I Don't Want To Attack You!

“Poring?”

 

Ashur frowned. Not only was the grotesque creature that suddenly appeared unpleasant, but the fact that Heather seemed to be familiar with it also bothered him.

 

Heather, who had been rubbing her forehead, looked at Ashur with wide eyes. Her body had stiffened in shock.

 

“Poring… can you see him?”

 

“I have eyes too, you know.”

 

“Goodness. Really, you’re saying you can actually see it? This little elephant!”

 

“I can see it. But before you ask me any questions, shouldn’t you explain the situation first…”

 

Suddenly, Heather couldn’t contain her excitement, and she leaned into Ashur’s arms. Ashur, in surprise, swallowed his words and cleared his throat. He didn’t pull away from Heather’s embrace.

 

“It’s okay, really!”

 

Heather couldn’t control her emotions and let out a sigh of relief in his arms. Ashur didn’t completely understand the situation, but since she seemed happy, he decided to wait quietly.

 

Wasn’t there a saying that there’s always a way out, even when the sky is falling? Who could have thought that a life that Ashur had thought would be spent being treated as a mentally deranged pervert would be revived like this? His eyes became moist with indescribable emotions.

 

How agonizing and unjust this past month had been. Being treated like human garbage by none other than the priest himself inflicted far more psychological damage than he could imagine. The mere fact that he could now explain his past perverse actions to Ashur compensated for all the suffering he had endured so far.

 

“Could you step back a bit?”

 

An awkward voice came from above.

 

“Oh, sorry. I got too carried away.”

 

* * *

 

She quickly pulled away. Ashur’s ears and neck were a bright red. It seems he got extremely mad from the sudden embrace. My gaze involuntarily dropped to his exposed body. His previously wilted member had regained its strength. I reached out and tied his loosely-worn robe. Ashur quickly tied the strings of the robe and spoke.

 

“Why did you suddenly hug me?”

 

“Right now, that’s not important.”

 

I reached out and grabbed the Poring lying on the bed. Carefully placing it on my palms, I held it up to Ashur.

 

“This is God Agripa, the god of love and destiny.”

 

Ashur’s expression cooled. He seemed to think I was committing blasphemy. To help him understand, I quickly added more words.

 

“Its actual name is Poring. I suppose giving a tacky name to a god doesn’t sound convincing, but that’s the truth. Of course, it’s hard to believe that a creature that almost got squished by you a while ago was devoutly praying with all its heart and soul to a god. But Poring didn’t get squished so easily. It’s surprisingly tough.”

 

-I’m pretty tough.

 

Poring immediately countered. I also knew that gods had a lot of temper tantrums. Stories of humans defying the gods and suffering curses for generations weren’t just tales.

 

-However, Ashur intended to suppress me, not squish me. It wasn’t about squishing me; it was about controlling his emotions. You were the one showing emotions.

 

Sharp. He noticed that.

 

“What are you saying? I was just trying to calm him down.”

 

-You’re getting bolder.

 

Poring flew up from my hand and stood in front of Ashur. He was still looking at Poring with wary eyes. Unlike the magnificent and dignified 8th-ranked sanctification, this insignificant lump that couldn’t even be called a fist probably couldn’t even imagine being a god.

 

-Since Heather looks angry, I’ll help this time.

 

Poring removed the cloth covering his nose and gently flicked Ashur’s forehead with its nose. Although it didn’t seem like a strong flick, Ashur fell backward as if knocked over.

 

“Priest?!”

 

Ashur remained lying on his back for a while.

 

I grabbed Poring’s ears right away.

 

“What have you done?!”

 

-Do you think I would do something bad to a priest? Ashur is an especially cherished human.

 

Ashur remained lying on his back for a while.

 

I was surprised and wiped his cheek.

 

-It might be quicker to show Ashur than to have Heather explain for hours.

 

“Yes?”

 

“You’ve never had me in your heart even for a moment.”

 

“Excuse me? Ah, well.”

 

Ashur’s long eyes drooped like a rejected puppy. It seemed like a heavy gloom was surrounding him.

 

“Anyway, the important thing is that, for the sake of the priest’s safety, you need to sleep with me once every two weeks.”

 

“So, that’s why you came today?”

 

“Yes. I have to return to the dressing room by tomorrow, so tonight was my last chance to secretly sneak in at night. I wanted to consider a way to delay our night together by two weeks.”

