Let Me Clean You Up
"Ah... Ahh..."
T-This feeling... It was so...
Under the priestess's rhythmic touch, the groans I had been desperately holding back began to grow louder.
If I let go of my senses for even a second, I felt like I would start drooling like an idiot.
"Ngh... P-Priestess. Down there... it feels strange..."
"Mmh... It feels strange...? Does it feel like... a lot of something is about to come out from inside...?"
"Ahhh..."
Every time she spoke, my shoulders trembled involuntarily.
Her voice was a soft whisper, gentle and comforting.
For a while now, her lips had been pressed right against my ear, never leaving it.
Naturally, this meant her large breasts were pressed even more softly against my back.
Her sweet, subtle scent was so thick that I wondered if it would linger on my skin for days.
Though embarrassed, I gathered my courage from her tender tone and spoke.
"Yes... Yes... I think it's going to come out. But, ah... what if... what if I pee...? I'd be so embarrassed..."
I had a vague idea that whatever was coming was different from urine.
I had overheard the mercenaries' dirty jokes before, and their talk of 'shooting' surely didn't refer to peeing.
But whatever it was, I was terrified that I might urinate at the same time.
If that actually happened... I didn't think I could ever survive the shame.
Hearing my words, I heard the priestess take a soft, deep breath.
Did she misunderstand what I meant?
She continued to whisper in a quiet, soothing voice.
"It's alright, Rowen. What's coming out isn't urine..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
"So, yes... don't think about anything and just let it all out..."
Slick... squelch, squelch, squelch...
Only the lewd friction sounds, unlike anything I had ever heard in my life, filled the room.
I couldn't even think of replying, entirely focused on the electric sensation surging through me.
Moreover, since a moment ago, right by my ear...
It's okay, don't worry, I'll help you, I'll make you feel good, just lean on me...
...voices of reassurance and encouragement like these echoed, melting my resolve.
It was an angelic whisper that made me want to surrender everything to her.
The soft whispers and the gentle movements of her hand...
These two unknown pleasures, experienced for the first time, were gradually driving me...
Overwhelmed by the boiling sensation, I grabbed one of the priestess's hands wrapped around my chest and panted pathetically.
"I-I'm about to...!!"
At my words, the priestess's hand gripping my penis moved with a final, rapid burst of speed.
The rhythmic stroking, made slick by the lubricating fluids, suddenly changed.
In an instant, it felt as if she were squeezing something out, and the wet, squelching sounds grew intense.
At that moment, unable to hold back any longer,
my hips shuddered as I sprayed a massive amount of something upward.
Spurt! Splurt...! Shoof. Spuuurrrttt...!!
It felt like ascending to heaven.
I was instantly liberated from that agonizingly tight, tingling sensation.
The pleasure was so intense that my eyes closed on their own.
"...Priestess?! Ah! Right now..."
"Mmh. Stay still, Rowen. Just stay still..."
Slurp, slurp...
Even as the fluid erupted from me, she continued to stroke my shaft.
It wasn't the long strokes from before, but a gentle, shaking motion around the middle of the shaft.
As if encouraging it to keep pouring out... under that subtle movement,
"Ah. N-Ngh... Haa... Ugh..."
"It's okay. It's alright..."
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.
With my already hyper-sensitive member continuously rubbed by her soft hand, I couldn't keep my senses straight.
I dug my heels into the bedsheets, my thighs trembling uncontrollably.
The eruptions continued intermittently for a while longer...
And amidst the hazy fog of overwhelming pleasure, I slowly opened my eyes.
I stared blankly down at myself.
A white, sticky substance... had sprayed everywhere, almost like urine.
Unlike urine, however, it was thick, viscous, and clumpy.
Just how much had come out?
Was all of this really stored inside my testicles?
It looked like enough to fill half of one of those large beer mugs I'd seen at the tavern.
The priestess's delicate hands were almost completely covered in my sticky, white fluid.
I had erupted so spectacularly that some of it had even splattered onto her arm, clinging to it in a long streak.
Naturally, my lower body was in an absolute mess as well.
Even after the ejaculation finished, the priestess didn't let go, keeping her hand wrapped around my penis for a while.
Even as the sticky fluid dripped down her fingers,
she gave it one last, slow stroke from base to tip, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop remaining inside.
