There was nothing else I could say except to apologize. Beads of cold sweat began to form on Ashur’s face. He remained motionless in his seat for a long time, only breathing heavily.
[Translation]
“Hoo…”
“Sir, you don’t look well… Let me take a look at your wounds.”
“It’s fine.”
Although Ashur coldly refused, I couldn’t just pass by and leave Ashur in this state because of me. If something goes wrong, I have to take care of the priest. Even for the sake of my moral conscience, I asked him to let me attend to his wounds!
I pushed my hand towards Ashur’s chest. Ashur trembled and hastily grabbed my sleeve. However, he couldn’t muster enough strength to push me away and only looked perplexed.
“I said it’s fine. Move your hand.”
“If you keep squatting like that, my legs will fall asleep. There’s no need for you to refuse.”
“No, I want to refuse.”
I could feel the contours of his well-built chest beneath the palm of my hand. How can a priest have such a good physique? As my hand moved toward his abs, Ashur, who had been fidgeting with my sleeve, quickly grabbed my wrist. However, he couldn’t hold on tightly and released my wrist as if he were scalded.
“…Isn’t it going too far down?”
“Don’t worry about my bones. Let me take care of your wounds, sir.”
“Ugh, it’s fine. How far is your hand going… Wait, seamstress…”
I swept my hand along his chest and abs repeatedly. A transparent film of water shimmered over Ashur’s red eyes. Is it very painful? I gradually began to genuinely worry about him.
“Lower? Is there more?”
“Stop, please stop touching me. Please.”
His tightly packed eyelashes trembled, and his breathing became uneven, starting to come out in short bursts. Ashur had a face that seemed like he wanted to push me away immediately, but in reality, he only clenched his fist tightly and couldn’t even properly touch a single strand of my hair.
“Isn’t this going too far? Let me at least see your wounds!”
That way, my mocking heart would feel even a little relieved!
“No, don’t touch someone else’s body like that!”
“What on earth are you saying?”
“I can’t just leave you, sir.”
“What did you say?”
“If you’re low on blood, I can give you a blood transfusion. If you need a kidney transplant, I can give you one of mine. So please show me your wounds.”
“…”
“I want to give my sincere devotion to you, sir!”
“…”
Ashur’s red pupils swelled significantly. I faced his strangely frozen expression. Our gazes became entangled in the stillness.
“Ah…”
I realized belatedly that my statement could be misunderstood.
“What I meant was…”
Ashur’s face turned as red as a blooming rose in a garden. Behind the sharp alertness, an uncontrollable sense of embarrassment began to spread.
“But still, it’s not right.”
“…”
Ashur gritted his teeth and stood up. Then, with unsteady steps, he moved away from me. It seemed like I only now understood why Ashur desperately refused to reveal the location of his wounds.
“You really crossed the line.”
How insane and perverted must I have seemed, not even realizing that and asking him to show me? I angrily kicked the cup rolling on the floor. The cup adorned with a pink elephant decoration traced an arc as it fell and disappeared with a popping sound just before hitting the ground.
“Sir, even if I were hit, why there…?”
“Stop caring.”
Ashur was in agony to the point of blood vessels appearing on his neck. Apart from alternately pounding his back with my fists, there was nothing else I could do. But then, as if adding insult to injury, suddenly heavy rain started pouring. It wasn’t a light drizzle like mist, but a downpour as if holes had been torn in the sky.
We stood in the middle of the outdoor garden and in just a few seconds, we became like mice drowning in water. Ashur’s contorted face sank coldly, beyond salvage. Oh, five deities, no, four deities… Do I really have to make a priest who dedicated his entire life for you end up like this? Feeling flustered, I pushed Ashur’s waist.
“Sir, let’s move for now. It’s a shame for your ‘little friend’ to be ruined, and if we stay here, you might catch a cold.”
“My ‘little friend’ is still intact. My body is not that weak.”
