<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/oJQ98Sn.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><sup><em>Sister Celine</em></sup></div></div><br/>Sister Celine knelt in front of Lise and her eyes were practically glued to the bouncing head of the futa cock, her wide eyes watching every droplet that ran in a unceasing trickle of precum.  "Of course, don't worry, I'll be very gentle."  She never even looked up as she spoke, clasping her hands around that futa cock and starting very slowly.  Rubbing the copious precum all around the head, running it back behind the flared head to the sensitive skin behind it.  Gently tugging the foreskin back and smearing more of the precum around the sensitive throbbing shaft.  Her hands became slick and wet with the pre that continued to flow from Lise's throbbing purple head.  It felt like Lise could burst almost instantly, but something was holding her back.  The sensations were glorious, so much better than when she did it herself, but it wasn't enough to push her over the edge.<br/><br/>A few minutes continued like this, the stroking growing firmer and faster as Celine grew more comfortable with Lise's shaft, always taking the time to messily smear the seemingly unending stream of slick pre-ejaculate all over the throbbing dick.  She looked up at Celine, "It feels like you're close, please don't hold back sister."  She said this as she stroked one hand up and down that greasy shaft,<span class="bbc_u">eagerly pumping it in long rythmic strokes</span>(https://i.imgur.com/TmS0ccz.gif), trying to get Lise to the point of no return, even though the paladin seemed to be on the very edge.  Lise could do no more than nod as the voice in her head continued to fire further and further lewd and depraved suggestions.  Worse, Lise could actively smell it now, the smell of the cleric's cunt.  She knew this priestess wanted to be fucked.  It wasn't just the voice in her head, she knew just as she knew that the day was warm and water was wet, if she flipped this priestess over she'd find the woman's pussy wet, swollen, and wanting.<br/><br/>Celine returned her other hand and began pumping faster, faster, faster, even bending her head down to swipe her tongue across the drooling tip of the dick, swalling the precum with a delightful smile.<strong>"I don't know why you're holding back sister, just let go.  You can glaze my face if you like.  I want to see it."</strong>The sister said,<span class="bbc_u">practically panting now as she held her mouth open near the head of the dick.<br/></span>(https://i.imgur.com/Zhloims.gif)<br/>But Lise couldn't.  She wanted too, she'd wanted to cum for several minutes now.  But she was held on the very edge of agony and bliss.  So close to bliss, but her body wasn't pushing her over the edge.  She simply couldn't cum, no matter how good it felt and no matter how much she felt the overwhelming urge, it just wasn't happening.   That's when she remembered the succubus Venta had said to her two months ago;<br/><br/><em>"Every morning you're going to wake up with this beast in need of satiating.  You'll be able to take care of it yourself, once, and only once a day.  After that you'll have to find relief the way this wonderful tool was meant to be used.  See, this is what you need.  A hot wet pussy, this is what your body needs now to be satisfied."</em>Also suggesting that her husband's asshole would do the trick.  Yes, as soon as she recalled that, she knew, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt the only way out of this sexual torture would be penetration, she needed to be INSIDE this priestess.  There was no other way, it was that or walk around with an erection, practically gushing precum at this point, until tomorrow morning when she could again take matters into her own hand.... and it was only mid morning now!