Chapter 25
Delonas’s body flinched.
It felt like a wave was crashing through her entire body.
Simultaneously, her lower parts clenched tight.
And that sight, thanks to the men’s brutal hands preventing her from looking away from the mirror, was clearly visible even to her own eyes.
“We have to give you something to hold…”
The head priest glanced around.
Then, he fetched a thin candle.
Its tip was still lit.
Holding it upside down against her lower lips, the head priest searched for her entrance, prodding and parting her flesh with the candle’s end.
“That’s…!”
“Dangerous, you say?”
The head priest laughed.
“It would be quite a sight if the princess’s pubic hair caught fire. So, squeeze it out with all your might.”
With that, he shoved the candle inside her.
“……!”
Startled, she unconsciously arched her back.
It was a desperate struggle to prevent the flame from touching her body.
But in another light, it could also look like a hip movement to better receive the candle’s end.
“What to do with a princess in heat when I offer to poke her.”
With a squelch, the head priest pulled the candle out of Delonas’s lower hole.
A sticky fluid stretched between the candle and the hole, and the opening, having lost what it held, trembled violently.
Setting the candle down, the head priest picked up the paddle instead.
—Smack!
And he struck her there with the paddle, instead of shoving the candle in.
“Aahng!”
A cry burst forth.
Her twitching lower lips, unable to receive something, tightened fiercely.
A pale gray-gloved finger slid inside her.
As her lower lips tightly gripped something, a moan escaped Delonas’s mouth.
“Satisfied, Princess?”
…Satisfied?
Was that moan really one of satisfaction? Delonas couldn’t believe it.
Had she become this…?
This made it look like she truly was, as the priests said, frantic from not having something shoved inside her.
“No….”
She struggled.
“No?”
The head priest withdrew his finger from her.
The pale gray glove was soaked through, stained a deep gray.
“Doesn’t seem like a ‘no’ to me?”
Delonas’s face flushed crimson with shame.
The head priest’s hand, now bare after removing the wet glove, moved downwards again.
He flicked her c******s to the side.
“Hup,”
Watching her bite her lip again, the head priest narrowed his eyes.
“The High Priest never said to draw blood.”
Then, he stuffed the glove soaked with her fluids into her mouth.
“Guhhk!”
With her mouth forced open, she couldn’t suppress the moan.
Above all, she couldn’t believe that something that had touched her down there, something from that filthy place, was being forced into her mouth. Her eyes widened.
She tried to spit it out by moving her mouth, but it was futile without using her hands.
“You have to learn to endure without biting your lips, too.”
The head priest inserted his bare finger into her.
His fingers slid in, squelching through the wet interior and scraping out fluid.
Drip, drip… The liquid that flowed out pooled on the floor.
“Too much fluid, Princess. If your body can’t hide its sweetness, you should at least hide the wetness. How can you serve anyone like this?”
He inserted his fingers inside her again. And moving them in a circular, wiping motion, he drew out more of her slick.
“Hh, ah, ng…!”
Her hips twitched at that stimulation.
—Smack!
Then the head priest’s paddle struck her down there again.
“Hhng!”
“Far from improving, all you do is gape your hole open.”
Clicking his tongue, the head priest rubbed his fingers in front of her eyes.
The slippery, gleaming tips, coated in fluid, were rubbed right before her.
“What do you think Ephina would say, seeing you leak such filthy fluids in His sacred temple?”
He shoved his slick-coated fingers into her mouth.
“Uhp, khek…!”
It felt like the glove was being forced in, making her nauseous.
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