Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1100: ~Naughty Saintess: Part-1~

Helena was peacefully sleeping on Aether’s bare chest, her soft breath tickling his skin, completely uncaring of the world around her.

She looked like an innocent kitten curled up on her master.

Her long lashes fluttered as consciousness slowly returned, her body shifting slightly. She groaned softly, still half-dreaming, as her eyes opened a sliver, the dim room only faintly lit by the dark blue hue of dawn creeping through the window. The sky was still heavy with night, but Helena knew her routine. She had been waking up like this for years, always just before the light returned.

Her body knew.

She sat up slightly, rubbing her sleepy eyes with both hands, groggy and dazed. ”Mmm...?” she mumbled, blinking blearily as her gaze shifted to Aether’s face—calm, peaceful. She blinked again. And then—

Her eyes widened.

Blood rushed to her cheeks as memories from the night before struck her like lightning.

The moans.

The sweat.

The thrusts.

The heat.

Her pussy tightening around him.

His breath in her ear.

The way he held her down and poured himself deep inside again and again like he couldn’t stop.

Her heart skipped a beat.

”A-Ahh!” she gasped in a tiny whisper as her entire face turned beet red.

Panicking, she shot up from the bed, her naked breasts bouncing lightly, nipples stiff from the cold morning air. She quickly tiptoed into the bathroom, her footsteps quick and flustered, her mind racing with images that wouldn’t go away.

Inside, she closed the door and leaned against it, panting quietly. ’W-What did I... what did we even do...?’

Her cheeks blushed even more... she instantly shook those thoughts!

She stepped into the bath, running warm water over her trembling skin. She sat down slowly, letting the heat embrace her, washing her thoroughly. Her fingers moved carefully, gently cleaning herself while her mind played everything on loop.

She hummed softly, but there was a warm flutter in her chest that wouldn’t go away. Her whole body felt... satisfied. Completely full.

It was a strange kind of full. Not just her womb. Her heart. Her body. Her soul.

She smiled softly, the water rippling around her thighs as she whispered, ”I feel so... complete. Like I found something I’ve been searching for all my life...” She paused. ”Like I reunited with someone I loved more than anything... more than even Mother.”

Still, her face grew redder and redder.

”I-I can’t believe we actually did something so... so wrong~” she murmured, covering her burning face with both hands, hiding as if someone might walk in and scold her.

She giggled nervously, bubbles forming around her skin as she scrubbed herself. Her hands hesitated for a second when they slid between her legs. That spot was still sore, still slightly swollen from being pounded so relentlessly last night.

And yet...

She didn’t hate it.

With a dreamy sigh, she finished her bath. She stepped out of the tub, droplets trailing down her curves as she dried herself, her skin glowing from the heat. She wrapped herself in a soft towel, pressing it around her chest, her hips swaying lightly as she tiptoed back to the room.

Aether was still sleeping, half-covered by the sheets. His bare chest rising slowly, one arm thrown lazily across the bed.

”Lazy man...” she muttered, smiling despite herself. ”If the Archpriestess saw me like this, she’d beat the shit out of me...”

Just as she was about to wear her clothes—

”Ah—!!!”

She froze.

Her eyes fell... and then widened in sheer shock.

The dragon had risen.

Her breath caught in her throat. There it was, proudly standing tall under the sheet, a thick, veiny, monstrous shape pressing up, stretching the fabric like a tower aching to be released.

Her mind blanked... Her hand moved as she pulled the sheets and,

’W-Wait... that went inside me? That huge thing?! That... that... that thing?!’ she stared, throat dry, jaw trembling.

Even though she’d seen it last night, felt it deep inside, filled with it over and over, seeing it now—so bold, so erect, so massive—it still terrified her.

Her heart pounded. Her thighs squeezed together. Her body remembered.

She couldn’t stop staring. The head was dark, purplish, swollen. The veins were thick, throbbing along the shaft, the entire thing twitching slightly as if calling her.

”I... I really let that thing inside me... and I’m still alive...” she whispered in disbelief.

