to me, just like today. If dedicating everything to me means keeping your life, doesn't that sound manageable?"

Refusal meant death, acceptance meant becoming a sex slave.

Beatrice nodded her head.

"Good. I'll cherish you as my personal sex slave for life. Let's get along well from now on."

That day, I acquired a saintess as my sex slave.

***

"Ahh, Your Majesty, can you hear me?"

Having achieved victory in battle, it was time to report the results. I immediately picked up the crystal ball to summon the Demon King.

-What is it, Grand General?

"Ah, nothing major. Just wanted to report we've successfully conquered the Church."

The crystal ball fell silent for a moment.

-A-Already?

"Yes. Without the Holy Knights, these guys are nothing. Anyone from our side could've broken through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠here."

-I see...

Whether from disbelief or sheer astonishment, the Demon King remained silent for a long while.

"There's one thing I'd like to ask."

-What is it?

"How should we handle this place? Destroy it completely? Or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠leave it as is?"

-Erecting a statue proclaiming my greatness there doesn't sound bad. Building ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠an entire village for our demon kin might be nice too.

Well, that was the Demon King's decision to make.

"Then I'll leave it as usual. Though I'll execute a few clergy members as an example."

-Very well.

Though it was a case of acting first and reporting later, the Demon King graciously let it slide.

-I'll send a scouting party to assess the situation. Stay there for a few days and oversee things.

"Me?"

-How many in our ranks know the human realm better than you?

There was some logic to that. Among the Demon Army's human members, the only notable one was a fallen knight who betrayed humanity decades ago. Naturally, as a recent recruit, I knew far more about current affairs.

"Understood. Will a week suffice?"

-That should be sufficient.

"Yes."

With that final response, the crystal ball's connection severed. I'd have to stay here for several days.

'What a shame.'

My heart was full of desire to immediately set out to find the next party member.

Of course, there was the Demon King's order to consider, but also the fact that I had no way of locating my former comrades.

'If I had to guess, that bitch Eloi would be...'

Though a half-elf, she'd still be near elven territory.

She never liked humans much to begin with, so there's no way she'd be near human villages.

'Guess I'll have to play with Beatrice for a few days.'

I figured I might as well enjoy the saintess's body to my heart's content during this time.