episode_0094

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“Can you still see any gap between us…?”

I couldn’t give any answer.

Lucia didn’t ask any further questions either.

An overwhelming silence, deafening enough to make my ears ring, was pressing down on my eardrums.

Only the lewd splashing sounds and ragged breaths that occasionally cut through the silence were piercing our senses like sharp knives.

My mind went blank.

I felt as if my intelligence was regressing in real time.

The warm yet electrifying sensation that enveloped my penis flowed up my spine and poured into my brain, and my upper body, or rather my Adam’s apple, was thrown back as if my head was about to soar towards the sky.

I could feel my penis being swallowed into her legs, even without seeing it with my own eyes.

Lucia, who was slowly lowering her waist, suddenly stopped and let a faint breath flow into the air of the room.

“Ugh, heuu… It hurts… it hurts.”

Lucia whined in a cute voice.

It might be natural that it hurts.

I’ve never compared my penis with other men’s, so I can’t be sure, but judging from the reactions of Kunat and Anna, mine seemed to be a bit larger than average.

On the other hand, Lucia was on the smaller side even among women, so it was only natural that she would feel burdened when making love with me.

“Aaaagh, F-Father… a little slower… put it in slowly.”

You’re the one moving.

If it hurts, you can lift your waist and take it out.

Why is she whimpering at me when she’s the one on top and the one putting it in?

Of course, I didn’t say these thoughts out loud.

I didn’t want to embarrass Lucia in this blissful moment where even the air felt sweet,

And above all, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to stop.

If I hadn’t started in the first place, maybe…

But now that her pussy had already swallowed my glans, I didn’t want to stop.

As the cold night air brushed past my penis, the sticky heat covering my glans that had penetrated inside her, and the tight clenching that felt like a firm grip with a palm, easily surpassed my pleasure threshold.

“Father… I… can’t do it… I can’t do it… I’m sorry.”

Lucia said, sobbing.

I forced my flickering vision to focus and looked at her.

Lucia was cutely frowning with her face flushed.

Even her face twisted in pain was so lovely.

A sadistic desire to torment her as much as I wanted surged up.

I wanted to forcibly shove it deep inside her, kiss her face in agony.

But as a priest, I couldn’t take someone else’s pain for my own desires.

I slowly nodded.

Ha, a priest.

What’s the point of saying that now?

“Okay, Lucia… let’s stop now…”

“So… Father,”

Lucia panted and slowly pulled out her waist.

As the tip of my glans, which had been clinging to the end of her moist entrance with a hint of regret, came out with a sensual and moist popping sound, Lucia slowly fell onto my body.

Then, she rolled off to my side and induced me to lift my body and cover her.

Following her soft touch, I lifted my body and took a position as if covering her.

Lucia hugged my neck, blew a breath into my ear, and whispered.

“Please do it, Father.”

“…”

“Father, please use me as you please.”

I felt something snapping in my head.

A feeling like a thick skein of thread being torn off in one go.

Whether it was conscience, reason, guilt,

Or even the last shred of faith that remained.

I didn’t know what it was, but I felt like all of those things were being torn off at once.

I grabbed Lucia’s thighs and spread them apart as if pushing them to the sides.

Lucia looked small and cute, but the elasticity I felt when touching her thighs reaffirmed that she was the hunter in charge of our food.

Unlike Anna’s body, which seemed to be made of sexual allure, Lucia had a healthy and wild charm, a beauty that overflowed.

Anna was like a lewd woman, and Lucia was like a charming beast.

That wild woman was blushing with her most secret area exposed so defenselessly.

Lucia slowly turned her head, covering her mouth with a dainty fist.

Looking at me with a sidelong glance with watery eyes, Lucia nodded silently.

I slowly matched the tip of my glans to her entrance.

I, with my own will, using my own muscles, moving on my own to violate her.

Is this really the right thing to do?

Something final that held me back until the very end.

That something shattered with Lucia’s next words.

“I love you. Father…”

I pushed my hips forward.

*

As the priest’s penis pierced the young nun’s body, Lucia felt small fragments of stars scattering and exploding in her vision.

What was exploding was sensation, the fuse was lust, and the firing pin was affection.

And the explosion was her exclamation.

“Haaagh, aa! Father!”

As the priest’s glans continued its sensual march into her vagina, she could vividly feel the thick and hot foreign object entering her body.

As if they were originally one, her sticky vaginal walls clung to the priest’s glans.

Despite the sharp pain and heavy foreign sensation, her vagina warmly embraced his penis, as if proving that she was welcoming everything about the priest with her whole body.

The priest could also recognize that welcome at once.

As a guest, he showed courtesy worthy of the welcome, and very slowly, with slow movements, he delved into Lucia.

Carefully watching Lucia’s increasingly flushed face and rougher breathing, he stopped his waist every time she flinched and kissed her cheeks and lips.

Lucia intertwined the priest’s tongue and her own tongue wildly.

Every time their lips parted, sticky saliva stretched like a thread between their lips, then snapped and touched the tip of Lucia’s chin before falling.

Lucia trembled intermittently with her legs spread to both sides, not hiding the painful pleasure.

The priest stroked Lucia’s chest every time and hugged her with his whole body, sharing the heat of their bare skin and drawing up pleasure from under her skin.

