The Pious Priest's Sinful Collection - Chapter 39 🔞
“That, that… hmmm!”
Daphne’s mind was racing as she took Theodore’s tremendous length, her body heaving with each thrust. If it weren’t for his thick forearms wrapping around the crown of her head to keep her from squirming, she’d have slammed her head into the headboard.
“Hm, ah, s-stop! That’s too fast..!”
“How, ah, can you push me away? When we both know, hmm… that you like it like this?“
The plush mattress engulfed her as she was pushed into it, then spat her body back out as she pressed down harder. Her body bounced on its own, pushing and pulling that thick rod out of her slick orifice. The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh was so filthy, so shameful… so undeniably good.
‘I’m going to lose my mind.’
Daphne shuddered at the endless plummet, then shuddered again at the spine-tingling, relentless orgxsm.
She’d heard that too much sweetness could be bitter. It felt like she was being whipped all over. This was a climax she could never have felt with her little darling.
“Aaaah!”
It was so intense, it was almost frightening. She was terrified of the unrelenting rush of pleasure. If she had her hands free, she would have clung to the rampaging man on top of her. Her eyes went white as tremors wracked her body.
“…Aaahng!”
“Kh…!”
Daphne burst into tears and, after a few futile attempts, wrapped her wobbly legs around Theodore’s waist.
“Hic… hic….”
Her mind was no longer hers. A steady stream of climaxes pummeled her from head to toe. Her throbbing inner walls crushed Theodore’s cxck without mercy, coaxing his seed. Theodore’s brow furrowed at the sweet sensation of her relentless squeezing. As the vein on his forehead bulged, he indulged her — and came and came and came.
“Hmm…”
Daphne blinked weakly to clear the tears from her eyes as her insane orgxsm finally subsided. She wanted to move, but her sprawled body refused to listen. Nearly drifting off to sleep, she flinched at a writhing movement inside her and lifted her eyelids in surprise.
“…!?”
The golden eyes that met hers were unhinged.
Once sharp and intelligent, they now gleamed like a beast drunk on the thrill of the hunt — so much so that Daphne could do nothing but…
“…Hic!”
A hiccup slipped out.
“Oh dear.”
Theodore, who found it strangely endearing that her slender calves clung to him with such futile strength, let out a lazy smile at the sound.
“Ugh… ngh!”
As Daphne struggled to suppress the hiccups, he withdrew his fingers from her mouth and slowly ran his broad tongue along her jawline. His sweet saliva felt like a balm — life-giving and warm.
“Hic…”
Soft, damp kisses followed — from her chin to her tear-streaked cheeks, over the bridge of her nose, her eyelids, and finally her forehead. Each touch was so gentle it calmed the hiccups that had started in her surprise.
“Feeling better?”
“…Yes.”
Daphne nodded, face flushed. It felt like she only ever got hiccups in front of him, never otherwise.
‘Ugh, so embarrassing.’
As she lowered her lashes in flustered shame, Theodore’s gaze softened. He couldn’t believe this was the same woman who had once parted her legs like a temptress was now blushing over something as innocent as a hiccup. She was utterly, maddeningly lovable.
He pressed another kiss to her forehead, then wrapped both arms around her waist — so slender it barely filled his hands. Her lower belly, usually flat, seemed slightly rounded now, perhaps from the weight of what remained inside her.
Daphne watched uneasily as Theodore gazed down, his eyes fixed on the place where her stomach and hips met, his fingers lazily brushing against her skin. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
‘It’s over now… right? I don’t think I can take any more.’
Having orgxsm after orgxsm drained her to the point of passing out. But she couldn’t fall asleep. She had to go prepare dinner with her fellow novices.
Daphne gently rolled over.
“Um… I should go now…”
“No.”
“…What?”
“You have to take responsibility. I’m just getting started.'”
Daphne’s face turned pale as she clenched her thighs tightly. He said he was just starting when she was already finished.
“Now, wait…!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll speak to Bishop Isabella myself.”
“…Hmph!”
With those words, the tanning process resumed. There was no time to argue about what he was going to say to the bishop. Following the rhythmic slapping of his hips, Daphne once again began to bounce and sway in a trance.
