The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 66
Instinctively, a wave of shame washed over her.
Even though Ashtel understood logically that this was an unavoidable situation, her body couldn’t help but recoil. It reminded her of that day when Payne first found himself exposed before her.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen…”
But to Payne, who was unaware of her internal struggle, seeing Ashtel so embarrassed felt completely foreign. Her curled-up arms and legs, the hesitant blinking of her large eyes, the sudden tears that glistened at the corners of her eyes, and the delicate trembling of her eyelashes—it was all too much for him.
It was, in a word, overwhelming.
“Ugh…”
Payne couldn’t even manage to turn away. He stood there, staring at Ashtel, feeling himself harden again, despite having just relieved himself moments ago. His breath came in ragged gasps as he took a step closer, causing Ashtel to tremble slightly. The intense shame she felt still clung to her.
‘Of all people, why did Payne have to see me like this?’
What made it even worse was that her body hadn’t reached its climax. She was unconsciously rubbing her thighs together when Payne took another step forward. Alarmed, she looked up at him, noticing how his eyes had become unfocused, hazy.
“…Father Payne?”
This wasn’t his usual stern gaze. His eyes, softened like melting water, slowly roved over her body. It was a look she was becoming all too familiar with, and a warning bell rang in her mind.
Before she could react, Payne suddenly knelt and grabbed her shoulders.
His grip was firmer than usual, not exactly strong, but enough to keep her from escaping. There was a quiet intensity in his touch, as if he wanted to sink his teeth into her neck. Before she could say anything, Payne buried his nose into her neck.
“Ack, Payne!”
“The scent…”
“What?”
He had clearly lost control.
“Wait, just… give me a moment to—”
“You smell so sweet.”
“Haa…”
As his tongue touched her already heated, sensitive skin, a moan escaped her lips. Ashtel whimpered, grasping Payne momentarily before her strength gave out, and her hands slipped away.
‘Could it really be happening?’
If so, it might actually turn out for the best. It was embarrassing to be caught in the act, but if things ended well, she could overlook it.
“Mm…”
Except, there was one problem: Payne was clinging to her, clearly struggling.
“…Father Payne?”
“Hnngh… huff….”
“What’s wrong?”
But she didn’t really need to ask.
Payne was clearly holding something back, yet his swollen member was pressing firmly against Ashtel’s lower abdomen, so there was only one reason.
‘Could it be…?’
Ashtel reached behind him, letting her fingers trace down his spine before grasping his firm backside. Payne flinched violently at her touch, shaking his head frantically, his voice breaking as he tried to protest.
“N-not there… you can’t…”
“You want me to touch you here again?”
“N-no… I don’t…”
But even now, it was an obvious lie. With a knowing smile, Ashtel deftly lifted the fabric of his robe, revealing his e–ction, slick with prec-m, and his trembling, muscular thighs. Her eyes glinted with excitement.
‘Listen carefully, Sue. The prostate… you need to stimulate the prostate.’
Her sister Moablon’s whispered advice echoed in her mind once again.
‘It won’t work with just your fingers. Use something like a di-do… and make sure it vibrates.’
Given the difference in their sizes, it would be difficult for Ashtel to stimulate Payne’s rear while satisfying her own needs. But if she used something else to fill him instead of her fingers…
‘Perfect.’
It was perfect. Just imagining it was ecstatic.
“Payne, lift your hips for me.”
“Hnngh… what are you…?”
“Trust me. I’ll take care of it.”
I’ll take care of all your desires… just like before.
As Payne was mesmerized by the gleam in her eyes, he felt a cool breeze on his exposed backside, followed by the sensation of something blunt pressing against him.
The room around him blurred into nothing but Ashtel’s presence, but the idea of something entering him again triggered an intense wave of resistance. He gasped, his body writhing in protest, but Ashtel quickly silenced him by pulling him down into a fierce kiss.
Just like she had imagined earlier.
“…Mmph!”
She bit down on his soft lips hard enough to taste a hint of blood. As she plunged her tongue into his mouth, exploring him with a predatory hunger, Payne’s entire body quivered in response.
The moans that escaped him were those of a prey caught in the jaws of a predator. His feverish body burned under her touch, and just as his resistance began to crumble, Ashtel gripped the di-do with a firm hand.
“Gah?!”
The dark purple s***t, which had already adapted to Ashtel’s own form, now shifted shape to fit Payne’s entrance, teasing and sucking at him as it worked its way inside.
“…!”
Payne’s eyes flew open wide in shock. He began to pant desperately, as if he was going to die if he couldn’t c-m right away.