That’s what he says, but he cares about every little thing.
We dashed into the nearby sacristy. With each step we took, transparent raindrops fell onto the floor tiles depicting an archangel. I squeezed the water out of my hair and suddenly looked up at Ashur.
I captured the moment when a water droplet fell onto his clean, white cheek. As he lifted his sleeve, his sturdy bare wrist was revealed. Even his protruding wrist bones exuded perfect beauty as if they were sculpted. He had longer and fuller eyelashes compared to others. The raindrops desperately clung to his eyelashes, refusing to fall. Ashur wiped away the water calmly with his wet wrist.
“Look straight ahead.”
He casually warned me as I walked, looking straight ahead. He’s so strict. I grumbled silently for a moment and then obediently focused on what was in front of me.
The magnificent cathedral made of marble, bronze, and platinum caught my eyes belatedly. Even for those without a religion, standing here would evoke a grand sense of awe. I slowed my pace and looked down at Ashur standing under the cathedral. More than a hundred columns, dynamic and splendid ceiling paintings, and wall murals woven with fabric. In this place that represented the epitome of holiness, Ashur blended in without a trace of discomfort.
He was a seductive man who captivated people’s eyes and hearts, but ironically, he suited the image of purity, dignity, and innocence, reminiscent of white lilies. I even thought that perhaps the world could be peaceful because Ashur didn’t wield his appearance as a weapon. It was not an excessive fantasy, but a genuine thought.
‘Difficult situations will continue to arise until I share passionate love with Ashur.’
As time passed, Poring’s tactics were becoming more malicious. Ashur, who used to endure being touched to a certain extent, seemed to be reaching his limit.
It seemed better to spend the night with him before he experienced something even more embarrassing. I couldn’t endure suffering any longer, especially with blessings that didn’t feel like blessings at all. It was time to break free from this vicious cycle. To do that, I needed great courage and determination. It was better to act on my impulses when the feeling arose rather than dragging on aimlessly.
“Sir.”
I grasped the hem of Ashur’s garment and stood before him.
“Please spare some time for me.”
In response to my sudden proposal, Ashur looked at me with cautious eyes. It was natural for him to be wary of me.
“I won’t do anything strange, so come with me.”
Without waiting for his response, I grabbed his hand and led him. I heard a sigh from behind, but pretended not to hear.
I briefly left Ashur in a restaurant where the dinner preparations were in full swing. “Don’t move an inch from here. Not a single step!” After confirming several times that Ashur was still standing there with a furrowed brow, I entered the kitchen.
Among the restaurant staff, I found a young employee who appeared busy but didn’t seem to actually do anything.
“I’ve come on behalf of Priest Ashur. He asked me to take any leftover alcohol.”
The young employee asked with an inexperienced expression.
“Priest Ashur?”
I subtly turned my body and gestured with my chin towards Ashur, who was standing still in front of the kitchen. The young employee’s cheeks turned red in an instant when he saw Ashur. Without even considering suspecting me, the employee immediately nodded his head. Then he handed me a bottle of wine, which I cradled in my arms. As I walked out of the kitchen, I naturally picked up two cups.
“What’s going on?”
I took a sip of wine from cups, then smiled mischievously.
“It’s the medicine that will cure our complicated relationship.”
Finding an empty room in the spacious temple was a piece of cake compared to sneaking out alcohol. I pushed Ashur into the empty conference room and locked the door. Ashur had a face full of discontent. Even though he was following me, he didn’t seem to understand at all why he was here.
“I don’t want to be involved with the seamstress in any way.”
“Yes, I thought the same way too.”
“What do you mean?”
I pulled open the deep red curtain. Through the clean window with raindrops leaving long trails, the outside scenery was visible. I brought two chairs near the window. Until I took a seat, Ashur kept his guard up, staying far away from me.
“Please sit.”
“If you have something to say, say it there.”
“I sincerely apologize to the priest.”
“….”
