Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 585 Deep Cleansing [R-18]

'W-What have I done?!' Fiona regretted her actions right away, which allowed the evil curse to finally force her words out.

That was exactly what the holy priest had cautioned her about—was there no hope left for her?

Even so, his tongue kept swirling and caressing within her, prodding those tender inner walls.

Her eyes fluttered open, gazing downward at the priest fully absorbed in devouring her essence.

Vritra savored this fresh flavor, her nectar even more delicious, combined with the tight grip of her plush folds.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes widening in shock; gradually, he withdrew his tongue from her vagina and ran it over his lips.

"What have you done?! You've amplified the curse's strength even more—it's penetrated to your very core now."

Vritra appeared furious and distressed, continuing: "All our previous efforts are wasted; the dark energy I consumed on your behalf, endangering myself, has been in vain.

Haa, you've endangered your own life and the safety of everyone near you."

"Haa, M-Master, I... I didn't mean to, hnn~ p-please save me, I'm s-sorry..." Fiona endured an intense itch in her lower area, her depths pulsing wildly.

"There's just one method left to rescue you and dispel that wicked curse." Vritra declared gravely, his voice heightening Fiona's fear.

"W-What must I do? It's all m-my fault, sob, please assist me..." Fiona begged, overwhelmed by terror and despair.

"Sigh, you're fortunate I never abandon my followers. The danger has escalated dramatically.

Since the evil curse has peaked and burrowed into your core, internal purification is required." Vritra clarified, as though preparing for a monumental offering.

"..." Fiona gave a nod, remaining utterly quiet; if he could rescue her, she'd comply fully.

"The issue is, neither my tongue nor fingers will suffice. I'll need to employ a unique instrument of mine, inserting it deep to flood you with sacred essence that purifies the curse." He stated with utmost seriousness.

"O-Okay, master, let's proceed." Fiona agreed with a nod, grasping desperately at her final chance for survival.

"Simply shut your eyes and keep them closed regardless of anything, lest the curse slips away.

You may vocalize if needed this time, but avoid any queries or skepticism toward me—this is our sole remaining path, or even I would be powerless." He instructed, underscoring the peril of their predicament.

"I get it, master, please proceed and flood me with the h-holy fluid, purify me from within." Fiona affirmed firmly, squeezing her eyes closed tight.

Vritra grinned down at the trusting, pure-hearted wife; he truly cherished his role as holy priest.

In a swift motion, he stripped off his garments, his rigid cock bursting free—it had been agonizing to hold back so long.

He settled between Fiona's thighs, clutching them firmly while kneading and pressing the yielding flesh.

"I'm inserting my enchanted instrument now; recall, keep your eyes shut. It's for your benefit—trust in me."

He reiterated, then aligned the head of his cock against her soaked folds.

"Hnnn~ Yes, master, I trust you, fill me completely." Fiona replied with childlike sincerity.

Yet her frame trembled upon sensing the pressure at her opening; this round, though, she braced herself.

Vritra eased ahead gradually, her folds parting to accommodate his cock as it delved into the snug passage.

Soft whimpers escaped her lips while the scorching, massive, firm enchanted tool invaded her depths.

'I-It's huge, what kind of enchanted instrument is this? Why does it feel... so warm?' Fiona twisted on the sheets as the shaft advanced further, parting her inner layers.

Her vagina adapted, molding around his cock's girth, gripping and holding it snugly.

Vritra sensed her warm, slick walls enveloping his cock, those folds remarkably velvety.

Once his cock was halfway buried, he drove in powerfully, the tip slamming firmly against her cervix.

"Ahhhh~ Hnnggggg~"

Fiona unleashed resounding cries, grateful she no longer fretted over speaking, only needing to seal her eyes.

"I detect the dark essence; the instrument nears your core—hold on shortly, and it'll unleash the sacred fluid within."

Vritra noted, halting briefly to relish her constricting pussy encasing his cock.

Next, he withdrew and plunged anew, repeating the rhythm relentlessly.

The head grazed and jabbed profoundly inside, wet sloshing noises blending with slapping skin echoing through the chamber.

Fiona reeled in surprise, pondering the sensations, but pleasure swiftly overwhelmed her mind.

His cock's tip battered her womb's gateway, nearly forcing entry.

She realized the holy priest spoke truth—he was indeed approaching her core. Anxiety made her pussy clench harder, vise-like around his cock, as if aiming to crush it.

Vritra nearly felt his penis coiling within her grip, the textured walls adhering fast to his length, drawing it deeper.

He bent in, claiming her plump crimson lips, their tongues weaving in a passionate twirl.

His hips kept driving, accelerating wildly, churning her depths into chaos.

He kneaded her breasts, reshaping them, digits burying into the pliant, doughy mounds as his cock breached her womb's threshold.

Fiona moaned on, eyes firmly shut, her devotion to her master now absolute.

After many drawn-out moments, Fiona noticed the sacred instrument pulsing inside; was the moment at hand?

"Prepare yourself—I'm purging the curse now; absorb every bit of the sacred fluid thoroughly." Vritra warned, his declaration sparking greater arousal, her passage constricting more.

Her limbs encircled his form as she nodded, gasping through moans: "Masterrrr, hngggg~ I'm r-ready, HUFF g-give it all to me, every drop of your holy fluid!! Aaaaaah~"

Thrusts quickened while Fiona sensed her climax rising, yet she restrained it—peaking together as he overflowed her would be ideal.

Vritra drew back till just the tip lingered, then delivered the mightiest surge, stealing Fiona's very breath.

The cock's crown pierced her womb, and at last...

SPLURT SPLURT

One surge after another of dense, scorching sacred fluid surged into her womb, inundating her core and subtly bloating her abdomen.

Fiona flexed her inner muscles, her pussy walls seizing his penis firmly to retain every trace of the sacred fluid.

Through her lower depths, she swallowed each droplet, permitting it to swell her belly.

From the enchanted instrument's end, endless sacred fluid gushed forth, beginning the purification of her interior.

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