Claire's Midnight Sacrament
Claire's rod, prying open the parted slit, began to slide in slowly. The flesh, as if it had been eagerly awaiting this moment, clung tightly to her shaft. It wasn't that she was inserting it slowly on purpose—it was a situation where she had to go slow. The pressure was entirely different from what her hands or mouth could provide, making Claire hesitate with her hips. As the ridges bulging along her shaft scraped against the folds of flesh, the displaced inner walls slapped back against it with a wet smack. It was an insertion that seemed to grind with a drrrk sound.
Claire immersed herself in it as if it were her divine mission from above, but then she paused her thrusting hips for a moment. Lowering her head, she saw Asha's face flushed red. Asha let out a strange moan, as if she had no idea what was happening, her hot breath spilling over Claire. The warm puff against her chest made Claire's body tremble. Claire's gaze swept over Asha. Her body looked utterly feverish, but her closed eyes remained serene.
...There's no way this is just coincidence, even if she won't wake up like this.
With that thought, Claire shook off the sticky clinging flesh and thrust her hips forcefully toward the depths. Her rod reached deep inside, pounding against Asha's core with heavy thuds.
"Ahhk!?"
A sharp scream escaped Asha as her hips lifted slightly. Startled by the sudden closeness, Claire lost her balance and collapsed fully onto Asha. Through the texture of her nun's habit, Claire felt something soaking her belly and clothes, sticking to her skin. Beyond the wetness was Asha's warm body heat... and beyond that, the sensation of her own body pressed against it. Her mind spun at the realization. The addictive pleasure spreading from her rod throughout her body. She tried to excuse it as God's arrangement, but the guilt of violating her sleeping friend was inescapable. For Claire, who had only just taken her first steps into sexual stimulation, it was... too much.
Claire trembled violently, her hips buried deep, clutching Asha tightly as she poured out her seed. Her cum surged in thick spurts, filling Asha's belly, then trickled back out along her slightly deflating shaft through the slit. Lost in the afterglow of her climax, Claire suddenly felt it would be a shame to end it there. With that thought, she unwittingly channeled holy power into her rod. As a result, the ordinary shaft regained its monstrous form once more.
Claire sat up, her lips slick with saliva, and checked Asha's face. It was a familiar expression. The seniors she'd secretly watched overlapping bodies in their beds—one of them pinned beneath, moaning and writhing, her face just like this. When their eyes met in the dim light, she'd finger her lips as if pleading for silence, only for her features to slacken into a dopey grin...
...Of course, the situation isn't exactly the same.
Claire felt a mix of satisfaction and relief. At least it wasn't just her enjoying it.
'Still... a little more...'
Claire pulled her body up and slowly withdrew her hips. With a gritty drddk, tzrrk, her monstrous rod emerged bit by bit. Her cum mixed with Asha's fluids, foaming white. As she tried to pull out completely, Asha's inner walls clung desperately, as if refusing to let go, nearly dragging outward.
"Ngh..."
Pressing with her fingers, she finally extracted it, and with a gush! her seed spilled out from the gap. It looked almost like cleaning before going back in. Claire blushed for a moment, then flipped Asha's body over.
...Was it because facing her directly was too stimulating? Claire's thoughts were unclear, but she wordlessly gripped her throbbing rod and carefully maneuvered Asha's body.
Even fully flipped, Asha's body was enticing. Not seeing her face made it a bit better, but the wide hips and firm, plump ass were temptingly fleshed out, the tight clothes brazenly outlining her pelvis and the deep dip of her waist. Claire realized her nonexistent—no, now existent—rod was fully aroused again. Swallowing hard, she lifted the nun's habit covering the ass, revealing the still-dripping slit slick with fluids.
Claire aimed once more. Her remarkable adaptability let her slot the rod into the gap despite it being her first time in this position. The insertion began anew. The shaft invaded even deeper. The bucking body, the leaking hot moans, the pleasure crawling up her spine. The room grew sticky and sweltering. Claire began pistoning her hips. Roughly, as if resentful of her earlier climax from mere insertion.
"Hng...!"
