Chapter 738: Show Her True Pleasure

Maria told Stella about how she had fallen for Cassius.

How she had met the Goddess.

How the Goddess had forgiven her, but demanded punishment.

And the punishment was...five hundred acts of depravity.

Five hundred times of filling her up with his seed.

Stella’s jaw dropped, while Maria continued to explain that she couldn’t do it all herself.

But the Goddess had given permission for other sisters to help. To take some of the burden.

Hearing this, Stella felt dizzy. She had come here expecting a simple request. Something hard, maybe, but manageable.

Instead, the conversation had gone completely off the rails. She felt like she was dreaming. Like she was in some kind of fantasy.

Because the Goddess herself, the same Goddess she prayed to every night was apparently telling her that she could do "dirty things" with Cassius in Maria’s place.

And it would be beneficial. A karmic favor.

None of it made sense.

Every moment she had spent in the church, she had been taught that acts of sex, debauchery, and lust were taboo. Sins.

Things that would damn your soul. And now the Goddess was requesting her to do exactly that?

She stood there in a daze, her eyes misty, her mind refusing to process.

Maria saw her struggle and immediately softened.

"It’s alright, darling." Her voice was gentle. "Like I said, I’m not forcing you. I know how difficult this is—I’m basically telling you to go against every principle you have, not just as a sister, but as a woman."

"And as a woman myself..."

She placed a hand on her plump chest, making her breasts jiggle slightly.

"...I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do."

She smiled warmly.

"Especially since you’re like a daughter to me. I wouldn’t dare make my own daughter suffer because of my mistakes. So there’s no need for you to do anything. You can go back, my dear."

Hearing this, something inside Stella cracked.

Even in this state, even while suffering through her own lustful transformation—Maria was thinking about her. Protecting her. Putting her first.

And she had called her daughter.

Stella had called Maria Mother before, in casual moments.

But hearing it from Maria’s lips, hearing her say that Stella was like her own child—it struck something deep in her heart.

She then looked around the room and understood something else: she was the first one Maria had called.

That meant something.

Maria trusted her. Believed in her. Had chosen her for this pivotal, desperate moment.

And that trust...that desperate hope...it made everything clear.

The fear, the shame, the indecency—it all started to fade.

Not completely—she was still terrified, still ashamed beyond belief.

But something deeper pushed through. A primal need. The need to protect family.

She stood tall. Looked Maria in the eyes.

Until finally—

"I’ll do it."

Maria blinked. "What?"

"I’ll do it, Lady Maria. I’ll help you."

Cassius, who had been quietly watching from the bed, raised his eyebrows. He had been ready to step in, to use his own charms to convince her if necessary. But she had agreed immediately.

Maria shook her head quickly.

"Stella, no. You don’t have to force yourself. For my sake—that would hurt me more than anything."

But Stella smiled—a real smile, soft and certain.

"I’m not forcing myself, Lady Maria."

She took a step closer.

"All these years, you’ve looked after me. Cherished me. Loved me. I remember all those nights when I had nightmares about my mother—you held me in your arms."

Maria’s expression flickered with pain at the memory.

"I cried on your chest so many times. And you gave me safety. You made me feel like the world wasn’t completely broken."

Her voice grew thick with emotion.

"In those moments, I promised myself—I would do anything for you. I wanted to protect you. Because I couldn’t protect my own mother."

She looked at Maria with fierce determination.

"And right now, that promise comes due."

She glanced awkwardly at Cassius, at the bed, at the situation—and blushed furiously.

"I’m willing to do anything to protect you, Lady Maria. My mother...e-even if it’s something as naughty as this."

Maria’s eyes glistened.

Before she could respond, Stella stepped closer and whispered in her ear.

"And honestly..." Her voice was so quiet Maria almost didn’t hear. "If it were anyone else, I would hesitate. But since it’s Cassius..."

She pulled back, her face bright red.

"...I wouldn’t really mind."

Maria’s eyes went wide. "Stella, you—"

Stella quickly covered Maria’s mouth with her hand.

"Please!" She hissed, flustered beyond belief. "Please don’t tease me. Don’t say anything!"

Maria’s expression shifted from shock to mischief. She pulled Stella’s hand away, glanced at Cassius, and pinched his leg.

"Cassius, you womanizer." Her voice was dry. "You can’t leave anyone alone, can you?"

Cassius looked between both women, utterly baffled.

"What did I do? I didn’t do anything!"

Both women rolled their eyes.

Then they looked at each other—and burst into quiet giggles.

Cassius was left completely confused.

But soon, the mood sobered. Stella fidgeted with her fingers, her earlier confidence wavering.

"Lady Maria...even though I agreed, I don’t know what to do."

She looked up, her green eyes uncertain.

"I’m going to be thirty next year, but I have no experience. None at all. I don’t know if I’ll be able to help."

Maria smiled warmly.

"Don’t worry about that, dear. I’ll be right by your side the whole time."

She raised a finger and placed it on Stella’s chest, right between her breasts. Then she dragged it downward.

And to Stella’s utter shock, her clothes simply vanished!

The black robes she wore, her undergarments, everything—dissolved into nothing as Maria’s finger traced down her body.

Her large breasts were revealed, perky and firm, with small, pale nipples that hardened instantly in the cool air.

Her slender waist. Her perky ass. And between her legs, her mature pussy—already wet, already glistening, with a neat patch of grey hair above it.

"Lady Maria!" Stella gasped, trying to cover herself.

But Maria just pulled her onto the bed.

"Don’t hide, darling." Her voice was gentle but firm. "There’s no need anymore."