 

Knowing about Poring’s existence didn’t make the situation any better. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, it was ongoing, and regardless of the circumstances, we had to spend the night tonight.

 

“Understood.”

 

Ashur agreed surprisingly quickly. I looked up to observe his expression. He had a look that was as pious and polite as he had right before entering the prayer room. Kneeling on the cold marble floor of the prayer room and praying suited him better than shaking his hips on the bed.

 

“Do you dislike it?”

 

“It’s not that I dislike it, but you agreed too easily.”

 

“If it’s the will of the gods, then it’s the duty of the priest to follow.”

 

He spoke with a matter-of-fact tone. I didn’t know if I could maintain that tone when he was lying beneath me. He grabbed my shoulder and turned his body to face me.

 

“I don’t like just going along with things without a thought.”

 

“…”

 

“I hope you’ve enjoyed our relationship enough.”

 

“What? Me?”

 

Ashur lightly pushed down my shoulder and sat on the bed. I looked up at him, who was sitting on the bed with one knee raised in front of me, with a puzzled expression.

 

“Yes.”

 

“What about you?”

 

“I don’t have as much sexual experience as to understand your preferences.”

 

Of course not. This is my first time. His large hand subtly squeezed the inside of my knee. My previously relaxed legs naturally spread open.

 

I pushed aside the disheveled strands of hair on Ashur’s forehead and said.

 

“Just thrusting alone drives you crazy.”

 

Ashur closed his mouth, seemingly embarrassed, and looked down. I considered touching his reddened ears but changed my mind.

 

“This time… I’ll try to make you feel it, Reverend.”

 

“Wait a moment! Reverend, uhm, you keep going there…!”

 

I gripped his shoulder so hard that my fingertips turned pale. Ashur’s face was buried deeply between my open legs. His soft tongue parted the folds and pressed into the sensitive flesh within, instantly sending waves of sensation to the very top of my head. My back arched and trembled as spasms ran through me.

 

Ashur briefly pulled his face back, capturing the sight of me trembling with excitement. Even though I could feel his intense gaze, I couldn’t control my trembling arms and legs due to the spreading sensation of arousal. I just covered my mouth with one hand to muffle the pitiful moans that were escaping.

 

“Don’t… uh, do that.”

 

He had a puzzled expression on his face, not understanding his words. Ashur’s smooth thumb trailed from my clit to my core.

 

“Ah…!”

 

Under the faint light, his hand looked wet and glistened as it moved. Ashur stuck out his tongue and sucked on his fingers with a provocative motion. I didn’t understand why it felt so erotic to see him wrap his thumb around his red lips.

 

“Why are you licking that? It’s dirty.”

 

“There’s nothing dirty between us except my chastity.”

 

Ashur half-closed his eyes and pressed his lips to my knee. With his lustful eyes hidden, his kiss seemed to carry a dedication and nobility toward an absolute authority. He was kissing my knee, holding his lips against it, moving his lips inside, making subtle noises.

 

With each exhale of his breath scattering against the inside of my thigh, the sensation of his lips touching my skin felt strange. Lips that lightly brushed and then held onto the clitoral hood gradually began to encase it. Eventually, his lips bit down on the split flesh and sucked strongly, causing my body to shudder as if struck by lightning.

 

“Ah! No, stop, ah, uh…”

 

The feeling of his tongue delving without hesitation was soft and cold.

 

Chew, slurp, slurp…

 

Each time the explicit sounds of his actions spread, a mixture of cries and sighs erupted from my mouth. The man who had only knelt before the god was now kneeling beneath me, with both his knees on the ground. Waves of pleasure surged through me, almost to the point of dying.

 

“Haah, haah.”

 

“Uh, ah, uh…”

 

Hot hands gripped both my hips and waist at once. With Ashur’s forceful move, my body was dragged toward the edge of the bed. My legs spread even wider as if welcoming his intrusion. Each time his tongue brushed against my clit and circled around, it felt like flames bursting before my eyes.

 

“Ah! Huh, ah, uh… enough, stop!”

 

Instinctively, I moved my hips back to avoid the intense stimulation. However, the strong force blocked my retreat, pulling my body toward his face instead. My pelvis involuntarily jerked, and below, I was pressed against Ashur’s sharp nose. The sense of impropriety, as though I were engaging in a lewd act with a priest’s face, stimulated my imagination.

