Akeno: The Shrine Maiden (full set and story) (Patreon)

The twilight air hung heavy with the scent of incense and damp earth, a heady mix that seemed to seep right into Akeno Himejima’s skin. The shrine grounds were usually bustling this time of evening, but tonight, an oppressive silence had settled over the stone steps. Akeno stood by the offering box, a red paper lantern casting a flickering crimson glow against her pale features. Her attire was a teasing compromise between duty and desire: a pristine white hakama skirt that rustled in the breeze, paired with a top that was scandalously tight, the white fabric straining to contain her heavy breasts and offering a dizzying glimpse of cleavage that had no business near a sacred altar.

"Nothing but crickets and shadows," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. She set the lantern down and moved behind the large stone structure, out of sight. The darkness felt like a velvet blanket, encouraging her depravity. She leaned back against the cold stone, her hands sliding under the hem of her red skirt. "Surely the gods wouldn't mind if I offered them a different kind of worship?" she mused, hooking her thumbs into her thong underwear and sliding them down her long legs, leaving them discarded on the mossy ground.

She didn't start slow. Her middle finger found her clit, already swollen and slick, and she began to circle it with practiced pressure. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. "Yes... right there," she hissed, throwing her head back. Her free hand mauled her breast through the tight top, pinching her nipple until the friction sent jolts of electricity straight to her core. She was soaking wet, her juices making wet, squelching sounds as she slid two fingers deep inside, curling them to hit that perfect spot. "Ahh, fill me up..." she breathed, lost in the fog.

Then, the crunch of gravel froze her. Akeno’s eyes snapped open. Standing just feet away was a figure, illuminated by the distant lantern light. He didn't look shocked; he looked hungry. The realization that she’d been caught sent a humiliating wave of heat through her, but instead of shame, a predatory grin spread across her lips. "Well, well," she purred, pulling her glistening fingers from her depths and holding them up. "It seems we have a stray worshiper." She stepped out from the shadows, making no move to cover herself. "You saw everything. You watched me defile this shrine... and it excited you."

She closed the distance, pressing her hand against the bulge straining his pants. "You're hard. Good. That makes this easier." Akeno dropped to her knees, ignoring the rough ground. "I’m so bored with silent gods. I think I’ll worship something flesh and blood instead." With a sharp tug, she freed his cock, her eyes widening at the throbbing heat. "My, my... you're certainly gifted," she cooed, wasting no time. She leaned forward, flattening her tongue against the base of his shaft and licking a slow, deliberate stripe all the way to the tip, swirling around the swollen head before wrapping her lips around him. She took him deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him as she began to bob her head with a rhythm that was equal parts reverence and starvation.

The taste of him, musky and real on her tongue, only fueled the ache between her legs. She moaned around his length, the vibrations humming down his shaft, one hand coming up to cup his heavy balls while the other gripped his hip for leverage. She pulled off with a wet pop, saliva trailing from her lips to his cock, her chest heaving. "Delicious," she gasped, her eyes gleaming with unadulterated lust. "But my mouth isn't the only hole that needs attention."

She turned around, getting on her hands and knees on the stone path, raising her ass high in the air. She flipped the red skirt up over her waist, exposing her dripping pussy and tight ass to the cool night air. "Don't keep a lady waiting," she demanded, looking back at him over her shoulder with a dark, inviting smirk. "Fuck me right here."

He didn't hesitate. Gripping her hips, he aligned himself and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. Akeno cried out, her back arching as he stretched her open, the sudden fullness driving the breath from her lungs. "Yes! Just like that!" she screamed, not caring who heard. "Harder! Ruin me!"

He set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the shrine grounds, mixing with her desperate cries and the rustle of leaves. Every thrust dragged against her inner walls, hitting spots her fingers never could, stoking the fire in her belly until it was a roaring inferno. "I'm a dirty girl... fucking a stranger at a shrine!" she babbled, her fingers clawing at the dirt. "Punish this naughty shrine maiden!"

The pressure built to a breaking point. Her toes curled, her vision going white as the orgasm crashed over her, her pussy convulsing around his cock, rippling and milking him as she soaked his length. Her body shook violently, her cries tapering off into ragged gasps, but he didn't stop. He kept pounding into her through the aftershocks, prolonging the pleasure until it bordered on pain.

She felt him swell inside her, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing their rhythm. "Do it," she hissed, pushing back to meet him, her voice dropping to a guttural command.the throbbing heat. "My, my... you're certainly gifted," she cooed, wasting no time. She leaned forward, flattening her tongue against the base of his shaft and licking a slow, deliberate stripe all the way to the tip, swirling around the swollen head before wrapping her lips around him. She took him deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him as she began to bob her head with a rhythm that was equal parts reverence and starvation.

The taste of him, musky and real on her tongue, only fueled the ache between her legs. She moaned around his length, the vibrations humming down his shaft, one hand coming up to cup his heavy balls while the other gripped his hip for leverage. She pulled off with a wet pop, saliva trailing from her lips to his cock, her chest heaving. "Delicious," she gasped, her eyes gleaming with unadulterated lust. "But my mouth isn't the only hole that needs attention."

She turned around, getting on her hands and knees on the stone path, raising her ass high in the air. She flipped the red skirt up over her waist, exposing her dripping pussy and tight ass to the cool night air. "Don't keep a lady waiting," she demanded, looking back at him over her shoulder with a dark, inviting smirk. "Fuck me right here."

He didn't hesitate. Gripping her hips, he aligned himself and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. Akeno cried out, her back arching as he stretched her open, the sudden fullness driving the breath from her lungs. "Yes! Just like that!" she screamed, not caring who heard. "Harder! Ruin me!"

He set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the shrine grounds, mixing with her desperate cries and the rustle of leaves. Every thrust dragged against her inner walls, hitting spots her fingers never could, stoking the fire in her belly until it was a roaring inferno. "I'm a dirty girl... fucking a stranger at a shrine!" she babbled, her fingers clawing at the dirt. "Punish this naughty shrine maiden!"

The pressure built to a breaking point. Her toes curled, her vision going white as the orgasm crashed over her, her pussy convulsing around his cock, rippling and milking him as she soaked his length. Her body shook violently, her cries tapering off into ragged gasps, but he didn't stop. He kept pounding into her through the aftershocks, prolonging the pleasure until it bordered on pain.

She felt him swell inside her, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing their rhythm. "Do it," she hissed, pushing back to meet him, her voice dropping to a guttural command.

With a guttural roar, he slammed forward one last time, burying himself balls-deep as his cock kicked violently inside her. Akeno felt the scorching heat of his seed flooding her womb, thick ropes of cum painting her ins white as he emptied himself with primal intensity. She moaned deeply, savoring the feeling of being bred in such a hallowed place, her body milking him for every single drop until he was drained and trembling.

But that was only the beginning. They lost track of time and propriety under the pale moonlight, moving from the stone path to the cool grass of the shrine courtyard. He took her again and again, bent over the offering box, pressed against the ancient trees, and flat on her back on the very steps she was meant to guard. By the time the first hints of dawn began to grey the sky, Akeno was a wreck—her hakama torn and stained, her skin glistening with sweat and fluids. Her womb was heavy and bloated, filled to the brim with multiple loads of his cum that leaked out in a creamy stream down her thighs whenever she moved. She lay panting amidst the devastation, a satisfied, lazy grin on her face as the scent of sex and incense mingled in the morning air.