Chapter 38
The tip of the rod kept probing incessantly inside.
“Hh, uuuu….”
Her twitching inner walls wrapped around the rod as if trying to wring it, yet remained unsatisfied.
“More….”
At the words she inadvertently let slip, Lekia’s lips curled upward.
“More?”
What was I trying to say…!
Delonas tightly sealed her lips.
But before she could regain her senses, the long rod that had been scraping inside her was pulled out.
Glistening, the rod emerged dripping with obscene fluid, its sheen reflected in the mirror.
And that rod came to rest directly upon her c******s.
“Aang!”
Her c******s, swollen from being driven to climax several times already, sent tremors through her entire body at the slightest touch.
Lekia tapped the rod—tok, tok—against that c******s as he spoke.
“More, what do you want?”
“Hhuuu! Please!”
“Do you want to pant like a beast? Do you want your hole to be f****d by a c**k?”
No, she thrashed.
In response, the tip of Lekia’s rod slid over her c******s, tormenting it even more persistently.
“Aueung!”
Fluid kept splashing from below where it seemed none could possibly remain.
She reached a point where she could no longer tell if it was water splashing from the puddle as she shook her b******s, or more fluid bursting anew from her s*x.
“If not that, then why are you shaking your hips like this? Huh? Could it be,”
Lekia pushed the thoroughly soaked imitation sacred implement into her mouth.
“You want to suck on this?”
“……!”
For a moment, she herself felt her hips falter.
And of course, there was no way Lekia failed to notice it.
“If we put you out in the hallway like this, you’d be frantic to have something shoved into your hole.”
Just as Lekia was unconsciously smacking his lips in satisfaction—
―BANG!
The door was thrown open violently, as if it might shatter.
“……!”
In the mirror, she saw the Pope who had barged into the room.
And then, the d**g Lekia had administered—designed to maximize bodily sensation and respond to divine power—blew away every last shred of her remaining reason.
Her whitened mind craved only one sensation.
That thick thing that had been thrusting inside her. That thick, hot thing.
“Hh, ah, uu…!”
―Clank!
As she writhed helplessly, the incessant clatter of chains resonated through the room.
“Your Holiness, you’ve arrived just in time.”
“What is—”
The Pope seemed speechless at the sight inside.
To him, Lekia respectfully gestured toward Delonas.
His face was like that of a chef who had prepared the finest banquet.
“I educated her as she seemed unable to properly satisfy Your Holiness. Please, enjoy.”
“What did you say?”
Instead of answering Ian’s retort, Lekia thrust the tip of the rod deep into her insides.
“Hhaaa!”
When Lekia released the rod’s tip, Delonas arched her back from the stimulation.
Impaled below, the tip of the rod swayed back and forth in the air.
“Hurry. She is probably on the verge of madness by now.”
Lekia whispered to the Pope.
“Look at her, eyes glazed over from not receiving a c**k. If she were let out like this, she would surely severely undermine the priests’ discipline.”
Lekia pulled the rod out from inside her.
“Hhuuung!”
Her back arched again.
“She might even pounce on a passing priest while swaying her hips like that. Even though this body was made for Your Holiness.”
Lekia bowed his head to Ian, who had no reply.
“Then, please indulge to your heart’s content.”
With that, he bowed and left the room.
―Thud.
The door closed.
And by then, Delonas was already in a state of lost reason.
Her whitened mind could produce no coherent thought.
Only one thing registered in her eyes: whether the one who could satisfy her remained in the room.
And though one person had left, making her heart feel like it might drop, fortunately, one person remained.
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