Lucia (3): Ecstasy and Reciprocity
Lucia was always so kind. People's images of a saintess might vary a little, but at least she perfectly matched my idea of what a "saintess" should be like.
And yet, here was Lucia, letting out crude, vulgar moans as she climaxed over and over.
"Hii, mmph— oh, oh, ooooh… oh, oogh, th-that— ngh—"
I didn't even need to move my hips. Just keeping my cock buried deep inside her was enough—her hole wrapped around me and squeezed on its own. The slick, drenched inner walls clung to my shaft, writhing and twitching. Every time that happened, her sensitive spots grazed against me, sending her into orgasm all by herself.
"Does it feel good, Lady Lucia?"
I asked her, her hazy, unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling. Of course it felt good. She wouldn't have that look on her face otherwise.
"Y-yes, it… f-far more than I… i-imagined…"
More than she imagined? So she'd fantasized about this. About me… ravaging her?
"I see. I'm glad."
My hips were still wedged deep between her thighs. I had no intention of pulling out. Instead, I pressed in a little harder, crushing her depths.
"Hii, hiiik, tha-ngh— oooh, oh…!"
I ground against her steadily, stirring up her deepest recesses. I probed that tight, narrow hole that clung so stickily to my cock, searching for her sensitive spots. No—more like the spots where her desire had pooled thickest.
"Let me find the place where Lady Lucia's desires have gathered most."
I rotated my hips gently, shifting my cock. Truth be told, she came every time I grazed any part of her, like her pussy was a minefield of weak spots. But the ceiling side—the upper wall—drew the strongest reaction. She'd loved it before when my fingers had scratched there. She was climaxing hard enough now, but… let's try it.
I angled my hips just so, using the firm ridge of my glans to softly scrape the wrinkled cluster on her upper wall. Her reaction was way more… lewd than I'd expected.
"Nngooohhh— oh, ooohhh, oh, ook—!"
A vulgar moan utterly unfit for an apprentice saintess echoed through the infirmary. Her back arched off the bed, her body convulsing in the throes of ecstasy. Her hands clutched the bedsheets, trembling in time with the spasms of her pussy. Her habit hid it well, but… her belly seemed to bulge out a bit.
"Heh, hehh, hek— heh, heuh—"
Having cum so blissfully, Lucia lay there limp, her face slack and dazed as she caught her breath.
Come to think of it, she'd mentioned the time earlier. She had about an hour of leeway. I glanced at the clock—over 40 minutes had already passed. That left around 20.
She must have seen me check, because amid her lingering tremors, she spoke in a voice thick with arousal.
"Th-the time… it's still okay, Mr. Theo… so, please… f-finish me…"
"Pardon? Finish…?"
In this situation, "finish" could only mean one thing. The moment she said it, two thoughts flashed through my mind. First, the risks of a creampie. No matter what, inside was dangerous. Second, the raw excitement any man would feel.
As those two impulses tugged at me, Lucia spoke again.
"I-I'm… fine with it, Mr. Theo… This is just another form of the love you bestow… part of the Goddess's will to release my deepest desires, so… no need to worry…"
Her openly begging for a creampie—how deep did her desires run? Honestly, even without her saying it, I could barely resist the urge to fill her up.
"Understood."
I wasn't some expert at this, despite my role. I'd been teetering on the edge, barely holding back. Consent given. Time ticking down. I pulled my hips back slightly, gripped her waist with both hands, and slammed forward hard, burying myself to the hilt.
Paang!
The clean slap of my hips against her soft flesh rang through the infirmary. That heavy thud against her womb must have been intense for her.
"Oh… oh, ook…"
Her hips quivered as she slipped into another climax. Her pussy clenched from base to tip, milking me like it wanted every drop. I couldn't hold back. I came.
Thick, sticky semen surged through my urethra, flooding out in ropes. Not a drop wasted—it all filled Lucia's depths.
"Hii, kyuuu— hoooh, oh, oh… ah, inside… it's, filling…"
Feeling my hot, gooey cum—my love—pour into her, Lucia plunged into a profound orgasm. Her ecstatic, joyous expression, gazing into the distance, had a strangely erotic tinge.
"Haa, ah…"
Until the last spurt, I panted roughly, pressing my cock deep inside. It felt like my soul was being sucked out with my release.
For a moment, we both lay silent, basking in the afterglow.
Lucia spoke first.
"Thank… you so much… Mr. Th-Theo… for giving me… so much love, for my sake…"
One hand on her lower belly, she expressed her gratitude.
"N-no, it's nothing. Just doing my job."
Though honestly, watching her cum was incredibly arousing.
I slowly pulled back, extracting my cock from her depths. Even that drew a small, moan-laced breath from her. Finally free, her entrance gaped slightly, winking. A thick strand of my fresh cum trickled out.
"Ah…"
Still legs splayed wide, Lucia sat up on the bed, staring down at it. I couldn't read her emotions exactly, but she seemed a little regretful.
Anyway, I couldn't send her off like this. I scrambled up and grabbed a hand towel from the infirmary supplies.
"H-here, wipe with this for now, Lady Lucia."
"Pardon? Ah… th-thank you."
Blushing late as shame hit her, she took it and cleaned up quickly. The spilled cum and juices smeared on her thighs vanished, and with her clothes straightened, she looked normal again. I tried not to think about my load sloshing in her belly beneath it all.
"Thank you for indulging my desires, Mr. Theo."
She stood from the bed, checked the time, and thanked me again.
"No, no. It's my duty."
From the Goddess herself, no less.
I figured she'd head to her next class, but I was wrong. Standing before me, fiddling with her platinum blonde hair, she made a proposal.
"Um… I confessed my desires today, so next time… I want to know yours, Mr. Theo."
"N-no need for that. This is for your sake, so it's fine."
It couldn't become about my selfish lust. I planned to politely decline.
But her resolve was firm. And logical.
"A saintess can't just receive help one-sidedly. Repaying in kind is only natural, and…"
She glanced up at me slyly, and our eyes met—my heart skipped.
"…D-do you perhaps… feel no desire for me…?"
Wait, hold on. I couldn't answer honestly here. Telling an apprentice saintess outright, "Of course I do, plenty," would be disastrous.
…But I had no choice. I'm not devout, but I'm terrible at lying.
"O-of course! I… have felt it… sometimes."
"Aha… good."
Good? She looked pleased.
"Then I'll head back for today, Mr. Theo."
"Ah… yes, Lady Lucia. See you next time."
As she left the infirmary, her beaming smile was as beautiful as ever—lovely, kind, gentle. Exactly the saintess smile from my ideals.