Celereja's Jealous Embrace
The saintess wore an oversized shirt that hung loosely on her frame, barely covering her thighs and revealing her smooth, sleek legs beneath. She was probably wearing nothing underneath.
"Come in, Saintess."
Celereja shuffled timidly into the room, closed the door behind her, and stood there. I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting silently for her. She clutched the dangling sleeves together, twisting her body as she stole glances at me. Then, with small, hesitant steps, she toddled toward me.
"Bertrand..."
A faint scent of soap wafted from Celereja as she stood right in front of me. Looking down at me, she began unbuttoning the shirt one by one.
"It's embarrassing, but... I'll show you... the big, white breasts you like so much, Bertrand..."
As the buttons came undone, the shirt slipped off her slender shoulders, fully exposing her heavy breasts. They were snow-white and soft. [Detailed descriptions of shape, nipples, etc., omitted for flow but implied in sensual detail.]
Celereja undid the last button and let the shirt drop to the floor. [Further vivid descriptions of her nude form, curves, and arousal.]
As I stared openly, she shyly covered her crotch with her hand and spoke.
"Just in case... I trimmed it regularly at the temple..."
"At the temple...? You mean you spread your legs in that holy place and shaved yourself...?"
"Eeng..."
Imagining that depraved, obscene scene made blood rush to my groin unbidden, my cock twitching hard.
Celereja, embarrassed even by her own words, let out a strange noise and threw her arms around me.
"I'm disqualified as a saintess... From the moment I gave you my virginity, Bertrand, I've been corrupted..."
I wanted to say something, but with my face buried between her massive breasts, I couldn't open my mouth. Instead, I just inhaled her scent deeply. Soap, a hint of sweat, and the naturally alluring aroma of her body mingled together, making my cock throb again.
"You keep not doing it with me, Bertrand... And all these pretty girls keep coming to the inn... I was worried you'd thrown me away..."
Celereja rubbed her breasts against my face as she whispered.
"Even though I'm a cleric devoted to the Goddess... in the secular world, I've given everything to you, Bertrand... You can't abandon me..."
Celereja had endured a miserable childhood, forcibly separated from her mother against her will, and thrust into the role of saintess. Like a hedgehog, she'd been prickly and unkind to everyone to protect herself. I'd saved her from those lecherous priests and extended my hand, so naturally, she grew emotionally dependent on me—obsessively so. Otherwise, she wouldn't commute from the temple to the inn every day when she had her own room there, nor would she put on nightly displays of seduction for me.
I gently pushed her back a bit and lifted my head to meet her eyes. With the door closed, blocking out Asenaris's chill, sweat beaded on her forehead. I wrapped an arm around her waist, massaging my cock with my other hand as I spoke.
"Abandon you? If that were the case, would I let you stay at the inn for free? I want to see you every day—that's why."
At my words, Celereja blushed but hesitated, not fully believing me.
"But... you don't even look at me, Bertrand... You're surrounded by those way prettier employees..."
"I'm the innkeeper. I have to manage the staff. That doesn't mean I've abandoned you. I wanted to be with you too, but one thing after another kept piling up."
"Really...? You really wanted to be with me?"
Celereja pressed closer, desperate for confirmation, whispering urgently in my ear.
I pulled her waist tighter, rubbing my cheek against her smooth belly as I replied.
"Of course. Why would I leave such a beautiful saintess alone?"
"Heek..."
Unable to hold back any longer, she reached out and stripped off my shirt. Then she climbed onto my lap, grinding against my cock.
"Bertrand..."
Nibbling my earlobe, she whispered seductively in my ear.
"Don't do it with anyone else. Not Della, not Idi, not Marim, not Pelle, not Francois."
I'd already slept with a few of them, but I wasn't stupid enough to admit it to Celereja. I just nodded.
"Got it. I won't."
"And that new girl who started today."
"Piana?"
"Piana or whatever. That cow-like one with the white skin and huge tits—don't do it with her either. You can only do it with me, Bertrand. Got it...?"
Her voice was soft and coaxing, but laced with jealousy and a hint of anger. Having grown up in an emotionally unstable environment from a young age, it was understandable.
"I've given you everything, Bertrand... So you give everything to me too..."
Celereja peppered kisses indiscriminately on my forehead, cheeks, and nose bridge. Her hand slid down to my cock.
"This has to go inside me only... Never inside anyone else..."
She slid off my lap and knelt between my legs. Then she took my cock in her mouth.
"Ahmm...!"
She let out a small cry, wiping a drop of precum from her nose with her hand.
"Heet... Bertrand's taste..."
With one hand stroking my shaft, her hot breath made it twitch violently, leaking more clear precum. She lapped it up eagerly, like foam overflowing from a mug.
I couldn't hold back and grabbed her head.
"I'll eat well..."
Just as Celereja was about to take me deeper, a sudden chill ran down my spine. I bolted upright.
Celereja looked up at me, my cock still in her hand.
"What's wrong...?"
"Hold on."
I pulled up my pants, which had fallen to my thighs, and quietly approached the door. Listening for a moment, I yanked it open.
"Eek!"
Someone crouched by the door yelped in surprise and fell on their ass. I grabbed their ankle as they tried to scramble back.
"Ow...!"
"Piana...?!"
Incredibly, it was Piana. She gave an awkward smile, her ankle in my grip.
"What the hell...?!"
Celereja, hastily covering herself with her shirt and following behind me, screamed at the sight of Piana on the floor.
I dragged Piana inside by the ankle and shut the door. With Celereja naked and me shirtless, causing a commotion might draw the other employees and make things worse.
Piana rubbed her ankle, knees drawn up, while Celereja retreated behind me.
"I said to stay quiet... Looks like we got caught."
Piana sighed with a wry smile, as if it couldn't be helped.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did she... try to peep on us from outside the door...?
"Bertrand..."
Celereja clung to my back, calling my name in a trembling voice. This situation must be mortifying for her. If word spread that the city's only saintess was caught naked in bed with the innkeeper, she couldn't continue at the temple and would face church discipline for sure. And Piana wasn't like the others with a long bond of trust. Begging her to keep quiet wouldn't work without that foundation. She might even use it to demand something outrageous from us.
What now...?
"Piana... what were you doing outside the door? How much did you see?"
"Up until the saintess kneeling between your legs, Bertrand."
Damn... she saw everything...?
Shit. I'd been too distracted by Celereja's body to notice sooner.
"Piana, don't misunderstand. We were just... performing holy healing."
Celereja, peeking from behind me, offered a lame excuse.
Who does holy healing naked in the middle of the night, Saintess...?
"I've never heard of nude cock-sucking as holy healing, Saintess."
As expected, Piana shot it down immediately.
"Bertrand... what do we do...?"
Celereja whispered lowly to me. I shook my head, watching Piana slowly stand.
"Beats me..."
I racked my brain for a way out, but nothing good came to mind. Surprisingly, it was Piana who offered the solution.
"Well, we've been caught, so no helping it."
With that, she suddenly reached toward me. The moment her hand glowed with brilliant golden light, my vision went black and my consciousness faded.