Chapter 31 – The Broken Saint (1)
Shiana took off her clothes layer by layer, still trembling in her pain and fear left behind by her violence. She even wore clothes made of coarse fabric and underwear that covered her lower breasts and secret parts.
Even though she was not in her room, the cool autumn weather made her feel a little better indoors. Feeling the air on her slightly chilled skin, Shiana made her body tremble involuntarily.
Feeling her little goosebumps rising, she knelt down. She clasped her hands together and looked up at her Isabella, feeling the feel of the heavy carpet on her legs.
Seeing Isabella’s expression slightly distorted, her heart sank for a moment. Her hair seemed to go white with fear of the violence she felt would repeat itself,
“… Eight.”
Isabella’s finger pointed at Cianna’s left arm, her bandaged wrist to be exact.
“Bring it here.”
Cianna held out her trembling hand to Isabella. It was a scar and a nightmare she wanted to forget that would follow her all her life.
If Isabella ever asks about her scars…
She wondered what answer she might have to answer her question, but she didn’t have a flash of a solution.
Feeling Isabella’s hand loosen the bandage around her wrist, Cianna squeezed her eyes shut.
“… It’s a mess.”
After a moment of silence, Isabella’s words were heard. According to her words, it must have been an ugly wound. She scraped the skin that had been recovering dozens of times over her old, discolored wounds.
Siana was terrified again. She could feel her hands and feet wet with sweat. She had only been beaten because of these wounds, and it seemed that it wouldn’t be strange if Isabella’s hand hit her at any moment.
However, the actions that followed were even more disparate than Siana expected.
“Oh… ?!”
I felt something warm, soft and moist in my fresh wound, which had not yet gone away.
She reflexively tried to withdraw her hand, but the touch passed again onto her helplessly held wrist. Then again. And again.
What caught Shiana’s eyes, round in astonishment, was Isabella’s face as she wiped her wounds with the tip of her tongue with a slightly displeased look on her eyes.
She didn’t know how to react to her actions, which were reminiscent of wild beasts. She felt fear, understandably, but at the same time, she wondered why she felt that way, but-
Why does it feel a little more natural and gentle than her usual understated, well-thought-out behavior?
Cianna gradually felt the tremors in her body disappear, and she stared blankly at Isabella for a moment. Was it because of the fishy taste of blood on the tip of her tongue, or was it because of the nasty taste of the disinfectant she had applied earlier? Looking at Isabella’s twisted purple eyes, Cianna tried to read her thoughts beyond that for a moment.
But, as always, she couldn’t read anything behind her two twinkling purple eyes.
Perhaps she felt Cianna’s stare piercing her, Isabella slightly raised her head.
“… I will erase the traces.”
As she looked at Isabella, who spoke incomprehensibly, Ciana wondered if she was the Isabella she had been seeing.
At the first meeting with her, even though she was younger than himself, she seemed to be several times more mature, and she did not treat people as toys or pet dogs, restraining and sadistic.
Isabella without the leisure she always had, without the smile that used to make everything seem to be in the palm of her hand.
She really had the first time she thought she was like a girl that age she was her age.
The reason why it lasted so long After her hair gnawed, Isabella lifted her head and looked at her Cianna, and Cianna looked at her Isabella.
Between the two gazes where only malice and resentment, unwanted pleasure and abandonment stayed,
For the first time, confusion sets in.
The fishy taste of blood and antiseptic was on the tip of her tongue, but Isabella didn’t care and ran her tongue over the affected area. It was disgusting to her common sense, and she knew it well. Not only did she say Isabella she had never once licked anyone. She is neither Becky nor anyone else.
I felt Siana’s gaze. In the eyes of Sianna, who had only seen her resignation and fear these days, something else was peeking in for the first time in a while.
“… I will erase the traces.”
She seemed to have to make up an excuse. Okay. It’s just erasing the traces of the cheeky little boy left on my Sianna’s body. Confusing. Isabella had never felt anything like this before.
It was something she couldn’t understand. What does licking her wounds have to do with erasing her tracks?
However, even if it was such an irrational act, the current Isabella was willing to do it.
Because Siana was mine.
It is only after her that she covers her wounds with her saliva until she is satisfied.
“…”
As she thought about what order to give, Isabella took Cianna’s hand and dragged her. Ciana, who did not know what she was talking about, stood up awkwardly as Isabella led her.
“Sit down.”
Cianna looked at Isabella with a slightly bewildered expression and sat cautiously astride her bed. Isabella also took off her clothes layer by layer, down to her underwear.
“…”
Isabella sat astride her thighs, wrapping her arms around her neck. She had to look down at her body because she was smaller than he was.
From a distance where she could feel Shiana’s breath, she looked at her face intently.
Her cheeks flushed red with her own knives.
Not the eyes that used to shine like beautiful jewels, but the eyes that glistened pitifully, drenched in tears.
Tears still ran down her face, reddened by the constant flow of tears.
Still, she was beautiful.
Isabella grabbed the back of her head gently so she couldn’t escape, and kissed her lips. In the slightly chilly indoor air, Isabella exchanged saliva with Ciana, relying on the warmth felt from their close skin.
She touches her tongue, her teeth, her gums with her tongue, kisses her with her tongue, which is longer than usual and persistent, and then takes her head away from her. From her cyan lips, which have turned a little darker, her silver thread hangs from her own mouth.
Raise one of her fingers and gently sweep it from her shoulder to her waist. It was her little weakness that she learned while living with Shiana.
“… It’s okay.”
With her weak moaning, Sianna’s body trembled and her eyes became slightly hazy.
Isabella pressed closer to her Sianna’s body, carrying her weight and knocking her over. She burrowed under the soft bed below. She drew in her breath, burying her head between her collarbone and the nape of her neck.
