Extra R18 TIS 297. 21 Wild Dom Play: Tainting The Priestess (2) (Patreon)

Extra R18 TIS 297. 21 Wild Dom Play: Tainting The Priestess (2)

"Well, I guess this game is about to get interesting," I remarked, a playful smirk playing on my lips. Pearl handed me the key without hesitation and I took it.

Diamond chimed in, her voice filled with uncertainty and teasing undertones. "Oh, don't worry. I'll try my best. But whether I resist or succumb to your charms, well, that's entirely up to my mood and your seduction," she teased, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

I chuckled, delighted by the playful banter that was unfolding. "Fair enough," I replied, rising from my seat. "I'll take on the challenge and see how it all plays out. But I have to say, I don't expect much resistance from you, Diamond. We know how easily you're swayed," I added, my tone filled with a teasing edge.

Diamond raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "Oh, is that so? Well, prepare to be surprised, Damian. I'm not as easily won over as you think," she retorted.

I emerged from the waiting room and stepped into the corridor. With each step, I walked with purpose, my stride confident and determined, as I made my way toward the designated room, 1047.

The corridor seemed to stretch on endlessly, teasing me with its twists and turns. As I navigated through the labyrinthine passage, a sense of anticipation grew within me. Finally, I arrived at room 1047’s entrance.

With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, I tapped the keycard and heard a soft click. The door swung open, revealing the interior of room 1047.

The room stretched out before me, bathed in a dim, eerie light. The atmosphere was heavy with an air of confinement and despair. The walls were made of cold, gray stone, giving the impression of a forgotten prison cell. The windows were small and barred, allowing only slivers of light to penetrate the gloom.

The furniture in the room was minimal, yet hauntingly reminiscent of imprisonment. A solitary bed, adorned with worn and tattered sheets, sat against one wall. Its metal frame creaked under the weight of years gone by, echoing the loneliness and desolation that had permeated this space. A small wooden desk stood in a corner, its surface adorned with faded ink stains and a quill, as if inviting confessions to be written in the solitude of this somber chamber.

I walked over to the locker situated against the wall, its metallic surface reflecting the dim light of the room. With a sense of curiosity, I opened it, revealing its contents. Inside, I found a pic of a prisoner costume. The costume was accessorized with a pair of handcuffs hanging on the side, adding an authentic touch to the prison theme.

With a flick of my fingers, a surge of dark energy enveloped me. My Demon's Clothes manifested around me, transforming my clothes to match the prisoner costume. The dull gray of the prison suit clung to my body, accentuating the gloomy atmosphere of the room.

I took the handcuffs in my hands, their cold metal sending a slight chill through my fingers. I fastened them around my wrists.

Waiting for Diamond, I walked over to the window, my footsteps echoing in the silence. Looking up, I saw the night sky, still shrouded in darkness. The stars twinkled like distant beacons.

As I leaned against the window, my hand resting on the cold metal bars, I couldn't help but lose myself. The impending dawn was approaching, painting the sky in hues of purples and pinks, signaling the start of a new day. Time seemed to stand still as I took in the serenity of the moment, my thoughts drifting away.

Ten minutes had passed since I had been lost in my thoughts, contemplating the vastness of the sky. Suddenly, a sharp knock resounded through the room, jolting me back to reality. Without waiting for my response, the door swung open, revealing Diamond standing in the doorway. I turned my gaze toward her, taking a moment to observe her appearance.

Diamond's entrance caught me off guard as I took in her transformed appearance. Gone was the playful and seductive attire she had previously adorned. Instead, she stood before me in the solemn garb of a priestess, her ensemble exuding an air of purity and devotion. She wore a flowing robe of pristine white, adorned with intricate symbols and delicate embroidery. The fabric gracefully draped her form, accentuating her elegance and grace.

The contrast between Diamond's previous provocative allure and her current priestess attire left me conflicted. On one hand, the sight of her in such sacred garments intrigued me, as it revealed a deeper side to her persona. It hinted at a profound connection to spiritual matters, and a sense of purpose beyond mere seduction. But on the other hand, I couldn't deny the pang of disappointment that washed over me, as her newfound attire lacked the enticing allure that had initially drawn me towards her.

Diamond closed the door behind her, the soft click breaking the silence that had enveloped the room. With a serene expression on her face, she approached me, her footsteps barely audible on the cold floor.

"Good evening, Damian," she greeted me, her voice carrying a gentle tone that resonated with a hint of melancholy. "I am the priestess who will be accompanying you tonight, during these final moments before your execution."

I continued to stare out the window, my gaze fixed on the darkened sky. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, filled with resignation and despair.

"Damian, I know this is an incredibly difficult time for you. But I want you to know that you're not alone. I am here to offer you solace, to guide you through this journey."

I answered her with a wave of my hand, ordering her to get out.

Diamond took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mixture of determination and compassion. She cleared her throat softly before speaking again, her voice gentle yet unwavering.

"I understand that you may not wish to partake in a confession or prayer, but please hear me out. It is my duty as a priestess to offer solace and guidance to those facing their final moments. By engaging in these rituals, it can provide a sense of peace and closure," she explained, her words carrying a weight of sincerity.

I turned my gaze towards her, my eyes clouded with a deep melancholy.

"I appreciate your offer," I responded, my voice laced with weariness. "But I don't think it would bring me any comfort,” I said.