Hannah delicately licked her own raised nipple as she spoke to Beth.
"It seems I've become quite lascivious, Your Grace.”
Beth gasped, a soft "Ah, ah…." escaping her lips.
"Were you waiting just for me?"
It was very late at night, fortunately a pitch-black late night. Beth feared someone might see her blushing face, but she only looked down at her with a curious tilt of her eyes. Then, she gently sucked Hannah's soft breast into her mouth. Beth was so overwhelmed by Hannah's tongue that she could no longer think of anything else.
An ecstatic sensation. She felt as if she was floating in the air. Breath came unbidden from deep within her, a heaving "Hah, hah." Then Beth realized that Hannah was bringing her long, flexible fingers to her vagina. "Ah, ah…!" Was this a dream? It didn't seem real at all. It felt like morning would soon arrive, and she would wake from this dazed dream to the sounds of birds and insects. But this moment could not possibly be a dream, not with such an intoxicating sweetness.
Hannah in reality was incredibly obscene. She extended her wet tongue long enough to lick Beth's nipple until it stiffened, and sucked vigorously until the white peel of the nipple seemed to come off. Then, after taking Beth's breast in her mouth once more and letting it go, Beth’s elastic breast lightly bounced back. Beth let out a sweet moan as Hannah pinched it with her fingers. Hannah teasingly bit her now bright red nipple with the tip of her tongue. "Have you always dreamed of this, you lascivious Your Grace?" "Mm, ah, no, no...." "I knew it all along."
"What, what…?" Beth’s heart sank at the implication. Hannah pushed one of Beth's legs up. Then, a red wetness was visible between her plump, small buttocks. Beth let out a small moan, "Mm, hm," as Hannah touched and rubbed her protruding clitoris. It was not pain, nor was it pleasure, but a strange sensation that pricked her lower abdomen like a needle. It was almost like the feeling of needing to urinate.
"Hannah, Hannah…" "Shall I hold you?" "Hold me, hold me…" Beth pleaded like a child. Hannah stretched out her arms and eagerly embraced her. Held by a firm, knightly body, Beth felt an overwhelming sense of security. Their warm body temperatures overlapped, and their lips intertwined. "Yes, mm…" Hannah stroked Beth’s long silver hair. Through their pressed lips, Beth could feel Hannah slightly smiling. Then, leaning her head, Hannah whispered softly to Beth, "Your Grace, shall we commit a sin?"
They paused for a moment. Hannah's husky voice was terribly seductive. Beth blushed again and nodded slightly. Beth wanted Hannah.
*
Beth and Hannah were children from the same orphanage. Neither knew who their mother or father was.
Although they shared a bond of being in the same situation, there were many differences between them in other aspects.
Beth longed for parents she had never seen, while Hannah showed no particular attachment to blood relations.
Beth loved her friends at the orphanage as if they were the family she never had, but to Hannah, orphanage friends were just friends.
Beth deeply respected the orphanage teachers, but Hannah, while feeling human gratitude for their care, never fully trusted them.
Beth was a child who sometimes fell into depression, but Hannah remained detached from everything with her unique, carefree personality.
Lastly, Beth loved books and was physically weak, while Hannah was always a sturdy and active child who enjoyed playing outside.
Despite their many differences, Beth liked Hannah and always followed her around.
"Hannah, what are you eating?"
"Hannah, what are you doing?"
"Hannah, where are you going?"
While Hannah would tell boys to get lost if they did the same thing, calling it creepy, she always took Beth along wherever she went.
And when Beth got hit by a ball while following Hannah, who enjoyed playing ball games with the boys, Hannah would mercilessly punish the boy who kicked or threw the ball.
She also always took care of Beth when she was sick...
Once, Beth had been bedridden with the flu for several days. Hannah, like the other orphanage children usually did, went to tend to the morning farm with the teacher and came to visit Beth every day.
"You idiot, why do you always catch colds? Aren't you going to get up soon?"
"I will...."
"Here, eat this."
Whenever Beth was sick, Hannah always spent her saved money to buy chocolate. It was because she had been sick once, and eating chocolate had made her feel energized.
