Seiden’s breath scattered overwhelmingly. No words remained in this crude world that could express that emotion. Would he find them if he went to hell after betraying God’s expectations?

His only wish was the foolish hope that time would stop like this. But even though such wishes wouldn’t come true, Seiden now had no intention of stopping. If God was one who would just watch the woman before him collapse, there was no longer any reason to follow His will.

Seiden decided to no longer believe in such powerless goodness. The only one he believed in and worshipped was Bellota. Everything that Bellota possessed.

“So the Saintess deserves to receive all of that back.”

At his tender comfort, the sorrow that had stood sharply within Bellota collapsed powerlessly. All of it flowed down her white cheeks as soft tears, smearing them.

“The Saintess is not filthy.”

Seiden held Bellota’s face as she sobbed, unable to even breathe, and kissed her tear-swollen eyes while firmly whispering.

“You are……”

Bellota’s blurry vision focused on Seiden’s face, so close she could almost taste him. He seemed both frustrated and heartbroken by her self-deprecating words.  Even as she registered his emotions, a powerful spasm wracked her body, demanding immediate release from the unbearable tension. 

Seiden didn’t miss a beat.  He anchored her firmly beneath him, their bodies merging seamlessly as he declared, 

“Bellota, you are the purest soul in this world.”

His voice throbbed with unwavering conviction.  As always, his words held a power over her, a power she couldn’t resist.

Tears streamed down Bellota’s face, unstoppable and relentless.

“No one, not even a god……” 

He whispered, his voice thick with emotion,

“Can defile you.”

His words, filled with such heartbreaking tenderness, pierced her heart. She reached for him, her trembling fingers finding purchase on his shoulders. She knew the truth of his words. She had felt it, experienced it firsthand.  This profound sense of peace and security, the feeling of being utterly safe in his arms.  No one, nothing, could touch her when she was with him.

As she gasped, her body moving instinctively against his, a soft moan escaped her lips. 

“Ah…… Se-Seiden……”

The sound of his name on her lips, spoken with such unconscious intimacy, sent a jolt of desire through him.

“So trust me,” 

He murmured, his lips brushing against her flushed ear. 

“Even if it costs me my life……”

Simply burying himself inside her wasn’t enough.  He caressed her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek, before claiming her lips once more.

“I will save you, Saintess.”

With that vow, Seiden sealed their fate.

Bellota had no strength left to respond, but she met his kiss with a helpless surrender, offering herself completely to him. Her hands moved, weak and pliant, to circle his neck, pulling him closer as his c*ck filled her completely.  The feeling of fullness, of being stretched and possessed, was becoming familiar.  A wave of sadness washed over her—had she become so accustomed to this, to him, that she would need the gods’ forgiveness?  Seiden surged within her, chasing away her thoughts.

In his arms, Bellota found a sliver of solace. Even if she was denied the gods’ forgiveness, condemned to this personal hell, she felt a flicker of defiance.  She could endure it, as long as he was by her side.

The blasphemous thought dissolved as her body was swept away by another wave of pleasure.  Just like before, there was no pain, only a building heat.  She could feel the slickness, the evidence of his consideration, coating his length.  He was using something to ease her discomfort, even now.

The realization, the depth of his care for her in this moment, broke her heart. How could he, knowing what she was, still treat her with such tenderness?  A part of her rejoiced that it was Seiden, of all people, who offered her this strange comfort.

Would she ever be able to let him go, after becoming so utterly reliant on him?  She knew, with a certainty that bordered on despair, that she would have to.  One day, she would have to let him go.

The curse, sensing her moment of vulnerability, tightened its grip, its thorns digging deeper into her flesh, flooding her with a wave of raw need.

“Ah……”

She clung to him, her moans swallowed by his kiss. Even in the clear light of awareness, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.  Her whimpers filled his mouth, their bodies moving together, the rhythmic creaking of the old bed a steady counterpoint to their passion.

