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Once more I went to the ruin and once more I got stuck.

I felt my panties being lowered down to my thighs.

Expecting the usual I was stunned when I felt something wet and soft suddenly touching my second most sacred place.

I moaned involuntarily as I felt his tongue enter my ass. I squirmed, trying to get away, but his hands held my ass cheeks spread apart holding them in place firmly.

That was definitely not what I meant by apology.

It was humiliating, but also... to my great indignation it felt good. I could feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples growing stiff. I hated that I was aroused, hated that I found his tongue in my ass so goddam hot. My heart was beating like crazy as I cursed this hypersensitive body and that pervert of a hunter for making me feel every little fold he licked.

"Aahh—uhhnn!"

"Mmmph...!"

I moaned and whimpered. My body giving in to a new unfamiliar pleasure. I could feel his salvia cascading down my tights mixing in with my lewd juices from my pussy. Being true to his world he didn’t touch my pussy at all but that made it even worse as it meant I was feeling all this just from his tongue.

"Nngghh...!"

He continued to tongue fuck my ass for the good half of 10 minutes leaving me utterly red like a tomato. Finally he pulled up my panties rolled down my skirt and gently pushing me forward.

And once more a letter was left behind.

…

He reveals her rear, in the dim light’s glow,

Her shame laid bare, in a lingering show.

With a tongue that traces, he starts his act,

A sinful penance, both raw and exact.

Each lick a reminder of the trespass made,

In the silent ruin where their fates are swayed.

In the depths of the night, where morality frays,

Her pride is laid bare, in his sinful ways.

His heart aches for a chance to make things right,

To turn his guilt into a hopeful light.

In the dimming glow where shadows play,

He prays her heart might find a way.

He hopes his actions, though stark and bold,

Will lead to forgiveness, and a story retold