The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 64
Moablon was the third sister but often seemed much more childish than herself. Ashtel reluctantly nodded.
“But you have to promise not to mention my name if Sis Seri finds out you came here without permission.”
“…Fine, I promise.”
“Good.”
With that, Ashtel regained her smile.
She had been feeling uneasy about staying in a foreign place away from home. Although Hella had visited a few times and she had kept in touch with Carmen, having Moablon stay for several days was a first.
Since it had come to this, she decided to embrace the opportunity and share affection with her sister.
Ashtel and Moablon spent some time chatting warmly.
* * *
However, the words Moablon had whispered kept echoing in Ashtel’s mind.
‘Sue, men really enjoy being stimulated there.’
‘And if you twist their n–ples like this, they go wild.’
‘This kind of thing can lead to what’s called ‘succubus corruption’… Oh, why do you look like that?’
Ashtel didn’t want to know. Or rather, she didn’t want to acknowledge the dark, twisted aspects of human desire that her sister talked about. She was aware of how foolish and naive humans could be. But she didn’t want to delve into something so murky and unsettling.
‘It’s making me think too much!’
Now, at work, leaving Moablon to lounge on her bed, Ashtel couldn’t stop picturing Payne writhing and moaning with a di-do inside him.
‘Payne… he would probably enjoy it so much if I stimulated his back there.’
Even though she had only done it once or twice, Payne’s body was already reacting by twitching his hips whenever he was aroused.
It was clear just how sensitive and lustful his body had become. While Ashtel didn’t agree with everything Moablon said, she couldn’t help but be curious. Plus, if she played with Payne as her sister suggested, it might make it easier to release the pent-up pleasure inside him.
‘…Should I try it?’
Ashtel’s opportunity came sooner than expected.
“Um, Father Payne, are you alright?”
“Urgh, huff… don’t, don’t talk to me.”
“The sounds are really loud…”
“I said, don’t… talk to me.”
Payne had been walking unsteadily down the hall since morning, clearly overheated. Having missed their usual meetings due to the inspections yesterday, his body seemed to have built up too much heat.
When Ashtel found him, he tried to wave her off, but there was no escaping a succubus’s keen senses.
“Please, leave me be…”
Ignoring his protests, Ashtel reached out to help him.
“I’m here to help you, Father Payne.”
Though he initially resisted, the sheer need for relief made him finally relent, allowing Ashtel to lead him to a more secluded area.
Ashtel immediately led him to a room where no one was likely to enter. To her surprise, it turned out to be a bathhouse used by priests and knights, and luckily, it was not in use at the time, so the place was empty.
‘This is the perfect setting for him to lose control,’ she thought.
Without hesitation, she suggested that Payne relax and settle down. Clearly eager to relieve himself, he quickly and habitually began to undress. Given the setting, his moans and the slick sounds of his movements filled Ashtel’s ears with a sweet, tantalizing sensation.
‘Ugh, I can’t take it.’
Ashtel checked the central door to make sure no one would come in. The temptation was overwhelming.
“Father, your sounds might echo into the hallway.”
“Ugh… I’m trying.”
Of course, it was unlikely anyone would hear. The communal bath had several doors, including the one Ashtel was guarding, making it a safe space where no sound would escape to the hallway. But her subtle concern made Payne grit his teeth and stifle his sounds.
Thanks to this, the slick noises of his arousal became even more pronounced, filling the room with a lewd symphony.
‘….I can’t hold back any longer.’
To remain idle in such a moment would be unbecoming of a succubus. Ashtel, her face dazed with longing, lifted her head.
She hadn’t fed in days. While missing a meal here and there wasn’t catastrophic, it had been far too long since she last hunted for essence. This was the longest she’d gone without feeding in her entire life.
‘If only I hadn’t been caught in Payne’s dream…’
She would have returned to his dreams. And she would have feasted on him, from head to toe.
The first step would be a kiss.
Unaccustomed to a woman’s seduction, Payne would stiffly resist but turn into stone when their lips met. His soft lips, taken in an instant with her tongue invading his mouth would leave him breathless.
As she caressed his waist and slowly moved her hand downward, he would plead, begging her to stop, but his grip on her wrist was weak, as it always was. She would lean into his chest and bite his firm neck, savoring his gasp as her hand slid down to enjoy the taut skin of his thigh.…
“Huff.”
A hot, sweet breath escaped her lips. Trembling, Ashtel slipped her hand under her skirt. She was already wet.
