Chapter 312 – Prayer (♡)
—Zuboob… !
A vicious high-ranking cock that slowly pierces the chewy and chubby pussy of a saint.
It was a 180 degree different kind of stimulation than usual, which I enjoyed tapping the entrance to my uterus at once.
“Huh…?”
“Let’s put it in a little slower this time.”
The curvy vaginal wrinkles are straightened out one by one by the glans, which slowly spreads the pussy like a wedge, and as the cock gradually goes deeper, the light of pleasure dwells in the youthful face.
As if painting the last brush on a masterpiece that was about to be completed, Wolfgang moved his waist very slowly and cautiously, widening Ophelia’s pussy step by step.
“This is dangerous…!”
However, the size and circumference of the ruthless big muscle does not go anywhere just because you put it in slowly.
On the contrary, Ophelia had to feel the sensation of a large foreign object entering her body for a longer period of time.
“Whoa…! Whoaaaaa…?!”
When does it end?
Aren’t they all here by now?
Is this still coming?
Wasn’t Wolfgang’s propensity to drive her big cock all the way to the root at once, in fact, not for her own pleasure, but rather to be considerate of her woman?
Moreover, Ophelia’s body, which had already known a man, felt more intensely the pleasure of her act rather than the pain and the foreign body.
—Suddenly… !
Swept away by the muddy currents of her fears and insecurities, of her pleasures and anxieties, Ophelia trembled helplessly and stared into Wolfgang’s eyes.
“Oh, brother…?”
Wolfgang laughed and stroked Ophelia’s hair lightly.
The pitiful appearance, like a herbivore on the verge of being eaten, excites and satisfies her man. She was truly a lecherous saintess with the gift of being a genius female.
“You haven’t gone in yet?”
“Your stomach, it looks like your stomach is full. Still…?”
“I’m half way in now.”
It was a lie.
To be more precise, from the perspective of the cock, it is correct that only half entered, but Ophelia’s pussy is already accepting a welcome guest to the threshold of her womb.
Since the inside of a woman’s vagina is inherently less than one inch deep, Wolfgang inevitably needs to forcibly lengthen it in order to insert his big cock all the way.
Fortunately, as the vagina and uterus are organs for bearing children, they are superior to any other organ in the human body in terms of extensibility and elasticity.
The woman’s side may feel a bit of pressure on her internal organs, but it never hurts.
Of course, that’s just an anatomical explanation…
“I’ll put it in.”
“Hey, wait a minute oppa! More here? Whoops…!”
—Pooh-wook!
On the woman’s side, she would have no choice but to suffer from the pleasure of insertion through the spinal cord and hit the brain directly with the sensation as if her body was being split in two.
“Huhhhhh…!”
“Kuhah. It’s a vulgar moaning sound.”
Contrary to the brute-like lines and terrifying expression, he was kind and considerate, holding Ophelia’s hand tightly so that she wouldn’t be too surprised.
When the small, soft, white hands of a child overlapped with rough hands full of calluses and scars.
“Ah…♡”
Ophelia’s pupils opened in a daze, and she gave Wolfgang her everything.
She felt Wolfgang’s warm body.
She saw the body of a beast, her whole body crammed with her muscles.
I indulged in the sound of heavy breathing and the feel of my cock connecting to the most precious part of me.
—Rubbing…
Hugging his neck, I rubbed my big breasts against the hard pectoralis major muscles, and tightly matched the cracked abs and soft belly.
“Ah… Ah…! Hey ugh…!”
It helps the male in front of his eyes to be more excited by letting the female’s lewd moaning go toward his ear.
—Koo-wook!
The pussy greedily tightens the cock, and the vagina drips a surprisingly large amount of love juice, cooperating with the cock’s reciprocating motion with all its might.
At this moment, the center of Ophelia’s world was Wolfgang, and the value that had to be prioritized above all else was this man in front of her eyes.
If he tells you to die, he will bite your tongue on the spot, and if you ask him to walk into that hell pit together, he will quickly nod his head with a yes.
To Ophelia now, Wolfgang was no different from a celestial being.
After staring at Ophelia’s face for a moment, Wolfgang kissed her on the forehead with a satisfied smile.
“Ha, you look very lovely today. My saintess.”
“Aheh…♡”
Then he leaned back on her widely spread legs, held them firmly as handles, pulled her thighs all the way back, and tilted her body slightly upwards, concentrating her entire body’s center of gravity on her lower body.
A posture more optimized for mating than sex.
