Saintess - Chapter 29 - Belle Reservoir

Chapter 29

Translator: Yonnee

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Approaching the bedside, Raon took off his robe leisurely.

His naked body shone luminously beneath the moonlight.

And his groin, after being subjected to self-harm day by day, was simply a mess.

He brought the sharp blade over and over again upon the scars that had not even fully healed yet. Not a single place there could be called unscathed.

Day and night, his passion for Agnes deepened.

At least during the day, he controlled his desires by harming himself, but whenever the sun would set and the moon would rise, not a single attempt at restraint proved successful.

This almost uncontrollable desire was making him thirst for Agnes to the point that his rationality had become paralyzed.

This desire was so much like the devil’s temptation, and each time he felt it, Raon had no choice but to kneel.

Immediately going on top of the woman, he took off her clothes with hurried movements.

His large hands spread the woman’s slender legs wide open.

As her pale legs were splayed widely, the small piece of cloth that was covering her entrance caught Raon’s attention.

He pushed the undergarment aside that very moment and stuck his tongue into the crevice.

Sluurp, smack, slurp.

Distinct sounds started coming from Raon’s mouth.

He then quickly took off Agnes’s cumbersome undergarments, sucking and licking several times as the red little nub became hardened.

As the man gave in to his desire, the only thing that could be seen in his eyes was instinct.

Every time he sucked in the woman’s lewd fluids that were flowing from her, the man’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down beautifully.

“Ha, I knew it—it’s dirty. It’s so dirty that I can’t stand it, Agnes.”

Tonight, he was coveting Agnes’s body as if he had lost his mind.

When he had seen Agnes writhing beneath another man earlier this morning, the very sight of it made Raon feel as if all the blood in his veins was boiling.

He was not so dull that he did not know what the name of this emotion was.

The emotion he had towards Agnes today was anger.

However, Raon had no idea why he was so angry at her.

This unknown anger, in the end, was directed at Agnes.

As his tongue teased further, Raon sucked Agnes’s entrance relentlessly. His ministrations became more persistent and intense.

“I shall cleanse the filth upon you.”

Rummaging through the robe that had been discarded on the floor earlier, Raon took out a glass vial that contained transparent water.

This was holy water containing the pope’s prayers.

He took off the cork with his mouth and poured the holy water into his mouth.

Then, he kissed the sleeping woman.

Without a moment wasted, Raon’s tongue intertwined with Agnes’s.

The transparent holy water went down Agnes’s throat, she gulped it down well enough even though she was asleep.

With a tranquil expression as her eyes were clothes, it looked as if she was a babe suckling upon her mother’s milk. This incited Raon’s desire even more.

“Shall I try something else?”

Raon sat up on the bed, on his knees as he drew closer to Agnes. And, he brought his erect pillar to the lips of the sleeping woman, rubbing himself slowly against her flesh.

Prec*m started leaking from the tip of his manhood, and it was soon smeared upon the woman’s mouth.

Without a struggle, he slowly pushed the raging arousal into Agnes’s red lips.

“Haa…”

Today was the very first time that he had taken this upper entrance.

Every time her soft tongue touched the slit upon the blunt tip, Raon felt a horrifying, frightening pleasure shuddering through him.

“Haa— ngh!”

Raon raised his back even more, groaning pleasurably as his head was tilted back.

It was an explicit sight.

When the small mouth became filled with the enlarged manhood, Raon grabbed the back of Agnes’s head and drove all of himself into the warm, moist hole roughly.

Perhaps saliva, perhaps holy water. It flowed down the corner of Agnes’s mouth.

There was a moment that Agnes gagged in her sleep as the man’s erection had reached her throat, but Raon—without mercy—thrust himself even deeper inside.

“Keugh!”

Raon immediately came in Agnes’s mouth.

The warm, obscene c*m spewed out profusely.

Unlike the holy water that she had gulped down easily, Agnes could not receive Raon’s s*men all at once.

At the sight of this, Raon’s brows became furrowed. He did not like that his seed was leaking out of her mouth.

“Ha, damn it. You must drink every last drop, Agnes. You can’t spill it.”

He scooped up the s*men around her mouth and brought it all into Agnes’s lips once again.

Even though he had already climaxed once, his pillar remained rock hard. It swayed and—tap, tap—slapped the sleeping woman’s mouth.

It was not until he finally heard the sound of her gulping down everything he gave her that Raon nodded satisfactorily.

Without a break, he buried his face in Agnes’s chest once more.

It wasn’t always like this, but Agnes right now smelled of seductive roses all over her body.

Rubbing his angular nose upon her pale, fine skin, Raon savored her scent and took a deep inhale to embed the fragrance in his lungs.

“Mmh…”

He soon brought his mouth to one of the woman’s pert nipples, moving his tongue around it as though he was sucking upon ever-sweet candy. A faint moan flowed out of Agnes’s lips.

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