Banquet (3)
I've just learned something new. Kissing is harder than I thought. When do you even breathe? I was so careful not to let our teeth clatter. But it was good enough to shove all those worries aside. The mood? The sensation? I don't know exactly what made it so great, but it just was.
The slow dance of our tongues intertwining, the way our breaths grew ragged and urgent yet our lips stayed locked—it was all intoxicating. Kissing was more difficult than I'd imagined. And far more lascivious.
"Hah... haa... haa... ah..."
After what felt like an eternity of tangled tongues, our lips finally parted. We'd exchanged breaths and saliva in abundance, reluctant to separate. Lucia, panting heavily, gazed at me without wiping the saliva from her lips.
Then, suddenly, she swayed and stumbled forward into me. I was right there, so she didn't fall, but...
"Ah, sor... sorry. My legs feel a bit weak..."
She murmured against my chest, her warm breath tickling through my shirt.
"T-Teacher..."
"Yes?"
"If... if it's okay with you, Teacher, could we... maybe do a little more...? What do you think...?"
Still leaning into me, Lucia made her request without lifting her head. This is where she differs so clearly from Claudia. Claudia whines like a cute child, but Lucia is more mature. She asks politely for permission, yet she's honest about her desires. You can tell exactly what she wants.
My answer is obvious, of course. Positive.
"I'd like that too."
I'm grateful she brought it up first.
"Ah... yes. Th-then..."
Lucia slowly raised her head, closing her eyes just a bit and waiting. That expression—it's adorable. Full of anticipation, tension, excitement, trembling. A hint of arousal mixed in too.
I'd love to keep watching her like this, but duty calls. ...Wait, why not just keep my eyes open while kissing? Simple.
I tilted my head toward her, leaned in, and cracked my eyes open—unlike before. The moment our lips met, Lucia's eyes squeezed shut. As our tongues slipped through the parting lips and entwined...
"......"
Her tension eased, her body growing limp. Our breaths were sticky. Or maybe her saliva was warm. The seal of our lips was busy, my tongue exploring her mouth. When I wrapped mine around hers—which she held still, unsure—
"Mm, mmp... m, mm...♡"
She let out a small sound of surprise and embarrassment but didn't pull away. This time, I moved my hands too. Subtly wrapping around her waist, I pulled her closer, then downward a bit. Along the curve bulging under her habit's skirt, feeling soft flesh. Her ass. Big and plush.
No thoughts, no hesitation. Fingers splayed wide, I gripped it slowly.
"Ngh, nng..."
A tiny sound leaked from her. Her eyelids lifted halfway, peeking at me slyly. But I'd been watching her all along. Our eyes met.
"...Mmmph, mm, mph...!"
Her eyes widened, darted left and right, then squeezed shut again. It made me want to do more, so I slowly kneaded her ass with my fingers.
"Hngh, mm, haa-mmm—♡ mm, mph..."
Her waist twitched sharply. She seemed about to say something, so I pulled back to check.
"Pah, haa, hoo, haa—♡ haa, ha, haaa—♡"
Her breaths trembled more sweetly than after our first kiss. A glistening thread stretched between our lips before snapping. As she steadied herself, Lucia looked at me and spoke.
"Teacher... you touched me so suddenly, I was a little... startled..."
"Ah... sor, sorry."
Did I get too excited? No regrets, though. And no intention of letting go of her ass right now.
"This place... really, no one will come, right...?"
The banquet table was cleared, the vast room silent. It's only used for dinners anyway. No one would come.
"Of course. No special-purpose rooms nearby either."
Lucia paused briefly, swallowed hard, then said, "Then... please, Teacher."
I knew exactly what she meant. I'd brought it up first, after all. No hesitating or half-heartedness.
"Understood."
The room was mostly empty now—huge table and a few chairs. For what we were about to do... the chairs seemed best. No armrests, nicely cushioned.
I pulled one out and sat, patting my thigh while looking at her.
"Sit here."
"On... your lap, Teacher?"
"Yes, exactly."
She approached with shy, hesitant steps.
"T-Teacher...?"
"Yes?"
"Which... direction should I...?"
Her hesitation made sense. And I already had the answer.
