The One Who Stays By Your Side in the Hardest Times #1
I'm tired.
A priest's work was far more grueling than expected.
Before the rooster could crow at dawn, he began each day earlier than anyone else by copying scriptures.
After that he would go to the sanctuary, preside over sacraments, and tend to the spiritual care of the faithful.
And ever since becoming Leni's personal priest, he also had to wake her at this hour and read the scriptures aloud to her.
Only then would he look after Leni until noon.
During his rare breaks he read in the archive, and when Pidea was awake he spoke with her.
The demon girl possessed a reservoir of knowledge greater than the combined collection of every book in Iredain, and for Emil—who had come from another world—that knowledge was indispensable.
In the afternoon he returned to caring for Leni, and only after the sun had set did his duties finally end.
And today was especially full of one thing after another…
His head throbbed.
Leni, who had been sobbing uncontrollably in Emil's arms, eventually calmed and slowly explained everything.
That the stench was a symptom of her curse. That anyone who saw the mark with their own eyes would inevitably come to hate her.
Only now did it all make sense.
Why she had been so fiercely guarded. How heavy a burden it must have been for a child so young.
When he asked if there was anything he could do for her as a priest, Leni simply shook her head.
“High priests, black mages—every suspicious character you can imagine has already tried. None of them could do anything.”
She added softly,
“Just… I hope you won’t hate me. That’s enough.”
The words left a complicated ache in his chest.
Damn it. How the hell did I get tangled up in all this?
I should ask Pidea again. Who would know more about curses than a demon?
Still, one thing continued to nag at him.
Why was Alon Ricgard so fixated on a mere bastard girl?
Even Leni had spoken vaguely on that point.
Perhaps she was…
To hell with useless speculation. I need rest first. Too much has happened today…
He set off with that firm resolution, but soon realized it would have to wait.
“…Ah, Lady Cately.”
“Priest Emil… Emil.”
The moment their eyes met for the first time in five days, molten desire poured from her gaze.
Of course. He had left her neglected for days.
His quarters had been moved near Leni’s room and he had been endlessly busy, so there had been no chance for a single secret rendezvous.
Every time their eyes brushed while passing in the corridors, he had felt the heat of her lust burning like fire.
True to form, the instant she saw him she lifted her skirt and begged without shame.
“Hold me, Emil. Please… right now…”
What choice was there?
Fortunately, even through his exhaustion, Emil’s body responded with perfect honesty.
The sight of his swollen length made Cately lose what little restraint she had left. She seized his arm and pulled him toward their hidden place.
“Come. Hurry…!”
The moment the door to their private sanctuary closed and the lock clicked, Cately stripped away every layer until not a thread remained.
Between her legs, her soaked folds glistened openly.
She spread them with two fingers and showed him.
“Look, Emil. See how wet I am? My body is aching for yours. Quickly… hurry. Put it inside me.”
He would give her exactly what she wanted.
When he laid her down slowly on the floor, the chill of the stone raised faint goosebumps across her skin.
“Mmh… hng.”
Yet even that cold seemed only to fuel her excitement.
“Come to me, Emil… I want to take all of you inside and hold you there. Ahh…”
There was no need for foreplay. The moment he pushed in, he was enveloped by warm, sticky depths.
She was so wet that her juices flowed freely down her thighs with every thrust, as though he were scooping her essence out with his cock.
“Haaah… ah. Emil, ngh, does it feel good?”
“It does, my lady.”
Cately’s breathing grew ragged and feverish in time with his movements.
“Ah… hng!”
Slowly.
Yet deeply.
He could feel her body growing hotter by the second.
“Emil… kiss me.”
She gasped the words, craving his mouth.
When he brought his lips close, her tongue drew him in as if starved. She adored kissing.
The moment their tongues tangled, her eyes turned glassy, her face melted with pleasure, and her walls squeezed his length with loving pressure.
“Hahp… mmm…”
She burned.
Truly, scorchingly hot.
“Ahh, haa… it’s so hot. I can feel every inch of you… Deeper. Harder. Aah…!”
Even so, small orgasms kept rippling through her. Each time, her insides twitched and clenched greedily around him.
“As you wish, my lady.”
He began driving into her with real force.
“Ahhng… kyaaah…!”
Her scream melted into a moan at once.