When I turned my head, our gazes met, and a glimmer of tension flashed between us. He deliberately turned his head away from my gaze. How unpredictable. Ashur didn’t move farther away from me, but if I showed even the slightest interest, he would react as if lightning had struck, startled and fleeing. Suddenly, I recalled the times I used to give treats to a wary black cat. Ashur and that cat both had black fur.
I completely relaxed my body and slouched onto the chair.
“If I ever try to mock you again, restrain me with your strength. Do you really think your arm can’t overpower my thigh?”
“…I’ve never thought of using force against the seamstress. And I won’t in the future.”
His tone indicated rather irritated feelings. I shrugged my shoulders. Whatever.
“I have no desire to receive punishment from you, either. I’m just sincere enough to say such things. Sit down, quickly.”
I tapped the chair. Ashur hesitated for a while, then forcefully called me, He let out a long sigh. His expensive legs finally moved.
“Not there, sit on my lap.”
As soon as Ashur took his seat, words involuntarily slipped out of my mouth.
“….”
“I want to be crushed by Priest’s plump buttocks and thigh muscles.”
“I will comply.”
“No! You can’t!”
I urgently grabbed Ashur’s arm. Disdain flickered in his eyes. Suddenly, a Poring appeared above his head, tap dancing as if it were having fun. I felt ecstatic as I placed my plump, round arms on his chubby waist.
On the other hand, I should consider myself lucky for not receiving a slap from Ashur.
“I have a tic. Mockery comes out involuntarily regardless of my will.”
Even after experiencing it multiple times, it was truly unfair to be treated like a pervert by him. It was a tremendous blow to be seen by the priest who embraces everyone with mercy and love as if I were a bug. As I held his arm desperately, my eyes brimming with tears, Ashur furrowed his brow.
“Priest…”
Ashur exerted a slight force and freed his arm from my grasp. Then he sat back down. Finally, my sincerity had gotten through to him. I felt a deep sense of relief as I poured wine into the cup.
“I don’t like alcohol.”
As I was about to hand him the cup, Ashur drew a line first. I brought the alcohol because of Ashur… Nothing goes as I wish, just like my heart.
I wanted to hear his true feelings. What could be the reason for Ashur, who vowed chastity without obligation?
Judging from his reaction when we were trapped in the warehouse last time, it seemed that Ashur wasn’t as reserved as the rumors suggested. His rationality was quickly consumed by desire, and he had come rushing towards me, trembling enough to forget his surroundings.
If I set the mood right, we could unexpectedly spend a casual night together.
However, if his vow was much more serious than I anticipated, not only would my seduction fail, but there was also a risk of Ashur expelling me from the temple altogether.
“You don’t seem interested in love, don’t like alcohol, and don’t seem to hang out with friends. So, how do you relieve stress?”
“One-dimensional pleasures only corrupt a noble body and mind.”
“You’re younger than me by five years, yet you live life as dull as an eighty-year-old. How boring.”
“…You think I’m younger than the seamstress? By five years?”
“Why are you so surprised? What’s even stranger is that you didn’t know. Just accept the cup.”
Even when I forcibly placed the cup in his hand, Ashur didn’t even think to refuse and just blankly stared ahead. I could still feel his gaze burning on my cheek until I finished drinking my glass of wine. Only after I put down the glass and turned my head did Ashur finally move. He silently placed the untouched cup in his hand on the floor. He didn’t take a single sip.
I drowned myself in alcohol, using the sound of pouring rain as background music. Ashur silently maintained his position next to me, and as time passed, I could sense his rationality fading away.
“Do you think I’ll get drunk?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t get drunk with just this amount.”
“Your cheeks are redder than before. Please stop drinking.”
“If I get drunk and cling to you, just leave me behind.”
“Then who will escort the seamstress to her room?”
“Oh, so you were thinking of escorting me. How noble of you.”
