[Exclusive] TIS 1328.2 R18 Beach Episode (4). Priestess and The Demon I
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.2 R18 Beach Episode (4). Priestess and The Demon I
She didn’t hesitate. Not even a breath of delay.
Ruby licked her lips like she’d been waiting for that order. Her mouth returned to me with slow reverence, her tongue dragging over every inch, up, down, across the base, collecting every drop like she was savoring something rare and sacred. She didn’t just clean. She devoured. She kissed the tip softly, then pressed her lips lower and swirled her tongue again, this time slower.
I let out a quiet breath, muscles slack, fingers still tangled loosely in her hair.
She smirked up at me, her voice sultry and smug all at once. “Thank you for the nice food.”
“Mm,” I exhaled. “You're welcome.”
And just to make her case even more absurdly perfect, she leaned forward again and gently pulled my pants back up. Zip. Button. Smoothed it down with both hands. Like she was tucking away a gift she’d carefully unwrapped.
I blinked. “You… even dressed me.”
She giggled. “Of course. I’m not just obsessed~ I’m efficient.”
The other girls burst out laughing.
But I straightened now, brushing off my shirt and rolling my shoulders.
“Ten minutes have passed,” I said flatly.
“Oh come on,” Luna moaned. “You’re really gonna leave now?”
“I need to go.” I snapped my fingers dramatically, shadows curling around my body.
I vanished like the demon I was. But then… reappeared.
Same spot.
“Uh…” I muttered, glancing around. “What’s the room number?”
Pearl threw her hands up. “Thirty-one, Ethan.”
“Right, yeah. Where’s room thirty-one?”
Diamond lazily lifted a tentacle, sipping wine. “East wing. Down the stairs.”
Luna flicked my arm. “You can’t teleport directly to it. Remember? You never went there before.”
I groaned. “Fine. I’m walking.”
And, with dramatic flair, started trudging my foot toward the hallway like the most reluctant oversexed demon in the villa.
My shirt was still half-loose from earlier, and the air against my skin felt smug, like even the breeze knew I’d just gotten swallowed whole by Ruby and then tossed back out with my ego licked clean. Down the marble steps, past the faint sound of laughter echoing from the courtyard. Diamond’s last giggle still stuck in my ears.
The hallway was dim. They were already setting the tone.
I found room 31 easily. The door was slightly ajar, like it was waiting for me.
Standing beside it were Maria and Ivy, perfectly calm, like twin priestesses guarding a forbidden temple.
Maria had that look, smug and smugger, with her deep wine-colored lips and soft smirk.
Ivy just smiled like she knew a secret no one else did.
They both handed me a folded note. No words. Just that gesture.
And then they vanished.
I sighed and flipped the note open.
“You are a demon who has been trapped and caught by the priestess. She will attempt to exorcise you. Please respond accordingly.”
I blinked. Then cringed.
“This roleplay’s getting too real…”
I stared at the door.
Then up.
Then back at the note.
“Well… It is what it is.”
Still… I sighed. Rolled my shoulders. Let my dark power swirl around me, heat crackling over my skin as my true form surged up, horns, wings, aura blooming like sin incarnate.
“Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll play your little game.”
I stepped inside.
The room?
Looked like it had been personally furnished by the gods of overkill.
It wasn’t a bedroom. No. This was a purification altar. Celestial edition. Polished white stone. Incense burning on silver trays. Curtains of pale silk hanging from the corners like a ceremonial veil. A glowing ward circle pulsing faintly on the floor. But no one was there. Well, I still could feel Celia’s presence and where she was. But I decided to stick to the play.
I cringed.
‘This doesn’t just look like I got caught, it looks like you’re planning to convert me into a pure saint.’
I stepped forward with exaggerated caution, my boots echoing across the cold floor.
“I know you’re here,” I called. My voice low. Confident. “You can’t trap me. You’ll regret this—”
I got close to the bed. The “altar.” Draped in pure white cloth, trimmed in gold, a little too pristine for my liking.
And then.
Celia moved.
From behind the door, she rushed me with surprising speed and pushed me.
I hit the bed with a grunt, but I was more amused than anything. Her small body pinned me just long enough for something else to activate.
A snap. A twist. A ripple of celestial power against my skin.
Then I felt it.
Ropes.
Glowing white ropes, warm and tingling with blessed energy, wrapping around my wrists and ankles, tightening with a faint hiss of divine seal magic.
“Wait, wait, what the—” I blinked. “Are these real?”
She stood above me now, panting slightly, flushed but victorious, in a priestess outfit that made my incubus blood burn.
A slit so high it could start a war. A neckline so low I could see the soft curves of her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Golden thread along her waist. Her hair tied up in a ceremonial twist.
She raised her staff and declared, “Got you, demon!”
I blinked.
Then chuckled darkly.
“Oh. You got me alright…” I flexed my arms. The ropes tingled but held.
Not props. Not illusions. These were real. Blessed by celestial power, humming softly against my skin as they tightened and sealed. For a heartbeat, I froze. Shocked. Completely speechless. I tested them instinctively. Weak. Fragile. I could snap them if I wanted. Easily.
But that wasn’t the problem.
The problem was how they were here.
Celia didn’t have this kind of power. Not even close. My mind raced, piecing it together, and then it hit me.
Puriel.
Damn it. They actually used real holy bindings in a sex roleplay. I exhaled slowly, half amused, half horrified.
Celia puffed her cheeks, pretending to look fierce. “You’re not escaping this time.”
I stared at her. At that slit. At that neckline.
Then let my voice drop.
“You surely know how to seduce me… Priestess.”
She squeaked. “No, I’m not seducing! I’m exorcising!”
“Oh?” I leaned back, smirking. “In that dress? With that neckline?”