Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone-Chapter 219: The Purification That Shouldn’t Exist

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: The Purification That Shouldn’t Exist

The elf who entered wasn’t any elf...but his elf.

The cathedral’s shattered silence felt like smoke in the air, thick enough to choke on.

The assassins were unconscious.

The Pope was shaken.

And the Saintess—

—was still in Lucifer’s arms.

Her breath trembled against his chest, warm and helpless, as his aura wrapped around her like velvet shadows.

She pushed lightly against him.

"L-Let me go..."

His fingers loosened—but slowly, deliberately, like a man indulging one last sinful moment.

"As you wish."

She stepped back, cheeks burning, but the moment she did—

Her divine mark flared.

Pain shot through her spine.

Light erupted under her skin.

Her knees buckled again.

"Wha—why now—?!"

Lucifer caught her again, hand sliding around her waist with infuriating ease.

"You’re destabilizing," he murmured near her ear. "My aura interfered with yours."

"T-That shouldn’t be possible!"

His smirk was molten calm.

"And yet."

Before she could retort—

The Pope’s staff slammed down.

"Enough. Saintess. Prophet. Into the Sanctum."

Her eyes widened in horror.

"No—Your Holiness—don’t tell me—"

"The purification ritual," the Pope declared, voice thunderous, "must be performed immediately."

Lucifer blinked once.

"What purification ritual?"

The Saintess turned red.

The bishops looked away.

The Pope exhaled heavily.

"It stabilizes two clashing auras through breath, touch, and shared mana circulation. A deeply sacred rite."

Lucifer raised a brow.

"So I have to sit close to her and let our energies mingle."

"T-Too close..." she whispered.

The Pope nodded gravely.

"You will sit together. Touch. Synchronize. Until both auras are calm."

Lucifer smiled slowly. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Dangerously.

"Sounds intimate."

The Saintess nearly choked on air.

"T-This is a holy ritual!"

"Of course," Lucifer said smoothly.

"But does it require her to sit on my lap?"

Her heart stopped.

"IT DOESN’T—!!"

The Pope cleared his throat.

"...Under normal circumstances... yes."

She screamed internally.

Lucifer’s smirk could’ve started wars.

THE SANCTUM

The door closed behind them with a heavy thud.

The chamber was dim, lit only by a pulsating altar crystal.

The air was thick.

Too thick.

Lucifer stood still, watching her with unreadable eyes.

"Come," he said softly. "Before you collapse."

"I—I won’t—"

Her divine mark flared again—

She stumbled—

He caught her waist in one motion.

Their foreheads brushed.

Her breath hitched.

His was steady, warm.

"Just sit," he murmured. "Before you melt in my arms again."

She trembled.

"This isn’t— it’s not— you’re manipulating—"

"My dear Saintess," Lucifer whispered, voice low enough to shiver down her spine,

"if I wanted to manipulate you... you’d already be on your knees."

Her entire body went numb.

Heat flooded her face.

Her heartbeat hammered loud enough that he heard it.

He chuckled.

"Sit."

She obeyed before she could think—

straddling his lap, her robes pooling around them.

His hands rested softly on her waist.

Her entire body lit up with divine fire.

"A-Ah—"

"Breathe," he murmured, guiding her trembling form.

"Let your mana sync with mine."

"It’s—too—much—"

"It’s supposed to be."

Her aura surged.

So did his.

A wave of forbidden warmth flooded her chest—

visions exploding behind her eyes:

Lucifer pinning her.

Lucifer kissing her.

Lucifer claiming—

"No—NO—stop—"

She panicked, hands clutching his shoulders.

He held her still.

"Relax," Lucifer whispered, forehead pressing to hers.

"You’re seeing forbidden futures. Ignore them."

"I-I can’t—!"

"Then focus on my voice."

His thumb brushed her waist—light, slow, devastating.

Her breath trembled.

Her body burned.

Her mark blazed against him like liquid fire.

The divine warmth flooded between them—

a perfect, intoxicating fusion of light and shadow.

Her head fell onto his shoulder.

"Why... why does it feel like this...?"

Lucifer’s breath warmed her ear.

"Because," he whispered,

"your soul ...recognizes it as mine."

Her heart stopped.

Then raced.

Faster.

Hotter.

He tightened his arm around her.

"And because whether you accept it or not...

you’re meant to be at my side....be mine.."

Her fingers curled into his shirt.

She didn’t deny it.

Couldn’t.

Not when her own power pulled her closer.

Not when her aura melted into his.

Not when her body trembled with every breath he whispered against her skin.

The Sanctum pulsed with low, rhythmic light—almost breathing with them.

Her thighs trembled around him as their auras locked deeper, spiraling into a feedback loop neither had control over.

Lucifer felt it first.

Then she did.

A soft gasp escaped her lips—uncontrolled, humiliatingly sweet—

as the divine mark over her heart flared and pressed her harder against him.

She froze.

