Chapter 928 – Azelin (2)
The wet hands move back and forth over the dick with all their might, like a pack of dogs in heat.
Tap, tap. Tak-Tak-Tak-Tak-Tak-Tak-Tak-Tak-An act of very blatantly expressing sexual desire.
However, after having lived with outstanding women all my life, it was almost impossible for me to quench my desires on my own. Unfortunately, I had no choice but to eat Azelin’s plump butt in front of me as a side dish.
“…”
The sound of flesh striking violently even though it is pouring rain.
Instead of a beautiful buttock, the hand holding the dick touched her groin, and the hideous dick pulled out of her pants became as hard as steel.
“How much… “Is it going to take a while?”
“Well. At this pace, I think I’ll have to do it all morning. If you can sleep first, you can sleep.”
Is there any saint in the world who would comfortably lie in bed with a masturbating man, especially one who is reputed to be a rapist?
Azelin, who showed her back to me, seemed to be bothered by her wet butt even though she had changed into her nun’s clothes, so she kept shaking her butt and adjusting her posture.
Hips. Look at the wrinkles and underwear lines on the nun’s clothes that cling to that soft, moist lump of faith.
If only the buttocks of inexperience and ignorance would touch her heels and rub from side to side. The clearer outline of the butt hole drove people crazy.
“… I don’t think I can sleep like this. Oh, I never doubt you… It’s just that sound bothers me.”
“I understand.”
“… Yes…”
The sound of flesh hitting flesh is too stark. It was hard to tell whether Azelin’s ears were bright red because she was wearing her nun’s uniform as her FM. The water droplets flowing through the nun’s folds on her soft calves, thighs, and buttocks were very stimulating.
-Tap, thump, thump.
5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes. The masturbation continues. I was able to control ejaculation, but maybe it was because I hadn’t had sexual intercourse for over two weeks.
My body and crown did not allow me to fuck in the air. After much effort, I scanned Azelin’s body more closely to quickly reach her ejaculation.
Timid, small feet with black dust and grains of sand stuck to them.
Aside from the sacredness that seemed impossible to reach, I wanted to personally remove the dirty dust and straw that had stuck to the soles of those feet.
How would I feel if, in return, that angelic saintess had no choice but to step on my dick with her feet?
Or maybe she’ll do her bidding and teach Azelin her skills if she doesn’t know much.
She roughly put her feet together and vigorously stroked my glans with her small feet.
It might be a good idea to put her feet, puffy and wrinkled from long penance, in one place, place the concave parts of her soles side to side, and stick your dick inside them.
-Tap-tap-tap.
What about those lovely thighs?
Azelin’s soft thighs, which work day and night in the monastery, gathering small nuns and teaching them, are her saint’s taboo sanctuary, untouched by any knight.
Just like her sugar-white face. There must be breathtaking thighs underneath that black skirt that have never been exposed to light.
I slowly lick and suck that thigh starting from the knee, leaving a mark with my lips and swallowing the sweat.
Pure bare thighs that have never worn pantyhose or rough stockings in their entire lives.
I had the urge to squeeze the two buttocks with my palms and spread them apart, with water droplets forming on the surface like sweat on my forehead.
Because of the thick fabric of the nun’s uniform that Azelin is wearing, even if you massage her buttocks, you cannot fully convey the feel of her flesh.
An inexperienced butt full of eggs will leave clear marks, like when a hard-shelled fruit is crushed by a person’s hand.
I wanted to forcefully shove a big dick into that apple-like ass that I raised so well, and shatter its divinity.
-Tap, thump!
So, let’s keep masturbating like that, imagining things that don’t work.
Perhaps too much time has passed, and my posture has become uncomfortable? Azelin adjusted her posture.
Azelin’s feet, which were placed together, stretched out to either side of her, and her buttocks pressed into an oval shape.
The saint’s buttocks are pale yellow, reflecting the soft light of the lamp.
You can see the inverted triangle above her hip cleavage. At the groin area where the panty line meets, the empty space created by the lack of contact between her saintly perineum and her clothes appeared as a black triangle.
If you put it in there, it goes straight to the pussy.
Azelin let out a short breath as rude thoughts flooded her mind. I flinched as it stung.
“… ?”
He listens to my movements for a moment, then adjusts his posture.
Because her nun’s robe was rolled up, her thighs, upper calves, and her white knees were clearly visible.
“Hey, can we talk about something…?” ? If it takes too long…”
Asks Azelin, trying to escape her consciousness from the sounds of her masturbation.
“I know. “How did she become a saint?”
“More than anything, she has been living as a novice nun in obedience to the will of the World Tree since she was seven years old.”
I shook my dick hard and listened to Azelin.
Regardless of her nature, which was to satisfy her daughter’s needs, her reason was curious about the pure passion she displayed.
It almost felt like her consciousness was being split in half.
“My sisters were amazing and had a lot to admire. I think the knowledge I learned from looking over my shoulder was a great help to my life at the monastery… The great tree gave blessings to me because I was faithful. It’s definitely thanks to the sisters.”
Azelin carefully listed the simple and enjoyable life of a young squirrel.
Because he was very humble and chose his words, life at the monastery seemed like paradise. Even though she spoke quite condescendingly, I could clearly feel Azelin’s sincerity.
“You’ve been helping nuns with their work since you were five?”
“Yes. I don’t really remember though. “After listening to the stories of the sisters, she said that from the time she could speak, she followed the sisters with short steps, reciting her doctrine.”
“That’s amazing. She deserves to be elevated to the status of a saint and to represent her world tree.”
