Blasphemous Grace - Chapter 20

“Ngh, ah, aahn!”

Having just peaked and with the sensation not yet faded, the lingering sensitivity made her hips twitch.

Unknowingly tensing her feet and arching her back, Delonas had her hair grabbed by the High Priest.

He forced her to look down at the platform below.

“……!”

There were countless people, the Beakin people who had served her and until she was dragged here, had called out to her as their princess.

And most of the men among them were visibly e***t.

Not just e***t.

Some were even wholly distracted, having taken off their pants to pleasure themselves.

Delonas squeezed her eyes shut.

“Do you turn your back on those who served you, Princess?”

The High Priest clicked his tongue and spoke to a holy knight.

“From now on, each time the princess disobeys my words…”

His staff pointed at the Beakin people.

“…cut off one of their heads.”

Instantly, the surroundings turned icy.

With no chance to see the change in the Beakin people’s expressions, the High Priest, still gripping her hair, dragged her back up onto the platform. Her ankle restraints had somehow been removed.

“Now then, let us conclude the Purification Rite by offering this to the god’s representative.”

With her hair held, she was forced to her knees.

—Tock.

Someone ascended the platform toward her.

Turning toward the clear sound of dress shoes, she saw the Pope.

Dressed in clothing closer to a uniform than papal vestments, he inserted his hand into her still-damp lower half.

“Hha, ah…!”

A moan escaped her. The man’s dry hand was instantly soaked with her fluids.

Then, as his strong fingers parted her opening and delved inside,

“Hng!”

Fluid splashed from her as she peaked once more.

Squelch.

Standing in the puddle he had made, the Pope grabbed the back of her head.

With one hand, he undid his trouser buckle.

—Tuk.

An enormous, deep red phallus—unbelievably large to have been concealed in his trousers—slapped against her cheek as if caressing it.

The Pope’s hand, slick with her fluids, stroked his length a few times before rubbing the tip against Delonas’s lips.

“If you wish to save the Beakin people, show your sincerity.”

A voice, whose owner she couldn’t tell, rang out.

“Satisfy me yourself.”

Was it the Pope’s voice? A low, hoarse voice simmered.

Behind the man’s body, she could see the Beakin people.

With holy knights looking ready to behead them at any moment, Delonas looked at the man’s member through tear-blurred vision.

A deep red shaft as thick as a child’s forearm was dripping viscous fluid from its tip.

“…….”

Once more, as it was rubbed against her lips, Delonas finally opened her mouth.

Even taking just the tip filled her mouth completely.

Her flustered tongue lightly touched the tip of the man’s c**k.

“Ha.”

A short gasp escaped the man.

As he moved his hips, the tip scraped against the roof of her mouth and pushed in.

“Ngh…!”

Startled, she grabbed his thighs tightly, but the c**k did not stop.

It kept pushing in, scraping deeper, as if aiming to pierce her throat.

“…Hrk!”

A sound, not quite human, escaped her.

“You shouldn’t be grinding your teeth.”

The low voice resonated once more.

The Pope grabbed the head of the girl, who no longer knew what to do with her mouth.

And then, just like that—

—Thump!

Thump! —he violated her mouth, moving his hips.

“Ghk! Uck!”

Saliva from her mouth, tears from her eyes—nothing was left unspilled. But the man’s rough thrusts, far from stopping, only grew more violent.

How long was she impaled like that?

Just as she was suffocating, her consciousness fading and her strength draining away, the man’s hand released her head.

Splat. White s***n splattered onto Delonas, who had collapsed limply.

Her consciousness, blurred to the point of not even being able to maintain the dream, completely shut down all her senses.

***

By the time Pope Ian finished his schedule and arrived at the main square of Archion’s capital, it was already filled with the divine power of Ephina.