I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 15

Ardal continued to threaten me, his words sharp and unrelenting. He said he’d sever my neck the moment he was freed or destroy the fingers that dared to touch him. Though he kept speaking, his suppressed voice was laced with groans, making his words difficult to comprehend.

Still, hearing constant threats of death was unpleasant, so I bit his nipple hard in protest. His entire body trembled violently, and he seemed to feel a sharp jolt of sensation. I didn’t stop there. Spreading my palm wide, I began to rub his length through his trousers. Though restrained by the fabric, the massive bulge beneath my hand throbbed hotly.

Recalling how wildly he had moved inside me before, my lips went dry. I licked them, moistening the dry surface, and circled my palm against his hardness once more. While my mouth grew parched, my lower half burned intensely, secreting moisture.

“This is… humiliating…”

Despite the physiological reaction, Ardal’s expression was filled with shame. It was only natural that he’d become aroused from this kind of touch, but the way he bit his lip in mortification was slightly pitiful. His tone grew desperate.

“Your Holiness, please… I beg you, stop this here.”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. Why not just let go and indulge? Opportunities like this don’t come often.”

“I don’t need opportunities like this! I—Ugh…!”

As he let his guard down, I softly squeezed his member. Ardal, who had been speaking, abruptly fell silent. Behind me, the Pope smiled approvingly, as if praising my actions.

The way Ardal clenched his jaw tightly looked painful. His lips, bitten and bloodied, dripped with crimson streaks.

That must hurt.

Feeling a pang of pity, I leaned toward him and kissed his lips lightly.

“Mm!”

Ardal immediately bit down on my lips, his teeth sinking in and drawing blood. The sharp pain made me let out a small cry.

A trail of blood ran down my chin.

“Ouch…”

“…Lady Haniel? Is that you, Lady Haniel?”

“Oh dear, so much for the blindfold.”

Hearing my pained voice, Ardal’s tone shifted to one of surprise. The Pope, who had been observing from behind, approached and roughly removed the blindfold from Ardal’s eyes.

Suddenly exposed to the light, Ardal squinted, his gaze settling on me. As he carefully examined my face, he let out a long sigh.

“Lady Haniel… I’m so sorry. How could I…”

“It’s alright. It’s just a small cut.”

Though the Pope had freed his eyes, Ardal’s arms remained bound behind him. Despite being in a humiliating position, Ardal seemed to have forgotten his own predicament, focusing entirely on my injury. Watching him apologize repeatedly, the Pope’s tone turned cold.

“Continue, Sister Haniel.”

“Ah, yes.”

Thankfully, while my identity had been exposed, the event wasn’t a failure.

“W-wait… Lady Haniel!”

“I’m sorry, Ardal.”

As much as I wanted to stop, I couldn’t afford to fail this event. If I did, I’d be stuck in the Holy Kingdom for even longer. Unfastening his belt, I pulled his member free. The massive shaft sprang forth, standing proudly.

Wiping the blood from my lips, I lowered my head, my hair cascading over Ardal’s thighs. Gathering it in one hand, I extended my tongue to lightly touch the tip of his length.

“Wait… Lady Haniel, you can’t put such a filthy thing in your mouth!”

Contrary to his words, his shaft hardened instantly when my tongue brushed the sensitive head. Taking the thick tip into my mouth, I began to lick softly, drawing a strained moan from above.

“Ugh… Lady Haniel…”

Though this was my first time performing this act with Ardal in this playthrough, I had done it several times in the first. The Pope had even provided verbal instructions earlier this round.

Recalling those lessons, I moved my lips purposefully. The sting of my split lip was manageable, and I gripped his firm thighs for support as I dragged my lips down his length. I took the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and slowly slid downward.

“Ha…”

“Does it feel good, Ardal?”

“Y-yes…”

He responded with a shaky exhale as I cupped his sac in my hand, kneading it gently. His face flushed deeply, and he strained against his bonds, as if desperate to touch me. Seeing his aroused expression, I moved my hand more fervently.

Watching this isn’t so bad.

Though his size made it difficult to take him fully, I focused on working the tip with my mouth while stroking the shaft with my hand. Moving my head rhythmically, I continued to pleasure him up and down.

“S-stop! Ah, Lady Haniel!”

After some time, Ardal’s voice rose, his body stiffening. Moments later, a thick, white fluid burst forth, spilling over.

“Mm.”

“I’m sorry, Lady Haniel. To soil your face with such filth…”

Though it was supposed to be semen, the game mechanics made it far less repulsive. Unsure whether to swallow, I hesitated, only for the Pope to approach. He lifted me gently, inserting a finger into my mouth to remove the substance.

“Spit it out. You don’t need to swallow it.”

“But during our lesson, you said…”

“Forget what I said. Just spit it out.”

After he scooped the fluid from my tongue, he handed me a handkerchief to clean my lips. Meanwhile, Ardal’s member, which had just released, stiffened again. The Pope wiped my mouth before tossing the handkerchief aside.

“It seems we’re not finished. Continue until Ardal is satisfied, Sister Haniel.”

