Chapter 73 – Saint Ceria – 4
I feel a hand caressing my waist. The softly caressing hand naturally slides down along the beautiful curve that continues smoothly. He caresses the flesh of his soon-to-be bulging buttocks. It was strange. Normally, she was calm even when she was washing her hands, but now, with this careful touch, a cloud of pleasure that is difficult to describe arose with an infinite itchy touch.
Another hand was stroking the ball. The hand that had been stroking her cheek as if it were so adorable went to the thin nape of her neck that was about to break and then to her slender shoulder. As if dusting off the graceful curves, she sweeps and writes them here and there with her fingers.
Even though her eyes were tightly closed, Helena’s hands caressing her own body were palpable. She could clearly see the subtle movements of each of her fingers caressing her naked body as if she were staring at her.
‘No! It shouldn’t be like this…’
There was no use in denying it inside. Her skin and nerve cells were tautly swollen and accepting Helena’s touch, and her tickling pleasure was amplified by dozens of sheets and carried to her brain. Whenever that happened, Seria’s naked body convulsed like an epileptic and twisted around like a snake. And…
“Ah…”
Her wet lips parted slightly, and a sigh of her languid satisfaction leaked out. As if submerged in warm water, Seria’s naked body was swimming in her pleasant lake of pleasure.
“Ughhhhh…”
Seria held her mouth closed to keep her moans from leaking out. She was ashamed of herself for being easily fooled like this, and she wanted to somehow endure and get through the rest of the time. But the moment Helena’s mischievous hand came down to her breasts and gently twisted her nipples,
“Huh!”
She let out her embarrassing moan again. Already, Seria’s naked body had completely betrayed her master’s will, and wriggling coquettishly after Helena’s touch, she let out only her strange groans and leaves. He felt Helena’s left hand, which had been caressing her thigh, creep up on her.
‘No! There…’
Contrary to her inner thoughts, Seria’s naked body trembled, but she couldn’t shake off the intruders in the forbidden area. Before she knew it, Helena’s hand covered her cunt and gently stroked it.
“Huh! Ahang…”
She convulsed as she let out her moans. A pleasure that was stronger and deeper than any pleasure she had ever felt paralyzed her brain. As Helena’s right hand pressed down on her breasts and twirled them around, Seria was at a loss for what to do with the pleasure that proceeded simultaneously from above and below her.
She threw her head back as she opened her eyes. She couldn’t take it any longer from the thrill. The ceiling was reflected in her vision, but it was only blurry in her watery eyes. Helena saw her like that and pushed her behind her little by little as she smiled with delight.
“Ah…”
While she couldn’t come to her senses, Seria, who was pushed behind her, realized that she was lying on a large round table. The ceiling flooded her view, her legs dangling in the air halfway across the table.
I wondered what was going on, but Helena didn’t give Seria time to organize her thoughts. In a defenseless state, she attacked Seria’s naked body without hesitation. Her hands stretched out first and grasped her voluptuous breasts, which still rose proudly into the air even in her lying state. It was a rough and tyrannical act unlike the careful caress he had done until now.
“Crane! Ah, it hurts… Haaaaa…”
Seria groaned as if the rough touch caused her seizures. But Helena never forgave Seria. As she did, she squeezed her breasts together, rubbing her two peaks against each other, twisting her nipples wildly.
“Huh! Haha…”
‘My, why am I like this?’
Even herself puzzled, Seria twisted her whole body and groaned, following the logic of her inescapable pleasure. Her waist curved like a bow and her black silky hair fluttered all over her.
The feeling of one of the two merciless touches on her breasts was gone, and then she suddenly covered her cunt, her fingers thrusting into the hole.
“Haha!”
Seria let out a tearing scream and woke up. It was the first time for Seria, her virgin, to experience anything like this. The feeling of her juices spurting out as her fingers dug into her cunt was so intense.
Seria’s waist curved like a bow. She convulsed violently as her back and chest floated into the air, with only her legs and head touching the table. Every time Helena’s fingers moved in and out of her cunt, a maddening pleasure flowed through her body.
It was really strange. I used to look with contempt at the women who were shaking her body like this and screaming strange things with a smile, but now she was doing just that. Seria herself couldn’t understand it, but her body, which had already betrayed her master’s will, was moving arbitrarily using a logic of pleasure that was completely different from reason.
I wasn’t ashamed. The waves of her pleasure that surged so violently that she didn’t even have time to feel shame paralyzed Seria’s brain.
“Aagh!”
Finally, Seria roared away, screaming so loud that even her street hooker blushed. Before she knew it, her naked body, covered in sweat, convulsed spasms, and each time she vomited her own juices from her cunt. How much time had passed since she hadn’t even entered her head. Seria just let out her tight breath, immersed in the afterglow of her pleasure.
How long has it been Helena, with her naked body exposed as well, with a wide smile on her beautiful face, approached the spreading Seria. Helena stretched out her hand and stroked her red-hot cheek, she said.
“Ho-ho-ho, saintess, you lost.”
Seria couldn’t answer. It was very clear that she had lost. She did, and in fact she didn’t even have the strength to argue.
“Well, since you lost, now you have to be punished, right? Giggle giggle… I’ll give you a very nice punishment.”