She clung to his back like a maiden, nails raking red lines across his skin, unable to contain the pleasure that spilled from her lips.
“Ugh, hk, ngh… aah…!”
Her body shuddered.
Her inner walls convulsed, gripping him tightly.
With unfocused, hazy eyes, Cately clung to him and whispered,
“Wait… hng, ah— from behind… take me from behind. Like beasts. Like dogs mating. Please.”
Even after climaxing she remained insatiable.
With a slender hand she slowly withdrew him, then lay face-down on trembling legs and lifted her hips invitingly.
“Aah… come quickly. Use my body however roughly you like. Do you know how lonely I was without you?”
He gripped her narrow waist and thrust back in; she swallowed him to the root at once.
“Huuuung…!”
A long, throaty moan tore from her.
“Didn’t Lord Alon spend the nights with you? If I were him, I would never have left such a lewd body untouched.”
The moment the words left his mouth he regretted them.
Talking about her husband while buried inside her was hardly proper conversation for an adulterous affair.
But Cately answered between moans.
“Haa… since the day I met you, I haven’t let him touch me once… He’s been busy with other women anyway. After I refused him a few times, he stopped coming to me without the slightest regret.”
She spoke as if it were something to be proud of.
“Hng… let him return to the lover he truly cares for and his whores. I love you. Hah… if I can have you, I need nothing else.”
Good heavens.
It was a mercy he was taking her from behind; he had no confidence he could keep his expression neutral after hearing that.
This woman who so proudly declared to her lover that she had kept her chastity for her husband… was unmistakably out of her mind.
“Ugh, hng, ngh…! Haa, Emil. Emil…!”
Her voice was growing more and more broken. Another climax seemed imminent.
Emil, too, felt his own heat surging.
“Emil… inside me. Give it to me inside. Today is safe…”
He obeyed.
The slender waist gripped in both hands jerked as if electrified. His cock pulsed, flooding her depths with thick, hot seed.
“Ugh, huu… Emil.”
Though she could barely hold herself up, Cately crawled forward and gently took the spent length in her hand.
“Haa… I’ll clean you.”
She carefully held him and finally took him into her mouth.
The warm, wet embrace drew an involuntary groan from his throat. The cock that had only just softened rose rigid again at once.
“Oh my…”
Startled by its renewed vigor, Cately let out a heated sigh.
At first she had kept her head lowered, but the rigid shaft forced her to lift her face to lick it properly. The new angle offered an even clearer view of her flushed, aroused expression.
“Yes. This is it. It never tires… this magnificent thing that could cover any woman at any moment and plant its seed deep inside her.”
Cately closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the head as reverently as a bride kissing her groom.
A soft chu sounded.
“I love you. Haa… give it to me, Emil.”
She exhaled with a sultry breath.
She knew exactly how to use her tongue and precisely what pleased a man. She employed that knowledge with loving devotion.
“My lady… ugh.”
Through countless encounters she had thoroughly learned how to pleasure Emil.
From the way she used her tongue and hands, to her gaze, her breathing, the coquettish twist of her body—every motion was calculated to bring him delight.
“Hngh… mmm.”
She licked the tip as though scraping it with her tongue,
then suddenly swallowed him to the very back of her throat. The wet, squelching sounds of saliva and cock echoed inside her mouth.
“Ugh…!”
Ordinarily he would have finished right then, but a strange flicker of defiance toward Cately made him hold back.
Surprised that he had not come immediately, she looked up at him with wide eyes.
“You’re still so good at holding back.”
“Hahm, mmm. I’ve practiced with your cock dozens upon dozens of times…”
When he stroked her cheek, he could feel the shape of his own length moving beneath the flushed skin.
Her cheeks were burning hot.
“Cately.”
The rising climax could no longer be denied.
“Emil. This time… cum on my face… ah, I want to feel your love on my skin.”
With those words she sucked him with renewed ferocity. At the same time her hand slipped between her own legs, fingers working frantically.
Between those moving fingers, the semen he had just released trickled out and dripped onto the floor.
“Cately…!”
His hips jerked. She pulled him free at once and received every pulse of his release across her face.
Her flushed red cheeks painted white with his seed created an utterly obscene picture. In ecstasy she gathered the thick fluid from her lips and both cheeks with her fingers and swallowed it down.