Ravenously

The church's basement, where not even sunlight reached.

The two stepped into a dimly lit room that might best be called an opulent solitary cell.

He had braced himself for a bit of dustiness, but surprisingly, the room was clean.

A matching set of table and chairs. A fireplace and a ventilation shaft, a flush toilet, and mana-sensing nightlights lined up in a row along the wall.

There even seemed to be a bathroom for cleansing oneself, and Yoal let his gaze wander around curiously.

"Well, this is awfully grand."

"… A cell for the highborn, or something of the sort, I imagine… This was disputed territory to begin with, so there were probably times they took hostages…"

"I see—no."

Never mind that for now, he thought, wrapping an arm around Almaeira's waist.

Yoal lifted her easily into his arms and turned his eyes toward a corner of the room—a clean, soft-looking bed.

"Hyaa…!?"

"Everything else can wait, right, Alma? … You're the one who kept this place clean, aren't you?"

Almaeira was the only one who knew about this room. Which meant, naturally, that she was the one who had cleaned it.

In Yoal's arms, her face flushed bright red, and she stole a quick glance at the room's door.

"… Y-yes… Um, but…"

"Mm."

"… First… I'd like to… cleanse my body…"

"No need."

"… Y-Yoal, um, your eyes are scar—aaah!?"

Without giving her a say in the matter, Yoal held her tight and gently lowered Almaeira onto the sheets.

Her small body bounced softly. Her beautiful platinum hair scattered loose, and her jet-black vestments spread out like a raven's wings.

"The scent of your skin, the scent of your sweat—I don't want to miss a single part of you. So, no."

"… Uuh…"

"… Though if you don't like my scent, I won't force it on you."

He would make that concession.

Yoal kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, slipping off Almaeira's shoes for her at the same time.

She turned her eyes away bashfully, her blue eyes suddenly growing moist.

"… I don't… hate it… I want to smell it, lots of it. Give me all of you, Yoal…"

"Then you're the same as me, aren't you, Alma."

"… B-but, um, there are all sorts of… embarrassing parts, and…"

"Taking only the tasty parts for yourself—that's not fair, is it?"

With a little "uuh," Almaeira gave a small nod, gazing up at the man with a pained, yearning look.

Yoal smiled and gently ran his hand along her slender legs, sheathed in black silk up past the knee.

He rolled up the hem of her vestments, which reached below the knee, and stroked down from her thighs to her feet—kneading her toes.

"… Th-that has nothing to do with it, does it…!?"

"No, it does. Letting your lower body get cold is bad. Warming it up is even better."

"I-is that so."

"In truth, I just wanted to touch them, though."

"H-hey…!"

Almaeira puffed out her cheeks with a pout, but she wasn't the least bit displeased.

With her toes and soles carefully kneaded, her feet, where blood tends to pool, grew flushed and warm. Both legs swayed ticklishly, and she rubbed her inner thighs together restlessly.

"It's true that keeping warm is better. Also, it makes you more sensitive."

"… I-is that so…"

Almaeira nodded, her expression more earnest than before.

"So keep your socks on."

"… Huh!?"

Almaeira's eyes went wide, her expression as though she'd been struck by some blow.

Her half-lidded gaze drifted through the air, until at last, overcome with embarrassment, she turned her eyes away.

"What's wrong? What was so shocking about that?"

"… B-because… keeping them on… isn't that like some kind of pervert…"

"Ahh…"

Yoal understood from her words. To Almaeira, the sexual act meant only both parties fully naked, with the man on top.

To her, once an earnest cleric, anything beyond that must have looked like a wanton act of pointlessly indulging carnal desire.

"What's wrong with that? Nothing at all."

"… Huh, ah…?"

As he said this, Yoal slipped his arm behind her slender knee. Spreading one leg wide as he leaned over her, he brought their faces close together.

At the weight of the man bearing down on her, Almaeira's eyes gradually grew moist, and she turned an enraptured gaze up at him.

"… Wh-what do you… mean…"

"Even if we drown in perverted, lustful, lecherous sex—no one's going to blame us for it."

"… Ah…"

Of course.

There was no longer anyone to blame them for their relationship. Whatever they did, it was theirs to freely do.

Whatever her imagination conjured from the man's words, Almaeira's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade.

"Not even God is watching anymore… Right?"

"… U-uhn…"

However devout the girl might be, she could not have been without some feeling of having been forsaken.

That was precisely what had made Almaeira voice such lewd pleading earlier.

The two brought their faces closer still. Close enough that their breaths mingled, their lips grazing. They whispered lewd sweet nothings into each other's ears—their overlapping body heat mounting by the moment.