Hannah, who didn't show particular interest in anyone, always made an exception for Beth.
"It's delicious, Hannah. Delicious."
To this, Hannah smiled brightly.
And then she would gently give a kiss.
When Beth blinked her big eyes in surprise, Hannah gave an adult-like smile and brushed Beth's hair.
"My Beth, you're so pretty."
"Am I pretty?"
"Probably the prettiest in the world."
At Hannah's words, Beth couldn't contain her embarrassment and blushed. Her face, already warm from the fever, grew even hotter, and she covered it with both hands.
What kind of existence was Beth to her?
Beth had never particularly asked Hannah about it.
She was too timid a child to ask such things. Beth merely wished.
Usually, children had to leave the orphanage and become independent around the age of 16. They were 10 years old at the time. Although 6 years remained, Beth always feared the 'end' of this orphanage life.
What kind of work could she, who fell ill so often, possibly do?
Once out in the world, she wouldn't be greeted by good people like the orphanage teachers and Hannah. She feared that.
So she wanted to be with Hannah even after leaving the orphanage.
That was her only wish on a certain day when she was 10 years old.
Beth felt a burning heat all over her body.
My goodness, she had caught the flu three or four times before, but she had never been this sick in her life. She couldn't move a muscle.
The orphanage teachers came and went by Beth's side, murmuring about how a person could have such a high fever, and even when the doctor came and left, he shook his head.
She could hear Hannah running over in concern.
"Beth, Beth!"
But it seemed the teacher was preventing her from entering, saying it was dangerous.
Seeing the unusual atmosphere, Beth finally thought on the third day after the fever started:
'Am I... going to die?'
The great fear that came to the 10-year-old child made her sob involuntarily. Beth shivered from the fever, sweating cold sweat, and soaked her pillow with clear tears.
A child with no mother or father.
She had thought she was a bit unluckier than others, but had never felt it was unfair, but during those feverish days, Beth felt a surge of injustice.
There were three churches around the orphanage where Beth lived. The orphanage children went there every weekend to pray.
We will live faithfully, so please don't give us any greater trials than this.
She didn't know what prayers the other children offered, but Beth had clasped her hands before God with such meaning.
But was it too much to ask for?
Why didn't God answer her prayer...
Beth thought only of such things while she was ill.
She couldn't see her friends, and even the teachers came to see Beth with cloth wrapped around their faces, fearing it might be the start of some infectious disease.
It was the 7th day like that.
Beth finally broke free from the fever.
When she woke up from the heat, Beth went to the mirror and was so surprised at her own appearance.
Beth originally had bright red hair.
But when she woke up, her hair had turned white.
Of course, it wasn't that the child had suddenly aged.
In fact, rather than turning white, it was more... silvery and shining.
Beth was touching her hair, which had somehow grown longer to flow down to her waist, looking at it curiously and feeling unfamiliar, when it happened.
The orphanage teacher froze seeing Beth sitting in front of the mirror. The teacher seemed too surprised as well.
Soon, all the adults in the orphanage came to take a look one by one, and even people from the three neighboring churches came by for a moment.
Beth wondered what was happening, experiencing such great attention for the first time.
And the next morning. The orphanage teachers came to Beth's room, bringing unfamiliar men with them.
These men were of such a large build that they seemed three times the size of young Beth. Moreover, they looked even bigger wearing the silver armor of holy knights, which she had never seen before from the neighboring church.
While Beth was just blinking her round eyes at the scary men who had suddenly come looking for her, the one who seemed to be the highest among them walked over and sat down in front of Beth, who was perched on the bed.
Kneeling on one knee.
He looked up at the small Beth as if revering her and spoke politely.
"Knight Hernan, here to escort Your Holiness the Saint. It is an honor to behold such a noble presence."
And so, Elizabeth became a saint and headed to the great diocese of the capital.
Without even getting to say goodbye to Hannah.
*
After that, Beth from the orphanage, who didn't even know her parents' faces, had now become the most noble person in the world.
Despite suddenly awakening as a saint, Beth, who actually didn't have much religious devotion, became a religious leader.
The person receiving God's greatest love.
And the person who must share that love.
