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Chapter 327: Chapter 326- The Holy Sacrifice

Viktor looked down at her, fighting to keep his expression cold and demonic in contrast with his internal thoughts.

Inside, he was conflicted.

’She’d do this for anyone,’ he thought. ’That’s just who she is. A savior. A healer. She’d sacrifice herself for a stranger.’

Which meant he needed to corrupt that. Needed to make her fixate on him specifically. Make her care about saving Viktor more than saving others.

The demon’s smile returned, cruel and satisfied.

”Would you?” it purred. ”Would you really debase your holy mouth? Your sanctified flesh?”

”Yes!” Olivia sobbed. ”Yes! Just tell me how! Tell me what to do!”

Viktor reached down, grabbing his cock—still half-limp, hanging down but beginning to stir again at the sight of the desperate priestess clinging to his leg.

He pointed it at her face.

”Suck it, priestess,” he commanded, voice flat and cold. ”Suck the demon out. Drain my seed. Baptize me with your holy mouth.”

Olivia’s eyes widened, staring at the cock mere inches from her face.

It was still glistening with residual cum. The head was flushed. Even semi-hard, it was thick and intimidating.

She’d never done anything like this. Never even imagined it.

But Lord Viktor needed her.

”I... I don’t know how...” Olivia whispered, her voice trembling.

”Then learn,” the demon growled. ”Or watch him die.”

Olivia’s hands trembled as she released Viktor’s leg and reached up. Her fingers—soft, gentle, made for healing—wrapped around the thick shaft.

It was hot. Pulsing. She could feel the blood flowing through it, feel it beginning to harden in her grip.

’Forgive me, goddess,’ Olivia prayed silently. ’Forgive me for what I’m about to do.’

She leaned forward.

And like she was approaching a sacred relic—or perhaps an ice cream on a hot day—she extended her tongue and licked.

Schlp.

The taste exploded across her tongue. Salty. Musky. Foreign and overwhelming. The remnants of his previous release mixed with his natural flavor.

It should have been disgusting. Revolting.

But that traitorous heat in her core flared hotter. The mark on her womb pulsed with pink light.

”Nnh...” A tiny moan escaped her before she could stop it.

The demon—Viktor—looked down at her, purple eyes glowing.

”Good,” it purred. ”Keep going. Suck harder if you want to weaken me.”

Olivia nodded, tears still streaming, and opened her mouth wider.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, forming a seal, and began to suck.

Shlp. Shlp. Shlp.

Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, her tongue working clumsily against the underside of his shaft. She had no technique, no experience—just desperate determination.

And she kept her eyes locked on Viktor’s face, watching for any sign of the demon weakening.

”Mmph... mmm...” She moaned around his cock, the vibrations traveling up his shaft.

Viktor’s expression flickered. The confident smirk faded slightly, replaced by something that looked like strain.

’Yes!’ Olivia thought desperately. ’It’s working! The harder I suck, the more the demon weakens!’

She sucked harder, bobbing her head, taking more of his length into her mouth.

Two inches. Three. Four.

Viktor’s cock was fully hard now, thick and throbbing against her tongue. It tasted stronger, more intense, filling her mouth completely.

”Fuck...” Viktor muttered, and for just a moment, his voice sounded less demonic. More human.

Olivia’s heart soared. She was doing it. She was fighting the demon. She was saving him.

The pink mark on her belly glowed brighter, pulsing in rhythm with her bobbing head.

But Olivia didn’t notice. Couldn’t notice. Her mind was focused entirely on sucking, on draining the demon, on saving Lord Viktor.

She didn’t realize the mark was doing the opposite—silencing her logical reasoning, making her stupid and compliant, ensuring she wouldn’t question the obvious flaws in this scenario.

’This is my fault,’ Olivia thought as she sucked desperately. ’I should have rejected him more firmly when he insisted on coming with me. I should have been stronger. This possession is my fault. So I have to fix it. I have to save him!’

She took him deeper, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat.

”Glk!”

But she didn’t pull back. She pushed forward, fighting her reflex, determined to take more.

Viktor’s hand moved to her head, fingers tangling in her blonde hair.

”That’s it,” the demon voice purred. ”Deeper. A virgin priestess like you has no experience sucking lust demons out of a man’s cock. You need to go deeper. Take it all.”

”Mmph!” Olivia nodded as much as she could with her mouth stuffed full.

And she tried. She really tried.

But it was too much. Too thick. When she pushed forward again, her throat bulged obscenely, the outline of his cock visible from the outside.

”GLCK! GLCK!”

Drool spilled from her lips, running down her chin, dripping onto her massive breasts. The demon’s seed that had been on her face mixed with her saliva, creating thick strings that connected her mouth to his cock every time she pulled back.

Viktor’s other hand joined the first, both now gripping her head firmly.

”You’re doing it wrong,” the demon said, voice harsh. ”Let me help you.”

And then he thrust forward.

SHHLCK.

”GLLLCK!” Olivia’s eyes went wide as Viktor’s cock plunged deep into her throat.

Her throat bulged dramatically, the thick shaft visible as a long ridge beneath her skin. Her nose pressed against his pelvis. Her chin dripped with saliva and cum.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t pull away. His hands held her in place, his cock buried to the hilt.

Tears poured from her eyes. Her hands came up, gripping his thighs—not pushing away, but holding on, trying to ground herself.

Then Viktor pulled back, letting her gasp for air.

”HAAH! COUGH! COUGH!”

”Again,” the demon commanded.

And thrust.

SHHLCK.

”GLLCK!”

He began to fuck her face properly now. His hips moving forward and back, using her mouth like a toy, her throat like a sleeve designed to milk his cock.

Glck. Glck. Glck. Glck.

The wet sounds filled the clearing, obscene and unmistakable.

Olivia’s eyes rolled back. Her body trembled. The lack of oxygen was making her light-headed, but she didn’t resist. Couldn’t resist.

She was saving Lord Viktor. This was necessary. This was holy work.

The mark on her womb pulsed brighter with each thrust, ensuring those thoughts remained locked in her corrupted mind.

”I doubt,” Viktor said, his voice still carrying that demonic edge, ”you’ll be able to baptize me at all, priestess. You’re too weak. Too inexperienced. This demon is too strong.”

”MMPH! MMPH!” Olivia’s muffled protests vibrated around his cock.

She renewed her efforts, sucking harder even as he fucked her throat, applying as much suction as her virgin mouth could manage.

’I won’t give up!’ she thought desperately. ’I won’t let the demon win! I’ll save him! I have to save him!’

Her breathing was ragged, coming in desperate gasps whenever Viktor pulled back enough to let her breathe. Her massive breasts heaved with each labored breath, bouncing and swaying with the rhythm of his thrusts.

Drool poured from her mouth in thick streams. The mixture of saliva and cum created a puddle on the ground beneath her. Her face was a mess—tear-streaked, flushed red, completely debauched.