The priest met my eyes, then shamelessly let his gaze slide down my body before glaring at me with disgust, like it was my fault he was a pervert.
From Bastian’s obvious discomfort, I’d thought perhaps the priest wouldn’t be interested in me like that, that his interest might run solely towards little boys, but the gleam in Father Benedict’s eyes said otherwise.
NowthatI could work with.
CHAPTER THREE
BASTIAN
Iturned back to Sigrid, ready to reassure her, but something in her had changed. She was a predator again…but she wasn’t looking at me. She was staring at Father Benedict as she knelt on the altar, spreading her knees obscenely so we could both see the way her pussy lips parted to reveal her perfect pink cunt.
Father Benedict was staring at my wife’s cunt, and I’d never wanted to kill him more. I wasn’t violent by nature, but I had to clench my fists against the urge to wring his neck for looking at her like that. Considering all his offenses against me, this should’ve been the most harmless, but it was the only one that had ever driven me this close to snapping.
She deserved to be worshipped. Not leered at by that supposedly pious bastard.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Sigrid said in her husky voice that went straight to my dick.
Father Benedict cleared his throat. “For a woman to enjoy the act is a sin. It should be painful whenever possible.”
Sigrid looked at me like the priest hadn’t spoken. “He’s the only one who’s going to watch?”
Why did she look like she was about to play with her food before devouring it? “Don’t test him, Sigrid. He’s a bastard, but he’s revered in the church for his piety and chastity. He’ll report everything back to my father.”
“Everything?” She sucked a finger into her mouth, then dropped it to her pussy, circling the top of her slit with leisurely strokes.
Holy hell…
I froze, unable to do anything but stare as she put the full force of her sexual magnetism on display. I should’ve stopped her, but it was like watching her reclaim her strength with every stroke of her finger. In the echoing silence of the cathedral, she owned her body once more.
And mine along with it, apparently. My eyes, my cock, and my very heartbeat were under her spell.
Father Benedict gasped, looking appalled. “Everything, Princess. You willmaintaindecorum!”
Sigrid’s mouth curled upward. “Are you going to tell him you got hard watching me do this?” She thrust a finger inside herself. “That your cock is straining against those robes right now?”
Father Benedict flushed bright red and seemed to be at a loss for words. He wasn’t the only one. I had no robes to cover my arousal.
“Come here, Prince.” She held out a hand, and against my better instincts, I went to her. I’d always answer her summons, even if it meant my death.
She slid to her knees in front of me and nuzzled my hard cock.Nuzzledit.
Sigrid ran her hand up and down in leisurely strokes as she looked back at the priest. “Are you going to tell the king that you’re over there wondering what it would feel like to have me wrap my lips around your cock?” She wrapped her warm, wet mouth around my length, sucking and bobbing her head before stopping suddenly to look up at me with wicked glee. “Why don’t you tell him what it feels like?”
I bit down on my bottom lip, ready snatch the back of her head and sink back into her mouth…but I fought for control.
She wrapped her lips around me again, but this time it wasn’t her tongue but her teeth that skimmed up my length. “Tell. Him.” She bit the head of my cock, sinking her teeth in and looking up at me expectantly.
Every muscle in my body seized with the need to push her away, but I took the pain, embraced it as it rocked through me like lightning. “It feels like…religion. Like I’d get on my knees and beg for more.”
She rewarded me by relaxing her jaw and sliding my length into her throat, bobbing so rapidly, the feeling made my toes curl and I let out a groan. She wrapped her fist around the base of my cock and moved it along with her mouth, cupping my balls with her other hand. It was so unexpected that I didn’t have time to brace for the sweeping wave of pleasure that punched out from my spine.
She overpowered me with sensation, all the while looking up at me like she was savoring the way she stripped me of reason. She tugged on my balls hard enough to hurt as she continued squeezing my cock with her throat, and it was more than I could take.
Just as involuntary gratification consumed me and I started to come, she pulled away, and ropes of my seed shot across her beautiful breasts. For those seconds, I’d forgotten the priestwas even in the room with us, but a groan reminded me of his presence.
I kept my focus on the real issue. “God damn it, Sigrid. We have to consummate this.” She’d just made me come without accomplishing the task, and now we’d have to wait until I could get hard again.
“We just did,” she said, springing to her feet with ease. “Isn’t that right, holy man?”