"Shall we do it, then? Not to make babies—self-indulgent, wanton sex for pleasure alone."

"… I'll do it… I will, do it… perverted, filthy sex… the one that feels… the best…"

"I'm going to pump all my sperm into this tiny little belly. It'll shudder inside your belly, spurt after spurt, and I'll scatter my filthy sperm just to make us feel good."

"… Mm… give it to me… it's hot, and thick, and delicious… if something like that spills inside my belly… there's no way that wouldn't feel amazing…"

"See, you can feel it pressing against your belly, can't you? … It'll be the thickest load I've ever shot, so you'll probably get pregnant in one go. You'll end up knocked up as a bonus to feeling good, but… that's fine, right?"

"… It's… fine. Of course it is… being made happy all the way deep in my belly by something rock-hard… a child made from that is obviously the best… so, the sex that feels the best with Yoal… sex just to feel good… I'll do it, I will… do it, do it…💕"

Grinding their bodies together, they felt their heat rising. As if determined never to let go, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her small body tight.

At the end of their lewd whispers, overcome with emotion, the two shared a long, deep, passionate kiss.

They twined their outstretched tongues together, licking wetly over each other's surfaces. Pressing their lips flush, they let their tongues tangle. Wet, smacking sounds of saliva leapt up, echoing within their mouths. Filling the air with nothing but the sound of their mingling saliva, the two swallowed almost in unison, throats bobbing with a gulp.

Neither minded the drool spilling from the corners of their mouths. Drawing clear threads between them, they pressed their lips together with wet smacks. Yoal's lips were a little rough, while Almaeira's, by contrast, were soft and squishy. As if captivated by that pleasant springiness, the man devoured them—sucking with a smack, sliding his tongue over them slickly.

On a whim, Yoal stuck out his saliva-coated tongue and let it flow wetly into the girl's mouth.

Almaeira's cheeks softened with delight as she stuck out her tongue to receive the saliva. She swallowed it down at once with a gulp of her throat, then offered up her own spit-coated tongue in return.

Yoal pressed his own tongue snugly against it and slurped up the saliva. Drinking down the spit that tasted almost sweet, he entwined their tongues again with wet, sticky sounds.

"… Ku, hah."

"… Nn, uu… nn, fuh…💕"

No matter how deep or how long they kissed, they couldn't get enough. Their lips and tongues felt as if they might go soft and pruny. Each time they slurped up each other's saliva, their body heat climbed, and sweat began to bead on their foreheads.

Yoal gently brushed aside the bangs clinging to Almaeira's forehead and tousled her little head. That alone drew a smile of delight from her, and she squirmed, wriggling her hips.

Picha, picha. Kuchu, kuchu. Nicha, nicha. Nuchu, nuryun—.

Lewd wet sounds rang out without pause, testifying to the dense intimacy of the man and woman.

The kiss, which had seemed like it might go on forever, ended only when Almaeira pushed against Yoal's shoulder with a pained, yearning gesture.

"… Is something wrong?"

"… Yoal… I, already…"

At some point Almaeira's legs had fallen wide open, wrapping around Yoal's hips as if to nestle against them.

Between her slender thighs, her white underwear was soaked through, stained with a boat-hull-shaped patch of wetness.

The slick droplets could no longer be contained by her underwear, overflowing enough to wet her thighs.

"… You get this wet from just a kiss, huh."

"Nn… ah, th-that's not it… it's your fault, Yoal…"

"What else did I even do?"

Yoal gazed steadily at Almaeira, restlessly stroking her earlobe as if to tickle it.

She swayed her hips longingly, and, red all the way to her ears, gently parted her saliva-slick lips.

"… Because you press… something big, and hard… against my belly…"

"Like this?"

"Nn, ah, no, that—don't, don't…💕"

Yoal leaned his weight down a little harder, pressing his stiffened rod against her lower belly.

When he twisted his hips in a grinding circle, his rigid member dug in. The obscenely taut head of his shaft prodded her soft lower belly, and Almaeira's eyes welled up as if she might burst into tears.

"This is what's going inside Alma's belly, you know? Here, I'll press it right against your bare skin."

"Nn…💕ah, nyaa, no…💕ah, it's… h-hot…💕"

He flipped up the hem of her vestments, exposing her dazzlingly white belly.

He pressed his rod against it once more. Even though it was still through cloth, Almaeira's expression instantly melted, and she writhed her hips.

"You can feel it throbbing, dokun, dokun, right? All the sperm that's built up wants to get inside Alma's belly."

