Chapter 31: The Zealot’s Frenzy

“Haa…”

Bel wiped the sweat streaming down her forehead and exhaled deeply.

She had only been lying down, receiving service—yet her thighs and calves trembled as though drained of strength.

Lema’s rough palms slid over Bel’s quivering skin, massaging her calves, kneading her ankles and feet, loosening her tense muscles.

With one eye cracked open, Bel glanced sideways. As expected, Lema’s brows were furrowed, his head tilted slightly, as if utterly baffled by how easily Bel unraveled.

“Master.”
“Mm…”

Leaning down, crawling closer, Lema enveloped Bel in his small frame with ease.

Right in front of Bel’s eyes loomed his protruding Adam’s apple, his chest sculpted with tight muscle.

He did not stop at merely holding him. Lema kissed Bel’s lips. When Bel accepted—no, welcomed—it, Lema noticed but hesitated for only a moment. Then he sucked at Bel’s earlobe, biting down gently.

Through the ear canal, Bel could hear his beastlike breathing. Then came a low, hoarse whisper that vibrated inside her.

“Master.”
“Haa…”
“There is one thing I wish to ask.”

That rich, low voice alone was enough to stir a shallow wave of pleasure again.

“Mm…”

Lema waited patiently until Bel, eyes shut, had savored the sensation.

“Is this act truly what makes me your sacrifice?”

“I am a being who grants human wishes. Killing and eating isn’t the point.”

Perhaps it was hard to believe. Until now, whenever Bel felt emptiness gnawing inside, she had killed men, devoured them, and taken them as offerings.

But satisfaction never matched the effort when taken that way.

“That’s not what I like best. The best is a summoner who can call me by sheer will. Still, you… you qualify, at least a little.”

“You grant human wishes…”

Belmias had been summoned for humanity’s sake from the beginning. Humans who longed desperately for their wishes to be granted were themselves the offerings. It was natural they would burst apart with the mere touch of her.

In short, humans with the qualifications of a summoner would inevitably grow weak in her presence.

Which implied one hidden truth:
A summoner could be her weakness.

That meant the only ones who could kill Belmias… were summoners.

Had Lema caught on to that?
With his sharp mind, he likely had.

“Then…”

He paused, as if pondering. For a moment, his gaze cooled—but it vanished quickly.

Then he spoke, as though stating his wish.

“Then I ask you… to feel me completely.”

Climbing atop her, Lema swept aside Bel’s disheveled hair. Pressing his lips against the exposed pale nape, he slid his arms beneath Bel’s knees and spread them open.

The next moment, his unruly movements forced a moan out of Bel.

“Ah…! Nngh.”

Nestled between Bel’s thighs, Lema ground his stiff, swollen length against her like a rutting dog.

“Haa… haa…”

Already overstimulated—by his hands, his mouth, his saliva and tongue—Bel’s core throbbed with unbearable sensitivity.

When that stone-hard shaft rubbed over her clit, faint whimpers slipped out. Lema never missed them, smearing himself in Bel’s slick arousal, waiting until he heard those sweet sighs—then thrusting inside.

“Nngh, haaah…”
“Haa…”

With a rough exhale, he forced himself into the tight seam.

Bel gripped his arm, trying to accept him—but fearing he might snap or burst apart, she let go, clutching the bedsheet instead.

Every time Lema pushed deeper, Bel’s fists clenched the fabric tighter.

“Ah… Master.”

Noticing the bones bulging on Bel’s clenched hand, Lema pried it free and kissed her fingers. He guided Bel’s arm up, draping it over his shoulder.

“You’ll kill me.”

Bel grimaced, but Lema only curved his eyes into a graceful smile.

“Then kill me if you wish.”
“…What?”
“I understood everything you said. If I fail in my duty as an offering, I die—yes?”

“Yes, that’s—haaah…!”

Sliding an arm under Bel’s waist, he pulled her up, pressing her flush against his chest.

Bel’s flesh, always so fragile before him, parted with ease. Her insides burned hot, yet the pillar scraping into her felt even hotter.

The walls he had so carefully loosened with hands and tongue accepted the girth without resistance, squeezing tight enough that even Lema grimaced, sweat dripping down his cheek.

“Ahh… ngh.”

Once he was fully sheathed, Lema ground his teeth and froze.

Then he withdrew in one brutal pull.

The emptiness made Bel look up—just as he slammed back in.

Thud!

“Hhk!”
“Ahh!”

Her vision blinked white and back again.

He had rammed into her like driving a stake.

“—!”

Bel’s mouth opened soundlessly, body trembling. It was pain—or pleasure so violent it felt like pain.

“Haaah…!”

The air turned scorching. Oxygen itself seemed to vanish.

As Bel gasped for breath, Lema withdrew again.

“Ahh, nnngh!”
Thud!

The sudden, deep penetration stole her breath once more. Her hands clenched tight.

“W-wait—ahh!”

But her arms were around Lema’s shoulders. Her nails raked across Lema’s back. Hard muscle yielded easily, sinking under her claws.

Startled, Bel pulled away—but it was too late. Warm liquid trailed down Lema’s back.

“Ah, stop, enough—ahh!”

Yet even bleeding, this fanatic did not stop.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Ughh, ahh! Ahnn, nghhh!”

Bel had thought she had already peaked—but with three savage thrusts, Lema drove her over again. Each time his cock withdrew and plunged to the root, Bel’s body convulsed, climaxing hard.

Her slickened insides swallowed him hungrily again and again.

“Haa… haa… O Lord, your holy body is… so hot, nghh… ahhh…”

From then on, he lost all restraint. His gaze never wavered, his breathing turning more beast than man.

Until now, he had touched Bel’s cheek, guided her , made it lovemaking. But now, all of it vanished.

Blood had driven him feral.

Gripping Bel’s waist, he pounded into her like a rutting beast, his sole purpose reduced to f*cking.

“St-stop, nghh, haa…!”

Bel’s cries spilled out without control.

Each mindless thrust stole her breath, suffocating her with pleasure.

Her nails slashed across Lema’s cheek.

“Kh—!”

It nearly gouged her eye out.

But even bleeding from cheek and shoulder, Lema Valkite did not stop.

Bel realized she might kill him without meaning to—so she tried desperately… by surrendering, turning off her defenses completely.

“Ahh, ahh, nghhh, ahhh, mmnnh!”

Now all Bel could do was writhe in his arms and cry out in broken pleasure.