Chapter 182
Payne recalled his childhood vow never to love again.
The image of the endlessly crying boy and the woman who abandoned him surfaced.
The painful memory made it easy to turn away from Ashtel’s heart.
He didn’t hate her, but he resolved to hate her.
After all, he was a priest and she was a demon. It was only natural for a priest to hate a demon.
All of this happened because she flew at him first.
“Please, do something.”
But the burning desire spoke otherwise.
“Do something with this…”
Ashtel hurriedly untied the rope binding his wrist, but Payne grabbed her slender arm.
Her warm skin was as tempting as ever.
Payne whimpered like a dog leaning on Ashtel.
“Payne.”
At that, Ashtel no longer hesitated.
Under flickering torchlight, their elongated shadows intertwined.
* * *
In a quiet dawn farmhouse, muffled groans spread out.
Payne covered his mouth with one hand while tearing straw with the other, moving his hips up and down.
“Ha, Payne. Payne.”
For Payne, intense lust was more effective when pulling out than thrusting in.
Knowing this, Ashtel immediately held his hips.
She stroked his trembling hips, slick with secretions, and slid a finger into the trembling hole, releasing a long cry.
Payne lay face down, biting on Ashtel’s finger until a sharp spasm triggered his climax.
Still trembling and leaking, Ashtel turned him over.
Despite his dazed state, Payne seemed aware of how lascivious he looked, covering his face and groaning brokenly.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
Her tender comfort soothed him.
Ashtel straddled Payne, lifted her skirt, and pressed her slick womanhood against his g***n. She took the swollen pillar coated with pale fluid into her bottom lip, teasing it, then let go.
Payne growled like a beast, moving his hips violently. His heavy breathing shook his sweat-drenched chest.
Ashtel’s hands grazed his chest and tickled his ribs, then reached back as Payne whimpered, rubbing his b******s against the floor.
His empty rear ached with longing. Ashtel transformed her tail into a thick pillar again and slid it inside him.
“Ah!”
His dark pupils widened.
Payne panted, looked down, then pressed a heavy breath out, grabbing Ashtel’s thigh as he slid his member deep inside her flesh.
“Ahh!”
The tight inner walls drove him crazy.
Pushing hard, he thrust again, making Ashtel collapse onto him with a cry.
Still, her tail’s slapping motion didn’t stop, and Payne’s prostate was pressed as he convulsed and thrust wildly.
His mind was filled only with chaotic pleasure.
Ashtel’s hot, slick womanhood seemed to envelop his brain, blocking out all other senses.
Payne pounded recklessly.
Just as he was about to climax again, his member reached Ashtel’s deep inner walls near her cervix.
“Ah, ahh! Payne!”
Her tightly clenched thighs loosened and her vision blurred. Ashtel trembled, reaching climax.
The tightly clenched walls stimulated Payne, and he reached his second climax, spilling inside her.
Feeling the thick fluids spread within, Ashtel collapsed forward.
“Ugh, ugh…”
Even her wet breath was arousing.
Payne grabbed the sluggish Ashtel and lifted his member again inside her.
At the same time, Ashtel stiffened her previously limp tail, pressing sharply inside him.
Their moans blended into a duet.
Payne panted heavily for a long time, teased in front and back simultaneously, before his third climax erupted in a torrent of clear fluid.
The spray covered Ashtel’s pale, smooth thighs with s***n and other bodily fluids.
Eventually, tears rolled down her cheeks as she greedily sucked Payne’s essence.
“It’s so good…”
She was in ecstasy.
Payne’s essence, at the peak of desire, was sweet and refreshing.
Ashtel’s sunset-colored eyes flashed once, entrancing Payne, who reached out absentmindedly to her.
Their gazes met for a moment.
Ashtel bowed her head and stole a kiss from Payne’s lips.
It was a kiss mixed with tears.
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