The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 45
Ashtel had never enjoyed performing or-l.
‘I hate it because it makes my jaw ache!’
Succubi, by nature, are obsessed with male fluids.
Ordinary humans, unless they have a particular fetish, would find saliva and s***n slimy and unpleasant to taste. However, due to their adapted taste structures for maximizing energy absorption, succubi can detect a sweet taste in s***n.
While most succubi relish performing fell-tio, Ashtel did not.
The reason was simple.
It’s too much effort!
“Uh, umm…”
“Why the mouth, why.”
But exceptions exist, and Payne was one such exception. Ashtel knew the fastest way to extract his se-en.
“Stop, please, ah…”
As she slid her tongue out and swept up the fullness in her mouth, veins throbbed visibly along Payne’s neck.
He tried to push her away by grabbing her shoulders, but unfortunately, it was time for him to recite the prayer, and he frantically picked up the holy book.
“…may the God in heaven hear our call….”
Surprisingly, Payne’s voice, as he recited the sacred prayer, hardly trembled.
If not for the rustling of fabric beneath the dais in sync with Ashtel’s movements, no one could have guessed what was happening below, as Payne maintained his composure.
After Ashtel intervened, his panting breath ceased.
“For the hapless humans, He has bestowed two lights; one is, uh.”
He deeply inhaled as she sucked hard, causing her cheeks to cave.
“One for illuminating all things with holiness.”
Perhaps unable to refrain from warning Ashtel, he applied pressure to her shoulder where his hand rested.
“And one for preserving modesty through temperance.”
And as the congregation continued the hymn, he leaned on the podium and bowed his head.
“Huh, ah….”
Warm breath touched her.
As she unabashedly continued her action below, Ashtel glanced up briefly.
Unable to face Ashtel while she held him in her mouth, Payne closed his eyes tightly, enduring the pleasure.
“…hmph….”
Despite his clenched teeth, moans leaked through that were impossible to contain. Ashtel watched him with a possessive gaze.
‘I want to see more.’
Ashtel wanted to see Payne ruined by her.
Like before, when he first climaxed without e–culating in a cabinet from touching the back hole.
She longed to give him that extreme pleasure again.
A fleeting flash of crimson in her eyes, and as Ashtel thrust deep into her throat, Payne jerked his head, signaling for her to stop.
“No, stop…”
His pained whisper continued.
He wasn’t yet accustomed to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure swirling from the tip.
Moreover, to be secretly pleasured by a maid in such a significant gathering, in front of many people, was unthinkable.
How could this be happening?
His hands were sweaty, nearly causing him to drop the book.
Seizing the moment of his silence, Ashtel not only continued to suck but also gently massaged his s–otum with her hands. The mounting sensation of climax was nearing its peak.
Payne gasped harshly, barely containing his desire to thrust violently into her warm mouth….
“Ugh, hah, uh…”
Just as he was struggling to hold back, it was his turn to speak again. His voice trembled as he tried to continue the recitation.
“…and so, God bestowed upon us five sacred relics…”
He felt like he might climax right now. He might not be able to control it.
His mind seemingly filled with nothing but the impending climax, like it was only filled with se-en instead of brain matter.
As Ashtel sensed him nearing the brink, she slowed her motions.
The movement of her head had calmed, and just when Payne felt he might painfully explode, Ashtel resumed hard, taking him deeply once again.
“Uh, hoo…”
As she plunged him into her throat, an irresistible moan escaped through her lips.
Payne shuddered, reaching down to steady her head as he struggled to contain himself.
