The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 81
It was certainly something he couldn’t remember. When he tried to recall, all that came to mind were fragmented moans and the sensation of heated skin.
Yet, Payne found himself effortlessly locating and thrusting into the spots where Ashtel was feeling pleasure.
As he pushed his sweaty lower body deeper, his member pressed into her, causing her internal walls to contract and tighten, and as he penetrated even deeper, Ashtel let out a long, anguished cry.
Payne felt an overwhelming ecstasy, as if the entire world had vanished, and he continued to thrust rhythmically into her.
“Ah, yes! Payne! Ah, too fast…!”
Looking at Ashtel, who was bucking like a sailboat caught in a storm, Payne sighed.
He didn’t want this. He thought he should push Ashtel away immediately, but his body didn’t obey. His gaze was fixed on her voluptuous form beneath her coarse maid’s uniform.
Having recognized the irresistible allure of her body, he couldn’t refuse it.
“Ugh, damn…”
The overwhelming pleasure pouring down like a torrential rain made his brain primitive. Despite his efforts to resist the filthy desire, he ultimately succumbed to lust.
“Ugh, ah, ah!”
He didn’t even try to stop. The continuous thrusting sent waves of pleasure from the tip of his member up his spine.
Having lost all sense of control, Payne lifted Ashtel onto the bed as her focus blurred. The sudden shift made everything around him feel like it was spinning. When his member momentarily paused, Ashtel looked up with a dripping expression.
Her gray hair tumbled down in disarray. Her dark eyes, filled with an infinite lust, sparkled like stars in the night sky.
The once noble nature that used to be full was now reduced to a feeble, writhing insect.
“Payne…”
She wished he would lose even more of his sanity and cling to her. She hoped this moment of lust would last forever.
Ashtel stretched out her arms with this wish. She wrapped the soft, warm arms around his neck.
Ashtel drew him in, sinking into the dark mire of pleasure, down into the depraved abyss.
The two shadows intertwined. Payne endured the record of his sins without even struggling.
Her sweet lips continuously breathed in front of him. The warm breath would escape and then be drawn back in, causing them to merge more and more.
“Ugh, yes…”
A low moan tickled Payne’s ears, and he soon found himself slowly grinding below. Feeling his throbbing member stirring inside her, Ashtel wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on.
“Hold me.”
It was a plea to throw away any remaining hesitation. Somehow, Payne understood this, his face contorting as if on the verge of tears. He roughly exhaled and buried his face on Ashtel’s chest.
“Why…?”
He wasn’t licking her like he had in the bath. He wasn’t rubbing his cheeks against the plump flesh.
Payne, resting on her chest, trembled with his shoulders as though he was sobbing. Just as Ashtel was about to check his face, the thrusting resumed with a sudden force.
* * *
Ashtel returned to her succubus form and fled with Payne to the bedroom around noon.
Yet, before she knew it, the sun set and the night insects began to sing, the cold spring air seeping in, Ashtel hadn’t left the bed.
“Ah, ah! Payne!”
“Ugh, ah, ha…”
He wouldn’t let her go. Somehow, his focus seemed to falter like a lamp that had burned out, and he relentlessly thrust into her.
Sometimes he would bind her legs so she couldn’t move, sometimes he would turn her around and take her in a rough, beastly manner, and at other times, he would cling so tightly as if they were one body, making it impossible for her to do anything but endure.
It was a chaotic, promiscuous lovemaking that even a succubus like Ashtel had never encountered before.
“Ugh, stop… stop…”
Honestly, enduring such violent s-x in her human maid form was nearly impossible. Her hair was becoming as bright as the dawn sky, a few hours before sunrise.
The usual dull brown color of her hair was turning into a brilliant golden hue.
‘If we continue, the magic might break!’
Unable to endure the relentless physical strain in a human body, she would have to revert to her demon form to survive. Even though Payne wouldn’t recall the color of her hair, there was the sense of crisis about revealing her true form.
