Now, I was lightly seated atop the Priestess, my butt pressed squarely where her pubic mound could be. I could feel it—just enough to make me aware. Her face was calm, a slight smile on her lips, eyes closed, allowing me to stare without shame. It forced me to take a slow, honest look at her. Seraphina was, without a doubt, beautiful. But what mesmerized me even more were her soft, plush lips—slightly parted to reveal just a hint of white teeth. The fact that this was the Priestess, the most respected figure in all of Eldoria—someone few ever get to meet, let alone touch—made my blood boil and rush to places I hadn't meant it to.
Maybe it was because Anna didn't satisfy me last night. I wasn't sure. Maybe I was just a sick bastard. But something about Seraphina made my cock throb beneath my clothes. I wanted to see her squirm. Hear her moan. See if the divine Priestess could beg.