The Beth from the orphanage who had struggled without having anything of her own no longer existed. Upon arriving at the central diocese, escorted by holy knights, Beth immediately underwent a ceremony.
Following people's words, she proved her holy power and came to lead the central archdiocese.
In truth, she couldn't understand any of it, but she went out every day with the high-ranking clergy who originally guarded the diocese to do volunteer work and heal sick children.
People called Beth a pearl born from mud. Among the children raised in orphanages, there would be none who experienced a greater rise in status than her.
She hadn't done anything, but she became a divine existence among people.
Sometimes she even had dreams.
Dreams of conversing with God.
Even in her dreams, 'God', whose face was too blurry to make out, whispered something to her.
That became her power of foresight.
Beth, who hadn't believed in God despite going to church every weekend, eventually came to believe in God's existence.
Gradually, Beth also acquired piety and became accustomed to life in the diocese.
Ten years passed like that.
To gather believers, she moved endlessly, and sometimes dispatched holy knights to wage holy wars. Although calling it a holy war didn't remove the horrors of war, her god was always hungry.
In fact, at some point, Beth began to think that her god might not be as great as some people believed.
Every time they returned from a holy war, there were always knights who died.
Could a benevolent god who gives love to everyone do this?
Maybe what she was serving was actually a 'god of destruction'.
It was around the time she was having such thoughts.
When Hannah returned to her....
*
"Your Holiness, it's Hernan.”
She had just returned from comforting those exhausted by war in a village near the border for seven days. Beth was also worn out from healing the sick.
Beth, who had returned to her room in the archdiocese after nearly two weeks including travel time, had just finished bathing to relieve her fatigue.
Wearing a loose white garment, she turned at the sound of a light knock and the voice of Hernan, the commander of the holy knights and an apostle.
Apostle Hernan, who had brought her here, was a faithful servant of God, and now he was as good as her right hand.
Beth gladly accepted his visit.
"Come in, Sir Hernan."
Soon the door opened.
Hernan, large in stature but sufficiently neat, appeared and then entered Beth's room with careful steps.
He knelt on one knee before Beth.
"Apostle Hernan, at Your Holiness's service."
"What is it?"
"Nothing much, I've brought the knight who achieved the greatest merit in this holy war. The one who will receive the blessing ceremony tomorrow."
As Beth had gone to the border area to comfort the sorrowful, it was now time to enjoy joy. This was how they always concluded after each holy war.
Tomorrow, in the largest church located in the center of the archdiocese, it was her final duty as a saint to bestow blessings upon the hero of this holy war.
Beth smiled gently at Hernan.
"Bring them in."
"Yes, Your Holiness."
Hernan went out briefly and returned accompanied by one person. Beth faced the person, intending to lightly commend them and send them back, as she usually did, with a joyful expression.
But when the person removed their helmet and gently revealed a face damp with sweat, Beth's mouth froze, unable to move.
"Holy Knight Hannah, at Your Holiness's service."
"..."
Beth's eyes, always serene, grew round.
But regardless of her reaction, the other person knelt on one knee. Beth shook her head at the unbelievable sight.
"Hannah... you say?"
At her reaction, Hernan also seemed to sense something unusual, looking back and forth between Beth and Hannah. Then he asked Beth.
"Your Holiness, is something amiss...?"
While the cautious question came across, Hannah raised her head. It was undoubtedly 'that' Hannah. The Hannah from the orphanage, the very Hannah that Beth used to follow around.
Beth suddenly felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Hannah, Hannah?"
As if she had returned to her childhood, when Beth blurted out her name, Hannah smiled with her beautiful face.
The corners of Hannah's eyes gently curved upward.
"It has indeed been a long time, Your Holiness."
Hernan seemed flustered by the fact that the two were old acquaintances.
But Beth couldn't even explain the situation and approached Hannah as if entranced. Then she suddenly embraced Hannah.
"Hannah!"
Though it was a sudden situation, Hannah's strong arms wrapped around Beth.
Just like back then, when she would grumble but still accept everything.