“Oh… That’s too much praise. It’s all thanks to the sisters, and the reason I’m in this position is purely because the World Tree gave me grace.”
“I just couldn’t live a celibate life. That’s why things like this happen there too.”
“It’s not a very ascetic life. Although it is prohibited within the monastery, excessive drinking and enjoyment are only cautioned against. “Drinking and playing are not prohibited.”
No matter how you think about it, there will be a big difference between the good defined by the world and the good defined by religion.
“Yeah, you look like you had a good time.”
“Yes. I think I had a really peaceful and happy childhood. Everyone cared about me, and I cared about everyone too. Children become adults. The elders who come to visit me are also getting older day by day, and after they reach the end of their lives and pass away to the World Tree. Making the sign of the cross was also rewarding.”
Pure and clear, Azeline really seemed like a woman born to become a saint.
Was she Angelica? It’s really comparable to someone I know. Azelin seemed like she would carelessly treat a woman I despise, so I spared her words.
“Do you even pray?”
“I do it all the time. Always, even now. Even if the World Tree is not with me right now. He gave me my life, and I will live picturing him until the day I die. Even if other world trees throw me away.”
Even if I get rid of religion, Azelin will find a comfortable home by herself, regardless of the current trends, and she will bow to the fallen world tree.
Being able to firmly believe in something and follow it. As someone who has rolled through all kinds of filth, I feel envious.
Since it was a world tree, Azelin felt a little sad.
‘It is also a religion that has been in place for a long time. I know it can’t be helped.’
“I can’t live like that.”
“Everyone has clothes and a place that suits them.”
“Of course. If she is a saint, does she also say something like confession?”
Azelin let out a short sigh and lifted her head.
“Yes. Of course. If… Are you planning to confide in me? I think it’s good.”
“Even if there is no God I believe in?”
“Even if you deny and are hostile to trees, just telling someone about what you’ve been through is something that relieves the burden… There is probably no one who can help ease King Mokryeong’s burden. The more, the better…”
“That’s what it meant.”
It seems that Christianity often does not say things like ‘I forgive your sins.’
“… Is there something you need to tell me about your concerns?”
“There are a lot. It’s not something I regret, it’s just something I’m embarrassed to bring up.”
“Unless you have something to regret… ?”
“That’s usually the case with things that cross the line. It’s not something that will make you feel at ease by telling it to someone else, so it’s also not something you should do. Because I’ve been living like trash.”
Azelin was silent for a moment, then lifted her small buttocks slightly. As she made cute movements, my dick jumped.
“…”
“Why?”
“Like what you did for me today, I got the feeling that King Mokryeong might be a kinder person than I thought.”
“Probably not.”
“It depends on how you look at it… But I think there are definitely things I need to confide in. Even if you think you have crossed the line, there are things that other people may not think of as crossing the line. I think it would make me feel better if you spoke up for once instead of being so hard on yourself. “It’s something that will make you feel better if I listen to you.”
It feels good.
I don’t know if you’ll find any value in what I’m saying, but honestly, I think there’s only one thing Azelin can forgive right now.
I muttered while scanning that little saint’s butt with my eyes.
“You mean I feel sexual desire when I look at you?”
“… To… Ah… Yes… ?”
Reply three times. Azelin, who shrank greatly, slightly pulled her outstretched buttocks and limped her words.
“That… “That is.”
“Can you forgive me? “I guess I can at least wish you something.”
Azelin is harder on herself than I am, and is more generous to others than anyone I know.
He has a gentle personality that will never push others, and the answer he will get will definitely be as I expected.
“… True, it would be rude to ask if you regret it. I forgive you. I heard that King Mokryeong’s sexual desire is not at a level that he can resist on his own…”
“I’m still looking at you.”
“… I know, I know…”
“Do you think this can happen too?”
“The man’s… Well, I don’t know much about that. I’ve never seen one in my life… I think everything happens for a reason… Because I know very well what King Mokyeong has given me. Because I believe it… Let’s go.”
The long silence makes us feel Azelin’s agony. Let’s approach the front of her delicate female body, with her hips bowed and her shoulders twitching as if she is embarrassed. Azelin, feeling my warmth, swallowed her breath.
-Rattle.
The saint, dressed as a nun, did not resist at all. I was breathing heavily, probably because of the sudden pressure I felt.
“…”
“…”
Azelin, who was letting out her heavy breaths one after another, swallowed her saliva as if she had gathered her courage.
“… No matter what, I can forgive you. But… I promised Su-mok that I would relieve King Mokryeong of his responsibility and guilt under any circumstances, but… Really, that’s what I have… Even if you solve it. “Can it be okay?”
The inexperienced nun turned her head slightly, her breathing becoming uneven.
The eyes staring at my face are filled with fear. Their eyes were just filled with fear, with no understanding of what I was going to do.
Of course, I know everything. She must be scared because she has no experience.
“Then? “Can you endure it until the end without blaming me?”
I asked how far it would go. Azelin didn’t shed her tears and gently put her weight on her shoulders.
“It’s a really rude request, but… First… Therefore. Just be pure, don’t get drunk. Then, I think I can forgive everything.”
It means to do it through the butt hole.
I extended my hand towards Azelin’s delicate body.
“Ugh…”
As her hands touched her ant-thin waist, a startled Azelin let out her cute moan. Azelin’s glans, dripping with pre-cum, was rubbed mercilessly on her spine and her nun’s clothes.
-Muddle.
A hand massaging her breast without hesitation. Azelin closed her eyes at her first flirtation and cried desperately.
“Ah… Tsk… It hurts so much…”
