The Correction of a Saintess
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As he undid his belt, Serina let out a strange, terrified-cat sound and scrambled away to the far wall of the bed.
"D-don't... don't come over here! Stay away!"
"Saintess. Surely you made a promise to me a week ago, did you not? Refusing your lessons at this point would be rather inconvenient."
"Stop it. Please... please..."
Ervan strode forward and climbed onto the bed.
"Come here."
At the sight of the hand extended toward her, Serina's face drained white. She clasped her hands together and began to beg.
"I was wrong. Please... forgive me. I don't want to go any further... please..."
"Saintess. Is that truly the best you can do?"
Serina flinched, dropped to her knees in haste, and rubbed her palms together once more.
"I—I was... wrong. Please forgive me, just this once..."
"Yes. That's it. His Excellency, too, wishes to see you conduct yourself with such proper speech."
As a smile spread across Ervan's mouth, Serina felt hope spreading through her as well.
"It seems you are finally ready to receive a proper education."
That instant of relief bred carelessness.
Without warning, her arm was seized and her body yanked forward. Dragging her down as she crumpled, Ervan hauled her off the bed and onto the floor, laid her weeping, wailing, begging form out flat, and forced her legs apart.
Paralyzed by terror, Serina couldn't even mount a proper struggle. Instead, her ragged, uneven breathing only stoked Ervan's excitement further.
Watching her breasts swell and sink, he curled the corners of his mouth and reached out with both hands. Kneading the soft flesh he'd seized, he began to move his hips.
"Aaahh!"
"I do hope this correction will keep you from repeating the same mistake, Saintess."
"No! Pull—pull it out...!"
The more fiercely Serina resisted, the wider Ervan's vile smile grew. He was a man who took tormenting a saintess more seriously than anyone alive, and Serina knew all too well that he would not stop until she gave him the reactions he wanted.
So letting her resistance die was less a choice than an inevitability.
"Fuck! St-stop it...! Nnh, ahhk!"
Because if she didn't even manage that much, she knew she would never forgive herself for feeling so much beneath his hands, just as she was now.
"Saintess. You must learn to be honest with yourself."
Driving his pistoning hips harder, Ervan set about tormenting in earnest the swollen clit his fingers had been cradling.
Barely hours ago, this body had been handled by dozens of men. The arousal might have settled, but the lingering echo of those endless climaxes still hung thick and heavy.
"Nngh, aahhn!"
"Yes. Just keep making those lovely sounds, as you are now."
"Ahh, nnh, ah, it feels... nnh, ahhk!"
And so it took Ervan's persistence all of a minute to drown her in pleasure. Serina's hips, which had been lifting little by little, twisted all at once, and her whole body shuddered.
That her climax only inflamed Ervan further was plain to see. The clergy had reacted with fervent delight to the sight of her rolling her eyes and making strange sounds through each overlapping peak — and the man before her now was the madman who had reveled in it most of all.
"Ahhk! Hiiahk!"
So even as she came spectacularly around him, he did not stop. If anything, Ervan snapped his hips harder, relentlessly savoring her.
"Ahhn, st... stop... nnh, hiik, I'm, I'm brea...king..."
"One must never forget respect, even in moments like these. From where I stand, you still have a very long way to go."
Ervan pounded into her without a moment's pause, as if to show off the stamina of a young priest in his prime.
Feeling as though her mind might come apart under the pleasure of climax after climax arriving without end, Serina clutched her face in both hands and wept in misery. Pitifully, she was trying to pinch and claw the crying itself to a stop.
Even that was not easy. The moment his cock drove into her mid-climax, her whole body twisted, and her hands refused to obey her.
"Huaah! Ahhk!"
In the end, climaxing yet again, Serina shook uncontrollably and flung her head back. It was as good as admitting she had come completely undone — the pleasure flooding every inch of her had stolen away all control of her body.
And then Serina felt her consciousness blur once more at the sensation of her womb being filled yet again.
"Saintess? My apologies, but your education has only just begun — I cannot very well stand by and watch you sleep."
"Hiiiiahk!"