“Again?”

“This time, not with your mouth.”

The Pope’s hand slid down, shifting aside my soaked undergarments. From the moment I began pleasuring Ardal, my body had already been reacting, and my entrance glistened with moisture.

When did the Pope notice that?

Smiling kindly, the Pope spoke, “Use this. You’re so wet that it should go in easily. Truly befitting of someone destined to be the Saintess.”

“Ah!”

“Always ready to receive love, aren’t you?”

The Pope’s fingers slid beneath my undergarments, slipping inside me and pressing against sensitive spots with precision. I leaned into his chest, letting out a soft moan as he skillfully teased me. 

As he moved his wrist to drive his fingers deeper, I clenched tightly around him, reaching my climax. At that moment, he abruptly withdrew his fingers, and the fluid pooled inside me spilled out, trailing along his hand.

“So responsive, even to just my fingers. Now, it’s time to please Ardal.”

Trembling from my climax, my weakened body was lifted from behind by the Pope. Supporting me under my thighs, he carried me toward Ardal. With my legs spread wide, I let out a soft moan under Ardal’s intense gaze. He looked at me as though he wanted to devour me, his eyes fixed on my exposed and glistening entrance.

The Pope pushed my damp undergarments aside once more and began slowly lowering me onto Ardal’s lap.

“Ah, mm.”

Ardal’s shaft filled my loosened walls completely. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let the Pope guide my body downward, allowing him to slide fully inside me.

“Ahh!”

“Ugh!”

Ardal couldn’t hold back any longer and thrust upward, unable to wait for the Pope to lower me completely. The Pope, amused, lifted my thighs in response. The shaft, which had been filling my walls, withdrew suddenly, leaving my inner muscles clenching desperately around emptiness.

As Ardal’s hips lifted, the tip of his length barely brushed against my entrance, which throbbed desperately as if pleading to take him in. However, the Pope didn’t lower me fully onto Ardal.

A whimpering moan escaped my lips.

“Hngh.”

“Both of you seem so desperate.”

The thick head didn’t fully enter, instead grazing against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Supporting myself against the Pope’s arms, I instinctively shifted my hips, frustrated that I couldn’t take him in completely.

I wanted nothing more than to push the Pope aside and sink down fully onto Ardal, but his grip on my thighs was too firm. With a sly smirk, the Pope spread my thighs apart and lowered me slightly once again.

“Ah, ahh…!”

This time, my damp undergarments clung tightly to Ardal’s length. The soaked fabric slid partially inside, catching against him midway and halting our movements.

Damn it, this is so frustrating!

Annoyed by the teasing, tingling pleasure, I pinched the Pope’s arm lightly in protest. He let out a soft, amused chuckle.

“Sister Haniel, I understand. Don’t fret; I’ll let you have what you want.”

With that, the Pope released his hold on me and unbound Ardal’s restraints.

“Hah!”

Once freed from his restraints, Ardal reached out and tore my undergarments clean off. The shredded fabric fluttered to the floor under his rough hands. With nothing left to conceal me, he rose to his full height and pinned me to the floor. His movements were animalistic. The cold floor met my back, and I shivered at the chill. Ardal, who would normally have at least spread out some clothing beneath me, seemed entirely devoid of reason now.

His dark eyes burned with unrestrained lust as he gazed at me, his hips moving urgently. Having restrained himself for so long, his throbbing member scraped harshly against my inner walls. My hips trembled, and I let out a pained gasp.

The sudden intrusion stretched me tightly, causing a sharp discomfort. When I tried to shift away, Ardal grabbed my legs together, lifting them high into the air.

With my body bent upward, my exposed entrance was fully presented before him. Ardal positioned himself above me and thrust downward. His merciless movements drew a piercing scream from my lips.

“Ah, ahhh! Ardal! Too fast, it’s too fast!”

I wasn’t sure if Ardal even heard my cries as he pounded into me like a beast. He didn’t slow his relentless pace, continuing to bury himself deeper with each thrust.

My legs trembled violently above my head as he gripped my ankles tightly, leaving me unable to move. Pinned beneath him, I could only take everything he gave me.

Ahh, ahhh…

Soft cries escaped my lips as I turned my head weakly to the side. My gaze landed on the Pope’s shoes, which tapped rhythmically against the floor. His impatient tapping made me look up at his face. Through tear-blurred eyes, I saw him staring down at me intently.

“O-Orias… ngh!”

Calling his name caused the Pope’s expression to twist slightly. Reaching toward him for help, I was met with Ardal’s even rougher thrusts.

As if punishing me for calling Orias’s name, Ardal slammed his hips into mine with a force that lifted me slightly off the floor. He spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist, holding me tightly in place. Gripping my cheeks roughly, his eyes burned with fury.

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

Ardal spat my name with seething anger. He thrust his hips upward with such force it felt as though he intended to push even his sac inside. Though his size prevented him from going any deeper, his relentless movements left me crying out. As his rough thrusts pounded into me, I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Ah, it feels so good.