*
The following day, Beth bestowed her blessing upon Hannah with enthusiasm. Hannah, who had distinguished herself by rescuing knights taken as prisoners in the recent crusade, received Beth's blessing in front of everyone and swore allegiance to God. Beth couldn’t quite believe all that was happening. She had never met anyone from the orphanage again; she felt as distant from her past as if she belonged to an entirely different world.
Yet, Hannah had returned. Overwhelmed by the resurgence of fond memories, Beth couldn’t contain her excitement and, late in the evening, she sought out Hannah. She snuck out to Hannah’s room, located in the dormitory where the knights stayed. It was an impulsive decision. However, Beth didn’t see it as a problem. Even though she had lived almost like a divine being, revered by all, she was still human after all. Moreover, lately, she had begun to feel some doubts about her faith, which had been shaken.
When she first became a saint, she was merely bewildered, but as one or two years passed, she started to embrace her faithfulness. However, after about ten years, doubts about her God began to surface again. She struggled internally, knowing she shouldn't waver, but it was a difficult fight, perhaps not unlike the battles faced by knights on the front lines. In this tumult, Hannah's return was like a refreshing rain to her.
Knock, knock. As Beth, heart fluttering with excitement, quietly knocked on Hannah's door, it gently opened. Hannah appeared immediately, smiling quietly as if she had been expecting Beth, and quickly pulled her inside the room. As soon as the door closed, Beth called out to Hannah with a delighted voice, "Hannah."
Hannah placed her finger over her lips.
"Shh, Beth…" and subtly rolled her eyes toward the wall, indicating that the room was not soundproof. Beth’s heart raced as if she was enjoying a secret rendezvous. Hannah’s room was sparse, furnished only with a bed and a simple desk due to its small size. Uncertain of where to begin their conversation, Beth was guided by Hannah to sit on the bed.
Sitting beside her, Hannah, now sporting silver hair unlike her childhood, smiled as she brushed Beth's hair back. "You've grown up a lot, Beth." Beth gazed back at Hannah with sparkling eyes and soon embraced her. Hannah gladly held her, which only encouraged Beth’s clinginess. "Hannah, how did you become a knight?”
"I was always strong as a child, remember?"
"I missed you. Out of everyone at the orphanage, I missed you the most…"
"Me too."
They had so much to talk about after 10 years, but so much time had passed that Beth struggled to remember what to say. Wiping the tears that welled up in her eyes, Beth looked up at Hannah. The Hannah of her childhood was robust compared to the other children but was still just a child. However, the Hannah she met after 10 years was completely different. Whether out of convenience for fighting or not, she now had short black hair and even more distinct hazel eyes. Moreover, she looked healthier and more robust. Seeing her like this made Beth’s heart throb wildly. Thump, thump. She worried Hannah might hear her heart pounding. Despite her concerns, Beth felt her face flush with an overwhelming emotion.
Hannah, seeing her flushed to the tips of her ears, smiled down at her and whispered, "You really have grown up, my Beth." My Beth. Hearing this, Beth felt something welling up inside her. She didn’t know what to call this surge of emotion, but it was undoubtedly overwhelming. With a slight choke in her voice, Beth asked, "Did you look for me all this time?"
"No need, you were always the center of everyone’s attention."
"Hannah…"
"I just had to figure out how to be by your side."
Feeling her heart swell with pride, Beth wrapped her arms around Hannah’s neck and hugged her tightly. At that moment, Beth caught Hannah’s gaze changing slightly. As Beth felt a moment of confusion, a warm temperature touched her lips. It didn’t take long for Beth to realize that it was Hannah’s lips covering hers. Surprised, her eyes widened, and soon she was laid down on the bed. Enclosed within Hannah’s arms, Beth gasped in astonishment.
"Hannah…?"
"Elizabeth, Your Grace."
"…”
"Am I being too impure?"
The words, conveyed in a polite tone, made Beth swallow dryly. Her lips trembled slightly. The situation was indeed impure. Her faith did not allow those in the clergy to love anyone other than God. Moreover, neither Hannah nor Beth could reproduce divine children. Thus, Beth should have condemned Hannah's actions as sinful. As a servant of God, she could not allow this. Beth even had the power to expel Hannah if necessary. That would have been the proper action for a saint. But all Beth felt was her heart racing; her cheeks flushed and her breath heavy. Looking up at Hannah, who was now both similar yet different from the kind Hannah of her childhood, Beth felt something intensely warm stir below her abdomen.
