Chapter 15: Instincts Unleashed

Just the kiss and breast caress had left her cunt soaked, and Lema’s saliva was added to it.

The slick sensation brought a novel pleasure with just a slight movement of Lema’s tongue.

“Hnng, haa…”

Perhaps because he was a large man, his tongue was also thick and strong.

Lema, glancing up at Bel to gauge her reaction, instinctively delved deeper.

His tongue’s movements, gaining confidence from her positive response, became more ferocious.

The tongue that had only been probing the inside now swept from bottom to top along the slit.

When the tip of his tongue touched the plumply raised flesh, Bel arched her back and moaned.

“Hnnngh…! Ah…!”

And Lema, instinctively knowing that was Bel’s sensitive spot, immediately took it into his mouth.

Lathering it with saliva, his hot tongue rubbed her clitoris.

Pursing his lips to cover the entire piece of flesh, he began to move his tongue lewdly.

While enveloping the plumply raised clitoris with his lips, he used only his tongue to peel back the foreskin.

The tender flesh thus revealed, Lema began to stir and probe the crevices, just as he had when licking her nipples.

“Ha, hnnngh…!”

The stimulation was intense.

It was so strong that she could feel the slick wetness gushing from between her legs.

Lema, who had been sucking on her clitoris, momentarily removed his lips and let out a hot breath.

The veins on his forearms, which were gripping Bel’s thighs, bulged.

His powerful tongue, like a wriggling fish, pushed its way into the tightly closed flesh, widening the inner walls.

The sloppy sounds began to become somewhat lewd, but Lema was rather more aroused by them.

“Hnngk!”

As Bel’s hips bucked, Lema placed a hand on her stomach and pressed down, while his thumb pressed and rolled her clitoris in a circular motion.

“Hnngh, haa…!”

It was not an act done with any real knowledge.

Lema had simply meticulously observed Bel’s reactions and persistently sought out her sensitive spots.

He didn’t miss a single thing—the way she writhed, the movement of her hips and buttocks, even the languid sighs she let out.

Realistically, he couldn’t have become skilled in a single act.

It was just that his focus on finding where his partner responded and pushing that sensation to its limit had worked perfectly.

In a sense, Lema’s act resembled desperation more than a primal urge.

For the holy knight who had lost his god and been pushed to the brink, this was the only lifeline offered to him.

“Ah, aaaah…!”

And the more he saw Bel react more intensely to his touch, the more the hope that he could regain his faith and the honor that came with it gradually became a reality.

That fact gave this holy knight a greater sense of fulfillment than the pleasure Bel was writhing in below him.

Bel climaxed lightly and squeezed her eyes shut.

The inner walls Lema had been groping contracted and relaxed strongly, tightening around the fingers that were still filling her.

Lema, who couldn’t carelessly pull out what he had shoved inside and felt the convulsions with his fingertips, soon trembled on his own and hung his head low.

Veins stood out on his thick neck, and his jaw tensed.

And he desperately suppressed a beast-like groan that escaped through his clenched teeth.

“Khk… Haa…!”

In the end, Lema had climaxed just from the realization that he had satisfied his god.

It seemed he had come much harder than Bel, who had felt a shallow climax.

When Bel opened her eyes narrowly and looked up at him, Lema, who had been staring down at Bel blankly with unfocused eyes, seemed to come to his senses and pulled out his fingers.

A sloppy sound followed, and Lema looked at the slick fluid smeared on his hand and then licked it.

“Master…”

With an expression that made it unclear whether he was sane or not, he darted his eyes around and then casually asked Bel.

“Did I… satisfy you?”

Bel glanced at his thigh, which was bulging in the direction where his genitals were housed, and confirmed that the tip was wet.

He had cum on his own without being touched, and yet his penis was taut and swollen again as if nothing had happened.

Bel chuckled and answered.

“No.”

And she sat up and reached for Lema’s waist.

It didn’t take long to find the string that held his bottoms.

Even Lema, who had been acting innocent until now, knew what that meant and shook his head wildly.

“H-how dare I. Ah!”

“You’re not going to do it?”

“That’s…”

It was a short sentence, but Lema understood its meaning perfectly.