It was a position that was difficult to handle unless the core muscles were developed, but this was nothing to Wolfgang. He was the one who could even jump high with just the power of twisting his back while lying down.
The advantage of this position is not only that it is good for sowing seeds.
Ophelia’s face as she stretched out her hand toward him with her mouth open, her disheveled blonde hair, her huge bouncing breasts, and her bulging belly in the shape of his cock were all visible at a glance.
An immense visual satisfaction that can only be described as overwhelming.
“Get me pregnant uh… ♡ Ophelia wants her brother’s baby oh… ♡”
And, with the reaction of Ophelia, who was half-conscious, starting to spit out random words, as a signal.
Wolfgang began to move his hips in earnest.
— Prick prick!
A woman’s natural joy of receiving the seed of an excellent male.
The satisfaction of being one with the person you love.
And, if the satisfaction of being loved by a man who is one of the strongest in the human race is combined.
The pleasure that Wolfgang’s sex gives his women is almost a drug. No, in a sense, it was the drug itself. It is also irreplaceable with anything else.
Appearance, body, ability. Top-notch women who lack nothing, crave the seeds of just one male, wide open their legs in a lascivious manner.
How else can I explain why she was fawning over all sorts of ways and trying to squeeze out Wolfgang’s semen at all costs.
It is inevitable and the providence of nature for females to cling to males standing at the peak.
Even Saint Ophelia, who is called the daughter of a heavenly god, was no exception.
—Tsbumps tsbumps tsbumps!
“Oka…Higeuseu…! Oppa, oppa, oppa…!”
Three calls.
Originally using the speech method used when chanting the name of God, he teased Wolfgang anxiously.
“Pussy, pussy feels good…! Please wrap the lewd saint’s pussy with thick semen!”
Saliva drips from the corner of his mouth, and he does not hesitate to spit out even vulgar words that he doesn’t usually say in order to excite Wolfgang even more.
Even,
—Paaah… !
“What’s wrong?!”
“Cheer up, strength! Brother, cheer up!”
Let’s even secretly infuse divine power by groping under Wolfgang’s testicles near the prostate.
“This crazy…! Even if I don’t have to go this far…!”
—Beaureut, beureureus!
“Ohhhhh…♡”
Even so, Wolfgang’s cock, which was about to prepare to ejaculate, had no choice but to vomit semen right into Ophelia’s cunt without resistance.
—Crying, crying!
An abnormal amount of semen continuously produced by the prostate gland strengthened by the holy woman’s divine power.
Ophelia’s act on Wolfgang was actually based on the exact same principle as the succubus’ suction magic, only the type of power used was different.
The output is obviously far above the original.
Wolfgang let out an uncharacteristically harsh moan at the sensation of literally being squeezed.
“Kwaaaaak…!”
“More, more…♡”
Things just can’t stop
— Convex… !
Ophelia’s belly swelled up as if she were pregnant, and the ejaculation finally stopped when the semen that overflowed outside of her completely soiled the duvet cover.
Wolfgang looked at Ophelia with a bewildered expression, but she was just frantically enjoying the pleasure of her ejaculation with her mouth open.
Hehe… Oppa, I like semen…”
“Ophelia, what the hell is this?”
Even watching her wandering around with a halo floating above her head.
For Wolfgang, it was simply absurd.
“Oh, can’t you hear it?”
As much as it was an excruciatingly long affair, the emptiness that followed was also miserable, incomparable to usual.
Wolfgang wrapped a blanket over the shivering Ophelia and turned her head to watch the horror he had created for her.
“Ha…”
All that comes out is a sigh.
The smell of her semen vibrated in the sanctuary of the saintess, who should have been neat and tidy, and the saintess spread her legs wide and flinched in her pussy, spitting out her semen and passing out on her bed. Lying face down
“…There is no such thing as blasphemy.”
She was a little more restrained than usual, and was just going to enjoy it just enough to make her feel good.
Wasn’t this a complete runaway?
“What should I do with the aftermath…? If the other nuns see it…”
Of course, rather than Wolfgang directly leading this situation, he was closer to being caught up in by Ophelia, but even so, he could never be free from responsibility.
From Ophelia’s point of view, it must have been because she liked him so much. It was her nonsense to blame her.
Right now, there is only one thing you can do.
Wolfgang wiped his lower body with the end of the blanket and put on his pants. He was about to wear a crumpled top too, but he thought it would be more disrespectful that way, so he stopped.
Then he approached the altar and knelt down and began to pray.
“God, forgive me…”
