Reborn as A Holy Knight (Remake) Prologue 3 (Patreon)

Prologue 3 – Fudeoroshi

(TL Note: Fudeoroshi is a unique JP term to indicate using a new brush for the first time (to practice calligraphy). It is also used by extension to indicate doing something for the first time but is often used as slang to indicate a man losing his virginity, especially to an older woman, hence the “using the brush for the first time” part.)

Perhaps it was the way she spoke or the way she smiled, but seeing the Goddess, who until a moment ago had a childish air about her, in this way, my son that was hanging down immediately shot up.

“Come.”

The Goddess beckoned to me as she sat on the bed.

I staggered toward her as if I was being pulled along.

Then I sat down next to her.

“Oh, right. I haven’t told you my name yet. I am Xaneela, the Goddess of Fertility of this world.”

“Xaneela, I am…”

But when I was about to speak, she put her index finger over my mouth.

“You are not a person yet,” Xaneela said, still holding my lips with the said finger. “You will be reborn as a new human being after your soul is fixed in your body by communing with me. Only after that can you name yourself afterward.”

With that, Xaneela removed her fingers from my mouth and her lips closed on it instead.

(Ah, my first kiss…)

Just like that, I experienced my first kiss, something I had never been able to achieve in my previous life, although with a temporary body.

Her lips were warm and soft.

Then, Xaneela pried my lips open and inserted her tongue in the gaps.

If I remember, this is called French kissing, and of course, it was the first time this has been done to me.

I easily went into an erotic mood, even though it was just an act of putting an appendage in the organ I use to eat.

“Mmmh… you can also use your tongue, you know…”

Prompted by Xaneela, I twirled my tongue around hers and put it in her mouth as well.

As a result, my penis got so swollen that it was on the verge of exploding, even though it had barely been touched yet.

But naturally, it wasn’t enough.

So Xaneela, still in a tongue-deep kiss with me, suddenly wrapped her hands around my neck.

Then, from there, she laied herself on the bed, pulling me down along with her body.

Then, after pulling her face away from mine…

“Hey… touch me…”

She was looking at me with an upturned face as she urged my hand toward her crotch.

This caused my right hand to lightly roll up the front of her dress at her prompting, where it then proceeded to slide inside.

My finger would then touch her private parts, which were already slightly opened from the heat.

“Ahnn!”

It was warm and soft, just like her lips.

But it didn’t feel that wet yet.

“Nfufufu… It’s been a while since I had this skin-to-skin experience, but as you see, it’s not to the point where I’m gushing yet. Care to help this Goddess with that?”

As a virgin, I did not understand these lines, so I was left dumbfounded when she spoke them for the first time.

But being a man, it only took me a few seconds to realize what she had said.

Wait. does she mean I have to make her feel good by moving my fingers or something?

“Care to make me recall these feelings?”

I still didn’t understand what she meant.

“Fufufu… what an innocent child. You’ll figure it out later.”

When she said this, Xaneela urged me to remove my hand from her special place.

…wait, that’s it? Are we done?

Don’t be so panicked. We’ll start this way first.”

As she said this, Xaneela shifted the shoulder straps of her dress.

I helped her by shifting the straps further.

Then the beautiful twin peaks were revealed.

Her breasts were shaped like a bowl, and her nipples were small and light pink.

And as expected from something derived from my fantasies, they were my ideal shape.

I put my hands on the bulge as if I were being sucked into it.

With minimum effort, the fingers sunk in.

“Nn… aah…”

Oh man, Xaneela’s breathing is super erotic.

But wait. tits should be handled gently… Or so I rubbed her mountains with as little force as possible based on my erotic knowledge.

But I couldn’t hold it any longer and started sucking on them at their peaks.

“Nmmmhaa!! Not there…”

Xaneela’s body jerked for a moment, but I continued what I was doing regardless.

“Mmm… mmm… haa…”

Not contented, I also reached out once again from below.

The private parts I touched and felt earlier has become fully ripe for picking.

The folds are fully open, and the whole thing even glistened from the love juices leaking about.

“Xaneela, you’re so beautiful…”

“Mmmh… mou~ this is so embarrassing…”

The tips of her pubes also glistened as they reflected light.

I reached out to them if I was being drawn to it.

“Nhaaa…!!”

The feeling was different from before, as the crack was now covered with slimy something.

“You’re… wet?”

“Mou~ you don’t have to say it out loud~.”

As I spoke this, Xaneela turned her face away.

Oh man, she’s so cute.

“Mmm… nkuh…”

I continued to touch her wet crack as if I were tracing it.

In response, Xaneela began to let out a voice as if she was enduring something, even though she was looking away from me.

I continued to touch her as if I was tracing the folds, but then I got impatient and sank my fingers inside her crevice.

My fingers easily slid in, as if they were invited inside.

This caused the tip of my finger to brush through her meat walls, going deeper and deeper as I plunge into her.

“Hiaaaahh!! Mmhh, that’s… no good!! Mhaaaaahhh!!”

Xaneela’s voice rose, and they rose even further in proportion to my finger moving deep.

Not good. Because of the alluring moans, I think my son is reaching his limit.

“Hey… isn’t it time… for you to put it in?”

Xaneela finally spoke. She seemed to be at her limit as she muttered this.

So from there, I placed the tip of my brand-new yet surprisingly angry and tense penis against Xaneela’s crack.

It only made a little contact, but I could already feel her temperature from it.

Xaneela is fully in heat.

(It’s finally happening…)

I was getting more and more nervous.

Huh? W-why… why is it shrinking?

Oh man, I’ve heard that getting too nervous on the show can make you soft, but to think I would experience it at this time of all times!

“It’s okay. You’re going to be fine.”

I looked at Xaneela’s face.

From there, I saw her smile.

It was an all-encompassing, gentle smile, but it looked tremendously erotic, perhaps because of the bare private parts and breasts she was showing below that face.

The obscene view made me taut again, and soon as I revived, I sank my hips toward her insides.

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