Chapter 36

The sharp sensation was maddeningly good. Her passage gushed lubrication, coating his shaft and dripping softly over her perineum.

“Five, ah, uh…”

Her legs weakened, so she held onto his shoulders for support and barely managed to lift herself. Her passage, tight, gripped the shaft to the very tip as it slipped out, wet sounds and golden pubic hair soaked. 

Realizing the trick, Ariena only lifted her hips enough to keep the tip inside, arching her back to scrape her itchy ceiling, then sitting down hard. Her sensitive membranes were stroked in a straight line. The pleasure tingled even her toes.

It was a muddy kind of pleasure. Even in her blurred consciousness, she knew she was passing a point of no return. Shame and morality lost their meaning. The feeling of falling was cozy. As she sank endlessly into the mire, Ariena repeated the numbers like a lifeline.

“Seven, ah, no—mm!”

“Eight, ah, please… huu…”

‘Ah, Goddess…’ 

Ariena unconsciously called for the Goddess. Receiving him before the sacred flame and calling for the divine—she’d be struck by lightning for sure. Yet, nothing happened. Ariena twisted her lips.

“Ah, uh, too… much…”

Trying to rise after swallowing him to the hilt, Ariena collapsed. Her knees were too weak to lift her body. She’d reached her limit. The repeated waves of pleasure had robbed her of control.

Ariena panted against his shoulder. Karil gripped her thin shoulder blade, tracing her sunken muscles and kissing her small earlobe.

“You’ve worked hard, being my passage.”

“Uh…”

“I’ll help with the rest.”

Karil gripped her bottom, fingers digging in as if to burrow into her flesh. Like pushing a swing, he lifted her skin and dropped her down. Ariena arched her back as if struck by lightning.

“Nine.”

“Haa, uh…!”

“…Ten.”

“Ah, mm, deep… huff…”

Karil counted the remaining numbers. At last, it was over. Ariena rested her sweaty forehead on his solid shoulder, exhaling deeply to steady her pounding breath. Karil patted her back as if soothing a feverish child.

“I didn’t expect you to move your hips so eagerly.”

“……”

“You really have a talent for this.”

Ria summoned her strength to glare at him. Karil laughed softly, gripping her round hips. Smiling with narrowed eyes, the scar beneath his eye folded darkly.

“You’ve worked hard, so you deserve a reward.”

“A reward…”

“This time, try calling my name as you come.”

“……”

“I’ll help you, my lovely Ariena.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than her hips were lifted and dropped hard. Ariena’s chin jerked up in a spasm. Her silver hair spilled down in waves. For a Saintess who’d only just learned a man’s pleasure, it was an overwhelming stimulus, but only the beginning.

Her ivory body moved up and down, pounding like a pestle. Ariena remembered the man’s earlier m*sturbation. Just as his hand had moved fiercely, now Ria’s body, her whole passage, was shaken up and down.

“Haa… Why are you so tight?”

“Awh, mm… uh…”

“It’s a shame. I should have taken you here first. Your passage tightens when you see the sacred flame.”

“……”

“Do they train you in the temple to tighten up when you see the Goddess?”

The man, whose mouth was always proper, now spewed lewd talk without restraint. His eyes, intoxicated by a mysterious sense of victory, glittered madly. He couldn’t help but reveal the side he’d always hidden from Ariena.

“You’ve raised such a tight passage and given it to me, so my donations weren’t wasted.”

Ariena gasped weakly. Her mind tangled, muscles clenching and releasing. As she staggered backward, his strong arms held her tightly, making her lean forward, then shaking her body again without mercy.

“Hic. Ah, mm—!”

Ariena reached cl*max helplessly. Her toes curled as if scorched, her spine stiffened. The sharp pleasure wiped her mind blank. Her inner walls, stretched to bursting, clenched in spasms.

“Hoo…”

Karil grimaced fiercely, curling his body. His jaw muscles bulged as he clenched his teeth. Barely restraining himself, Karil exhaled a frustrated breath through his teeth. Biting her trembling white nape, he threatened,

“Squeeze gently, Ria.”

“Uh, ah, too… haa—!”

“It’s maddening to take the Saintess before the Goddess. I almost don’t want to finish yet, so relax your passage.”

“Uh…”

“Next time, call my name. Otherwise, I’ll keep going until the Priests come looking for you.”

