Sweet as Nectar
I had seen faces like that before — faces lit up with pure rapture. It was the exact look a child wears, bouncing with delight over a birthday present. In the church where I'd lived in my old body, and in the village where I stayed after becoming a saintess, every gift we prepared with such loving care was repaid with that same radiant smile.
So I could understand the face that hero was making, too. He had stripped a woman barely come of age, bound her limbs, and was now kneading her bare flesh to his heart's content. And with the saintess — who prized her virginity above all else — crushed beneath him while he ground his cock against her like a dog in heat, what person alive would fail to see it as a gift he'd been given?
Perhaps, had our positions been reversed, I might have been drunk on that same surging excitement and harbored the very same thoughts. In a place where no one could interfere, defiling this pure body and leaving his mark upon it — hesitating over that would have been the strange thing.
"You vile bastard." So I resolved to curse him out with everything I had, braced for whatever beating came. Because if it had been me — even dreaming of true love with the saintess — I would never once have plotted something so cowardly.
Rean, who had just begun pressing the head of his cock between the breasts he'd seized in both hands, didn't seem to hear a word of it; his body shivered faintly as he started rocking his hips. He was so worked up that sweat was already streaming down him. I could only pray that what dripped from his chin wasn't filthy drool. Staying naked like this for so long was torment enough, and the thought of him drooling all over my body doubled the shame until I thought I would die of it.
"Nngh... your lovely breasts, Lady Saintess, feel like they're melting my cock right off. Wrapping something this wonderful up all tight and hidden — weren't you ever suffocating?"
"You fucking bas... agh!" Both my nipples were pinched down on at once. There was no pleasure in it — nothing but a filthy, grinding pain. Whether that counted as a blessing, I couldn't say; not once since this began had I felt even a flicker of pleasure. They say some women can't feel a thing when they're raped. Apparently I was exactly that kind. A thousand mercies.
"Does it feel that good, then?"
"Stop... it! Fuck, it hurts!" So that was why it hurt so damn much. That bastard had clearly never touched a woman's body in his life. What kind of lunatic would ever think that grabbing a nipple and twisting it hard enough to tear it off would feel good?
"It would be nicer if you made some sweeter sounds for me. Well — though watching you fight back is adorable in its own way." Watching him do that to my body made bile rise in my throat, and he calls it adorable. I wanted to sew that mouth shut with a needle, stitch by loving stitch.
"...By the way, Lady Saintess." Rean suddenly drew his hips back and stared at me, pinning one breast beneath his cock.
"I understand you're flustered. But since I'm extending you every courtesy, shouldn't you at least address me as the Hero when you speak to me?"
Hearing that in silence, I found I simply could not hold back my laughter.
"Wow. Did you just call yourself the Hero?" I laughed until tears nearly sprang free, then aimed a sneer at his rotting face.
"Shut your yap. You're nothing but a dog with a dick. How little faith do you have in what you're packing that your first thought is to tie up a sleeping woman and rape her? You garbage piece of shit."
"Ha. Honestly, Lady Saintess. If you keep this up, it'll be a problem... oh, my." I knew he'd take the bait. I'd provoked him just enough, and unable to stomach even that, he reached his hand toward my face. The moment I saw him lower his head, I calmly timed it and spat — and now he was glaring at me with a face twisted in pure fury.
Watching my spit trail down the corner of Rean's eye, I burst out laughing all over again.
"You said it yourself, didn't you? That my love juices were like holy water too. So what's the matter? Getting my spit straight to the face must feel like shit, huh?"
Even after wiping it away, Rean said nothing. I felt as though I'd landed a truly satisfying blow. Apparently that pervert had assumed I would just meekly roll over and take it. That must be why he'd beaten this frail body black and blue to frighten me. He picked the wrong woman.
Rather than be fucked by a man, I would sooner choose to be beaten to death. In my heart of hearts I wanted to bite through my own tongue — but I remembered reading that the Hero, of all people, could heal even that with divine law. I'd thought this was the best I could manage... so why the hell was he smirking?
A different kind of satisfaction than before had risen on Rean's face.
"Oh, surely not. I find myself wanting another taste."
