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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Zebeline froze, her eyes wide as she watched the spectacle unfolding before her.
Sex.
So this is what sex between a man and a woman is like…
It resembled the mating ritual of wild beasts. Edanant and Ludmilla’s passionate movements were overwhelming, almost primal.
Soon, it would be her turn.
She would be writhing beneath him, her moans echoing through the room, just like the princess.
The thought both thrilled and terrified her.
But she didn’t hesitate.
She yearned to be his, to experience the pleasure he was giving Ludmilla.
Zebeline spread her legs, a silent invitation, her smooth, white thighs parting to reveal her glistening folds.
“Please… take me too…!”
“Alright.”
I moved past Ludmilla, who lay sated on the bed, her body still flushed from our lovemaking.
And I turned my attention to Zebeline.
My penis was slick with a mixture of her fluids and Ludmilla’s, the remnants of our passion. A streak of blood, a testament to Ludmilla’s lost virginity, clung to my tip.
I gestured towards my penis, silently requesting her to clean it. Zebeline hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on my semen-coated member, before lowering her head and obediently taking me into her mouth.
“You animal…! You’re a beast, a heathen! How dare you ask the Saintess of the Holy Kingdom to do such a vulgar thing!”
“I simply asked my lovely saintess to clean me.”
—Slurp.
Despite her protests, Zebeline’s lips enveloped my tip, a soft, warm kiss.
Her delicate lips were now stained with our combined fluids.
The sight of the saintess, her lips and tongue defiled by my essence, ignited a primal possessiveness within me. I had conquered the princess, and now, the saintess, too, would be mine.
“Hnn…! Chuup, Mmm…!”
Zebeline clumsily cleaned me, her tongue swirling around my tip.
It tasted bitter and slightly metallic.
But the taste of my own semen, mixed with her saliva, was strangely arousing.
The saintess, on her hands and knees like a submissive pet, diligently licked and sucked, cleaning me thoroughly. As she worked, her fingers instinctively found their way to her own vagina, her arousal evident. With each rhythmic thrust of her fingers, her fluids flowed, slickening her folds.
“Haah…!”
Zebeline’s focus on my tip, her tongue swirling around my glans, was driving me mad with anticipation.
I thrust forward, pushing my penis deep into her throat. Zebeline gagged, her eyebrows furrowing in discomfort.
I deliberately pushed deeper, my length pressing against her uvula, triggering her gag reflex.
“Ugh, Chuup…! Ugh, Uhh…!”
With each thrust, her moans were a mixture of pleasure and pain.
But Zebeline didn’t release me. Like a salmon hooked on a line, she clung on, her mouth stretched wide.
“Khh! Khoo… Khuup!!”
Each time I pulled back, a thick strand of saliva connected us, stretching and snapping before retracting into her mouth. The saliva dripped from her lips, tracing a path down her chin and onto her small breasts.
—Squirt-
—Squirt, squirt!
Her vagina spasmed, squirting jets of her own fluids.
It was a clear sign of her arousal, her body responding to the stimulation of my penis thrusting against her throat.
It was astonishing.
To think that the First Saintess of the Holy Kingdom was a closet masochist.
Even among masochists, it was rare to find someone who reached climax from the sensation of being choked. The prim and proper Saintess had revealed a hidden, depraved side.
“Does it feel good?”
“Ugh! Uuh…!”
I asked.
Zebeline, her mouth still full, nodded, unable to speak.
I praised her dedication, stroking her silver hair. Zebeline continued to suck on my penis, eagerly accepting my praise.
“I’m about to cum. Alright? Swallow every last drop. If it’s too much, you can spit it out.”
“Hooo!”
The gentle caress against her hair turned into a firm grip, holding her head in place.
I pushed deeper, my engorged member buried to the hilt in her throat. My balls, heavy with impending release, slapped against her soft lips.
Uuh-! Huup, Huuh!
Her muffled moans were a desperate plea for air.
But I didn’t relent, continuing to pound into her throat.
“Khek!”
—* spurt, spurt, spurt*—
A torrent of semen erupted, filling her mouth.
Zebeline desperately tried to swallow, eager to please me.
