That leaves him in the dust

Aether stepped up behind her and pushed in with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Rosaria’s tight, dripping cunt.

The cryo nun let out a low, throaty growl instead of a moan. Her back arched sharply, but she immediately pushed back hard against him, slamming her ass into his hips with surprising force.

“Mmmph— fuck, that’s good,” she hissed, eyes narrowing in dark pleasure. “Again. Harder.”

From the very first stroke, Aether’s unnatural ability hit her like a drug, flooding her nerves with overwhelming bliss. Most girls crumbled under it. Rosaria? She caught fire.

Instead of melting, she got mean.

She spun around suddenly, shoving him back onto the wide wooden pew with surprising strength. Her habit was already half-off, tits fully out as she climbed on top of him like a predator. “You think you can just walk in here and breed me like some weak little sister?” she growled, grabbing his cock and sinking back down onto it in one brutal motion.

Her hips started slamming down with raw, demonic energy. Wet, filthy slaps echoed through the quiet Cathedral as she rode him hard, using him like a personal fucktoy. Every time his cock kissed her cervix, she ground down harder, chasing the insane pleasure he was pumping into her.

“Shit— that’s it— right there—!” Her red eyes were blazing, lips curled into a feral grin. The more he made her feel, the more aggressive she became. She was a sex demon wrapped in corrupted nun clothing, riding him like she wanted to break his pelvis.

“Fuck me deeper, Traveler. Fill this worthless sister’s womb.” She leaned forward, biting down on his neck hard enough to leave a mark while her hips kept pistoning. Her pussy was clenching and fluttering wildly around him, but instead of submitting to the orgasms, she rode right through them, turning every climax into fuel.

She came hard the first time, snarling and raking her nails down his chest, but didn’t slow down even a second. “More. Give me more. I want to feel you knock me up right on this pew.”

Rosaria grabbed his hands and forced them onto her bouncing tits, making him squeeze hard as she rode him even faster. Sweat was already glistening on her pale skin, her habit bunched uselessly around her waist.

“You made Jean and Lisa into whimpering messes, didn’t you?” she laughed breathlessly, voice dripping with lust and challenge. “Too bad. I’m not them.”

She suddenly lifted off him, spun around, and sank back down in reverse cowgirl, giving him a perfect view of her ass as she twerked on his cock with filthy, aggressive rolls of her hips. Her pussy was creaming all over him, juices running down his balls.

“Cum in me. Breed me. I want to feel it flooding my fucking womb while I’m still riding you,” she demanded, reaching back to spread her asscheeks wider for him.

The harder Aether thrust up into her, the more unhinged Rosaria became — moaning like a wild animal, hair messy, eyes glowing with pure demonic hunger. She was getting hotter and more dominant with every passing minute, completely addicted to the pleasure but refusing to break. Instead, she was using it to fuck him even more viciously.

“Come on, Traveler~” she growled, slamming down especially hard, her pussy squeezing him like a vice. “Give this sinful nun the biggest load you’ve got. I want to leave here dripping with enough cum to get me pregnant on the first try.”

She looked back over her shoulder with a wicked, heated grin, clearly far from done.

Because the more he made her feel, the more this so-called sister of the church wanted to ruin him right back.

Hours later, the quiet corner of the Cathedral looked like a battlefield of pure debauchery.

The stone floor, one entire pew, and even part of the nearby wall were absolutely drenched — puddles of mixed cum, her squirt, and sweat glistening under the colored light from the stained glass windows. The air smelled thickly of sex, smoke, and raw lust.

Rosaria stood tall in the middle of the mess, completely naked except for her torn fishnets and the nun’s headpiece still somehow clinging to her messy silver hair. Thick ropes of Aether’s cum ran down her thighs in heavy streams, leaking from both her wrecked pussy and her slightly gaping ass. Her pale skin was covered in bite marks, handprints, and scratches — most of them hers on him, some his on her.

She casually lit another cigarette, taking a long, satisfied drag as she looked down at Aether.