Karil lifted Ariena’s arm, buried his nose in her armpit and inhaled deeply. He kissed her repeatedly, sniffed, and slapped her below. Finally, he bit a mouthful of her armpit flesh.

“Hoo… your scent.”

“Haa…”

“Saintess, you don’t realize how lewd you smell. I bet even the Priests think of you at night and stroke themselves.”

“Uh…”

“I guarantee even that dog of a High Priest wants you for himself.”

“N-no…”

“Of course. If you offered yourself, he’d be hard and come running.”

Karil bit the tender flesh between her chest and armpit again, then methodically prepared for the final thr*sts. With strong hands, he gripped the flesh beneath her bottom and settled firmly in the chair. Biting her soft earlobe, he whispered a warning.

“Now. I’ll send you one more time.”

“Huu…”

“This time, call my name.”

With a languid whisper, her hips were raised again. Before she could prepare, she was slammed down. Their lengths matched perfectly. The deepest wall was struck. Before the strange ache faded, she was lifted again and slammed down. The excessive pleasure made stars flash before her eyes. But this was only the beginning.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

His hands, gripping her hips, shook Ariena like a toy. The forceful up-and-down motion sped up. Tears welled in her blurred vision, turning the world into an abstract painting. It felt less like *ntercourse and more like being punished by his shaft, the pleasure crushing her whole body.

“Huu, haa, deep… ah!”

Unconsciously, she scratched his neck like a wildcat. Karil paused his thr*sts, then bit her heaving br*ast as if to punish her. The pain, like a punishment, made her lower belly clench.

“You’re squeezing so hard, it’ll be soon.”

“Huff…”

“Should I finish inside when you come, Ria?”

“No, mm… uh, ah—!”

“It’s hard to believe. You squeeze so tight and beg for it.”

No… Ariena thought through her tangled mind. He’d said it was okay, not to worry about children. So maybe it was fine. More than anything, she wanted to devour every last bit of pleasure he gave her.

Surrendering to desire, Ariena silently hugged his neck. Out of her sight, Karil’s eyes flashed. He clenched his teeth so hard his fangs might break.

“I’ll fill your womb with my scent.”

“Ah, mm—.”

“You’ll receive my seed before the Goddess.”

Not only did Karil lift Ariena, but he matched the rhythm of her descent with forceful thr*sts. From the trembling of her waist to the deepest part, he drove in all at once. What came before was child’s play; now he hammered her without mercy.

“-!!”

Ariena couldn’t even make a sound, only gasping for breath. Their flesh slapped together. Her br*asts jiggled violently. Her gripped bottom ached. The pleasure bordered on masochism.

This was not human lovemaking. It was animal mating, with nothing on his mind but pouring his seed into his mate’s womb.

“Ah, Kar, good, huu…”

Suddenly, Ariena found a lewd trick. Twisting her hips in time with his thr*sts, the sweet spots lined up perfectly. Her pleasure-blinded body moved shamelessly.

As she twisted, her membranes and his tip swirled together, frothing clear fl*id. White, clumped liquid stuck to her soaked pubic hair.

Karil, savoring the Saintess’s fall, spanked her bottom in praise. Ah, Ria’s m*an broke off. Still, she kept circling her hips. Karil laughed, almost in disbelief.

“How did you live all this time without a shaft?”

“Huu, Karil, ah—.”

Ariena begged for pleasure. Karil obliged, changing angles and stroking every weak spot inside her. Ariena writhed. Just half a day ago, the Saintess hadn’t known a man, but now she bounced her hips, squirting her juices.

“Huu, good, so… mm, ah!”

The delicate pleasure she’d built up finally exploded with a piercing thr*st. Ariena stiffened in every limb, writhing. In that moment, her reason vanished; the Saintess no longer called for the Goddess. Instead, her eyes, glazed, repeated only the name of the man pouring pleasure into her.

“Huff, mm… Kar, huu! Karil—.”

Her lover, hearing his name, punished her inside, scraping her walls violently. The Saintess rolled her eyes in ecstasy, unconsciously squeezing with all her strength, feeling every bit of his hard shaft.

As Ariena twisted in cl*max, her gaze met the Goddess riding the golden wolf. Her green eyes, wide, softened into a smile. For the first time ever.

