The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 36 🔞
He gripped her other brxxst hard. Twisting the trembling peak just as she arched into him.
“Ah!”
The left side was buried deep in the heat of his mouth. But the right, bare and glistening in the open air, flinched at the shock of sudden pleasure.
She gasped, her legs clamping down around his hips with instinctive desperation.
“Hnn…”
His voice rasped low in his throat as her thighs tightened like a vice. Still buried in her pillowy chest, he groaned against her skin.
“You… have no idea how tempting you are.”
“Ahn—! Hck—ah, ah, it—it hurts, Your Eminence…!”
Each time he spoke, her brxxst gave a wet, obscene pop. His teeth sank into the soft underside, mouthing it slowly, deliberately, before sealing his lips around the peak and sucking hard.
Daphne couldn’t stop squirming.
He pulled off with a low sound, only to fasten his mouth to the other side. Again, that slow gnawing. Again, the fierce pull. Her nxxple, swollen and flushed, twisted between his thumb and middle finger. A sharp flick followed — and then his voice, cool and crisp.
“As if it only hurts.”
“Ah—ngh!”
Just like he said, every snap of his fingers sent a spark down her spine, buzzing from the nape of her neck to the very tips of her toes. She writhed, clawing at the sheets, her body bowing beneath him as she grabbed onto whatever she could.
“Nnngh—hhhnn…!”
Her inner walls spasmed. Even through her still-clinging undergarments, her entrance fluttered and released a gush of slickness. Overwhelmed by the heat and the friction, she rubbed her clothed mound against his thigh.
When her arousal soaked through and darkened the front of his trousers, he gave a quiet laugh. Not cruel. Not kind. Just knowing.
“So little patience. It seems all those years of piety… were for nothing.”
“Ah—nn, no, th-that’s not—hah—!”
Daphne was just as shaken as she was aroused. He was only sucking her brxxsts — that was all. And yet, why did it feel so good? It wasn’t even comparable to the way she’d touched herself before. Not even close.
Her mind went blank whenever he touched her down there, but this was different. Her brxxsts, flushed and aching, delivered jolts of stinging pleasure that had her teetering on the edge of madness. Pain and pleasure tangled together until she couldn’t tell them apart. Until she didn’t want to.
She wanted more. She needed more. And she hated that she did. Even though she was honest about her desires, this unfamiliar overwhelming need frightened her.
‘So that’s why he never touched them before — why he only ever used his mouth down there.’
Just as Daphne’s thoughts were starting to branch off in erratic directions, Theodore sat up and began untying a crimson sash.
“Sister, it seems you need to retrain your patience.”
He grabbed both of her wrists and lifted them above her head, binding them tightly to the bedpost with the sash. In the blink of an eye, Daphne found herself tied to the bed and stared wide-eyed at him.
“Why are my hands…”
“It would be a problem if you suddenly decided to run away now.”
“…?”
Why would she run away? She was enjoying this far too much right now.
When he reached behind his neck and pulled off his black cassock in one swift motion, Daphne swallowed hard.
Beneath his broad shoulders, a well-toned chest was revealed. Every breath made his pectoral muscles rise and fall, upper, middle, and lower, all perfectly defined and balanced. And the volume — just imagining pressing her fingers into them and watching them spring back made her light-headed.
‘Insane…’
And those abs were so well-defined. His solid abdominal muscles were proof that even after becoming a cardinal, he hadn’t neglected his physical training.
In the temple, clerics typically grew and prepared the materials necessary for temple life themselves. But high-ranking priests, bishops and those above them, usually delegated such labor to junior clerics once their duties grew heavier.
That’s why, like Bishop Caleb with his balding head and protruding belly, many ended up losing their figures over time. And yet, Cardinal Theodore Valentino boasted a frame that could easily rival a seasoned knight’s.
‘My head was resting against that chest?’
Even with his clothes on, she had thought he looked well-built, but now that he was undressed, the reality far exceeded her imagination. It left her speechless.
The ceiling fresco behind his back that depicted a march of trumpeting angels only made the sight all the more dizzying.
It felt like looking upon a sculpture of a living angel. Daphne’s turquoise eyes grew hazy, her focus unraveling.
Nestled between her thighs, Theodore slid his fingers into her mouth.
“Mmph…?!”
“Suck.”
As he loosened his trousers, Daphne hesitated before slowly extending her tongue. The small, pink tip moistened the knotted joints of his fingers, coating them with obedient care.
