The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 84
“Does it feel good, Payne? Do you like it?”
“Hngh… yes! Ah! Ugh!”
“You’re crying because it feels good, right?”
Payne, lost in the haze of his overwhelming pleasure, couldn’t comprehend Ashtel teasing whispers. His ability to think or speak properly as a human was long gone.
Instead, he clutched her chest as she kissed him, thrusting into her and crying out like an animal with each deep, forceful plunge into her body. The sensation of heat, the blurred lines of thought, and the way his mind seemed to melt into pure ecstasy—it was all too much.
Payne didn’t realize that the way he was pounding into Ashtel was also driving her into a deeper state of excitement. Moving in sync with her writhing body, he thrust his hips harder until, once again, he spilled his seed deep inside her.
“Ah!”
Payne’s back arched, trembling violently as he released. His body shuddered as clear liquid dripped from him, his body unable to handle the intense heat anymore. He quickly pulled himself out, desperate for relief, but Ashtel tail that was coiled tightly around him, didn’t stop.
Instead, it squeezed tighter. While slick with fluids, it teased the sensitive skin around his entrance. The succubus’ magic, designed to heighten his sensitivity, pushed him beyond his limits.
Sweat poured from him as he writhed, helpless to resist the overwhelming pleasure. He hit yet another peak, despite having nothing left to give.
“Hngh…!”
This time, there was no e–culation. After all, he had already emptied himself completely throughout the day. But judging by the way his eyes rolled back and his breath hitched, the pleasure was far from gone.
Ashtel watched as Payne trembled beneath her. When he finally collapsed, his body was exhausted and unable to take any more. She sighed in relief, knowing that he wouldn’t be getting up again—at least not soon. Her back ached already.
“…Payne,” she murmured softly.
He responded with a weak clench of his muscles, but nothing more. His c-ck wasn’t going to get up again, not this time.
‘So, one round from behind, and he’s satisfied?’
What a….solid taste?
It was clear. Payne seemed to prefer the back than the front.
* * *
It took a while for Payne to completely pass out. It appeared that the pent-up lust he’d been holding back for weeks had finally erupted. Even as Ashtel’s tail thrust into him, he kept moving his hips until, at last, exhaustion overcame him, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.
As soon as Payne fell asleep, Ashtel had planned to make her escape. Unfortunately, she didn’t get the chance. She couldn’t exactly roam Medialle in her succubus form, so she transformed back into her human maid guise.
But as soon as she did, a wave of overwhelming exhaustion hit her, causing her to pass out alongside him.
So, Ashtel lay down in Payne’s bed and fell asleep beneath him. The two slept peacefully, nestled in each other’s arms. However, an unfortunate situation soon arose.
“…Ugh…”
About three hours after they had collapsed, Payne woke up first. It was a quiet, moonlit dawn, the world outside still and calm, even the night bugs holding their breath.
He blinked drowsily before coming fully to his senses. His gaze darted down at his body, where scratches and bruises from Ashtel wild thrashing during her climax covered his arms and legs. He furrowed his brows, and then, feeling an unpleasant wetness below, he lifted the blanket.
And froze.
There was no need to focus on the sticky mess of fluids coating his thighs and surroundings. His attention was entirely captured by a dark, curling appendage. A tail. As thick as the whip he often wielded.
The pale moonlight filtering into the room illuminated the bed, and Payne was certain of what he was seeing.
‘That’s a demon’s tail.’
He found it hard to breathe. He was too stunned to remember his own state, his mind only registering the sight before him. Slowly, he turned his head to look beside him. As expected, something—someone—in human form lay next to him, covered by the blanket.
His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the covers. With no hesitation, as though he was a prey creature cowering before a predator, he gently pulled the blanket away.
What was revealed was a familiar face.
“…Miss Maid?”
It was Sue, the cheerful maid with brown hair and an undeniably attractive face. But behind her back were claw-like wings, and from below her, a tail was twitching and moving.
Payne didn’t rub his eyes. He didn’t need to. He knew this wasn’t a dream.
A succubus was lying right there, in front of him.
