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Once desire was unrestrained, nothing seemed difficult. Beneath the fabric his hands slipped under was soft, pale skin.

Her arms and legs, the parts of her usually visible, bore numerous scars. But the skin hidden beneath her clothing was unmarked, almost untouched. Ironically, it was his own body, now bared, that carried the scars of countless battles.

It felt almost as though he were defiling something pure, and that very thought intensified his sinful excitement. As he slipped off the thin dress with ease, the sight of her bare form made his vision blur slightly. The softness beneath his fingertips was enough to extinguish any trace of reason.

Though lacking in experience, he was hardly ignorant. With Vienny’s small frame, it was easy to hold her firmly, so he used his body as a cage, pressing her gently beneath him.

He felt her soft br*ast press against his bare torso.

“In- Inquisitor…”

Vienny, breathless from their kiss, whispered his title in a trembling voice. Instead of replying, McClart bared his teeth, biting her delicate neck.

Her slender throat looked fragile, as though a slightly firmer bite could end her life. He felt her pulse pounding intensely beneath his lips, perhaps a mix of tension and anticipation. Slowly, he licked along her neck, feeling her small body gasp in response, her heartbeat quickening against his own chest.

His scent surrounded her as he bit her earlobe, his tongue tracing along her ear before moving to her collarbone.

“Haa… Inquisitor…”

Vienny, unsure of how to react, kept calling out to him, struggling faintly beneath his weight. Whether intentional or not, her slight resistance only fueled McClart’s excitement further.

Did she realize that her trembling voice sounded almost like an invitation? Was this yet another attempt by the demon to weaken his reason?

If so, what harm would it do to indulge, just a little? After all, he was already deeply enchanted by her blood.

“Ah!”

He tightened his grip, and she let out a small sound of protest, clamping her lips shut immediately afterward. But when his fingers brushed her sensitive skin, her lips quivered, and a weak, involuntary sound escaped her.

She bit her lip as if to hold back her voice. The drop of blood that escaped filled the air with its sweet scent, clouding his mind completely.

He kissed her deeply, drawing blood. A sound of pain escaped his lips as they met.

He rubbed her lower body lazily, feeling her br*st heaving and the heat of the flesh pressing against his clothes was enough to make him wonder if his trousers would tear at any moment.

“Haah…….”

He licked the blood from her lips, then cupped one br*ast and moved his lips to the other. With a few flicks of his tongue, the n*pple was hard.

Biting hard and s*cking, Vienny wrapped his arms around McClat’s shoulders. Judging by the quivering movement of her stomach, she was irritated and wanted to push him away.

But her strength was pitifully weak.

“This…”

Panting, Vienny shook her head, her eyes slightly dazed. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, her skin flushed with heat.

Seeing this, a sudden impulse shot through him and McClart’s hand moved instinctively, gripping her br*st firmly.

He left a crimson handprint on the white br*ast. He couldn’t get enough of the smoothness of the flesh between his fingers.

With a slightly impatient touch, he unzipped his trousers, revealing the hideous p*nis trapped inside. The vicious urge to impale it immediately clashed violently with the urge to keep Vienny insatiable for a while longer.

“Aaah……!”

Her eyes widened as she felt a hard shaft between her thighs. Her reflexive look down and her mouth open in surprise was as deadly as it was cute.

He deliberately rubbed his p*nis against her thigh and she jerked, her face frozen. It was as if she wanted to somehow crawl up and escape her current position, but unfortunately it was a very futile attempt.

“Quite eager.”

Vienny froze at the low murmur.

It seemed as if she had just realised that her actions were provoking McClart even more. Not that it would change much, even now that she knew.

“And you still say this isn’t your witchcraft?”

He rubbed the wet tip below his navel, the black bush tangled around his p*nis.

“Such an intense urge…”

The endlessly swollen p*nis rubbed against the soft skin of her belly. Her flat belly fluttered and quivered as it absorbed the vicious motion.

As if in response, she drew in a deep breath as his p*nis reached her oversized navel. Her round br*asts bulged in place of her sinking stomach.

“And you say it’s not your blood?”

Her red eyes trembled helplessly, not knowing what to do.

“Speak.”

She didn’t even look away from him, as if something was holding her captive. Then her eyes widened in surprise at the force of something hard rubbing against her lower body.

Between her slightly parted lips was a glimpse of her red tongue. Seeing that made him thirsty.

McClart lowered his head to her lips in rapture. Feeling her hot breath on his face, he whispered in a cracked voice.