"… Aah… th-that's… not fair…💕it's h-hot… my belly feels like it's going to burn up…💕"

Sweet, sugary breaths kept spilling from her fresh, dewy lips, hah, hah. With a rapturous color deep in her eyes, she gazed at Yoal reproachfully.

Each time his thick, rigid member rubbed against her, Almaeira's little belly twitched and rippled with impatient longing. Lewd juices seeped into her underwear with a wet gush, the dripping nectar now enough to wet the sheets.

Yoal's breathing, too, turned rough with excitement, and he let out a beastlike groan against her ear. At the sound of breathing that so plainly betrayed his carnal lust, Almaeira's small body flushed hot all over again.

"… Alma. Shall we kiss one more time?"

"… U-uu… not like this, I said no…💕… ah…"

Yoal lowered his gaze for a moment, then tipped up her chin with a light nudge.

They gazed steadily at one another. Without looking away, they let their eyes meet and mingle, as if exchanging their ardor.

Almaeira squirmed and wriggled her hips restlessly, swaying her bottom, then squeezed her eyes shut as if pleading for something—and gave a small nod in resignation.

The next instant, their lips met without a moment's pause.

Their wet membranes made a slick sound. At once their tongues twined and tangled together. Mixing and exchanging their saliva, they swallowed with repeated gulps. With a naturalness like a couple of many years, they shared a deep, thoroughly lewd kiss.

All the while, the two rolled their hips in circles against each other. Grinding, entwining. Pressing together the intimate places that were the very distillation of carnal desire, they stoked each other's lust without limit.

Yoal's fiercely reared erection was blatant. And Almaeira's sex, too, seethed with a lewd heat no less intense.

"… Ah, nn… Yoal, wait, right now…"

As their lips parted, saliva stretched into a thread in the gap between them.

Almaeira's shoulders trembled in small twitches, and she moved to stop him, her agitation plain. Sweat beaded damply on her forehead, and her face flushed redder than ever before.

"… No."

"Ah… nn, uu, fuuu…💕nnu, ku, fuh…💕"

But Yoal paid no mind and seized her lips. He pressed their lips together with wet smacks, chupu, chu, tangling their tongues stickily and insistently. He ground the symbol of his desire against her again and again, and at last he tormented her by gently tickling the hollow of her lovely ear with a fingertip.

In an instant, shivers ran through Almaeira from head to toe. Her body went limp and languid, her face melting into rapture. She offered up her tongue as if in devotion, and her toes curled tight, stiffening.

Her lower belly convulsed violently, twitch after twitch—the untouched bud that had never accepted anyone clenched tight and narrow, squeezing greedily.

"… Ah, ahn, it's, coming… coming, something's, it's coming, it's coming, coming…💕I'm coming, coming, coming… I'm cummiiing…💕"

In that instant, her entire body quaked with a violent shudder, and Almaeira sank into sweet, blissful ecstasy.

Her belly, pressed flush against his rigid member, roiled violently. Tears of joy spilled from the corners of her eyes, and her expression broke into a sweet smile. The look on her face was one of gladly steeping in the pleasures of the flesh, of accepting a woman's happiness. Her slender spine arched, then dropped limply onto the sheets as sweet, tingling shivers raced through her. Drool trickled indecently from the corner of her mouth, and love-juices dripped copiously from her nectar-hole as well.

There could be no mistaking it. By any measure the man could see, Almaeira was trembling in the ecstasy of climax.

"Ah… ahn, ah…💕Coming, coming… I'm… c-cumming…💕"

"… Amazing, Alma."

"Ah… ahn, no, nooo…💕… wh-what is…💕… aaah…💕"

Yoal marveled as he watched over her climax.

He hadn't even touched Almaeira's erogenous zones yet. Much less had he given her any proper caresses. He had merely devoured her lips as his desire and passion moved him, and rubbed his rigid member against her.

From that alone, Almaeira had reached climax with the greatest of ease. And still her spasms of pleasure would not stop—she must have hit an exceptionally deep orgasm.

A womb orgasm, brought on by having her belly kneaded by his rod, her flushed, deep insides stoked. And all without drugs, without a Lewd Crest—merely from the two of them making love with their own bodies.

"You're incredibly lewd, Alma."

"… Th-that's… that's not it… it's just that you're too good, Yoal…💕"

"If you say so."

Laughing mischievously, Yoal gently tickled her ear. Without stopping the grinding of his hips, he carefully sustained the pleasure deep in her belly. Still shaking from an orgasm that would not subside, Almaeira quivered, shivers running across her smooth lower belly.

In truth it was probably neither. One might say their bodies were simply too compatible, but Almaeira's reaction was far too dramatic to leave it at that.

