Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: I Can't Hold Back Anymore. (9)
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“Haa... haa...”
Stumbling out like a walking corpse came Priest Isaiah. Saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth as if he'd taken some drug, his breaths coming in ragged gasps—he looked so unsteady that he might collapse at any moment.
Did... did he escape? But... how?
Goblins were swarming everywhere. For a man to slip out without being noticed wouldn't have been easy at all...
She'd imagined finding the priest locked up somewhere or tied down. The last thing she'd expected was to spot him smack in the middle of this passageway.
“P-Priest!”
Circumstances could wait. They'd found him, so securing his safety was the top priority.
Isabel Perez leaped out from behind the wall, shouting for him as she rushed forward. She risked alerting the goblins, but they were just fodder to be killed anyway, so she didn't care. She grabbed him right away.
“Ar-Are you okay?”
“Hng...”
She dashed over and seized his dazed shoulders. Like a broken marionette, Priest Isaiah swayed limply with the force she applied. Only after a moment did he react, slowly lifting his head.
“Isabel...”
“Fuck... those filthy mutts...”
She hadn't noticed from afar, but up close, it was even more wretched. Never mind his shredded clothes—whatever they'd done, angry red welts like tight rope burns stood out starkly all over his body.
But something even worse caught her eye, drawing her gaze downward until she was speechless.
Is... is this okay?
His manhood stood rigidly at attention, pointing skyward. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, proudly on display.
Had the goblins already gotten to him?
This was her first time seeing a man's erect cock up close, but as a woman, she knew roughly what it meant.
Sexual arousal...
Of course, she didn't think it was voluntary. She'd seen those goblins carrying aphrodisiac leaves earlier. Piecing it together, it was obvious they'd done something twisted to the priest's body. The key question was whether they'd laid their filthy hands on him in that way...
A close inspection revealed only precum leaking—no signs of female fluids on his body.
So he hadn't been mounted yet?
She couldn't be sure.
Too little information from these fragments. She had a mountain of questions, but in his current state, asking them was impossible.
Krr... krr...
As she frantically pieced it together, goblin cries echoed from nearby. Judging it too dangerous to stay, she scooped Priest Isaiah into her arms and ducked into a hidden spot out of sight.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Are they gone?
After the goblins' prowling cries faded, Isabel peeked out cautiously. Holed up in a cramped nook inside the cave, she finally breathed a sigh of relief once she confirmed they'd left.
“Priest... how's your body holding up...? You okay?”
“Haa... haa...”
She asked worriedly, but he gave no answer. His face burned like a fireball, heaving rough breaths.
“What did those bastards do to you? Nothing like... what I'm thinking, right? No getting... you know.”
Instead of words, he nodded emphatically. Thank goodness—he hadn't suffered anything unspeakable at their hands.
Made sense. If he had, he wouldn't have mustered the will to escape. Isabel knew what happened to men found in monster nests, after all.
Their minds shattered, regressing to childlike intelligence—or worse, condemned to a soulless, zombie-like existence forever.
By comparison... the priest still seemed fine.
“My... body's so hot.”
“Huh?”
“I feel like I'm going insane.”
At his pained words, Isabel crawled closer in the tight space. She pressed her hand to his forehead, and scorching heat poured onto her palm.
He's got a serious fever.
What the hell did they feed him? His forehead blazed like an inferno. His trembling body soon twisted and writhed.
“Ngh... it hurts...”
“...”
Isabel's gaze drifted downward involuntarily, locking in place.
“...”
Damn... that's huge...
It was an impressive specimen. She wondered how it was built to stand so rigidly. Did all men swell like this when aroused...? She knew she shouldn't, but sparkling curiosity overtook her.
“I-Isabel...”
Lost in a trance, she snapped back at his groaning. Even she couldn't believe her own thoughts.
Crazy... what am I thinking about the priest...
Isabel knew he was an attractive man. But there were lines not to cross, especially now.
No matter how starved she was from celibacy, this would make her no better than those goblin scum.
“C-Can you stand? Let's get out of this cave first...”
She shoved the impure thoughts aside, eager to escape.
That weird, unfamiliar scent had been lingering... Staying longer might affect her too.
“Isabel...”
“Yes?”
Priest Isaiah grabbed her hand as she tried to rise. Drugged and dazed, he shook his head side to side, then slowly guided her hand downward.
Thud.
A hot, rigid sensation filled her palm. What the—? Her face flushed crimson in an instant, and she yelped like an idiot: “Eek!”
Wh-what? Huh? What is this? W-Wait? Huh?
Her hand rested on nothing other than the priest's manhood. Doubting her eyes, she yanked it back instinctively and stumbled three steps away, slumping against the wall.
“Haa... haa...”
F-Fucking hell...
The sensation was vivid. Soft yet scorching, slick with precum—the brief contact left her hand feeling warm even now.
Isabel stared blankly at the hand that had just touched Priest Isaiah's cock.
As if to prove it wasn't a dream, clear, sticky fluid like arousal clung to her skin.
“Isabel...”
His voice came out lewdly alluring. She jolted, looking up.
“Haa... haa... haa... haa...”
Uncomfortable in his tattered clothes, Priest Isaiah stripped them off. Face flushed with arousal, he dropped to all fours and crept toward her.
“...”
Ugh... nowhere to look. She tried denying it, but the drug's haze must have seeped in—her own excitement was building. She knew she needed to stay calm, but her mind and body weren't aligned. Like any woman, with a man closing in like this, she froze rigid.
“Isabel... Isabel...”
He chanted her name, crawling relentlessly. The rough stone floor must hurt his knees, but he ignored it, reaching the distance where their breaths mingled.
“Priest... c-calm down. It's the drug. Just hold on a bit, and I'll— Mmph!”
Before she finished, his lips crashed into hers. As if to silence her babbling, his tongue plunged in boldly, entwining without mercy.
What... what do I do?
Priest Isaiah ravaged her mouth like a coiling serpent, licking every corner. Panicked, Isabel tried shoving him away, but he clung harder, resisting fiercely.
Smooch... smooch...
No... we can't... this is wrong...
Her mind screamed it was forbidden, but her body wouldn't obey. As if controlled by someone else, it refused her will, and she yielded her mouth.
Sluuuurp...
His tongue delved deep, seizing hers and sucking it greedily. The indescribable, sticky pleasure—her first taste of it—ignited heat deep inside her.
“Pha...”
Priest Isaiah pulled back with an unabashed, wet pop. Dozens of translucent strands stretched between their lips before snapping.
“Haa... haa... Priest, you need to snap out of it. If you keep this up...”
“Keep this up?”
“Huh?”
“What'll you do about it? You're stronger than me, Isabel. Push me away if you hate it... Why? Can't? Feels good, doesn't it...? You want even better, right?”
“...”
His unexpected words froze her. Through them, she sensed his eyes were utterly different now.
It was the sticky, bewitching gaze of a succubus, hungry to devour a woman's yin essence.