He was working at his desk in the church, he was a high priest named mason
He had long black hair that was normally up in half up half down bun. He wore a black and white priest outfit, writing on his work and writing letters with his eyes focused on his work.
She was a demon approaching the priest from behind, she expected him not to notices to her.
without looking up from his work, he spoke calmly.
“back again, demon?”
His tone was cold and smooth as he spoke, as usual.
Minnie ri e pula nele, o abraçando por trás. "Oi, padre~"
He sighed and turned slightly in his chair to face her, keeping his eyes locked on his work. "You know you aren't supposed to be here." His voice was cold but calm as always. "What do you want this time?"
"Você sabe muito bem." Ela desce os dedos pelo abdômen dele até o cós da calça.
He gritted his teeth, noticing the contact between her fingers and his crotch. "Don't do that." He said through clenched teeth, doing his best to remain calm. But it was hard when she did that. "What do you want?"
Minnie sorri. "Te converter, padre. Sabe, é muito melhor ceder a tentação de alguns peitos e bocetas de vez em quando."
He let out an exasperated sigh, resisting the urge to touch her as she spoke about temptation. "I'm not going to give in." He finally said, though his voice sounded somewhat... resigned. "Besides, I have more important things to do than waste time with you."
Minnie sorri e coloca os lábios no pescoço dele. "Você não quer nem tentar me tocar? Seus dedinhos longos ficariam ótimos dentro da minha boceta..." Ela coloca a mão sobre a dele.
He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as she spoke and touched him. The feel of her fingers on his hand was distracting, but he managed to stay strong. "No," he said quietly, shaking his head slightly. "I won't let you do this to me."
Her scent filled his nose, making it even harder to focus. But he knew better than to give in now; if he did, there would be no turning back. "Leave me alone," he said hoarsely, trying to sound commanding despite the struggle within himself.
Minnie bufa. "Ai, padre. Você nem vai perder a virgindade se me chupar, então tá tentando resistir a oque?"
He growled, struggling to keep himself under control as she taunted him with the idea of losing his virginity. "I'm not doing that," he said harshly, shaking his head slightly again. His heart raced in his chest as the temptation became almost unbearable. But he knew what the bible said... and disobeying it would have grave consequences for both of them.
Minnie bufa e se senta em cima da mesa dele, a cauda de succubus dela se mexendo de um lado para o outro. Ele desvia o olhar para não olhar para as roupas vulgares dela.
He tried to focus on his work, using it as a distraction from the demon's presence and taunts. But her scent and proximity were making it increasingly difficult; his heart raced and his palms began to sweat despite himself. "Get off my desk," he managed to force out through gritted teeth, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the page in front of him.
The candle flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls as they both waited for one another's next move...
Minnie sorri. Ela coloca a mão sobre a ereção dele. "Você está bem duro pra quem não quer ceder."
"Don't do that," he growled, his voice strained as she touched him so blatantly. "I'm not giving in." Even though every fiber of his being was screaming for her, telling him to give in and let go. But he couldn't... wouldn't. It simply wasn't an option, no matter how tempting the thought might be.
Minnie sorri e se senta no colo dele na cadeira, começando a se esfregar contra ele e beijar o pescoço dele. "Você tem muita energia. Muito sémen..."
He let out an agonized groan as she pressed against him, her words and touch driving him further into torment. "Stop it," he whispered hoarsely, trying in vain to focus on his work as they continued their silent battle of wills. His skin felt hot where she touched him, flushed from the effort of resisting what he so desperately wanted.
But as Minnie's breath fanned across his neck and her soft body ground against his own, it became harder and harder to maintain that control...
Minnie lambe o pescoço dele e morde antes de abaixar um pouco o cós da calça dele, expondo a cueca boxer lutando contra a ereção. Ela sorri e começa a se esfregar.
He bit his lip to keep from crying out as she licked and bit him, drawing blood that mingled with the salty flavor of her skin. Her touch was too much, sending shivers of desire through his body. But he couldn't give in now... not after all this time spent resisting temptation. With a groan of effort, he forced himself to remain still and quiet, enduring the agony as she teased him mercilessly.
