Coffee Rosens No. 1 Store (12)
I'd already guessed from the footsteps before turning around, but I lay back on the bed just as Celereja wanted. She climbed on top of my stomach and started ripping off her clothes with wild abandon.
"Saintess... can't we let it digest a bit first?"
"We'll digest it while we do it."
In an instant, Celereja stripped off her saintess robes and flung them to the corner of the room. Then she went for my clothes. Her hands were so rough that a few buttons popped off.
Once we were both naked, Celereja shoved my thing into her lower mouth without any prep whatsoever. I worried it might hurt since it was so tight... but that concern was unfounded. The saintess's crotch was already soaking wet and hot. She'd probably been like this ever since overhearing the newlyweds talking about sharing eggs earlier.
Confirming that I was fully inside her, Celereja started slamming her hips down viciously. Slap, slap, slap, slap. Without a single word, she moved her waist like a maniac. The room still held the daytime heat, making it stuffy, and Celereja quickly broke out in sweat. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and dripped onto my face and chest.
Every time her sweat-slick ass collided with my thighs, a wet squelch echoed through the room.
"Saintess...! Hold on...!"
Her furious hip movements were pushing me over the edge, so I grabbed her ass, lifted it, and pulled out. Celereja immediately slid down between my legs and chomped down on the tip.
"Urk...!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and gulped down the spurting semen, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks until not a drop remained. Then, without pause, she started bobbing her head. My spent cock, still limp from the first round, was thrashed around by her tongue inside her mouth. With her mouth washing it thoroughly and her hands teasing my groin, balls, and even my asshole, it had no choice but to harden again.
As it swelled back to life in her mouth, Celereja stood up, turned her back to me, and slowly lowered herself onto my crotch, guiding my rigid length into her lewd hole. Her smooth, narrow waist and massive ass glistened with sweat, and as she swept her hair up, the muscles in her back rippled. She tossed her hair once, planted both hands on my thighs, and began bouncing her hips up and down.
Celereja moved with such ferocity it felt like she'd yank me out by the root, filling the room with our moans and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh.
"Saintess, I'm gonna cum!"
The second climax. But instead of pulling away, Celereja ground her hips, forcing me as deep as possible.
"No, we can't..."
But it was too late—the baby batter had already flooded deep inside the saintess.
"Heh heh heh..."
Celereja let out a creepy chuckle as she kept rubbing her ass, determined not to let a single drop escape.
Is this really a saintess...?
It was only after a long while that Celereja carefully lifted her hips and stood. She blocked her crotch with her hand to keep the semen from leaking out and lay down slowly beside me.
"Saintess... even if you're in a rush, what if you get pregnant...?"
"If a 'mistake' baby happens, I'll just have to get defrocked..."
Her utterly irresponsible words made me burst out laughing.
"And then what? Live as a rogue saintess dodging the church's patrols?"
"Nooo... I'd come work at the inn?"
"The inn... haha... what can you even do?"
Celereja flashed a seductive smile.
"I'd be Bertrand's personal cum dump...?"
She's really... a saintess...?
But regardless, those vulgar, stimulating words made my lower half stir again. Celereja raised one arm, exposing her armpit, and said,
"Bertrand... you like armpits, right...? It's completely soaked..."
"Hmmm..."
I had no choice but to bury my face in Celereja's armpit and lick. I really had no choice. If you saw pristine white, smooth skin drenched in sweat and didn't lick it, you'd have to be impotent—or something worse.
Celereja let out a strange laugh as her other hand caressed my half-hard cock.
"Bertrand... if I accidentally get pregnant, then we get married."
"Muh...?"
"Yesss... you'd have to spend your life as my husband to atone for ruining a promising saintess's future."
What the hell is she saying? Anyone hearing that would think I'd raped her.
"Crush me every night and fill me up with baby batter. I'll be your personal toilet, just for Bertrand..."
I couldn't hold back anymore. I pulled my face from her armpit and said,
"Saintess! Where the hell do you learn this stuff?! It can't be from the seminary."
"The city library has..."
Aigoo... So the saintess was rummaging through the dirty books in the back of the library.
"I studied everything to figure out what Bertrand likes. Choking until you can't breathe, holding pee in your mouth while dragging you through town, tying you up and leaving you all day..."
"Urk... Saintess... snap out of it... don't corrupt the nuns too..."
"But I have to try for Bertrand's sake..."
This was driving me insane. I knew she was lewd, but not this much.
"More importantly, aren't you curious? About my sword or whatever?"
"No. I'm not curious anymore. As long as I can be with Bertrand, nothing else matters. What the sword is, who Bertrand really is—none of it matters."
Celereja took my hand and guided it between her legs.
"Do it quick. Chances like this don't come often. Ravish and ruin me until sunrise. Torment me obsessively until my mouth reeks of semen."
"Saintess. Never say that stuff except when you're with me. If the nuns overhear you practicing, it'll be a real disaster."
Celereja silenced my nagging with her lips. Her hot tongue invaded, tangling with mine, and thick saliva poured like a burst dam.
The saintess's holy fluids. Yeah. Tonight's all-night 'worship'.
After the devout, thorough worship, morning broke. Celereja's eyes were hollow, half-open, her body twitching. Each major spasm made her holes gape, spewing thick white semen in gushes. Her mouth reeked of cum instead of sweet fragrance—thanks to the all-night feast from both ends. Exaggerating a bit, she'd consumed more of my fluids than a feast from a landowner.
"You okay, Saintess?"
I gently touched her shoulder, and she flinched violently, curling into a shrimp pose.
"Uuuuugh... d-don't... t-touuuch..."
She whimpered incoherently, trembling.
Had she climaxed so much her body was broken...? I playfully smacked her ass, and her back arched sharply as she soaked the sheets with urine.
"I said don't...!!"
Overwhelmed by pleasure, Celereja snapped in anger.
"Sorry."
"Hnnngh... my body's ruined... take responsibility, Bertrand...!"
"Just use holy healing."
Her hand glowed golden. But instead of herself, it went for my cock. Revitalized, it sprang back to life.
"Haa... seriously..."
"Won't last long next time either..."
Celereja spread her legs and beckoned with a finger.
The landowner treated us to a lavish breakfast before we headed to the palace. Celereja waddling down the corridors, hand on her waist, looked ridiculous—like a dwarf laborer who'd caught a flu on a construction site.
"Bertrand... my waist, my jaw—everything hurts..."
"Told you to go easy."
"You kept pouncing on me..."
"You kept getting me hard—what, ignore it?"
"Fair point... hehe... but I got lots of baby batter..."
She stroked her lower belly with a creepy grin.
Hmm... if she actually gets pregnant, that'll be trouble... We'd finally raised her up nice, but expulsion from the church? And a picky replacement priest? Whatever, cross that bridge later. Last night was great anyway. The saintess's pussy was so snug and cozy. Like a custom hole made just for me... Gotta ask Ukun to soundproof my new employee dorm room.
The Caliph's room was extravagantly opulent. Gold and jewels adorned every surface in sight. Celereja forgot her back pain, staring blankly at it all.
The palace interpreter stood by the Caliph, translating our conversation. I showed him Bepaar's head and explained what happened. This demon was the sister of the great demon Margas, who'd caused trouble in Al-Zasha before, and the culprit behind ruining this coffee harvest. But Celereja, saintess of Verabche Kingdom, had resolved it, so no more weird phenomena.
The Caliph stroked his beard thoughtfully at the translation.
"Al-Zasha... Al-Zasha...? AH?!"
Suddenly, the Caliph bolted up from his cushions, jabbing his finger at me wildly and shouting.