“…”
“But even if I drink two more bottles of the same thing, I’ll be fine.”
As the intoxication set in to some extent, my tongue and lips felt lighter. I opened my mouth, reminding myself of the original purpose.
“Why do you think I came to the temple?”
Although Ashur didn’t respond, I could clearly read his thoughts from his expression. It seemed like he believed I had intentionally approached him here, aiming for his body. Unintentionally, a faint laugh escaped me. You have quite an ego. I poured wine into the cup and emptied it in one go. Ashur’s face contorted as if he had seen a monster.
“It’s hard to believe, but I was drawn here. You know that feeling, right? It feels like being trapped in a dark mine. I took a spoon and madly dug through a wall that wouldn’t budge, hoping to see some light. But then a faint light seeped through from the side, and a horde of mice with spoons rushed toward the light.”
“…”
“Everything collapsed with a crash. Everything I had built up was gone in an instant.”
“What did the seamstress want?”
Unexpectedly, Ashur reacted to my words.
“A designer. I poured out everything I had. But one of the mice chewed up my dress before judgment.”
It hadn’t even been a month since my hope had been distorted. The despair of that day hadn’t completely healed enough for me to talk about it calmly. However, I had managed to pretend to be fine. I turned my head to face Ashur.
“Since I shared my story, please tell me about yourself.”
“Life isn’t interesting.”
“Maybe someone finds it interesting that my life has gone to ruin and talks about it.”
“…That’s not what I meant.”
“Why do you want to keep your chastity? Even though you’re not obligated.”
I wasn’t being sarcastic; I was genuinely curious. I pulled my knees up onto the chair and turned my body towards Ashur. He stared at my mouth with a wax doll-like face. The sound of rain was as loud as thunder. He still wouldn’t speak, would he? In a fleeting moment when my expectation turned into disappointment, something damp touched my mouth and then fell away.
Instinctively, I blinked and leaned back. What had brushed against my mouth was Ashur’s sleeve. What was that about? However, the brief moment of doubt was completely washed away by his sinking voice.
“I made a vow.”
Oh, he’s going to talk. I nodded continuously.
“What did you vow to your god…?”
“To my first love.”
…What? The slight drunkenness that had clouded my mind dissipated like a wave. Ashur had a first love? It was as absurd and nonsensical as the fact that the god of love had the form of an elephant. It didn’t seem like Ashur was lying…
I moved my stiff lips and asked.
“Who is it, exactly?”
“She is not here. She answered the call of the gods before me. When I met you on the stairs last time, it was her anniversary.”
The faint fragrance of chrysanthemums that emanated from Ashur that day naturally came to mind. Ashur had been keeping his vow to his first love all this time, not to preserve his purity in order to serve the gods with a chaste body. I couldn’t grasp what to say in response to this unexpected aspect of purity.
At that moment, the sound of a heavy door scraping against the floor was heard from a distance.
“Who’s inside?”
Due to the sudden intrusion, our first drinking session quickly came to an end. I don’t even know how we returned to our quarters. All I knew was that I was in a crazy situation where I had to trample on Ashur’s purity.
*
The monsoon season had officially begun. Dark clouds covered the sun and moon, and occasional lightning struck fiercely. As I quietly watched the city shutting down, I closed the curtains.
It was a perfect night for our operation.
“Poring, I really only trust you. You know that, right?”
-Well, yeah.
I had tried to calm my mind during the day, but as I was about to start, my heart began to race again. I fixed my restless gaze on Poring. Poring wore the purple nose cover I had made and tilted its head playfully. I nervously grasped its round ears with both hands.
“Don’t give me vague answers. All my courage is coming from you. It’s a plea not to betray me like this! Oh, gods, please!”
-Why would I interfere when you’re cooperating with the blessing?
With Poring’s ears still in my grip, I brought my face closer.
“Let’s go over our plan. Let me see if you remember it properly.”
