"Ira, do you know what you've done wrong?"
"Oh, um... I... Karl really... Karl threatened me..."
It was a blatant lie. There was no chance Ira was innocent. The room Ira believed to be a storeroom was just an empty space with a single jar. Robin and I had recently filled it with valuables, but that was all.
How would Karl even know about such a room? Ira must have told him. As a con artist who regularly communicated with Karl, why would Ira share this information? Obviously, to rob the storeroom.
"Why should I believe you? I trusted you, and you've hurt me."
"I'm sorry... truly sorry... please, just spare my life... I'm innocent..."
"I'll spare you."
Ira kept making useless excuses, and I was tired of hearing it, so I cut them off. For now, I planned to keep them alive. When I said I'd spare them, Ira's eyes widened in surprise.
They expected to die.
"Really?"
Their eyes were red, and their tiny hands trembled, making them look innocent and cute. I gently stroked Ira's braided hair and glanced at their chest. It was as appealing as ever.
Ira followed my gaze, then flinched and stepped back.
"Wh-what..."
I followed Ira onto the bed. They said,
"I'll scream!"
"Go ahead. Scream that you were caught trying to rob the lord's mansion. You're just being disciplined. Scream all you want."
In this world, criminals have no rights. Even if I skinned Karl's face and wore it to play with Ira, no one could legally accuse me. Only moral criticism would follow.
Who would call my judgment of crimes in this domain unjust?
"But you're a priest!"
Knowing this, Ira tried to use my position as the high priest to protect themselves. But I asked,
"So what?"
"Is this how a priest should act? This is rape!"
"Rape? I don't think so."
"What do you mean? This is..."
My hand lightly stroked Ira's thigh. Lifting the skirt slightly revealed their plump thighs. When my hand touched their thigh, Ira tried to close their legs and push me away.
I slid my hand deeper under the skirt, stroking the back of Ira's thigh and gripping their buttocks. I felt the folded seam of their tight panties against their firm butt.
Feeling the soft fabric, I said,
"This is punishment. Understand? Punishment in the name of the lord."
"Ah... oh..."
Ira tried to push me away, but I caught them. I pushed Ira onto the bed and slowly began removing their maid uniform. The many buttons made it take time.
"Please... my lord..."
"You didn't call me that when you were stealing. Now you show respect?"
Ira's whining and the stubborn buttons annoyed me. I grabbed the hem with one hand and tore it forcefully.
"Ahh!"
Ira screamed and covered their chest. Their breasts, hidden by a tight bra, burst out. I grabbed Ira's wrists, pulling them apart to expose their pink nipples and full breasts.
"Ugh... sob..."
As Ira kept crying, I whispered,
"Keep crying, and I'll kill you."
The act only works if the other person plays along. If the Lucius act doesn't work, I'll just be myself. The threat seemed to work, as Ira forced back their tears and clenched their lips. Finally, I could focus on the punishment peacefully.
"Good. Look at me. Look here."
I turned Ira's face to meet mine. Their face was already tear-stained, but it didn't hide their cuteness.
"Smile. The lord is sparing your life and just punishing you. Why aren't you smiling?"
Ira forced a smile, clearly fake. I slowly began massaging their breasts, kneading them like dough. I lightly licked around their areolas with my tongue.
"Hmm..."
Ira tried to muffle their sounds. I hadn't told them to hold back moans, but since it turned me on more, I let it go.
I lightly sucked on their nipple, teasing it gently.
"Hmph!"
Ira's body twitched with each touch. I lowered my head further, tearing off their long skirt. White underwear came into view. I continued massaging their nipples with one hand while lightly stroking over their panties with the other.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Ira still tried to cover their mouth and turn away. They were like a fascinating toy, reacting differently each time I pressed or poked above their panties.
As I caressed the mound through their underwear, I noticed it growing damp. Seeing Ira's shape clearly through the fabric, I smirked.