Her cheeks turned crimson. Her thighs rubbed subconsciously as a sinful heat built between her legs again.

’N-No! Bad thoughts! Bad girl!’ she slapped her cheeks and shook her head violently. ’These are sacred things! You can’t just... do it again and again!’

But her hands drifted down.

Her fingertips traced her flat, warm stomach... remembering how full she felt last night. Not just emotionally.

”All night... he poured everything into me... over and over...” she whispered, biting her lip. Her other hand cradled her belly tenderly. ”I might be... pregnant now...” she mumbled, her voice soft, glowing.

She smiled with a tender warmth. ”I’ll be a Mama... a good Mama~ The kind who feeds and kisses and loves her babies... I’ll be the Mama who always stays by their side...”

If Aether heard her now, he would definitely be coughing blood.

Helena giggled, her face flushed with affection and pride, humming her own little song.

”I’ll be a Mama~ A sweet Mama~ The one who cooks and cuddles~~”

But then...

Her eyes shifted back.

That cock.

Still there. Still throbbing. Still twitching. Still angry. Still proud.

She paused.

Her steps turned. Slowly. Like a curious kitten chasing a string.

She tiptoed toward the bed, heart pounding in her chest. She crouched beside him, her towel loosening slightly from her chest as she leaned closer.

She peeked at it.

From this angle, it looked massive. Towering. Like a beast pulsing with heat. The dark head glistened faintly, swollen and shiny. The thick shaft curved slightly, twitching now and then as if it had its own heartbeat.

Her nose wrinkled slightly at the musky, masculine scent... raw, earthy, sweaty from last night. But it was oddly exciting. Familiar. The smell of sex. Of passion. Of Aether.

”So... big...” she whispered under her breath, eyes wide in awe.

Curious, her fingers moved.

Just one.

Just a light touch.

Twitch!

”!!”

She jumped.

It moved.

The whole shaft jerked with just a brush of her finger. She instantly crouched down behind the bed like a child hiding from a monster.

Peeking out, she looked at Aether.

Still sleeping.

She took a shaky breath. Her fingers trembled as they reached again.

She touched it.

Twitch!

”!”

She flinched but didn’t hide as she glanced at Aether... who was still sleeping.

Sighing, she touched it again... it twitched... again... it twitched.

Bigger. Thicker. Harder.

Her eyes gleamed with mischief.

”Hehe~” she giggled softly, watching it react to her touch. It was like a flower reacting every time she brushed it... Except this one didn’t fold. It grew. It throbbed. It got hotter.

’It looks like it’s in pain...’ she thought.

The veins. The trembling, tight sack. The hot, purple head that seemed to glisten more and more.

It looked like it needed her.

Then, in the haze of her horny thoughts, Helena remembered... Nightfire’s words.

Those perverted whispers.

The things she never understood.

Until now.

”I... I can’t just leave him like this... right?” she whispered.

She swallowed nervously, licking her dry lips. Her whole face was burning, her cheeks as red as roses in bloom. Her throat felt tight, but her fingers curled slowly around the base of his cock, holding it gently—tentatively—like she was holding something sacred and wild.

It was hot.

Really hot!

The thick veins pulsed under her fingertips like a heartbeat. She could feel the weight of it, the strength of it, the raw masculinity pulsing through it.

Her pussy twitched.

She bit her lip.

”I... I can do this...” she whispered to herself. ”It’s just... like kissing... right? Just... with the mouth...”

She leaned forward, her face hovering just above the swollen head. The smell was strong—raw, masculine, faintly salty, thick with the musk of sleep and leftover lust from the night before. It made her dizzy.

”H-Haa...” she breathed, her breath washing over the tip.

It twitched.

Her eyes widened.

”I’m sorry... I’ll be gentle...” she whispered shyly, lowering her lips to the tip.

She gave it her first kiss.

A light, soft kiss on the head.

Nothing more.

Her lips trembled slightly. She pulled back and blinked, surprised by the warmth and smoothness. Her fingers gripped him a little firmer, slowly stroking the base as she kissed the head again, this time letting her lips linger a little longer.

