Chapter 154
Even this slight touch made him flinch. His shoulders trembling as he closed his eyes like a docile herbivore awaiting its fate.
He had to maintain eye contact with Ashtel. His body felt like it was about to explode.
Yet, bound by Katzel’s teachings, he couldn’t simply cast aside his desires. So, with no other choice, he clung to the frail hope that she would understand.
And Ashtel seized the moment.
“Hey, Payne… If you want to come…”
She raised herself up.
Suddenly, the lewd gaze felt like a downpour, and Payne sank deeper into the sheets, staring up at her like a man caught in the rain.
“…I’d rather you do it inside me.”
Then the thin fabric of her dress slid aside, revealing glistening folds beneath. His breath stopped and eyes locked helplessly between her thighs.
* * *
It had probably been a month since Payne last pushed himself inside Ashtel.
Even then, he’d been too far gone to properly see her face, and was only pushing his lower body against her.
“Ah… Payne…”
“Please… don’t… moan.”
“Why? Does it turn you on?”
He looked down at Ashtel, who was laughing softly while swaying.
Somehow, their positions had reversed with him on top. But Payne knew better. No matter how he pinned her down, he’d always be the one at Ashtel’s mercy.
Her slender waist that could be held with both hands. The faint brown hair splayed like silk across the sheets. And the lower body that she had so proudly parted herself earlier—now wet and inviting.
Payne’s throat moved to swallow before he clenched his eyes shut.
He knew why he’d started this.
He knew what choice he had to make now.
He took a long, steadying breath. Then, fumbled his fingers to reach for his neck. He unclasped the cross pendant hanging there.
A sacred symbol he had carried since the day he’d joined the temple.
Within temple walls, it could summon fellow priests. Now? Just a piece of metal, without divine power.
But to Payne, it was a treasure that reminded him of the oath he’d sworn to serve the temple for life.
That’s exactly why he had to take it off.
What he was about to do was no different from abandoning his faith.
Carefully, Payne placed the cross on the bedside table with his expression as blank as possible.
“Payne…?”
Ashtel had always allowed Payne to keep the cross, knowing he used prayer to stave off corruption. He’d refused to call upon Katzel in this demon’s den, claiming it wouldn’t work. But she’d taken comfort in the fact he never removed it entirely. A small sign that his devotion remained.
“Why do you always… test me like this?”
Payne clenched his jaw as he guided himself to her entrance.
The head was hot and dripping with fluid. When it brushed against the already wet hole—she gasped.
“Nnh—ah! Payne—”
It was a passionate s*x in a century. She bit back the urge to yank him down, opting instead to gaze up at him with pleading eyes.
Those shimmering moist eyes field with desperate hunger towards the succubus and only grew more pitifully.
In the end, Payne pushed himself in.
“Tch—!”
It was disgustingly good.
Her walls clung to him as if unwilling to let him go.
He gritted his teeth, hoping his sanity wouldn’t fly away and pushed deeper, dragging her flesh taut. Ashtel made a whimper at the sensation.
Why does the succubus have such a voice that shook him to his core?
He tried to remind himself why he was doing this.
Right. To keep Ashtel here. To secure Duvalkan’s help—
“Hah—!”
Ashtel’s walls tightened around him..
Payne’s hips jerked like a drowning dog before he pulled back and slam into her again
“Ahhn—!”
“F**k. F**k.”
The pleasure surged through him again.
Payne realized that there were no excuses left. He couldn’t pretend this was about restraining Ashtel anymore.
Not when having his c**k inside her, having s*x with her felt this good.
The pleasure that had been suppressed made his vision turn white
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