The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 51
She may be naive yet she is a succubus all the same, Ashtel’s mind raced with a sudden hypothesis.
‘…Could it be because of what I did last time?’
After all, it wasn’t uncommon for men to never forget the sensation of their pro-tate being stimulated. Naturally, reactions varied widely among humans after getting their backside pierced, but it seemed Payne was particularly fond of it.
“Ugh, ah…!”
He moaned as he rapidly stroked his thick member, his gaze fixed on the unreachable spot behind him. It seemed the itch was quite intense, as he writhed his hips up and down before covering his mouth in overwhelming shame and shaking his head vigorously.
‘So lewd.’
Ashtel had seen Payne suffer a lot from his heat many times before.
She had seen him mas—bate in nearly deserted hallways and stuff his e–ction into gathered blankets. She had also touched his backside in a cabinet, and even went as far as to pleasure him o-ally during the recent hymn ceremony.
By now, she might have been somewhat desensitized to Payne’s e****c nature.
However, the current situation was something else…
“…?”
Ashtel silently breathed in deeply and stepped quietly into the dimly lit storage.
A faint streak of light briefly entered before the door clicked shut, plunging the space back into darkness. That’s when Payne finally realized someone was there and swiftly looked up.
His eyes, adjusted to the dark like a universe unto themselves, immediately caught Ashtel’s unusual expression.
“Miss Sue?”
He merely formed her name with his lips and uttered it flatly, but his breath soaked in was undeniably warm.
Ah. Ashtel admitted to herself that this moment might be the biggest challenge yet.
For her.
“Wait, why are you coming in…?”
“Father Payne, are you having difficulty finishing?”
“What?”
“It’s been quite some time. It seems like you shouldn’t stay here much longer.”
Payne’s eyes rolled in confusion. Indeed, it had been about an hour since he entered the room.
Despite his reluctance, Payne could not deny the rising need within him as he saw his quivering member. Overcome by regret, he hastily pulled up his pants.
‘By Katzel.’
He realized that no prayer of penance could shield him now. He might have to resort to whipping himself to suppress this cursed desire.
As he stood up, Ashtel moved a step closer, making him pause abruptly.
“…Is there a problem?”
Her eyes shimmering mysteriously like a succubus in a dream, even in the dim light of the room.
“I noticed you c–med several times the other day.”
“What?”
“How many times do you need to climax to calm down?”
“What….Don’t worry about that, please.”
“How can I not? I’m in a position to help the Father.”
Every time Ashtel opened her mouth, the distance between them closed. Payne took a step back until he felt the cold wall behind him.
“Father, you’re still not done, are you?”
“….”
“Here, it’s really wet.”
Ashtel stepped closer, her scent enveloping him, making escape impossible.
Payne covered his face, trying to block the intoxicating aroma, but his body was already tingling with heat.
“I’ve done this enough to know it’s okay. Let me help you again.”
“…No, that’s not acceptable.”
“Are you going to leave here like this? Still standing like this?”
As Ashtel’s fingertips brushed against him, Payne gasped and involuntarily flinched at the intense pleasure.
“Please, no…”
“Don’t worry, just trust me.”
Trust wasn’t the issue.
If he does it further with her, what would become of Ashtel’s chastity? He had done this and that but it was influenced by succubus trickery. So praying to Katzel might cleanse her of any sin.
He was already irreversibly tainted, so he wanted to save Ashtel if possible.
“Kuh?!”
A sharp surge of pleasure made Payne’s waist tremble.
When he looked down, he saw Ashtel firmly grasping him and rubbing it up and down.
