Chapter 36
“Ecstatic cries are fine, but to satisfy a person of high station, other words are needed. Now,”
He pressed down there once more.
“Hh-heung!”
“No, not that. Imagine His Highness taking you down there. When he does, would you just shake your hips like a beast like that?”
The shame from such explicit words made Delonas feel like she was suffocating.
But the words that followed next made her mind go completely blank just from their meaning.
“Say you like it.”
Delonas bit her lip at those words.
Absolutely, absolutely, she couldn’t say something like that.
She shook her head violently.
The reason she couldn’t get the words past her lips was…
“Hh, hh-hup…!”
…because the thin rod from below kept pushing in, stabbing into the inside of her v****a.
“Still have some pride left? Even after spreading your legs for the Beakin street trash who serve me, even after becoming the c**t of the priests you called so base?”
He clicked his tongue.
“Or, you just don’t want to admit your true nature of craving c**k.”
She had no such nature.
She shook her head, but Lekia took out another tool.
It was smaller than the priests’, but it was clearly an object modeled after a man’s part.
Lekia, showing the imitation phallus before Delonas’s eyes, spoke.
“Then I’ll show the princess just how much aptitude she has.”
Then he pulled out the tool that had been spread open inside her.
“Hheung!”
As the cold air filling her insides vanished in an instant and her mucous membranes contracted, she felt a tingling, aching sensation below.
Surprisingly, she felt empty down there.
Just as she herself was bewildered by that feeling, the imitation phallus in Lekia’s hand pierced straight into her below.
“Hah-ang!”
An ecstatic cry burst out.
Lekia, frowning, pulled the imitation phallus out and then slammed it back into her below.
“Hh-heuu!”
“No, the words I wanted were different, weren’t they?”
―Squelch!
With a squelching sound, the imitation phallus repeatedly plunged into her below.
Delonas shook her head.
No matter how broken she was, she didn’t want to do what this man desired.
But.
―Squish, squish.
As the imitation phallus shoved inside her began to rub her inner walls with a deep, firm pressure, she had no way to hold back her moans.
The stimulation was too strong. It felt like her below, her body, her mind were melting.
“Hh, uh, ah…… uh…….”
“Do you know what your face looks like right now?”
He pulled on a certain cord above.
―Flutter!
Then, the black cloth covering the ceiling was drawn back in one swift motion following his movement.
And what was on the ceiling was…
“……!”
It was a mirror. Delonas met the gaze of her own tear-streaked face, flushed entirely red.
And below it, visible through the gap where her clothes were spread open to the side, she saw her obscene lower part gripping the object.
Unknowingly, she had felt reassured that it was smaller than the priests’—this imitation sacred implement was far thicker and larger than she had imagined.
She saw Lekia, who had grabbed it, thrust her lower part upwards once more.
“Hhuuaa!”
She saw herself arching her back and howling.
“Will you become a beast like this, or will you become a human who serves His Holiness the Pope?”
It was strange. Clearly, she was not supposed to become either.
But.
―Thrust, thrust!
As the hand stirring her lower part began to rub against the place where her c******s was, prying it open along with Lekia’s hand.
“Eh, uuuung, ah……!”
Unswallowed saliva dripped messily from her mouth.
“My, ah…!”
She wanted to tell him to stop. It felt like if this continued, she would lose even her humanity.
But the more she resisted, the more violent Lekia’s gestures became.
―Smack! Smack!
And when her inner walls clinging to the imitation sacred implement began to make obscene, creaking sounds, Delonas shut her eyes completely.
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