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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The saintess’s naked body, pure and white, resembled a sculpture meticulously crafted by a master artisan.
Was she an angel descended from the Celestial Realm?
She seemed far more angelic than any of those phony Seraphim who served the Earth Mother.
I grasped her slender waist, admiring the resilience of her vagina, which hadn’t lost its tightness despite my rough thrusts. With each piston-like movement of my hips, a rhythmic thwack echoed through the room.
“I love you, I love you… my saintess!”
“Mmm, Haaaang…! A confession at a time like this… It’s so embarrassing… Ahhh!!”
Was she finally getting used to it?
Her vagina, initially tight and resistant, now eagerly welcomed my intrusion.
A fast learner.
As expected of the intelligent and quick-witted First Saintess, even her vagina was exceptional.
‘I wonder if the prospective saintesses I saw at the Imperial Palace are also like Zebeline… Perhaps the Earth Mother’s criteria for selecting saintesses includes… vaginal tightness, in addition to beauty?’
Lost in my lascivious thoughts, I continued to pound into her, my thrusts growing increasingly fervent.
“Hyaa, Hyaaaang…! My nipples… they hurt…!”
Her small breasts swayed with each thrust, her nipples bobbing like tiny berries.
A stark contrast to Ludmilla’s ample bosom and prominent nipples. I lowered my head, wanting to savor the unique charm of her petite breasts. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently sucking and nibbling.
Zebeline arched her back, her body tensing.
“How is it? Still hurt?”
“No… It’s alright now. Haa…! It feels good! Thrust harder…!”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded for more. I, ever the accommodating lover, responded with a hundred passionate thrusts, pouring my heart and soul into pleasuring her.
“Haaang!!”
I teased her nipples with my fingers, gently pinching and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.
Though her breasts were small, her nipples were incredibly sensitive. With each touch, Zebeline’s toes curled, her body trembling with pleasure.
‘I wonder if she’ll be able to produce milk… It’s a bit concerning.’
Compared to the seraph’s overflowing G-cups, Zebeline’s breasts were… lacking.
I was genuinely worried that our future children might starve. Perhaps I should consider hiring Bellatiel as a wet nurse. With her ample milk jugs, she would undoubtedly be an excellent provider.
“Why are your breasts so small? Not that I’m complaining… but weren’t the prospective saintesses also… well-endowed?”
“Sh-Shut up…! Do you think I want to be flat-chested?!”
“You should have drunk more milk when you were younger.”
“Gaaaah! We were so poor we could barely afford food! How could I possibly drink milk?!”
Small breasts.
Literally, poor breasts.
A consequence of her impoverished childhood, stunted growth.
A wave of sympathy washed over me. I gently pinched both her nipples, eliciting a sharp cry from Zebeline. Her silver hair fanned out across the bed as she writhed beneath me.
“I’m worried if you’ll even be able to produce milk. It’s a serious concern.”
“Heeek…!”
’Perhaps with enough vigorous stimulation… we can overcome this deficiency.’
Filled with a newfound resolve, I pounded into her, the rhythmic squelching of our bodies filling the room.
“Your breasts might grow after you give birth.”
“Hngh! Haaang!! Are you… are you saying you’re going to impregnate me… just so my breasts will grow?!”
“Such a thing! It’s a matter of utmost importance!”
“I’ll kill you!”
A cry, almost a sob, echoed through the room.
Her vagina tightened around me, its grip almost painful.
Holy water gushed out.
Though I couldn’t expect milk to come from her flat chest, the performance of her vagina, which was pouring out clear holy water, was truly outstanding.
I lifted Zebeline, who was lying on the bed, into my arms, pulling her close. I wanted to achieve the deepest penetration possible for internal ejaculation.
“I’m going to cum. Carry my child.”
“Ah…! Fill my vagina with every last drop, I’ll carry Edan’s child…! Haaaang!!”
I pulled my penis out until the glans was caught by her vaginal walls.
And then, I thrust it back in, all the way to the root.
Zebeline climaxed, squirting her fluids.
I, holding back my own release until the very limit, unleashed a torrent of semen into the saintess’s pure vagina.