Goosebumps raced up my arms and legs in an instant. Looking at him properly now, the bastard was well and truly deranged. Getting spat on turns him on now? That head of his held nothing but lust—
"Hhk—?!" A huge palm shot out and clamped over my mouth completely.
"Did you know, Lady Saintess? Your saliva was terribly sweet. In my heart I'd gladly take it a hundred times over, but I couldn't put you through such toil. Surely a Hero, by rights, ought to perform this kind of service without hesitation?"
Watching his upper body lean toward me, every hair on my body stood on end. Fuck, fuck! Stop it, you insane bastard!
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmmmmph...!" It was a worthless resistance. Even in ordinary times, standing before his towering frame, I'd had to tilt my head back just to see his face. Unable to move a single part of me as I willed, this situation was nothing short of a hammer driving the nail deeper into my plight.
"Submit now. No matter how you struggle, Lady Saintess, nothing will change." The instant his hand left my mouth, his face closed in. The hand gripping my jaw wrenched my head up until our noses touched, and my cheeks, pressed hard by his fingers, began to ache.
"Stop... it... stop... I said...!"
"How shy of you." Without a trace of hesitation, he bowed his head and bit down on my lips.
"Mmph...! Nngh...!" He shoved his tongue into my mouth and sucked at it roughly. I threw everything I had into biting his tongue off, but my jaw simply would not close. Was it his hand? Or some other divine law? I didn't know. I didn't want to know. The reality that I was kissing a man swam sickeningly through my skull.
Tears spilled again. From the injustice of it. From the fury. I couldn't control myself — my half-rolled-back eyes would prove as much. That damned bastard probably thought I was savoring the afterglow of my first kiss.
"Haaah. What do you eat, Lady Saintess — nothing but flower petals? It truly felt as though my whole mouth filled with the scent of blossoms."
".........You fucking bastard..."
"My. I knew you'd be like this, Lady Saintess." Either he couldn't see me grinding my teeth, or he simply pretended not to — graciously, he pulled off a bit of tissue and began wiping my face.
"I understand. A woman must have hoped for a more romantic first kiss. But if you look forward to the days when our relationship deepens, won't it gradually improve?" As he said it, he sat up and thrust his cock close to my face.
I wrenched my head away in desperate evasion — and the cock began pressing against my cheek instead.
"...Get that thing away from me."
"You'll have to take it soon enough, Lady Saintess. Wouldn't it be better to familiarize yourself with it now?" Again my jaw was seized, and my head was wrenched around.
"Nngh!"
"Look at it well." The cock rubbed shamelessly against my lips, the glans already slicked over with precum leaving a sticky film behind. Watching my face contort, he rocked his hips in a lewd mimicry of thrusting into me.
"We have plenty of time. If it pleases you, you're welcome to give it a lick. Well — swallowing it down to the root would please me even more." All I could manage for the moment was to clench my teeth and hold out against the glans trying to wedge its way between my lips. Rean only watched me with an expression of idle fascination.
And so my gaze inevitably drifted to one side. Because just as he savored his leisure with perfect certainty, I, too, had to admit that all that remained for me was to accept an outcome already decided.
Not every condition was a bad one. In the hentai I'd seen, monstrous cocks were rammed in constantly — but by some mercy amid the misfortune, his was small. This cock was by no means large. I could boast, in fact, that mine had been bigger and thicker. The problem was that this was the only mercy to be found.
That beast of a bastard would without a doubt force his cock between my legs in the end, and my precious place — the narrow place where, until moments ago, only a few of those filthy fingers had slipped in and out—
"Hahk!" ............What. What is this.
"It was worth all the effort I put in. A saintess with frigidity? That simply wouldn't do."
"D-don't touch... ahh! Take your hand—off!"
"Seeing you take that attitude, Lady Saintess, I find myself a little hurt. After all the care I've lavished on you." In place of the retreating cock, his fingers arrived and caressed my lips. .......Now I understood. That hand was the problem. My mouth wouldn't open anymore.
"I couldn't very well take a saintess's virginity with mere fingers, could I? You must have assumed I'd been rummaging deep inside you. But I was considerate — only here."
".........!" The instant he touched my clitoris, my hips shot up off the air. Merely rubbed by a finger, and yet a stimulation so fierce it threw my head back coursed through my whole body. Every inch of me shook and shuddered.