"Hannah…" Beth whispered softly, and Hannah lowered her lips again.
Despite being slow enough for Beth to avoid, she simply closed her eyes tightly. She fully understood that the situation was wrong, but at that moment, Beth couldn’t think of anything else. Without speaking to God, Beth was just a normal human. Hannah’s lips again parted Beth's, a new and unusual sensation as her tongue brushed against Beth's upper lip. There was no resistance, and Beth willingly opened her mouth. Hannah's tongue soon intertwined with Beth's, touching the soft lining of her mouth.
"Ah…" Beth involuntarily exclaimed at the unfamiliar sensation.
Soon, Hannah’s hand began to caress Beth’s thigh above the seam of her skirt, murmuring quietly, "You are beautiful, Your Grace."
Beth’s face flushed intensely. As Hannah’s fingertips lightly touched her face, Beth’s eyelids fluttered at the slight roughness of her touch. Watching this, Hannah’s eyes crinkled subtly.
"You used to be just cute," she said. "…Hannah."
"Are you going to punish me?"
Beth gave an entirely different answer to Hannah’s question. "Hannah, you’ve become so handsome…"
Even as a child, Beth had admired Hannah. She was a different kind of child. Almost a friend she could rely on. Beth really liked how Hannah was always kind to her, especially when she brought her chocolate when she was sick. What was that feeling back then? Was it affection? Did Hannah like her too? As Beth looked up at Hannah, her eyes wavered. But by the time Hannah’s hand slid under her skirt, uncovering the white slip beneath the symbolically pure white collar until it was revealed, Beth just blushed. Soon, the slip was lifted, revealing Beth’s white breast, which no one had seen so casually before. Hannah delicately licked her own prominently raised nipple in a beautiful shape.
"Ah…!" Beth exclaimed as her nipple sharply stiffened in surprise, becoming distinctly pronounced. Hannah gently bit and licked Beth's adorable nipple, whispering to her, "It has become quite lascivious, Your Grace."
"Ah, ah…."
"Were you waiting just for me?" It was a very late night, fortunately pitch-black. Beth, fearful of being seen with her flushed face, only looked down at Hannah with a curious tilt of her eyes.
She then sucked Beth's soft breast into her mouth. Overwhelmed by Hannah’s movements, Beth was unable to think of anything else.
Ecstatic sensations. She felt as if floating in mid-air. "Ah, ah…" Breath burst forth from deep within her.
"Ah, Hannah…!"
"Shh, don’t be too loud," Hannah cautioned while continuing to suckle Beth’s nipple.
Their breaths, laden with the excitement of forbidden acts within the church, began to heat up. Beth felt a chilling thrill at the thought of breaking her own taboos.
This shouldn’t be happening. Despite others being unaware, Beth, acutely aware of God's presence, thought this but couldn’t pull away from Hannah.
She didn’t want to.
Hannah extended her wet tongue, licking Beth’s nipple until it stiffened, and sucked until it seemed the tender skin might peel off.
Beth’s elastic breast bounced lightly as Hannah released it after taking it into her mouth once again.
A pinch to it drew a sweet moan from Beth. Hannah teasingly toyed with her now reddened nipple with the tip of her tongue.
"Mmm, hmm…" Each suckling sound pulled Beth's nipple as if reaching to the back of Hannah’s throat.
"Huh, Hannah."
Beth tilted her head back, grasping Hannah’s hair.
Hannah then pressed Beth’s thighs apart.
The soft flesh of Beth’s thighs was crushed in Hannah’s firm grip and spread wide.
Hannah, mouth falling open as if drawing a long thread, looked down at Beth’s exposed groin, already moist at its core.
And the clitoris, still somewhat hidden above.
After a brief eye contact with Beth, Hannah lowered her mouth to the dark thicket below.
“…Huh!”
Hannah, with a thumb gently scraping the clitoris before licking it intensely with her tongue, sent shockwaves of pleasure through Beth. It was Beth’s first experience of such contact, and her body shook with shock.
