However, the lack of pressure didn’t mean it was any less intense. The inner walls that had been embracing it for a long time were desperate for continuous pleasure, twitching every time the fake p*nis thrust in. Her pelvis involuntarily jerked.

“Our dear Miss Lily, what to do. You’re in heat even with just a d*ldo like this.”

“Ah! Yes! Ah!”

“Did you imagine being penetrated by me while listening to my sermon?”

“Hng! Ugh! Yes!”

“You didn’t think it was my d*ck instead of a d*ldo? That I was messing you up with my d*ck?”

“That, hng, no, n, no…!”

“Not really.”

Mishael’s chest, where Lionella leaned against, resonated with a pleasant laughter. The sound of friction from the fake c*ck stirring inside her grew louder.

“You’ve always been trembling like this. Like when I told you to do it yourself.”

“Ah! Ah!”

“You tremble before you cum. Look, even now.”

As Mishael gripped Lionella’s chin, forcing her head to stay upright, she involuntarily opened her mouth wide and took in the scene before her.

Her bare legs were spread wide, leaning against Mishael’s legs which were clad in finely tailored wool-silk trousers. True to his word, every thrust made her knees wobble. In the midst of it all, he was poking at her v*gina with a piece of wood. The sound of the artificial penetration grew louder alongside the squelching of fluids. The surface of the fake p*nis glistened with her fluids, spreading pleasure as it stretched her wide to accommodate its girth.

Just as he said, every part of her that came into view was spasming from the heat that had built up over two hours. Despite the smooth surface of the artificial p*nis offering less friction compared to the real thing, every stroke heated the area below her belly.

“Uh, ah, no, please…….”

“Go where.”

“Please, huh? Go……. Go, ah!”

“…….”

“Let’s go…….”

Unable to handle the swollen sensation of her arousal, Lionella began to whine, prompting Mishael to cunningly adjust the angle of the fake p*nis.

“……Hic!”

With each consistent thrust, her crotch throbbed pulsatingly.

“Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!”

The hard tip prodded the most sensitive spot inside her walls. The place that usually throbbed merely from Mishael’s gl*ns sliding over it now sparkled with stars as the rigid wood hit it repeatedly.

“If Aleph were here, I’d tell him to give it a try.”

“Aah! Hah! Aang! Ahh!”

“He wouldn’t touch you, but he’d probably curse you for going to another d*ck.”

Though his laughter seemed amused, his voice actually rumbled with a growl. No matter how much he toyed with her himself, seeing Lionella climax with something else was intolerable.

The excitement of seeing her writhing in her novitiate clothes overcame his jealousy towards the artificial p*nis. Even though his own p*nis was tense enough inside his trousers to push against Lionella’s b*ttocks, he kept his hand moving to drive her to climax.

“Uh, uhh! Aah! Huh! Uhhhh……!”

The prolonged arousal covered her whole body multiple times over. Initially, she had struggled to suppress her moans upon entering the balcony, but now she couldn’t even control her lips and screamed out loud. Saliva dripped from her barely closed mouth.

“Hahh! Ah! Stop, huh!”

Even as her inner walls harshly contracted around the smoothly surfaced fake p*nis and spilled plenty of fluids, Mishael did not slow down. The repeated thrusting made Lionella tremble as if she was broken. It seemed like all blood rushed to her p*ssy, leaving her fingertips and toes pale.

Suddenly, Mishael pulled the fake p*nis out from her v*gina and tossed it towards a corner of the balcony. Actually, it was more like he had dropped it in his haste.

“You said stop, but now you feel empty?”

He eagerly tore through the layers of his cardinal ceremonial robes — the shawl, belt, down to the ankles — while keeping his gaze fixed on Lionella’s v*gina. Perhaps because it had accommodated his thickness for hours, the gaping hole twitched with longing but couldn’t easily return to its original state.

“Look. Now you’re begging for a d*ck.”

“Huh, haah…….”

Ding-. Ding-. Ding-.

At that moment, the bell signaling the start of the night’s event rang long from the temple’s bell tower behind them. It was time, and since the Cardinal had no intention of attending, the ceremony began without hesitation. Though he hadn’t ordered it, the priests conducting the event believed so.

“Should have gone up to that bell tower. On days like today when there’s an event, there’s no one guarding it. Instead of the bell, your screams would have been quite amazing. Did you know you were screaming so loudly just now? Without my hypnosis, everyone outside would have heard your moans.”

His words tumbled out as rapidly as his thoughts bubbled up in agitation, and Lionella lay limply in his arms, barely whispering in response while fully feeling the aftermath of her climax — from the involuntary spasms of her inner walls and v*gina to the numbness in her thighs from tension.

As Mishael adjusted his position, footsteps echoed from beyond the door they were leaning against.

“Huh……!”

A vulgar pillar appeared through layers of sacred robes meant for religious ceremonies, piercing through her v*gina still lost in climax. The slightly softened vaginal walls clenched in surprise at the sudden intrusion.

“F*ck…….”

All this time, as he teased Lionella with the fake p*nis, he imagined it was his own entering and exiting her, which made him nearly reach climax. But when he felt himself suddenly squeezed, he was on the verge of ej*culating yet somehow managed to hold back.

Consequently, the arousal that had heated his p*nis slightly subsided, which might have been for the better. Mishael clenched his teeth so hard his jaw bulged as he corrected his sitting position.

