The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 3
Of course, the heat was not in Payne’s intention.
‘It’s because of me.’
Sue’s guilt-ridden, sunset-colored eyes dropped to Payne’s still flushed face. He groaned intermittently. His member e***t as he shook his hips, trying to rub it against something.
While his condition might have seemed enticing, for Ashtel, it only brought a wave of guilt.
‘If only I hadn’t approached Payne.’
Payne was known as a devout and impregnable priest.
The reason he was now hiding, desperately touching himself in this dark place while being pursued by knights, traced back about a month ago.
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Unlike the lower succubus scattered across the demon realm, Ashtel was born from the fruit of a divine tree called Asti, imbued with the power of the god Katzel.
Asti was a sacred relic given to the demon realm by Katzel before he turned away, disappointed with the demons’ nature. When the divine attention waned, the tree absorbed demonic energy and transformed into a demon-tree, sprouting demons.
Among those demons was Ashtel, who took the tree’s name, becoming known as Ashtel Asti, and she had eleven succubus sisters above her.
“Hey, Sue. Where are you?”
“Our littlest one, can you come out for a sec?”
Born from the fruit of Asti, these succubi resembled each other and shared a strong bond, much like a real human family. Ashtel loved her sisters, but sometimes she wanted to escape from them.
“Sue, I’m not asking for much. Just transform into a handsome man for me once!”
Thanks to their origin from the divine tree, they possessed unique abilities that other succubi couldn’t harness, including mysterious powers.
Among them, Ashtel could perform transformations so perfect that no one could detect them. She could become anyone, male or female, human or animal, which often led her sisters to ask her to transform into a man…
“Show us a muscle man!”
“I want a man with glasses!”
“How about a virgin man?”
‘How do I even transform into that!’
Such unreasonable requests were a constant source of headache for her.
In the end, holding back tears and desperate to escape her daunting sisters, who scoured the demon realm looking for her, Ashtel fled to the human realm. Unable to escape in her demonic form, she transformed into a tiny, adorable yellow baby bird.
“You guys would just pester me to transform into a man again!” she cried out as she fluttered her short wings.
However, her flight didn’t last long; she quickly tired and settled on a tree branch.
“This is so hard.”
She wasn’t used to the atmosphere in the human realm—the air was different, and a faint divine energy permeated everywhere, making it hard for her to cope. Moreover, she was not accustomed to the fluttering feathers and her delicate legs, and she stumbled.
Suddenly, a stone flew towards her.
“Direct hit!”
Without even a moment to scream, Ashtel fell to the ground.
When she regained consciousness, a group of children had surrounded her.
“What a pretty bird!”
“Let’s make ornaments out of its feathers!”
“Great idea!”
Ashtel screamed silently in horror. She wanted to get up, but she couldn’t muster the strength.
‘Ugh!’
She blinked hard to undo her transformation, but nothing happened.
Confused and with blood trickling from her head, she looked around, and to her horror, she realized where she was.
‘Katzel Medialle?’
God’s domain, the living heart of the god of the Roxa Empire, the holy temple of Medialle was right before her eyes.
‘My sisters told me never to come near this place if I went to the human realm!’
It was known to house dozens of cardinals and the pope himself, and Katzel’s gaze was always present, causing even a blade of grass to overflow with divine energy.
Demons couldn’t wield their full powers here…
If Ashtel had been a fully awakened succubus, perhaps it would be different, but as a delicate demon who had only achieved her first awakening, she couldn’t use any magic at all.
“Peep, peep…”
Ashtel’s yellow wings trembled.
Miserably, the blood she shed mixed with the sky and earth as her vision darkened, and the children’s voices grew louder and more overwhelming, like trumpets blaring right next to her ears.
‘Go away!’
As Ashtel struggled to wield her beak amidst tears that fell like chicken droppings, a soothing, deep voice broke through the chaos.
“Are you alright?”
Ashtel’s eyes widened as she lifted her head. Despite the pain blurring her vision, a handsome man had appeared before her.
‘Wo, wow…’
Even on the brink of death, her succubus instincts kicked in, immediately noticing the sweet vital energy of the male and his appealing appearance.
His hair was a plain, dull gray, and his eyes were as dark as the depths of space, but somehow, from the priest holding her, a radiant light seemed to emanate.
Was it his deep, captivating gaze? Or perhaps it was his perfectly sculpted nose? It made her unable to take her eyes off.