The bed, a small cot meant for priests taking a moment of respite, protested their combined weight with a groan.  

And then, with a final, tortured shriek, it gave way.

The sudden shift, the feeling of him sinking even deeper as the bed collapsed beneath them, sent a shockwave through her.  Her tongue, tangled with his, spasmed, her body tensing before a flood of slick arousal gushed from her, soaking them both.

The bed, now nothing more than a pile of broken wood and tangled sheets, was useless.  Seiden, unwilling to relinquish his hold on her, lifted her, her body still impaled on his c*ck, and carried her away from the wreckage.

As always, the curse remained unbroken, their single act of passion did nothing to appease its hold on her.  Her body, pliant and unresisting, trembled as he continued to move within her.  Seiden, his gaze sweeping the room, spotted a small dressing table tucked against the wall.  With one hand still supporting Bellota, he swept the surface clear, sending a collection of small clay pots clattering to the floor.

He lowered her onto the table, her legs dangling over the edge.  The thin white fabric of her habit, barely clinging to her body, offered little in the way of modesty.  The sight of her, half-n*ked and spread open on the altar dedicated to her faith, sent a rush of heat through him.

“H-hnng……”

Her p*ssy, still slick and sensitive from their previous climax, clenched greedily around him.  She whimpered, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but Seiden refused to allow her any space.

He pressed her against the wall, her back meeting the cool stone. The narrowness of the table, the way her hips were trapped between his body and the wall, only heightened her arousal.  The curse, it seemed, thrived on depravity, growing bolder and more demanding with each transgression.

Here, in the sanctity of her faith, with Geril standing just outside the door, still reeling from their confrontation, they were locked in this obscene embrace.  And the curse, reveling in the sheer blasphemy of it all, rewarded her with wave after wave of pleasure.

“Haa……”

Tears welled in her eyes as she wrapped her legs around him, her arms clinging to his shoulders for support.  She braced herself against him, her inner muscles clenching desperately as he moved within her.  Each thrust, each movement of his hips, sent her sliding against the wall, the friction pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Seiden groaned, his mouth finding hers, his tongue tangling with hers as he felt himself losing control. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her closer as he spilled inside her.  His release, hot and thick, mixed with her own arousal, creating a slick, wet heat that pulsed between them.

Bellota cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably as the aftershocks of her org*sm rippled through her.  Her vision swam with white-hot pleasure.  She clung to Seiden, her body seeking solace and grounding in his embrace.  There was nothing else, no one else, only the overwhelming sensations of their union.

The bed was destroyed, the curse still unbroken.  Geril was out there, and they had yet to find a way to break the curse that held her captive.  She was still the Saintess, still trapped in this cycle of unholy desire.  And Seiden, for now, was the only thing holding her together, keeping her from falling apart completely.

He lifted her again, her body still joined with his, and continued to move.  Her back scraped against the wall, the rough stone a stark contrast to the slick heat of their bodies.  She was suspended, held aloft by his strength, her only anchor the hard length buried deep inside her.

“Haa…… W-wait……”

Her words were a breathless plea, but Seiden simply tightened his grip, his movements becoming more insistent.  He lifted her higher, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he continued to thrust into her.  With each movement, her br*asts brushed against his chest, her n*pples pebbled with desire.

He held her there, suspended between the wall and his own body, her weight a delicious pressure against him.  Her eyes, wide and glazed with arousal, met his, and he saw nothing but helpless surrender reflected back at him.

The bed was gone, but the curse remained, a hungry beast that demanded to be fed.  And in this moment, held aloft in Seiden’s embrace, Bellota found herself surrendering to the beast, allowing it to consume her.  Her only solace, her only hope, lay in the man who held her captive, his body the only anchor in a sea of swirling, uncontrollable desire.

Another org*sm crashed over her, stealing her breath and leaving her limp and pliant in his arms.  She clung to him, her body trembling with the force of her release.  Her vision blurred, the world around her fading to white as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.