Chapter 158
Naturally, Payne struggled and called out to Ashtel. This time, his tone was more desperate than before. He even slipped from the usual respectful address—but Ashtel did not release him.
“It’s okay. It’s my tail.”
Turning his gaze, Payne saw her inverted heart-shaped tail fluttering, poking at his cheek playfully.
But he wasn’t asking what it was. He wanted her to let him go.
Panting heavily, his chest rising and falling, Ashtel licked her lips with a hungry expression and slowly rotated her hips to tease him.
The swollen d***o filled Payne’s insides completely, and each time it slipped back out, thick fluids leaked from deep within him.
The squelching sounds of wet flesh meeting flesh made Payne want to cover his ears and swallow down his cries.
“Ugh… sob… ah.”
His body was held firmly, and Ashtel showed no sign of relenting. It seemed she would only stop if he cried out in pain, but he refused to beg after tempting her so.
Payne resolved to endure the maddening heat.
He knew holding out wouldn’t help, and likely today would end with nothing more than pitiful moans like before. Still, as a priest, he vowed to keep his mind intact.
“Mm. Ah, Payne.”
If only Ashtel hadn’t called his name in that sticky voice, perhaps the heat would have been less intense.
Without realizing it, Payne matched her movements, raising his hips, then blushed deeply and squeezed his eyes shut when he caught himself.
Slowly, Ashtel soothed him with moist kisses from his solar plexus up to his chest.
“Ah, ugh, ha.”
A warning bell rang again in his mind—damn it, he no longer felt pain.
That was because Ashtel moved her hips so slowly it almost felt like she was teasing him.
“You know, Payne, doing this makes your energy seep right into me.”
She said this as she moaned, pressing herself deeply inside him from root to tip.
Payne closed his eyes, letting out a groan as he despised the bulging shape of his own belly and silently wished for time to pass quickly.
If he was going to be slowly stripped and consumed by Ashtel like this, he hoped to lose consciousness and wake up the next day…
“…Miss Sue.”
Payne decided to take one more risky step.
The slow, swallowing heat was unbearable.
Even though he’d removed his cross, he still felt as if chains wrapped tightly around his neck.
Katzel, please forgive me.
Wishing it were outright r-pe rather than this forced intercourse, Payne urged Ashtel.
“A little faster… a little faster…”
But as soon as he said it, the words sounded unbearably lewd.
Asking her to hurry—didn’t that make him seem desperate?
Payne restrained the urge to bury his head in a hole and waited for Ashtel’s response.
Then her eyes suddenly flashed with a strange new light.
“Really?”
Her small face, full of joy, looked almost frightening this time.
“I was trying to be considerate. I never thought you’d want it like this.”
She said this as she slowly stroked Payne’s belly.
“Well then, I’ll do whatever you want.”
And with a wet slap, the thrusting resumed, making Payne cry out loudly.
* * *
“Ugh, ugh, sob, ah, ah!”
His voice cracked from the many screams.
Sweat and tears matted his ash-colored hair, which swayed in the air as Payne drooled and buried his face in the blanket.
“Sob, ugh, ah, Ashtel, Ashtel! Ugh!”
It was impossible to count how many times his seed spilled from his tip. The bed was a messy pool of his fluids, and his brain felt soaked with s***n, sluggish and unable to function properly.
Payne lay face down, hips raised, still taking Ashtel’s artificial member inside him.
Restored to her succubus form, Ashtel’s stamina was beyond any ordinary human’s reach.
Especially now, having s*x with someone she loved, she was even more unhinged.
“St-stop, stop! Ah!”
“Payne, I love it so much. Ha, haah, mm!”
Fueled by the wild demonic energy, the purple tool never paused for even a second, sliding in and out, delivering waves of pleasure to both Ashtel and Payne.
Feeling his prostate was on the verge of damage, Payne tried to push Ashtel away with one hand, but she misread his movement, immediately grabbing his hand and kissing it softly.
No, that’s not it. Stop. I’m tired. Payne said, letting out a whimpering moan.
“Ugh, sob! Ha, haah!”
But the longer the thrusting went on, the more uncomfortable he felt inside.
It wasn’t the rough foreign sensation that hurt—it was something else distracting him.
“Hss… w-wait, ah, Ashtel! Just a moment!”
Given the enormous size of the object pounding inside, it was no surprise.
Payne realized that every time Ashtel moved her hips, his bladder was jolted.
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