The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 29
“…. what?”
At first, Payne thought he misheard her. What was she suggesting?
An innocent priest like him soon grasped what she meant by her cryptic language, and his eyes widened in shock. As Ashtel whispered again more discreetly.
“Right here, this spot of yours, Priest.”
Her finger traced a heated path down his back, sinking slowly inside. Each movement of her fingers sent a shiver up Payne’s spine, his pupils dilated and his heart dropped.
“Don’t touch there, maid. It’s unclean!”
“It’s not. It’s fine.”
It was Payne’s own body; how could it be unclean? Ashtel could suck him completely, so such things mattered little to her.
Payne, however, felt differently. A mix of shame, horror, and discomfort swirled within him, pounding him with an unstable torrent of emotions.
“What do you mean it’s fine? Take your hands off now!”
He might not have understood her intentions, but he knew this situation was dangerous.
Their bodies pressed together, her brown hair brushing against him, and those large, round, amber eyes gleaming mysteriously—all of it felt threatening to him.
“Uh, huh?”
He flailed like a herbivore caught in a trap, but the more he struggled, the tighter the snare tightened around its prey.
As Ashtel silently wrapped her palm around his b******s, an uncontrollable moan escaped him.
By now, it was clear he was going mad. Both he and the maid, who was attempting to satisfy a priest’s carnal needs in such a cramped and uncomfortable space, seemed mad.
Payne felt her gently circling his skin. It was a sensation so sweetly suffocating, yet was so satisfying it made him thirsty. It made him so anxious he wanted to throw away his chastity belt. He unwittingly bucked his hips.
Despite just a simple touch of her hand.
‘Good, he doesn’t hate it.’
Payne was hopelessly entangled, unbeknownst to Ashtel who sighed in relief.
Ashtel had been watching Payne’s reactions all this time because she didn’t want to force him into anything he was uncomfortable with.
Though his mouth said no and protested, Payne’s grip on her wrist was notably weak.
Ashtel swallowed nervously.
‘Can I do this right? I’ve never tried such a thing before.’
This was a technique often enjoyed by her sisters, especially the third sister, Moablon.
Inside a man’s an-s was something called a pro—te that, when stimulated, could induce rapid climax.
‘And they said if you train it right, they can even c-m without e–culation.’
Then something about ‘what about the female’ was mentioned, but Ashtel had dismissed it as odd.
Ashtel, a newly second-stage awakened succubus of just over a hundred years, extended her hand towards Payne’s rear entrance with a tense face.
At her touch, Payne shuddered and dropped his head onto Ashtel’s shoulder.
His breathing became ragged.
“Ugh, huh. Stop…”
“Are you okay?”
“Stop touching me. Stop…”
His words were now mechanical, only repeating pleas to stop.
But it didn’t seem broken; rather, he was wholly submerged in pleasure.
As Ashtel guessed, Payne was unable to resist the overpowering lust that had hijacked his brain. He was rubbing his chastity-belted clad member against her abdomen.
Liquid oozed from the small hole in the chastity belt and began to stain Ashtel’s upper clothes stickily.
Payne’s encased pillar expanded relentlessly but, confined by the iron, couldn’t fully e-ect, causing him to emit moans filled with tears.
Payne’s rationality was gradually blurring. As the beast-like groans in his throat grew louder, Ashtel covered his mouth with one hand. Her palm quickly became damp from his breaths.
Payne, with his eyes tightly shut, whispered again for her to stop. However, his tearful pleas now sounded merely like the mumbling of a child.
“Just hold on a little longer. I’ll help you.”
Ashtel’s eyes gleamed before dimming. She gently caressed the tightly closed rear entrance deeply tracing each crease. The moment her finger touched that spot, energy surged and erupted.
It was sweet, hot, and delicious. Ashtel stuck out her crimson tongue and licked her lips.
‘Ah, this is too good.’
She wanted more. To shake him, to fill his world with her presence.
