The girl's body was submerged in water, and the potion seeped into her wounds, causing a stinging pain. The girl cried out in pain and struggled, but she was held down firmly in the water. The intense pain made the girl tense her body, letting out a sound of distress.
It wasn't until the effects of the medicine began to spread, that after the sharp pain, a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, which gradually calmed her down.
Dorian held the completely weakened Arabella in the bath, gently massaging the bruises on her body to help disperse the stagnant blood. Arabella leaned her head on his shoulder, her consciousness hazy as she let out low murmurs.
The injuries were scattered all over her body; some were caused during the classes in the daytime, while others were inflicted by his hand. Among them, the most severe were the whip marks, which had turned deep purple and were horrifyingly adorned with blood crusts across her body.
The water in the bath had been mixed with some holy water and medicine, which had a good restorative effect on her injuries. Arabella's mind cleared a bit; she couldn't remember when she had lost consciousness, only feeling warm all over and not wanting to move while leaning against Dorian.
Neither of them was wearing clothes, just lying together in their nakedness. Dorian's solid chest pressed against Arabella's, the warmth of his skin made her feel a bit hot, causing her to push him away and sit up.
"Do you feel better?" Dorian reached out to tuck the messy hair that had been disheveled from the beating behind her ear.
Arabella blushed and nodded; the pain from her injuries had lessened, but her body was still extremely fatigued. The High Priest in front of her appeared polite, but was ruthless in action, almost as if her bones were being torn apart.
Dorian had her turn around to sit with her back to him in the bath, and he used a dipper to pour water over her hair. Her russet long hair was soaked with sweat, and strands were tangled together. Dorian gently untangled the knotted hair with his fingers, applying scented oil in circles on her scalp.
He usually did not smile, and was particularly cold and ruthless when training others, yet he was extremely attentive when it came to caring for the girl. Arabella hugged her legs in a daze; based on what she had learned over the past few days, it was not hard to guess that his considerate little habits were formed during his time with someone else.
Before she could think much more, Dorian pressed her head to one side and rinsed off the oil from her hair with clean water.
Being thoroughly cleaned left Arabella feeling refreshed, and soon Dorian lifted her up, parting her legs to sit her on top of him. One hand wrapped around her waist, kneading her tender breasts, while the other slipped between her thighs.
The girl tensed up, clamping her legs shut: "Again today?" She was truly exhausted.
"The Sigil that suppresses the Demonic Aura also attacks the Witch's body, causing her immense pain, which I dislike." Ignoring Arabella's resistance, he forcefully inserted his hand between her legs, his fingers parting her folds to tease her delicate nub. "That's why the daily Purification is a mandatory lesson."
Already physically drained, Arabella soon succumbed to Dorian's skilled ministrations, her body melting into a pool of desire as she leaned against him, letting out stifled moans.
Her body was as sensitive as ever, nearly reaching climax even before he entered her. But the Priest did not let her have it so easily, stopping his movements just before the peak, and flipping her over to sit on his lap.
The aching desire suspended in midair made Arabella squirm, and she couldn't help but notice Dorian's erect member before her, her empty crevice instinctively clenching and unclenching.
"You get it ready yourself." Dorian took her hands, guiding them to wrap around his shaft.
The searing heat made her shiver, and the firm, masculine texture beneath the soft skin flushed her cheeks. She gingerly stroked Dorian's member, only to be shocked as it grew even larger in her grasp, the thick veins pulsing almost menacingly, like a beating heart.
The last time they coupled, her mind had been hazy, leaving the details blurred. But now, face to face with this imposing phallus, Arabella found it hard to believe her body had once accommodated such a monstrous size without injury.
Dorian held her waist and lifted her up slightly, his burning shaft pressing against her entrance.
"No..." While she didn't object to being physically intimate with Dorian, the sight of his massive, menacing member about to enter her still filled Arabella with fear. She pushed against his shoulders, struggling.
Priest tightly embraced the restless little body, taking her tender nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he swiftly pressed her body down.