Throb, throb, throb, throb-
Hot seminal fluid filled Zebeline’s womb.
Her narrow vagina couldn’t contain the sheer volume of my ejaculate, and it overflowed, spilling out.
“Hnn, Haaaang… Haaaaang!!!”
Wanton moans escaped her lips. Not a trace of her usual saintly composure remained.
She even lifted her hips, trying to ensure a deeper, more thorough impregnation.
I had conquered the princess, and now the saintess as well.
I buried my face in her small breasts, filled with a sense of triumph and satisfaction.
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Just as well-fed cats are the first to jump on the kitchen counter, Ludmilla and Zebeline, having tasted the pleasures of the flesh, boldly demanded a second round.
“S-Stop…! Ah! What if someone comes in…!”
“You’re the one who started it, Ludmilla! Wiggling your ass like that!”
Old maid.
No,
She had graduated from old maid status last night.
Ludmilla, clad in black pantyhose, pushed her backside against me, her skirt hiked up to reveal her lacy panties. It was a blatant invitation.
Could any man resist such a tempting offer?
I led her to a secluded corner of the garden.
And then, I pressed her against the wall, ripping her pantyhose.
—Rip-. Tear-
The torn fabric revealed her smooth, white skin.
I pulled down her panties and thrust into her waiting warmth without a word. Ludmilla moaned, caught off guard by my sudden, forceful intrusion.
“Khh, Khh…! Your penis… it’s too big…! I’m going to tear…!”
“You took me just fine last night. I’m sure you’ll be alright. After all, your vagina is mine now.”
I whispered in her ear.
Doggy style.
A position befitting animals.
She couldn’t see me.
Forced to look down,
Ludmilla, her ass high in the air, anxiously accepted my thrusts, constantly glancing around, worried that we might be discovered by the Hohenberc household staff.
“Ngh! Your grip is… incredible. How much do you want to get pregnant?”
“Mmm… Yes! Your child… I’ll carry as many as you want…! Haaaang!!”
The thrill of having sex outdoors, the risk of being discovered, only amplified her pleasure.
“I’m going to cum. Get pregnant, Ludmilla…!”
“Ahh! So rough…! You’re like a rutting beast…!”
I came inside her, my seed filling her womb, in a secluded corner of the garden, amidst scattered cleaning tools.
’No one would ever know.’
That in this mundane, everyday space, the noble princess had transformed into a wanton slut, begging for my seed.
Her fluids pooled beneath us, forming a small puddle.
If anyone were to discover it, they would assume a leaky pipe. They would never suspect that the Empire’s Second Princess had been writhing on the ground like a lovesick animal.
“Edan…! Edann…!”
After filling Ludmilla’s womb,
I cleaned myself and headed towards the cathedral where Zebeline was attending mass.
“Ahh! Ugh, Ahhh!! B-But… I’m in the middle of prayer…!”
“You promised to worship my penis instead of the Earth Mother. You have to keep your promises.”
I ripped off her pure white robes.
Zebeline protested, but she didn’t resist.
I clasped her hands together.
She looked like she was praying to her god.
I commanded her to spread her legs, her naked body exposed before the Earth Mother.
*—Squish! Squish! Squish!
The rhythmic sound of my penis thrusting into her slick vagina filled the cathedral.
“The Earth Mother is the goddess of fertility and childbirth. So, wouldn’t having sex in her cathedral increase the chances of pregnancy?”
“Hnn! Haaang! There is a passage in the scriptures about a barren noblewoman receiving the Earth Mother’s blessing and conceiving a child! But…! What kind of madman has sex in the Earth Mother’s cathedral?!”
Zebeline cried out.
But I didn’t stop.
I gazed at the statue of the Earth Mother, her ample bosom a symbol of fertility, and aligned my penis with Zebeline’s vagina.
“Alright. If you get pregnant, I’ll tithe to the Earth Mother. And if it’s twins, I’ll double it.”
I said playfully.
Zebeline responded with a moan that bordered on a scream, her body convulsing as she reached climax.
—Squirt—!
—Squirt, squirt!
A jet of her fluids arced through the air, staining the crimson carpet beneath the altar.
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