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In the hall on the west side of the cathedral, the forty-year-old Priest Hope was flipping through books. But his mind wasn't on the pages. Today's ceremony had left his thoughts in a whirl.
He had a secret: he was a lolicon. As a member of the clergy, such a fetish was strictly forbidden. He had to keep his desires buried deep. But now, he had plenty of opportunities to be near the new Saintess.
Thinking of Loxi, Hope felt he had never been so smitten. She was exactly his type—that petite frame, those budding breasts, those pale, slender legs. He spent his nights fantasizing about pinning her down and taking her. Sometimes he wondered if she was a witch rather than a Saintess, because he was so obsessed that his cock often ached with a painful erection.
He had even used his position to steal a pair of her discarded white stockings. He treated them like treasure, jerking off into them at night while fantasizing about her. Lately, however, that wasn't enough.
"Damn it... if only I could just fuck her..." Hope muttered to himself, his eyes burning with lust.
"Father, were you calling me?"
Hope jumped, turning to see Loxi standing right beside him. Terrified he'd been caught, he scrambled to change the subject.
"Ah... no, you must have misheard, Saintess... and this is?" He noticed a young man standing beside her. The two seemed close, and Hope couldn't help but frown.
"This is my brother."
Hearing that, Hope's expression softened. I watched from the side, rolling my eyes. Geez, she's not your property. What's with that possessiveness?
Still, it meant he'd take the bait easily.
"I see. Is there something you need, Saintess?" Hope asked, his face now a mask of professional calm, though he was dying for more time alone with the little loli. Preferably without her brother.
"Father, while I was browsing the archives, I found this old book in a corner. I don't recognize the script, so I wanted to ask someone as knowledgeable as you."
"This is an ancient script... it will take me some time to decipher. Leave the book with me; I'll study it thoroughly." Loxi nodded, giving him a pure, innocent smile.
Once he was sure she was gone, Hope excitedly flipped the book open. "This says... Mind Control? Does the Holy Light Church have such spells?"
As he read, his breathing grew heavy. According to the text, this spell could make others believe whatever he said, especially those with lower power. He could control their very thoughts.
Is this really a Holy Light spell? And why haven't I seen this book before? Those questions were quickly drowned out by one thought: Loxi. With this spell, he could make her his.
Hope's heart pounded. He felt this had to be a sign from the Goddess. He couldn't wait to "remodel" her mind and train the cute Saintess into a lustful girl who begged for his cock...
I watched all of this from the shadows. Good, good. He's definitely got the intent. I looked forward to seeing Loxi act "controlled," putting on a seductive show for another man's cock.
I cast a high-level recording spell on Loxi so I could enjoy the "show" later and collect the evidence. Though, if I went public with the footage, wouldn't everyone see her naked? Eh, whatever. I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
I instructed Loxi to obey Hope unconditionally once he "cast" the spell. "Honestly, Brother... fine. But if he gives me some weird orders, I'm going to do them," she teased. "That's the point. It's more exciting if I don't know how you'll be trained..."
After a few more words, Loxi said she'd contact Dreamy to let her know I was in town. I said my goodbyes and headed back to the inn. It was getting late.
Back at the inn, Nami was nowhere to be seen, but the Hero and Shasha had already emerged from their room. I guess they'd just finished.
I looked at Shasha. Her face was still flushed from a recent orgasm, her eyes bedroom-half-lidded. There were several red marks on her pale neck—the Hero's work, no doubt. Worse yet, there was a single black pubic hair caught at the corner of her mouth. The Hero had his arm around her, his hand firmly cupping her breast.
Clearly, under Shasha's influence, the Hero was getting bolder.
"Ah, Mr. Renault's back," the Hero greeted me. You might want to take your hand off my wife's breast while you're saying hello...
I joked to myself, but I didn't actually mind. Shasha was just putting on a performance; she was in it for the thrill, which is why she was so shameless in front of me. I sent her a telepathic message to come to my room and went upstairs.
A moment later, the door opened and Shasha slipped inside, locking it. "What is it~? Is my darling jealous because I was so close to the Hero? Do you want to fuck me hard now~?" she teased.
I pulled her onto the bed—it had been a while since we'd been intimate because of the Hero—and told her about Loxi and Dreamy.
"Darling, do you want all of us to be fucked by others in the human world~?" After hearing the news, Shasha immediately saw through my intentions. Ahem. Pretty much.
"Hehe, I knew you loved being a cuckold. But hey, darling, want to hear what I did with the Hero while you were out today~?" She leaned into my ear, her voice dripping with temptation, her breath hot against my skin.
"Did you do something especially wicked behind my back?" I smiled, my hand wandering over her shapely, elastic bottom. I never got tired of that feeling.
"Nothing too extreme... he just finished inside me three times today. My womb is currently full of his cum. Since my pussy is a mess, I'll use my mouth to help you finish today~"
Shasha smiled, slowly kneeling before me. She pulled down my trousers and gripped my already-hard cock. She stroked the head with her fingers before opening her mouth, expertly swirling her tongue around the shaft as she took me in. The sensation was electric.
"Slurp~ I've been teaching the Hero a lot of new tricks lately... slowly showing him how to play with his 'Demon King' friend's wife... mmmph~"
Honestly, I was happy to see the Hero "develop" Shasha further. Regular sex was starting to get a bit repetitive.
"By the way, darling... have you considered letting me get pregnant with the Hero's child~?" Shasha looked up at me with a mischievous grin, her mouth still slick with my saliva.
Pregnant with the Hero's child? I thought about it. A Succubus's offspring are always female. So, it would be a daughter belonging to the Hero and Shasha? Was that going too far?
"It shouldn't be that easy to conceive, right?" I said, knowing Succubi have very low fertility rates. "Just a thought. I'll leave the decision to you."
She stripped off her clothes, revealing her firm, white breasts. On her snowy skin, however, were several red marks—clearly teeth marks near her nipples that hadn't faded yet. The Hero must have bitten her. I could easily picture him sucking on her breasts that hard.
"Honestly~ I thought you'd stand up for me when you saw your wife's nipples being bitten by the Hero. Instead... ooh, your cock just got even bigger."
She teased me while sucking on my shaft, making lewd, wet noises. She licked me from base to tip like she was obsessed with a lollipop.
"I bet you're the one who told him to do it," I said, seeing through her little game. But it was exciting—knowing Shasha was doing this to satisfy my fetish, intentionally leaving "infidelity" clues like the hair on her lip or the hickeys on her neck.
"Hmph. Since you won't help me, I'll just have to get my revenge on the Hero tonight." "How do you plan to do that?" "Simple. I'll just 'bite' back on the Hero's cock~ like this~"
With that, she swallowed my cock again, whispering more dirty details about her sex life with the Hero until I finally surrendered under her assault...
Eventually, Shasha wiped her mouth and turned to leave. Before she walked out, she gave me a look—the look of an unfaithful wife saying to her husband, "Honey~ your wife is going to be filled with another man's cum again tonight~"
It left me feeling hot all over. So, my Succubus wife had just finished giving her husband a blowjob, and now she was heading to another room to be fucked by another man...