Unlike Anna’s breasts, which were large and soft and swallowed her fingers as she grabbed them, Lucia’s small, dainty, and elastic breasts seemed to bounce back the priest’s fingers the more he pressed down on them.

“Father… more, more… put it in more… I want to feel it all… I want to feel everything.”

“Lucia…”

“Yes, Father. I’m Lucia… Father’s woman.”

Lucia wrapped her arms around the priest’s neck.

Her legs slowly climbed up the priest’s waist and began to hug it.

Her vagina, which no one had ever invaded, was filled with heat welcoming the priest.

The unfamiliar emotions, unfamiliar desires, and unfamiliar pleasures that enveloped the two were so ecstatic.

Lucia was thrilled that it was the priest she had admired all her life who had taken her first time, and the priest felt a strange fate and a sense of transgression at the same time that it was that young girl he had saved who had taken his first time.

Finally, when the tip of his glans reached an unfamiliar depth, Lucia lifted her waist and raised the priest’s pubic bone to her lower abdomen.

It looked as if Lucia’s waist was clinging to the priest’s body, rather than the priest covering Lucia.

The priest’s glans lightly knocked on that elastic and plump end that his fingers had visited before.

Lucia felt her vision splitting and sparkling in all directions like a kaleidoscope landscape.

“Heok, heus,”

“…Eus,”

The priest leaned his cheek against Lucia’s neck, which was straining with blood, and put his hands under her waist that had risen into the air, hugging her waist and back.

It seemed as if all parts from the two people’s heads to their toes were stuck together.

The priest felt that his large penis was completely swallowed into her small body and let out a hot breath over her neck.

Lucia’s arms, which had been wrapped around the priest’s neck, loosened, and her hands dug into the priest’s hair.

Lucia whispered softly among her fading consciousness.

It was the timing to bring out the words she had learned from Anna someday.

“Father, please take me…”

The priest slowly pulled his waist back.

His thick penis crashed wildly as it bumped into every nook and cranny of her winding vagina.

The priest, who had bent his hips back and pulled it out almost to the end, pressed his hips down between her legs again just before his glans came out.

Lucia’s body rocked up and down, convulsing from side to side.

Screaming and shouting somewhere in the middle, Lucia dug her fingernails into the priest’s scalp.

“That! Uwaaa! Ah!”

“Does it hurt?”

“It hurts! It hurts, but… please make it hurt… Father… more… huh?”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know, aaaah… euek,”

The priest began to move with a slow but steady rhythm.

Like a slow dance tune played at a court party, the two people’s skin splattered, and the gasps and breaths that filled the space between them filled the room with a beautiful tone that no instrument could imitate.

Despite the cold night air of midwinter, the priest’s back began to sweat.

Lucia’s beautiful bare body, which boasted a slender line, was also thinly coated with sweat and glistening.

Both people’s bodies were full of moisture.

Sweat covering their bodies, each other’s saliva stuck to their faces. And bodily fluids soaking and splashing between each other’s genitals and lower abdomens.

Lucia, with her hands slipping out of the priest’s hair, hugged his slippery back as if clinging to it.

The constantly wriggling back muscles and his swollen arm muscles were raging over Lucia’s infinitely thin and slender body.

Lucia whimpered like a dog and succumbed to the spectacle, which was almost violence.

Although she had already devoted her body and mind to him and obeyed him, it was as if she was dedicating even her soul to him.

Whether it was hers, or the influence of the wolf nested inside her, Lucia liked this helpless submission that filled her heart.

She loved this feeling of being his possession.

She wanted him to torment her forever like this.

She wanted him to consider her body as a mere plaything.

Although she had never learned it from Anna, she wanted him to tighten his thick and rough hands around her thin neck, and she wanted him to slap her butt and breasts with those lid-like palms.

Of course, she knew that the priest wouldn’t do that, but Lucia had never felt happiness beyond this pain he was giving her body in her life.

“Father… more, more… more str-strongly… more strongly… do it. More… huh? I’m okay, so… please, eueugeuek, more.”

Even though the sounds of raging pain and pleasure were flowing from her throat, Lucia ordered even more fierce and rough movements.

Without answering, the priest gradually began to take the slow rhythm gaspingly.

The stable breaths and exclamations of the two people turned into a noise closer to a random cry rather than a performance anymore.

The priest was no longer in his right mind either.

It was a bizarre sight.

Lucia wanted to submit, and the priest wanted to cherish her.

But in the end, it was as if the priest was obeying Lucia’s command to make him submit her.

This bizarre irony became transgression once again, and transgression was no longer a breakwater blocking the priest’s desires, but only a stimulus that increased his pleasure even more.

The priest lifted Lucia’s body up in one fell swoop.

The two people, sitting facing each other on the bed while hugging her, kissed each other madly as if neither was first.

Lucia shook her hips back and forth while hugging the priest’s neck and head, and the priest pressed down on Lucia’s hips as if pressing on them with his fingerprints, and slammed them even harder against his pelvis.

Lucia’s scream was swallowed into the priest’s throat.

Lucia’s tears that burst out splashed down on the priest’s cheeks.

“Ah…”

A low exclamation was heard from somewhere.

It was a voice that was neither the priest’s nor Lucia’s.

“Damn it… Billy… haa…”

A small moan that could barely be heard in the darkness flowed out, but it did not reach the ears of Lucia and the priest, who were surrounded by each other’s breaths and screams.