"Facing me."
"Facing..."
Her ears flushed crimson as she repeated my words. No need to rush her. She stepped forward on her own. Awkwardly spreading her legs, she straddled me.
"...Am I... too heavy...?"
Her voice was half its usual volume.
"Not at all. Are you comfortable, Lucia?"
A polite question, but her reply was surprisingly earnest.
"Yes... this closeness feels... even better, a little."
That answer made me embarrassed—I've been hard since the kissing. No, not embarrassed. It's necessary preparation for my duty.
Right.
"I'm ready. Shall we start?"
Her hands gripped my shoulders like she was holding on. "Start" was pretty direct, even by my standards. But she'd never refuse.
She bit her lip lightly and nodded. Then, let's begin.
I slid my hands downward, into the slit of her habit. Brushing her thigh lightly inward, deeper. To the warm, damp space between her legs.
"Hii, mmph..."
A soft, short breath from Lucia. My fingertips met her panties. She's already on my lap—too much hassle to remove them fully. I just need to shift the fabric aside. Gently tugging sideways, I exposed her.
She said nothing throughout, just gripping my shoulders tightly at eye level, silent.
Time for a small request.
"Lucia."
"Y-yes?"
"Could you take off my pants? It's tight and hard to move."
Her gaze dropped to the bulging front of my pants pressing against her.
"...Yes."
Still seated on my thighs, her hands reached my waist. She unbuckled my belt, paused to steel herself, then pulled down.
Her awkward touch over my pants was tantalizing. No need to remove them fully—just enough for my erection to spring free. Thanks to her, my cock, trapped beneath, finally breathed fresh air.
"Ah..."
A breathy sigh. My throbbing erection twitched right in front of her.
"Good."
Now her turn.
"Grab my shoulders, Lucia."
"L-like this...?"
Her hands tightened on me.
"Yes. Now, lower your hips yourself to start."
"M-me... to start...? But, can I do it right...?"
I understood her worry. But this position focuses on the woman's pleasure. She controls the pace and depth to suit herself. The man supports.
...As Aria's book said.
"It's fine. Move to match your pleasure... your desire. No need to mind me."
"...I understand, Teacher."
Just before moving, she looked at me.
"I'll do my best... to feel good with you, Teacher."
Her body lifted slightly, drawing closer. Slowly, her entrance met my glans.
"No rush. Breathe deeply and lower slowly."
"Hoo, haa... haa, ah..."
Matching my words, she took deep breaths as her body descended. The warm, wet touch on my glans grew hotter, stickier.
"Ngh, mmph... hng, nng...♡"
Her breaths turned lewd too.
"Yes, good. Slowly... take your time for your pleasure."
I whispered calmly, holding still. The slick, wet flesh nibbling my glans felt electric. I craved to bury myself fully and feel that grip with my whole shaft. Her hands clutching my shoulders spasming cutely, arousingly. And her breath—deepening raggedly with each subtle drop of her hips. Hot, irregular. Lewd.
"Hoo, haaa—♡ ha, haa, Te, Teacher...♡"
Her voice calling me dripped with sticky pleasure now.
"Yes, Lucia. You're doing wonderfully."
If it continued like this, smoothly...
But my hand on her back—to steady her—was the problem. Tense, focused on her waist and pussy, the unexpected touch on her sensitive back startled her badly.
"Hii, hiik—!"
Like a spooked cat, her body jerked, focus shattered.
"Eh, wha?"
Legs giving out, she dropped straight down. The precarious insertion ended. In one shluck, my cock plunged fully inside her.
"Lu... Lucia? Are you okay...?"
Slumped against me, trembling violently. Face buried in my chest, I couldn't see her expression. Then, faint sounds.
"Oh...♡ Oh, oh...♡"
Short, debauched moans laced with deep bliss. Undeniable proof of climax—too intense for shame to suppress. The apprentice saintess, who moments ago hid her face shyly, now panted vulgarly atop me. Followed by tight, dizzying squeezes. Each moan clenched my cock kkwaaak—♡, her orgasmic tremors hugging flawlessly, soaked in her juices. Lucia was cumming. Deeply.