Chapter 71 – Saint Ceria – 2
“Her Highness, Princess Helena! Where are you? Come out quickly.”
Then, among the naked women lying on the floor, one of them slowly got up. She was the owner of a beauty that stood out among dozens of women in her position. Her gorgeous blonde hair did not lose its brilliance even after being beaten with semen, and as she moved her body, her well-swollen breasts swayed and sprayed a strange base.
“My dear, saintess. Why are you so hysterical? Then I won’t be able to get married, and I’ll start with wrinkles, hoho…”
Helena approached Seria, teasing her slender legs with her confident demeanor, showing her naked body but not feeling any shame. Every time her slippery naked body moved, it swayed bewitchingly.
Rather, Seria looked down at her as her face turned red in embarrassment, then raised her head again with her fists clenched.
“No, don’t make fun of me! Didn’t I tell you not to bring those monsters to the temple again? This is a forbidden zone.”
Vestal women are women who gave everything to God to protect the sacred flame. Not only the desire for position and wealth, but also the desire for the body had to be completely abandoned, and, of course, virginity had to be maintained for the rest of one’s life. Of course, there are always exceptions, and among them, some secretly had sex with men because they couldn’t hold back their lust. There were also priestesses who were made fun of by Cesare or rolled around in the whorehouse of Sophia’s mansion.
But this is nonsense. For the Vestal priestesses, having such an blatantly sloppy sex scene in the middle of a holy temple was outrageous. Helena said she had already brought the Nightmare several times and raped the priestesses. Each time Seria protested vigorously, but she was not eaten at all. And again today, Helena only responded to Seria’s protest with a smirk.
“Oh my, saintess. I must have misunderstood something, but they are not men. It’s just a demon.”
“I beg your pardon? Profit…”
Seria was taken aback by the eloquence of a politician, but couldn’t come up with a suitable answer for her, so she just left. Then, she said, Helena came right in front of her Seria, and she suddenly pushed that beautiful face.
“What, what is it?”
Seria was startled and tried to back away from her, but Helena grabbed hold of her long jet-black hair. She then whispered into her ear as she stroked Seria’s pale cheek.
“There is a way to resolve the current situation, if you will. Would you like to bet with me? If you win, I swear that I will never come to this Temple of Vesta again. Of course, I won’t send the Nightmare either.”
Seria was shaking her body. It wasn’t because of surprise or fear, but rather because of the strange feeling he felt when he put his lips to Helena’s ear and whispered quietly. Every time her warm breath tickled my ear lobe, her strange emotions flowed like a wave through her body.
But soon Seria pushed Helena away. Whether it was her reaction to being made fun of, or her pride hurt, she was coming forward very strongly.
“Great. Accept the bet! What is it?”
Helena giggled at her as she looked at her like that.
The most sacred place of the Temple of Vesta with a holy flame burning in the foreground. There, Helena and Seria were facing each other. Helena was smiling brightly, while Seria hardened her face with a serious expression.
Helena slowly moved her hand to her own dress. Now, on her clean body, which had just finished her bath, she was wearing the revealing clothes that she usually wore, such as a deep V-shaped top and a short skirt. Seria, on the other hand, was wearing a rich robe that covered most of her body. As if Helena was ready, she began to undress herself without hesitation. It was light clothes, so it was quick to take off.
Immediately, the white top fell to the floor, and the red skirt also flowed down her smooth legs. The bra and her panties came off more easily too, leaving Helena naked without a single thread on at once.
Unlike Helena, who displayed her own beautiful naked body casually, or rather proudly, with her imposing demeanor, Seria blushed as if she was rather embarrassed. No matter how much she was raised and lived as a saint, she was an innocent virgin who was completely unfamiliar with this kind of thing. In that respect, Seria could never match Helena.
Then, as Helena approached without hesitation, Seria took a start and stepped back behind her. Her straight features turned blue.
“Oh, are you going to take it off? Did we bet? If you’re shy, can I take it off?”
Helena grinned as she looked at her like that. Seria, feeling her pride hurt, she shook off Helena’s outstretched arms and began untying herself.
Helena and Seria decided to make a bet. The two of them stay together for 30 minutes in a sealed place, naked. And Helena stimulates and caresses her Ceria, and Ceria endures it. She promised that if Ceria did not flounder in pleasure within 30 minutes, Helena would come clean and she would never come to the Temple of Vesta again.
It took some time, but Seria took off her clothes and stood in front of Helena. She was so ashamed that her face was red, and she had a chimney desire to cover her exposed breasts and cunt, but to do so would require her to shrink herself into a passive posture. She didn’t want to go into it so she lost in the first place.
On the other hand, Helena smiled round and round and had a relaxed attitude. In terms of age, Helena was a year younger, but she was already experienced in that field from an early age. Helena was simply leading Seria. As she approached Seria lightly, she carefully examined the body of the woman called her saintess.