“Hoo, I’m coming.”

Thrusting fiercely, Karil gripped her bottom as if to burst it, driving in to the hilt. The pillar pulsed in her core, the thick tip trembling as it released fl*id. The hot liquid poured into her walls, and Ariena came again, softly.

“Haa… Ariena.”

Karil thr*st slowly a few more times into her walls, now filled with his seed. He kneaded her br*asts, mottled with bite marks, and savored the sensation of her passage tightening and relaxing in the lingering afterglow of cl*max. Her inner walls, filled with fl*id, opened and closed repeatedly, making lewd, squelching sounds. The woman’s faint m*ans overlapped like a harmony. Overwhelmed by possessiveness, the man groaned.

“Ria, hoo… my…”

The man marked her nape with his teeth, as if engraving his claim. Ria, reduced to a puddle, could only blink weakly. Her limbs hung heavy, like waterlogged cotton. Water—yes, that was fitting. If she moved, it felt as if what was inside her would slosh around. The man, having obsessively bitten her nape, finally seemed satisfied and lifted his head.

“I’m sorry. My words were crude.”

“Huh…”

“This won’t happen again.”

He showered her nape and face with possessive kisses. The afterglow lingered, as he nuzzled her neck and ear, inhaling her scent. He kneaded her battered br*asts without tiring. His touch had become natural. The gentle, sinking pleasure was delightful.

“Haa… Ria. Do you remember?”

“……”

“I told you I had committed three sins.”

At his sudden words, Ariena could only give him an exhausted look. His eyes, darkened by the afterglow, met hers. Karil pressed his lips to her temple and whispered,

“Now, I’ll finish my confession.”

Karil gripped Ria’s ribs and lifted her up. The flesh that had filled her below the navel finally slid out. As the plug-like shaft withdrew, sticky fl*id gushed out.

She felt the reality of being ejaculated inside once more, her lower belly tingling. Even after he withdrew, her body continued to open and close on its own. Her spent shame was left as nothing but ashes.

Karil, still holding Ariena, stood up. The sudden height made her dizzy, so Ria wrapped her arms around his neck. The man smiled, seeming to like it. His careful grip showed he was controlling his strength as he seated Ria alone in the chair.

“Ah…”

When the warmth that had enveloped her faded, the air felt chilly. She covered her chest with her slightly goosebumped arms. Karil untied his cape and draped it over her shoulders.

Ariena wrapped herself in the cloth and looked at the man. He was still perfectly dressed in his uniform, except for the fearsome thing he’d taken out below his belt.

The man tidied his clothes, smoothing his tousled hair and straightening his wrinkled uniform. He wiped the wet shaft with a handkerchief and tucked it away. In an instant, he was once again the perfect knight. Seeing him so composed made her realize how n*ked she was.

Just as when he entered, the man stood before Ria. His gaze, from a height almost touching the ceiling, was tense for some reason. He roughly swept his face with his hand and took a deep breath.

“Ria. No, Saintess Ariena.”

Karil raised one leg and knelt, in the posture of a knight making an eternal vow. His reverent face looked up at Ria as if at his lord. His determined blue eyes pierced her.

“I will confess my final sin.”

His well-shaped hand reached for her neck. Snap. Something tore. The pendant string that had encircled her neck like a part of her body. The leash that had seemed like fate fell away as if it were nothing. The man swung his arm and threw the relic.

The emerald cross struck the tapestry. Thud, the sound of metal hitting thick cloth stabbed Ariena like an awl. The green gem slid in a straight line across the black fabric.

His cold hand gripped Ria’s left hand. A cool metal slipped onto her ring finger. Ariena lifted her hand to see it. It was a ring. Sunlight from the skylight above shone on the ring like a spotlight. The teardrop-shaped gem glimmered with rainbow light.

Ariena’s breath stopped. In her wide, frozen vision, the tense face of the man filled her view.

A storybook prince. Her first love. The savior she had to reject. The night’s ruthless raider. And now, the man who wanted to become something else to her. The man she tried to hate but couldn’t, which made it all the harder.

“I confess my third sin.”

The man smiled. The beast who had everything but lacked one thing, finally bit the nape of his prey. The final repentance was fired like an arrow to bind his lover’s eternity.

“Ariena. You have conceived my child.”

<Confessional of Betrayal> End