The Saintess pressed her lips to seal all her secrets from within. "That... that would involve my past grudges, one that is unrecorded even in your mories of our original tiline. So I cannot tell you."
l furrowed her brows together. Despite only knowing bits from the Saintess’s past from the character sheets, she felt an irresistible urge to nudge her Partner for the truth, her instinct telling her she would never have a chance like this in the future.
And so, the Witch pleaded to the Saintess. "Maria. Please. You know who I really am over these 10 years. You’ve heard bizarre stuff like knowing this World’s future from strange technologies this World has never witnessed before."
Stilling down, l’s hands scooped up one of the Saintess’s, muttering. "If you can handle sothing as ridiculous as your World’s future being recorded in another, why not too?"
Then, a rare and sentintal murmur ca out of l’s, one she couldn’t recognize as her ’sadness’. "Do you... Do you not trust , Partner?"
The Saintess scowled. She instinctively wished to spill everything out and vent her frustrations about l to l.
Yet, she rely bit her tongue. Not now. Perferably, not ever. "It is... a long, boring, and tedious story, l. One that I’m far from ready to tell you about."
The Saintess loosened her hand from the grasp before cupping l’s cheek, her blindfolded eyes staring at l’s wavering gaze.
The Witch’s eyes were golden, just like hers.
However, l didn’t know the aning behind her Golden eyes.
She sighed tiredly. "I know what you’re thinking. Large burden. Exhaustion. Or guilt. But the truth is much simpler than that."
"Then tell . At least... part of that truth." l muttered. "Don’t conveniently shove away because of so misplaced sense of responsibility."
The Saintess’s brows raised in surprise before chuckling. "It’s not, l. Thanks to what I have overco, I knew what I aid to achieve."
Her hands moved, thumbs brushing against l’s lips, pressing against warm, glossy surface. "So I’d like if that past is buried, for , for you."
Stubborn. That’s how ’Wrath’ scolded her.
The Saintess admonished herself. Yes, she is. But she didn’t plan ever to back down.
Until then, she would watch, continue to watch till l finally achieved her goal.
So that finally, she may understand if she needs to let go of everything.
The Witch squinted her eyes, prying into the Saintess’s mind, trying to judge every bit of change in her expression.
Alas, she could only ask as she purred against the Saintess’s touch on her lips. "Fine enough. Then, are you interested in what Wrath and I talked about?"
l felt relaxed, relieved even. She could understand the Saintess was protecting her by hiding secrets, so her heart lightened upon knowing the Saintess had no intention of hurting her or the Witches.
Yet, she needed to demonstrate that she would confess everything honestly. That is her trust in Saintess and the trust for the Saintess to open up one day.
The Saintess’s eyes curved playfully, her partner’s intention true and clear. "Not exactly."
l chuckled. "Too bad I don’t plan to hide it. ’Wrath’ told how I could trust you, but not your words."
She then cupped the Saintess’s cheeks, her golden eyes piercing through the Saintess’s. "Tell . How do you feel about Wrath? About what she felt?"
Saintess’s eyes shivered, the blindfold hiding her troubled mind. "To , ’Wrath’ was in a transactional relationship with , until it fell apart...horribly."
She then tilted her head, brushing against l’s hand softly. "Frankly, she and I could no longer reconcile after all that has happened. Now, my loyalty lies with you, l."
l chuckled. "Not the people, the Kingdom, even the Goddess, but ?"
Maria only responded with a smirk. "Who else other than the Savior of the World? Of course, my basent offer still stands if you cannot shoulder the task."
The Witch of Lust blushed a little. "I’m afraid... that will have to wait until the saving the world, seducing everyone part ends."
"Oh, not rejecting?"
"Nope. Of course not." l chuckled at the Saintess’s tease. "I can’t wait to be violated by the Saintess and sob uncontrollably."
The Saintess’s heart fluttered upon the Witch’s ’consent’, as she grasped l’s hand on her cheek. "That can be arranged now."
Feeling the smooth palm trapping her wrist, l flirted back without much thought. "Oh really? I’m always looking forward to a surprise."
Her lips curled up to a foxy smile. She was caught off guard last ti by the Saintess’s intensity. This ti, she was sure she had enraptured the Saintess with a little poke or two.
She watched as the Saintess tilted her head, her hands sliding further to her arms.
Then, a blaring alarm sounded in her, as the Saintess smirked knowingly. "Then, shall we?"
Eh? l instinctively called for a stop before the Saintess pulled her.
Before she knew, she sat up straight, straddling the Saintess. Their faces hovered inches apart, hot breaths mingling in the proximity.
l blinked, processing what happened. "Saintess?"
