Chapter 266
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Why, why does the priest I revered have my husband’s face? Why? No, that’s impossible!
Startled, I snapped my eyes open. Our lips separated, and the face of the man I’d been kissing came into view.
‘Why—why am I having s*x with the priest?’
Suddenly, Killian looked like the priest. Horrified, I shoved away the part of him buried deep inside me and scrambled back to the edge of the bed.
Ashamed to be naked before the priest, I curled up to cover myself. But he showed no shame. His body, which no woman should ever see, was exposed, unmistakably wet with the traces of intercourse.
Wet with the proof that he’d been inside me.
Trembling from the shock of committing an unforgivable sin, I heard the priest—no, Killian, my husband, my husband Killian—ask,
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“N-no….”
I came to my senses and loosened the arms wrapped around my knees.
“I just want to….”
“…please finish quickly, Father.”
I almost said it, just like the woman in my memories.
Another memory followed, this one from just before the wedding.
“Do we really have to go through with the ceremony today? I’m not saying we should cancel, but can’t we at least wait a few hours until it’s over?”
“Father, you’re as timid as ever.”
“…you know that’s not why I’m worried.”
“Dana, are you afraid too? Like the Father, scared of the flies swarming over Highland?”
Rupert dragged me into their argument. I was terribly uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry. Please… just finish quickly, Father.”
In the end, I sided with Rupert, careful not to insult the priest. Rupert was the man who was to become my husband.
‘No… no… this can’t be… no!’
In my memories, the priest was joining me and another man as husband and wife—while today, that same priest had become the man spreading my legs and thrusting into the place only my husband was allowed to enter, with a body God had forbidden.
“Ah— haah— no— ngh!”
Seeing the once-ascetic priest straddling me, thrusting obscenely, left me stunned.
‘My God… the priest lusting after me… I trusted him of all people….’
The shock was overwhelming. For a moment, I even wondered if my memories were reality and this moment was an illusion shown by the devil. But while the sensations of the wedding were dulled, the feel of his body grinding against my most intimate flesh was unmistakably real.
‘No. Killian is my husband. He can’t be the priest.’
Even so, as wedding memories poured over me like a collapsing dam, I couldn’t stop my husband’s face from overlapping with that of the priest in black robes.
“Dana, this isn’t the time— ngh— damn it….”
No, Father. There was never a time for this.
As he thrust faster inside me, the guilt of committing adultery with a priest swelled alongside the pleasure boiling in my belly.
The burning tip pressing deep inside me, the tongue circling my n*****s, the fingers parting wet curls to find and rub the swollen bud—every intimate touch was both intoxicating and horrifying.
“Ah— no— ahh!”
I couldn’t resist the familiar climax and came. Immediately afterward, I trembled and burst into tears. The man—whatever I should call him—must have thought I was shaking and crying from pleasure, because he didn’t question it.
“Damn it… what have I done again….”
Perhaps he was too consumed by his own release between my legs to notice my tears. In the end, he came inside me.
Should I be glad that I now had an excuse to keep my husband with me a little longer? Or should I be ashamed that I might be carrying the priest’s seed?
‘I don’t know….’
The shaking had stopped, but I felt dizzy. My mind was in chaos.
Exhausted, the man pulled me into his arms and fell asleep. I wanted to stay there forever and at the same time, push him far away.
‘No. No. This is impossible.’
When you’re drunk on pleasure, you think impossible things. That must be it. These aren’t memories—they’re delusions. What’s vivid now, what keeps resurfacing, is only because I’m drunk. My mind is playing a cruel trick on me.
“Tsk….”
Startled by the clicking sound, I turned around.
And screamed.
Discussion
0 CommentsReactions
No comments yet.