The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 68
Ashtel let out a melodious, stream-like laugh as she fully pushed the device deep into him.
The textured surface of the di-do, like a creature with tendrils hidden inside, subtly writhed against Payne’s inner walls. The lubrication from the secretion prevented any pain, while the thick rod expanded and contracted slightly to keep stimulating him continuously.
Payne’s eyes widened in shock, his body freezing in place. But when Ashtel pulled the d***o back and then thrust it in all at once, he let out a groaning whimper, his back arching involuntarily.
“Ugh, ugh, ahh, no, stop! Please, ah!”
The magic tool, now operating on its own, relentlessly drove into him, each thrust producing wet, sticky sounds as fluids splashed out from the folds and his slick inner walls clung to the di-do.
Every deep thrust left Payne with his mouth hanging open in a silent scream, his body locked in place. He drooled as he clung to Ashtel, tears mixing with his cries as the relentless thrusting continued.
“Ugh, ugh, ah, oh! No more, please!”
Ashtel’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink. Could there be any sound sweeter than this? She wanted him to cry out more, to show just how much he was enjoying it.
Slowly, she reached down and gently gripped Payne’s throbbing member. The moment her soft fingers wrapped around it, Payne let out another choked cry. He came again, though only a thin, watery fluid dribbled out this time. He shook his head back and forth, pouring out desperate, sweet moans.
“Father, Payne, does it feel good?”
Ashtel asked, stroking his s***t slowly, then gripping it tightly before sliding her hand down, causing a sticky sound as the skin was pulled taut. Payne groaned deep in his throat as the tip twitched under her touch.
When he didn’t answer, she used both hands to rub his s***t.
“Hmm? Does this feel good?”
“Ugh! No, stop! Please!”
“Are you going to keep saying no?”
“Ah, ah! Ugh!”
To be honest, Payne could barely understand what Ashtel was saying anymore.
As the heat inside him began to dissipate, it only gathered again in his lower abdomen, bubbling up and sending shockwaves through his body, leaving him with no capacity to listen.
The violent thrusts of the purple device, splitting him apart, made him glance back in desperation, while Ashtel’s torturous strokes on his sensitive tip forced him to look forward again, crying out in distress.
Sweat poured from him like rain, and clear fluid leaked steadily from the slit of his c-ck. The entire world seemed to turn upside down, especially with Ashtel pressed against him, moaning softly and rubbing her body against his as if nothing was wrong.
Payne, like a fish skewered on a spit, or a prey animal caught by the neck, found himself reduced to nothing more than a lust-crazed beast, thrusting his hips helplessly. At some point, nothing else mattered.
He couldn’t process the words whispered into his ear; thinking of anything else was impossible.
“…Ahh!”
As he climbed toward yet another climax, his body convulsed like a frog in a boiling pot, and something far from ordinary trickled out. Even Ashtel, who rarely showed surprise—her mind dulled by the overwhelming influx of energy—froze in place as she noticed the lemon-colored stain spreading across her blouse.
‘Wait, is that…?’
Before she could even voice her confusion, Payne, his body arched in tension, collapsed forward, pinning her beneath his weight.
“Ugh, Payne, hold on a second!”
“Uh… ahh…”
He wasn’t even aware of what he had released as he weakly rubbed his now-sensitive c-ck against her lower abdomen, sending shivers through his brain.
“…Feels…”
“What?”
“It feels… ah… too good.”
This wasn’t the desperate cry of someone in the throes of climax. It wasn’t a forced admission under duress, nor was it a begrudging concession made out of pity for her pleading. Instead, Payne spoke softly, each word dripping with a quiet, overwhelming ecstasy, as if he was offering a prayer.
“It feels so good… I think I might die.”
Ashtel blinked blankly. His words, every syllable, seemed to light up her world. She was about to ask him to say it again, just to hear it once more, when the strength suddenly drained from his grip.
“…Payne?”
The ashen hair that tickled her neck remained utterly still. Now genuinely concerned, she called out to him with a hint of urgency.
“Father? Payne?”
But how could someone lost to excessive pleasure possibly respond? Ashtel was left alone, panic rising as she repeatedly called his name.
