Chapter 238
“Was this… where you liked it, Payne?”
Ashtel traced slow circles over his prostate, teasing and barely touching, keeping him on the edge.
Every time her fingers even brushed the spot, Payne’s thighs would twitch open, then clamp shut again, his hips shuddering and a*s dimpling with tension.
He gritted his teeth, trying to stifle his moans, but the moment Ashtel pressed right against his sweet spot, he let out a sharp, whimpering cry that sounded more like a wanton lover than a priest.
Stunned by the sound he’d made, he slapped a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut.
At that exact moment, Ashtel smiled softly and slid the slime orb into his loosened hole.
Unlike her fingers, the orb was thick, round, and slick—it pushed in with steady pressure, and Payne reflexively tried to squirm away.
“What on earth are you doing?!”
“It’s okay. It won’t hurt you.”
“That’s not the point—ugh!”
Swallowing the large orb in one go, Payne was left trembling, breath caught in his throat.
It didn’t hurt—if anything, it might have been easier if it had.
Instead, just like when Ashtel had been teasing his prostate before, the mindless slime rolled against the sensitive inner walls, circling and prodding at every nerve ending, driving him wild with a thirst he couldn’t describe.
He dug his fingers into the grass, fighting the urge to press his own fingers inside and chase the sensation himself.
He told himself it was just the heat, just the aftereffects of his rut, just Ashtel’s pheromones still clinging to him.
But even if he tried to deny it, the way the pleasure climbed up his insides was overwhelming.
Payne clenched and relaxed, feeling his body flutter helplessly as Ashtel pressed the orb deeper, then jabbed his prostate directly with both fingers—he cried out again, louder this time
“Ah! Ah—Ashtel!”
“Does it feel good, Payne?”
“Y-yeah, uh huh—!”
His voice came out in high-pitched, pleading whimpers.
He had to be losing his mind. How could he sound like this and still call himself a priest?
At some point, Payne dropped his hands from his mouth and pressed his forehead to the dirt, biting his tongue, shuddering as Ashtel pumped her fingers inside him.
With every thrust, the slime orb rolled up and down inside him, rubbing everywhere at once.
Meanwhile, another slime she’d placed at his tip started moving in sync, hungrily lapping up every drop of precum that leaked from his slit.
The pleasure blurred everything.
Payne’s hips rocked back and forth with Ashtel’s rhythm until, finally, he couldn’t help it anymore—he grabbed his own c**k and started stroking in desperation.
When Ashtel saw that, she pulled her hand from his hole and crawled around to face him. She wasn’t about to let him finish alone—not this time, not after she’d already watched once before.
She took his hand and placed it firmly on her chest.
He instantly grabbed at her soft, pillowy flesh, squeezing and kneading, lost in the sensation, nuzzling her chest as if he could drown in her warmth.
“Nngh…ah, hmm—”
He pressed his hot, needy c**k against her lower belly, and Ashtel responded by guiding him downward, letting the length slide along her slick skin.
The tip, still blocked by the slime, nudged against her parted lips, the heat making the slime inside tingle even more.
And just as Payne was about to push inside.
“….!”
He suddenly froze and looked at his arm.
The dark, scaly traces of his curse had faded.
He quickly glanced down and saw the slime, now sluggish, clearly having absorbed the excess energy.
“Ah, Ashtel, look—”
“Yeah, come here.”
“Wait!”
Ashtel gently removed the spent slime from his body and pulled Payne on top of her.
Sweat gleamed on his skin as he looked down at her—golden hair fanned out beneath, crimson eyes filled with love, and those lips he could never resist.
He forgot everything and bent down to kiss her.
When their lips met, Ashtel parted her thighs, guiding him between them.
Her soft folds spread like ripe fruit, dripping with anticipation.
The taste and scent of her made Payne’s breath rag. He slid a hand down, exploring her.
Just as he was about to finally enter her, Ashtel reached around and pressed another slime orb against his back entrance.
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