5.4

“Ahh, Helena…”

This time, it was Isaac’s turn to call her name desperately. Yet it was futile. To Helena, who knew men’s desires inside and out, Isaac, nearly a virgin, was an easy toy.

Isaac gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the overwhelming arousal. But Helena’s touch was electrifying, making it impossible to resist. Feeling the thick flesh pulse under her hand, Helena herself began to pant, her breaths growing heavier.

“Ahh…!”

Finally, after enduring her ministrations for so long, Isaac shuddered violently, spilling his milky essence into her hand. The scent of chestnut blossoms mingled with the lingering rose fragrance, creating a heady mix. Embarrassed by his unintended release, Isaac hastily wiped her hand with his priestly robes. The once pristine black robes were now stained white, and Helena couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

“…I’m sorry…”

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Isaac, his face still flushed, nodded in response. Seeing this, she leaned in to whisper seductively into his ear.

“Now… it’s my turn to feel good.”

As though entranced, he slipped his hand under her voluminous skirt, brushing against her already-soaked undergarments. The slick fluid clung to his fingertips, and he could feel the soft flesh beneath the fabric. It was the very place he had spent so much time exploring with his lips not long ago. Finding the small, swollen nub at the parting of her folds, he began to tease it with his thumb.

“Ah, ahhn.”

Helena let out a shallow moan at the obscene touch, one that seemed unbefitting of a pure priest’s hand. Her already damp undergarments grew wetter as fluid continued to flow. She felt her lower body twitch involuntarily, as though opening on its own.

“Hngh. F-fingers… put… ah….”

Driven by the desire to fill her with something, Helena’s words reached Isaac, who understood her meaning and pulled down her soaked undergarments. He slid his middle finger into the narrow opening. As his long finger penetrated her, Helena let out a short sigh.

The tight passage clenched around his finger as it moved. Soon, Isaac gently inserted his index finger as well, moving them slowly. The inside, already slick with her fluids, was strangely hot, contrasting with her body temperature. Each time his fingers moved with a wet sound, the clear liquid pooled on his hand and Helena’s pale thighs.

“Ha, ahhh.”

Her breathless moans mixed with the obscene sound of his fingers hitting her wet inner walls, echoing lewdly through the prayer room. Isaac, moving his inserted fingers faster, wrapped one arm around Helena’s slender waist. She let out a high-pitched moan as the pleasure spread from her lower abdomen and climbed up her spine.

“Haaah…!”

As her thighs trembled faintly along with the wrinkled inner walls, Isaac carefully withdrew his fingers. The sticky fluid that coated them dripped onto his priestly robe. The once-pristine white fabric became stained with the essence she had released.

Overwhelmed by the excitement stirred by Isaac’s touch, Helena couldn’t control herself and clung to him. As their positions shifted, Isaac’s gaze fell upon the Goddess Statue. The closed eyes of the statue seemed to ignore his sins, as if feigning ignorance.

Eventually, Helena, now straddling him, blocked the view of the statue. It was as if the wings of the Goddess had sprouted from her back. As Isaac looked at her with an enraptured gaze, she lowered herself, guiding his er*ect manhood into her womanhood. In that moment, the object of his devotion completely changed.

“Ahhh…!”

“Hngh…”

Their moans erupted simultaneously as their bodies became fully connected. Helena felt a strange satisfaction from the overwhelming fullness inside her. Compared to the prey she had fed on before, the sheer size of him was unmatched. No matter how many times she took him, she could never grow accustomed to it. As the lingering pleasure coursed through her body, her entrance slowly contracted and relaxed.

Feeling the pulsing movements of her inner walls savoring his manhood, Isaac furrowed his brow slightly. A low growl escaped through his clenched teeth, and his large hands gripped Helena’s hips tightly, preventing her from moving. It was as if he wanted to become one with her completely.

“Haah… ahhh…!”

However, unable to bear the heat spreading through her lower abdomen, Helena began to move her hips back and forth. Isaac’s hands, which had been holding her hips firmly, began to move with her, aiding her rhythm.

“Ah, ahhn, hnghh…!”

As her movements quickened, Helena’s moans grew more frequent, and her breath became ragged. Isaac, feeling the tightness squeezing his manhood, grew increasingly overwhelmed. The physical pleasure was incomparable to the sensations from her soft hands. Unlike the hazy pleasure he had felt in dreams, this was vivid and real. His hands, holding her firmly, moved even faster.

“Ahhn, haah… Isaac, ahhh!”

