Tainted Memories
"Hnngh... th-that's... e-enough..."
Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth and fell upon the crown of his head. He lifted his face and, as though even that were something to savor, licked her from chin to lips like a dog lapping at a bowl. Only after he sucked long and slow on her lips one final time did the long torment come to an end. She had no way of knowing how much time had passed.
"We should be going now."
Dragged along just as she was, Serina was seated inside the carriage. But her breathing never quite steadied, and at last she slumped sideways, leaning against the window. Her body refused to summon even the strength to move. The rest she was granted amounted to all of one minute.
Lean peeled off her limp shoes, took hold of both her legs, and lifted them up onto the seat. A belated struggle followed, but it came to nothing. Pressed down by his hand and forced flat onto her stomach, she flinched at the sound of his belt coming undone.
............
His rigid cock pressed heavy against her cheek.
"Saintess. Just as I labored so earnestly for your sake, could you not strive for mine—this once?"
Serina could not tear her eyes from the cock rubbing itself against her cheek. The arousal left unresolved these past three days was welling up all over again. It was a foregone conclusion that her starved lust would rear its head all at once.
As at the inn, they had stayed in the same room and fallen asleep in the same bed—yet he had only left her aching, never once taking her. And having done that, Lean had kept her under strict watch so she could not even touch herself. She, for her part, had not dared attempt it. She knew that if she showed the slightest hint of intent, he would torment her until she was groveling, begging him to please, please ravish her. So of course there had been no suppressing the lust that piled and piled within her.
The pungent scent rolled over her, lewd beyond bearing, and a vacant, witless expression took shape on her face in an instant.
"You will do that for me, won't you, Saintess?"
No answer was needed. Her half-parted lips were already dripping, drop by drop. Lean waited with unhurried patience as he stripped her clothes halfway down. Face-down as she was, nothing could be seen from beyond the window anyway, and so not a shred of hesitation touched his hands.
He filled his palms with her heavy breasts and kneaded them to his heart's content, then broke into a smile of pure satisfaction as her cheek finally parted from his cock. Looking up at that expression, Serina could not hide her unease.
Impossible as it ought to have been, the thought that a moment might come when she wanted it herself left her frightened. Her mind might hold out—but her body would not.
As if to prove it, the closer the moment came when she would have to swallow his cock, the more a dull, heavy ache throbbed to life in her lower belly. Her body had grown hot plenty of times before, but a reaction like this was a first. It was a blatant abnormality.
Serina realized she had been thinking far too simply. If it had been one long stretch of agonizing violation, that would be one thing—but in truth, she too had been enjoying the pleasure to some degree. Ever since she had resolved to show him obedience, she had labored to strip away her own resistance, as if placing herself under self-hypnosis. She had believed it the only means of keeping her self from shattering. Because if she surrendered to instinct, felt the pleasure, and let her lust be fully spent, the self that came out the other side was intact.
With a body this lush, entertaining the notion that the man might hold himself back was next to impossible. And so she had never once considered the alternative—desire left unspent, piling up into unsatisfied hunger. If she had never known a pleasure this sweet, none of this would have happened; but this was now a body she knew more intimately than anyone. And a body that had grown so naturally lewd would take even that filthy cock with relish. For her flesh had been feeling, all this time, the very pleasure her mind had known in full.
She had made a mistake.
The realization of what it had brought—an unforeseen situation, closing in around her—began to bind her tight. Because now, this body wanted it. Horrifyingly, some part of her mind did too.
Because if that cock plunged into her, she felt certain she would climax on the spot. Because the thought had flickered through her that if she satisfied him like this, he might even take her right here. Which meant that even the act of taking that filthy cock into her mouth might set her ablaze.
Slurp. The mere touch of her tongue against the head of his cock was enough to begin warming her belly, little by little.
Ah...
That familiar briny taste sharpened her wits—there, at least, she succeeded. But her body was far too honest. Soon, unmistakable evidence of her arousal made itself known.
Drip... drip... Her nectar fell one drop at a time, each landing with the bright, clear sound of a water droplet.