Beth’s body quivered, and involuntary moans escaped her.
Then Beth felt Hannah’s long, flexible fingers approaching her vagina, making her twist her body.
“Ah, ah…!”
Could this be a dream?
It hardly seemed real. It felt as if dawn would break soon, and she would awaken from this hazy dream to the sounds of birds and insects.
But this moment could never be a dream, not with such intoxicating sweetness felt.
Hannah in reality was exceedingly lascivious.
Her fingers entered a place untouched and unexplored by anyone before. As her fingers brushed a sensitive spot inside, Beth’s body twitched.
The area below her stomach felt as if it was boiling with tension.
“Huh, hmm!”
“Have you always dreamed of this, you lascivious Your Grace?”
“Huh, no, no….”
“I knew it all along.”
“What, what…?”
Beth’s heart sank. She hadn’t hidden anything, yet she felt exposed.
“You loved me, didn’t you?”
“Han, Hannah.”
“You thought we’d be together forever, didn’t you?”
“Huh, huh.”
Beth’s mucous membranes were scraped by Hannah’s fingernails. A pleasure she’d never felt before ran up her spine, causing her to tremble.
Hannah, looking down at her, intentionally extended her red tongue, pushing and then flicking Beth’s nipple sharply.
“Haang.”
Beth’s elastic breast wet with saliva looked profoundly lascivious. But Beth trembled more at the thought of being defiled, of the betrayal of her own body.
She wished Hannah would defile her more, destroy her more.
Whether knowing Beth's feelings or not, Hannah teased and scraped the wetness inside her while letting out a sigh of longing.
“I can’t tell you how much I cried after we parted, Your Grace.”
Hannah fully lifted one of Beth’s legs, revealing the small, plump buttocks.
Between the trembling soft flesh of the thighs, Beth moaned softly as Hannah’s fingers, gathered at the clitoris, rubbed it.
It wasn’t painful, but nor was it pure pleasure; it was a strange sensation that sharply pricked her lower belly, much like the urge to urinate.
“Hannah, Hannah…”
“Shall I hold you?”
“Hold me, hold me…”
Beth pleaded like a child, and Hannah stretched out her arms to eagerly embrace her. Held by a body as solid as a knight’s, Beth even felt a deep sense of security.
Their warm temperatures overlapped, and their lips intertwined.
“Yes, uh…”
Hannah stroked Beth’s long silver hair. Through their pressed lips, Beth could feel Hannah slightly smiling. Then, tilting her head, Hannah whispered softly to Beth,
“Your Grace, shall we commit a sin?”
They paused a moment.
Hannah’s husky voice was terribly seductive.
Beth blushed again and nodded slightly.
Beth desired Hannah.
Acknowledging her explicit desire, Hannah began to undress herself. She removed her trousers, exposing her pubic area.
Hannah’s body, much more muscular than Beth’s, rubbed her thighs against Beth’s groin.
“Uh…!”
Hannah, feeling Beth’s wetness drench her thigh, kissed her briefly.
“I wanted to see you again, Beth.”
*
At dawn, Beth returned to her room, her clothes in complete disarray. Fortunately, no one saw her like this, but even after returning, she blushed as she looked down at her still-sensitive nipples. The feeling of Hannah's touch seemed to linger inside her, and she twitched like a small animal in bed until she fell asleep.
*
Despite knowing it was wrong, Beth visited Hannah's room every night thereafter. By day, she pretended to be the pure saint in front of everyone, helping people, but by evening, she would secretly go to the knight's room and gasp under Hannah. Today was no different. Beth lay down in front of her, dog-like, accepting Hannah’s lapping.
"Huh…!" Hannah’s tongue delved deep, licking and probing her intensely, causing Beth, now bare and without a thread on her, to throb and flop her chest.
With a sweet laugh, Hannah lifted herself up to press her chest against Beth’s back, grasping Beth's breasts with both hands.
"Huh, Hannah…"
"Who else knows, Your Grace, how lascivious you are?"
"Ah, ah…!"
