Caterina stood in the dim candlelight of the temple annex, her voluptuous figure barely contained by the modest robes that had once defined her life as a priestess. HH-cup breasts strained against the fabric, a reminder of the modesty she'd clung to until Erikk's rescue and their engagement. Now, with her knight away on his quest, she turned to Father Grimmel for guidance, her naivety masking a growing curiosity.
"These men of Verenthil carry such heavy sins," Grimmel said with a sly grin, his voice smooth as he circled her. "As a former priestess, you could purify them by letting them release unto your sacred form. Expose those magnificent tits, and their burdens will spill away—without touching your precious pussy, of course. You'd remain faithful to Erikk."
Caterina arched a brow, her strong voice cutting through the tension. "And you think this 'release' is divine work? How delightfully wicked, Father. But if it keeps me true, perhaps I shall try." She shed her robes with confident grace, baring her full, heavy breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air as the first two men entered, their eyes widening.
"By the gods, look at those," one muttered, already stroking his hardening cock. The other chuckled, "Care to purify us, priestess?" Caterina smirked, witty and unyielding. "Kneel to my mercy if you must, but aim true—my tits demand your sins, not your excuses." They pumped furiously, panting as their hands worked, sweat beading on their brows.
The men came with guttural groans, thick ropes of cum splattering across her breasts, dripping down the curves in hot, sticky trails. Caterina's breath quickened, her pussy growing wet despite her resolve, but she stayed in control. "Is that the best you sinners offer?" she teased, voice sharp with amusement.
Alone after they left, she ran a finger through the cum, tasting it curiously before licking her tits clean, savoring the salty essence. A thrill shot through her—horny and empowered, she felt no shame, only hunger for more purification.
Grimmel returned with a knowing smile. "The men of Verenthil await your gifts, Caterina." She met his gaze boldly. "Then let them come; my mouth hungers to finish what my tits began." A line of eager figures already formed outside, their cocks hard and ready.
Little did she know, her first true taste would soon draw far more than a simple release.
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