In an instant, it felt as though fire had been kindled in her lower belly. It seemed to gutter out at once — and then, within mere seconds, the heat came flooding through her entire body.
Shock washed over Serina's face. This priest had gone and cast a sacred law after all — she was certain of it.
"I hate this! Th-that's enough! Hiiiiahk!"
"It is all for your sake, Saintess. I do hope you will remember this lesson properly."
What came after, she did not remember well. When she came to, she was lying limp on her back, legs still splayed — having spilled what she could only assume was Ervan's seed in puddles across the floor.
…
Serina pressed her lips tightly shut. There was no feeling at all in her lower half.
How long had she been violated while she was unconscious? She had no way of knowing. She could only reason that if the numbness would last ten minutes, then it must have gone on for ten minutes' worth. It was obvious enough that the same thing would be repeated from here on.
Only a week had passed in this place where rape was carried out like a daily routine, and Serina had to wonder how much longer she could hold out. The signs were far too distinct to insist she would never fall.
She laid a hand against her lower belly. It still throbbed, heavy and hot, with the warmth kindled deep inside. If this wasn't an omen of the days to come, then what else could it possibly be? Her situation was simply laughable.
"Saintess. Shall we review what you learned today, one final time?"
She had, technically, sat through a lesson. Not that it had been one minute of theory and fifty-nine of practice.
Serina bit down hard on her lower lip. She had spent the entire hour simmering in that scorching heat, and it felt as though the smallest opening would see her devoured whole.
"......Nnh."
"I would appreciate a somewhat quicker answer."
"You cowardly bastard—hiik!"
When Ervan pinched her thigh hard and drove his hips roughly into her, her lower belly convulsed in a short, violent spasm. Then, as he pressed down firmly against her womb, Serina twisted her hips from side to side, shaking her head.
"Ahhk, nnh, sto—ahhn, ah."
"Saintess. You must answer if you wish for this to end."
"...A saintess... nnh, must embrace... nnh, hah, every—ah, aahhn."
As Ervan, lapping at her chest, worried her nipple between his teeth, Serina spilled moan after moan past the point of restraint. When her reactions turned sweet, he buried his face entirely between her breasts and set his tongue to work in earnest.
Even then his hand kept pinching at her thigh, and the thought that she had to keep answering circled round and round in her head, tormenting her.
"With a compa—ahh, ssionate heart... for every—nnh, hah, one... I m-must ser...ve them..."
"...Well done."
Ervan straightened up soon after, gripped her hips firmly, and resumed his vigorous pistoning.
"Does it feel good?"
"Nngh, ugh, ahh."
"Saintess. You know full well you must keep answering properly until the very end."
Unlike Serina, who had climaxed countless times across that hour, Ervan had not spilled a single drop of seed in all that time of moving his hips. Which left her more anxious than words could say. Her body, already steeped through with pleasure, was waiting — above all else, with a fluttering eagerness — for the moment thick seed would be scattered deep inside her.
She had already noticed the signs drawing near. Because, as it always had, her release would come shamefully entwined with the sensation of her womb being filled.
"Saintess?"
"Nnnh."
"You should know by now. Without a proper answer, there is no end to this."
Serina grew frantic. Barely two days ago, Ervan had said the very same thing — and then he had rocked his hips for two full hours without ever finishing, all while granting her a heat more intense than any before. It had been a truly horrific experience.
He was the only one who had mastered the sacred law that forced a woman into heat, so he had surely learned some special method of managing his own release as well.
As the pleasure began to deepen and thicken, anxiety surged through her that the wave would break over her before long. Her mind was already all but a blank white page.
Serina had to admit it. She wanted... to let go. She wanted to taste that sweet, overwhelming climax after taking that man's seed.
"Saintess. It's time to ans—"
"...Nnh, fine... fine, I said...!"
"More politely, please."
"Hiik?!"
When Ervan stroked her lower belly with a practiced, familiar gesture, Serina abandoned all resistance. That gesture carried the unmistakable promise that he would put her into heat whether she willed it or not — and against that, she had no defense.
"Y-yes, please! Nnh, hah, nnnh!"