No Boneless Wings at Gochubasasak Lately...
If I just sat here with my hands tied, I'd end up dead at the Pope's machinations. Even if he didn't kill me himself, he'd do everything in his power to humiliate me and solidify his position. I could guess as much from how he, another possessor, rejected all the others. The locals here had all sorts of levels, but most people assumed gamers started at max level—and new content was usually balanced around that anyway. So unless they were total newbies, all possessors were max level. If one of them landed in a body that already held power... yeah, he'd want to nip any threats in the bud before they could leverage their strength to challenge him. All for his own power. That's why he'd moved against me, the so-called saintess, personally.
To avoid dying by his hand, did I really have to bow to this succubus? I'd carried out her orders so far, so I figured I should at least ask. If she'd lied just to trick me, there'd be no point negotiating anymore. The moment her words changed, that spark of hope would die, and I'd lose any leverage to bargain with her.
"If I refuse, are you going to kill Brother Hamill?"
"Hmm... well, this time I have to save both of you. I promised, didn't I? A kiss on my pussy and I'd let you live. But that guy—his dick didn't even twitch looking at my body. No fun at all. Is he impotent or something?"
"Who knows..."
Her willingness to keep her word at least gave me pause. I didn't have much aversion to becoming a succubus. If I'd been a native here, maybe I'd harbor some deep-seated grudge against demons. But the Pope openly consorted with one, and the holy knights didn't bat an eye—so contracting with Laila probably wouldn't give anyone much ammunition against me.
"Is the Pope contracted with you too?"
"It's a contract, sure, but accepting me as kin is a whole other thing. With the Pope, it's just business. With you, Saintess... you're my little joy. If I had to pick family, it'd be you over him."
Convenient words. Her criteria for "family" were purely subjective. It could mean she'd side with the Pope as long as I didn't die—or ditch him the moment I took even a little hit. Only Laila knew her true intent, but I had no choice anyway. She was my last lifeline out of here.
"...I'll do it, succubus."
"You're allying with a demon right now?"
One of the holy knights who'd been watching us barked in disappointment. I gave him a wistful smile.
"The Pope's contracted too, and you're all turning a blind eye. Why can't I?"
"Urk... Our families are hostages! The brothers and sisters who refused the changed Pope's orders have been imprisoned with theirs—we don't even know where they are!"
I got the situation, but expecting me not to do this? What kind of logic was that from people who'd been cursing me to piss myself on the floor? Still, I hadn't lost it enough to yell at them about hypocrisy. Even now, I was managing my image with a poignant smile—doing my best in this moment. This really was my only option left.
"Same here. To keep an innocent from dying, I can sacrifice this body of mine."
"Ufufu. No need to listen to her. Now, faithful sister—your lower belly might feel a little ticklish."
Laila's right hand touched my abdomen, and from the point of contact, my flesh sizzled as the tattoo etched itself in. But there was no burning pain. Instead, a surge of pleasure buckled my waist.
"Ha, haaaah!"
"Oh, the mark isn't set yet. Hold on."
Laila steadied my shoulder with her free hand, preventing me from folding over. The unfamiliar tremor deep in my gut reminded me of that phrase about the womb throbbing—but it stopped there, teasing without release. I tried grabbing her hand, but my thigh-bound arms only brushed her wrist with my fingertips.
"Ahn, haaah, hueee!"
The endless foreplay without climax had me clamping my legs together. Even pressing my knees didn't rub my thighs enough, and when I tried harder, Laila pinned them lightly with her foot. "Stay still." Her weightless pressure kept my legs from lifting, leaving me writhing and whimpering like a begging beast. My torn panties still hung at my knees, unhealed, and my tail was hidden. I couldn't masturbate in front of all these holy knights and Laila, so my clenched fists trembled uselessly against my thighs.
"There, all done."
Time had blurred—welcome yet regrettable words reached my ears. Laila's hand left my belly, her arm slipping from my shoulder. My waist snapped forward, and I tumbled to the floor. My body craved more stimulation to sate the lust, but I couldn't fulfill it—pure agony. I wanted something long shoved in my pussy, filling my womb. Gritting my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut against the rising desire. After curling up to endure the spasms, Laila muttered curiously.
"Why isn't the transformation happening? The seal's definitely there. Saintess, are you a virgin? How? The Pope fucked you yesterday."
"Hic... the holy relic..."
Sniffling through the unrelenting frustration, I barely answered. Laila laughed incredulously.
"Ha, you were wearing FSM's toy? Ahaha, I thought the Pope's premature dick just got crushed by your tight pussy, but it got shredded by that? Hilarious!"
"Hueee..."
Laila's friendly vibe flipped. She yanked my hair, shaking my head.
"You fucking saintess bitch, lying to me? If you're a virgin, say so!"
