DUFE - Prologue

“Ugh, haah......”

Renie, lying face down on the golden table, scattered moans that had solidified from the thick root thrusting into her from behind.

She desperately wanted to block the sounds that might leak out, but it didn’t work as she wished. Rather, as if understanding her intention to suppress them, the man forced her lips open by shoving his fingers in. Grotesque touch carried moans that dribbled like saliva.

“S-stop, hng, stop...... Hah!”

A cock that reminded her more of a horse’s than a human’s relentlessly stabbed her womb with savage force. Each time it slammed in hard enough to make a thud, Renie inadvertently coughed. The heavy intrusion was so intense she feared her insides would be ruined.

“‘Stop’ is...”

“Heeuh, heup.”

“...not something that should come from your mouth.”

A languid and arrogant voice pierced her ears. Unlike Renie, who lay disheveled with her holy robes in complete disarray, the man standing in perfect attire pressed his chest tightly against her back.

“When I want to stop, that’s when it stops.”

“Hooht, ahng, ah......!”

“Isn’t that right, Renie?”

He called her name gently, but the way he thrust his hips was anything but. Rather, he showed a merciless attitude that would lead her to the brink of climax only to drop her off countless times.

He slid his hand under her chest, which was pressed against the table. Despite her efforts to keep the gap closed, the man’s rough hand dug in and grasped her breast. Deliberately touching her nipple first, his touch was overflowing with blatant sexual intent.

“Ugh, ungh.”

Even if she didn’t want to react, through repeated intercourse, he knew well how to make her burn. Comforting herself that this act would end someday, Renie barely endured the urge to bite her tongue.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the office door. Someone was approaching.

“Ah, no. Wait, hng, wait.”

Even as her body shook, Renie, with her keen senses, felt a chill run down her spine.

What would happen if someone were to discover her being raped by this man with her clothes torn open? The outcome was obvious. It would be the end of everything. As a Pope, as a woman, in every sense.

The door must not be opened under any circumstances.

“Why? Scared of being caught?”

The man, sensing Renie’s delirious anxiety, chuckled. It was a vulgar attitude.

Fortunately, the footsteps seemed to pass by, disappearing before long. However, the resistance caused by that misapprehension had the opposite effect, stimulating the man further.

Annoyed by her continued resistance, the man flipped her over to face him. Lying on her back on the table, her legs spread wide enough to reveal her crotch. The area between her thighs was wet and smeared with a viscous fluid.

Between her stickily wet thighs, there it was again – a dark red phallus that could easily be mistaken for a stallion’s cock. It resembled the man’s brutal and savage nature.

Renie twisted her head, not wanting to face him. In response, the man, with a sneer, forcibly grabbed her chin and made her meet his eyes. Not satisfied with that, he pressed his lips tightly against hers.

A kiss that would have horrified her in the past was now an easy act compared to their bodies being joined. She couldn’t even feel guilt at the fact that this body, almost divine, was being defiled.

That was proof of how much she had been trampled, suppressed, and consumed by this man.

Their lips parted and met again, their tongues intertwining obscenely. The sound of their saliva mixing and smacking filled the air. Renie’s lips became inflamed from his relentless, swirling tongue.

“Hah, fa, faster......”

Knowing he wouldn’t listen even if she tried to stop him, she thought it would be better to urge him on. It wasn’t night, and they weren’t even in a bedroom, so she wanted to end this uncomfortable act as quickly as possible.

At her uncharacteristic urging, the corners of the man’s lips curled up in satisfaction.

Renie gazed faintly at his face. Even in her wavering vision, she could clearly perceive his excessively handsome appearance.

But knowing all too well what was hidden beneath that glossy exterior, she felt nothing but dread. Perhaps if that marble-like skin were peeled back, black mist, not red blood, would seep out.

Ah, the very essence of that evil mist.

“Your mouth says no, but your eyes take it in well. It just feels like you’re playing coy.”

After uttering those outrageous words that made her want to slap his cheek, he cupped Renie’s buttocks. The piston-like thrusting, which she had doubted could go any faster, accelerated even more. The golden table shook precariously as if it would break.

Thud, thud. He thrust his hips back and forth, pounding into her narrow depths. The squelching sound of fluids flowing along their joined bodies grated on her ears.

The lewd sound of sweat-soaked skin slapping and then separating echoed loudly within her. Renie desperately hoped that sound wouldn’t reach beyond the door.

Finally, the man’s body stiffened. As if they had been one from the beginning, he perfectly aligned his lower abdomen with Renie’s, and deeply ejaculated inside her. The sensation of something hot and viscous filling her was repulsive. She would probably never get used to it.

“Hah, haah...... Hng.”

The man’s climax lasted a long time. Ejaculating so deeply while inserted like this... She didn’t even want to imagine the aftermath and bit her lip tightly. Pregnancy was a truly terrible thing, but just being played with in this man’s grasp was already too much to bear.

Only after the emission of semen was complete did he slowly pull out his cock. The thick, whitish fluid mixed with her arousal fluid oozed out of the opening. He used the head of his cock to collect the dripping fluids and reinserted it all. It was obsessive and perverse.

As if intending not to give her a moment’s rest, the man pulled her down from the table. Startled, she knelt down, and he stroked her head as if praising her, then brought his cock, smeared with the whitish fluid, to her lips.

A foul, sexual odor wafted over her.

“Let’s see if your upper hole’s skills have improved.”

He grabbed a handful of Renie’s blonde hair and urged her in a low voice.

Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Startled, Renie instinctively pushed him away and abruptly stood up. She hurriedly tried to arrange her disheveled holy robes. Her hands trembled and her legs shook so badly it took considerable effort. After finally buttoning them up, she saw that the man, except for his unzipped trousers, was perfectly dressed and didn’t need any tidying.

It was always like this. He never lost anything; only she ever suffered.

“Your Holiness? May I come in?”

Renie frantically looked back at the table. The golden table, which she had desperately hoped would be unmarked, was glistening with the fluid that had flowed from her genitals. As she hurriedly looked for something to wipe it with, the man moved a step ahead of her.

He swiped the lewd traces with his finger and then licked it all off. The deliberate slurping sounds he made as he licked were appalling. Renie bit her lip and looked away from the crude scene, finding it too difficult to watch.

Once the traces were gone, Renie opened her mouth.

“What is it?”

The tightly closed door opened. The visitor was a priest who attended to her.

“Afternoon prayer will begin soon.”

“Understood.”

The short reply still held a lingering heat. Renie flinched, her feet feeling numb with the fear that her recent secret act might have been discovered, but seeing the priest’s lack of reaction, she was relieved that she hadn’t given anything away.

The priest then cast his gaze over her shoulder. He seemed to wonder why the man, who was easily a head taller than her – to be precise, a guest of the Holy City – was here. However, as always, he didn’t voice his question.

Those who believed that the Pope’s will was God’s will never outwardly expressed their doubts. Even if they were curious, they accepted it, thinking there must be a reason. While Renie felt relieved by this, she also found their subservience frustrating.

Because if they weren’t so submissive, they might have noticed the terrible things that had happened to Renie... But on the other hand, she also hoped that he, and everyone else, would remain ignorant and that everything would just pass.

Leaving the office and walking down the hallway, Renie looked out the window. Her face was reflected on the clear glass. It was so pale it was bloodless. She had always been fair-skinned, but lately she looked as if she hadn’t eaten properly in days.

Renie stared at the back of the priest walking ahead of her. Countless words she wanted to shout at him and the others floated in her mind.

That here, in the Holy City, the land of God, there was a devil.