Chapter 725: Heaven On One’s Lips
"No!" Maria shook her head vehemently.
"No way, Cassius. I’m not believing that for one second!"
He looked surprised.
"I need to check for myself if it’s really true. You could be lying right now, making up some story to spare my feelings."
She crossed her arms. "I have to take responsibility. I have to make sure everything is truly alright."
Cassius insisted. "It’s truly alright, Maria. I can assure you, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m still as strong as ever. There’s no need—"
"I said no didn’t I!"
She shouted, then caught herself. Her expression softened into something sincere, almost desperate.
"I feel so guilty, Cassius. The reason you’re going through this, it’s all because of me. The thought that I might be the reason my best friend’s family falls apart..."
She shook her head, her eyes glistening.
"I can’t handle that guilt. Please, let me check. Let me see if you’re really the same man you always were."
She looked up at him with tender, loving eyes.
"If you don’t...I won’t be able to sleep at night. I’ll feel guilty forever. So please..."
She swallowed.
"Let me see your penis."
The moment she finished, she felt deeply embarrassed.
Not because she was asking to see his cock—but because of all the lies she had told. All the schemes she had woven.
This wasn’t something she would normally do.
But she was desperate. She had no other choice.
She could only pray that Cassius would give in.
Cassius heard her words, still trusting her completely, and felt another wave of admiration wash over him.
Here was a woman of the Goddess, willing to do something so dirty for her best friend’s sake.
He had thought he knew the extent of her compassion. He had been wrong.
He almost teared up.
But he forced himself to calm down, thinking carefully. Finally, he let out a deep sigh.
"Alright, Maria. Alright."
He looked at her with a wry smile.
"Since you’re insisting so much...I’ll show you my penis."
Maria’s face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds.
But Cassius quickly added with wry smile,
"At the same time, I’m scared I’ll be committing an eternal sin. I’ll be dragged to the depths of hell for showing something like this to a sister like you."
Maria scoffed. "There’s no need to worry about that, Cassius. This is a sacrifice I’m willing to take."
She glanced at his crotch eagerly.
"So stop worrying. Show me your penis. Show me how it looks!"
She gently caressed her own thighs, pulling on her robe like an eager child waiting for a present. Her behavior was so adorable, especially considering how naughty the request was that Cassius couldn’t help but chuckle.
But he did as she asked.
He undid his robe.
He was completely naked underneath. So, the moment he pulled the fabric apart, his massive cock jumped out into the open, standing straight up like a flagpole.
Huge. Thick. Veiny. The head was enormous, shaped like some kind of dragon’s mouth, and the shaft was covered in thick, pulsing veins.
Below it hung a massive sack, clearly accustomed to impregnating many women.
It was an absolute monster!
Maria gasped.
No matter how many times she had seen it before, she was utterly shocked by the size. Especially now—so close, every detail visible, every vein, every curve.
She felt her own pussy grow wet immediately. Liquid leaked out of her, her body instinctively craving that thing deep inside her. She grew hot, flustered, overwhelmed.
She stared, unable to look away.
Cassius watched her reaction, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Well, Maria?" He asked softly. "What do you think? Does it look like it’s not working properly?"
Maria couldn’t answer.
Her mouth was too dry.
Her heart was pounding too hard.
And her body was screaming at her to touch it. To taste it. To take it inside her.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.
"No, Cassius." She whispered. "It looks like it’s working perfectly."
She reached out.
Her fingers brushed against the shaft—and Cassius sucked in a sharp breath.
"Maria." He warned. "What are you—"
"Checking." She said simply. "To make sure it’s really alright."
Her hand closed around him.
He was so thick she couldn’t fully wrap her fingers around him. So hot, like holding a brand. She could feel his pulse beating against her palm, could see his length twitching in her grip.
Cassius shivered.
The sensation of Maria’s hand—clumsy, hesitant, utterly inexperienced was somehow the most exquisite thing he had ever felt.
She stroked him with an adorable look of concentration on her face, like she was trying to pet a wild animal without startling it.
Her touch was gentle, her fingers tracing the veins along his shaft with genuine curiosity.
