The male lead is coming to the bowl(PART 2)

Chapter 155 Blasphemer 16h

His fingers followed the slippery and sticky flower juice, and with a gentle push, they poked into the tight rouxue, which was tight and wet. Ryan's fingers pushed hard inside.

"Well..." Chris's legs softened, and she leaned back with her hands, barely leaning on the edge of the table behind her. Her flushed cheeks were full of passion, and she bit her lower lip tightly, as if trying to suppress her weak moan.

Ryan asked Chris to sit at the table, spread her legs, and clamped him between her legs. This posture made Ryan's movements more convenient. He thrust one hand into the roux that was overflowing with juice, and supported Chris's side with the other hand, covering Chris in a possessive posture.

His hand accidentally pressed on the staff beside him, which was engraved with uneven patterns. Ryan took the staff, which was neither thick nor thin, in his hand, and his eyes turned darker.

The staff was thin in front and thick in the back. The thinnest part was only about the thickness of the little finger, and the thickest part was two fingers wide. The top of the staff was rounded and engraved with complex patterns.

Ryan pulled out his fingers that were tightly clamped. There was still transparent juice on his hand.

Ryan held the staff, and the thick end was placed at the entrance of the vagina. He probed the pulsating vagina from front to back. With his other hand, he gently stroked Chris's blushing cheeks. His eyes were filled with obsession and piety, and dark stars flashed in his golden eyes from time to time.

"Chris, you are so tight, so wet, and so hot inside... I can't imagine the pleasure of entering your body. How much I want to possess you, so that your eyes can only reflect my figure..."

The man said gently, while slowly inserting the cold staff into the tight wall cavity.

"Ah--" The entrance of the girl's vagina, which had never been disturbed, was now tightly closed. The cold touch of the staff made the girl's body tremble slightly. Chris couldn't help but lift her head up, revealing her fragile and slender neck. Her face showed an expression of pain and joy.

"What about you? You also want me, right?" Ryan inserted the thickest tip into the petite rouxue, and the shaft behind entered more smoothly. The stretched roux rushed to absorb the uneven lines on the staff.

"Well, no... Ryan... don't do this..." Chris put his hands on Ryan's shoulders. She couldn't stand the overly stimulating pleasure. Her legs hanging around Ryan's waist involuntarily clamped together.

"You can't refuse. This is Chris's gratitude." Ryan leaned over and kissed Chris's lips gently, and then followed his lips from top to bottom, leaving one wet kiss after another on the white skin.

While the man was kissing Chris, he was controlling the staff in her vagina to thrust in and out. The uneven surface of the staff rubbed against the delicate vaginal wall, causing the vagina to spasm constantly and spit out more sweet juice.

"Oh... no... Ryan... ah... don't do that..." Chris's low panting voice fell into Ryan's ears, but it was like an aphrodisiac. The staff in her vagina moved in and out faster. Chris's legs, which were clamped on both sides of Ryan's strong waist, straightened unconsciously, but the flesh between her legs tightened more and more with his thrusting.

"Ah--" Chris let out a long moan, and her vaginal wall began to twitch wildly uncontrollably, and then a large amount of flower juice gushed out.

She climaxed.

Ryan was about to continue with his red eyes, but he twitched all over and suddenly woke up.

He looked around blankly. He was still holding the staff he had just carved in his hand, and his legs were wet and cold.

He had just done something...

Dream.

A huge sense of emptiness and loss came over him, but when he realized what he had done, Ryan fell into deep self-loathing.

What did he do?

He actually molested Chris in his dream!

He believed in Chris devoutly, and he regarded Chris as his own. Since he had true faith, Ryan had never been happier and more satisfied. He was Chris's most loyal servant and the most devout believer.

However, he had defiled his noble and cold god in his heart more than once!

Ryan grabbed his golden hair in some pain. How could he do such a thing?

If the first two times were because he was affected by the magic, what about this time?

Ryan could not make excuses for himself, nor could he forgive himself for blaspheming the gods. He was even more afraid that Chris would see through his impure intentions.

When he thought that if the gods knew what he did to Chris in his dream, a huge panic filled Ryan's heart-

Chris would definitely abandon him!

Ryan looked at the staff in his hand, thinking of everything he had done to Chris with it in his dream. He wanted to throw it away, but for some reason, he kept it.

Ryan swore in his heart that he must not have the kind of disrespectful dream to Chris again.

--But people have no way to control their thoughts and dreams.

When Ryan woke up from his dream for the countless times at midnight, he looked at his wet crotch with a complicated expression. He wanted to forget everything that happened in his dream. He deceived himself and told himself that he was a devout believer of the moon god.

However, the more he wanted to forget, the clearer the ecstasy became. The charming and soft moans of women were like poppies, tempting him to sink again and again.

Whenever he looked at Chris's face, while the guilt rose, the secret pleasure and desire always jumped excitedly in his heart.

Ryan struggled, but he couldn't stand the temptation of desire after all, so he indulged himself and began to look forward to meeting Chris in his dream.

During the day, he looked up at his holy and noble god, who was so high above, sacred and inviolable. At night, he would press his god under him in his dreams every night, venting his deepest desires.

He did not dare to reveal his despicable heart at all, which was his deepest delusion hidden in his heart.

...

"Brother Ryan? Brother Ryan! Are you listening to me?" Caitlin's voice brought Ryan back to his senses. She pouted and complained: "You are always distracted recently, and you always smile foolishly by yourself."

Ryan was stunned, and then he remembered that he was now participating in the highest meeting of the Central Church in the Moon Temple.

He smiled apologetically at Caitlin and said, "I haven't had enough rest recently. I'm sorry. What did you say just now?"

"Brother Ryan should rest well while practicing, and don't be too aggressive." Caitlin thought Ryan was too tired from practicing, so she gave him a few concerned instructions and then started to talk about business -

"A few days ago, envoys sent by several kingdoms on the continent arrived in the Holy City. They all hope to meet with Lord Christine. As far as I know, they should want to ask Lord Christine to dispel the evil spirit in their territory, but that lord has been recuperating these days. I wonder if Lord Christine will agree to go?"