Hannah flipped them over so she leaned against the bed's headboard and lifted the smaller Beth onto her. Beth's breasts, crumpled in Hannah’s hands, were already licked to the point of dripping saliva. Twisting her nipples between her fingers made Beth gasp and throw her head back.
"Ah, ah!"
Their reflection was visible in the mirror across the bed.
With her holy silver hair wildly tangled, Beth clung to Hannah, who wedged her thigh between Beth’s legs. Beth, sitting atop Hannah, spread her legs wide, exposing her vagina.
Her clitoris, the middle hole, and even the perineum.
Fluids uncontrollably seeped from her privates, drenching even her perineum. Hannah placed her fingers at the center of it all, teasing and nibbling at Beth’s ear.
"Who else knows about this?"
"Ah, ah! No one…!"
It would be a disaster if anyone found out.
Even now, she was essentially sinning against her God.
But the pleasure Hannah provided was sweeter than any chocolate she had received as a sick child.
The sight of two fingers thrusting deeply then retreating in the mirror felt voyeuristic, making Beth’s body tremble even more.
In response, Hannah plunged her fingers deeper. The fingers, wet with fluid, scraped and rubbed the spot, leaving Beth utterly mindless.
"Huh…!"
Gasp, gasp.
As desperate breaths spread through her embrace, Hannah smiled contentedly and stole Beth’s lips.
This kiss was rougher. Hannah’s tongue rubbed the inside of Beth’s cheeks and probed deeply as if penetrating.
As it stimulated an erogenous zone inside her mouth, Beth’s sensitive body trembled violently, and the orifice penetrated by the fingers tightened.
In that moment, Hannah pushed another finger in, tearing through the delicate flesh inside.
"Ah, ah."
Any fear of being overheard had long since vanished. Beth cried like this in Hannah’s embrace every night.
Thus, the saint and the knight, those who should have been the most pure, desecrated their own purity and betrayed their God every night.
Ultimately, Beth exploded with fluid at Hannah’s touch, leaving the evidence of her sin on her bed.
And that dawn, as she lay down excited and calmed her body, a conversation with God began.
Whether or not her God knew of the saint’s fallen state, He spoke as usual.
Start another crusade and proclaim My majesty to the world.
Elizabeth answered with her corrupted body.
Send Your knights, and I will gladly do so.
*
"Your Grace, have you not yet received the divine message?"
It was a gathering of all the high clergy of the archdiocese. The biweekly meeting always had a solemn atmosphere.
Beth sat at the head of the table, but it was mostly the elderly high priests, who had long served in the diocese, who led the discussions.
It had been about a month and a half since the last holy war ended.
They were now slowly beginning to share the achievements from the past crusade, soothe their sorrows, and look for new endeavors.
Of course, there was work to do even when not waging holy wars. The diocese was always active in missionary work, spreading the name of God under the guise of service.
The meeting was nearing its end after heated discussions about which region to focus on next.
Beth, who had been lost in thought, raised her head at the high priest's question.
"Ah..."
During the day, Beth always maintained an outwardly pure appearance. On the surface, that is.
However, if one were to pull back her collar just a bit, they would find it full of marks left by Hannah every night. Moreover, her nipples were now constantly sore from overstimulation.
Even now, her nipples stood erect and sensitive, and just thinking about her evening trysts with Hannah made her lower regions wet.
These days, she found herself thinking about Hannah more often than the god she served.
It was the same now.
Hannah's voice echoed in her mind, asking how lustful she was.
If possible, she wanted to run to Hannah's side and embrace her right now.
'Hannah...'
Just calling her name silently made every nerve in her body tingle with sensitivity.
Beth hesitated to respond to the high priest's question, lost in her thoughts. Seeing her hesitation, the high priest asked again.
"Have you not yet received the divine message?"
In their religion, people referred to the revelations from God as "divine messages."
The Saint was the only mouthpiece of God on earth, and she had a duty to faithfully serve Him and convey His will to the people.
However, Beth, who had spoken with God last night and agreed to His command to launch another crusade, remained silent for a while.
For the past 10 years, her god had seemed obsessed with war, repeatedly ordering her to send holy knights to the battlefield to spread His influence.
