Stress Relief
Drip... Viola's pussy was soaking wet. Soaked was putting it mildly—it was downright drenched.
"Viola, you're already plenty wet."
"Y-yes..."
"How did you get so wet? Are you still having trouble holding it in?"
"It's not... that..."
Viola turned her face away, looking uncomfortable—or maybe just embarrassed.
Beautiful. Adorable. That's the kind of sight that inspired those words.
"I'm just teasing, Viola."
I grabbed her lower body and pulled her toward me.
"Priest... Ahh...!"
-Squeeze...!
I gripped her hips, clutching that plump ass tight as I buried my face in her luscious pussy.
-Slurp! Suck! Slurrrp! Slurp!
"Hnnngh, haaang, haaang, priest, Father Kasian, F-Father...!"
Viola clutched lightly at my head, calling out to me desperately, but I ignored her.
I had no intention of answering her in the first place.
Her calling my name was just an act of pleasure in itself—like masturbation.
Why should I respond to that?
If she seemed truly uncomfortable or in pain, I might reconsider, but that wasn't the case.
On the contrary...
-Squeeeze...!
Viola was gripping my head and subtly pulling me closer to her.
As if begging me to suck her pussy harder, to ravage her more, to devour her deeper.
For her... for me... I teased her even more fervently.
-Slurrrrrp! Slurp! Suck! Slurp! Kiss!
"Hnn! Hnnngh, haaang...! Ahh! Ang! Haaang...!"
When I lightly kissed her pussy lips, Viola shivered with the cutest reaction.
Even a masochist like her, who craved force and roughness, melted even more from these gentle torments now and then.
Maybe it matched her tastes perfectly, or maybe it was just how a woman's body worked—who knew? But one thing was certain: she was utterly lovable either way.
-Grip...!
"Hnnnngh... F-Father...!"
Viola trembled as she called my name.
Her voice brimmed with arousal, and only then did I realize how hard I was clutching her ass.
"You like having your ass grabbed, don't you, Viola? Does just touching it make you cum like a bitch in heat?"
With her lewd pussy dripping honey right in front of me, I asked, and she answered in a hazy voice.
"Y-yes... I-I'm... so lewd... When Father Kasian squeezes my ass... I get so excited... I'm a bitch nun..."
I was taken aback.
Viola had always been so pure; she rarely knew dirty words.
At most, she knew basics like "pussy" or "cock"—stuff any woman her age might.
But hearing her say "bitch nun" like that? It turned me on even more. Made her seem even lewder, somehow.
Either way, it was a filthy, arousing phrase. Bitch nun.
-Smack!
"Hyang...!"
I smacked the ass I was squeezing without thinking.
I wanted to hit her bare skin, so I stripped off her clothes and spanked her again.
-Smack!
"Haaaang...!"
In that moment, I saw her even lewder side.
She clearly felt it more intensely on bare skin than through clothes—proof of her slutty nature.
It was too much. I couldn't hold back anymore.
-Squeeze
"P-Priest...?"
I hugged her hips again, stroking her ass.
Then...
-Slide
I flicked her panties aside with my tongue.
"P-Priest... W-wait just... a sec..."
Too late.
-Suck
"Hiiiik...!!"
Her hands gripped my head harder.
Her body shivered violently.
Feeling that, I thrust my tongue inside her.
-Slurp
"Hnnnngh...!"
-Tremble tremble -Shiver shiverrrr
Just my tongue entering her made her lower body quake, but I never missed her adorable reactions—I devoured her pussy even more greedily.
-Slurrrrrrp! Slurrrrp! Slurp! Slurp!
"Hauuuung...! Priest, Father... Your tongue's inside... wriggling... deep inside... Ah, there...! Haaaang...!"
Her body shook. Her whole body was trembling.
Her honey flowed endlessly, but even better, her body seemed about to collapse.
I hugged her tight, ready to catch her if she fell.
And...
-Shiver... -Wobble
Sure enough, pleasure overwhelmed her, and she crumpled.
I caught her in my arms.
"P-Priest... Th-thank you...!"
Me, who'd just been slurping her pussy juices like mad, received her thanks.
In that instant, I lost all reason. Like a thread snapping inside me.
"P-Priest...?"
She called out, but it didn't matter.
I yanked off my pants, freeing my fully erect cock.
-Grip -Thrust...!
"Haaaaaaaang...!"
Her moan echoed as I laid her down and embraced her.
-Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound!
Hugging her body tight, I pistoned wildly, fucking her senseless. She came over and over on my thrusts.
"Haaaang... Too much... I-I can't take it... Hyauung, ng, ang, aaa, it's too much, Father, too muuuch... Hyaaaang♡"
Her voice mixed raw excitement and moans, so I slammed my hips even harder.
-Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her body rocked endlessly on the floor as she screamed in ecstasy.
And as always, she came first.
"Nooo, not here, not here, nooo, Father, Father, F-Fatherrr...!"
"Noooooooong...♡♡"
-Squirt! Spurt! Spurt! Squirttt! -Shiver shiverrrrrr...
Her body convulsed wildly, pussy juices squirting out.
Even seeing she'd hit her limit, I gripped her hips and kept pounding. Relentlessly.
Treating her not as a person, but like a living onahole.
-Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Despite cumming harder than usual, she stayed conscious, moaning nonstop.
"Ang, ang, ah, ugh, nooo, too much, too muuuch, I'm breaking, breakingggg♡♡"
"You won't break, Viola. Almost there...!"
"Ah, nooo, stop, stoooop...!"
But her legs wrapped around me. As if begging me to cum inside, to fill her with my seed.
I gave her the honest response her honest body deserved.
-Spurrrrrt!
"Hnnnngh...♡"
Her body shuddered again as my cum flooded her, legs quaking.
But only for a moment—soon, she went limp.
Overwhelmed by endless orgasms and final pleasure, she'd passed out.
I gazed at Viola twitching on the floor.
Still in her underwear, trembling all over—she was perfect jerk-off material just like that.
-Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke
My cock hardened again; I aimed it at her and jerked off.
-Spurt!
Fresh cum splattered her pristine, beautiful body. Savoring that sight, I started cleaning up.
Of course, I burned the image of Viola defiled by me into my mind.
It was a beauty like no other.
*
After tidying up and carrying the collapsed Viola to her room, I called out to the man lurking nearby.
"...Sebastian, how long are you going to hide there?"
A bat—out of place in broad daylight—fluttered over at my words.
"As expected of my master—you noticed my familiar."
He hadn't watched Viola and me fuck. I'd sensed the presence just before.
But it still pissed me off.
"Why was your familiar here?"
"Call me through it whenever you need me!"
"...Fine. Hope it's useful."
His voice dripped pure loyalty, so I let it slide without thinking.
...Not that I had much choice.
His devotion bordered on fanaticism; my words wouldn't sway him anyway.