-You’re such a suspicious little lamb. If you’re ambushing the sleeping Ashur, I’m planning to enjoy the show.
“What if we leave out the important parts and just talk?”
As expected, I was the only one trembling and nervous. Poring, my accomplice, or rather, the mastermind of this crime, was enjoying the situation instead of being agitated. Well, what could I expect from a deity? I put Poring into the front pocket of my bag.
“Thanks to Poring’s blessing, I hope I won’t end up trapped in an underground prison.”
*
Only individuals with a certain amount of divine power, including the king of the country, could enter the Temple. The exception was the employees responsible for managing the priests. They were allowed entry with the artifacts distributed twice a day at the temple. However, the security of the Temple was strict, as the artifacts were only distributed as a one-time provision to those who had worked at the temple for more than five years.
“I’ve opened it. Go in.”
But I had a key better than the artifacts. It was none other than the Poring God! With Poring’s help, I was able to infiltrate the Temple without any difficulty.
I stood in front of Ashur’s bedroom, a place I had visited only once before. I hadn’t even seen Ashur’s face, yet my neck was already tingling with nervousness.
“Poring,”
I called him in a hushed voice. Poring, who had been giggling incessantly, also became tense as I became excessively nervous and gave me a determined look. Poring pressed its heart-shaped nostrils against the door. As Poring’s body became transparent like a jellyfish, a pink light started to shimmer. The light spread through the nose and rippled across the entire door. After concentrating for a while, Poring stepped back from the door.
“Is he asleep?”
-Yes, definitely. I made sure he fell into a deeper sleep since he was already asleep.
I let out a breath filled with tension. As I grasped the doorknob, the cold touch of platinum stuck to my hand. There was no point in hesitating now that I had come this far.
When I opened the sturdy door, a spacious living room appeared. The candles adorning the table and walls prevented the room from being completely dark. With utmost care, I gathered my attention to the tip of my toes and cautiously searched for the bedroom. After opening and closing a few doors, I finally found Ashur.
Buried under pure white blankets, he looked like a prince from a fairytale. What a carefree sleeper. His black hair spread across the pillow, and his long eyelashes created a poignant shadow. I was captivated by his unreal beauty.
“Why? Seeing him sleep makes me so excited, doesn’t it?”
“It’s noisy.”
I slowly uncovered the blanket. He was only wearing a light summer silk robe. When I untied the robe’s string with my claw-like fingers, a well-toned and exquisite body appeared. I deliberately avoided looking at his chest or abs and focused my gaze solely on his black underwear.
Even when I poked the underwear with my fingertips, Ashur, whose consciousness was locked by Poring, remained sound asleep, oblivious to the world.
“This is the first time I’ve taken off men’s underwear with my own hands…”
After swallowing my dry saliva, I hooked my fingers on the underwear. And then, I pulled it off in one go. Whoa, crazy. Wait a minute… A massive flesh between Ashur’s legs stole away all my attention and sanity. I knew from my previous experience that it was huge, but seeing it in person made its presence even more enormous. Moreover, his erect penis was not only smooth without a single hair but also had a pink color untouched by any touch.
Poring let out a loud whistle from behind. Startled, I quickly moved away from the bed as if I were escaping.
“Surpri… Poring! What are you doing?”
-It’s the most beautiful shape among the genitals I’ve seen so far.
“You’re admiring it now?”
-Then what should I do?
“If you had even a trace of conscience, you should be concerned about me. Look at that ridiculously enormous… I don’t
even want to say ‘penis.’ It’ll get bigger when it’s erect… Ah, how do I insert it?”
Even Poring, who had never shown sympathy for my agony, looked at Ashur’s genitals with interest and nodded in agreement.
-You’re going to have a hard time.
“Ugh, damn it.”
I wiped my face and approached the bed again. Escaping was not an option. Accept it. Accept it. I had no choice. It won’t be that big of a deal once I actually do it.
“First, I have to make it… erect.”
