Claire's Nocturnal Temptation
Janey...? Claire watched Asha leave, then turned her gaze away. Would that girl even appreciate it? That she'd sent the nuns away for her own safety. Well, it was hard to imagine. Even if she was devout, how could she know where a young woman's surging libido might lead?
...Am I the same way?
Claire recalled what had happened just moments ago. The pleasure she'd felt for the first time. The strange allure of someone she'd unknowingly grown fond of. The desires she'd desperately suppressed while reciting prayers. For Claire, who had never even properly masturbated, it was far too intense a stimulus.
It might have been a little easier if she hadn't known the true nature of that pink-haired girl, but that was impossible from the start. Claire tried to push the sensation from her mind. But the more she did, the more vividly it resurfaced.
Even after Asha left, Claire lingered in the bath for a long while, but she couldn't shake the lingering afterimage. She finally emerged from the water, her dark brown hair dripping droplets—plip, plop—onto the floor. Her eyes fell on the nun's habit Asha had left behind. Normally, she would have taken it to be washed herself, but Asha, who had never been in here before, had just stripped it off and gone.
Claire sighed at her own failure to mention it, then picked up the habit. A strangely sweet scent wafted up. With it came the memory of Asha pressed close beside her, stroking that rod. The sweet fragrance and body heat from Asha. And the pleasure given by what she'd thought was grotesque. Finally, the moment that thick, viscous fluid had poured out...
Claire shook her head vigorously. Her still-damp brown hair flung out moisture. She stared intently at the liquid splattering to the floor, then dried her body and dressed.
She informed a nearby nun that the bath was free to use now, then headed to the room where Asha would be. Was it the hot bathwater? Her cheeks seemed flushed.
Opening the door to the private room, Claire was met with darkness. Asha had fallen asleep immediately without lighting the lamp. As Claire moved to turn on the light, she heard steady breathing.
...She must be exhausted.
Thinking that, Claire switched on the soft bedside lamp and drew in a sharp breath. Strands of pink hair, still slightly damp, clung to Asha's face, creating an oddly alluring atmosphere. Hot breath escaped her crimson lips, warming the air around them. Lowering her gaze revealed a pale neckline, glistening with moist sweat beads from her heated body. The dim light gave it an intoxicating feel.
...What is this?
Her eyes drifted lower to the modestly perky mounds peeking from her slightly damp chest. Without thinking, Claire placed a hand on them. A faint firmness met her touch, and a lewd moan slipped from Asha's lips.
...Why had she bothered with underwear if she wasn't going to wear it? Was she trying to seduce me? No, that couldn't be—Asha of the Astalote family. It must be that the size didn't fit or something...
Even as she thought that, Claire's gaze steadily roamed Asha's body. Her frame was petite, yet her curves were unnecessarily seductive. Proportions near those of an adult, with swells where they should be and dips where they belonged. Especially the line curving from her solar plexus to her lower abdomen—it stirred something deep and primal.
Claire's eyes reached her lower half. She tilted her head. There should have been marks from underwear, but it was smooth.
No way... she didn't wear anything down there either...?
Claire's trembling hand reached for Asha's hip. It was slick and smooth. No snags, just gliding touch. At that ticklish caress...
"Nngh... haht..."
Asha let out an aroused breath. Her body twitched with shallow pleasure, as if deliberately tempting her. Claire suppressed her writhing desire. In retaliation, bizarre fantasies began to invade her mind.
The muffled moans she'd heard during late-night walks when things weren't going well. The cautious presences felt in the dark. Back when she wasn't yet a saintess, the sticky clinging from the senior nuns in the next bed. When Asha's face overlapped with those afterimages, Claire shuddered and recoiled.
She stumbled back from the bed and fell flat on her butt.
"Eek! Hnngh!"
Pain shot up her spine, drawing a cry, but she clamped her mouth shut lest she wake Asha. Rubbing her throbbing rear, Claire approached the bed again. Asha was still blissfully asleep.
Might as well... wake her up.
