Extra R18 TIS 297. 21 Wild Dom Play: Tainting The Priestess (3) (Patreon)

Extra R18 TIS 297. 21 Wild Dom Play: Tainting The Priestess (3)

Diamond's eyes softened as she listened to my words, understanding the weight of despair that hung heavy upon me. She took a step closer.

"Damian, I know it may seem futile to you, but sometimes, confession and prayer can provide a sense of release. It allows us to unburden ourselves, to let go of the regrets and pain that we carry," she explained gently, her voice filled with empathy.

I shook my head, my eyes filled with resignation. "What's the point? What good will it do now? It won't change anything. It won't bring back what I've lost or undo the mistakes I've made," I responded, my voice tinged with bitterness.

Diamond's eyes held a mix of determination and concern as she asked, "Damian, what is your last request? Please, let me know. I want to help you in any way I can."

I sighed, feeling the weight of her sincerity. "Honestly, I don't want anything. I've accepted my fate, and there's nothing left for me to ask for," I replied, my voice tinged with resignation.

Her expression softened, and she shook her head gently. "Every death row convict is entitled to a last request. It's a tradition, and it's my duty as a priestess to fulfill it for you. Please, just tell me what you desire," she urged, her eyes never leaving mine.

I turned to her, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips. "Alright then, priestess. If you insist, how about this? You fulfill all my requests until dawn. No matter what I ask for, you strive to make it happen," I said, challenging her.

Diamond raised an eyebrow, but later she nodded.

I hesitated for a moment, contemplating the audacity of my request. Taking a step closer to Diamond, I looked deep into her eyes and mustered the courage to speak my forbidden desire. "I want to do something I've never done before," I confessed, my voice laced with a mix of longing and desperation.

Curiosity flickered across Diamond's face as she asked, "What is it, Damian? What do you want?"

A surge of boldness coursed through me, fueled by the impending doom that loomed over my existence. I looked into her eyes, unflinching, and spoke the words that hung heavy in the air. "I want to have sex with you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to experience the pleasure of a woman's body one last time before I face my inevitable demise."

"I understand your desires, Damian," she said, her voice steady and calm. "But we must tread carefully. Engaging in such an act goes against the boundaries of our roles and the sacredness of my position as a priestess."

But instead of wallowing in self-pity due to her rejection, something within me sparked to life. With swift, purposeful strides, I closed the distance between us, my movements laced with unwavering resolve.

I positioned myself strategically, blocking her path to the exit and effectively trapping her against the wall. The adrenaline coursing through my veins fueled my actions, lending strength to my once-chained hands. They slammed onto the wall, above her head, forming a cage around her delicate wrists. I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my touch, a testament to the intensity of the moment.

The proximity between us was so close that I could practically taste the mingling scents of anticipation and trepidation that hung in the air. My body leaned into hers, pressing against her with an irresistible force, ensuring there was no escape from the gravity of our encounter. Our eyes locked in a battle of wills, each reflecting a different desire.

In a voice that carried both conviction and a hint of vulnerability, I reminded her of the words she had spoken moments ago. "Didn't you say I could ask anything?"

Her posture stiffened, and her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue that betrayed the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The rapid rise and fall of her chest revealed the rapid rhythm of her heart, evidence of the intimidation she felt in this unexpected confrontation.

Our eyes remained locked, and at that moment, I could sense the unease that danced within her gaze. The intensity of my stare seemed to pierce through her, delving into the depths of her soul. It was as if the weight of my gaze could unravel the layers of her being, exposing the secrets and desires hidden within.

Her words echoed in the air, laced with determination and an unwavering sense of duty. "That's not it," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I am a priestess, and I simply cannot do that. It's my sacred duty to remain pure, to preserve my chastity."

I went closer to her face. The warmth of her breath mingled with mine, creating an invisible bond between us. My senses heightened as I inhaled her scent deeply, committing it to memory like an ethereal essence that would haunt me in the nights to come.

My head moved gently from the side of her neck to her ear, our proximity creating an intimate cocoon around us. The weight of the world faded away, leaving only the two of us suspended in this timeless moment. My lips brushed lightly against her earlobe, a tender caress that sent shivers down my spine.

"Please..." I whispered, my voice a gentle plea that carried the weight of all the pain and longing.

"I... I can give you a blowjob," she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of apprehension and compassion. It was a hesitant gesture, an attempt to bridge the gap between her sacred duty and my desperate plea. She sought to grant me a taste of the intimacy I craved while still honoring the restrictions that bound her.

"No," I said firmly, my voice tinged with a mixture of longing and resignation. "I want a full experience. I will die soon, and I want to immerse myself in the richness of worldly pleasures one last time." It was a plea for understanding, for her to comprehend the depth of my desire.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. It was clear that granting my request went against the very fabric of her beliefs, and yet there was a flicker of sympathy in her eyes. With a heavy heart, she nodded, her voice betraying the sadness within.

"Fine," she agreed.

In a moment of impulsive recklessness, I reached out, grabbing her delicate hand. I yearned for both control and surrender. With a surge of primal force, I pushed her against the bed, my touch rough yet tinged with a raw tenderness.