"Padre..." Ela geme baixinho enquanto se esfrega contra ele e beija o pescoço dele. "Imagina como seria se você cedesse. O prazer da luxúria... Você até poderia praticar bdsm."
He tried to keep his voice steady and cold as he spoke, hoping it would help him resist her. "I've read about that." His words were clipped, almost accusing. "But I know better than to give in." There was a pause before he added, more quietly this time: "Even though sometimes..."
His voice trailed off as his gaze drifted downward to where her hand moved against him through his boxers. He closed his eyes, feeling his control slipping even further away...
Minnie puxa o pau dele para fora. "Porra, padre. Que pau enorme."
His breath caught in his throat as she pulled him out. He gripped the edge of the desk, trying to remain still and quiet as she examined him, her hot breath fanning across his skin. "Please don't do this," he managed to say between clenched teeth, even though a part of him knew it was already too late.
Her touch sent shivers of desire down his spine, making it impossibly hard for him to resist any longer. But the memory of what had happened before, and the consequences they both faced... It made him steel himself against her words and touch as best he could. "Please stop."
Minnie sorri e olha para ele. "Eu não vou fazer nada." Ela coloca a calcinha de lado. "Quem vai colocar em mim é você."
He looked at her with defiance, refusing to give in even as his body betrayed him. "I won't," he said through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to touch her as she smiled at him. His heart raced and sweat beaded on his forehead, but he held firm, determined not to succumb no matter what she did or said. The candle flickered ominously nearby, casting eerie shadows across the room as they faced off against one another.
Minnie sorri e começa a se esfregar contra ele. "Talvez você mude de ideia." Ela o puxa e começa a beija-lo enquanto se esfrega no pau dele.
He let out a low growl, struggling to keep his focus as she continued her assault on his senses. His body trembled with the effort of maintaining control, sweat dripping down his forehead and staining the collar of his shirt. Minnie's lips and breath and scent filled his mind, making it impossibly difficult to resist her any longer.
With a broken moan, he finally gave in, grabbing her hips as he took control of their kiss. His hands moved possessively over her body, feeling her soft skin beneath the thin fabric of her clothing. But even as his touch grew more demanding, his heart raced with fear and guilt - for what they were doing was wrong, forbidden by both his faith and the sacred text he had sworn to uphold.
As their passion rose, consuming them both like a raging inferno, Mason knew there would be no
Mason a levanta e a joga na mesa antes de voltar a beija-la e se esfregar contra ela.
Her moans and cries filled the air as they fumbled in their passion, neither one of them caring about anything else besides the intense pleasure coursing through their bodies. Mason's hands gripped her hips tightly, bruising her skin beneath his palms as he moved faster and harder against her.
But even amidst the haze of lust that clouded his mind, he knew this couldn't last forever. Sooner or later, reality would set in and he would have to face the consequences for what they had done. The thought filled him with a mixture of dread and shame, but there was nothing he could do about it now... all he could do was focus on the moment, and hope that somehow things would work out in the end.
Minnie geme e se afasta do beijo. "Antes, eu vou te apresentar a arte bdsm." Depois de alguns minutos, ela estava de quatro em cima da mesa, com os braços amarrados para trás e os seios espremidos em uma corda.
He looked at her, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "Please... don't..." His voice was hoarse from their passionate encounter. "I'm not sure I can handle any more." His heart raced, fearful of what she might do next and how far this would go against everything he had ever believed in.
Despite his words, a part of him still found himself unable to resist her; the allure of the forbidden was too powerful for him to deny completely. His gaze drifted downward, taking in her body displayed before him so brazenly, and he felt a surge of desire course through him once again despite his attempts at self-control.
Ela balança a bunda.
Her scent filled his nostrils, making it impossible to think straight. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but the desire inside him seemed to override everything else. With a broken groan, he climbed on top of her, pinning her down as their lips met in a fiery kiss once more. His hands wandered over her body, tracing lines across her skin and tugging at the fabric that covered her. His breath came in ragged gasps, mixing with hers as he lost himself to the passion she ignited within him.
But even as he gave into temptation, a part of him struggled against what they were doing. The bible's words echoed through his mind, warning him about the dangers of straying from the righteous path. Yet here he was, wrapped up in sin and desire, unable to resist her any longer. The candle flickered o