”Mmm...” she hummed softly.

Encouraged by the small reaction—a soft twitch, a throb—she opened her mouth just a little and let her tongue peek out.

Her tongue flicked out, brushing the very tip.

”A-Ahn...” she gasped at the taste. It was strange. Salty. Warm. A little musky. But not bad.

Actually... kind of addicting.

She licked again. Slower this time.

Her tongue swirled clumsily around the swollen crown, tracing the ridge and sliding gently under it. She could taste his desire, still clinging from the night before. She sucked in a quiet breath, her hand now stroking gently as her tongue lapped at him again and again—like a kitten learning how to drink milk for the first time.

Her breathing deepened.

”Why... why is it getting harder?” she whispered, staring at it in awe as her licks got bolder. The veins swelled more, the shaft visibly pulsing in her grip.

And yet Aether was still sleeping—peaceful, unaware of what was happening.

She opened her mouth again, wider this time, and wrapped her lips around the head.

It barely fit.

Her cheeks puffed out slightly as she struggled to take it in, her tongue squirming under the weight of it.

”Hnn... so big...” she mumbled, her voice muffled around the girthy cock. Drool slowly pooled at the corners of her lips as she tried to take a little more.

She bobbed her head once. Just barely.

Then again.

It was hard. Her throat protested. Her jaw stretched. But she didn’t stop.

She sucked gently, swirling her tongue as she bobbed slowly, carefully. It was awkward. Sloppy. But filled with effort and care.

Her free hand moved to his balls—those heavy, trembling sacks full of the same cum that had poured into her all night long. She cupped them delicately, cradling them with gentle affection as she kept sucking, licking, slurping little by little.

”Haa... mmm... haah...” her moans were soft and warm, vibrating around his shaft.

She pulled back for a breath, gasping, her mouth glistening with spit, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to the throbbing cock.

”I... I wanna make it feel good...” she whispered. ”I want you to feel good... even if you’re not awake...”

She licked up the shaft, from base to tip, then kissed the head lovingly before trying again.

This time she took a bit more.

Her mouth stretched wider. Her tongue flattened underneath as she sucked gently, moaning with effort.

Her hips squirmed on the bed, her thighs squeezing tight as her own arousal grew hotter, wetter.

She moaned again, louder this time. The taste, the heat, the scent—it was driving her crazy.

She started to like this... she wasn’t sure why.... but she wanted drink him more~

Her tongue rolled around the tip as her hand pumped the slick shaft.

Slurp!

Kiss.

~hmm~

Bob.

Again.

And again.

She was learning.

Trying.

Doing her best.

And it was working.

”~arrh~” Aether groaned in sleep as his jerked his hips, Helena gulped his pre-cum that felt way weird and way.... tasty, she continued to lick it like asking for more rather than calming him down.

His cock twitched hard—throbbing wildly in her mouth.

Then—

It hit.

The first pulse was sudden. His cock thickened, jerked once.

Then it exploded.

”Mnnh!!”

Helena’s eyes flew open as thick, hot cum shot into her mouth—salty, creamy, powerful. Her throat spasmed as she instinctively tried to swallow, but the second shot hit before she could react.

”Ahh—!” she pulled back, her lips slipping off just as the third spurt splashed across her tongue and cheek. The next one hit her nose. Then her chin. Thick white ropes of hot cum painted her face, dripping down her flushed cheeks, leaking down her neck.

Her eyes fluttered.

So much.

So hot.

She gasped softly, panting, licking her lips as the last few spurts dribbled out, oozing over her knuckles.

”Aah... so much...” she whispered with dazed wonder, staring at the mess she made.

Her face was soaked.

Her mouth still tasted of him—salty, warm, intoxicating.

”Well... I didn’t expect this, Naughty Saintess~” Aether’s voice echoed with amused one.

Helena who was licking his cum on her hand, blushed furiously,

”I-IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!!!!” She screamed as she hide covered herself with sheet, rolling!