"Ah!" The sudden penetration of her honey pot made the girl scream. All the folds of her delicate passage were forcefully stretched open, her soft canal expanded to its limit, nearly tearing.
Arabella's lips turned white. The pain of being filled by the foreign object was mixed with a sense of satisfaction from having her body complete. Her subsequent cries took on a strange, sweet lilt.
The huge cock had only penetrated halfway before reaching the end of her passage, but the invasion did not stop. Dorian released her body, allowing gravity to gradually impale her. Her internal organs were nearly crushed, the girl crying out in agony as she swallowed the torturous, rigid shaft to the hilt.
Her freshly washed hair was already damp with sweat again. Arabella felt that just accommodating this monstrous thing had drained all her strength.
Dorian reached to support the back of her neck, rewarding her with a kiss on her trembling lips.
Arabella parted her mouth, savoring the mingling of their lips and tongues. Then she felt her body being lifted, the thick, veiny shaft slowly withdrawing from her clenched, sensitive passage. The tingling pleasure made her whole body break out in goosebumps.
Dorian's kisses trailed down to her sweat-beaded chest. He held her wrists behind her back to prevent her from moving, then with a pause, plunged into her again, eliciting the girl's shrieks.
With her hands restrained, Arabella had no leverage to resist, only able to accept Dorian's thrusts within her. Her body was lifted and slammed down, the scorching, massive organ ruthlessly penetrating to the deepest reaches.
"No... stop..." Her very organs felt on the verge of being pierced. The hard shaft relentlessly ground against her most sensitive spot, the mingled sensations of pain and sweetness making Arabella feel delirious.
Her head thrown back, her sweat-soaked naked body arched in a taut line as she climaxed, screaming.
Her body convulsed violently, the girl collapsing boneless in Dorian's embrace afterward, her little hole pulsing and clenching the rigid shaft inside her.
Still impaled, she was unable to move. Dorian, keeping the penetration, turned them over, pressing Arabella's upper body down against the edge of the bathtub.
The friction on the inner walls triggered another trembling moan. Her body, hot and sensitive after the recent climax, had her soft breasts pressed against the chilly brick. Arabella begged and cried, feeling like she might die if this continued. But Priest had no intention of letting her go, gripping her pale, plump buttocks as he thrusted rapidly.
The lewd sounds of their intertwined flesh echoed through the water. With the pressure, each withdrawal was met with her honey pot clinging tightly, her inner walls and his shaft locked together, almost being pulled out. And when he invaded her again, a gush of water was pushed into her, flooding her sensitive core, then squeezing out through the stretched passage to wash over her insides.
Arabella could no longer even cry, her entire body rocking with Dorian's assault, her breasts rubbing and deforming against the floor, mindless moans escaping her throat.
Dorian aimed for her most sensitive spots, sinking himself to the hilt again and again, feeling the girl beneath him scream and struggle wildly. Finally, she convulsed as if broken, her honey pot clenching and quivering, warm fluids spraying over the shaft embedded within her.
Satisfied, his shaft pulsed and released its white load deep into her clenching sex.
In Arabella's bedroom, Dorian gently laid the unconscious girl onto the bed, tucking her in.
The girl lay soundly asleep, her body limp like a dehydrated jellyfish, not stirring even as he cleaned her from head to toe and dressed her in a nightgown.
The bruises on her skin had not fully faded, making her face appear even paler.
Dorian gazed at the small, pale face in the moonlight. From the first time he met her, he could sense the faint Dark Power in the stubborn little thing. She would have been better suited for a simple Priest Contract, doing light and safe work, yet she had chosen to follow him.
He had failed to even protect the powerful Witch, Seraphina - how could he possibly guard this fragile girl?
The silver-haired Priest lowered his eyes, the silver irises reflecting a faint glimmer in the moonlight. He gently brushed the stray hairs from the sleeping girl's face and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
The road ahead would not be easy, for both of them. He could only hope this delicate Witch would be able to endure.
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