She guided Stella onto her plump chest, letting her lie there for a moment, then reached down and spread her legs apart.

"You’re in a completely safe place. Just let Cassius take care of you."

Stella looked up and was shocked!

A massive shadow loomed over her. Cassius was right there, hovering above her, a devilish smile on his face.

And his cock—that enormous, terrifying cock was hovering right over her exposed pussy!

She had seen dangerous weapons before. She had faced down criminals with axes and swords.

But this was the most dangerous rod she had ever seen.

It looked like it could genuinely kill her.

She trembled, bracing herself for the worst pain of her life.

But instead of barging in, Cassius did something unexpected.

He reached down and caressed her cheek.

His touch was gentle. Loving. His eyes were sincere, warm, nothing like the scary gaze she had feared.

Then he leaned down and kissed her!

Kiss!

Stella’s first kiss.

She panicked—her body went rigid, her hands flew up to push him away.

But then something shifted.

Cassius was an expert. His lips moved against hers slowly, gently, coaxing her to relax.

When his tongue slipped inside, he took control without being forceful. He sucked on her lower lip, teased her tongue, drank in her breath.

It was intoxicating.

Stella felt her fear melting away, replaced by warmth. By something soft and sweet and wonderful.

Her hands, which had been ready to push, instead curled around his neck. She kissed him back.

Maria watched from behind, a soft smile on her lips.

"Go on, Cassius." Her voice was a whisper. "Show her what it means to be truly loved..."

"...Show her what real pleasure feels like."

Cassius nodded against Stella’s lips.

He kissed her deeper, his tongue exploring her mouth, and his hands began to roam.

One hand cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it hardened. He pinched gently, rolled the nub between his fingers, and Stella gasped into his mouth.

His lips left hers and traveled downward.

He kissed her jaw. Her throat. The hollow of her collarbone. And then his mouth found her breast.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and Stella moaned, a sound she had never made before. Her back arched. Her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Cassius—" She gasped. "That’s—I can’t—"

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

His tongue traced circles around her areola, then flicked across the tip.

He sucked gently, then harder, and Stella felt something building between her legs.

His hand slid down her stomach, over her hip, and between her thighs.

He spread her pussy open with two fingers.

"Mmmm—!" Stella whimpered as he pushed them inside.

They were thick, much thicker than her own fingers, and they stretched her in a way that felt strange and wonderful.

He moved them slowly at first, curling them to rub against her inner walls, and Stella’s hips began to rock against his hand.

"That’s it." Maria murmured, stroking Stella’s hair. "That’s it, darling. Just feel it."

Cassius added a third finger, and Stella cried out.

"Ahhh—! Nooo—!"

Her walls clenched around him, and she felt something building—something enormous, unstoppable.

He then pressed his thumb against her clit and that was all it took.

Stella came.

"Ahh—! I-I’m coming—! I’m coming—!"

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her pussy gushed around his fingers, soaking his hand, her juices splashing onto the sheets.

She panted, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with shock.

But Cassius didn’t stop.

He kissed down her stomach, licking a trail through her sweat, and settled between her legs. He spread her pussy open with his thumbs and lowered his mouth.

When his tongue touched her clit, Stella thought she might die.

He licked her slowly, tasting her, savoring her. His tongue circled her sensitive nub, then flicked across it, then pressed down gently.

She came again—immediately, violently, her hips bucking against his face.

He still didn’t stop though.

He licked her through the orgasm, through the aftershocks, until she was whimpering and trembling and begging for mercy.

Then he kissed his way lower.

His tongue teased her perineum, then circled her anus, and Stella gasped.

"Cassius—not there—I’ve never—"

He licked her there anyway.

Gently. Softly. His tongue traced circles around the tight ring of muscle, and Stella felt something new—a strange, forbidden pleasure that made her head spin.

He pushed his tongue inside, just a little, and she cried out.

"Shh." Maria kissed her forehead. "Trust him, darling. He knows what he’s doing."

Cassius licked her asshole for a long time, until Stella was a dripping, aching mess. Her legs were spread wide, her eyes were dreamy, and she had lost count of how many times she had come.

And when he was done—when she was nothing but a trembling, aching, dripping mess—Maria grabbed Cassius’s cock and guided it to Stella’s entrance.

"It’s time, Cassius." Maria’s voice was soft but firm. "Take her all the way."

She moved to Stella’s side, took her hand, and stroked her cheek.

"It’s alright, dear. I’m right here. It will hurt at first—but soon, everything will feel wonderful."

Stella nodded, her green eyes wide but trusting.

She felt the massive head push inside her.

The thick head stretched her tight, virgin entrance slowly. It burned at first, forcing her walls apart inch by inch. Stella gasped, gripping Maria’s hand hard, her knuckles white.

"Breathe." Maria whispered. "Just breathe, darling."

Cassius went deeper, gentle and steady. The pain was sharp, but beneath it, something else was building—a deep, throbbing fullness that made her toes curl.

Her pussy clenched around him instinctively, slick juices starting to flow despite her confusion.

By the time his cock was buried deep inside, his balls pressed against her ass, every nerve in her body lit up with electric pleasure.

"Move." Maria whispered. "Move, Cassius."

He pulled back slowly, then pushed in again.

"Ahhhh!♡~" Stella moaned.

He did it again.

And again.

And the pain faded, replaced by something else—something warm and wonderful and overwhelming.

Despite how lost and confused she still was, despite the shame and fear and disbelief, Stella realized something.

This was the best feeling in the entire world.

And she never wanted it to stop.