Chapter 19: Lirian's Honeyed Worship
Lirian pushed himself upright with obvious strain, limbs still heavy as he chased the thick, sweet scent drifting through the air. He looked half-trapped in some lingering dream, golden eyes glassy and unfocused, white hair tousled and damp at the temples.
"That's it, little one… come here… this way…"
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I spread my thighs wide, rolling my hips in slow, lazy waves that let the heavy perfume of my arousal spill out and curl around him like invisible fingers. The posture was crude, legs splayed shamelessly, pussy already slick and open, but shame never touched me. If this was what love did to a woman, then I welcomed every filthy inch of it.
He crawled closer, breath already ragged, until his face hovered right between my legs. The moment his warm exhale brushed my soaked folds, my cunt fluttered greedily, clenching on nothing and leaking fresh wetness down my thighs. I couldn't wait any longer.
"Come on… Lirian… hurry…"
I hooked my thighs around his neck, locking him in place so he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to, and fisted a hand in his soft white hair. I dragged his mouth straight to my dripping center. His tongue flicked out immediately, tentative at first, then bolder, dragging long, hungry stripes through my folds and gathering every drop of me.
The wet, obscene sounds of him lapping and sucking filled the chamber, each slick glide of his tongue making my hips jerk. He buried his face deeper, nose pressed to my clit, mouth working with surprising eagerness while my juices coated his chin and cheeks. A low, satisfied hum vibrated against my pussy and I felt my stomach tighten with pleasure.
"Does it… taste good?" I gasped, voice cracking.
He answered by sealing his lips around my clit and sucking hard. The sudden spike of sensation ripped a sharp cry out of me; my back bowed off the bed, thighs clamping tighter around his head as the first wave of climax crashed through my core. My pussy fluttered wildly against his tongue while hot tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.
"Fuck… I'm so happy… so happy…"
The tears kept falling, rolling down my temples and into my hair. It wasn't just the pleasure between my legs. It was him—my rare, precious devotee—worshipping me like this, tongue buried in the Pope's cunt as if nothing else in the world existed. The sheer obscenity of it made my chest ache with twisted joy.
"More… give me more… faster…"
A soft, hazy whimper slipped from him as his tongue pushed inside my tight entrance, fucking me in shallow thrusts. My thighs trembled and squeezed harder around his skull; my fingers tightened in his hair and yanked without meaning to. He didn't flinch, didn't stop, just kept licking and sucking like a man starved.
"Ah—sorry, I'm sorry—"
He ignored the apology completely, face shiny with my slick, eyes half-closed in hazy bliss while he drank me down. The sight of his pretty doll-like features glistening with my mess sent another pulse of heat through me. I couldn't hold back the words spilling from my lips.
"I love you… I love you so much… please love me back, Lirian… I'll give you everything, my whole body, my whole soul…"
He answered only with more eager licks, tongue curling deeper, lips sucking noisily at my swollen folds. Frustration and affection twisted together inside my chest until I couldn't tell them apart.
"You idiot… you absolute fool… always tempting me like this and then saying nothing…"
I yanked his hair harder, grinding my cunt against his mouth as another smaller orgasm rolled through me, belly tightening and pussy clenching hard around his tongue. A fresh gush of wetness flooded his face. He swallowed greedily, the sound loud and filthy in the quiet room.
My lower belly began to convulse in earnest. My cunt fluttered and squeezed in rhythmic waves, preparing for something far stronger. This one felt different—deeper, heavier, like my whole body was about to come apart. If I let him keep going I would squirt all over his face in a messy, uncontrollable flood, and he would have no choice but to take every drop while trapped between my thighs.
I didn't want to do something so vulgar to my sweet Lirian.
But the thought also made my womb throb with dark, greedy want.
I pulled his head back just long enough to catch my breath, thighs still locked around him. He chased my fingers instead, licking and sucking at them with soft, needy sounds, tongue curling around each digit as if hunting for more of my taste. Then he nuzzled forward again, face pressing between my breasts, pink tongue flicking out while he searched for something sweet.
A shaky laugh caught in my throat. "Honey…? Did you just say honey?"
