The Pious Priest’s Sinful Collection

His large frame leaned forward, casting a shadow over her. His voice slid through the cramped shed like a snake, soft and deliberate. Daphne swallowed hard at the shadows that filled the room overhead.

The veins on her forearm, exposed under the priest’s robe, stood out.

Daphne’s breath caught in her throat as the cardinal’s crimson sash drew closer. The pressure was unlike anything she’d felt when she’d inserted the toy herself.

“Hmph…”

As Daphne’s tiny mouth opened, her slender neck arched as far back as it would go. Theodore Valentino’s hand was widening her narrow opening.

Amazing.

She felt like she was about to climax at any moment, the sensations far more exhilarating than she could have vaguely imagined. As her excitement grew, the love juice flowing out from inside her helped with the insertion.

The slick imitation phallus began to slide in and out of her, merging with the strength of the man’s forearms to create a watery sound.

“…Hah!”

Squish, the straw pile Daphne had been lying on sank deeply for a moment as she was pushed down hard. The more Theodore went in and out, the louder the slick sounds grew. The sound of his thumb and forefinger slamming into wet flesh was obscene.

“Hhng, ah, aah…!”

She was used to the feeling of bulk inside her, but not to his merciless thrusts. Oh god, oh god, her small body was becoming more and more buried in the blanket.

When he pushed her arm, she was enveloped in the blanket, and when he pulled, her whole body tingled with the sensation of the most delicate lining being pulled out. Daphne clenched her pxssy without realizing it. Every time she squeezed it tightly, her darling’s withdrew slower. Theodore sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth.

Daphne couldn’t tear her gaze away from his face, even in her daze. She was close enough to him that she could see every expression on his face.

‘He’s watching my reactions.’

Theodore Valentino, his jaw hanging open, moved his arm and watched her face below. Every time he exerted downward pressure, his stunningly beautiful face contorted in an odd way. The reaction made her feel as if he had inserted himself into her.

“…Ah! Yes, more! There, don’t stop…ahh!”

Theodore narrowed his eyes as he watched Daphne tremble.

“Really, this is a terrible curse. A faithful sister like you, crying so obscenely…”

He clicked his tongue, saying that he couldn’t bear to watch with both eyes open, and pressed his upper body against hers. When their chests were close enough to touch, she could feel the rapid heartbeats through several layers of cloth. She couldn’t tell whose it was. Her mind was blank.

“Hmm, ah, aaah!”

Daphne’s breath caught in her throat as he quickened the pace. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth drooled. She felt like she was going to pass out.

“…Hmmph!”

Something dry brushed past the saliva at the corners of her mouth, but Daphne was so focused on the climax that she didn’t notice. The walls of her vxgxna quivered, clenching and sucking in the imitation phallus. Her limbs twitched, unable to contain the sensation of her body crashing in and out of exhilaration. Daphne wrapped her legs around Theodore’s waist, feeling like she was going to fall if she didn’t catch something.

Theodore’s lower abdomen was pressed tightly against hers, and something large and hard poked Daphne in the stomach.

A moan like a cat’s cry erupted from Daphne’s mouth as she leaned back. As her limbs stiffened and her turquoise eyes rolled back in her head, the grip on both her wrists disappeared. With her free hand, Daphne hugged the man before her tightly.

So this is what it feels like to have your brain melt, Daphne thought, unable to hold back the second orgxsm that had come so hard. A large hand cupped her back and lowered her gently onto the straw bale.

Drained, Daphne couldn’t shake the hand on her waist as it rubbed down her back and cupped her hip.

‘I can’t believe I’m… in the Cardinal’s hands.’

The object inserted was an imitation phallus, but it was Cardinal Theodore who used it. Through some absurd coincidence, Theodore Valentino had brought her to orgxsm. It was a frighteningly ecstatic climax.

‘What happens to me now?’

She knew now wasn’t the time to pass out, but she couldn’t move. Her eyelids were heavy, and her whole body felt like it wrapped in thousands of thin threads. She couldn’t lift even a finger.

It was a ridiculous excuse, to be honest.

Exorcism.

It’s a common practice to use holy water and holy objects in an exorcism to deliver the possessed from evil spirits. What Cardinal Theodore had done now was to bring her to climax with a dxldo.

Theodore’s words about saving her through exorcism were clearly nonsense.

‘The prophecy of the three stars wasn’t for nothing.’

I guess I really am a harlot. Daphne felt pathetic for not being able to resist her desires.

She held her breath as the Cardinal’s hand brought her to orgxsm, unable to withdraw, and Theodore, holding her hip, slowly withdrew the toy he had inserted between her legs.

“Haah…”

A pained sound escaped Daphne’s mouth from that brief stimulation. Pausing for a moment, Theodore tucked the cxm-soaked toy into his sleeve and chided.

“It’s difficult to get exorcisms to succeed on the first try. Therefore, Sister, please have me perform the exorcism ritual from now on.”

Daphne was confused, wondering if she really was cursed by the devil, since he sounded so serious.

“Do you understand?”

The golden eyes demanded an answer, and Daphne nodded, barely able to keep her mind from drifting away.