I'm Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game

I could see Ardal’s penis harden again even after ejaculating. The Pope wiped my mouth and threw his handkerchief to the floor.

“It’s not over yet. Keep going until Ardal is satisfied, Sister Haniel.”

“Again?”

“Not the mouth this time.”

The Pope reached under me, moving my damp underwear aside. My body, hot from caressing Ardal, released its own fluid, my vagina slipper. When he noticed that, the Pope smiled kindly.

“This place… it’s damp so you can easily put it in. You’re the one who’s going to be a saint.”

“I see.”

“Be ready to receive it any time.”

His fingers dug inside. I groaned and leaned into the Pope’s arms. His long fingers pricked my one spot. The Pope, angling his wrist and poking his finger in, pulled out at once as I climaxed. Liquid pooled in his hand.

“You seem to be happy with just a slight poke. Now it’s your turn to please Ardal.”

As I trembled and staggered after my climax, the Pope held me from behind. The Pope spread my legs apart from behind and lifted me up, approaching Ardal. I let out a long moan as Ardal’s eyes looked up at me with my legs wide open. He looked like he was going to eat me, his eyes glued to my wet vagina.

“Pulling the damp underwear aside again, the Pop began to slowly lower me onto Ardal.

“Ah! Yes!”

Ardal filled up my loosened insides. I held Ardal’s neck and as the Pope lowered and plunged into me.

“Aang!”

“Ugh!”

Ardal couldn’t stand the speed at which the Pope lowered me down and lifted me back up. The Pope playfully lifted his arm, gripping my thigh. His penis slipped out. My walls flared, missing that feeling of fullness. As Ardal raised his hips, the tip of his penis barely touched me. My entrance twitched, eager to feel him again, but the Pope refused.

I let out a whine.

“Hngg…”

“You’re both so impatient.”

His large penis didn’t enter me but just gently touched my clit. I rocked my hips whilst my body was being supported by the Pope’s arms. Too bad it didn’t enter me.

I wanted to push the Pope away and sit on top of Ardal, but the Pope’s arms were too strong. He squeezed my thighs apart and lowered me again.

“Ah! Ha… Ha…”

This time, Ardal’s penis pushed against my underwear. My damp underwear caved in, stopping him.

Damn it!

I grabbed the Pope’s arm as if the pleasure tickled me to the point of irritation. The Pope let out an interesting nasal sound.

“Sister Haniel, I understand, so don’t push me. I’ll let you do as you please.”

At the same time, he let go of me and Ardal’s bonds.

“Ah!”

The unbound Ardal reached out and tore my underwear. My torn underwear fluttered from his rough hands and fell to the floor. He pulled me up and laid me on the floor. It was a beastly gesture. The cold floor hit my back. Ardal, who would’ve laid the clothes on the floor if it had been normal, seemed to have no thoughts now.

He looked at me with eyes burning with lust and hurriedly moved his hips. Perhaps after waiting for a long time, his large penis scraped my inner walls roughly. I groaned and curled my back. Oh, it hurts…

My narrow entrance had been open from the sudden intrusion. As I tried to pull myself up, Ardal grabbed my legs together and lifted them up.

My body curled, exposing my gaping hole to Ardal. He thrusted deeper as I let out a long scream from his brutal thrusts.

“Ah-Ah! A-Ardal! T-Too fast!”

I wondered if Ardal heard me as he pummeled into my hole like an animal. He continued to thrust without slowing down.

My legs trembled as it dangled in the air. Ardal held my ankles so tightly I couldn’t move. I grabbed onto Ardal.

Ah, ah! I could barely turn my head to the side; all I could see was the Pope’s shoes. He regularly tapped the floor with his shoe. At his nervous tapping, I searched for his face. As I looked up with tears in my eyes, I found the Pope staring at me.

“Oh, Orias! Ah!”

When I called his name, the Pope’s face contorted slightly. I stretched out my arms towards him as if begging for help, causing Ardal’s hips to become more violent.

As if scolding me for calling Ordial’s name, Ardal raised his hips, spread my legs apart and wrapped them around his waist. He grabbed my cheek violently, his eyes lighting up.

“Who are you looking at right now, Haniel?”

Ardal was furious as he muttered my name. He lifted his back and put all his strength thrusting into me, as if he wanted to push his testicles inside me as well. My vaginal opening blocked it, but I still moaned loudly at the violent motion. My legs trembled as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Ah, so good.