He said they would be victorious, and indeed, they won every time.
People intoxicated by victory strengthened their religious fervor, and as a result, the power of the archdiocese grew.
It was true that this helped in converting many people.
But Beth knew.
She knew how many knights had been sacrificed behind the scenes.
Beth, merely human, always found this frightening, but God seemed to regard the deaths of His apostles as inconsequential.
Perhaps that was why.
Beth, who had been building her devotion through conversations with God, gradually began to lose trust in her deity.
The Saint, who should be the sole earthly voice of God, was actually starting to doubt Him.
It was unthinkable, but Beth was indeed doing so.
Perhaps it was because she had been an impudent child who prayed more for personal wishes than out of faith when she attended church as a young girl.
Moreover,
'If there's a crusade... Hannah will have to go too.'
That would mean not seeing Hannah for months, or perhaps even years.
Hannah, who had given her chocolate when she was a feverish, panting child.
As Beth welcomed God into her heart, she gradually forgot about Hannah, but when she met her again, she felt an emotion that filled her heart completely.
"You've grown so much, my Beth."
"I only had to worry about how to stand beside you."
It was Hannah, whom she met again after 10 years.
Perhaps from her childhood...
"My Beth, you're so beautiful."
It might have been her first love.
My Hannah.
Beth slowly opened her mouth.
What came out of Beth's mouth, the earthly representative of God, was a lie.
Elizabeth gently curved her eyes as she looked around at the high priests and said,
"I have not yet received a divine message."
Last night, God had clearly ordered her to wage a holy war and spread His influence in a specific place.
She had even agreed to do so.
However, when Beth opened her eyes to a new morning, she ultimately betrayed God.
It was the first betrayal that no one else would ever know about.
Those who heard her words didn't notice anything amiss.
It was only natural.
The only person in the world who could communicate with God was Beth alone.
And that evening, too, Beth went to see Hannah.
*
"...Sob." The viscous fluid that Beth had been trembling with flowed down to her groin, thoroughly drenching Hannah's bed. Hannah, who had been probing Beth's orifice, now placed her fingers into Beth’s mouth, stirring the inside. She nibbled on Beth's ear and whispered in a teasing voice, "So, did you dislike me going off to the crusade, Your Grace?" Whenever Hannah embraced her, she mockingly addressed Beth formally, as if to ridicule God.
To Beth, it sounded almost like an accusation of her sins, but as the fluid-coated fingers tugged at her tongue and stimulated the erogenous zones near her soft palate, she couldn't help but spill the truth. "Yes, ugh... I hate wars, Hannah."
"You’re so delicate," Hannah remarked as she spread Beth's legs even wider. She scraped the already raw clitoris of the saint who had long been stripped of her veneer. "Huh!" Every night being teased and the engorged clitoris being rubbed made Beth gasp sharply. Due to the intense stimulation by Hannah moments before, which had made her release a lot of fluid, Beth’s body was already overheated.
She was completely intoxicated by the pleasure Hannah gave, flopping against Hannah's body, feeling Hannah's chest also heaving significantly. Hannah, overwhelmed by pleasure on top of her, pulled on Beth’s already swollen nipples, stretching them out and sending a jolt through her lower abdomen. Beth, feeling an emptiness, clenched and unclenched repeatedly, pleading with Hannah, "Ah, Hannah, deeper, go deeper…"
In response, Hannah rolled over with Beth still on top of her and then trapped her between the bed and her body. Looking up at the beautiful and firm Hannah swaying above her, Beth blushed. Hannah’s lips curved upwards as she looked down at Beth and whispered, "Being this lascivious… What kind of a saint are you pretending to be?" She then kissed her while wedging her knee between Beth's legs, rubbing her vulva. Beth's moans resonated thickly within the room.
Hannah devilishly whispered to Beth, who was dripping fluid between her thighs, "Let's be each other’s forever, my Beth." Saint Beth, having betrayed her God, would continue to come to her knight Hannah every day to moan. Holding Hannah in her arms, Beth tearfully uttered through her pleasure, "Forever, let’s be together, Hannah…"
The fallen saint no longer desired even God’s salvation.
End
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