He was lying on his back on the soaked pew, chest heaving, cock finally soft and twitching, completely spent. His body was covered in sweat and her juices. For the first time since arriving in this world, he was the one who had been fucked dry.

Rosaria exhaled smoke slowly, her red eyes half-lidded in deep, lazy pleasure. Even standing, her legs were a little shaky, but she refused to sit down yet.

“Fuck… I admit it,” she said, voice husky and rough from hours of growling and moaning. “You win this round, Traveler.”

She stepped closer, nudging his thigh with her foot almost affectionately.

“I’ve taken on three or four guys at once before. Whole groups. Even let a couple of those big hilichurl bastards run a train on me for an entire night. Never once felt fully satisfied by just one man.” She took another drag, then gave a low, throaty chuckle. “Until you. That cock of yours… it’s ridiculous. Every time I thought I had you, you hit me with another wave of that insane pleasure and I just kept getting hungrier.”

She crouched down beside him, trailing her fingers through the mess on his chest before bringing them to her lips and licking them clean.

“I rode you like a wild animal for hours. Used every hole I have. Came so many times I lost count. And you still kept feeding me more.” Her smirk was tired but genuinely impressed. “Never had a single partner push me to my limit like that. I’m fucking full… and actually satisfied. That’s new.”

Rosaria leaned down and gave him a surprisingly soft, smoky kiss on the lips, then nipped his bottom lip teasingly.

“Don’t get cocky though. Next time I’m tying you down and riding you until you pass out for real.” She stood back up, stretching languidly, her cum-drenched body on full display. “For now… you look like you need a minute. Or ten.”

She took one last look at the absolute disaster they’d made of the corner of the holy Cathedral and laughed under her breath.

“Guess I’ll have to ‘clean’ this up later. Or just leave it as an offering.”

Rosaria glanced back at him, eyes still burning with that untamed heat.

She blew him a playful smoke kiss, ass swaying as she started walking away — still leaking, still proud, every bit the wild amazon nun who had just been thoroughly satisfied for the first time in her life.

Rosaria took a few steps away, then paused.

That last kiss… it kept replaying in her head.

She had never kissed anyone before. Not once. Fucking? Absolutely. Getting railed by strangers, monsters, fellow knights — that was easy. It was just bodies, heat, and release. But pressing her lips to his like that? Soft and lingering in the middle of all that feral sex? That was new. And it made something unfamiliar flutter in her chest.

She brought two fingers up to her lips, still tasting him.

“...Tch,” she muttered under her breath, cheeks warming in a way that had nothing to do with the hours of rough fucking. A rare, genuine flush crept across her normally cool, indifferent face.

She glanced back at Aether one more time. He was still lying there, spent and breathing heavily. The sight made her core throb again, but it was mixed with something softer now. Something almost… shy.

Rosaria quickly turned away, hiding the small, awkward smile that threatened to break her usual smirk.

What the hell is this feeling? she thought, walking deeper into the back halls of the Cathedral toward the private bathing area the sisters used. Her legs were unsteady, thick globs of his cum still oozing down her thighs with every step. She could feel how full he had left her — how deep he had claimed her womb.

She slipped into the quiet stone room, shedding the last scraps of her habit and stepping under the cool running water. As she washed, her fingers lingered a little longer than usual over her swollen pussy and her lower belly.

“Damn you, Traveler…” she whispered to herself, a rare vulnerable softness in her voice. “Making me cum like a beast is one thing. But that kiss…”

She touched her lips again, cheeks burning under the water. The wild, dominant amazon who had just ridden him senseless for hours was suddenly feeling strangely shy. New emotions were stirring — warmth, attachment, a strange fluttering nervousness she wasn’t used to at all.

Rosaria leaned her forehead against the cool stone wall, letting the water run over her body as she tried to process it.

“…Fuck. I think I actually liked that.”

She stayed there for a long moment, quietly cleaning herself while that new, unfamiliar feeling settled deep in her chest. A tiny, secret smile tugged at her lips again.

She wasn’t about to admit it out loud anytime soon… but she already knew she’d be seeking him out again. And not just for the mind-breaking sex this time.