 

“Haah, haah…”

 

Ashur breathed heavily, intensifying his attention on my increasingly sensitive lower region. The sensation, as if intense pleasure was being squeezed out, dominated my body like an unstoppable force. At this point, Ashur, who had only been kneeling with one knee before, now knelt with both knees beneath me. The feeling of impending climax grew stronger with each passing second.

 

“Haah, haah…”

 

“Uh, ah, uh…”

 

His tongue, now even rougher, continued to tease my hypersensitive area. The sensation, as if pleasure was being forcefully extracted, tightly held onto my body. Ashur, who had now held my hips and waist firmly, suddenly exerted force, causing my body to slide down the bed. As my hips lifted, my lower region was now even more exposed. With the tip of his tongue pressing against my clit and swirling around, I felt a sense of euphoria as if fireworks were exploding in front of my eyes.

 

“Ah! Huh, aah… please, stop!”

 

As Ashur’s fervent actions continued, I instinctively moved my hips to avoid the overwhelming sensation. However, his strength was relentless, and instead, my body was pulled even closer to his face. My hips involuntarily rocked, and the area below pressed against Ashur’s agile nose. The sense of impropriety, as if I were engaged in self-indulgence against a priest’s face, ignited a deeper sense of arousal.

 

“Haah, haah…”

 

Ashur breathed heavily, his intense exhales further heating my sensitive region. The sensation of intense pleasure was becoming almost unbearable. At this point, Ashur, who had been kneeling with one knee before, was now on his knees beneath me. As the climax built, he continued to increase the pressure and intensity, driving me further into the depths of pleasure.

 

“Uh, ah, please…”

 

Ashur looked up and gazed at my face flushed with arousal. Despite that, he continued his explicit actions, making explicit sounds as he licked and sucked. Overwhelmed by the suction, I eventually tilted my head back, letting out a long sigh. Tears streamed down my face as I clung to Ashur, pleading for some relief.

 

“Don’t tease, just, uh! Do it!”

 

Before I could finish speaking, Ashur lifted his body slightly. As my lower body lifted, my elbows naturally touched the bedsheet. With a more convenient angle, his tongue pushed deeper inside me. I extended my curled toes and pushed my hips with all my strength.

 

“It’s getting obscene.”

 

“Ah, uh…”

 

Ashur hastily pulled out his penis. His engorged member throbbed and swelled with a look of frustration.

 

I had received pleasure until now, but I couldn’t understand why Ashur was this excited. I asked, hiding my amazement.

 

“Did you get aroused from pleasuring me?”

 

“Just thinking about the seamstress gets me hard. Don’t other men experience the same?”

 

“So, with one glance, all the men in the world would be aroused?”

 

“Isn’t that the case?”

 

Ashur asked seriously, and I became genuinely curious about what was going on in his head.

 

“You should be making sense.”

 

I glanced surreptitiously at his firm abdomen just above his navel. Could being licked like that really arouse someone this much? I lifted my foot and gently tapped his blunt glans. The force I applied seemed to be absorbed by Ashur’s muscular jaw.

 

“It feels like it’s going to burst.”

 

My thumb gently brushed the tip of his glans. When I lifted my foot, a strand of pre-cum stretched out like a spider’s silk. Excitement had reddened his chest, and his erect presence, along with his flushed ears and twitching abs, entered my line of sight one by one.

 

It was a strange feeling. Heat seemed to bubble up from my heart. Should I give it a lick? Perhaps it was because it was so clean and lacked any blemishes. It didn’t feel dirty at all, just sparked curiosity. Just the thought of pleasuring another man’s member could arouse someone this much. Isn’t it intriguing? Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have imagined doing such a thing out of curiosity. My hand touched his thigh.

 

“Will it not fit in my mouth?”

 

Ashur’s Adam’s apple bobbed significantly. Then, like a herbivore sensing danger, he moved back while holding his fingers towards me. I gripped his fingers, pulling them towards me. He followed me like a docile child. His knees touched the bed.

 

“Just once.”

 

“But this is a bit… Yes, I understand.”

 

“You’ve already released mine, haven’t you?”

