Chapter 62
Pressing the staff’s tip inside herself was instinct.
“Ahng!”
The blunt end scraped along her inner walls as she pushed it in. Legs spread, garments in disarray—the clothes served no purpose now. A woman, utterly debauched, thrust the staff into her dripping core.
“Hhnng! Ah!”
Each time her hips bucked, the staff slipped out. It could not fill her heat completely. Try as she might to thrust deeper, there were limits. She had never done this before; she could not be skilled.
In her blurred vision, she saw the sea of black-robed priests gathered before the dais. Their hands, no longer empty, roughly gripped their own flesh. That was what she needed.
“Th-that…!”
Her hand, still working the staff, lost half its strength; the rod slipped. At that moment, Lekia caught her gaze.
“What do you need, princess?”
He seemed determined to force the words from her lips. Delonas’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly. A glob of slickness dripped onto the discarded staff below.
“Please…”
“Please?”
Lekia’s hand descended, his look inquiring what she desired. Delonas spread her legs instinctively. Please. But instead of thrusting into her core, his cool fingers touched her most sensitive peak.
“Hyaaahk!”
Her hips bucked. Fluid spattered Lekia’s face. At the lewd sight, the priests’ hands upon themselves quickened. Amidst the wet sounds of their self-pleasure, her thin voice emerged.
“That… thing…”
Her hand, consumed by heat and instinct, reached out involuntarily.
“Point to what you desire,”
Lekia commanded. Her fingers brushed his swollen front.
“Is this what you want?”
His hands impatiently parted his robe, unfastening his trousers. His arousal, rigid and glistening at the tip, revealed itself—she knew not how long it had been waiting. It was thicker than what had been inside her moments ago, like a child’s forearm; Delonas caught her breath. But it was not shock she felt—it was anticipation. That might cool her heat. She spread her legs for him.
“Please, that—”
“Only when you name it precisely can you receive it,”
Lekia said. She bit her lip. Then, finally surrendering to instinct:
“Thrust it inside me. Please…”
The words had barely left her when Lekia pulled her legs, dragging her down the few steps toward him. She slid forward.
And then—
—Thrust!
Water sprayed as his rigid tip penetrated.
“Uhnng!”
Even she was startled—her moan sounded like a cry of satisfaction. Impossible. She shook her head, but pleasure was swifter.
—Thwack! Thwack!
With squelching sounds, as he roughly pounded into her, she instinctively rocked her hips.
“Aahk! Ahk!”
She could not stifle her cries. Lekia, who had been thrusting into her half-raised body, suddenly spun her around and forced her onto all fours.
“Hhuuaaahk!”
Before she could react, his length, lodged between her thighs, drove into her again. A muffled cry escaped as another priest’s member pushed into her mouth.
“Ahh!”
Unable to close her lips, invaded from below and above simultaneously, the man’s length scraped her palate and filled her throat completely.
“Nngh!”
Tears streamed instinctively. Her vision blurred entirely; the violet sky shimmered. She knew this space was created by the Dream God’s divine power—a dream, essentially—yet the vivid sensations, the pleasure, the suffocation felt impossibly real.
“Mmph!”
The priest using her mouth gripped the back of her head and thrust in earnest. Her body rocked at different rhythms above and below; her full b*****s swayed, exposed fully to the priests’ hungry eyes.
Anonymous hands gripped her b*****s tightly.
“Aahk!”
As fingers crushed her n*****s, her core clenched hard around Lekia.
“Hnngh.” A satisfied groan escaped him, and his thrusts grew more violent.
—Squelch! Thwack!
Another spray erupted from her depths—a fluid far thinner than her own slickness. Lekia wiped it from his face with his arm.
“Hhuu!”
The priest using her mouth tensed, his hips driving deep.
And then—
“Nngh!”
Hot liquid flooded her mouth. He withdrew as he spent, rubbing himself across her face.
“Hhuhk, uhk!”
White fluid smeared her cheeks, her nose, her hair, her chin. At this lewd sight, two other priests roughly seized her face. A curved member, bending right, pushed into her mouth before the first had even finished spending.
“Aahk!”
Meanwhile, Lekia’s pounding reached its peak.
“Hyaaa, ah, uunng!”
Delonas rocked her hips to his rhythm.
“Please, ah…!”
Then Lekia spent himself upon her pale thighs.
“Hhuu…!”
His twitching hips transmitted every tremor to her body.
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