Father Vin helped Celes pull the tunic from over his head and she couldn't help but notice that below his eyebrows he was completely hairless.  Not even a hint of razor burn or stubble and she knew that he magically prepared his body much in the same way as hers.  While she slid her body down his, he was not passive.  His finger tips grazed light touches along her skin, the tips feeling warm and electric.  Celes had never met a deity, but his touch made her wonder if this man didn't have a special connection to the divine.<br/><br/>As her face came into line with the now hard shaft standing between his hips, she couldn't help but be impressed.  The man was blessed obviously.  She could wrap her hand about it, but her fingertips just met the pad of her thumb on the other side, and even then only when she squeezed the turgid pole tightly.  The priest's cock was cut, as was popular fashion since the Judean cult had spread across the world.  Celes had heard the rumor that such a simple surgery made men better lovers, and in her experience those who were so clipped tended to last longer.  The head of his cock was a deep red in shade as it filled with blood and flared proudly, fat and meaty, and already a small bead of clear precum began to form at the tip.  Father Vin obviously did not need oral stimulation, though Celes wasn't doing this for him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">make a preform sex roll.   Use the dice roller and don't forget to add Celes's  +11 to the roll. </div></div>