Evelyn hiccupped nervously while backing away, only to find her retreat blocked by the sofa’s armrest. The Border Count’s body, now stripped of his shirt, exceeded all her expectations.

She knew he was physically imposing, larger than most men, but his clothing had concealed his true form.

His broad shoulders and firm chest muscles had clearly defined contours, resembling a sculpted statue. His chest was so massive and thick it hardly seemed human. Had hunting monsters transformed him into one himself?

“Priestess. Still haven’t made your decision?”

“Hiccup.”

“If I remove this too, you’ll have no more chances to escape.”

“Ah. With my hands. I’ll heal you with my hands.”

Evelyn answered hurriedly, fearing she might be crushed under his body.

“Hmm. With your hands, you say. Can you manage? You look quite young.”

The Border Count assessed Evelyn with a voice completely devoid of concern before standing up from the sofa.

His body, even more impressively tall when standing than when seated, exuded authority and intimidation.

“Well, whatever happens. I’ll trust your word to become my priestess.”

“No. No, Your Excellency. Not your priestess, just while the volunteer group is stationed here…”

Norton unfastened his belt. As he looked down at the frightened woman, unzipping and lowering his pants, Evelyn let out another “Hieek!” with eyes wide open.

Norton smiled briefly at how she examined his body thoroughly with enlarged eyes rather than looking away, showing childlike curiosity she couldn’t hide.

“That’s for me to decide. Priestess, about your accommodations and such.”

Evelyn froze with her eyes still wide open. The Border Count had pulled down even his underwear.

Despite being middle-aged, his physique was more magnificent than younger men’s, which was already shocking enough. His perfectly straight posture while undressing made him appear an exceptionally dignified knight.

But when he lowered his underwear, the thick object between his unusually long legs twitched proudly.

Evelyn stared at the dark red thing in horror. Was that really human?

She had never seen an adult man’s private parts, but she had basic knowledge. Evelyn realized at first glance that what stood proudly between the Border Count’s legs defied common sense.

The man’s body at least had dignity. But that thing below seemed designed solely to penetrate deep into a woman’s body to release seed. It was enormous, long, with a glistening red tip.

The veins protruding ominously along the shaft made it look like a living creature, or perhaps a form created by a demon to create life. Everything about it was overwhelming.

“Hiccup!”

The Border Count approached the hiccupping Evelyn. Mocking her shocked face, Norton planted his lower body right in front of her face and took her small, trembling white hand to place it on his fearsome weapon.

Evelyn made small sounds—”Urk. Ugh.”—while slowly looking up at him. Norton gripped her white hand overlaid on his dark red shaft and applied pressure.

“Ungh.”

Though his g*nitals weren’t being squeezed, the moan came from Evelyn, wearing down his patience.

Still holding her hand, he stroked upward along the bumpy veined skin, feeling his hard member distort within her soft hand. Norton let out a low moan at that delicate yet powerful sensation.

“Begin, Priestess.”

“Th-this. What? Why this?”

“You said you’d do it with your hands.”

“The healing…”

“Grip tighter. At this rate, I’ll die from accumulated lust before the demonic energy.”

Evelyn alternated glances between the dignified Border Count’s face and his magnificent groin.

Its thickness couldn’t even be fully wrapped in her hand. She wondered how he normally kept it inside his pants, as it seemed too substantial to be confined anywhere.

The hot temperature and unfamiliar texture felt strange. Yet Evelyn found it odd that despite being scared, she felt no revulsion. She should be screaming and running from the room, but instead she followed his instructions. She even felt strangely calmer than usual.

She recalled reading in an ancient text about priestesses who perfectly matched with specific individuals. Born with weak divine power, they simply hadn’t met the metaphysical companion who could nurture their power.

This was irrelevant to most priestesses, but those with such divine power were rarely born, and finding a compatible companion was described as the rarest of fortunes.

