“Excuse me? What did I do?”
Iris answered shamelessly, staring intently at Lucael’s face.
Though he told himself not to, he didn’t let go of Iris’s hand.
His deep blue eyes trembled aimlessly.
Iris lowered her gaze to his thigh.
The inside of her left thigh, where her hand rested, was noticeably swollen.
The distinct outline revealed clearly that Lucael was erect.
‘I thought it would take quite some time to seduce him… but if this goes well, he might come over tonight?’
Thanks to the Feather, things seemed to be unfolding easily.
She had planned to take it slow, but after a little tickling with the Feather, he got this excited.
Iris couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.
She slid her leg gently, pressing it against Lucael’s thigh.
Wearing a hoodie and a tennis skirt, her bare leg was exposed.
Through the thin priest’s pants, the warm body heat made Lucael’s mind reel.
“Wait a moment, Sister Iris… ugh.”
“Yes. You can say whatever you want, Priest.”
Lucael groaned as he leaned his head against the prayer room wall, and Iris bent closer to him in response.
Though he had intended to pull away by pressing against the wall, Iris’s proximity made it impossible.
Why couldn’t he shake off a body so small—barely half his size?
Feeling like he had hit a dead end, Lucael let out a low, hoarse voice with difficulty.
“Is this… really okay?”
“Okay with what? Whatever you want, Priest, I don’t mind.”
Iris whispered seductively as her small hand slid inside Lucael’s inner thigh.
When her fingers touched his rigid manhood, Lucael squeezed his eyes shut.
This was truly his limit now.
Forget the duties of a priest; all he could think of was holding the woman before him.
Frustrated, he unbuttoned his cassock and looked down at Iris with half-lidded eyes.
“Haah, this… Sister, you’re the one who started it first.”
“Yes, Priest Lucael. Anything… huff.”
Iris couldn’t finish her sentence, letting out a soft moan as Lucael grabbed her hand and pulled her close.
Iris was caught in his embrace, feeling the heat beneath his priest’s robe.
In Lucael’s deep blue eyes clouded by desire, she blinked in surprise.
He frowned, trying to steady his quickening breath as he looked directly at her.
“What happens here, in the prayer room… stays a secret. No one else must know.”
“Of course. Naturally. Hn, ahh…”
His large hand slid down her dry back and crossed over to the front.
The touch on her chest made Iris flinch her shoulders.
Lucael swallowed roughly, unsure where to start, before laying her down on the long bench.
Leaning over, he suddenly slipped his large hand inside her hoodie.
Passing over her warm, flat stomach, his hand settled on her round breasts.
Eyes wild with confusion at this sinful act, Lucael’s gaze darted about.
“You can do whatever you want. Ah, hhh.”
“Well then… as you said… haah.”
As soon as Iris gave her permission, Lucael roughly pulled up the bra covering her chest.
His trembling hand cupped the heaving breasts.
Feeling the bare skin beneath, his arousal grew fiercer.
His stiff hand hesitated, then slowly pinched a nipple.
With thumb and forefinger, he clumsily circled the nipple, gradually increasing the pace.
Roughly kneading her breasts, then twisting and pinching her nipples repeatedly, soft, pitiful moans spilled from Iris’s lips.
“Hhh, ah, yes. Priest… Lucael, Priest. Ah!”
“Haah, is this… really okay?”
His hand stopped abruptly as he asked with a complex expression.
The moment to obtain the Skill was close at hand; there was no turning back now.
“Of course it is. After all, the only ones who know are you and Priest Lucael.”
Iris smiled enticingly, wrapping one leg around his waist.
Then her hand slid down to firmly press Lucael’s concealed manhood.
A tingling sensation ran through his hair, his deep blue eyes growing hazy, and his broad chest rose and fell deeply.
His previously paused touch became more urgent than before.
Lucael quickly rubbed his stiff nipples and roughly kneaded the ample flesh.
At the same time, his hand slipped under the tennis skirt.
His fingers traced the line of her pure white panties before sliding inside.
His fingers explored the golden-covered folds of her intimate area.
The middle finger traced the parted crevice and slowly rubbed the clitoris up and down.
The warming touch blurred Iris’s vision with pleasure.
“Haah, ugh.”
“Sister Iris… ah, huff.”
Lucael gasped in his low, hoarse voice as her small hand touched his concealed manhood again.
Iris stroked the swollen shaft up and down, lightly pressing the glans tip.
The more she touched, the larger he grew.
Not to be outdone, Lucael’s own hand stroked her secret spot with growing intensity.
His fingers pressed repeatedly on her clitoris, slipping downward through the folds to explore her wet opening.
He scooped up the juices flowing from her pussy, spreading them over her clitoris, then quickly rubbed it up and down again.
“Ah, ah, hng.”
With every move of Lucael’s hand, her small panties fluttered noisily.
He exhaled harshly and pulled the panties down.
Iris raised her hips to help, and the small scrap of cloth dropped to the prayer room floor.
Lucael wiped the redness from his excited eyes with the back of his hand and looked down.
Her slick, juice-soaked pussy parted invitingly.
He couldn’t hold back any longer.
Though they hadn’t even started, the narrow prayer room was already thick with the hot breaths of two lovers.
He threw off his cumbersome priest’s robe and, in stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor, hurriedly locked the prayer room door.
He didn’t want any parishioner accidentally opening it.
If anyone caught him in a secret tryst with a female congregant, he would be immediately expelled from the Cult.
Still, he risked everything to be with Iris.
Iris caught her breath at the sight of his pale, bare upper body.
Even when dressed as a priest, she had thought he was well-built, but now it was undeniable.
How could that be the body of a priest?
She wondered if priests nowadays trained their bodies with weights and exercise.
His solid arms were packed with muscle, his broad chest and defined abs promising intense pleasure.
Having sex with such a body—getting the Skill and having sex with a handsome, well-built priest—could she really have it all?
“Sister Iris…”
Lucael’s erection climbed her body as he hurriedly pulled down his pants and briefs.
His fully hard member thumped against his navel as he flicked it upward.
He lowered his gaze, his face burning red with embarrassment.
His reddened face almost looked black by contrast.
The glans glistened wet with pre-cum, clearly showing his excitement.
But now was not the time to worry about priestly decorum.
His top priority was calming the frantic core screaming to be inside her.
Gripping himself, he slid several times and then spread one of Iris’s legs.
Her pussy parted, revealing the inviting red folds.
Rubbing the round glans against her tight opening, Lucael trembled and closed his eyes.
Even without entering, the sensation was electric.
Opening his eyes again, he swallowed and whispered softly,
“Ha… I’m going in.”
“Yes… ugh.”
Biting his lip, Lucael moved his hips awkwardly.
After sliding a few times, the thick pillar of flesh finally fitted perfectly into her entrance.
The member pierced through the wrinkled inner walls and settled deep inside.
“Haah. Ah, this is too much… huff.”
The feeling of the tight walls biting and squeezing him furrowed Lucael’s brows.
He winced slightly, enduring the pressure gripping his shaft.
If he moved now, he’d probably cum soon.
Then he suddenly realized he’d inserted himself without a condom and his eyes went wide.
‘Ah, I completely forgot about that.’
Since he never expected to have sex, Lucael didn’t carry condoms and didn’t even know they were necessary.
Embarrassed, he furrowed his brows and looked at Iris.
Then noticing she wasn’t bothered at all, he decided to ignore it.
Since he was already inside her, searching for a non-existent condom would ruin the mood.