Chapter 65
IX. Upon the Altar
“Hhuut!”
It was not a grasp born of simple self-gratification. His thumb, rhythmically crushing her n****e, was clearly meant to stoke her arousal. Before all these people.
“……!”
Delonas clenched her teeth, trying to suppress it. But her body, already sensitized by the geas, twitched and responded. Worse, her flesh seemed to remember: when her b*****s were stimulated like this, when her desire was stoked—she knew what usually followed.
“Hh,”
Her core clenched involuntarily. The next moment, Ian’s hand—the one that had been toying with her b****t—seized her waist. His large hand engulfed her hip, then slipped beneath the fabric rucked up to her abdomen.
“Hhk.”
She twisted at the renewed stimulation. His hand, rough as if tearing cloth, pushed the garment fully above her b*****s. They bounced free, and he crushed them again. He pressed closer.
“!”
Her thighs, braced against his solid legs, were pushed upward; her hips lifted slightly into the air. Had Ian’s robes not veiled them—
“Hnngh…!”
—she would have been laid utterly bare before the priests’ eyes. Perhaps for that reason, sounds—whether groans or gasps of admiration—escaped the priests below. Delonas’s mind went white with shame.
Into that scattered consciousness, the pleasure from Ian’s hands forced its way.
“Uhnng,”
A moan escaped unbidden. The growing wetness below was unmistakable. She bit her lip. She did not want to give them what they sought. But—
As she reacted, Ian’s movements grew bolder. He drew back slightly, then braced his arms beneath her knees, planting his hands on either side of her. Her legs, lifted by his arms, rose further, and her core pressed against a heated shaft—Ian’s e******n, rigid and exposed.
“……!”
The hot length rubbed against her most sensitive flesh. Ian moved his hips several times like this, grinding himself against her peak.
“Hh, uht”
Was it his weight, or the sensitivity of her engorged flesh? She felt every inch of him drag across her.
“Ahng…!”
A moan escaped at the intense stimulation. The sensation of her own wetness grew overwhelming. Delonas shook her head.
Ian’s face, still visible in her periphery, remained obscured by the violet mist—his expression unknowable. The divine mist, which seemed to thicken with the priests’ excitement, was now far denser than before. She had no chance to glimpse his features through it.
“Uhnng!”
Ian’s hips grew more vigorous, grinding against her peak.
“Hah,”
He exhaled sharply, pulling back. The shaft that had been searing her peak withdrew; cool air rushed in. But only for a moment. His thumb pressed against her peak as he—
—Thrust!
—drove himself fully into her soaked core.
“Aahk!”
Her hips bucked at the deep penetration. His supporting hand slipped with the force of it. And because his thumb still stroked her peak, the climax struck with multiplied intensity. She felt the gush of fluid as it escaped.
Before she could even register the tightening surge in her legs, he thrust into her again.
—Squelch, Thwack.
The raw sound echoed through the chamber, followed by the wet splash of fluid and the sticky suction of her inner walls clinging to him.
“Hhnng, aaah, ah!”
Her cries filled the spaces between, lewd sounds reverberating in succession.
“Aaah, hhuh!”
Though held fast, her body began to rise against her will, lifting upward. Ian’s hands seized her hips and roughly pulled her back down.
“Aahk!”
His tip drove deeper than before. It hadn’t all been inside? At the thick, deep intrusion, she flinched and involuntarily looked down at their joining. She could scarcely believe her eyes—he was barely halfway in.
Ian withdrew his hips slightly, then pressed close, burying himself fully within her. Like a horse at full gallop, he kept his body flush against hers.
“Hhnng…!”
It felt as though her entire being was being pierced. Her breath caught. Instead of merely pounding into her, he rotated his thickness slowly inside her.
“Ah, aaah…!”
—Squelch.
Her inner walls clung to him, gripping wetly.
“Haah,”
A rough breath escaped Ian—he could not help but feel it. A breath that seemed to restrain something. But only for a moment.
Shifting his angle slightly, he withdrew nearly to the entrance, then drove himself back in.
“Ahng!”
She could not suppress her cry. He scraped along her inner walls, thrusting deep as if to spear her very core, again and again. The sensation of being violated so deeply—unlike anything before—was visceral.
“Aahk! Ah! Hhuh!”
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