The Pious Priest’s Sinful Collection

She pressed her clxt with the smooth head and slowly began her quiet routine. Rocking her waist, she slowly rubbed it up to her sensitive nib and all the way down between her twitching lips. The cool surface gradually warmed to her touch. A gentle rhythm, a bit of pressure — enough to make her feel herself getting wetter. Maybe just a little longer…

When Daphne felt the head so comfortably wet that it slid between her swollen petals, she pushed her darling with her hand just a little bit. Squelch, the imitation phallus slowly slid into her hole that had been throbbing with anticipation.

“Haah…”

Daphne’s brxxsts swelled with tension, and the flesh inside quivered. The tingling sensation intensified as she slowly stroked her brxxsts over her cassock, slowly sliding the fake pxnxs in and out.

Her nxxples, which had been soft under the fabric, quickly hardened, and she went harder and faster in guiding her darling inside her.

“Ah…!”

No matter how many times she felt the most delicate flesh being split open, she never got used to it. Swallowing a cxck the size of a child’s wrist like this was insane, but what would it feel like to swallow something bigger?

Her darling’s blunt head slid in gently, over and over again, stroking her insides with a steadily building rhythm that she lost herself in — until something overflowed within her, her juices gushing with her release.

“Hmph.”

Finally, it was over.

Daphne took a deep breath and lifted up the back of one knee. Rounding her upper body, she could see the underside of the imitation phallus she’d swallowed. Her lower stomach clenched at the sight of her pink, heated pxssy.

Catching her breath, Daphne forced herself to relax as much as she could. In order to feel better, it was important to love herself first. Underneath her clothes, she rubbed her hardened nxxples with her fingers, sending tingling sensations through her lower belly. At the same time, she moved her arm holding the imitation phallus.

“Haa…!”

A thrilling pleasure and heat within her surged up to the point where the lukewarm phallus felt cool once again. It was as if the itch that had been there for days was being washed away.

With each deep penetration, a gush of juices coated her darling. The sticky sound echoing through the warehouse tickled her eardrums and hot breath burst out of her mouth.

“Mm, ah… ngh, ahn… ah!”

As her excitement grew, her inner walls demanded to be dug deeper and deeper. It was so hot. Daphne strained her calves, her legs spread wide. Her toes curled so much they turned white against the blanket. Arching her upper body until her collarbones dug deep, Daphne focused on the tingling sensations of pleasure that made her see stars.

Oh God, it feels so good. She moved her hands as if in a trance, her peak drawing closer and closer. Ignoring the stiffness in her arms, Daphne continued to fxxk herself with her slick ivory darling. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity seemed to run down her nape, and she threw her head back as her whole body shuddered.

“Ahhh…!”

Daphne’s whole body trembled with pleasure. Was it possible to feel this good? So engrossed was she in her climb to climax that she didn’t even hear the small rustle of something outside the door. She didn’t think about anything else when the ecstasy overtaking her was too sweet.

“…Hah!”

Pounding furiously, she summoned every ounce of strength she could muster and raced towards that finish. It took her all at once — her orgxsm was like an explosion that wracked her from head to toe. As the heels of her feet relaxed and my quivering limbs calmed down, so did her blazing eyes.

“Hah, hmmm…”

Daphne, her body hanging limp, took a long time to catch her breath. How much time had passed? Judging by the melted candle, it had been at least thirty minutes.

She bent her head down and looked between her legs, where the imitation phallus was throbbing with the movement of her inner walls, still reeling from the afterglow of her climax. The first time she tried mxstxrbating, she failed because the pressure was too much. But now she had gotten the hang of it and knew how and what to do to take it in pleasantly.

But it’s a strange thing.

‘…There’s something missing.’

It was certainly satisfying, but she still felt an itch down there.

‘Why?’

Daphne frowned as she looked at the cxck stuck between her legs. As expected from the old lady’s last gift, her darling had always brought her joy. She had no reason to be disappointed.

‘Surely… Am I just not satisfied with its size anymore?’

The ivory fake pxnxs was about nine inches long and had a circumference similar to a child’s wrist. Judging from the conversation she had with the old lady, I could tell that this size was average for a real pxnxs, or even larger. But it felt lacking.

‘Then how much bigger does it have to be?’

Like, say… Should she get something much longer and as wide as her forearm?

‘Where in the world can I get something that big…’

As Daphne was thinking about that, a man’s face appeared in her head. Beautiful silver hair that was clearly melted moonlight. Golden eyes that shined as brightly as the sun. Eyelashes long enough to cast shadows under his eyelids.

“Nonsense.”

Was she really thinking about Cardinal Theodore right now?

‘Are you out of your mind, Daphne? No matter how much you like pleasuring yourself, you don’t have to involve another person while doing it!’

Daphne shook her head. There must be something else to think about. She couldn’t have such feelings toward the Cardinal. He was a living person. Not an inanimate object like her darling.

Just thinking about him made her feel like she was committing adultery. Daphne’s face turned red and she fanned her face with her hand.

‘Let’s clean up and go back.’

If she didn’t sleep now, it would interfere with the work she had to do tomorrow. Daphne pulled up her sagging knees and checked the hem of her skirt for stains.

—Creeeak.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening reached her ears.

Was the wind strong today?

Instinctively, Daphne lifted her head, and her gaze met another pair of eyes with a familiar hue.

‘…Huh?’

Even though she was looking right at him, the situation didn’t seem to register in her mind. There was a person standing right in front of her. A person with golden eyes, no less.