Saintess - Chapter 42
Raon’s hand tapped the closed folds of the woman, then soon used his fingers to open it up, a distinct wet noise accompanying his motion. It stretched tightly and without a single wrinkle.
As expected, this lewd place was already soaked and dripping with the woman’s arousal.
When the man’s large hand rubbed her sensitive bud, Agnes’s mouth naturally let out a moan, which was incomparable to the previous one.
Raon touched her ever so delicately, as though he was artistically playing an instrument. And, each and every time, Agnes would let out a melodious sound.
“Ah, Count… I… I feel strange. AHH!”
The hand that was teasing the woman’s hardened nub, getting swollen and the cause for such sweetened liquor pouring out, gradually became even more daring.
Splash, splash! Every time his hand moved violently, the surface of the water shook with dizzying waves.
Agnes’s body writhed like a fish out of water, and as though he’d been waiting for the right time all along, Raon pressed down on her flat lower abdomen.
Soon after, Agnes’s fluids oozed out into the water.
Agnes shook her head desperately and shamefully, thinking that she had urinated.
“Goodness. The holy water has been dirtied, Agnes.”
“I, I wish to stop, please… Hiic, please stop, Count.”
As Agnes came down from the height of her first climax, she begged and begged, but Raon did not give her even a second to breathe.
One long index finger penetrated into Agnes.
And those tight inner walls clamped down on Raon’s finger instantly.
His fingers continued to piston into her, making obscene sounds.
It was only a moment ago that she had felt such intense pleasure that her vision practically blanked out, yet Agnes’s body started heating up again.
In no time, Raon’s finger stabbed deep into her inner walls.
And, once again, Raon played Agnes like an instrument as if he had practiced countless hours before.
He did it with such skill, like someone who already knew which buttons to press and where they were—all to make her spill more c*m.
“How can you feel so much pleasure with just one mere finger?”
“Don’t you know that, in order to conceive, you’d have to receive a man right here?”
“Ha, uhn… nngh!”
“You asked me to make you pregnant, didn’t you?”
He added more fingers this time, and so continued the piston-like thrusting into the red, blooming flower.
And with his other hand, Raon rubbed the woman’s sensitive, hardened bud again and again.
A sensation that could be described as violent arrested her completely, wiping away everything from her mind.
And at the pinnacle, with her waist arched, her body spasming, and her eyes turned all the way up, Agnes reached her second org*sm.
“Ahhn, hah! C-Count, why— why do I feel so strange… Hhn, ahh, Count… AHNGH!”
“My, my. You came again.”
“I wish to try the water you had spilled, Agnes. What does it taste like, I wonder.”
Even though he had already received much of the water flowing out of the woman’s reservoir, Raon pretended not to know.
The obscene c*m that had left from Agnes could not be mixed with the holy water, so it floated over to the surface.
Stirring the water with his pinky finger, Raon raised it right in front of Agnes and brought it to his lips.
His red tongue licked the sticky juice off his finger.
“It tastes like both virtue and vice. The devil’s virtue and vice.”
From the scriptures, there was the forbidden fruit that’s said to corrupt man once given a taste.
When he had studied the scriptures for the first time, it had been difficult for him to understand why wise men acted the way they did. They already knew what the forbidden fruit was and what it did, yet each and every time, they would fall for the devil’s trick.
“Haa, really… How sweet, Agnes. So delicious.”
Now, however, he knew.
The true feelings of those who knew fully well that they’d be corrupted, yet were nevertheless willing to sink their teeth into virtue and vice.
At last, he knew.
* * *
Grabbing hold of his stiffened shaft, Raon used his other large hand to open up Agnes’s entrance.
It opened wide like a flower in full bloom, yet a small opening appeared.
Without any warnings at all, Raon thrusted himself into her.
His length easily burrowed itself into the woman, and it was as if she was sucking him in.
With a halted breath, Agnes’s back bounced eagerly.
And soon followed were the continuous, obscene noises of their union.
The large bed on which the two lay rocked along with their movements.
As the man’s member squeezed through the narrow gap, it hardened to a point that it seemed ready to burst.
Feeling that strong pressure, Raon clenched his teeth.
Agnes struggled quite frantically, trying to push Raon’s bare shoulders away.
However, his upper body was like a solid wall, and it refused to budge from such weak resistance.
The man’s huge pillar sank deeply to the hilt, filling the woman utterly full. It left for the slightest moment, until it would return once again. This motion never stopped.
Why did it feel so familiar to accept him?
Agnes was awash with an overwhelming amount of pleasure, yet she couldn’t help but ask.
Of course, this was the first time she was sleeping with a man ever since her husband had completely lost function of his lower appendage.
This was why she had been bracing herself for when she’d finally receive Raon. But then, she accepted him easier than she thought.
It felt as if Raon’s thing was familiar to her.
As it writhed and craved for him, this body of hers, on the other hand, felt like it was someone else’s.
Noticing that Agnes was briefly immersed in her thoughts, Raon’s movements intensified.
Thrust, thrust, thrust—!
He drove himself into the woman as wildly as a beast.
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