Although Lema had been the one serving diligently just now, the one who had derived greater satisfaction from it was Lema, not Bel.

Asking if he wasn’t going to do it was asking if he was going to just pull out after coming on his own, having failed to satisfy her.

That would be an even greater irreverence.

Lema had already become a faithful servant who accurately understood the intentions of the god he would serve.

“Quickly.”

In the end, Lema pulled down his own bottoms.

His tautly swollen penis sprang into the air.

The penis, having already cum once, was slick with a milky white fluid, and the corresponding manly scent wafted up.

Already slick and hard to the limit, the penis seemed to need no further touching.

As expected of something never used for this purpose, the penis was as beautiful as a sculpture.

A clean shaft, pinkish from the lack of pigmentation, with bluish veins clearly visible.

Even though it was erect to its limit and smeared with freshly ejaculated semen, it didn’t look hideous or dirty.

“…”

A tense Lema kept his lips firmly shut, then, as if having made up his mind, he carefully laid Bel down again and spread her thighs.

A heavy pillar touched the space between her legs.

Just the touch transmitted a searing heat.

“Ah, haa, master, hnnngh…”

Even though her thighs were already slick, and the path had been sufficiently prepared with fingers, Lema moved clumsily and missed the spot.

But this time, Bel did not guide him to the right path.

“Ugh…”

His face beet red and on the verge of tears, Lema’s panting, beast-like appearance was quite a sight to behold.
But that sight didn’t last long.
Like a man who learns instinctive acts quickly, he soon found the place where they fit together properly.

“Ah, hnnngh…”

“Hoo…”

Then, the heated pillar penetrated inside.

Willingly accepting the foreign object that pushed in, filling her heavily, Bel moaned languidly.

But this time too, Lema’s pleasure was greater than Bel’s.

Feeling like he would be pushed back by the inner walls that were tightening around his own as if in resistance, Lema pushed his hips forward even more.

As the inner flesh clung, it was no longer just pushing, but tightening and twisting.

“Hah, heuk…”

Panting as if he would run out of breath, Lema pushed his penis deeper inside.

“Ah, aaah… Master.”

If until now he had felt satisfaction in the act of regaining his god as a holy knight, now a beast’s desire had awakened.

His panting breaths were now as rough as a beast in heat.

A drop of cold sweat trickled down along Lema’s muscles.

Lema instinctively pulled his hips back, then thrust inside again in one go.

“Hnngh…!”

“Hahk!”

Even when she had confirmed the shape and size of his penis, she had thought it was bigger than expected, but the movement of widening and scraping the inside was more stimulating than anticipated.

Bel frowned and moaned.

‘Yes, yes,’ with each movement of his hips, a moan burst out in time with his movements.

The sound grew louder and sweeter.

The feeling of depravity, combined with the stimulation felt in his genitals, made it impossible for Lema to come to his senses.

Seeing the god he had decided to serve unravel beneath him…

“Yes…! Lema…”

And those words were the catalyst that blew Lema’s reason away.

Lema, who didn’t even know what he was holding back, finally reached the limit of his patience.

He finally began to move his hips like a beast.

Moving as his instincts desired, if there was a place where his master responded, he would find only that spot and persistently pound and thrust.

“Ah, ah, aaah! Ah!”

“Haa, ha, master, haa, heuk… Ah…”

The more he found a spot where Bel responded and thrust, the stronger the pressure and tightening on his penis became, so Lema instinctively rubbed only that spot.

It was a truly impulsive act, but he couldn’t stop moving his hips.

Lema, who felt that holding her thighs and shaking his hips was hindering the main act, grabbed Bel’s waist.

As his thick forearms grabbed her back, Bel’s slender waist lifted into the air.

And from then on, there was nothing but greed.

A movement to relieve his impulses and desires by pounding the soft, hot inner walls.

“Mmm, yes! Hnnng! Hnnngh…! Aang!”

Ah, would it break if he kept thrusting and rubbing inside like this?

Bel’s rising moans stimulated that strange anxiety.

Wanting to swallow even that, a desire boiled up, and Lema leaned down and took even Bel’s lips into his mouth.