The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 83
Think about it carefully.
What exactly caused Payne’s e–ction, and why did it fade? It wasn’t hard to figure out.
Payne reacted intensely to the presence of the opposite s-x, to a different scent than his own. Males carried a distinct scent, and so did females. Simply being in the same space with a woman would have him getting e-ect quickly, struggling to hold back until he inevitably collapsed under the pressure.
And that’s where Ashtel came in.
Whenever Payne found himself gripping his e–ction, leaking prec-m and twisting in discomfort, she would discreetly take him somewhere hidden, providing a space for him to release himself.
She’d assist in calming him down, sometimes even using these as a chance to take him deep into her throat. Recently, she had even started to explore other areas of his body.
With these experiences piling up, one thing became clear to her,
‘Does he pass out when he’s satisfied?’
Payne often fell asleep after climaxing. In simple terms, it was like he was fainting. The first time they had s-x, he passed out right after e–culating.
But why didn’t he pass out during those times?
Unfortunately, she couldn’t ponder that question now. Payne was currently pounding into her with such force that it was hard to focus on anything else.
“Ugh… Ah, ahh…”
When Payne pulled back and slammed back into her, the obscene sound of fluids splashing filled the air and soaked the bed sheets. Though he was relentless in his thrusts earlier, after hours of this, he seemed to have learned some control, slowing down just enough to tease Ashtel.
The pace, that was now more deliberate, started to drive her to the edge again.
In the past, she would have pushed him away when things become overwhelming. But now, there was no need for that. She was no longer a fragile human—her wings and tail revealed her true nature as a demon.
The sun had long since set, but within Payne’s room, another radiant light shone: Ashtel’s golden hair, like a blaze sweeping across a field of ripe reeds, spread out over the sheets.
She shook her head slightly, then reached for her tail, its shape shifting as she grasped it.
‘If this doesn’t work, I’ll just put Payne to sleep.’
Of course, using a sleep spell would be tricky to handle afterward. Leaving his body in this pheromone-aroused state without ever releasing was clearly not an option.
‘I wanted to take care of it myself, though…’
Thanks to the regenerative properties of his divine power, Payne’s stamina seemed endless. That’s the man I chose, Ashtel thought. So, she decided to handle his pent-up desire another way.
After all, Payne had recently discovered a new pleasure from a certain area, and when it wasn’t touched, he would make a pitiful face, almost on the verge of tears.
‘I never thought I’d be using my tail for this…’
Without Carmen’s magic tools available, this would have to do.
Ashtel’s tail, coiled like a leaf, started to thicken as she stroked it, transforming into a large appendage. It stretched out, growing long like one of Hela’s tentacle monsters as she tugged at it.
It was around this time that Payne, who was panting, finally paused his relentless thrusting.
“…Ah?”
His priestly robes had long since been discarded on the floor. Ashtel’s tail, smooth yet muscular, glided across the marble-like skin of Payne’s back before prodding at his tightly clenched lower opening.
“Be good now, Payne. How about letting me go?”
Her voice that was once hoarse from crying, had regained its sultry, teasing tone. The devilish lilt in her laugh tickled Payne’s ears.
“Ugh… back there…”
“That’s right. I’m going to do what you love.”
“A-ah…”
There was no need for more touching. His body had already opened every nerve to the sensation of lust.
With only a few gentle strokes, Payne’s backside began to quiver and the entrance loosening.
Ashtel’s thick, undulating tail, pulsing like Payne’s own member inside her, slid into him, easily working his inner walls more skillfully than Carmen’s d*ldos ever could.
“Uh… ah…!”
The hesitant moans quickly transformed into higher-pitched cries, like a bouncing ball beating rhythmically on a drum, echoing through the bedroom.
Gasping for air, Payne tried to pull out the throbbing black tail ravaging his insides. But when his p–state was hit with a deep pulse, he collapsed forward and gripping Ashtel tightly in response to the overwhelming pleasure.