But what kind of person gets aroused by someone sleeping? Should I touch him? I brought my hand to the inside of his thigh. Feeling the contours of his muscles, I slowly brushed my hand up to his thigh. However, his genitals remained unresponsive without any change. I dared to tease his genitals a bit more. It had a warm and soft texture when I touched it.
“…No, not even clay. What if I find pleasure in this?”
Poring sat on Ashur’s abs like a chair. Looking at his flaccid and drooping genitals, Poring shook its head.
-It doesn’t seem like touching it will arouse him.
“Really?”
-He needs psychological stimulation.
“What do you mean?”
-Remember when Ashur, who never blinked an eye at any temptation, got excited like an animal when he was trapped in the warehouse with you?
“That’s right.”
-He needs pressure. He belongs to the category that enjoys being stimulated in situations where he can’t refuse.
Poring hopped off Ashur and walked up to his face, pointing at his ear.
-Try talking dirty.
It should make sense. No matter how unique Ashur’s preferences are, talking dirty should be more arousing than touching him directly.
“Priest, it’s me, Heather.”
-Uh, seamstress, seamstress!
I blinked my eyes at Poring’s exclamation. I pretended to deceive him and whispered in his ear, and his previously unresponsive genitals began to show some reaction. I stared at Poring in astonishment.
-See, that’s what I said!
But it still seemed challenging to insert his genitals. Poring tapped my shoulder with its two feet, urging me.
“Don’t just stand there, do more!”
Ugh, what do I need to know? If it were an extravagant Algoth, known for his diverse sexual preferences, he would have poured out dirty talk without hesitation, but I knew nothing. If I had known something like this would happen, I would have taken private lessons from Algoth! Before Ashur’s genitals wilted again, I blurted out whatever came to mind.
“I’m sorry. I also want to protect your purity and innocence, Priest…”
-Who told you to apologize? You should arouse him!
Poring scolded me sternly. Fortunately, his genitals were still responsive. I lowered my head slightly.
“You’ve been waiting for me, right?”
-Oh, good. Heather, do more. More.
“Priest, you won’t remember any of this today. You’ll renew your vow of purity as if nothing happened.”
His penis swelled like a soaked sponge. It was fortunate that this nonsensical method had an effect, but I was starting to feel a little disgusted. How long is it going to keep growing? Huh? Poring, unaware of my complex feelings, became excited and shouted.
-Heather! Don’t rest until it’s fully erect. Say something more stimulating.
“Ashur…”
-Yes, more.
“Do you like it when I take charge?”
-Oh…
“Uh-uh… Whose is this penis?”
His partially erect penis shrank instantly. Poring yelled, asking what it had done. Wasn’t dirty talk supposed to have this effect?
“Mmm, Ashur. It tastes so good. Ahh… It’s delicious.”
-Did you set up a restaurant? Why do you keep saying it’s delicious?
A pink sole slapped against my back. It didn’t hurt much, but I was a bit disappointed because I had tried my best in my own way.
“What should I do then? I don’t know any dirty talk.”
-Just call out a name. It seems to have an effect anyway.
In the end, I managed to make him erect by whispering a name in his ear. Now, the real challenge begins. I took off my underwear and neatly spread it on one side, then climbed on top of him. Poring watched me with sparkling eyes.
“Um, this doesn’t seem right.”
-Is it wet enough down there?
How could it be? While it was true that I briefly hesitated when I saw Ashur’s perfect body, the excitement that had risen slightly disappeared as soon as I realized the reality of needing a weapon suitable for defeating a villain.
“I can’t concentrate because you’re watching.”
-The gods always watch over humans. They know whether you’re having group sex or committing adultery. So don’t feel burdened.
“I didn’t want to know about those things.”
I gripped his sturdy shaft with a grim expression. Transparent pre-cum was flowing from the cracked slit. Why is he getting so aroused just from me calling his name? I wondered what dream Ashur was locked in, unconsciously.