"Saintess. A carriage ride. Isn't it simply wonderful?"
"Mm. The breeze feels lovely."
"I feel the same. Even with so much still left to do for the world, moments like this make me want to do nothing but rest in the peace of it."
"Right? I was thinking much the same. I can hardly take my eyes off it all."
"Anyone who has ridden in a carriage like this and gazed out at the view must feel exactly the same. The scenery unspools past the window like a painting—enough to make one wish this moment would never, ever end."
She, who had never held even a single small memory of life with a father, had found it immeasurably welcome that she could enjoy peace like this—ordinary, daily peace—even while fulfilling her mission.
And so she would often lean against Gelf's shoulder, showing him the face of a lovely daughter.
Each time, Gelf would wear his usual gentle smile and pat her on the shoulder.
"Saintess. This may be a matter for the rather distant future."
"What now? You're not about to tell me you're disappearing again, are you?"
"You are a true saint in your own right now, after all. And I have aged accordingly—so it would do you good to prepare for that time. Will you hear an old man out?"
Pouting, Serina had nonetheless lent him her ear.
"Mm. I'm listening."
"Nothing so grave. I pray every single day, so I have no fear of you being left all alone. I only wished to ask this: keep smiling for whoever you lean upon, just as you lean on me now. Your smile is the loveliest thing about you, Saintess."
The memory ended there, with the image of Gelf's grinning face.
Serina was not disappointed that it had cut off partway through. She knew, after all, that the time had come for that memory to begin fading into blur.
Mmph. Chup.
"Refreshing. A carriage ride makes for quite the change of pace, it seems."
Serina had no room in her to answer. In this moment there was only the will to satisfy this man and wring from him what she wanted. With that blind purpose held before her eyes, she sucked him off.
The memory of Gelf, surfacing unbidden, struck her now as achingly bitter. It felt as though her memories were being ruined, one by one. From now on, whenever she rode in a carriage—which of the two would rise in her mind first? The answer was as good as decided. People hold their pain close for a long, long time, while joy and sweetness slip away so easily.
She simply grew sad.
Just as Gelf had promised, she had not been left alone—she had even gained a man to lean on. But he demanded only a bond she had never wanted. And a bright smile like the one she had shown Gelf could never suit such a man. Lean surely did not want one, either. He loved only the bitch's face she made after being speared on his cock and made to climax beyond counting—there was no way a man like that could understand the preciousness of ordinary days.
And still, she had to admit that she grieved all the more for her own plight—unable to declare an end to this relationship.
In her head she spat revulsion at the sight of herself mouthing and sucking Lean's cock; but her body, flinching and shuddering over and over, knew nothing of calming its own heat. Rutted into full estrus, it was pleading to be taken already. This time, too, as though there were no help for it, she was simply using the act to please herself.
She did not want to lose her mind, and so she strove to serve him with everything she had. This man was filled to the brim with nothing but the urge to conquer her. The hope that if she sucked him off devotedly he would grant her anything had long since reduced her thoughts to wreckage. It was the moment she had to admit she was ruled, utterly, by a pleasure she could not rein in.
And yet—she did not hate it to the death.
To think such a thing and call this a moment of disgrace, the satisfaction flooding her now and the anticipation of the pleasure still to come were simply too vast. Too vast to bear.
Chup. Chwup. Slurp.
Unlike before, Serina was taking him in with real fervor, and as he stroked her hair a fine shiver ran through Lean's shoulders. It was the reaction he showed every time her tongue laved over the tip. At this rate, it would not take long at all.
Serina knew better than any woman alive how to give a man pleasure—and so, if she set her mind to it and struck only at his weakest points, she could draw his release faster than ever before. But that was not the outcome she wanted.
Before long she let the cock she had half-swallowed slip free of her lips and dragged her tongue up the length of the shaft in one long, slow stroke. Then she took the head back into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, round and round. At the slithering, sucking work of her tongue, a low groan leaked out of Lean.
The same reaction as ever. And yet—
"Haah... to think the Saintess would throw herself into it with such passion and bring me such delight. I could die this very moment and want for nothing."