Claire grabbed Asha's shoulder and shook it. But Asha just mumbled, refusing to open her eyes. Instead, she grabbed Claire's arm and pulled her into an embrace.
Thump-thump.
Asha's heartbeat and the soft sensation around her wrist set Claire's head ablaze. The scenes she'd witnessed before blended with Asha's face, turning her mind into a chaotic mess.
Claire's eyes fixed on the red lips parting with hot breaths. A little kiss wouldn't hurt, right? It felt off since the other was asleep, but friends often did it as a sign of affection. Feeling Asha's pounding heart, Claire leaned in close. She gazed at the flushed cheeks, then pressed their lips together.
Her first kiss was sweet. Claire's clumsy lip-mashing grew deeper. Too deep for mere affection. Lost in devouring Asha's lips, Claire suddenly snapped to her senses. She saw Asha panting heavily and herself clinging tightly.
"Ah... nn..."
This was wrong, but ah, why wouldn't you wake up? Claire worried for her friend. Falling asleep so defenselessly in that changed body—it looked too dangerous. Maybe she should stay at the temple? ...Oh, right, she had companions. Claire envied that.
As those thoughts swirled, her lower abdomen itched. Claire realized it stemmed from that rod that had grown earlier. Memories flooded back: the pleasure from the rod, Asha's gentle touches. And... inevitably, the moment it had been in Asha's mouth. Sorry, Asha, but it had felt warm and good.
Claire shuddered and clasped her hands. This was improper. That was... truly... improper, wasn't it?
If the rod had grown strong through holy power, didn't that mean... the goddess had permitted it? If it were wrong, it surely would have been purified.
Claire pulled out the ring. Carefully opening the case revealed the pure white band. She took it out and gripped it.
Just once... just one more check.
It might have been a mistake. Claire swallowed the ring. With no water this time, it was a bit tough, but she forced it down with pooled saliva.
Soon, a familiar sensation stirred in her lower body. Claire hiked up her clothes and tugged down her underwear slightly. Plump. The rod sprang out. Silently, she channeled holy power into it. Once more, it throbbed to life, healthy and erect.
It had seemed grotesque at first, but now, believing it blessed by the goddess, it looked noble. Claire gazed at the sleeping Asha again. Her flesh peeked provocatively through the tight nun's habit. Her chest rose and fell with breaths, still flushed from the kiss. Her lips glistened with their mingled saliva.
Claire swallowed dryly. Staring at Asha made the goddess-permitted rod feel like it was swelling. No—it actually was. Transparent fluid beaded from the tip like droplets from a faucet, drip, drip, soaking Asha's clothes.
Instinctively, Claire climbed atop Asha, straddling her. Her hands planted beside Asha's head. Her knees dug into soft thighs on either side. The emotions in her crimson eyes were complex, but they soon reached one conclusion.
The rod was permitted by the goddess. To her friend, asleep so defenselessly... a warning... Thinking about it, her dear friend clearly hadn't learned her lesson. Falling asleep so vulnerably after such an ordeal—she needed a bit more teaching.
This must be why the goddess granted it to her. Yes... so this was the goddess's will. As her proxy, it was her duty.
Claire exhaled raggedly and hiked up Asha's clothes. Pulling from the hem revealed slick, glistening mounds, already leaking sticky fluid in anticipation. Meanwhile, her dear friend slumbered on, hands clasped in prayer, oblivious.
A goddess-permitted tool and a friend asleep in prayer, refusing to wake. No coincidence. It all felt predestined. Claire aimed her swollen rod—empowered by holy magic—at the pink slit.
A wet squelch, but naturally, it slid away without entering.
"Hngh...!"
A pleasure-laced voice escaped Asha. Claire felt the rod harden further.
"...!"
Insufficient holy power? With no experience, Claire poured more into the rod. It soon took the form she'd seen earlier that day. Gripping the tip, she guided it toward the pink crevice.
Squelch—
The now-ferocious rod began prying open Asha's slit.