-Try pleasuring yourself and wetting it.
“You want me to masturbate in front of the sleeping Priest Poring?”
I shook my head vigorously. I really couldn’t do that. To whimper and moan as I stimulated myself with my own hands. It felt like my dignity would crumble into dust. It was embarrassing and shameful just to imagine, and I wanted to tear my hair out in frustration.
-Hmm. Then at least try teasing it.
Poring pointed to Ashur’s genitals with a nod. Transparent pre-cum was slowly dripping down from the glans. I bit my lower lip and looked at his penis. Even if it was wet enough down there, it was definitely too big to put in, and in its current state, it was out of the question. Well… it’s much better than pleasuring myself with my own hand.
I slowly lowered my legs and pressed my lower body against Ashur’s penis. As soon as the smooth surface touched me, I could feel the warmth.
“Hmm, this is strange…”
I moved my hips back and forth while keeping Ashur’s sleeping face in my sight. I could feel the friction between our touching genitals, and his leaked pre-cum was seeping under me. Ashur’s chest was rising and falling at a steady pace. I realized that I was doing something terrible to him, but I couldn’t stop moving my hips, as the friction was making my lower region damp.
“Huh, even just like this… Ahh… It’s so big.”
The erected pillar fiercely thrust between my labia and through the cracked opening. I even had the illusion that what lay beneath me wasn’t a man’s genitals but a freshly baked baguette.
As I moved my hips, sighs escaped my lips without my knowledge. Maybe it was because of the stimulation on my firm clitoris. My body became sensitized. My body hair stood on end, and my breath couldn’t reach deep down; it only fluttered around my throat. Unconsciously, I had forgotten my initial purpose of rubbing against him and had turned his firm chest into a tool for self-pleasure, deriving pleasure from it.
It was at that moment, when a mysterious heat was consuming my mind. I noticed a twitch in the corner of Ashur’s eyes. Huh! I froze my body like a thief caught in the act. I held my breath for a while, observing Ashur’s response. Perhaps it was just a habit of his sleep, as he returned to his peaceful state.
“Hah… I thought you were waking up.”
As I lifted my body slightly, I saw my sticky fluid stretching out like a spider’s web. This should be enough. I grasped Ashur’s moist chest and aligned it beneath me. My mouth went dry on its own. Along with a subtle sexual tension, a sense of audacity for plundering the priest surged within me. Taking a deep breath to make my chest swell, I lowered my body.
“Ah… Ah, this… It’s insane!”
It felt like I was thrusting my fist into a tight space. This size is not suitable for sex. Even though I looked at Poring with a face resembling that of a crying child, Poring only casually made a comment.
-It’s okay, you won’t die.
Then why don’t you try getting impaled once? I raised my body like a person on fire, hesitated for a moment, and regained my composure.
“Uh, ah…!”
The pain felt as if the glans were being torn apart, even though only the tip of the glans had been inserted.
“If you take it out now, it will hurt even more next time.”
“I know… Ah, really, it’s tearing… Ugh!”
I barely suppressed the urge to run away and clenched my teeth. I managed to lower my body while enduring the sensation of my walls widening and was able to swallow the glans. The feeling of my lower part widening strangely sent shivers down my spine.
“Ah!”
As I was momentarily holding my breath, Ashur, who had been quietly sleeping, suddenly thrust his hips forward. My vision flashed white, and his glans forcefully pushed into me. I barely managed to hold myself from collapsing.
Did he wake up? I looked up and stared at Ashur. His eyes were still closed, but his face showed a pained expression.
“Why are you… Ugh, ah!”
Ashur thrust his hips forward again. I couldn’t prepare myself for the stimulation, and I collapsed helplessly. I endured the pain and pleasure while gripping his abs with my hands. My thighs trembled violently, and the foreign sensation that penetrated deep inside my walls made me grit my teeth.
“It seems like you’re getting excited.”
