Chapter 45
VI. At the Outdoor Tent
The d**g Lekia had used on Delonas was closer to magic than medicine. It clung to the body, causing spasmodic cravings for climax until it was expelled. And, combined with the divine power of dreams, it created nonsensical dreams every time she fell asleep.
‘Hng, f**k me, please…!’
In her dreams, there was a version of herself uttering outrageous things. While taking two men’s members from below, both her hands were already being used as masturbatory tools for other men. That wasn’t enough. She wished the men’s members were bigger. She wanted them to thrust up as if to tear her apart, to skewer her entire body.
‘More, deeper inside…!’
Lewd sounds, riding on desire, spilled randomly from her mouth.
“And…!”
And it remained exactly like that until she awoke from the dream.
Delonas, opening her eyes, froze right there on the bed. Inside the tent, on the makeshift bed for the Pope, she had her legs spread, her finger fiddling with her c******s.
Intoxicated by the dream.
“Th-this is,”
Startled, she removed her hand from below. Though it had happened under the covers.
“……”
It seemed she had made a sound. The Pope inside the barracks must have seen her state. He was sitting with his back turned, doing something at a makeshift table placed awkwardly in the wrong direction, but he couldn’t possibly not have heard.
That’s when it happened.
“Hng…!”
Her lower body trembled violently. The area that trembled and clenched tight like a cramp was, absurdly, her lower abdomen. No, lower than that.
‘Put it in, give it to me…!’
It was that lower part that she had wanted to be f****d so badly in the dream. Without realizing it, she lifted her hips off the bed.
“Hn, uh,”
The heat she had felt once before was rising again.
Delonas tried to endure it.
But before she could, a sound leaked out.
“Ah, hng,”
She wanted something. No, it was clear what it was.
Without thinking, she spread her legs and inserted her hand.
“Hnng!”
The feeling of her mind fraying became vividly clear again.
“This, somehow, please…!”
Her entire body began to convulse in an instant.
Though she didn’t know it, the remaining d**g energy in her body was reacting to the divine power of the priests nearby, and especially the Pope’s, causing a seizure.
Finally, the Pope looked back at her.
With a feeling as if her heart had dropped, anticipation welled up. The one person who could do something about this state was over there.
“……”
The Pope set down what he was doing and approached her.
“Hn, ng,”
Her hand, glistening with slick inside the blanket, slipped out. And that hand grabbed the front of his trousers. As her hand groped, searching for the outline of his c**k, a certain night came to mind. A room so dark you couldn’t tell if it was night or day. A room with a mirror on the ceiling. The c**k of this man who had f****d her there was larger and harder than expected. Something so big it could press against the innermost depths and still have more to give.
“Put it in, please, I beg you…!”
Yet, his way of moving his hips was different from the other priests’. He was different from the priests who had been solely focused on sating their own desires.
‘…You have to tell me if it hurts.’
That voice, which had whispered to her like that, suddenly surfaced, muddling her thoughts.
“Just, one, more time….”
She writhed her body.
Just then, a voice came from outside.
“What’s that?”
It was the voices of the priests.
“……!”
Even though it was the barracks the Pope was using, it couldn’t possibly be properly soundproofed.
Good heavens.
Delonas’s reason seemed to come back to her in an instant, cold and sharp.
What am I doing…!
But that too was brief.
―Rustle.
At the feeling of the thin blanket being pushed aside and the holy power drawing close again, her reason fled once more.
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