I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 21

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If I hadn’t been gagged, a scream-like moan would have burst forth. I finally understood the foresight of the High Priest who had gagged me. The pleasure he was giving was the kind a conscious mind simply couldn’t endure.

A spring trickled from my convulsing s*x. Just having my b*****s touched was enough to bring me to the edge. A single finger entering me would have sent me into a shuddering o****m. I squeezed my thighs together tightly, twisting my legs, trying to pressure my c**t to feel some release, but—

“Tsk, such a pitiful sinner.”

Ruasil, having discerned my intention, forcibly spread my legs apart. My slick, wet v***a was exposed plainly.

“It seems you have only one entrance. I had heard that those cursed by Kinamun develop a second v****a, becoming bodies that cannot be satisfied by a single phallus. How fortunate.”

He blew a soft breath between my legs. Even the passing air was an intense stimulus.

“Mmph.”

“Ha, you cannot even endure this much pleasure?”

“Hng…”

“It seems you require more of my energy.”

He gripped my knees firmly and pushed his face into my g***n. Each time his fine hair brushed against my inner thighs, a wicked shudder ran all the way to my toes. Then, his tongue began to slowly lick upward through the slick folds.

“!!!”

Unable to make a sound, I came right then and there. My hips, lifted into the air, trembled violently, and my chest, still feeling his touch, burned fiercely as it heaved. He buried his lips in the quivering mucosa and, putting pressure on the tip of his tongue, prodded and stabbed at my u*****a as if digging into it. The sharp stimulation made it impossible to gather my thoughts. My jaw clenched tightly around the gag.

He firmly held my squirming body in place and began to work his tongue in earnest. He circled my c******s, sometimes sucking on it greedily, and spread his tongue wide to tease the entirety of my labia. Each sensation was a type of pleasure Kallist had never given me.

After burying his tongue deep into my vaginal opening and greedily drinking the flowing nectar, he suddenly lifted his head. His sweat-dampened hair fell away in a beautifully disheveled cascade.

“The taste of your v***a is excessively lewd. There is no other way but to purify it with holy water.”

“Mmph, mmph, ghlk!”

The thought of that liquid, which had saturated my entire chest with sensuality, entering inside me made fear instantly surge forward. It was clearly a pleasure no human should endure. Unfortunately, Ruasil paid no heed to my protests.

He undid three buttons and pulled out a necklace with a cross pendant from inside his robes. When I saw the shape of the cross, I was utterly horrified. It was shaped like an elongated phallus with a handle.

“In the name of the Sun God Erios, I perform this Ritual of Purification. I beseech you, free this woman from the clutches of Kinamun.”

His eyes as he recited the prayer were completely depraved. Not a shred of piety remained. The High Priest before me now was merely a man consumed by desire for a woman.

The holy water dripped onto the phallus-shaped cross. He meticulously spread the liquid over the shaft, which was about as thick as three fingers, and then, without any warning, plunged it into my entrance.

“Mmph…!!”

Stars exploded before my eyes. Although the size of the phallic object wasn’t particularly large, an intense pleasure, as if it were scraping against my inner walls, shot through me. As the holy water seeped warmly into my mucous membranes, my sensitivity soared, feeling as if my inner walls were swelling.

In time with my ragged breaths, my vaginal folds contracted tightly, as if desperate to feel every sensation of the artificial member. He rotated the phallus as if spreading the holy water, watching my twitching v***a with an observant gaze. Even his subtle movements were overly stimulating. I could only throw my head back, gasping for air. He lightly tapped the inside of my thigh, as if scolding me.

“I believe I told you not to feel it. You must overcome lust, not simply accept it. You cannot become a child of Erios by surrendering your body to pleasure.”

The saint’s gentle sermon sounded like the opposite to my ears. It sounded like he was telling me to accept the lust and surrender to the pleasure. His words said to reject pleasure, but his actions were only stoking my desire. His deceitful preaching served only to heighten my arousal.

And somehow, it seemed he greatly enjoyed this false performance. If he didn’t, his hands, stimulating my most intimate place, wouldn’t be so filthy.

As if searching for my most sensitive spots, he pressed evenly against my inner walls, meticulously checking my reactions. Perhaps due to the effect of the holy water, every place the phallus touched felt like an erogenous zone. It was different from the feeling when Kallist’s massive member brutally pressured my real climax point to summon pleasure, but it was just as overwhelming.

“Gh, mmph, hh, kkh, mmph!”

“Shhh, you must not reach climax. Endure it.”