The smell... was somewhat peculiar.
With half-lidded eyes, I continued to stare blankly down.
"...S-So much came out. So this is a man's semen..."
The priestess seemed slightly surprised, having witnessed a male ejaculation for the first time in her life.
So it's called semen.
She soon whispered softly into my ear.
"Rowen, do you feel a bit more comfortable now?"
Her voice was as gentle as ever, but there was a hint of satisfaction in it.
Was she happy simply because she had successfully helped me?
Even though we had done something so lewd...
Instead of answering, I gave a small nod.
A soft, hummed chuckle vibrated from behind me.
I felt so embarrassed...
For a short while, I remained cradled in the priestess's arms, basking in the afterglow.
Since I stayed still, she didn't move either, simply holding me in a quiet embrace...
"...W-W-What on earth have I done?!"
Coming to my senses a moment later, I immediately realized the situation.
I hurriedly pulled away, utterly at a loss for how to apologize.
As I moved, my long penis dangled, and I quickly covered it with my hands in a panic.
I stole a glance to the side.
There on the bed knelt Priestess Isabel, her slender hands still heavily soiled with my semen.
Our eyes met, her gaze as benevolent and tender as always.
Her fingers were slightly curled, perhaps to stop the sticky fluid from dripping down.
But because I had ejaculated so much, it was dripping down onto her beautiful breasts.
No, more importantly... the already thin fabric of her slip was completely soaked, making everything underneath visible...
Was it sweat from how hard she had been pressing against my back earlier?
Crazy...
Perhaps because her mind was elsewhere,
the priestess didn't seem to realize the state she was in at all.
"I-I'll go get something to wipe this up right away."
"Mmh, it's fine. I have purification magic, after all. Watch. Like this... Hm?"
The priestess channeled her ether several times, but nothing happened.
She stared blankly down at her hands.
"How strange. It... won't go away..."
"I'm sorry... Is it supposed to disappear?"
"Pardon? Ah... Yes. Theoretically, I heard it should. I suppose my training is still lacking. Um, Rowen?"
The priestess answered quickly and called my name.
"If you open that cabinet over there, there are folded towels. Could you bring me a few?"
"Ah, yes! Right away...!"
I quickly opened the cabinet she pointed to and grabbed a few towels.
The priestess took them all and began to slowly wipe the semen off her hands and body.
Then, holding a fresh towel, she quietly looked at me as I sat with my legs squeezed together.
"Come closer, Rowen. Let me clean you up."
"Pardon? N-No, what are you saying? I can do it myself..."
"Since I'm helping you, I must take responsibility until the very end. We wouldn't want anything to go wrong during the final step, would we?"
I shut my mouth.
Was even the cleanup related to that ether circulation and yin-yang harmony stuff?
I suppose if the entire process was part of one big flow...
While I writhed in embarrassment, the priestess began to wipe down my penis.
Holding the towel by both sides as if drying a child's hair,
she gently caressed it with tender strokes.
She wiped away the white fluid, cleaning my thighs, testicles, and shaft in turn.
As she rubbed the shaft, the glans, which had been exposed, slipped back inside the foreskin by about four-fifths.
A strange, uncomfortable feeling washed over me.
The inside must be incredibly dirty...
But of course, I didn't have the courage to say anything, so I kept quiet.
She probably just didn't notice.
Once the priestess finished wiping my lower body, I awkwardly pulled up my pants.
The priestess looked at me and spoke softly.
"I've only wiped you down roughly, so it would be best to go wash up, Rowen. Leave your clothes outside the bathroom before you go in. I'll put them in the washing machine with mine."
The words 'You should go first' caught in my throat, but in the end, I just gave a small nod.
What could I even say...?
I decided it was best to just be a good boy and listen to the priestess.
Carrying a change of clothes, I entered the bathroom and immediately began to wash myself.
While waiting for the bathwater to heat up, I took a quick shower, scrubbing every corner of my body.
Then, suddenly remembering, I grabbed my penis and gently pulled back the skin just as Priestess Isabel had done.
Sure enough, the messy state inside was revealed.
The inner skin was coated in a sticky layer of white fluid,
and a large amount of semen that the priestess had missed was pooled beneath the glans.
I immediately wiped it clean with my fingers before pulling the skin back over.