Chapter 61
The man’s rough hands gripped her waist and lower belly, forcing her passage to clench involuntarily.
“You were told not to expel them,” someone said, pushing back what threatened to emerge. The eggs scraped her insides at a different angle than before.
“Aaahk!”
A piercing sensation wracked her entire body. Her arms buckled involuntarily. Her face pressed into the black carpet.
“It seems the princess cannot properly contain them. We must assist her,” Lekia’s voice rang out.
Instantly, shadows fell around her.
And then.
“Ah, no…!”
The scorching heat of flesh pressed against her entrance seared through her mind. Delonas twisted. No one restrained her; escape was, in theory, possible. Or so she thought.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
The priest who had gripped her waist now seized her hips. He dragged his length across her sensitive peak.
“Haahk!”
A cry that was not quite a scream escaped her. With her core already so full, the successive stimulation felt as though she was being violated to her very womb. As her mind went white and she writhed, he withdrew, then thrust roughly between her thighs.
“Hhnnng!”
Her involuntary tension seemed to crush the eggs within. No—Delonas herself felt as though she was being crushed. Then something inside popped.
“Hhuu, ah…?”
—Squelch! Thwack!
A distinct, different sound came from below as he thrust against her. Between her braced arms, she saw an unfamiliar liquid streaming down—a color that seemed to melt her own emerald hair.
“What, is, ah, uunngh!”
There was no time to comprehend. The eggs, it seemed, were not merely eggs. They clearly contained some reactive fluid within. For as whatever was inside burst and was absorbed by her body, heat began to spread from that very place throughout her entire form.
“Ah, hhuu!”
What had surely been an attempt to evade his thrusts had, at some point, transformed into a movement of her hips.
“You were told to contain them, yet you lack the ability and break them instead.” Lekia clicked his tongue, standing before her. “The princess’s devotion is insufficient. Punishment is required.”
But she had no chance to look up at his face. The thrusts probing between her b******s from below had grown more violent.
“Aahk! Ahk! Aaah!”
Before she could even stop saliva from spilling from her lips, a searing sensation wracked her entire body. As the shattered eggshells within her clumped together, scraping her inner walls, she twisted—no longer in an attempt to escape.
She was hot, tingling, aflame.
So that she wanted those inner walls scraped deeper, wanted them filled.
“More, no—haaangk!”
Unconsciously, she was swaying her hips, seeking his thrusts. Then she clamped a hand over her own mouth.
How can I—
“Have you reflected somewhat?” Lekia signaled the priest to stop. The squelching between her thighs suddenly emptied as he withdrew.
“Hhuu…!”
The sensation of her empty core twitching—merely brushed by his passing, holding nothing—was vivid. She turned to look behind her, involuntarily.
The priest’s face, his expression—her blurred vision registered none of it. Only that swollen, bobbing member, glistening with her fluids and that unknown greenish liquid, filled her sight. Simultaneously, her core burned. As if aflame, as if molten lava flowed within.
“Ah, aaah…!”
Delonas’s arms buckled once more. An impossible plea tried to escape her lips.
Please. Do something.
The emptiness felt wrong. She needed it cooled. Until moments ago, it had been fine—when that was inside…
“How is it, princess?” Lekia inquired then.
“Hh, nngh…”
Delonas could not answer. Her belly still swollen, fluid trickling from her core, she looked back, arms buckling again. Her legs spread toward the priest of their own accord. Gazing at what had withdrawn from her, she felt her passage clench tightly, expelling more fluid. Her body burned hotter.
“Is there something you desire, princess?” The question came.
She could not bring herself to speak. To beg him to thrust that inside me—how could she utter such words…!
But as time passed, her body only blazed hotter, her mind threatening to go white. Rational thought became impossible.
“Hh,”
Instinctively, she rubbed her hips against the black carpet—not that it offered any friction. It was insufficient. More, please… something cool…!
Her eyes fell upon a staff—she knew not which priest had set it down. Her hand, groping across the floor, seized it.
Too hot.
“Hhuu, ah, ah…!”
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