Profession, Merchant Volume 10 Chapter 15 (Patreon)

Chapter 15 – Priestess, at the Land of Exile, VIII

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Theoretically, at this stage, the merchant would be sucking her lips and breasts, playing with her clitoris – anything to distract her attention before heading to the next step. He must take a considerable amount of time as he patiently and slowly inserts his penis into her.


By then, the hole in the innocent flesh, which has never let anything through before, will have closed politely, like legs of a well-mannered aristocrat lady who has just sat down to participate in a tea party.


This will also teach the female genitalia to become aware of the ugly stick of flesh wedged between those delicate, tightly closed crevices of flesh.


In this way, once the penis has reached the deepest part of the body, the vaginal wall, which will have stiffened for a while as if in shock, will gradually come to accept that it is the role of the female organ to be overrun by a rod-shaped penis.


Fortunately, all this will take place at a level beyond the reach of the priestess’ own will, whether she likes it or not.


It is as if her true nature will automatically undergo a metamorphosis, where her cocoon of virginity will blossom into a young and wet butterfly, far from the science or beliefs she has learned.


“Does it still hurt?”


“I… I don’t know.”


Inside the priestess, however, every fold was already filled with heat.


It continued to intertwine with the rod of flesh as if to please it, its insides tightening around the penis as if to squeeze its contents.


In response, the merchant’s penis stiffened again.


Seeing this, and the fact that the priestess showed no signs of pain as before, the merchant decided to move a little.


The inside of the priestess is lukewarm and feels like it’s clinging to his penis. The love juice she’s been secreting has already turned into a lubricant, giving the man an exciting tingling and slippery sensation.


The state of the priestess’s vagina alone was already enchanting, but the slight rise and fall of the hairless mound of her mons pubis as it wriggled up and down in response to the in and out of the penis, as well as the skin of her clitoris curling up as if stretched to the point of breaking, gave an even more immoral air.


But the most striking thing is that the priestess herself no longer complains of the pain, nor does she stiffen when he moves.


Her vessel of flesh danced with joy, and she herself moaned in time, as if she were a small animal.


It was already a figure unimaginable from her usual cool appearance.


Yes. With flowing silver hair and sidelocks hanging down the sides of her ears, the priestess looked sexier than usual, and combined with her trademark piercing eyes, it only added to the idea.


Only that this time, those very sharp glaring eyes have been replaced by ones that seem to be covered in pure ecstasy, giving her a more surreal vibe.


There is also another part that needs mentioning; the fact that whenever the merchant moves his penis in and out, the priestess will gladly stick out her lips for him to suck on from time to time, and the fact that she readily obeys whenever he tries to change their position.


Because of this, the merchant had a lot of fun picking her up and embracing her while they faced each other, their smooth thighs intertwined, and him caressing her bottom and back.


Then they moved to a cowgirl position, from which the merchant reached his fingers out to the priestess’s nipples and played with them, causing the priestess to shake her petite body.


This shaking, combined with the tightening of her insides, caused the merchant’s penis to be squeezed, the walls of her flesh hitting and enveloping it here and there.


But instead of stopping, the merchant was rather amused by the priestess’s reaction, as if the sudden sensation did not affect him at all.


So, his actions continued.


Soon, as if she too had gotten used to the sensation, the priestess followed suit and began to move her hips, though a little awkwardly at first.


But seeing that she was trying her best, the merchant didn’t move and just watched the scenery for a while.


After all, the sight of a noble priestess taking the initiative in such a vile act was just too good to pass up.


Soon, the priestess was voluntarily inserting and withdrawing a penis from her orifice, gently twisting her petite body as she moved, as if she had finally got the hang of it.


Her long silver hair danced in the sunlight, and accompanied by the sea breeze it made her more mystical, though it was contrasted by the loud squelching noises that filled the surroundings.


“Mmmh, mmmh… does it feel good?”

The priestess asked. There was a sense of duty in her voice.


Apparently, she thought that when a woman is on top, she must make the man below her feel good.


Was this perhaps based on knowledge of her erotic works?


“Uh… Y-yeah. Well, it’s passable.”


“……”


The merchant might be saying this while pretending to be relaxed, but in truth, her actions were having a real effect on him.


Yes, even though the priestess was supposed to be a novice at sex, for some reason, the merchant felt a unique charm in her.


Primarily in the way she shook her exposed, cute buttocks with all her might, something he would not feel in an experienced sex worker.


Furthermore, even though the female genitalia doesn’t necessarily have to be tight to have a good sex, the way she squeezed him tremendously but also showed her unique elasticity caused the merchant’s ejaculation to reach violent levels, without him knowing why.


It was no doubt that her insides were able to contain all of him, albeit with tremendous effort.


And this alone was enough for the priestess to be considered a spectacular woman.


However, it didn’t mean that she was left unscathed.


Or rather, she naturally went wild.


“Miss Priestess… does it still hurt?”


“Mmm, ahhh… it still hurts, but I don’t care anymore… aah!”


said the priestess in high spirits. At which point the merchant winced inwardly.


The merchant is about to cum.


Of course, from his point of view, there’s no way he could say, “I’m about to come, so please stop,” before the priestess, who was supposed to be a complete amateur when it comes to sex.


It would be a supreme demonstration of his patheticness.


But it would be even more so when he begs her to stop. Because that is tantamount to admitting defeat.


And so, with that as his motivation, the merchant tried and tried to put up with it, all while keeping himself silent.


But even that didn’t last long.


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