Blasphemous Grace - Chapter 54

A clear bell chimed, but beneath it echoed a wet, obscene sound.

—Thud!

The vicious slap of a man’s fingers driving into her sodden flesh.

“Hhhng!”

The sound of her body jolting as those fingers scraped and gouged.

“Huuuh…!”

A man’s satisfied groan at the clutch of her around him.

Then, the raw, tearing sounds of fingers stretching her inner warmth, pushing deeper.

—Squelch. Schlick.

Delonas wished to stifle her own mouth. The priests grew more frenzied with each of her choked sounds—the one pistoning into her, the others rutting against her face, her b*****s. Knowing her reactions inflamed them, she fought for control.

But.

The sudden withdrawal of his hand, only to slam his fingers back in with a brutal shift of her hips, shattered her restraint.

“Aaaang!”

Her mouth fell open. Into it slipped several seeking fingers, prying it wider. Then, the c**k probing her lips thrust deep, bulging her cheek.

“Hh, br—!”

She wanted to bite down, to sever it.

—Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Hh, br, hah, uh!”

But as the assault below grew more savage, the strength fled her limbs, concentrating only in the frantic undulation of her hips.

“Where did you learn to take a man, hmm?” The priest impaling her growled. She shook her head wildly, and the one f*****g her face laughed. “This is no novice’s work.”

Shaking her head, twisting her hips—it only spurred them on.

—Squelch! Slap!

Then, at some point, the sounds from below began to change. No longer just the thick slide of slickness, but the distinct splash of another liquid.

Plop. Drip-drip.

A puddle formed beneath the chair, the fluid spattering the men who molested her. The priest violating her below caught a drop on his lip with his tongue. Then he buried his face in her once more.

“Ah…!”

His tongue did not probe her entrance. It traced a long, lingering path upwards from where the fluid spilled, lapping at her very core. His eyes locked with Delonas’s just before his tongue began a frantic, ruthless lashing against her apex.

“Ahaaang!”

A climax seized her; she could not suppress the ragged cry, her body convulsing violently.

It was the man at her mouth, driven over the edge by her frantic movements, who spilled into her with a choked, “Hhgh!”

He straightened his spine, rigid. And then.

—!

The white liquid spurted violently into her mouth. Withdrawing himself as he finished, the seed spilled over her face, streaming through her emerald hair. The profane sight proved too much; several priests, unable to restrain their own hunger, spent themselves upon her—on her garments, the inner reaches of her thighs, her shoulders, her b*****s, anywhere at all.

—Thwack! Thwack!

She lost count of when her own nethers had grown excited again, spilling their own water.

“Hhuuaang! Aaah!”

She lost count of how many times she had shrieked.

She had to receive them with her entire body, until she could no longer remember how many had defiled her.

All in the name of atonement.

***

It was rare for the Pope to descend to a provincial temple. Thus, though the Pope’s chambers existed here as in all temples, their upkeep had limits with the master absent. His sudden, invasive arrival sent the temple into emergency. Naturally, they wished to mobilize every available servant for cleaning, but the Pope refused.

“Do you mean to assist in her duties?”

He chided the priests, pretending offense at the ‘mercy’ of helping with Delonas’s exacted labor. His private thoughts, of course, differed. He had no intention of tossing Delonas back to those men—who, in his view, lacked opportunity to claim the princess while stationed in the provinces and now saw their chance.

Thus, contrary to the priests’ original plans, Delonas remained within the Pope’s space.

“…….”

He only glanced at her occasionally, offering no particular words, which left Delonas confused. But Ian’s own heart was a knot of complications.

Clearly, the Stone of Protection from Crown Prince Aldenas was effective. The agony that had once felt like his heart being torn merely for thinking of her had diminished noticeably. But that was all. He still could not speak his true heart to her. The brand that had bound him for nearly twenty years were formidable indeed.

Above all…

“……!”