Chapter 42
He pulled the cord binding my ankles, tilting me slightly to the side, his eyes fixed on my face as he pressed his member against my perineum. Then, putting his weight into it, he pushed the tip—several times thicker than his tongue—inside. My sphincter stretched wide like a fan unfolding.
“Ughk.”
But his c**k, from the glans down the shaft, caught and refused to go any deeper. Ruasil and I both frowned. Yet, he seemed to delight in even this small resistance, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk.
“Biting down like that won’t make it snap off.”
He let out a pfft, a hollow laugh, and then applied force at his waist, prying the hole open by sheer will. The thick shaft pushed its way in, bit by bit. The head, larger than my fist, finally stretched my perineum to its limit, and at the moment the glans was sucked inward, the long pillar slid in endlessly. The initial entry was the only difficult part; carving a path inside was done in an instant.
“Hu…”
Ruasil let out a languid breath, a smile of deep satisfaction gracing his lips. A dark vortex swirled in his blue eyes, lost in madness and ecstasy. It was a look that would please Kinamun and the demons beyond measure.
The massive c**k, having swelled to its full size, pushed its head into a place where it should never belong. While a v****a can stretch, it has an end, but the bowels have no such limit. As if fully aware of this fact, he drove his c**k even deeper inside. I panted, hak, hak, my breath catching in ragged gasps, only able to draw a trembling breath after his balls slapped against my a*s crack.
Ruasil shook his hips gently, as if confirming his c**k was fully sheathed, then smiled a dazzling smile. It was a needlessly refreshing and pure smile, one that induced confusion in my mind.
“Princess.”
“H-hhu…”
“With this, you have become a true Child of Erios…”
He stopped speaking and slowly pulled his c**k out. The head caught, tuk, on the inner rim of my hole.
“…The god will surely rejoice in the union of his children.”
As he finished speaking, he slammed back in, Splash!, driving his c**k into me as if hammering my a*s.
“!!!”
My vision swam, and not even a scream could escape. A d**g-like ecstasy, like a dam of o****m breaking, flooded my entire body. My dazed, unfocused eyes kept rolling back into my head. Seeing my utterly debauched expression, he began to pound into me with brutal force.
“Hak, uk, hit!”
The hot breath that had piled up in my throat was forced out with every thrust, like steam being released. The inner walls, rubbed raw with each violent stroke, burned hot. His c**k was so large and thick that even clumsy thrusts would have stimulated me to the point of delirium, but the cunning High Priest was far too skilled with his hips.
He worked his c**k with a skilled, knowing rhythm, as if he had a complete map of every nerve that could make me feel good. He relentlessly pounded against that one supremely sensitive spot, the epicenter of all pleasure. A climax, boiling up from some unknowable depth within me, suddenly surged and swallowed my entire body. As my vision swam in a dizzying ecstasy, I lost all reason and cried out like a beast. The moans that reached my own ears sounded utterly vulgar, but I couldn’t possibly stop them.
“Guh… Nngh, Haaaah…!”
Ruasil’s voice, dripping with sadistic delight, tickled my ear.
“Louder, please. Let the tainted energy of Kinamun escape.”
He whispered like a man conducting a Ritual of Purification, then instantly switched his tone, speaking like the most lowlife scoundrel imaginable.
“You’re making an awful racket for someone getting their backdoor reamed.”
“Nngh, kh…!”
“I won’t be using your front hole today, so you’d best get used to reaching your peak through this one.”
He slammed into me with such force that his balls slapped against me, and then, while clutching my head, he spilled his thick, milky release deep inside, against my inner walls. I could feel the raw, unmistakable sensation of his c*m spurting up into my core.
In the lingering aftershocks of his climax, his lips, which were trembling slightly, brushed against my forehead and cheeks. As if bestowing a blessing, he showered my face with repeated kisses, never once stopping the movement of his hips even as he came.
And then, smoo-.
His lips gently landed on mine. I thought it was a surprisingly tame act compared to everything else we’d done, but Ruasil seemed to disagree.
The thrusts that had been hammering my backside came to an abrupt halt. As the motion stilled, my bleary vision focused on his distorted expression.
He scowled violently and began scrubbing his lips with the back of his hand. As if something filthy had touched them.
“……?”
What the hell?
He’ll greedily lick my a*s, but he acts like this over a little kiss?
***
He touched her. He had touched her.
The priest who had broken the taboo stared, his eyes wide. Until now, he had crossed lines as casually as leaving footprints on sand, but he’d always had his own plans and countermeasures to deceive the eyes of Erios.
But what had just happened…
‘Was an accident.’
He tried to deny it, telling himself the trajectory of his lips had simply gone astray, but it was useless.
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