He didn’t.

His hand slid up her spine, steady, warm, controlling the surge before it could tear through her nervous system.

"Relax," he murmured, voice dangerously soft.

"You’ll burn yourself out if you fight it."

"S-Stop saying that..."

Her voice cracked.

Barely a whisper.

"You’re making this worse..."

Lucifer’s quiet laugh vibrated against her body.

"Saintess," he said, forehead leaning into hers,

"You have no idea how much worse it can get."

Her cheeks ignited.

Her heartbeat thundered.

She clenched at his shoulders, trying to breathe, trying not to melt under the slow, deliberate way his aura wrapped around her like a warm shadow.

"I hate... how calm you are," she whispered through shaking breaths.

"I know."

His fingers settled at her waist, pulling her infinitesimally closer.

"And I love how sensitive you are."

"D-Don’t—!"

She tried to jerk back.

Her divine mark punished her instantly.

A shock of heat tore through her chest—

her body collapsing helplessly against him.

He caught her again.

Held her again.

His lips brushed her temple—not a kiss, but intimate enough to kill her breathing.

"You see?" he murmured.

"You can’t pull away. Not while the ritual is active."

Her voice trembled.

"H-How long does it last?"

Lucifer exhaled slowly.

"...Until the Sanctum decides you’re stable."

Her pupils dilated.

"No—"

"Yes."

"That could mean hours!"

"Mm." His smirk deepened.

"Or days."

She nearly screamed.

But another wave hit her—

her aura pulsing with a divine ache that made her vision blur.

She buried her face into his neck without thinking.

"Ah—"

He stilled.

Then—

His hand slid to the back of her head, cradling it gently as if she were something precious.

"Good," he whispered.

"Let go. It’s easier this way."

"That’s not—hnn—that’s not what I’m trying to—!"

Another pulse.

Her body arched slightly, pressing entirely against him.

Lucifer inhaled sharply—quiet, controlled.

But not perfectly.

The Saintess felt it.

And her entire soul trembled.

"You—" she whispered, voice breaking.

"Are you... affected by this too?"

Lucifer’s smirk vanished.

His jaw tightened.

His grip on her waist grew just a little firmer.

"...You shouldn’t ask questions when you’re sitting on me like this."

She swallowed hard.

Because she suddenly understood—

He was fighting it too.

Not just the ritual.

Not just the aura.

Her.

Her warmth.

Her power.

Her trembling breaths.

Her divine light pressing into his shadows, begging for equilibrium.

Her mark pulsed again—

this one slower, deeper, dragging a sound from her throat she immediately slapped a hand over.

Too late.

Lucifer heard it.

Felt it.

His fingers curled at her waist.

"...Saintess," he whispered, breath hot against her ear,

"I need you to focus."

"I-I’m trying—"

"Try harder."

Another pulse hit.

Her back arched into his hand as her breath trembled uncontrollably.

"L-Lucifer—!"

His hand tightened.

His voice dropped to a tone that melted straight through her defenses.

"Eyes on me."

She lifted her head.

Barely.

Her lips parted, breath shaking.

Lucifer met her gaze—

And the Sanctum exploded with light.

Her scream caught in her throat.

His aura surged.

Their energies collided so violently the air cracked like thunder.

Then—

A loud crash shook the chamber.

The Sanctum doors burst open.

"SAINTESS—!!"

Paladins rushed in—

—only to freeze instantly.

Because they saw:

Her.

Straddling Lucifer.

Clinging to him.

Her face red.

Her divine mark blazing.

Their auras interlocked like lovers wrapped in celestial chains.

The paladins’ expressions twisted between horror, confusion, and something dangerously close to awe.

The Saintess froze.

Lucifer didn’t move.

He turned slowly toward the intruders, expression bored.

"You’re interrupting a ritual."

One paladin gulped.

"But—your energies— the noise— we thought you were—"

"Dying?" Lucifer supplied.

"No. She’s stabilizing."

"I’M NOT—!!" she squeaked.

Lucifer calmly placed a hand on her lower back, steadying her trembling form.

Her entire body shivered.

The paladins’ eyes widened further.

Lucifer exhaled irritably.

"Out."

"But—"

"Now."

The doors slammed shut magically, trapping them back in the sanctum—

alone.

Silence.

Her breathing.

His heartbeat.

Their auras still tangled, glowing faintly.

"Lucifer..." she whispered, mortified beyond belief.

"Yes?"

"W-What are they going to think...?"

His lips brushed her ear.

"Exactly what happened."

Her heart stopped.

Then he added, quietly—

"And none of them are wrong."

Her breath hitched—

The Sanctum lights pulsed in approval—

And the ritual deepened again...his touch moving up and down, as his lips reaching and reaching.

She could feel it, his want, should she let it happen? This must be part of it, part of the ritual.

She came closer, and so did he, there lips finally touching. Warmth layer upon their lips.

[Skill Possession kiss used]