[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (4). Tainted Priestess IV
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (4). Tainted Priestess IV
She didn’t hesitate this time.
She opened for me.
Completely.
I parted her legs further, lifting one gently and resting it over my shoulder. My hand slid along her thigh, then back to her folds, brushing over them slowly. She was still wet. Still sensitive. Still trembling.
“You’re already ready,” I murmured.
She nodded weakly.
I leaned over her, lining myself up, my cock pressing against her slick heat without entering yet. Just there. Teasing. Letting her feel the promise of it.
Her hands gripped the altar cloth.
Her eyes locked onto mine.
“No running now,” I whispered. “You wanted this.”
She whispered my name.
And I leaned in close, lips brushing her ear as I began to move with deliberate control, holding her gaze, making sure she felt every second of surrender.
Not rushed.
Not frantic.
Dominant.
Intentional.
She had chosen.
And I was going to make sure she remembered exactly how that choice felt.
I didn’t rush.
That was the difference between hunger and dominance.
My cock pressed firmly between her folds first, sliding slowly along her slick heat, spreading it deliberately. She gasped the moment I brushed over her again, her thighs trembling around my hips.
“Tight,” I murmured against her lips. “You’re so tight.”
Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging in slightly. She wasn’t pushing me away. She was pulling me closer.
I pushed forward slowly.
Not all at once.
Inch by inch.
Her breath hitched sharply as she felt me entering her. Her body reacted immediately, inner walls tightening instinctively around my length. The sensation made my jaw clench.
“Oh,” she breathed, voice breaking.
I held still for a moment, letting her adjust. Letting her feel every inch of me inside her. My hand slid up to cup her breast again, thumb brushing over her nipple to distract her from the stretch.
“Relax,” I whispered. “Feel me.”
She nodded weakly.
And then I began to move.
Slow at first.
Long, deliberate strokes. Drawing back almost completely before pushing in again. Watching her face every time I filled her. The way her lips parted. The way her eyes rolled slightly. The way her composure vanished further with every motion.
She was tight. So tight. And her inner walls kept clenching around me every time I pushed deep, like she was trying to hold me there.
I groaned low in my throat.
“You’re gripping me like you don’t want me to leave,” I muttered.
She didn’t deny it.
Instead, she lifted her hips slightly to meet my next thrust.
That was when I stopped holding back.
My movements grew firmer. Rougher. Not careless, controlled. I grabbed her thigh and held it higher against my shoulder, driving deeper. Her breasts bounced softly with each stronger motion, nipples brushing against my chest.
She cried out my name again.
“Ethan—”
The sound of it went straight through me.
My rhythm picked up. The altar beneath her shifted slightly with the force of it. I leaned down and kissed her hard to muffle the louder sounds she was making. My tongue slid into her mouth again as my hips moved faster, more dominant now.
She wasn’t resisting.
She was surrendering.
Her hands slid down my back, then to my hips, fingers digging in as if urging me deeper. One of her hands even moved between us, brushing over where we were joined, touching herself while I moved inside her.
“Look at you,” I murmured against her mouth. “Touching yourself for me.”
Her cheeks flushed deep red.
But she didn’t stop.
Her folds were slick and warm around me, and every time she tightened, it sent another wave of heat through my body.
The pressure built fast.
Too fast.
I felt it cresting.
And then…
It hit.
I came hard, my body tensing over hers, a deep groan ripping from my chest as I spilled inside her. Her body clenched tightly around me in response.
-Ting!
[You have gained EXP!]
[Your demonic power fully restored.]
I laughed breathlessly against her neck.
“Of course it did,” I muttered.
But I didn’t stop.
I stayed inside her, hips still moving slowly even after my release. She was still sensitive, still trembling, but she didn’t push me away.
“Priestess…” I whispered against her ear. “Let me fill you more.”
Her head tilted back, eyes dazed.
At this point she wasn’t fighting anything. She was the one pulling me back down, the one wrapping her legs around my waist tighter.
She shifted her body beneath me and suddenly rolled her hips with more intention. Taking initiative. Riding my movement instead of just receiving it.
That made me grin darkly.
“There it is,” I said. “Show me.”
She moved more boldly now, lifting her hips, meeting each thrust with one of her own. Her breasts brushed against my chest, nipples dragging lightly over my skin. Her fingers moved between her own folds again, rubbing herself while I moved inside her.
Watching her like that, so open, so willingly undone, reignited everything in me.
The incubus in me didn’t tire.
It thrived.
I flipped us over smoothly, laying back while keeping her in my lap. She gasped, then instinctively straddled me. My cock was still hard inside her, and the shift in angle made her moan again.
“Ride me,” I told her quietly.
And she did.
Slow at first. Testing the new position. Her hands pressed against my chest as she lowered herself down, feeling every inch of me again.
She leaned forward, breasts brushing my face, and I took one nipple gently into my mouth while she moved. She cried out softly, hips beginning to move faster.
Her hair fell around us like a curtain.
She was completely surrendered now.
Not captured.
Not forced.
Choosing me.
And that was infinitely better.
The second round didn’t last long.
She tightened around me again, her body shuddering as another orgasm overtook her. I followed shortly after, gripping her hips and pulling her down firmly as I came again.
And still I wasn’t done.