Blasphemous Grace - Chapter 5

The priest standing behind her began to rub himself blatantly against the cleft of her b******s.

“Hng, ugh, no…!”

There was no chance to speak further. The first priest, who had taken the cloth from her hand, swung her body around to face him.

“!”

As her arms were held up by several hands, her body was turned, armpits exposed, and her eyes met the glistening gaze of the priest.

“……!”

Her body, having lost its balance, wobbled.

“You should be careful.”

The priests did not miss the opportunity and grabbed hold of her body.

Several hands cupped and kneaded her b******s, and others were placed on her b*****s.

“Let go…!”

She gritted her teeth and shouted without thinking.

As she struggled, even the cloth covering her plump b*****s slipped down.

The hands trying to cover that too were completely seized by others.

“!”

Just as she was about to lose her balance completely and fall, the hand she reached out to grab anything landed where it should not have.

“Huh.”

Something she had never held before.

As a hot, rigid pillar came into her grasp, one of the priests let out a hot breath.

“The imperial princess is unbelievably lewd.”

At this assessment, which she had never heard before, her face flushed crimson.

“Are the women of Beakin originally like this?”

“I’d never even heard a rumor that the princess was promiscuous.”

“Rather, I’d heard rumors she was noble and dignified… Who would have guessed she lived hiding this?”

With each comment the priests made about how she had hidden it, Delonas thrashed.

“No…!”

She tried to pull her hand away from the male member quickly, but it was already firmly grasped. Her hand was rubbed over the man’s shaft. The priest whose c**k she had grabbed was m**********g, rubbing her hand against himself.

“Hng…!”

Already, a viscous liquid was beading at the tip of the priest’s member. This was happening right beside her field of vision. This thing… she had never seen such a thing up close before.

A horrified Delonas tightly shut her eyes. This was, yes, a dream. A dream that would disappear when she woke.

But trying to avoid it, telling herself it was just a dream that would vanish upon waking, did not improve the situation. Because the hands of the priests, grabbing and kneading her b*****s, flicking her n*****s, became even more persistent.

“Hng!”

And when a flick to her n****e made her body shudder involuntarily, the priests jolted their own bodies. They were reacting to the soft female body touching them.

Gradually, more and more unfamiliar priests pressed tightly against her body. The men’s sturdy legs tangled with hers. As her feet, desperately trying to find purchase on the floor, slipped, several hands slid beneath her thighs.

“It seems some imperial princess habits remain, expecting to be served.”

As they said this, weren’t they lifting her legs onto their shoulders? As the backs of her knees were hooked over the shoulders of different men, her lower parts were spread wide open.

And a priest, burying his face between them, brought his tongue to her most intimate place. Before she could even process the situation, something soft licked a place it should not have touched.

“Haaa…!”

As her hips jerked, the man holding her legs tightly buried his face deeper below. A sharp nose bridge scraped against her c**t.

“……!”

Her hips arched involuntarily.

“How heated her body must be.”

Throwing out comments one after another, the priests began openly kneading her b*****s. Several hands swept up her inner thighs, and when the priest’s face pulled away, they rubbed her insides. The priest who had lifted his face, wet with her arousal, laughed.

“It seems Her Highness was quite pent up.”

“They say in Beakin, they view clergy as the lowest of the low?”

“Who knew you’d get this wet even for such scum.”

One priest with a twisted smile thrust his index finger deep into her lower part. The rough index finger dug into her wet entrance. Her pulsating entrance clenched tightly around it.

“Hmm.”

As if excited just by her gripping his finger, the priest let out a hot breath.

“Doesn’t feel like a skill used just once or twice. How did you hold back, hmm?”

The man’s index finger swept round inside as if cleaning her out, then pulled out. Then, with a string, her arousal stretched out along the finger. Excited by the sight, another priest pushed his finger in.

“But it seems tighter than expected?”

This time, two fingers entered her.

―Squelch, squelch.

Fingers stretching in different directions left vivid, wet sounds. With the raw sounds, the fingers entering the spread, reddened path rubbed against a small nub a few times, and Delonas felt her mind flash white.

“She’s asking for more.”