February 28, 2026

[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (1). Tainted Priestess I

Her fingers were still wrapped around me through the fabric, hesitant but not pulling away. Her priestess composure was cracking in real time, and I could see it, the way her chest rose faster, the way her lips trembled like she was trying to hold back a confession her body already made.

I stayed above her.

Dominant.

Unmoving.

Watching.

“You don’t have to fight me,” I whispered, voice low and smooth, my breath warm against her cheek.

Her throat bobbed.

“I promise you something,” I continued, brushing my thumb along her jawline, then down her neck slowly. “It will feel good. I won’t hurt you. I won’t take anything you don’t give.”

I leaned closer, lips brushing the corner of her mouth.

“And if it doesn’t… if even a single moment feels wrong…”

My mouth hovered over hers.

“You can exorcise me.”

That made her shiver.

Because she knew I meant it.

I lowered my lips onto hers.

Slow at first.

A testing press.

She didn’t resist.

So I deepened it.

My tongue slid along her lower lip, asking permission without words. She hesitated only a heartbeat before parting for me. When our tongues met, she gasped softly into my mouth, and that sound… raw and unguarded, went straight through me.

I kissed her like I meant to corrupt her gently. Like I meant to worship and ruin her at the same time.

Her hands slid up my chest, over my shoulders. Not pushing me away. Holding me there.

My body lowered over hers, not crushing, just enough weight that she felt my cock hard and heavy against her thigh through my pants. I moved deliberately, grinding just slightly so she could feel exactly how much she affected me.

“You see?” I murmured between kisses. “You’re already making a demon beg.”

Her fingers trembled as they moved down my back.

I broke the kiss slowly, licking along her jaw, then down her neck. I kissed the curve of her collarbone before hooking my fingers into the neckline of her priestess robe.

I peeled the fabric down slowly, exposing her shoulders first. Then lower.

Her breasts were revealed inch by inch, flushed and rising with her uneven breathing. The lace beneath clung to her curves like it had been waiting for this moment. I brushed my knuckles lightly over one breast, watching her reaction.

Her back arched immediately.

Her nipples tightened under the thin lace.

I smiled.

“So responsive,” I murmured.

I lowered my mouth to her chest, kissing just above her breast before licking slowly downward. When I finally wrapped my lips around her nipple through the lace, she moaned, soft but clear.

Her hands flew to my hair.

I sucked gently, then harder, teasing her until her breathing turned into shallow gasps. My other hand slid down her body, over her waist, tracing the slit of her robe.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively.

I slid my hand between them.

Slow.

Careful.

My fingers brushed the heat there through the thin fabric covering her folds.

She sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re already wet,” I whispered, voice dark with satisfaction.

“I’m not—”

I pressed gently again.

She trembled.

I kissed my way back up her body until our faces were close again. My tongue traced her lips once more before I whispered, “Priestess...”

I shifted slightly, letting her feel my cock harder now, pressing against her stomach as I leaned over her.

“You’re inviting me.”

Her eyes were glassy now. Not innocent. Not naive.

Hungry.

I slid my hand back up to her breast, pinching her nipple lightly between my fingers while I kissed her again, slower this time. Deeper. Possessive without being cruel.

I pulled back just enough to look at her.

“You can stop me anytime,” I reminded her softly.

She shook her head.

Don’t stop.

Her fingers moved lower.

This time, she didn’t hesitate.

She touched me directly, sliding her hand into my pants and wrapping her fingers around my cock properly. Not shy anymore. Curious. Bold.

I groaned into her mouth, letting her feel the vibration of it.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Take what you want from me.”

Her hand moved experimentally. Slow strokes.

And I made sure she saw my face.

The way my jaw tightened. The way my eyes darkened. The way my breath turned rougher.

I let her see what she did to me.

“You feel that?” I murmured. “That’s you.”

My fingers returned between her thighs, brushing more directly now, tracing along her folds through the fabric until she whimpered and spread her legs slightly for me.

“You’re not exorcising a demon,” I said against her lips. “You’re summoning one.”

Her head fell back against the altar cloth.

And when she pulled me down into another desperate kiss…

I knew the priestess had already chosen her sin.

And I intended to make her drown in it.

I watched her beneath me, breath uneven, lips parted, eyes glassy with something that was no longer righteous indignation. It was hunger. It was curiosity. It was surrender wrapped in denial.

My fingers snapped.

The air shimmered.

My clothes dissolved into black smoke that curled off my skin and vanished. The cool air of the altar room slid over my bare chest, down my stomach, over my hips. My cock stood hard and heavy between us, no longer hidden, no longer restrained.

Her eyes dropped.

And she froze.

For a heartbeat she looked like she might remember she was supposed to be holy.

Then she swallowed.

I saw the moment it hit her. The awareness. The raw, undeniable presence of me.

“Still think you’re in control, priestess?” I murmured.

She tried to speak. Failed.

I reached for her robe again, slower this time. Deliberate. My fingers slid under the fabric at her waist, then higher. I peeled it back inch by inch, watching her reaction with every bit of skin revealed. Her breasts rose and fell faster, lace clinging desperately to her curves.