Rarien moaned and writhed in response to the thrusts. Despite crying, she endured quite well. Out of some petty curiosity, he wanted to know if this woman, who was helplessly getting f*cked with her legs spread, felt the same as he did.

“Rarien Claude. Does it feel good when I thrust inside you?”

“Uh, huh, ah!”

“Tell me. You said earlier that getting f*cked by me was your wish.”

“Ugh, ah!”

“Hmm? Aren’t you going to answer? I’m asking if my c*ck feels good.”

Nicholas’s voice was broken with excitement. She already sensed earlier that he was more vulgar than expected. But every time he uttered crude words, he seemed to get more aroused.

The sensation of having all her nerves shaken made it difficult to even respond, but Nicholas persistently asked again.

“You need to answer if you want me to keep f*cking you. You said it was the perfect c*ck. Do you mind if I take it out?”

“Ah, no, it feels, ah, good, ah!”

“What feels good?”

“Your Excel… ah, uh!”

“Be specific. Is it me that’s good, or is it the f*cking with my c*ck that’s good?”

“Both, both. Ah, uh! It feels good, huh, huh!”

“Are you crying because it feels good? You say it hurts, yet you’re crying. What’s so good about it?”

Nicholas laughed smoothly as he rhythmically thrust his c*ck.

“Well, with all the sweet juices dripping, you can’t say otherwise.”

It wasn’t just empty words. Initially, it hurt so much that her nose tingled and goosebumps rose. But whether she got used to the pain, it gradually became bearable. Not only that, but as the thrusts continued, the pain dissipated, and a warm heat spread throughout her pelvis.

The scrotum, wet with fluids, slapped against her perineum, making wet sounds as she swallowed the large member. As the pace of his thrusts quickened, the lewd sounds of their joining grew louder and more explicit.

“Ah, uh, uh, huh!”

Nicholas gripped Rarien’s b*ttocks as if to split them apart, watching as his c*ck moved in and out. His er*ect, dark red c*ck glistened with the messy fluids. The sight of it relentlessly stabbing between her pale, fragile b*ttocks was quite a spectacle.

Despite her greed, she seemed unwilling to let go, clinging tightly even as he pulled out, with the red flesh sticking to the shaft. Was this really her first time? Pink bubbles formed at the junction where her fluids mixed with his prec*m. The sight was so provocative that Nicholas felt a thrill so intense it made his head tingle.

“Ah, uh, Your Excellency…!”

“Why, do you want it harder?”

He put more force into his thrusts. Her slender waist swayed precariously with each movement.

The thrusts were too fast. The intense pounding made Rarien’s body collapse repeatedly. Each time the tip hit deep inside, it felt like her head was ringing, and flashes of light sparked before her eyes.

Her toes tingled, and her hair stood on end, like someone peering over the edge of a cliff.

“With such a lewd lower body, you sure pretended to be so demure when entering the temple. Who did you plan to seduce and ruin?”

“Ah, no, uh, ah! Just a little slower…!”

Her reason had long since evaporated. Even as she cried and begged, it was hard to slow down.

As Rarien was unable to collect herself from the intense thrusting, Nicholas supported her upper body with his arms to stabilize her.

Then, pressing his body close, he whispered in her ear.

“Your body, ah, is so hot. What, huh, are you?”

“Ah, uh, ah!”

“What did you do? Your p*ssy, damn…, feels like it’s going to melt my c*ck.”

Rough words naturally slipped out as he saw her ears turn bright red with embarrassment. Regardless of Rarien’s startled reactions, Nicholas continued to spew vulgar words as he thrust into her, pressing his lips firmly against her earlobe.

The more he thrust, the hotter it became inside, as if it would melt his c*ck. It was like hellfire. It felt like being buried in lava. It was as if he had fallen into boiling purgatory as a consequence of betraying the gods.

While ascending was difficult, descending happened in an instant. At some point, he gained momentum and couldn’t stop.