“What?!”
“Looking at his expression, we’ll finish soon.”
“No, wait, huh, just a moment!”
His large hand grabbed my hips and forcefully pulled me down. The sensation of my body being pulled down was instantaneous. I twisted my neck backward and let out a silent scream. His glans had penetrated even the forbidden place.
I felt an intense pain as if my body was being torn apart. It felt as if I were being split in two. But Ashur, who was unconscious, didn’t give me any time to adjust. He continued thrusting his hips while firmly holding me down.
“Ah, yes, it hurts, painful… Ah, ah!”
With the pain came a surge of pleasure. My mouth opened involuntarily, and moans escaped. His glans was already deeply inserted, even reaching the root. I couldn’t move or resist his movements. His glans filled me completely, and I could feel every vein and pulse.
Ashur’s hip movements became faster as if racing toward climax. I was mercilessly shaken on top of him. This wasn’t me devouring him; it felt like I was being… uh… dominated. I clenched my jaw, biting my lower lip. The electrifying pleasure shook my head, and waves of irresistible pleasure rushed in. When Ashur pulled his hips back and thrust upward again, I could feel his fully inserted member trembling. He was ejaculating.
At the same time as his release, I reached the peak of climax. Gasping for breath like a wild animal, I enjoyed the pleasure that dispersed in a white haze.
“Haah, haah…”
“…What are you doing?”
I was slowly coming down from the peak, still in a daze. A deep voice cut through my eardrums like a blade. Ashur’s red pupils were fixed on me, staring intently. What is it? What’s going on?! My mind went blank in an instant. Beyond confusion, a sense of fear surged through my whole body. The Porings that could explain this situation haven’t been visible for some time. Damn it! I’ve been fooled again!
Ashur’s eyes landed on my face and slowly descended. He must have seen me with my legs spread, holding his glans. Ashur’s expression twisted in despair.
“H-How…”
“That’s… Priest…”
“Is my purity defiled?”
“I’m sorry. But it’s not because I was lusting after your body, Priest. I just had circumstances I couldn’t avoid…”
Various emotions flickered across Ashur’s face. He seemed to be experiencing both loss and pleasure simultaneously. If I end up being dragged away by the Temple Knights at this point, damn it, the blessing will be over. I decided to arouse the pleasure of betraying his beliefs.
As I brushed his bare chest with my hand, Ashur gasped and held his breath. His trembling pupils met my gaze. He looked like a frightened young deer. I wrapped my arm around Ashur’s neck and whispered subtly near his nose.
“Just let me do it ten more times, and then I’ll stop. After that, I promise I won’t touch you again, Priest.”
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“Huh, shameless… How, while I sleep, ha… And aking away my virginity?”
“Oh, Priest, haa!”
“Now, please… stop this impure act… haa… please.”
It’s you who’s shaking your waist, you crazy bastard. I whimpered while pinned under his robust body. His massive manhood penetrated deep, splitting my trembling inner walls. Overwhelmed by the overwhelming excitement coursing through my entire body, I couldn’t even speak properly, only nodding my head.
“Priest… haa… it’s more than ten times… deeper… haa!”
Tears streamed down the face of the man who lost his purity, dripping onto my cheek. Ashur’s eyes reddened as he continued thrusting despite his sobbing. It seemed like he was experiencing both loss and pleasure simultaneously. Even if it means being taken to the Order of Temple Knights from here, the damn blessings will finally come to an end. I decided to evoke the pleasure of betraying his faith.
When I ran my hand across his bare chest, Ashur gasped and sharply inhaled. He raised his trembling eyes to meet mine, resembling a frightened young deer. I held Ashur’s neck tightly, whispering softly against his nose.
Ashur’s frustrated emotions flickered across his face. He seemed to be experiencing a mix of loss and pleasure. The Poring that could explain this situation hasn’t been visible for a while. Damn it! I’ve been fooled again!
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