Is the Saint's Embrace Warm? (2)
The Saint's embrace was warm. Azalea straddled me in the cowgirl position, scattering a gentle, affectionate smile like an older sister. She answered me kindly.
"W-what… do you mean by that…?"
Real? I stared blankly at the translucent veil of light wrapped around my clitoris. It was transparent enough that I could see straight through to my fingers gripping it from the other side, yet I could unmistakably feel its solid presence. A faint, glowing… rod.
There was no way a penis could look like this. So of course it couldn't possibly feel real. But…
I gave the hand wrapped around it a small, experimental stroke.
It twitched and throbbed like a living thing, reacting to the pleasure. The sensation of this glowing cock pressed so obscenely against my fingertips. Using something so sacred for something so vulgar.
‘If you ignore how holy it looks… the way it feels in my hand, the way it reacts, and even the sensation I feel from my own body… it’s unmistakably a cock… Hah…♡’
Ever since I was kidnapped and taken to the Mittenburg estate, I had been greedily devouring that sensation every single time. Now I was addicted to it, traveling across the land in search of new experiences, of a fresh cock I had never tasted before…
And that delicious-looking appendage… had sprouted from my own body.
"Hup?!"
At Azalea's pointed remark, I hastily wiped my mouth with my arm. …Had I really fallen so far, become such a lewd woman? To shake off even a little of that shame, I deliberately asked her something careful.
Azalea's eyebrows rose slightly.
As if to reassure me, Azalea added with a smile so captivating it could swallow me whole.
Like I was under a spell, I slowly stroked the cock made of holy power while answering in a dazed voice.
Touching a friend I had lost long ago brought back fragments of feelings from more than thirty years past. At the same time, strangely enough, I found myself reflecting on my current life.
The sight of Kaira, who had been crushed beneath men she had never seen before, moaning and writhing in pleasure. If Lee Sun-hyeon had seen how utterly broken she had become, he would have been horrified. She had abandoned the peaceful comfort of Riaska and set out on a journey just to chase that feeling again.
‘…Come to think of it, until I reached Riaska… every experience I had was either rape or prostitution.’
It had all begun with my first time, drugged and violated by my own father. After that, I was never once given the chance to embrace someone in a normal way. Even my relationship with Iskil, whom I had loved, had been nothing more than that of a customer and a prostitute on the surface. My tastes had no choice but to be thoroughly ruined.
I remained silent for a long time, retracing the life I had lived as Kaira. At the end of those thoughts, I called out to Azalea. …While keeping the cock formed of light fully erect.
Azalea tilted her head for a moment, then, with the wisdom befitting a saint, understood what I was asking. She smiled as brightly as a flower in full bloom and nodded.
Her reaction was so bright that I, the one who had made the request, felt embarrassed instead.
Even as we switched positions, even as I felt the sensation of our smooth skin pressing together, all sorts of thoughts ran through my mind.
‘That’s right. Because that’s how I’ve lived… now that I’ve been given back a man’s… friend, even if it’s only for a little while… I want to take the lead… at least once…’
Even if it was like stroking a corpse that could never be revived, an irreversible memory from the time I lived as Lee Sun-hyeon.
Azalea's voice reached me, soft and smiling. Her face was smiling just like her voice, but having lived thirty years as a man and thirty as a girl, I could tell.
‘Azalea… she’s nervous.’
I slowly lowered my body. There would be time for penetration later. First, I had to put the saint at ease. When she flinched slightly in anxiety at my body suddenly drawing near, I gently embraced her.
Perhaps the feeling of my slightly cool body pressing flush against hers was electrifying. The saint's body trembled once. It wasn't a tremble of fear. It was just a brief startle from the sudden chill.
Wrapped in soft light and that warm sensation… I wanted to hold her like this forever and fall asleep. But…
‘Still… I have to move…’
After embracing Azalea and calming her, I lifted my hips slightly, guided the tip with one finger, and then…
I lowered my waist.
The saint's mouth parted slightly as a gasp escaped. Her eyes flew wide open, and tears welled up, making her gaze shimmer.
I let out a long sigh. This sensation… the warm mucous membranes, every single fold blooming inside Azalea's belly wrapping around my most precious place. It was a feeling I had forgotten for so very, very long, and my body felt like it was melting into mush.
Having declared it, I slowly raised and lowered my hips. Back and forth, gently.
‘…It’s just been a long time. It’s not my first time… Azalea won’t be disappointed.’
What must it feel like for the vessel of the most sacred power to have that same power shaped into the most obscene form and thrust inside her? Azalea shed the tears that had pooled in her eyes and embraced me tightly.
