Episode 66

“You wanted this with me, didn’t you?”

Kyle, his face buried against her chest, mumbled something in a muffled voice and shook his head. His high-bridged nose brushed against the valley of her breasts.

“You held back well. You don’t have to anymore.”

That was the signal. Kyle unwrapped the legs coiled around his waist and laid Rosanna down on her back. Her underwear, which had been covering her secret place, slid off her legs in one motion. Holding the garment in his hand, Kyle let it fall beneath the pew. His ash-gray eyes, which had been observing Rosanna sprawled out in complete disarray, flared with intense desire.

Just as Kyle was about to join their bodies, Rosanna stopped him and sat up.

“This place is uncomfortable. There’s somewhere better.”

Rustle. The dress that had clung to Rosanna slipped off like a shed skin. It had been bothering her, caught around her hips, so she took it off. Her snow-white naked form was more beautiful than any painting ever made to depict the birth of a goddess from the foam. Kyle, utterly shameless and fully aroused, couldn’t tear his eyes away from her bare body.

Taking advantage of that moment, Rosanna removed the loose clothes still draped over Kyle’s body.

“We’re returning to our original form. Just like it says in the Scriptures.”

A pleasant whisper echoed in Kyle’s mind, convincing him that this was the form most fitting for a truly sacred sanctuary. Now completely bare, Kyle, swayed by her delicate gesture, followed Rosanna.

Rosanna climbed the steps and reached the central altar. She pushed aside the objects placed on it to the edges and perched herself on top. Kyle stood between her legs. As if it had been fated, the altar’s height was just right.

“Hold me.”

Rosanna leaned back on her arms, supporting herself on the altar, and spread her legs wide to receive him. It was the perfect position for them to join.

Kyle stepped in close, gripped her waist, and aligned his erection with her entrance. But the first attempt at penetration didn’t go smoothly. He was clumsy and impatient, so he kept slipping. Grasping his shaft, he carefully aimed for the right spot. The moment he felt resistance, he pushed his hips forward. A moan escaped at the same time.

“Ahh—ah…!”

“Kh….”

The sharp pain made Rosanna’s body react violently. The tops of her feet curled, toes turning inward, and tension surged through her lower half. Her womanhood, resisting the intrusion, tightened. Even though Kyle had loosened her well with his fingers beforehand, only the tip had entered—and it was already tight. It was because he was too large.

Despite his innocent-looking face, Kyle was carrying a weapon below.

“I’m sorry… for hurting you.”

“Ah… wait, ngh—”

Her words didn’t match her actions. Given Kyle’s gentle nature, he should’ve pulled away at the sight of her in pain—but he kept pushing, trying to go deeper. Struggling with the overwhelming sensation, Rosanna caught her breath.

The slightly curved tip of his length pressed against her inner walls, grazing a sensitive spot. Unable to endure the stimulation, her insides clenched around him reflexively.

“Ha, it’s so tight.”

With half of his shaft buried inside, Kyle leaned forward. His light-colored hair likely tickled the nape of Rosanna’s neck. Soon, he began exploring her body with his tongue. It slid up her neck, focusing intently on licking the rim of her ear.

“Tickles… You’re like a puppy.”

Despite the pain, Rosanna let out a laugh as a faint pleasure spread through her. The fullness inside her still felt overwhelming, but staying still made it bearable. Then, his penis slid out, brushing along the folds of her inner walls. As her walls clung to him on the way out, Rosanna exhaled and softly called his name.

But Kyle was in no state to stop, even if she had tried. For a man who had lived a life of restraint, the act of intercourse was an entirely new world. Supreme pleasure overtook him. His hands, gripping her narrow waist, tightened.

Thrust. The second entry was forceful and merciless. Rosanna let out a breathy moan, trembling. The shaft, which had been difficult to take even halfway, now sank in to the base and struck her cervix.

Shallow thrusts continued with a slick, wet sound. Each time Kyle slammed into her, Rosanna’s body was pushed back, prompting him to pull her into his arms.

“Ah—wait, ngh…”

There was no room to speak. Kyle was focused solely on moving his hips, and Rosanna could only moan and tremble in response. The more she took him in, the more the pleasure doubled. Her blood was rushing fast through her veins. That’s why she couldn’t stop him.

When lost in arousal, one’s ability to control power weakens. If she grabbed him now and misjudged her strength, she might accidentally break his bones. Rosanna, who usually prided herself on her restraint, wasn’t confident this time—Kyle’s pleasure-giving force was that intense. So, instead of using her hands, she had to rely on her voice to tell him to stop… but it seemed that wouldn’t work either.

It was a situation of her own making, a result of her own power.

‘I wonder how he’ll react later.’

Once the enchantment wore off, Kyle would remember everything about this night—how he treated Rosanna, how he moved like a wild, untamed colt above her. It wasn’t hard to picture him, mortified and wanting to die once he came to his senses.

