Chapter 237
“Ah—huh?!”
Payne’s head jerked down in alarm when Ashtel wiggled his c**k, urging him to look.
There, right before his eyes, the slime was greedily sucking up the clear precum oozing from his tip.
The moment he saw it, the sensation grew impossibly more intense. He let out a choked moan—”Ahh!”—and shook his head furiously.
“H-How long is this thing going to stay on?!”
“Mmm… I’m not sure, actually.”
It seemed like this single-use device was starting to lose effectiveness.
Just finish draining the demonic energy and fall off already…
Ashtel eyed the slime and pressed her thumb against it.
“Ahh—Ashtel!”
Her nail squeezed the sensitive slit, making Payne’s whole body jerk as the slime inside responded with pulsing movements up and down.
Payne’s face flushed a deep, burning red, his eyes glimmering wetly with unshed tears.
“A-ah… ah… ah!”
His response was so intense that Ashtel finally tore her gaze from the slime and looked down at him.
She could see the thick, smoldering desire in his dark, tear-rimmed eyes.
And when a faint, breathy moan slipped out from his parted lips, it only stoked her own arousal even higher.
“Payne, does it feel good?”
“Hh—nh…!”
“You want to come, don’t you? Should I let you?”
“Kh…!”
He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head desperately, but when Ashtel’s fingertips glided all the way down his shaft to the base, he gasped hard.
“I-I want to…”
With a gentle smile, Ashtel pressed her warm skin against him, and each time Payne breathed, his chest rose, n*****s stiff and flushed.
As she took one taut bud into her mouth and teased it with her tongue, Payne’s back arched in a trembling wave.
He clutched at the grass for support, and when Ashtel bit down gently on his flushed areola, he let out a strangled cry and his fists unclenched.
At the same time, her other hand never stopped pumping and gripping his c**k, making Payne lift his hips in helpless pleasure, tears spilling down his cheeks.
“Hnngh, ah! Nngh!”
He sounded more like a woman in heat than a priest. No one seeing him like this would ever believe he was a man of the cloth.
But Ashtel knew, no matter how far Payne fell, that he was still sincere—a true priest in her eyes.
‘Even if the world sees you as nothing more than a harlot.’
To her, he’ll always be pure’
Her touch, laced with both possessiveness and desire, drove him relentlessly toward climax.
He cried out, voice rising higher and higher, until finally a sharp, electric pleasure made his eyes fly open.
“Ahhh…!”
His short, strangled moan rang out loud enough to echo to the sky.
Ashtel’s hand milked him mercilessly, making his c**k twitch and release the last drops.
He’d thought he wouldn’t be able to come with the slime clinging to his slit, but instead, it absorbed his fluids like a sponge—soaking up every last trace.
The slime, now saturated with both s***n and demonic energy, slid out of him and rolled to the grass before Payne, who could only moan helplessly at the sensation.
Roman had said it would dissolve away like water, but oddly enough, this one had hardened into a small, dense orb.
“Payne, this slime… is it dead now?”
“Uh… huh… yes, I think so.”
Curious, Ashtel picked up the orb.
It was slick and slippery, having just emerged from Payne.
“Don’t touch it, it’s dirty!”
“It’s not dirty. There’s not a single part of your body I think is dirty.”
As she rolled the orb in her hand, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.
“Hey, you know, one round of this probably isn’t enough to drain all your demonic energy, is it?”
“I’m not sure… Maybe I can keep the curse under control with divine energy now, though…”
“Nah, you shouldn’t just suppress it. Let’s use up everything Roman gave us while we’re at it.”
“What?”
Did she mean to use everything left in the bottle?
“But right now my body is—”
“I know, you’re in heat again, aren’t you?”
At that, Payne fell silent. He couldn’t admit it, but he couldn’t deny it either. As he averted his eyes and bit his lip, Ashtel stroked his thigh and gently coaxed his legs apart.
“…Ashtel?”
“I’ll help you let it out a little faster.”
“No, wait—please, don’t—!”
Ignoring his protest, she took the well-formed slime orb and started rolling it against his back entrance.
He was already so wet there—it seemed his body had become so debauched that he’d start leaking the moment he was hard.
Ashtel smiled sweetly and pressed her index finger against Payne’s hole, slipping inside.
“Ahh!”
It wasn’t a cry of pain, but a sweet, trembling whimper that carried across the lake.
As she pushed in another finger, scissoring and stretching him, Payne shook and turned his head side to side in wild denial.
“A-Ashtel, stop, please—ugh, ngh—”
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