"Th-this... such obscenity..." Erina muttered.
"Why is it obscene for me to move on my own?" Lucius asked, unfazed.
"Are you telling me to gyrate my hips?"
"When a woman is on top, it goes deeper, which is better for conception. Surely you don't enjoy being penetrated from below?"
"Don't say 'penetrated.' Ugh..."
Erina sighed, staring at his erect member. She adjusted her hips, aligning herself with him. Slowly, she took him in, feeling a dizzying pleasure as her body enveloped his. With each thrust of her hips, she couldn't hold back her moans.
"Ngh...!"
"Ah... ahh...!"
Erina trembled, reaching a light climax. The warmth filling her sent shivers through her body. Still connected to him, she leaned against his chest. Lucius lifted her face and kissed her. Erina grimaced.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"You did it yesterday."
"I was... flustered yesterday. I... ugh... mmph..."
"Sluurp... ah... Surely you're not enjoying this, right? It's just work."
"Even if it's work... ugh..."
Lucius kissed her again, moving his hips slowly, thrusting into her deeply. Erina, dazed, opened her mouth. His tongue invaded, and again, he released himself inside her.
Another day passed. Erina lay sprawled on the bed, gasping for breath. She stared blankly at the wall. Lucius gulped down water, the droplets sliding down his throat looking oddly alluring. Erina didn't realize she'd thought that.
"Why are you staring like that?"
".....Nothing. It's nothing."
Suddenly, Erina felt guilt as A.A.'s face flashed in her mind. She'd just felt too good, and worse, she'd unconsciously thought Lucius was attractive.
The next day, Lucius entered the room and immediately began groping Erina's breasts. She'd grown accustomed to his lewd touches. Feeling his hands on her, she pulled down her panties.
Lucius grabbed her from behind, checking her wetness. In front of Erina's eyes, his sticky fingers moved in a straight line. She blushed and scolded him, but there was no real dislike in her tone. Lucius smiled, understanding the subtle difference.
".....You're obscene."
"It's work. I have to do it properly."
"Yeah, it's work... ah...!"
Lucius thrust into her in one swift motion. Erina arched her back, feeling intense pleasure from the start. The heavy weight inside her wasn't unpleasant at all. She flailed, surrendering completely to him. Lucius gripped her shoulders, thrusting vigorously.
"W-wait...! Hng! Haah! Ahh! Aah..."
Suddenly, Lucius lifted Erina, using her body like a sex toy, slamming her down onto him. The rough, intense sex left her reeling. She screamed like an animal, trembling as she climaxed. Dripping with fluids, Erina lost consciousness.
Lucius released himself inside her three more times before she woke. He kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth. Too weak to resist, she let him take control.
"....You're truly an animal."
"Is that a compliment for working hard?"
"You're violent and sadistic."
"You've said that many times."
Erina, covered by the sheets, cursed Lucius. Her lower body still throbbed intensely. She couldn't move, her waist weak, but she remembered the humiliation of what had just happened.
Yet, Lucius didn't take her insults seriously. A strange powerlessness crept into Erina's heart. The wall of pleasure, impossible to resist, was breaking her down.
The next day, and the day after, they continued. Lucius would enter, strip off his priest robes, and Erina would silently undress. The sound of clothes being removed still excited him.
Every day, they had sex. Midway, Lucius always demanded a kiss, and Erina never hesitated to accept. He whispered in her ear as he moved.
"You don't complain about kissing anymore."
"Uhn... well... I can't... ah... can I?... You... this... must... hng...!"
"Will you do this with Hero A.A. too?"
"Of... of course! It's obvious... hng... don't ask... ah!"
Lucius quickened his pace, imagining Erina having such rough, chaotic sex with A.A. Excitement spiced up the act. His thrusts grew wilder, sweat dripping onto her body. As he released himself forcefully, Erina trembled, accepting it all.
Erina felt addicted to the pleasure of his release inside her.
The bed smelled of their obscenity, and Erina couldn't think straight. Lucius kissed her again. She accepted it blankly, their tongues tangling, saliva mixing. Drool dripped from her lips.
Chaotic and obscene sex. Each time, Erina lost herself afterward.
"Can Hero A.A. do this to you?"
Erina glared at Lucius, who stepped back.
"I mean it literally. You're a woman now."
"Do you think sex is all there is to love?"
"It's the most important part."
"You're truly obscene."
"You know exactly how to hurt a priest's feelings."
Lucius pinned Erina down again. She moaned, unable to resist. Even when she asked him to stop, he thrust into her. One phrase halted her resistance.
"It's work, right?"
What kind of pride was this? That one phrase stopped her. A strange pride was breaking her. She didn't want to admit to enjoying it, yet that very denial made her sink deeper into pleasure.
"It's work, so I'm not enjoying it. Since I'm not enjoying it, I can do more." Such illogical reasoning trapped her in a swamp of pleasure. Pride became an excuse, and through that excuse, she dove back into sex.
That day, too, they were consumed by it.
And the next day. And the day after. Lucius pinned Erina down daily. She naturally gyrated her hips on top of him.
When he arrived, she immediately undressed. Lucius casually caressed her breasts, demanding a kiss. She opened her mouth, their tongues entwining. Barely touched, she was already soaked.
Lucius pressed her against the wall, kissing her again. Facing each other, he thrust into her core.
Erina, impaled on his size, squirmed. Days of continuous sex had molded her body to fit his. Lucius savored her, now shaped to his form.
Obscene sounds filled the room. The relentless thrusting, her mouth sealed, maximized her pleasure. Erina moaned, demanding more of him. Her mind, melted by pleasure, couldn't focus.
Fluids dripped to the floor. Lucius released himself again, and Erina, pressed against the wall, clawed at his back. He brought her back to the bed, ravenously exploring her once more.
The position was doggy style, the one she hated most. Erina, protesting, still matched his rhythm, hips moving. The embarrassing slapping sounds echoed.
"Haah! Uhn! Ah... aah!!! Ahh! Ahh! I... I like it...!"
Erina clawed the mattress, moaning. This sensation, controlling her body, terrified and thrilled her. With each thrust, she felt like she wasn't herself.
A pleasure so intense it made her head spin. A pleasure that pierced and scraped her insides. Lucius spoke.
"Princess, are you enjoying it?"
"I... I'm not... ah! Uhn! Ahh! Uhn! Aah!"
Erina moaned, forcing herself to shake her head. But she didn't realize she'd shouted, "I like it!" Lucius, panting, whispered.
"Don't lie."
"I'm not... ah! Uhn! Ahh!"
"You're enjoying it more than anyone. You're so into it, you're moving your hips on your own, right?"
"N-no... that's not... ugh...?"
Lucius stopped moving. On the edge of pleasure, Erina trembled, looking at him. He asked,
"Are you really not enjoying it?"
"J-just move faster. We're... we're working... ah... ahh..."
Lucius moved slowly, so slowly Erina desperately wanted more.
"F-faster... ugh... faster... ah... ahh... now..."
"Now?"
"I... I'm going to... lose it... faster..."
"So you're enjoying it?"
"No... ahh... I'm not... ugh... ahh! Uhn! Ahh!... Ahh..."
Lucius thrust hard again. Buried deep, Erina moaned. He whispered,
"Then who is that?"
He pointed to a mirror. In it, a man and woman were entangled obscenely. The woman's face was visible.
It was filled with ecstasy.