But for an inexperienced virgin, a deepthroat was a difficult feat. Especially when the penis invading her mouth was so monstrously large.
“Gasp! Kehh…! Cough! Cough, cough!”
A thick, viscous stream of semen overflowed, dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
Her beautiful face and delicate breasts were once again coated in my essence.
“Sorry, was that too much?”
“Cough, cough! How much did you even cum?! You’re like some kind of beast…! I almost suffocated!”
I told you, you could spit it out…
Edanant thought, but Zebeline simply turned her head away, ignoring him.
“Thank you. You endured it for me. Good girl.”
“U-Ugh…!”
I gently laid her down on the bed, stroking her slender back. Zebeline trembled, anticipating what would come next.
Next.
What would come next…
Just like the princess, she would soon be receiving my seed, carrying my child within her womb.
Zebeline, a mixture of anticipation and fear swirling within her, swallowed the remaining semen in her mouth. As the warm fluid flowed down her throat, a pleasant warmth spread through her lower abdomen.
“I’m going in.”
“Y-Yes…! Even if it hurts… I’ll endure it! Just… Make me yours…!”
Such brave words, despite her fear of the pain.
I gently embraced her, my penis poised at her entrance.
It’s warm.
And tight.
—Push, push-
Her soft folds pushed against me, a final, futile resistance.
It was her body’s unconscious attempt to protect her virginity, her precious maidenhood.
“I love you. I love you, Zebeline.”
“Hyaa-!”
I whispered in her ear.
And with a soft cry, her resistance crumbled.
Her vagina relaxed, its grip loosening.
I seized the opportunity, pushing forward until I was fully sheathed within her warmth.
“Kyaaah! Haa… Haaaang!!”
Her hymen tore, a sharp pain accompanying my intrusion. Zebeline’s delicate hips bucked beneath me as she cried out.
It hurt.
It hurt so much she almost cried.
How did the princess endure it?
Zebeline, tears streaming down her face, clung to me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I slowed my movements, giving her time to adjust.
“Does it hurt? Should I pull out?”
“N-No…! Keep going… please! I don’t want to lose to the old hag…!”
Even in the throes of passion, her competitive spirit burned brightly.
I smiled and continued to thrust, my penis now slick with her blood.
“Aaaang! Haa… Haaaang!!”
Her sharp cries gradually softened into moans of pleasure.
The pain had transformed into ecstasy.
Zebeline, embracing her masochistic tendencies, quickly adapted to the sensation of being filled. Despite the trickle of blood still flowing from her vagina, she had surrendered to the pleasure.
“Feels good now, doesn’t it? You’re gripping me so tightly.”
“D-Don’t say that…! It’s embarrassing… Haaaang!!”
“If it only hurts, I’ll have to pull out. What should I do?”
“You’re so mean!”
Should I stop here?
I could just pull out.
I teased her, testing her limits.
Zebeline, trapped between the desire for pleasure and the shame of admitting it, bit her lip, her face flushed. Her virginity was far less important than the pleasure I was giving her.
“I-It feels good…! It feels good…!”
“How good? Good enough to renounce your faith in the Earth Mother? You are the Saintess of the Holy Kingdom. Surely, you wouldn’t abandon your faith for a little bit of pleasure.”
—Squish-
I thrust deeper, burying myself to the hilt.
A wave of heat washed over her as my length filled her womb. Her vagina convulsed, a primal urge to receive my seed.
It was unbearable.
An irresistible temptation for a woman transformed into a creature of pure instinct.
“I-I renounce it…! I renounce it! Right now, you’re more important! You feel so good… For your sake… I’ll forget my faith! The Earth Mother is less important than your penis!”
“To think the noble First Saintess was a sex-crazed masochist… The Earth Mother would faint if she saw you like this.”
I had extracted a confession from the First Saintess.
Like a well-trained steed responding to the rider’s commands,
A submissive woman deserved to be rewarded with pleasure.
I grasped her slender thighs and thrust deeper, my hips slamming against hers. It was a mating press, designed to thoroughly dominate and claim her as mine.
Just like Ludmilla, Zebeline, too, would receive my seed.
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