Hoo, a rough gasp of breath was scattered on his groin instead of a reply, making Ranshel’s face flush completely red.
Every time the head buried between his legs moved, the entrance, being sucked by Zavad’s lips and wet tongue, melted stickily.
Ranshel didn’t even notice that the hands that had been trying to push Zavad’s head away were now instead grasping and pulling his hair, as his hips bucked.
Everything happening today was a first, but the lips sucking his opening right now were an action that broke and shattered all the resolve he had firmly made.
He had been thoroughly prepared for the eventuality of Zavad, having lost his reason due to excitement, relieving his sexual urge with Ranshel’s body, but he had not expected at all that Zavad would lick the dirtiest and most shameful part of his body.
Moreover, he had never imagined that this act would stimulate his sexual sensations and drive him to an extremely excited state.
“Ah, ugh, no….”
Ranshel’s highly aroused body was now dripping fluid from his untouched penis every time the soft flesh stroked and caressed the inner wall.
Since Zavad had his face buried between Ranshel’s legs, the fluid welling up from the tip of Ranshel’s penis pattered down onto Zavad’s beautiful hair.
Ranshel, horrified, urgently gripped his own penis to tightly block the urethral opening.
His lower abdomen was aching with the accumulation of the feeling of impending ejaculation.
“Young Master, ah, please stop, don’t lick….”
When Zavad inserted his finger, Ranshel only felt a sense of rejection from the unfamiliar foreign object, but now, his opening felt like it had become another penis that Zavad was stroking.
A feeling of heat, as if a curse had been cast, arose wherever Zavad’s touch reached.
Ranshel, blocking the tip of his glans with his thumb, desperately endured the sensation of his insides being stirred while Zavad melted his underside.
Finally, when Zavad lifted his head, wiping his wet lips, Ranshel blinked his wet eyelashes, his clear eyes full of tears.
“…Why are you trying to cry?”
“T-That, dirty place…”
“Do you want me to lick your feet too?”
When Ranshel desperately shook his head, Zavad chuckled and brushed back his hair, which was wet with water and a strange fluid.
And he pulled out the glass bottle hanging from Ranshel’s waist.
Ranshel, staring blankly at Zavad’s face, turned pale as he recognized what the bottle was.
“Surely, Young Master, ah…!”
Ranshel had no time to ask anything.
Zavad immediately poured the holy oil from the bottle onto his hand and forced his index finger into the moist opening, which had just been holding his tongue.
The opening, which had desperately tried to push out the foreign object until now, now readily accepted the finger burrowing into the inner wall, as if welcoming a long-awaited guest.
Ranshel’s body trembled as he felt the slick oil travel down the firm finger and moisten the inner wall.
To be wetting his backside with oil consecrated by the Holy Emperor, in the Temple’s resting place.
It was the epitome of sacrilege.
Ranshel endured the pressure of the fingers, which increased to two, then three, with the slick oil, and muttered with a face red with deep shame.
“I feel like I’m going to hell….”
Zavad was gripping his own penis and stroking it to masturbate, trying to endure the sensation of the sticky inner flesh wrapping around his fingers.
Barely keeping his consciousness from snapping, he widened the fingers inserted into the narrow opening side to side before completely pulling them out.
The somewhat loosened entrance was gaping, revealing its soft inner flesh as if searching for something to fill the void.
At that moment, Ranshel’s vision completely blackened.
A murky sound, like a beast growling, was crushed between Zavad’s teeth.
“……Come, with me.”
“Ah!”
A hot palm seized the back of Ranshel’s knee and pushed it upward.
Both of Ranshel’s legs were forced wide open, and Zavad’s heavy upper body, covered in muscle, pressed down on Ranshel’s body as if to crush him.
The sheer force of the grip caused all the seized areas to throb, and Ranshel’s lungs were squeezed so tightly it was hard to breathe.
Ranshel moaned and looked up at Zavad with yearning.
Zavad’s pupils had completely blurred.
His red eyes were deeply sunken, burning with sticky desire.
If he had been desperately holding onto the last sliver of reason until now, it seemed that his limit had truly arrived.
“You are coming with me… wherever it is.”
Something thick and strong touched the entrance where his fingers had just been penetrating.
Ranshel tightly closed his eyes at the sound of his heart pounding as if to burst.
“Ugh, hoot… Aah….”
The hot, hard penis stickily forced open the opening, which was slick with holy oil and bodily fluids.
The hot fireball, which burned even brighter with the oil, delivered a dizzying burn, crushing the tender inner wall.
Ranshel trembled as the crimson shaft tightly forced its way through the entrance.
Despite the effort Zavad had put in to resist the curse and loosen the opening, the uninitiated hole could not withstand the aggressive thickness and tried to convulse and expel the penetrating member.
The more the opening constricted, the more Zavad let out a boiling groan from his throat, and Ranshel gasped repeatedly from the pain that felt like his underside was splitting.
It was the moment Ranshel thought he was truly going to be torn apart somewhere.
Squeak, as the penis penetrating his underside pierced a deep spot inside the opening, Ranshel’s body gave a great tremor.
The sharp pain vanished completely, and the sensation of impending ejaculation, which he had desperately tried to suppress while his rear was being licked, began to surge rapidly again.
“Ooh…?”
Something was strange.
A peculiar thrill ran from the base of his spine.
His toes curled up from the scratching sensation in his belly.
The inside of his skin tingled ticklishly.
Ranshel desperately shook his head, but the penis thrusting into his underside violently pierced the very spot he was feeling.
“Ah-ugh…!”
Ranshel’s straight back arched, and his smooth, rigidly erect penis convulsively spat out ejaculatory fluid with a spasm.
A waterfall of sensation rushed over him, as if a blocked dam had been broken.
Ranshel gasped raggedly, clutching the blanket as his vision flashed white.
He had no idea what had happened to him.
This was a sensation completely different from getting off by stroking his penis.
Inside the opening, which had become another sensitive sex organ, something equivalent to a deadly poison that paralyzed reason lay in wait.
This couldn’t be happening.
Ranshel’s shoulders trembled with unknown terror, and he frantically tried to pull his body away.
However, the body pressing down on him was immovable, like a massive rock.
Ranshel pushed at Zavad’s chest with both hands and shook his head.
“Just, a moment, this is, strange, I, just a moment… Hoo-ugh?”
When Zavad thrust his hips forcefully, the penis inside bent and scraped his belly.
An unfamiliar sensation surged up his spine.
Ranshel, terrified, switched the hands that were pushing Zavad away to grasping his shoulders, clinging to him tightly.
Soon after, the merciless thrusting began.
Zavad’s strong hands grabbed Ranshel’s ankles, spreading them wide, and began to forcefully plunge his penis in, as if skewering him from above.
The sound of flesh thwacking was loud, and the penetrating penis kept crushing the exact same spot.
“Hoo-ugh, ah! Ah-hoot, ugh… Ah, stop, I don’t want… Hyaa!”
Ranshel, gasping for breath, forgot how to breathe as he convulsed with the overwhelming pleasure.