"Y-yes… Your Holiness… honey… it's so good…"
I blinked, mind fogged with pleasure. I had never given him actual honey. Yet here he was, rubbing his cheek against my breast like a nursing kitten, tongue darting out again and again.
"Your Holiness… honey pussy… so good…"
My hand trembled where it rested on my own thigh. The vulgar little phrase hit me like a slap and a caress at the same time. My fingers drifted down of their own accord until they brushed my soaked, puffy folds.
A thick swallow worked down my throat. "Honey… pussy…?"
Where in the world had he learned language like that? Not even Countess Evergreen with all her crude battlefield talk had ever been so blunt. The awkward, filthy combination of something sweet and something obscene made heat explode low in my belly.
"Your Holiness… pussy juice… so sweet…"
I felt my cunt clench hard at the words, another rush of wetness leaking out. My mind reeled. He must have been pushed past his limit—too many releases, too much overstimulation—and now his poor brain was melting into pure, filthy instinct.
"Hurry… give me the honey… Your Holiness…"
He opened his mouth wide right in front of me, pink tongue lolling out and wiggling in open invitation, eyes glassy and expectant.
"You dirty… filthy little slave…" The words left me in a broken moan. "You cheap, fox-like temptress… always seducing me, day after day…"
I grabbed a fistful of his white hair and yanked him back down, pressing his face tight against my dripping cunt. My folds clenched greedily around nothing, aching to be filled by his tongue again.
"Do you like it? My honey pussy?"
I ground against his mouth, thighs shaking. "Drink every last drop of my honey… all of it…"
The orgasm that had been building finally broke. My belly convulsed violently. My pussy spasmed hard, walls rippling as a powerful gush of hot fluid sprayed out in thick, pulsing jets straight onto his face. I felt it soak his hair, his cheeks, his open mouth while my whole body jerked and shuddered on the bed. A raw, wordless cry tore from my throat as the strongest climax I had ever felt ripped through me from cunt to spine to skull.
When the last spasm finally ebbed I collapsed back against the sheets, chest heaving, legs trembling. My mind felt strangely clear, as if the massive release had washed away every impure thought and left only sparkling satisfaction behind. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the warm aftershocks still rippling through my core.
A couple of gentle pats landed on my shoulder.
I startled so hard my eyes flew open. "Lirian!"
I had forgotten him completely in the haze of pleasure. He was still kneeling between my thighs, face absolutely drenched in my release—cheeks, chin, even the tip of his nose shining with it. Shame and deep, quiet satisfaction warred across his pretty features in the most intoxicating way.
I sat up quickly and pulled him into my arms, cradling his sticky face against my chest. "Gods above, Lirian… are you all right?"
He made a soft, content sound against my skin, nuzzling closer. His cheeks looked strangely full, puffed out like a chipmunk storing food. I frowned.
"Did you eat something left on the table?"
He shook his head slowly, eyes never leaving mine.
I glanced around the candlelit chamber, searching the low table and sideboard for any scraps he might have reached for while I was lost in bliss. Nothing. He tapped my arm sharply, demanding my attention again. The clingy little gesture made warmth bloom in my chest. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, tasting the faint salt of my own release on his skin.
He tapped his own cheeks twice, then looked up at me expectantly.
I tilted my head. "What is it, sweet boy?"
He opened his mouth wide with a soft, needy noise. Inside, thick, pearly fluid coated his tongue and the insides of his cheeks—sticky, glistening, unmistakably mine. The scent of it hit me like a drug.
My heart slammed against my ribs. "Oh… this… it couldn't possibly be…"
Right in front of me he swallowed hard, throat working visibly as the entire load slid down. Then he opened his mouth again, pink tongue sliding out to show me it was all gone, wiggling playfully as if begging for praise.
A low, hazy chuckle slipped from him, thick with satisfaction, hot breath ghosting across my face while he laughed softly against my cheek.
Heat flooded my body so fast my nose started bleeding. Warm blood trickled down over my lips in a steady stream. My vision tunneled, the golden candlelight fracturing into bright pinpricks. My legs lost all strength. The room tilted wildly and I crumpled backward onto the bed in a dead faint, the last thing I felt the sticky warmth of Lirian's cheek still pressed to my skin.