Chapter 16: The Divine Power Test(3)

He was calling my name with a low, muffled voice. Despite wearing a chaste garment on his shoulders, the fruit between his legs was so ripe that its flesh dripped down.

After a moment’s hesitation, she lowered her head. She gently placed her lips over the damp tip. At this, he flinched and jerked his hips.

“It’s a dirty place, so just touching it is enough.”

“Did the priest think my body was dirty as well?”

As she firmly stroked the base, Edwin clenched his lips and tensed his thighs.

“Impossible… Your body is always pure and delicate.”

“You’re the same. It’s a clean object that’s never been shown to anyone, right?”

“Well, yes…”

Leaving behind the bland response, she lowered her head again. She gently stimulated the reddened entrance with the tip of her tongue.

The eager column throbbed and tapped her saliva-soaked lips. After a deep breath, she pushed the column into her mouth.

It scraped the roof of her mouth and quickly reached the back of her throat. The foreign sensation filling her mucous membrane made her eyes well up.

It was indeed too large to fit comfortably in her mouth. Even though she had only managed to take in the top part, her mouth felt like it was about to burst, and her chin trembled.

“Ha…”

As she tightly squeezed the tip with her lips, she could feel the object throbbing hotly inside her mouth.

His large hand covered her disheveled hair. As he gently stroked her hair in a manner of praise, he instinctively began to thrust his hips.

Struggling to accommodate the object that was deeply penetrating her throat, she looked up at Edwin. He was cautiously thrusting his hips with a flushed face.

“Mm, uhh, uh…”

A strained moan escaped from her lips, which were stretched to their limit. He then gently withdrew his hips and opened his mouth.

“That’s enough. You don’t have to push yourself.”

“But…”

He pushed me down onto the narrow bed. He began to unfasten the tightly buttoned garment, one button at a time.

One, two, three.

Every time a broad chest was revealed between the open buttons, my heart raced loudly. After unfastening the last button, he looked down at me, now completely exposed.

“Are you really okay?”

In response, I lifted the corners of my mouth in a gesture of permission. He, who had been faintly smiling in response, carefully pressed his body against mine.

His usually cold golden eyes were shining more warmly than usual. His lips settled on my pale, flushed cheeks. My heart raced with the persistent kisses.

“I will go slowly.”

He gently spread and lifted my left thigh, which had been lying on the bed, and brought his member to the secret entrance.

Then, he gently rubbed the damp entrance with the tip of his member. With the sticky friction sound, the narrow mucous membrane slightly opened and then closed again repeatedly.

“Ha, mm, uh…”

He raised his hips and pressed the tip of his member firmly. The entrance, soaked and slick, momentarily parted to make way.

Not missing the gap, he pressed his lower body firmly against me.

“Ah…!”

The hot column pushed through the trembling mucous membrane. I took a deep breath, but could only hold it in without exhaling.

“Ha, hmm… Is it all in?”

“Only the front part has been inserted.”

The hole, already stretched to its limit, was filled tightly with no space left, and yet only the front part was in?

With one hand resting on my forehead, I glanced down. As he said, only the tip had been taken in.

“If it’s too difficult, I won’t push in any further.”

His left hand gently caressed my cheek. Looking at his sweat-soaked body while holding his member inside me made me feel dazed, as if under a spell.

“Going slowly seems like it would be alright. But…”

“But…?”

“To prevent any sounds from escaping, please kiss me.”

His left hand firmly grasped my chin. I closed my eyes as his lips drew closer.

His breath penetrated inside my lips. The tip of his tongue had a sweet taste, almost numbing. In the dampness, our two tongues intertwined and then separated repeatedly.

As the blissful kiss made my mind turn blank, I felt the intense warmth of him pushing inside me.

“Uhh…”

The hot column scraped against the narrow mucous membrane, expanding it. It suddenly withdrew and then repeatedly thrust deep inside.

Inward, just a little more inward…

“Ha, uh, mm!”

The sensation was too overwhelming to fully embrace. Nevertheless, I couldn’t let go of my desire. Even if my body was torn and turned into rags, I wanted to hold him close.

I wanted to accept him until our two souls melded together and became one.

“Haah, mm, mm, uh!”

As the movements intensified, his member swelled to the point of bursting. Beyond the gaping entrance, an unknown bodily fluid flowed in a steady stream.

“Ha…”

His left hand tightly gripped my spread thighs. He then thrust all the way to the base in one powerful motion, like a rutting beast.

In a panic, I spread my palm to cover my lips. I felt as though I might burst from the effort of breathing.

“Ha, huff…”

Edwin’s coarse moans echoed through the cramped room. Beneath the feet of the gods, having sworn eternal purity, he had decided to walk the path of corruption, holding the forbidden fruit.

“It feels so good.”

His eyes were flushed red from the pleasure he was experiencing for the first time, and beneath his parted lips, saliva continuously dripped.

“It’s so good, I feel like I’m going to go mad.”

How could the man who once stood on the podium delivering sermons to the faithful now be thrusting his member into my body, swaying his hips?

The sight of his lewdness heightened my excitement. I had dragged him down from the closest place to the divine and shattered his world.

