The salty taste lingered on the tip of his tongue. It was so stimulating, it almost felt like a drug.

“Hmph…”

Watching her bite her lip to stifle her voice stirred not pity but a sadistic urge within him. McClart bit her earlobe hard before lifting his upper body.

He folded her drooping legs and pulled her to the side, and she offered little resistance, moving with his tug. Looking down at her from above, tired and exhausted, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

There was still a tangle of unidentifiable fluids at their junctions. If the gods were to witness this, they might complain, but otherwise he would never experience this kind of ecstasy.

If he could penetrate this, he was ready to kneel before God a hundred or even a thousand times in confession. He even felt the urge to beg, promising to confess forever if necessary, as long as he wouldn’t be stopped.

He asked without breaking his gaze, his eyes fixed on the red, swollen and puffy v*gina and its surroundings.

“Is that crying from pain? Or is it crying from pleasure?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know… ah…….”

Vienny sighed before she could finish her answer, perhaps feeling that the p*nis that filled her v*gina had hardened. The tears that had fallen one or two drops now poured down heavily.

“Do you know?”

He pressed down hard on the lower abdomen that held his p*nis. The skin, so thin and flat that he could almost touch his p*nis inside it, seemed fragile, as if it would tear at any moment if he pressed against her waist with force.

“Your voice is assaulting my ears.”

It was true that sobs were pleasant to hear, whether they came from pain or pleasure. McClart shifted his hips gently and Vienny let out a gasp of pain.

Once he had it, the lining should have loosened a little, but her vaginal walls were still tightly wrapped around his p*nis. The tight form pushed and stretched as he moved.

Was it an optical illusion? It seemed as if her thin stomach skin was puffing up and then sinking down again.

“Perhaps even the soldiers out there might be enchanted by that sound too.”

“No… I don’t like it…..”

MacClat raised his eyes, following that tearful voice.

“Why?” 

When he asked again in a cynical tone, those red, tear-filled eyes stared back at him reproachfully. It was a pitiful look, devoid of any real threat.

“Right now, I feel like I might be willing to grant you whatever you want.”

As he murmured softly, Vienny blinked slowly, her expression puzzled. It was infuriating to see her blink so innocently, as if she knew nothing, and yet he felt his lower body tense again, leaving him incredulous.

“Isn’t this exactly what you were aiming for?”

All his caution crumbled in the face of the selfish and evil Archwitch’s seductive voice. The burning heat inside him, instead of fading, only grew more intense with each release.

As his throbbing p*nis twitched and expanded inside her, Vienny bit her lip, her face turning pale.

The sight of her reddened eyes and flushed cheeks was enough to cloud his thoughts, but watching her bite her lips repeatedly threatened to drive him over the edge. McClart reached out, forcing her lips apart. He could feel the softness of her tongue beyond her clenched teeth.

“Bite.”

With her mouth forced open, Vienny flinched, as if she wanted to say something. Her warm tongue brushed against his fingers, tickling them slightly..

“If you’re going to bite your lips, then bite my hand instead.”

McClart watched as Vienny trembled, unable to muster any strength, and gave her a gentle push with his hips. She jumped in surprise and quickly closed her lips in response.

She seemed to think it would hurt and relaxed quickly, but for McClart it wasn’t even a little irritating. He moved his lower body slowly as his fingertips explored the inside of her mouth.

The thighs he held firmly to keep her steady trembled, as though wanting to close. McClart let his hand slide down, lightly grasping her ankle.

Despite the swelling, her ankle was so slender it fit easily within his grasp.

“If you move unnecessarily, this will hurt.”

With her legs hanging in the air, any wrong movement would cause her ankle to dangle, putting obvious strain on the injured joint. Perhaps it had hurt a moment ago.

The strain in her thighs vanished. MacClart, as if praising her for her obedience, stroked her lips gently.

“So stop struggling.”

He rose to his knees and pushed her body down with his lower body, her hips lifting slightly as his p*nis pushed deep inside her. McClart withdrew his hand from her mouth and fell back against the bed.

Vienny let out a muffled moan. McClart brought his lips to her ear and spoke in a low, hot breath.

“… Moan more.”

Confuse my ears, confuse my mind. Right now, no matter what nonsense you say, I’ll listen..