If that were the case, she understood why the Border Count had rejected other priestesses. She also understood why, holding the man’s magnificent member, she felt no rejection but rather a sense of destiny.

But what if that wasn’t it?

Evelyn needed to reconsider her values. Did the fact that this situation didn’t disgust her as a priestess, but rather felt like a duty she must fulfill, mean she had wanted to live as a woman rather than a servant of the divine?

Evelyn pulled the shaft up and down as he guided, its texture both soft and hard simultaneously. Though constantly questioning her values, her hands already followed his will.

She didn’t need to summon her divine power. Without forcing it, the demonic energy swirling in the Border Count’s body gradually dispersed just through their contact.

Awkwardly stroking, Evelyn looked at the Border Count’s face. Though she couldn’t determine his exact age, his face, filled with solemnity and dignity befitting his reputation, clearly showed experience.

Would he be similar to her father, who had held her when she was just born at twenty-one? Or perhaps older?

“Focus.”

He tapped the tip of her nose. When she stopped her reverie and blinked, Norton brought her other hand to wrap around his member as well.

“Your thoughts show clearly on your face. Tsk. Priestess, at this rate, I won’t release seed even after three days and nights. I don’t mind, but wouldn’t you get tired?”

“But… I’ve never done this before.”

“I know. That’s why you need to focus. Not think about other things while holding my c*ck.”

“……”

“To think of other things while holding this… Your boldness is truly remarkable, Priestess.”

With words that could be either praise or mockery, Norton confused Evelyn as he placed his large warrior’s hand over her small ones wrapped around his g*nitals. He applied pressure to prevent escape and slowly thrust his hips.

“Ah……”

Watching her face marked with confusion, he gradually increased his pace. Both could see the skin shifting, revealing the slick head before burying deep into her hands again.

“This will be your hole, Priestess.”

“!!”

“This is how I’ll enter and exit your hole.”

Evelyn swallowed with a horrified expression. Norton’s hip movements grew rougher, and Evelyn struggled to hold on despite simply keeping her hands rounded.

“If you can’t extract my seed with these hands…”

Watching the tip rising ominously within her hands, she urgently hoped the man’s fluid would be extracted through that gap.

Though she couldn’t gauge exactly how it would happen, the slit in the middle of the tip clearly suggested that’s where it would come from.

“So, better to concentrate, don’t you think, Priestess?”

“How can I… you know… make it happen…”

“Your tongue.”

“What?”

The man’s breathing grew increasingly ragged. Exhaling rough breaths between words, his solemn gaze now flickered with intense desire, making it difficult for Evelyn to meet his eyes.

“Stick out your tongue. Lower your head.”

Evelyn hesitated before slightly sticking out her tongue. Thwack—her body shifted from the force of his thrust.

“Haah… You need to open your mouth too, Priestess.”

Straightening her body, Evelyn awkwardly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Norton grabbed the back of her head firmly and positioned it near her stroking hands.

“Hnngh……”

Each time the tip emerged through her hand-hole, it poked Evelyn’s tongue. The sensation of the blunt, hot, soft yet firm object poking then retreating sent shivers down to the crown of her head. It felt similar to reading scripture for the first time.

The thrilling shiver of excitement at discovering a new world that would dominate her.

With each repetition of Norton’s hip movements, the gl*ns grew slicker. The veiny pubic bone approached and retreated repeatedly, and an intimate scent increasingly stimulated her sense of smell. Each powerful thrust weakened Evelyn’s grip as she struggled to handle his force.

Already beyond the threshold of excitement, he finally pushed away her small hands and firmly grasped her head.

“Kuhuck!!”

His g*nitals went straight into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with a plunge. Evelyn contracted her lower abdomen and gagged, but Norton continued his thrusting without mercy.

Squelch, squelch.

Grasping the man’s thick thighs, Evelyn suffered in pain. Tears and saliva soiled her face, and the enormous member penetrating to the depths of her throat only increased its speed without consideration.