Yet, despite this, I found him incredibly endearing as he thrust into me without a word of reproach.

“Ha, haa…”

He roughly brushed the sweat-drenched hair away as he looked down at me. Displeased with my desperate attempt to cover my lips, he roughly removed my hand.

“I want to hear more.”

“Uh, mm, haah, but there are monks outside…”

“That doesn’t matter anymore.”

Reason was gradually fading away. The only sensations fully resonating in my consciousness were the relentless rubbing against my inner walls and the squelching sounds of our coupling.

“Uhh, haah, uh, uh!”

“Alicia…”

As I writhed from the shivers traveling up my spine, his lips moved to my chest. He greedily sucked on the protruding n*pple.

“Uhh, uh, haah, doing that at the same time, haah, I don’t, I don’t like it!”

While the sensitive skin above was being sucked by him, below, my walls were being filled to the point of numbness with his member.

He drove my body relentlessly, like a hungry beast, leaving me anxious that he might devour my very soul.

As he twisted his hips mischievously, the member moving back and forth spread my wet inner walls wide.

“Ha! Haah! Mm! Uh!”

With the increasingly rapid movements, the heated contact became intense. 

With my mind in a daze, I reached out to embrace his neck.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

In the tightly pressed distance, after several movements, our two souls finally became one. I cherished the overwhelming emotions that burst from him.

* * *

Did I faint? I blinked my sleepy eyes and lifted my body. My body, drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, had now dried off and felt smooth.

I looked quietly at Edwin, who was sleeping under the bed. He still held a damp towel in his hand.

“Father.”

I guided his body onto the bed, where a faint, strange odor lingered from the old wooden frame.

Had he finally woken up? Edwin, who had been gazing at me with a dazed look, finally spoke.

“…The verification of the divine power has been successfully completed.”

I remembered Abigail being pulled up from the water, but I had no idea what had happened afterward.

“The black-haired Saint surfaced immediately after falling into the water. The blonde Saint, thanks to you, also safely rose to the surface.”

Father Edwin continued in an unpleasant tone.

“Who would have thought? The blonde Saint, whom we thought dead, rose above the water, while an imprudent nun was floundering beneath the Saint’s feet.”

Abigail had never swum in her life. The only way to get her to the surface was for someone to go into the lake and push her up.

“Was there no one watching when she jumped into the lake?”

“There is someone who might be concerned, but since no one has said anything yet, it seems to be alright.”

The once transparent Lake Deleta, visible to the bottom, had turned into murky, muddy water after nearly a hundred years. During the divine power verification, holy water had been poured into the lake to purify it. Thanks to this, Father Edwin was able to pour holy water and push Abigail to the lakeside.

“Since the verification of divine power was completed under the same conditions, only the choice of the next emperor remains.”

Even if two Saints coexist, only one can be chosen by the emperor. The future will be determined by who occupies the throne.

“Although we got through this time, it was purely by luck. Even if re-verification is carried out in the central temple, are you willing to risk your life again for the Saint?”

“…I made a promise.”

I had sworn to live for her, kissing Abigail’s feet as she took the place of the Saint in my stead. It was the only vow I could make for her. Though it wouldn’t lessen the weight of my sins.

“…You are incredibly reckless.”

I gave a wry smile towards him as he worriedly stroked my cheek.

“I should attempt to negotiate with the emperor before he closes his eyes.”

The early appearance of the black-haired Saint had completely disrupted all plans. The remaining option was clear: I had to meet the emperor in person and negotiate.

“I’ve always wondered why the emperor chose the snot-nosed Victor for the throne, bypassing the first prince who was mentioned as the next emperor.”

I recalled the emperor’s last words as he approached death.

‘Can I be forgiven for what I did 25 years ago? Oh, my God…’

The thing the emperor wished to be forgiven for just before dying. Though he had hidden it his entire life, I would uncover the sin committed 25 years ago that he wanted to be forgiven for before his death. Perhaps it could be used as a negotiating point to remove Victor from the throne.

“…But Father, aren’t you going back to your room?”

As we talked, evening fell and a quiet dusk arrived. Lying side by side on the bed in the dimly lit room, a peculiar atmosphere surrounded us.

“…I should be going now. I’ve told the nuns that you collapsed on your way back after the divine power verification, so there shouldn’t be any unnecessary misunderstandings. Please don’t worry.”

“I’ll see you to the stairs on the second floor.”

“No, it’s fine. You’ve overexerted yourself, so you should rest a bit more.”

He sighed deeply and gently brushed my hair. He smoothed down the unruly strands and lightly placed his lips on my exposed forehead.

“I’m sorry for making you overexert yourself. In fact, I would like to stay a bit longer as an apology, but…”

“Fortunately, I’m still fine. So, please go back for today. You have a mountain of unfinished work, don’t you? Right?”

“But…”

“I’ll see you to the stairs.”

Despite his protest, I walked him to the stairs on the second floor. I watched his retreating back with a look of regret.

“Are you alright?”

Startled by the whisper in my ear, I looked up.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“…Lord Lucio.”