I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 71
Teshiel grabbed the small vial of holy oil from the side table near the altar. With a casual flick of his thumb, he shattered the neck of the vial, spilling its contents between Bonita’s legs. The sacred oil, meant for blessing infants, soaked her trembling form with a gentle fragrance, now tainting her with the Demon Lord’s cruel intentions.
Bonita’s eyes filled with terror as Teshiel, without any foreplay, thrust his e******n into her slickened entrance. Normally, such an intrusion would have been impossible, but with the oil, his massive length slid in effortlessly, piercing her deeply, all the way to her cervix.
“Aaaahhh…!”
A searing pain tore through her as if her body were being split in two. Bonita screamed, her back arching off the altar. Tears streamed down her face as her blurred vision caught sight of the statue of Larifinas, still smiling serenely as it watched her, legs splayed open, taking the Demon Lord inside her.
Teshiel pulled out to the tip, only to slam back inside with brutal force.
“Ahh… please… My Lord…” she sobbed.
“Dammit…”
Though it had been Teshiel who’d cursed her for calling him by his name earlier, he now found himself irritated by hearing “My Lord.” Muttering a low curse under his breath, he thrust into her again, harder. Bonita screamed, her body twisting in agony beneath him. Her torn dress exposed her bouncing b*****s, and her tear-filled eyes gazed up at him, filled with a mix of pain and something more—a sight that, despite everything, stirred a fierce desire within him.
Teshiel felt a strange heat rising within him as he tightened his grip on Bonita’s hips, thrusting into her with more intensity.
“What was that sound?”
“It sounded like a scream.”
“But there’s only supposed to be one sister praying in the prayer room!”
Hurried footsteps echoed from outside the wide-open door to the chamber.
“Ah… ah… please…”
Terrified at the thought of being discovered by the priests, Bonita balled her fists and pounded weakly against Teshiel’s chest, trying in vain to push him away. His body, solid like steel, remained unmoved. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the curve of her ear as he whispered mockingly.
“What’s the matter, Bonita? Isn’t this the perfect chance? Let those useless priests, who never saved you from the likes of me, see exactly what happens when they turn their backs on you.”
He drove his hips forward with cruel force, emphasizing the powerlessness of the situation.
“Ahh…! No… aah…!”
Bonita tried to stifle her cries by biting down on her lip, but it was futile. The force of his thrusts made her mouth fall open, and her screams escaped involuntarily. She had always struggled to hold back her voice, and now, with no foreplay and only raw pain, it was impossible. Tears streamed down her face.
The footsteps grew closer, stopping just outside the room. Bonita’s face was painted with utter despair. Teshiel frowned at the sight. Without a word, his large hand covered her forehead, and Bonita felt a strange, invisible barrier envelop her entire body.
“Huh? There’s no one here.”
Two priests stepped into the prayer room, looking around in confusion. Bonita, trembling, clasped her hands over her mouth, but Teshiel grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing her down against the altar. Without hesitation, he resumed thrusting into her, harder and faster.
“Ahhh…!”
Bonita wept, her b*****s and lower body fully exposed on the altar, helpless in her shame. One of the priests clicked his tongue in frustration as he approached the altar, completely unaware of what was happening right in front of him. Teshiel continued his relentless assault, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched Bonita break beneath him.
“Hnnngh…!”
The priest, still clueless, muttered something to his companion before they turned and left, closing the door behind them. Bonita was left sobbing beneath Teshiel, trembling from the overwhelming sensations, her body slick with sweat and tears.
Bonita’s back arched violently as one of the priests stepped even closer, completely oblivious to the situation unfolding before him. He bent down, picking up the shattered vial of holy oil that had rolled across the floor.
“Why is this precious vial broken?”
“Aahh!”
“I guess that sister must have given up and left… Such a shame, especially at her age. What could be troubling her so deeply?”
“My Lord… ah… please… ah, stop… ah!”
“And what about the rest of the sacred oil? Do we have any left?”
“I think we’re all out…”
The two priests continued their conversation as they turned and exited the room, their voices fading into the distance.
Teshiel leaned in, his lips brushing against Bonita’s ear as he hissed, “Even the servants of your god won’t save you. How does it feel to be defiled by a demon right in front of your so-called god?”
“Aah…! I-it’s not… ah, I didn’t…Ah! Aah!”
