Chapter 47
The feeling was so surprisingly tender that Delonas was confused.
Just like the men outside the tent, and just like all those so-called High Priests and Chief Priests,
she had been used merely as a tool to satisfy their desires.
But Ian was not like that.
Even when she clung to him first, spreading herself open for him, even when his c**k was fully e***t and dripping with pre-c*m, he ultimately…
‘If you tell me to stop, I will stop.’
He had said that. Like now.
And while gently holding her, it was as if…
it were for her sake, which was confusing.
And last time too, it seemed he had tried to calm her down when she was clearly in heat from the d**g……
Her mind quickly became a jumble of confusion, but it was only for a moment.
“Hooong!”
He lifted her completely off the bed and began thrusting his hips.
“Aahng! Aaaahng!”
It was so deep. It was different from when she lay there taking his c**k.
Suspended in the air, with only his solid body to hold onto, the c**k sliding deep inside her crushed a different place than before.
“Hht, hh…!”
And that feeling was insanely good.
To the point where strength surged to her fingertips and her toes curled.
―Thwack! Thwack!
Soon, the squelching sound turned into an outright wet sound, but the thrusting didn’t stop.
“Aahng!”
And the next moment, just as a cry echoed out, a thud, splat sound was heard from the tent.
It was the sound of the men outside, hearing her voice, e*********g.
As Delonas flinched at the sound, Ian, having placed her on the small table, covered her ears.
“Once they are dead, it will be as if none of this ever happened.”
Why such a murderous statement was reassuring, she had no time to ponder.
Because her body, which had just begun to find release, was heating up again from the lingering d**g.
―Thwack!
He thrust into her depths again.
The angle was different from before.
As she flailed her hands in the air, trying to brace herself on the small table with her legs spread, Ian’s hand pressed hers down.
“Entrust your body to me.”
As if to say, don’t fall.
Then he pulled her hips all the way down onto his c**k, thrusting up into her as if letting her drop onto him.
“Hhaaang!”
Her inner walls, having reached climax, clenched tightly around him, as if squeezing him.
“……!”
Gritting his teeth, he let out a strained breath, as if holding something back.
While thrusting into her core over and over, until the strength left her body and her legs went limp, swaying.
He thrust his hips a few more times before finally pulling out and e*********g on the outside.
Onto her pale body, even whiter s***n spurted.
And not long after she fell asleep as if losing consciousness, an incident occurred.
***
The current Great Pope was likely a man of formidable martial strength.
That was the public perception, and it wasn’t far from the truth.
The martial prowess derived from his solid body, backed by immense divine power, was incomparable to that of any ordinary knight.
If you discount the fact that his sword could not reach the tip of Lekia’s throat, the very one he so desperately wished to pierce right then and there.
And even though the Pope’s public engagements were frequent and seemed to present many opportunities, and even though he was said to be the one capable of creating the most potent holy water on the continent…
No one dared to target him.
Or rather, everyone thought there was no one who would. At least until today.
“Aaaagh!”
Even those with divine power did not all possess combat prowess proportional to it.
As followers of the God Ephina, who fundamentally prefers ‘beautiful things,’ they maintained above-average looks and physiques, but that was all.
There’s a difference between muscles for aesthetics and muscles for actual combat.
Moreover, they considered the rough, injury-prone training for real combat to be something only paladins—whose piety was still lacking—would undergo.
“Gahk!”
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