The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 10
‘I need to find him quickly!’
It was so exciting.
After a quick farewell, Ashtel hurried out of the temple and shed her human form in a secluded bush. A bright light enveloped her, and she soon shrank into a small, white, long-nosed rat.
“Squeak!”
Sniffing around, Ashtel naturally navigated through mouse holes to sneak back into Medialle, frantically looking around.
‘Where could Payne be?!’
When she had been a bird, she was only ever in his room, so she had no idea how to navigate the temple’s corridors.
As she wandered around, lost, with her small, round eyes turning sorrowful, she overheard a few servants talking as they passed by.
“Did you see Father Payne earlier?”
“He looked tired, didn’t he?”
“Every time I see that priest frown, he seems so intimidating. Feels like he might snap at you, right?”
“Yeah, exactly.”
Ashtel’s steps halted. Her eyes lit up as she dashed down the hallway the servants had come from.
Panting from the swift movement, she heard a groan from a dark corridor.
“Squeak?”
Could it be Payne?
Has she finally found him?
She stretched her neck to peer into the gloomy hallway and, sure enough, there was Payne, leaning against the wall, panting and sweating profusely.
‘Payne!’
Her joy was short-lived as she quickly realized something was off about his condition.
She had assumed that after the confession, he would go somewhere to relieve his arousal, but he was just standing there, not attempting to soothe himself in any way.
Moreover, his breathing was erratic, he seemed somewhat unstable.
‘What’s going on?’
Making sure he didn’t notice her, she crept closer along the wall.
Upon closer inspection, Payne wasn’t doing nothing. He had taken out a cross from inside his uniform and was praying, seemingly trying to cool himself down.
‘Why isn’t he touching himself?’
Could it be because he’s a priest?
Even so, surely if one is physically aroused, they need to find some resolution.
If reciting prayers is enough to calm him down, then it’s no wonder that lust is considered one of the seven deadliest sins.
As Ashtel tiptoed closer, suddenly Payne took a deep, labored breath and violently grabbed the fabric near his chest, before his body seemed to collapse from the strain.
Seeing his agony, Ashtel jumped up, chirping anxiously.
‘Payne, what’s going on? This isn’t just a normal arousal!’
Humans can be afflicted with all sorts of ailments; perhaps this was one of them—some condition where arousal brings pain or physical discomfort.
As Ashtel pondered whether to call for medical help, Payne began to touch himself through the thick fabric of his priestly garb.
“Squeak.”
Instinctively, drool dribbled from Ashtel’s mouth, now a small rat.
To think she had hurriedly transformed just to witness Payne touching himself!
The thought of fetching a doctor flew from her mind as she hid and began to watch his indecent act.
“Huh…”
Even without adequate stimulation, and without removing his trousers, he clumsily rubbed the protruding area of his g***n.
Seemingly unable to bear it any longer, he breathed hotly and fumbled awkwardly, seeking relief.
But such vague pleasures only serve to deepen an insatiable thirst.
Payne twisted his head, touching the taut outline beneath his clothes, and finally loosened his belt.
Sweat poured down his face, which was red with heat.
His short, gray hair that fell to his shoulders somewhat concealed the lustful expression on his face.
Thanks to this, only the newly protruded, reddish column caught Ashtel’s eye.
‘Wow, wooooww.’
As expected. Just like in her dream, it’s terrifyingly big.’
That must be the largest d–k she had seen in her century-long life as a succubus.
She unintentionally moved closer to Payne. He froze in shock as he took out himself and looked down at his pillar.
“…Ah, d-mn.”
An irresistible desire overwhelmed him.
Finally, Payne clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip as he grasped his bare flesh.
The damp fluid created friction against his rough palm, slickly coating the heated surface of his skin.
As he slowly moved his hand up and down, it gained speed. Payne let out deep groans, lifting his head and clutching the edge of his priestly cloak while his muscles contorted.
Although it was just m-sturbating, he seemed to be as intensely focused as if he was doing it with another person, concentrating all sensation on his organ.