 

Ashur fell into a quiet mutter, apparently having nothing more to say on the matter. Without waiting for Ashur’s hesitation, I used both hands to grasp his member. Ashur urgently caught his breath and held onto my shoulders.

 

“Hold on…”

 

Still, he couldn’t fully resist me. He brought the swollen tip of his wet glans close to my lips. Before I could even approach it, his massive glans spread open my lips, brushing against my teeth and gums. When I attempted to put it in my mouth, I became overwhelmed by its massive size and hesitated. A deep breath escaped from above my head. Suddenly, my chin was caught, and my head was forced upward.

 

“Uh…”

 

Ashur’s thumb gently grazed my lips.

 

“It’s not possible. It will tear.”

 

“…”

 

“Your throat might hurt too. I’ll be the only one to lick below.”

 

Ashur pushed me back and my body collapsed onto the soft sheets. His head came frighteningly close to the edge of the bed as he spread my legs wide.

 

“Ha-ugh, ah!”

 

He sucked loudly on my clit and my folds, then turned his head and sank his teeth into my inner thigh. A dizzying wave of pain and pleasure swept through me at the same time as he rubbed his hand up and down his shaft, greedily devouring me beneath him. He buried his face between my legs, his body heaving like a man consumed by pleasure. The tip of his upturned nose rubbed against my clit, his tongue lapping relentlessly inside, as if savoring every inch of my inner walls.

 

“Haah, haah, heather…”

 

Ashur’s hot breath and the sound of his voice invaded the space between my legs. As the messy movements grew more chaotic, the speed at which he held and licked me also increased.

 

“Ha, haugh, hnguh, ah…! Stop, this is strange, aah!”

 

My skin’s sensitivity had heightened. The heat radiating from below gradually intensified and soon engulfed my entire body. I couldn’t control the escalating excitement and let out unrestrained moans.

 

“Ahuh, ah!”

 

Not satisfied with just teasing the insides with his firm tongue, a finger entered me. Deep, deep. As soon as the long finger touched a deep spot, a shiver ran through me. My mouth quivered, but I couldn’t make a sound.

 

“Gently, haah…”

 

His finger quickly extended into two. There was an unfamiliar sensation, but it wasn’t painful. Rather, the stimulation was more unbearable than any pain. Ashur deliberately made the squelching sound louder, arousing a sense of shame.

 

“It keeps flowing out, so I can’t remove my mouth.”

 

“Haah, uhuh, ah…!”

 

Pushing his finger inside as much as he could, he began to move it roughly. Fluid splashed everywhere, and an uncontrollable excitement struck my head. Everything before me turned a faint blue. Extreme pleasure echoed, and I twisted my waist as I screamed.

 

“Aaah! Ashur, hued, ah! Ah!”

 

“Kkhek…!”

 

His previously skin-only touch now included my clit. The forceful movements of his muscular arm caught my attention. Savage and explicit pleasure followed.

 

“Ashur, ah! Please, that, mar- heuk, aah!”

 

Sensation flowed through my blood vessels, heating them to an unbearable temperature as it rapidly increased. It felt so good that the overwhelming sensation became somewhat terrifying. All I could do was cling to his arm, crying out his name.

 

“If it hurts, tell me right away. I’ll stop, so…”

 

“Whether you put it in now or later, it’s going to hurt the same way. Why hesitate like that? You’re going to have to put it in eventually.”

 

Ashur aligned the tip of his member with the hole and slowly began to push it in. The glans pushed and entered my inner walls with a tight pressure. My eyes widened in response to the intense pressure. Anticipating the pain to come, I tightly gripped the bedsheet.

 

“Ah-…”

 

Ashur struggled to insert the glans and then pressed his lips against my ear, cheek, and stiffened neck. Our awkward kissing didn’t fit the situation, but without even this small connection, it felt like I would push him away and tell him to leave right away. As Ashur slowly moved his pelvis towards me, his penis pushed further inside, and I could only desperately hold onto the back of his neck.

 

“Does it hurt?”

 

“No, ah, it’s okay… Ah! Ah, a little, slowly…”

 

“I have to put in more.”

 

“I know, ugh, I know, here, ah!”

 

Ashur pushed his penis, including the thickest part, inside. Sensation of forcibly spreading my inner walls caused me to tightly close my eyes. It felt like I couldn’t take in anymore, as I was already so full down there. However, when Ashur pressed his pelvis slightly, his member relentlessly pushed further inside. The intense insertion made even breathing difficult.