Unaware of that future, Kyle seemed solely focused on burying himself deeper into Rosanna, guided entirely by lust.

“Kyle, why are you in such a rush?”

The words slipped out like a sigh, and Kyle hesitated. His ribs visibly rose and fell as he tried to steady his breathing.

“We’re supposed to enjoy this together.”

His dull gray eyes quivered.

“You didn’t like it?”

Why did he always jump to such extremes? Rosanna had intended to gently soothe and coax him, but Kyle’s eyes filled with tears. Even then, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thrusting completely.

“Why are you crying? You big crybaby.”

“I’m the only one who felt good… My body, sniff, it won’t listen to me.”

“It sure isn’t. Looks like it got even harder.”

The thick shaft that had been buried inside Rosanna slid out. Kyle hung his head like he was guilty, but his stiff length stood proudly, untouched by remorse. As Rosanna looked down at his still-hard body, she reached between her legs, gently teasing the place still holding his seed, then slowly ran her hand along his slick shaft.

A soft groan echoed through her mind.

“Hold it in. Got it?”

“I feel like I’m gonna explode…”

“If you want relief, you just have to take care of it properly. It’s up to you.”

Rosanna made Kyle kneel before her.

“Lick it. Like a good puppy.”

Kyle, gazing up at her with desperate eyes, lifted Rosanna’s thigh onto his shoulder and pressed his lips to her outer lips. His tongue wandered as if exploring new terrain, carefully and thoroughly lapping at her soft flesh. He nibbled gently at both folds with his lips before parting them and slipping his tongue inside, moving downward in search of her entrance. Without hesitation, he pushed his tongue in.

His tongue, now immersed in her slick heat, moved in and out, licking around the edges. For a first time, his touch was surprisingly skilled. He flattened his tongue and rubbed it wide, then stiffened it and pressed into her inner walls with practiced precision—just a bit more polish, and even a statue might melt from it.

As Kyle eagerly buried his face between her legs, his nose pressed against a tender, swollen bud. At that moment, Rosanna’s walls clenched and released a sudden rush of slick arousal.

“Ahhh…”

She cried out, her head falling back. The crucifix on the wall appeared upside down in her vision. Everything had poured out. One couldn’t help but wonder what the God said to dwell above might think, watching two naked bodies entwined on His altar. The thrill of defiling a servant of the divine made her close her legs around Kyle’s head. Kyle drank the flowing nectar as if it were holy water.

Now thoroughly soaked, Rosanna wanted something more. Lowering her legs, she placed her hand on Kyle’s head.

“You can come up now.”

“I’ll let you put it in.”

Kyle responded to her softly spoken words and braced himself on the altar to rise. Rosanna thought he’d rush to thrust in right away, given how desperate he was—but instead, he took his time, trailing kisses up her body. From her womanhood to her navel, in a straight line up between her breasts, and finally ending at the tip of her chin.

His lips then met hers. The wet, sucking kiss was almost playful, but the feeling below—where she was stretched wide again—was anything but. It wasn’t quite as jarring as the first time he’d entered her, but the sensation of her insides being pushed upward still wasn’t something she was used to.

Even though her walls had softened and adjusted somewhat, this was simply something she had to endure. There was no shrinking Kyle’s size.

Staggering slightly, Rosanna wrapped her arms around his neck. Kyle eagerly responded to every moan she let out, then trailed kisses down to her neck, sucking gently on the skin. He even left bite marks along her smooth skin. It was something he had learned by mimicking her—vampires marked prey they favored this way. Though Kyle didn’t understand the meaning behind it, the way he nipped at her skin was much like a teething puppy trying to learn.

“Hhng… ah… ahh—uhn…”

The once slow and languid thrusts began to grow urgent. Feeling him nearing his climax, Rosanna tightened her arms around Kyle’s neck. In response, Kyle gently laid her back onto the altar, still wrapped in his embrace. Their faces were only a hand’s breadth apart.

As he continued moving his hips, Kyle looked down at the woman beneath him. Lost in a trance-like state, his eyes had gone unfocused.

“You’re beautiful. Truly… so beautiful, Rosanna.”

“That thing you asked earlier, ngh… is this your answer now?”

How could someone be so adorably sweet even while mating like a beast?

Rosanna let out a dazed, pleasure-drunk smile. Maybe it was that expression that pushed Kyle over the edge—his thrusts grew rougher, shaking her body as he pulled her into an almost crushing embrace. Her full breasts were pressed between them, their nipples rubbing against each other with every movement.

Her already tight walls clenched around him with each twitch, gripping his shaft mercilessly. Kyle was nearing his limit.

“It’s too tight… ngh—”

The muscles from his hips to his thighs trembled with tension. Just as the urge to release surged through him, he tried to pull out—but Rosanna held him in place.

“It’s okay… huff… you can do it inside.”