The saint lifted her head, sealed my lips with her own, then pulled back and answered.
I see. So it didn't hurt… it felt good. I couldn't disappoint my precious saint. Following my instincts, I diligently stimulated the inside of her body. I fumbled for the techniques I had used long ago on Earth, and recalled the movements the customers at Arto's brothel had used to pleasure my own insides.
The saint who had always shone with pure passion… now lay beneath me with her large, lewd body that didn't match her girlish heart, letting out sweet cries. Like a child begging me, she moved her own hips, greedily devouring the glowing cock that had sprouted from my body.
The sight of her, so utterly different from her everyday self, was unbearably adorable. I held the saint tightly and moved only my lower body.
‘I-I can feel it… tightening… around me…’
It wasn't even my real body. It was nothing more than a fake organ created by wrapping holy light around my clitoris. Yet I could feel Azalea's insides squeezing it as clearly as if it were my own body. No, even more sensitively than the real cock I remembered from my past life.
Feeling my arms around her, Azalea hugged me back just as tightly and wrapped her legs around my waist, locking me in place.
The way she squeezed me with her legs, pressing down on my body, fanned the flames of my arousal.
The way the saint squeezed her eyes shut and desperately turned her flushed face away was so… seductive that I moved as if hypnotized. It was as if the male instincts I had forgotten an immeasurable time ago had been resurrected within this scrawny, unimpressive girl's body.
Azalea's insides clenched around me like a soft hand. Even though the fake cock created by the saint's power wasn't truly part of my body, I could feel it as clearly as if it were. More than my own body, even. The pressure of every delicate fold was so intoxicating that my body began to move faster and faster.
I knew it. There was no way my own will could… stop this now.
And then something surged up inside me.
‘Hngh… Th-this… is the urge to cum…’
Was this the first time I had felt it in thirty years? For some reason, it felt nostalgic. A wave of longing washed over me, as if I had reclaimed an old friend that had always belonged to me.
At the same time, in one corner of the rational mind that had lived as both a scholar and a mage, pure curiosity bloomed. Kaira's body had been born female and possessed none of a man's structures like a prostate, so what would happen if I let this urge to ejaculate build all the way to the end?
Of course, my curiosity was satisfied very quickly.
Before Azalea could even finish speaking, I felt it. I felt it. A sensation I should not have been able to know in this body, one I should not have been able to feel, surged up within me.
‘No… Even though the memory is faint from so long ago, this is… different from what I remember…♡ It's… so much more intense… So much… stronger than back then…’
Perhaps because the sensation that should have spread throughout an entire cock was now concentrated like a bottleneck in a single tiny clitoris and then radiated throughout my body. The pleasure was so overwhelming it felt like my mind was shattering. My body trembled from my toes all the way up, then convulsed violently, growing rigid.
The glowing bud the saint had created for me twitched and pulsed, and the spurting sensation traveled straight through my stiffened body. Just as if it were a real, flesh-and-blood penis.
The sensation of something pouring out, warmly filling Azalea's insides to the brim. What was it? There was no way it could be semen… Once I calmed down, I would check…
Even as I thought that, my body went completely limp. It was exhaustion. The sharp, blade-like thrust of a man's climax, followed by an empty collapse, was completely different from the slow, dreamy ascent and long plateau of a woman's pleasure.
…It had been so long. But… doing it multiple times…
It really did feel far too tiring and exhausting. Especially… for this small… body…
The stimulation was intense, but somehow… it felt frustratingly short… while the fatigue came crashing down all at once…
I called out to her in a languid voice and let all the strength drain from my body. Her soft, marshmallow-like breasts enveloped both of my cheeks like a warm pillow.
Completely drained of strength, I felt it.
‘Ah… It's shrinking… down there…’
It felt just like my own body. It was getting smaller… no, disappearing. Just like a man's erection deflating after use, the thing formed of holy light faded away along with my clitoris, which had grown swollen from fatigue. It melted while still buried inside Azalea's vagina.
‘If it shrinks like that… what happens to it… afterward…?’
Still nestled in the saint's arms, I glanced down. The scattering particles of light flowed out from between Azalea's golden pubic hair like a stream and dispersed into the air. Was that the true form of whatever I had poured out instead of semen? Or perhaps it was simply the fake cock Azalea had created collapsing.
‘I don't know if this is an appropriate thought for a situation like this, but… it's kind of a funny sight…’
Thinking that, I wore a faint smile like a crescent moon overwhelmed by the midday sun and buried my face once more in Azalea's chest. How comfortable it would be to fall asleep like this, I thought…
The hands that cradled the back of my head while she called my name were so incredibly gentle that…
I really…
was going to fall asleep…