My Milf System

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.

My thoughts spiraled. What if l conquer all the Priestesses in this world. Then the nuns and bishops. The churches. The guardians. And let their biased Goddess watch while her holy women are bent over in prayer—moaning my name instead of hers.

I shook my head again. No. Not on Seraphina. I could do that without hesitation to the others, but not to her. She felt more like a close, trustworthy ally. Unless she wants it too! I wouldn’t mind if it’s like that.

"You froze..." she said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Are you uncomfortable massaging me from the front? You can stop if you don’t—"

"I’ll do it!" I cut her off. "It’s okay. I’ll massage you."

I poured a small stream of oil into my palm, warming it by rubbing my hands together. Then I let my hands glide over her collarbone. A soft gasp slipped from her lips. I kneaded her gently, then moved to her chest—thumbs drawing slow circles along the sides of her breasts, just under her bra. I didn’t cup them directly, just grazed the sensitive edges. She was biting her lip now. Subtle, but it was there. Her body tensed under my touch, and I could feel the goosebumps rising where I touched her.

Downward. My hands glided over her ribs, to her toned stomach, making her abs tense in my palms a little. And when I reached her waistband, I didn’t stop. My fingers dipped just under the hem of her tights, brushing against the golden hair peeking out. A preview of heaven.

I didn’t even realize I was hard until I shifted and felt the pressure straining in my pants. After giving her a good massage for quite some time:

"I’m done..." I muttered, lifting my hands though honestly, I wished I could’ve continued a bit longer.

She slowly opened her eyes and smiled lazily, her lips swollen from biting them. "Thanks a lot, Asher."