The Saintess put on a neutral expression, as if this sensual position were the most serious matter. "l. I’ve been thinking about how I should prevent distrust between us."
Then, the Saintess pointed at her lips, smirking. "So, I’ve been told once that there is a World where kisses can be considered a friendly gesture. Would you like to try?"
The Witch of Lust, caught off guard once again, shuddered. She wiggled in the Saintess’s grasp, yet the hand on her waist was so gently firm.
l could only utter, her confidence a little shaken. "Of course, my-my partner."
This isn’t like her. l felt ashad of herself for being outmatched in a ga of seduction. She is a literal Witch of Lust! Why is she being tied down by a re Saintess instead?!
The Saintess softly smiled as if unaware of her attempt to hide her flustered desperation. "Well. Shall we have a taste of each other now?"
The Saintess admired the confident smirk that was straining. Now, one more push before her, and l would be truly broken apart.
Against other girls? l could handle them well. But the Saintess alone was different. She knew l a tiny, little better, yet that difference was all that was needed.
Skillfully, her hands sneakily stretched before cupping l’s ears. The soft palm elicited a confused hum, readied to brace for an unknown inevitability.
And before l could react, the Saintess leaned in and bit onto her lips.
l’s eyes widened at the fierce kiss, the Saintess practically burrowing into her as their chests pressed tightly together.
The difference was the covering of her ears, sending their wet echoes of their smacking lips to drum inside her mind. She heard her whimpers with every twist, every bite, and every push.
As the Saintess leaned in further, she heard her whimpers echoing like declarations of submission. No. This isn’t good. This feels too good for the poor Witch of Lust to handle!
Her hands scrambled to find refuge as they tangled the Saintess’s hair, before clutching the fabric resting on her head. With another whimper, her grip tightened with desperation, as if that was a aningful resistance.
l closed her eyes, pouring all her energy into returning the kiss, determined to satisfy her partner’s passionate, skilled urges.
And with a plop, the Saintess pulled back, her blindfold dangling loose with l’s grasp.
Her mouth opened a little, frowning. "l?"
Her partner’s state was in a ss she hadn’t seen in these 10 years. Her face flushed a deep, unrecognisable red, her hair was ssy from her frantic wiggle, and her breaths remained haggard after being stolen by the Saintess.
l glanced up, her eyes welling with tears as they rolled down.
Each muffled cry from her pained the Saintess’s heart. Perhaps she has been a little too aggressive.
She was about to call out her na again, before she heard a ’weak’ yet calm murmur.
"Why stop?"
The subdued voice sent a chill down the Saintess’s spine. She stared forward, eyes eting l’s curved gaze that she knew all too well.
An aroused chuckle escaped l. "Miss Saintess. Aren’t you afraid of stooping as low as , prying so much into lust like this?"
The question always hid itself in l’s mind. Was the Saintess always this perverted? Or was it different when it only ca to l herself?
Only then did l realize sothing grave, revealing the aning of the entire kiss.
The Goddess, in the form of a colossal statue that towered over both of them, stood watching her being violated by the missionary the divine herself had chosen.
But before the shock rippled across her face, she was pulled again, her back slamming against the wood as the Saintess hovered over her.
The Saintess’s hands acted as pillars to ensare her, her ragged breath a soothing yet daunting lody as the blindfold slowly slid away to reveal golden eyes, darkened with an abyssal desire.
She whispered as if she were on the brink of sanity. "Do you know, l? In my Childhood, my teachers once taught that kisses would potentially result in pregnancy, so I must never, ever find a lover."
She leaned in, hissing. "Yet do you know? I’m now so disappointed that was not the truth."
Her hand reached out, hesitated, before circling l’s head and gently stroking the back. The calm before the storm.
"Because you have no idea," the Saintess bared her teeth. "How many babies I would put inside your tummy right now."
A storm penetrated through l’s mind, yet before the heat inside her chest overwheld her, the Saintess’s kiss returned fiercely.
It had an odd sense of comfort. Even with suppressed desire, the Saintess slowed and paused in between, stroking l’s heated desire before returning with a fiercer urgency.
"Wai-wait...ah...."
For the first ti, the Witch of Lust whimpered helplessly as she was ravaged. It is as if the beast had finally returned sowhere she belonged, only to be marked and devoured by a larger beast.
"Ah...Saintess... Saintess..."
She finally gave in, wetness pooling in her pelvis as her back nudged further to push into the kiss.
She never minded giving in. Only minded that this mont could not last forever. The Statue continued to watch this the Witch’s willing submission.
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