“Do you still think I haven’t lost my mind?”

Hovering close to her lips as if to kiss her, he grabbed her waist and pressed his p*nis against her lower body, rubbing it hard against hers. The friction of their flesh alone was enough to ignite a spark.

It was f*cking good. So f*cking good. F*ck, it was good.

“Hmph!”

“Ugh!”

Vienny, who jerked violently every time her cl*t was squeezed, could no longer hold back her screams. Finally, his p*nis tightened and thick sperm splashed onto her navel and lower abdomen.

Long, thick spurts of fluid also covered her br*asts and ribs. A strong odour mingled with the smell of sweetness and sweat.

s*men poured onto her flat, slightly tucked-in abdomen. McClart scooped it up on his hand and rubbed it over her p*ssy.

The uncooled slime slicked around her tightly closed p*ssy. The downward pressure and rubbing made her squirm again, but McClart held her movements in place with one hand.

“Ah, ugh! Inquisitor!”

Vienny shuddered as his thumb rolled over her cl*t and his middle finger dug into her p*ssy, the warm, soft flesh curling around his finger.

As he stroked the folds of her inner walls, tight with tension, blood rushed to the sensitive nub of her cl*t, sensitised by her earlier excision.

Every sensation was overwhelming. The scent in the air, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the salty texture of their skin, the ragged breathing and the tear streaked, distorted expressions – it was all stimulating beyond reason.

“Wait, wait… …! Hah!”

Her sobs came in waves, mingled with soft moans as they escaped her trembling lips.

Before she knew it, three fingers were inside her, reciprocating, the warm, moist inner walls contracting in response to his touch.

His p*nis, now returned to its normal size, throbbed and asserted itself.

After gently rubbing the slippery slit of her v*gina with her juices and s*men, McClat placed his p*nis between the crack of her p*ssy, and he could feel her gasp as she realised what was about to happen.

To prevent her from escaping or being pushed helplessly away, McClart grabbed her shoulder and neck and thrust his hips in one swift motion.

The huge p*nis pressing against her narrow entrance was quickly inserted into her inner wall.

“Aah!”

With a single cry, Vienne looked up at McClart with watery eyes. The pain was evident in her gaze.

She was feebly scratching McClart’s arm with her fingertips when she heard a creaking sound.

“Ugh……. Wait, wait, wait…….”

A pitiful, trembling voice was squeezed out desperately, as if to make McClart stop.

McClart let out a heated breath as he watched Vienny’s desperate gestures cling to him, his eyes narrowing. The beads of sweat that had gathered at the tips of his bangs slid down to his eyes, stinging them.

“Inquisitor, this is…”

It was obvious that she was struggling to regain her composure. He could already predict what she would say – talk of purification, or calling him a demon worshipper – meaningless words that would only dampen the situation.

The stance made McClart’s insides twist and he pulled his hips back abruptly. As he pulled back, scraping against the tight inner walls, Vienny stopped speaking.

McClart leaned over her as if to press his weight down on her and whispered.

“…breathe.”

The thighs of her lower body trembled with a slap as he thrust upwards. His er*ect, hard and huge p*nis immediately pierced Vienny’s inner walls in one swift stroke.

His movements were slow but relentless, moving forward and back again. Vienny could only give short gasps and soft cries in response.

“Haa, ah! Aah!”

Had he ever heard a sound this sweet in his life? With each burning friction, it felt as though the point of contact was melting away.

He no longer cared where they were. All he could see was the face of the small woman before him, her expression a mixture of tears and gasping.

McClart tightly shut his eyes. Rough breaths escaped through his clenched teeth.

“Breathe, huh… breathe!”

It felt like he could keep doing this forever. It was a world he had never imagined in his entire life.

He had never imagined that such a sweet and warm place could exist within her small body.

As his rough thrusts increased in speed, whatever little rationality he had left evaporated. It felt as if the immense pleasure he was experiencing was an excessive reward for the few scraps of kindness he had given.

McClart wrapped his arms around Vienny’s body as if to crush it. Then he began to thrust into him with all the force he could muster.

His t*sticles slapped against her v*gina as he pushed it to the root making an obscene sounds.

“Argh!”

“Ugh!”

The second blow slammed deep into her v*gina. Hot, gurgling fluid slammed into her tight inner walls.

The tears that had gathered in the corners of Vienny’s eyes began to trickle down her temples as she gasped heavily. McClart, who had been panting as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, licked the tears away as they fell and kissed that spot.