I moved my hand from their chest downward, quickly pulling off their panties.
"Ah!"
Ira reflexively tried to cover themselves. I pushed their hands away and used their thighs to spread their closed legs.
I began critiquing Ira's body. Wearing only thigh-high socks, they had a great figure. Their breasts were more than a handful, and their thighs and hips were perfectly shaped to entice men.
Their glistening sex was partially hidden by pink pubic hair. I pushed their thighs up, spreading Ira's lips wide open.
Ira turned their face away, covering their eyes.
Their lips glistened with thick fluid.
I stirred around their entrance with my fingers, then gently inserted one.
"Ngg... mmm!"
Ira's body twisted in surprise, tightening around my finger. Even without their reaction, Ira's insides were tight. As I moved my finger in and out, Ira's body followed the motion.
"Mmm... ngg... ugh... mmm..."
Seeing them struggle to hold back moans was so arousing that I stroked Ira's cheek. They forced a smile, trying to show they weren't crying.
I smiled back and began exploring Ira's insides with my finger. I needed to prepare them properly before the main event. Each time my finger stirred inside, Ira's body squirmed as they tried to hold back.
As Ira closed their legs, clear fluid trickled down their thighs.
The wet sounds filled the room, soaking my bedsheets. Ira, already flushed red, breathed heavily through their covered mouth, staring blankly at the ceiling, legs spread wide.
I climbed onto Ira, pulling off my pants. Ira's eyes widened at the sight of my large erection, then quickly looked away.
This body's best feature was its penis. Compared to Lucius's build, it was massive. It was so big I'd probably win in an NTR sex contest.
I aligned myself with Ira's entrance and began rubbing slowly. Ira let out a desperate moan at the pressure.
"Ah... oh... ngg..."
Then, realizing what they'd done, Ira quickly covered their mouth. I whispered into their ear,
"Try to hold back. Got it?"
As Ira nodded, I thrust inside in one swift motion.
"Ah... mmm!"
Ira covered their mouth and twisted their body, surprised by the sudden intrusion. I held down their shoulders, slowly pulling out.
"Ugh... mmm... ngg..."
As I withdrew, Ira let out a soft moan, breathing heavily. Before the shock faded, I thrust inside again.
"Mmm!... ugh!"
Ira's hips rose in response, pulling me closer. I held Ira tightly, slowly moving my hips. Ira's walls felt like living slime, moving in sync with my thrusts—fast or slow, they matched my rhythm.
"Mmm... ngg... ugh... mmm!... ugh..."
Ira clung to me, desperately holding back moans. Seeing this, I grew determined. I lifted Ira's hips, positioning them for deeper thrusts, and began moving harder.
*Smack! Smack!*
The sound of flesh meeting filled the room.
"Mmm... ugh... mmm... ah... ngg..."
Shame and pleasure finally broke Ira's silence.
"Ah... stop... ugh... ah..."
I didn't want to stop. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I pounded into Ira harder.
"Ah!... ugh!... stop... ah!... lord... ah!"
Fluids splashed everywhere. I squeezed Ira's breasts, kissing them deeply.
"Mmm... ngg... ah!"
Ira opened their mouth, accepting my tongue. Our tongues tangled, saliva dripping. I licked my lips, looking at Ira, their face flushed with pleasure, only able to moan.
"Ah!... stop... it's strange... ugh!"
I moved faster, nearing my climax.
"Ahh... ugh... gah...!"
My mind went blank with pleasure.
"Ugh!"
"Ahhh!"
My cum gushed into Ira, filling their insides and reaching their womb. Ira clung to me, trembling and screaming. After releasing for a while, I pulled out, limp, and looked at Ira.
"Haa... haa... is... it over...?"
Ira, face flushed, asked me. I wiped myself with a towel from the desk and said,
"This is just the beginning. Punishment doesn't end with one session."
"Ha... haha..."
Ira laughed weakly and passed out. I'll keep them in the basement until the next punishment.