"I-I didn't know! Kyaaah!"
"You bitch, draining my power like this? No way I'm letting that slide! Any male holy knights here? Whip out your dicks! Punch this bitch's hymen!"
A few knights flinched at her sharp tone. Laila zeroed in on the one nearest the open bars, grabbing his wrist and yanking him over. He stumbled as she deftly stripped his pants.
"Already hard. Just shove it in."
"Ah, ur..."
Terrified by the monstrous thing, I tried scooting back on my knees, but without arm support, I toppled over. Laila seized my knees, spreading my legs, and urged him on.
"Hurry and fuck her. I'm the Pope's proxy interrogating—help out."
"Urk... but the Pope fucked her and..."
"When's a beauty like this gonna drop in your lap, brother? Worth going impotent for."
"Hmm..."
The knight grumbled reluctance as he thrust his hips forward. His massive cock touched my slit—I squeezed my eyes shut. But again, no sensation of penetration, no deeper thrust from the tattoo's stimulation filling my pussy. The knight, though, started pumping eagerly.
"Urk... so tight. It's sucking me in..."
"Hehe, succubus instinct. Absorb his essence freely and be reborn as my little sister."
He hooked my legs over his hips, pounding away. His pelvis slapped my ass with wet smacks of flesh on flesh. Laila, supporting my back, groped my bouncing breasts with expert technique—leagues beyond Hanbyeol's dream touches or Iris's caresses. My body quivered from my chest alone.
"Auuu, aaa..."
"Hah, hah, urk—gonna, gonna cum!"
"Inside."
"Urk!"
The knight shuddered once, then stilled. Panting, he released my legs and pulled out—only to clutch where his dick had been, just like the Pope.
"Gaaah! Me, impotent?!"
Blood gushed from his balls-only groin. Some knights clutched their crotches, but Laila ignored them.
"Next."
"S-Sister Laila... but..."
"Defying the Pope's proxy?"
"Urk..."
Laila had already made me cum with just my breasts, leaving me dazed. Spotting the blood late, I reflexively cast a heal. They were holy knights—could've healed themselves—but their clumsy stemming looked amateurish. Midway, I wondered if partial healing would leave him pillar-less like the Pope, but revenge won out: better to regrow nothing at all. I kept praying.
Bleeding stopped, the knight sighed at his missing part, pulled up his pants.
"Phew. No regrets. First and last time with a woman like her..."
"Three more. You three up front."
As he left, three more entered. Laila kept kneading my breasts.
"All guys?"
"Yes. All male holy knights."
"Get hard."
"I-I don't want to go impotent."
"Me neither..."
"No impotence for me!"
They refused to drop trou, so Laila snapped.
"Pray to your god while you fuck then. FSM's relic blocks even the entrance—your faith that weak?"
"Don't blaspheme our god!"
"Ha, know what? Gods aren't omnipotent or loving. FSM's the most reasonable, giving commandments and begging you not to fight. Think they see us as beloved faithful? Nah, we're just earthworms fertilizing the soil for flowers they care about. Toy from such a god makes you impotent? Can't pray to fuck?"
"Even with the Pope's backing, blasphemy is..."
"Fine, hands and tits then. These big—bet sliding between feels great, right?"
Laila cupped my breasts demonstratively. The knights halted their protests, swallowing hard. One stepped forward first; the others hesitated, envious.
"You two, hands."
"Mouth..."
"Bite it off if you want."
"Hands it is."
The relic guarded only my lower holes—nothing stopped one grabbing my tits and wedging his revolting cock between. I clenched my fists to protect my hands, but Laila's whispered incantation in my ear slackened my body, fingers included. The other two positioned at my sides, placing their dicks in my palms. Laila gripped my hands around them, stroking slowly. Her strength shook my thigh-bound wrists too.
"Hic..."
Tears welled in this joyless humiliation. Even my greedy body rebelled, furious at being a tool for others' lust while ignoring its own pleasure.
"Whoa, tits so springy."
"Time your loads to make her cum. Saintess... loosen grip and something happens to that monk brother. Squeeze tight. Got it, virgin whore?"
"Hic..."
Wronged and insulted, I wept but obeyed, clutching their cocks. Their groans quickened. Laila teased my clit with both hands—too scared to finger my pussy, she avoided even touching the slit.
"C-cumming!"
"Hold it! She hasn't—useless cumdumps."
Three cocks erupted white globs onto my chest, neck, jaw, hair, stockings—dripping slowly. I regretted Laila's hand leaving my clit, disgusted by the mess on me. About to purify, she pinched my mouth shut.
"Not done. Useless things—dicks going soft after one? Out. Next."
The three shuffled out pants-up. The next trio entered. Outside, the female knights' disgusted glares softened with pity.