Overwhelmed by the rising sensations that clouded her reason, Helena raised her voice in ecstasy. The sacred prayer room was filled with lewd sounds, the heat of their bodies mingling through the half-worn clothing. The lingering gaze of the Goddess Statue, the rich scent of roses, and the flickering candlelight illuminating her swaying chest—all of it.

Every sense was drenched in depravity, as if her soul had sunk into the swamp of betrayal. Aware of everything around him yet unable to stop, Isaac thrust his hips upward, driving himself deeply into her.

“Ha, ngh…!”

The wrinkled inner walls clenched tightly around him before pulsing briefly. Helena, trembling uncontrollably, collapsed onto Isaac’s chest. The warm air tickled his heart as his still-rigid pillar prodded her tender, loosened flesh.

“Hah… Isaac. Just a moment to rest…”

“Rest. I’ll do the moving.”

“…What?”

Her hazy eyes refocused at his unexpected words, and before she realized it, her view shifted from the floor to the ceiling. The eyes of the Goddess Statue, gazing down—or rather, closed—seemed to hold a reproachful look. A faint smile spread across Helena’s slightly flushed face.

‘Ah, I’ve finally taken what’s yours.’

The euphoria of victory was short-lived as she flinched at the sharp sensation of teeth grazing her neck.

“It seems you’re the vampire, Isaac, not me.”

Isaac, raising his head from her neck, smiled innocently, just as he had in his youth. Yet, his massive, heated pillar remained buried to the hilt against her innermost walls.

“Please focus on me.”

Returning her own words with polite insistence, he prompted her to wrap her legs around his firm waist, locking him in place. This time, it was he who was trapped, unable to pull away. Satisfied with her action, Isaac pressed his lips against hers in a lingering kiss, as if sealing their bond. When she tried to pull away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered.

“It’s hard to focus with her watching us.”

Following her gaze, Isaac tilted his head slightly upward, looking at the Goddess Statue. Then, he turned his eyes back to the beloved woman lying beneath him, filling his vision with her alone. The guilt from his brief glance at the statue ignited into a burning desire. Isaac pulled his hips back, the tight walls clinging to him as if unwilling to let him go, before slamming back in.

“Ah!”

A short scream escaped her lips. Even under the watchful eyes of the Goddess, they couldn’t stop. The forbidden act only stirred an odd, thrilling emotion within him. Driven by the urge to release the heat boiling inside, Isaac began thrusting in and out, chasing his desires.

The rough and rapid sound of their breathing echoed through the prayer room. The approaching heat of the summer night added to the sweat beading on his smooth forehead, droplets trailing down the curve of his back. Helena, shaken helplessly by his relentless movements, could only cry out in response as he rubbed harshly against the tight, wet passage.

“Ahh! Hah! Ngh! Haah…!”

For a long time, Isaac tormented the wrinkled flesh, lifting the slender calves dangling from his waist onto his shoulders and delving even deeper into her. Once he was able to reach the very end of the passage, which had seemed just out of reach, he repeatedly struck and pressed against it. The sound of flesh colliding was obscenely indulgent. The relentless waves of pleasure dulled both of their senses.

No longer a priest and a vampire bound by loathsome enmity, they had become nothing more than a pair of wild beasts entangled in heat.

“Ah, Isaac…!”

Calling out to him, Helena arched her back dramatically before collapsing in exhaustion, gasping for breath. Isaac, after pounding hard against her loosened inner entrance several more times, finally spilled himself inside her. The hot liquid filling her deeply made her body twitch slightly. Only after moving leisurely a couple more times to squeeze out the very last drop did he finally pull her into his arms.

As Helena gradually caught her breath, she licked his neck. The rapidly pulsing vein exuded a scent sweeter than any intimacy she’d ever experienced.

“I want to drink.”

“Please. As you wish.”

Isaac, not oblivious, had a vague understanding of the way she had lived until now. Suddenly, he recalled the scar on the wrist of a man named Bill, long since dead, and the wound that had once been on his own neck. Realizing the similarity, he murmured darkly.

“In return, crave only my blood.”

Detecting the jealousy in his voice, Helena responded with a clear laugh instead of words. Her soft lips tickled his neck. Then came the sharp sensation of her teeth piercing his skin, followed by the feeling of her sucking and pulling at his flesh.

“Mm.”

Though the act wasn’t inherently sensual, Isaac felt a brief shiver course through him. Helena noticed his faint tremor but couldn’t bring herself to stop. The sweetness and richness of his blood surpassed anything she had ever tasted. The honey-like fluid swirled on her tongue, passed through the depths of her mouth, and slid down her throat. Every path the blood traveled seemed coated in nectar. Overwhelmed by the addictive flavor, Helena couldn’t suppress her joy.

It was a sacred love.