It felt like heaven.
And it terrified him.
His intention for this date had been purely wholesome—well, perhaps not purely, but certainly not this.
He had wanted to leave a deep impression on Maria’s heart, to let feelings fester and grow, to strike when the time was right.
He had not expected to end up in a tavern room with the Saintess of Compassion kneeling before him, stroking his cock like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever encountered.
He didn’t know what to say.
But as amazing as it felt, guilt gnawed at him. If this were any other woman, he would have seized the moment without hesitation.
But Maria was different. She was pure, inexperienced, vulnerable. Taking advantage of her in this state felt wrong.
He tried to pull back.
"Maria." He said gently, reaching for her hand. "It’s alright. You don’t need to do this. You’ve seen that I’m perfectly fine, so you can let go now."
The moment his hand touched hers to guide it away, Maria immediately protested.
"No!" She growled at him, sounding almost like a protective little puppy whose treat was about to be taken away.
The sound actually startled Cassius for a second.
Then she realized how she was acting and blushed furiously. She quickly explained in a flustered manner,
"I just mean..." She swallowed, her hand still stroking him slowly. "It might look hard and full of vitality right now. I mean, it is extremely hard, so hard that I wonder if this is even part of a human body."
She squeezed gently, feeling his length, and Cassius bit his lip.
"But at the same time, maybe this is just a short-term thing. Maybe right now, because of the moment, you’re able to push all your energy down there and make it stand up."
Cassius shook his head. "That’s not how it works, Maria. I can’t just focus my attention on it to give it energy."
Maria ignored him completely.
She continued stroking, up and down, her rhythm slowly becoming more confident. Cassius’s breath grew ragged.
"No, Cassius. I have to be thorough with this. Just like Diana, I also have medical experience in treating a patient. I can’t just look at the person at a single glance and check their illness and let them off, as it could have repercussions in the future."
Her hand drifted lower, cupping his balls gently, her eyes gleaming with barely concealed fascination.
"And similarly, I have to check the penis. Actually not just the penis, but the entire body, to see if it’s truly in good condition and if it will stay the same in the future."
Hearing how sincere and enthusiastic she sounded, Cassius didn’t even know what to say.
"...And exactly how are you going to do that, Maria?"
She froze for a second, as if she herself hadn’t fully thought that far ahead. Then she looked up at him in a shy manner.
"What exactly did Diana do with your penis, Cassius?"
"I want to follow the same thing and see if everything’s working as usual, and if there are any discrepancies or problems on your end. I have to thoroughly test this penis out."
Of course, this was just a stupid excuse she had come up with on the spot.
But there was no way she was going to let this opportunity slip away. She was already completely mesmerized by the absolute monster in front of her.
At first she had been scared of it, but now that she was playing with it and feeling every inch, she felt a deep, hungry connection to his cock and wanted to do so many more things with it.
There was no way she was letting this moment pass.
Cassius thought about it for a moment. He knew what to say, but he was really embarrassed to say such a thing to a pure woman like Maria.
Still, seeing how insistent she was and how she was looking at him with bright, helpful eyes, he let out a sigh and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
"She...She would use her lips on my penis, Maria. She would take it all the way down, lick it all over, and use her tongue to utterly pleasure me."
Maria’s blush deepened.
"I see."
He smirked, trying to regain control. "Do you think you can do something like that? I doubt it. So perhaps we should just—"
"No."
Her voice was firm.
"I can do it."
She looked up at him with determination blazing in her eyes.
"If Diana can do it, then so can I." She lifted her chin. "To help a friend, I can do anything."
But before he could say another word, Maria slid off the bed and knelt before him.
The movement caused her robe to gape open, revealing more of her cleavage. Her pink areolas also peeked out from the fabric, soft and inviting, and Cassius’s mouth went dry.
She glanced at his cock for a single moment—just a heartbeat of hesitation.
Then she took him into her mouth.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
The Saintess of Compassion—the woman the entire continent looked up to, the symbol of purity and grace was kneeling between his legs, her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue exploring him with clumsy, earnest enthusiasm.
He threw his head back.
Heaven had nothing on this.