Most likely—it was the outcome of desire pent up over twenty long years of yearning for Yoal, finally bursting free. Precisely because it had been suppressed from the start, the rebound was all the more powerful.

Combined with the fact that she accepted him from the bottom of her heart, her body had opened completely, for Yoal and Yoal alone.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Not after you begged so adorably."

"… Th-that—you promised not to bring that up…💕"

"No I didn't. When did that become a promise, huh."

"… B-but, I… said such… things…💕"

Even after blurting out words of such utter lewdness, her sense of ethics seemed unchanged. As if her reason were ashamed of the cries of her instincts, she reddened and shook her head.

But even Almaeira could not win against pleasure. As her belly was squished and pressed again, she let out a blissful, rapturous breath. Sweat dampened her neck and thighs, and her lower belly shivered sweetly.

"Why care now? There's nothing wrong with you being lewd, Alma."

"… Nn, but… you'll come to hate me… ah, ku…💕"

"There's no way I'd hate you… Whether you're a Saintess or not has nothing to do with it. I love you, Alma."

"… Saying that… right now…💕that's not fair, I told you…💕ah, nn, uu…💕"

Gazing at each other, they exchanged pecking little kisses, chu, chu. A small touch of nothing more than lips meeting. They repeated it over and over, filling the room with faint, endless wet sounds, chupu, chu.

"If we're talking like that, I'm a sex maniac. Even now, I can't stand how badly I want to shove my cock inside you, Alma."

"… Nn, u, nn…💕"

Her lips wet with saliva, Almaeira lowered her eyes bashfully.

Precisely because she was so repressed about sex, when her restraint broke, it broke fiercely. As if it were the flip side of her strong sense of shame, each time a lewd word reached her ears her body flushed hot. Her aching belly twitched and trembled, prolonging the pleasure of her womb orgasm.

"So there's no way I'd hate you just for being lewd. Of course I love the Alma who comes just from being kissed while her belly gets ground on with a cock."

"… D-don't say it, I told you…💕uuuh…💕"

After glaring at Yoal with wet eyes, Almaeira wound her arms around the man's neck.

Pulling him close, she offered up her lips of her own accord. Making wet sounds leap, chupu, chu, she kissed him again and again, as if to seal his mouth shut.

Yoal responded in kind, hooking his arms behind the soles of both her feet. Fixing her wide-spread legs firmly in place, he forced the girl into a posture that all but thrust her sex forward.

He pressed their bodies even closer than before—sharing deep, wet, smacking kisses.

At the end of oral play in which each slipped a tongue into the other's mouth, the two, neither taking the lead, drew their lips apart in a thread of saliva.

"—Stubborn thing."

"… E-even I… won't just become honest that easily…💕"

Repeating sweet, panting breaths, hah, hah, Almaeira shook her head.

She has a point, Yoal thought. She had always been rigidly bound by commandments and the eyes of the public. At times her raw, instinctive lust came pouring out, but if she could rein it in right away, there'd be no trouble to speak of.

—And so Yoal hit upon a little scheme.

"Then let's do this, Alma."

"… What…? I'm terribly anxious about this, though…"

Contrary to her words, her expression was brimming with lewd anticipation.

Yoal gently touched her head, stroking as if to scoop up her soft platinum hair. Almaeira nuzzled her head against his hand of her own accord, narrowing her eyes in contentment.

"While I'm stroking your head like this, you become honest."

"… I become honest."

"Because of me."

"… Because of you, Yoal."

"That's right. No matter how filthy it is, you say out loud anything you want done to you."

"… I say it out loud…"

"That's how it works, all right?"

"… U-understood…"

Almaeira nodded obediently and accepted Yoal's words.

It was an exchange resembling imprinting, yet no mana whatsoever was involved.

This was mere play. A little playful pact, resting on their mutual trust.

—And yet it was also, unmistakably, a form of primordial sorcery.

"Then, Alma—spread your legs. This is the pose for when you get my cock stuffed inside you. Let's have you remember it."

"Nn, wh-what are you suddenly saying…💕"

Pressing down from above on her legs spread into an M-shape, he laid her sopping-wet crotch bare and open.

Gently pulling the string of the flimsy fabric, Yoal stripped away her panties.

"Ah, h-hey, don't look, ple—"

"… You don't want to be seen?"

Holding her legs down with his body, he gently stroked Almaeira's head.

For a moment she knit her brow as if hesitating, then, her lips blossoming open like a flower, she spoke.

"… I don't… hate it… it's okay… look… at my pussy… please, torment it…💕"

"… Good girl."

"U… nnu, uu…💕"

He tousled her head and whispered to her. Almaeira lowered her eyes again as if abashed, and plopped her head down into the pillow.