“Look.”

With a thrust of his hips, Lionella bounced on top of him.

“Whether it’s another d*ck or mine, I’m the only one who’ll be inside you.”

“Huh! Ahh!”

“Got it?”

“Ah! Ahhh……!”

“I’ll keep f*cking you. You just have to cry and cum as I give it to you.”

Every day, without fail…… Although his movements weren’t particularly vigorous as he rocked her while sitting, for Lionella, whose sensitivity had heightened with repeated orgasms, and for Mishael, who had been holding back all this time until he finally thrust into Lionella with the artificial c*ck attached to her chastity belt, there was no problem at all.

“Every day I’ll make you cum.”

No, at the moment Lionella cl*maxed with another d*ck, Mishael’s eyes burned black with rage. He grumbled in a voice roughened by uncontrollable lust boiling inside him.

“Sooner or later you’ll get pregnant, hm?”

Thud, thump, each time he thrust upward, Lionella would bounce before sinking deeply enough that his gl*ns could pierce her cervix.

“So, the seed you so despised and scorned is going to swell your belly. But I’ll keep f*cking you anyway.”

“Cr, crazy… You’re, uh, a cardinal…”

“Just quit then.”

As if it was nothing, despite the shock it would cause to anyone listening, Mishael got up and made Lionella lie face down on the floor. Lionella, having been tormented by a fake p*nis for hours, couldn’t even prop herself up and had her face buried in the floor.

“Just wait a little. Once I finish what I’m doing.”

“Ah…!”

Kneeling behind her, Mishael lifted his hips significantly.

“I’ll resign from this position too. Then we’ll leave together. The Parma estate, I bought it.”

Thump! Thump! Thump! His forceful pulling of Lionella’s pelvis continued as he slammed his lower abdomen against her b*ttocks with each insertion. Even sitting in the chapel, he thought he had penetrated deeply, but this was another dimension altogether. Thud, thump! Each time Mishael thrust his hips long, places that hadn’t been stimulated today were hit. Normally, it might have hurt, but instead, a shallow climax spread throughout her body, making her feel like she might go mad with pleasure. Wanting it deeper, Lionella unknowingly shook her b*ttocks.

“Want to lean on the railing?”

“Uh! No, I don’t want… Ah!”

“Then everyone will see you getting f*cked. You like that, don’t you?”

“Ah, uh! No, that’s not it…!”

“Trying to hide behind the railing? But your lower mouth should be seen taking in my c*ck.”

“Uh! Please, stop talking like that…!”

“Should I release the hypnosis? Let everyone see.”

Mishael whispered into Lionella’s ear as he flattened his waist behind her.

“Here is Lionella Parma, who you thought was insignificant because of her father’s sin, receiving divine judgment… Living boldly in the castle.”

“…Uh! Ugh…!”

“As punishment, she’s taking the c*ck of a slave she used to mock in front of everyone, day and night…”

“Uh! No, I can’t… Uh! Ugh!”

“Why. It’s much better to take a real man’s c*ck than ending up on a torture stake.”

“You’re insane… You’re… Ah!”

“How many times do I have to say it’s natural?”

Mishael laughed fiercely as he thumped! thumped! his long and thick c*ck between the milky flesh.

Everything he said was sincere without a shred of falsehood.

‘The price is just one. Hand over Lionella Parma to the religious trial.’
‘Religious… trial? While it’s true Lady Parma’s demeanor is arrogant, she hasn’t blasphemed against the Divine nor challenged the authority of the Holy Kingdom…’
‘All I want is just that. If you ensure that, I’ll gladly become the princess’s hammer.’

The light Mishael saw in Princess Daniella was a sense of kinship. In that their life’s goal was to triumph over those who oppressed them in their youth and then oppress them in turn.

And for that goal, they would not hesitate to use any means or method.

‘I can see the goodness within you.’

Daniella had been momentarily taken aback when she said that to persuade him once.

‘She was going to enter a convent, but Her Highness Dianella said she would hand her over for religious trial under the pretext that the lady had insulted His Eminence’s honor over time.’

Soon after, they granted his request. Just as he had chosen his sun.

From the start, Mishael had no doubt that Princess Daniella would accept the deal. Her goodness was her own standard. Once Mishael met her standards, he was forever good in Daniella’s eyes, even if what he did contradicted universal moral values…

To effectively gain the loyalty of men, including Duke Fernando, she takes them all as lovers. It’s only natural for her.

Thanks to her, he got Lionella in his hands, so for the time being, he must maintain the position of the ascetic priest for the sake of the princess’s great cause.

“Just a little… Just wait a little longer.”

He murmured, as though he was chanting a spell and continued his hip movements.

“Even if you don’t want it, we’ll leave soon…”

Unlike Lionella, who was half unconscious from consecutive climaxes, he plowed through her inner walls roughly, pounding into her deepest part thud, thud. A thin layer of moisture formed in Lionella’s eyes as she lay with her face smashed against the stone floor.

“…It won’t be long now.”

As long as Princess Daniella safely ascended the throne, he planned to shed the cumbersome yoke of priesthood and retire to the townhouse he bought at a bargain when Parma was annihilated. It was his homeland since he couldn’t return to Chesed.

He didn’t get Lionella for that purpose in the first place, but it ended up this way. Maybe since buying the Parma townhouse, he had been unconsciously waiting for this day.

To spend the rest of his days there with Lionella.