The price of corruption was sweet. It felt so good that his body trembled involuntarily. If falling into hell brought such intense pleasure, he felt he could fall willingly, over and over.

“Uh, uh, uh!”

As he thrust his weapon-like c*ck deep into every corner, he pressed firmly against a spot, causing the inner walls to reflexively clamp down and push back against the fleshy column in resistance. Perhaps he had hit a sensitive peak, as Rarien twisted her shoulders and her waist trembled violently.

Nicholas didn’t miss the opportunity and aimed for that spot, repeatedly pounding into it as if he was driving a chisel with a hammer. The vaginal walls shook and writhed intensely.

“Ah, ugh, please… stop…!”

A terrifying wave of excitement consumed Rarien. It was a sensation beyond any words she had read in books. It felt like being swallowed and swept away by a massive tidal wave.

As the pleasure that had been accumulating below her navel reached a certain threshold, her whole body trembled with convulsions that wouldn’t stop. She wanted to escape, but even as Rarien begged, strong arms wrapped around her body like a snake, refusing to let go.

His large hand grasped her br*ast, while the other arm embraced her rounded shoulder. The constant pressure from above and the relentless stirring from below left her breathless.

“You said it was your wish to be f*cked. Are you backing out now?”

“Ahn, ugh, ah!”

“I can’t allow that. Hmph.”

Rarien, half out of her mind, shook her head repeatedly.

As the veil of the nun’s habit slipped off due to the relentless thrusting, her neatly tied brown hair was revealed. Below it, her pale white nape was exposed. Her neck, slightly reddened from the aftermath of intercourse, had strands of sweat-drenched hair clinging to it.

Perhaps possessed by a demon from thrusting his c*ck into such a forbidden place, he felt an urge to sink his teeth into her delicate nape.

It was as if he had become a beast driven solely by instinct.

Just as he bit Rarien’s neck while pounding against the constantly contracting vaginal walls, Nicholas’s c*ck buried itself to the root, reaching the deepest part inside.

“Aaaah!”

With a moan like a female cat, Rarien’s waist arched backward dramatically. Her vaginal walls convulsed erratically, and a clear fluid gushed forth. It was the climax. Her vision blurred to white, and a euphoric sensation spread throughout her body, only to plummet suddenly. Every cell stood on end, then immediately went limp.

The intense pleasure she had never experienced before left her dazed and on the verge of losing her mind. As Rarien struggled to maintain her composure, Nicholas supported her body to prevent her from collapsing.

Yet, Nicholas was just as overwhelmed.

It felt like being squeezed dry. The sensation was on a different level than anything he had felt before. The pleasure that seemed to melt not only his c*ck but also his very core shot through him, causing Nicholas’s waist to stiffen.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh gradually slowed, and his flushed c*ck twitched violently. With a deep thrust, he released a hot stream of s*men.

“Hah, hah…”

Nicholas exhaled raggedly, holding Rarien tightly as if to crush her. Despite feigning fear and curling up, Rarien’s inner walls greedily swallowed his thick, milky s*men.

Even after ej*culating, Nicholas slowly withdrew his c*ck, as if squeezing out the last remnants.

He had ej*culated so much that as soon as he pulled out, the cloudy s*men trickled down between Rarien’s legs. Seeing the narrow entrance expelling the s*men made him hard again, despite having just cl*maxed.

Rarien let out a shallow breath and quickly pulled down her skirt.

Still trembling, she turned around unsteadily. Her once pale face was now flushed with s*xual excitement and stained with tears of exertion.

“Th-thank you… hic, hic.”

Whether startled or unable to calm down, she couldn’t finish her sentence and began to sob. As Nicholas caught his breath from the aftermath of intercourse, he was at a loss for words, seeing her disheveled appearance.

“I-I promise, sob, I’ll keep my word. T-take care.”

Rarien clasped her hands together and bowed politely. Then she ran away immediately.

Nicholas stood there blankly, watching her retreating figure.