A ridiculous sense of pity flashed through him, wrapped in pleasure. McClart arched his back, surrendering once more to the suffocating pleasure.

The sound of his and her panting echoed through the barracks like a single beast. Their flesh rubbed together more easily against the beads of sweat that ran down their bodies and their temperatures soared.

Perhaps his body was already on fire. Perhaps the divine power surging through him was purifying him from within.

But even if that were true, he had no desire to stop. Even if his own power burned him to ashes, he didn’t care.

McClart felt that he could never return to a time when he hadn’t known her. As long as he lived, never again.

* * *

She must have blacked out at some point. When she opened her eyes, her entire body ached.

The blanket covering her bare skin was the softest and warmest she’d felt in a long time, and without thinking, Vienny snuggled into it a bit more. But as she remembered her situation, she quickly panicked.

Scrambling to sit up, she took in the dim interior of the tent. The only light came from the brazier, casting a faint glow around it.

McClart stood by the brazier, his side profile in heavy shadow, staring blankly into the flames.

As Vienney parted her lips to speak, she realized that even breathing through her throat stung, and she closed her mouth again. She touched her neck gently with her fingertips and shifted, trying to get off the bed.

“Just stay there.”

Vienny paused, lifting her head. McClart was still staring into the brazier, but even in his shadowed expression, emotions flickered in his darkly shining eyes—emotions he couldn’t entirely conceal. Seeing that, Vienny felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

Even after drinking her blood again, he was still fine. His eyes hadn’t turned red. Perhaps he truly was a chosen messenger of the gods, someone who could even burn the last land of Tempe to ashes.

“If you purify everything, you can be free.”

At her soft voice, McClart finally turned his gaze toward her. Vienny lightly bit her swollen lips before continuing, her voice slightly hoarse.

“You can use the divine power you possess to purify everything, just as you’ve done until now, without showing mercy.”

Whatever emotions he held, if he burned them down to mere ash, that would be enough. Ash doesn’t linger but scatters, drifting away until it eventually disappears like dust.

McClart looked at Vienny silently as she spoke. In the dim light, his imposing figure, illuminated by the brazier, was truly fearsome—he could almost be mistaken for a demon incarnate rising from hell.

Vienny almost wished he were a demon. If he were, he wouldn’t offer her mercy under the guise of some divine love she had never asked for.

McClart’s lips, pressed tightly into a line, slowly parted.

“You would be included in that, too.”

“I am the Gret Witch, after all.”

Vienny replied, clutching the blanket tightly. She then added, her tone somewhat urgent.

“It wouldn’t be difficult for you.”

“It wouldn’t be difficult at all,” McClart agreed easily.

This was the McClart she knew—the inquisitor who despised witches and abhorred demon worshippers.

He didn’t want the Great Witch who had captured him to live. He was, after all, a faithful servant of the gods.

Vienny swallowed dryly, lowering her head and tucking her chin. A change in demeanor didn’t alter a person’s essence.

The same applied to both of them. McClart still had plenty of reasons to continue his witch hunt, and Vienny simply needed to make sure she didn’t become an unexpected complication for him.

Betrayal and revenge were common, yet often the most justifiable excuses. Reflecting on her own life, Vienny began to speak slowly.

“Why I betrayed—”

“Not interested.”

McClart cut her off coldly, turning his body as he approached her. His upper body, previously obscured by darkness, gradually became more defined in the dim light.

He seemed like a man capable of burning everything around him without suffering a scratch, yet his body bore countless scars. She had thought of it before, but it seemed that Chiron’s god did not cherish his servant all that much.

As McClart moved closer, he grabbed Vienny’s chin and lifted it. She obediently followed his touch, raising her head to meet his gaze, staring straight into his blue eyes as they looked down at her.

“The divine flames will burn across all of Tempe as planned.”

His eyes were undeniably cold, yet she kept seeing flames within them. Perhaps it was because he was the one who wielded the blue fire.

“So whatever your hidden motives are, it doesn’t matter.”

Instead of saying it was a relief, Vienny simply closed her eyes. The rather rough kiss that followed quickly rekindled the heat within her, which had begun to cool.

Their night was far from over.