The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 82
“Ah, ah, ugh… ah!”
Sadly, as she reverted to her demonic form, Payne’s vitality and the sweet, carnal pleasure he delivered were laid bare on her exposed skin.
The more Ashtel struggled, the more Payne’s hold seemed to intensify. His labored breaths spread across the world.
Ashtel’s mind was completely overshadowed by Payne’s essence. Without any resistance, it continued. As if it was going to last forever.
“Ugh, ah, it’s… I’m c-mming, c-mming…!”
Thus, the relentless pleasure had no end.
Ashtel trembled and screamed in a hoarse voice in an uncountable number of climaxes. As her insides tightened cruelly, Payne also trembled and reached his climax.
It was already dozens of times. Exhausted, Payne, who had emptied his seed into the demon, gasped for breath and kissed Ashtel tightly.
With no strength left to push him away, she lay with her eyes closed, mouth open. Payne lightly groaned as he continued to ravage her before taking a brief rest inside her.
But even this would only last for about 10 minutes.
‘I’m going to die…’
Ashtel was truly at her limit.
She imagined her sisters would scold her for complaining about a mere half day of s-x, but this level of frenzied desire was something new for her, having only consuming vitality through short dreams
And despite everything, as previously mentioned, accepting Payne’s violent acts in a human body was impossible to endure, no matter what.
The frail human body was transforming into something demonic, and Ashtel was so intoxicated by Payne’s vitality that she couldn’t resist pushing him away.
‘It’s so good… but it’s so hard.’
She forced her heavy-lidded eyes open to look at Payne.
His ebony-like eyes were half-closed, and his cheeks were still flushed. His slightly open mouth no longer spoke but only released guttural moans. For a moment, she feared something had gone terribly wrong, like Moablon’s broken human.
“Payne… look at me. Let’s stop now.”
Reflecting on it, it seemed absurd. No matter how responsive he was to pheromones, how could one have s-x non stop for hours?
Even though Ashtel, as a demon, had some endurance, Payne did not.
He’s human. A fragile being that crumples when pressed and breaks when bent. Even with divine power, that doesn’t…
‘…Could it be because of the divine power?’
Ashtel didn’t know the exact principle, but the power shared by Katzel deepened with each prayer and with every bit of love received. The fact that Payne, unlike ordinary priests, could exert such a powerful divine presence—enough to resist her dreams —was thanks to his devotion to Katzel.
So, could this endurance also be due to divine power?
‘Did the man Sis Moa played with have divine power too?’
Probably not. Training a priest as prey was a tedious task, even for Ashtel’s sisters.
‘If Payne’s ability to resist pheromone-induced arousal is due to divine power…’
Ashtel’s thoughts were interrupted as Payne, who had lifted his head, staggered and resumed his thrusting. She writhed in agony, but could not resist the overwhelming pleasure.
“Ah, yes. I said, let’s stop…”
However, if one were to see how Payne’s member continued to probe deeply within her, Ashtel would have no choice but to understand his persistence. Since the day began with the sun overhead until now, when it had turned dark, he had been relentlessly squeezing himself out of the succubus’s grasp.
He was expelling the desires he had been holding back, sins hidden from all eyes, and the innocent feelings experienced as a flower waiting for spring. Even the coldest person would develop feelings when touching flesh, and even the most beautiful things can be enchanting.
Moreover, burdened by guilt for attacking Ashtel, he had been unable to resist and had tolerated her advances. Despite always rejecting with words like ‘no,’ ‘don’t do this,’ and ‘I don’t need your help,’ even a clueless human like Ashtel could see from his eyes.
Payne likes my touch. Payne wants me.
Even if he doesn’t understand his feelings, he understands his body. That’s why things are like this now.
Ashtel realized, amid her dilemma of whether to enjoy or refuse, how the few opportunities she had to be with him had begun and ended.
“Ugh…”
This shouldn’t be happening, but given that she had already shed her transformation magic in front of the paladins today, what difference did it make?
As she groaned trying to exert strength, black demonic wings like those of a baby bird sprouted from her shoulders. At the same time, a long, cute, leaf-shaped tail emerged from near her hips.
Ashtel snapped her fingers and coiled her tail into a round shape.
