The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 37 🔞
As she groaned and licked his fingers, Theodore pulled out his stiff cxck. It hadn’t been long since it released that impressive stream, and yet his balls were already tingling, swollen once more.
Thud.
“…?”
Daphne, wholly absorbed in licking his thick fingers, nearly bit her tongue when a heavy weight pressed against her thigh. She glanced down instinctively.
‘Wow… oh wow.’
It was even more unbelievable up close. The fake phallus she used was by no means small, but Theodore dwarfed its size two-fold with its bulging, veiny girth.
Daphne had thought it was big when she sneaked a peek behind the door, but it was entirely different now that it was centimeters from her nose.
And its head — it looked even bigger glistening with clear droplets on its tip. Little wonder that it managed to cover her desk and chair entirely in sxmxn.
‘Is it that big because the rest of him is? Now that I see it, I understand why he thought I might try to run.’
After all, the first thing that crossed her mind was whether her body could even take something that huge.
While Daphne was enthralled by his massive column, Theodore placed it over her grxin. He sighed softly as he rubbed it against her.
‘I’m going to lose my mind.’
Daphne still couldn’t believe that she was in his bed, even as he laid her down himself. Maybe this was one of her wet dreams that she still hadn’t awoken from.
‘… This can’t be real.’
But there was no way that her mind was powerful enough to dream up something so amazingly vivid. His beautiful body defied imagination that it needed to be seen with her own two eyes to be believed.
“…”
The tip of his thing caressing the inner flesh of her thigh was maddening. She could feel it eager to slip inside her wet underwear that was clinging so obscenely to her swollen lips.
He clenched his jaw as he felt himself compelled to take that final step. Once this line had been crossed, he could not go back.
“Your Eminence…?”
Daphne called out his name, urging him, frustrated when Theodore didn’t enter.
The sensation of the soaked fabric of her panties being the only thing keeping him from barely touching her desperate entrance was enough to drive her to madness.
‘I was sure he’d put it in right away… so why hasn’t he?’
The heat was unbearable, like it would burn her up from the inside, and Daphne writhed in frustration before pleading with him again.
“Your Eminence…”
At that desperate whisper, Theodore finally parted his tightly sealed lips.
“My name.”
“…What?”
“Say my name.”
“…That’s…”
“Do that, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
He murmured it low, watching as her once-clear, cunning expression twisted into something strange and vulnerable, caught off guard by the demand she hadn’t expected.
“Um…”
“Please.”
Even when her trembling lips pressed shut and her tear-brimmed eyes looked up at him in a silent plea, he withheld what she so desperately wanted.
“Please, call me Theo.”
He held his throbbing cxck head just before her entrance, twitching so much that it threatened to slip in.
To the woman who had no idea how much anguish he suffered, how many agonized confessions he made that only the Holy Spirit could hear, who had battled agony and doubt in silence, he—
Just a little.
Just the faintest—
He wanted to tease her.
“Go on, Daphne.”
He murmured now, like a serpent coaxing a maiden toward the forbidden — just as she had with him in that crumbling shed where he’d first sensed the shape of his ruin.
As though he were the first sinner, unable to turn away from the fruit of good and evil he knew he must not touch.
“…Theo.”
And the moment his name spilled from her hesitant lips, Theodore decided—
He would cling to this paradise with everything he had.