 

“Ah, Ashur…!”

 

“Haah… It’s tight.”

 

“Just a moment, it’s too… big. Ugh.”

 

“Breathe.”

 

Before I could finish speaking, he forcefully thrust downwards without warning. Plop, plop! With every movement, my brain reverberated. My fragile sanity shattered completely, and the desire hidden inside me seized control of my body.

 

Our breathing became rough. We trembled as if we were about to die, groping each other’s bodies, moving our hips aimlessly. The contact of our skin against each other and the fluids that flowed out created a sticky sensation. The heavy breathing cut through the air, reaching the depths of our souls through the secret passage.

 

“Haah, ah, heuuk…”

 

My moans had transformed into cries. I couldn’t even control myself anymore. I moved my hips like a beast in sync with Ashur’s movements and pushed the bedsheets away with my feet due to the pouring sensation.

 

“Ha-yuck, ah! It feels like… I’m going crazy… Please, heuuk!”

 

Ashur’s arm became as firm as a rock. The tendons stood out in his neck, and his hair was wet and disheveled with sweat. The Ashur who always showed himself with absolute restraint, who always faced the world with cold and ascetic eyes, was now lost in lust, running wild.

 

He moved his hips vigorously as if he was on the brink of climax, and I shuddered. The overwhelmingly intense sensation surged up my spine to the top of my head. An indescribable pleasure built up and then exploded like a burst.

 

“Heuuk, ah, ah!”

 

An almost unbearable pleasure washed over me. My body trembled as if my heart was pounding like a hammer, and my muscles stiffened like iron bars. Yet, Ashur, as if he could sense my peak, began to thrust roughly again.

 

“Haah, Ashur… Please, ah, I don’t want this, ah, ah!”

 

Struggling was futile against his massive body. I couldn’t escape from the pleasure. Panting heavily, my desperate cries echoed through the open mouth. I writhed, soaked in my own bodily fluids. At this rate, it felt like my brain would melt away in the heat.

 

“Don’t push me away.”

 

“Haah, ugh…”

 

“You’ve let me experience pleasure, so shake your hips even more violently than me.”

 

Ashur whispered against my collarbone as his lips met it.

 

“Haah, haah, haah…”

 

His hot breath seeped down like a sprint at full power. Ashur, with his nose and lips wet with bodily fluids, took a deep breath against my moistened flesh.

 

“Until you’re satisfied, I’ll keep thrusting, so don’t resist.”

 

It was an amusing sound. Even though I was already satisfied, why couldn’t I resist? As I was about to retort, Ashur pulled his hips back and then forcefully thrust them forward again. The sound of wet flesh colliding relentlessly assaulted my eardrums, and his breathing also accelerated with his movements. The overwhelming pleasure surged uncontrollably, making tears well up.

 

“Haah, ah, Heather, Heather…”

 

“Haah, please, stop, enough, please!”

 

His lower body moved vigorously as if it had lost control. Unrestrained moans escaped my lips and at the same time, my whole body tensed as if I had a bruised neck.

 

The escalating excitement finally exploded at the top of my head. Holding onto my sweaty back with my arms, I welcomed the climax. The sensation of his penis, fully lodged inside me, moving and releasing fluids felt vividly apparent.

 

“Haah…”

 

“Huu.”

 

I felt Ashur moving his hips slowly, as if spreading his own semen inside me. Despite having ejaculated a considerable amount, his member didn’t seem to shrink in the slightest. Perhaps it’s because he’s young. I was completely immersed in the afterglow of ecstasy. The arm that had been holding him let go and fell weakly onto the bed.

 

“Now, please, pull out…”

 

A small sound like a whimper escaped. However, Ashur was still moving his erection slowly inside my walls. I weakly pushed against his shoulders with my drained hand. There was no resistance.

 

“Lie still, Reverend Seamstress.”

 

“…I can’t, I’m tired.”

 

“It’s not exhaustion, it’s pleasure.”

 

Ashur grasped my waist and spread his legs wider before pressing his penis deep into my inner walls. He kept thrusting forcefully without letting up on the pressure. I whimpered at the pressure from the blunt tip of his penis. But Ashur continued relentlessly, as if he had lost his priestly virtues, driving me relentlessly.