Slap! Slap! The sound of Claire and Asha's flesh colliding rang out loudly. The sticky fluids leaking from Asha's slit made lewd squelching noises. When the rod withdrew, Asha's body flattened to the bed. When Claire thrust hard, her waist arched like a bow. Saliva drooling from Asha's mouth soaked the sheets. Claire's fragile rationality faded further.
What does this situation arranged by the Goddess mean? Strictly speaking, woman-on-woman union... doesn't violate doctrine... right? Ah, whatever. Sorry... but it feels... so... good. Good.
Soon, the room held only one soundly sleeping female, oblivious to being bred, and a pseudo-male shaking her hips madly to impregnate her. The statue of the Goddess on the table seemed to watch the scene intently.
Before long, silence fell over the room filled with obscene sounds—because Claire, glued to Asha, had buried her hips deep and begun releasing her seed again.
In the midst of it, Asha, face buried in the bed, dimly opened her eyes.
...Is this a dream right now...?
Her body felt heavy, unable to muster strength—like sleep paralysis. The familiar pleasure flooding her suppressed form dragged her hazy mind even deeper, rather than waking it.
I've gone mad, dreaming something like this.
"Hngh, hngk!"
With a short moan, Asha passed out cold. Claire, oblivious, kept shaking her hips frantically until the holy-powered rod finally faded.
Since it was Claire's isolated space away from the other nuns, no one noticed the commotion.
...Or perhaps they were busy among themselves.
I blinked and fully opened my eyes. My body felt refreshed. Was it because I'd slept so deeply? Claire's massage must have worked wonders. Turning my head to look around, I was still in the room where I'd fallen asleep last night. Sunlight poured through the white-curtained window. Below it sat Claire, eyes closed, hands clasped as she murmured something—praying, probably. Her pious demeanor made me hold my breath, not wanting to disturb her.
Killing time until fully awake, I stared blankly at the ceiling, then reached out—only to find I'd been changed into clothes. Not the nun's habit, but the ones I'd worn arriving at the temple. A quick feel confirmed proper underwear too.
'...Did Claire change me?'
I must have been out cold, oblivious even to that... Fatigue must have really piled up; I'd slept like the dead. Then, a lingering dream fragment surfaced. Buried in the sheets... being ravished. My body frozen like sleep paralysis... Not a ghost or undead, surely— this was a temple. So, purely my... um... sexual frustration? Why? I'd never even had a wet dream before. No clue how this happened.
I have no idea how Claire recognized me, but if she did, my essence hasn't changed. I shelved the unsolvable mystery for now. Thinking about it just pulled me deeper into a quagmire.
"...You're awake?"
Claire opened her eyes, sensing my stirring, and approached.
"Y-yeah... You changed my clothes, right?"
She hesitated briefly, then helped me sit up.
"...Yeah."
Feeling guilty for the trouble, I scratched my head sheepishly.
"S-sorry... Must've been rough on you. Travel fatigue lingered; I just crashed hard."
Thinking back, it was the day I got off the train, with all that chaos—totally understandable. My stamina's shot anyway.
"...I see."
Claire murmured softly, avoiding my eyes. Bad vibes.
"...I didn't do anything embarrassing in my sleep, did I?"
"N-no! Nothing. Yeah..."
"Good."
Suddenly, she grabbed both my hands, eyes intense.
"Asha."
"Y-yeah?"
"Would you... consider staying here longer...?"
Her face held some backstory. But I couldn't.
Too busy patching myself up. As I opened my mouth, she shook her head.
"No, forget I asked. Silly question."
She said the others would arrive soon and led me outside, veiled like our first meeting. At the grand door, she muttered something.
"...Later, definitely... talk... then..."
"Claire?"
She flinched visibly under the veil, then replied in her usual tone.
"Walk straight out this door, and your friends will be waiting. I'll... head back. Urgent business."
"Okay? You sure you don't wanna see Veronica?"
She seemed hesitant, but resolute.
"...Not now... I want to, but duty calls. Tell her hi for me."
"No problem."
She'd been swamped yesterday anyway. We chatted about meeting again, then parted. Her direction read "Confessional" or something. Busy from morning. Yesterday's test on holy power yielded results—not a total waste. Dragging my surprisingly hale body—considering I'd starved—I headed to meet the group.
Finally, time to see my no-show master.