Ciana always smelled good. Not a scent made from perfume and soap, but a body scent that makes people feel good.
Was the gradually rapidly beating heart his own, or was it Siana’s? Isabella moved her tongue, feeling her dizziness.
“… Ah♥”
Unlike before, she heard a slightly lewd moan coming out of her mouth. She tried to shrink her body as if it was a sensitive stimulus, but she didn’t allow Isabella and she moved her tongue even more persistently.
He cupped her small but tender breasts in her hands and ran her fingers around the tips of her breasts. But she wasn’t as rude or rough as she used to be.
The purpose of her relationship today was to imprint on her memory the pleasures of her unforgettable past for her Sianna.
As if playing a prank on her, she teases her areolas and areolas, paying attention to Sianna’s body’s reaction.
“Ah… , Ah… ♥”
When her body twitching and moaning intensify, she temporarily reduces her stimulation,
“…”
When she calms down, she ramps up her stimulation again. She repeats it for a while, then glances at her and turns her head to look at her face.
Her eyes, half immersed in her haze, were looking at Isabella. She felt proud of her change, as she was shown to be more actively and more immersed in her pleasure than before. Isabella changes her position and teases Cianna’s ear with her tongue.
“Ctuk… ♥ Knock… ♥”
Her tongue collided with her flesh, creating a gooey sound. Once, as her tongue moved along the grooves of her earlobes, the stretching wriggling movement came right through.
“… You’ve become lascivious, Siana♥”
It was a word she had said dozens or hundreds of times to insult her each time, but now her Shia has definitely changed to the extent that I can’t deny it.
She reaches down and puts her hand between her legs. The result of her intense excitement and lust clung to her fingertips.
“Like this, spouting love juice… ♥”
Somehow, a feeling of elation and satisfaction welled up at the same time. Not the satisfaction that comes from the fact that the other person obeys me, but the sense that the other person is one step closer to sexual pleasure because of me.
Continue to tickle her fingertips between her ciana’s legs. He began to rub and stimulate her fingertips over the slightly hardened little clitoris over her two petals.
“Ah ♥ ah ♥ ah… ♥”
Her pitiful body trembled like mad and wanted to climax. If she continued like this, Shiana’s body, which had been remodeled to become sensitive to her erogenous sensations, would enjoy the pleasure of exhaling her quick tide.
However, today I couldn’t be satisfied with such a simple thing.
She distances herself from Sianna, who is on the verge of surrendering herself to her pleasure. There was a look of wonder in her eyes that were immersed in her hazy consciousness.
“… Why, why… ♥”
Siana’s expression, not feeling the pleasure approaching her, was quite worth seeing. She has neither anger nor displeasure, but displeasure. She cut herself off from the present and prioritized her pleasure, reminding me of how stupid sex can be.
Isabella walked over to her closet. From the box she opened, she pulled out a small vial. It was something that would ease the pain of her cyanna.
As she called her name in her low voice, Cianna raised her head, her beautiful face stained with base pleasures.
Who would have believed a few years ago if a revered saint of the continent had told her that she would fall to a level inferior to that of a toy.
Isabella uncapped her medicine bottle, spread a thin layer of her medicine on her middle finger and her ring finger, and headed back to her bed. A slight relief is seen on Sianna’s face. Her hopes that she would be able to climax followed by her stream of pleasure that had almost been cut off.
It follows her touch so that she can walk the tightrope between her tickling pleasure and climax.
“Ah… ♥ Ah… ♥”
Watching Sianna actively covet her pleasure, Isabella lost her thoughts for a moment.
It brings joy to those who see it, like a small flower at the edge of a cliff or a newly fallen snow during a winter night. Many people would feel joy just by letting it exist.
But plucking the flower and placing it in a water bottle, and leaving the first footprints in the pure white sanctuary, is a privilege and symbol that only one person can have.
And it was only Isabella who would pick Cyanna flowers, and who could leave her footprints in her sanctuary, that she would be herself.
“Siana. I’ll make you feel better than now… ♥”
It was unclear whether Cianna, whose eyes had been undone, heard her correctly.
Isabella continued gently, centering on Ciana’s clitoris, which she had stopped earlier. Her stimulation, which now added to her speed, signaled that Ciana’s body was nearing climax.
“Ah, ah♥ please… Don’t stop… ♥”
Cyana’s voice drowned in pleasure. The figure of her pleading when she reached the front of her pleasure, even though she herself threatened, harassed, and assaulted her.
“Ah, ah♥ sss♥♥!!”
I felt Siana’s body stiffen for a moment. Now, the pleasure of rushing in.
Isabella raised her middle and ring fingers, and she stabbed herself into Cyana’s sanctuary, where nothing had ever invaded her.
Sensing something on her fingertips, Isabella tightened her fingertips even more.
“Heuuuuu ♥♥!!”
Hearing the end of the moaning, which was filled with pleasure, was decorated with a bit of pain.
Isabella cradled Cianna’s body as she trembled with pain and pleasure, running her fingers over her inner nooks and crannies.
“Ah, it hurts♥ it hurts-♥♥”
Isabella, oblivious to her cries of Sianna, she hugged her body and kissed her on the forehead.
Of course it hurts But as soon as the medicinal effect starts to work, you’ll feel better too.
Seeing her tears begin to spread, Sianna felt a strange sense of conquest sprout in her. She stroked her cheek affectionately and whispered softly in her ear.
“… It’s mine Siana. Your beginning, your body, and everything from now on.”
She is the owner of a broken saint who rebuilds herself, breaks down again, and eventually becomes corrupted by her carnal lust.
She cannot yield to anyone,
It was her own.
