The Priestess's First Touch
**Episode 16: The Priest's First Handjob**
**16. The Priest's First Handjob**
In the suffocating silence, the Priest made his way to the bed.
He took a seat on its edge, his face flushed as he turned his head away.
Then, he stole another glance back at me.
"R-Rowen. What are you doing? H-Hurry, come sit here..."
"Ah..."
*He's really going to do it.*
I tried my best to calm my pounding heart as I quietly approached him.
But instead of the spot next to him, the Priest tapped the center of the bed, signaling for me to get on.
Without a word, I awkwardly climbed onto the bed and sat down.
Then, the Priest moved again.
Before I knew it, he was kneeling in the center of the bed, facing me.
"..."
"..."
*Was he feeling this same awkward tension?*
After a few seconds of silence, our heads turned slightly away from each other, the Priest finally spoke.
His soft, gentle voice broke the silence, slowly enveloping me.
"Rowen, really... Say something. You're making me nervous and embarrassed too, you know?"
"I-I'm sorry. But this is my first time... I don't know what to do..."
"You're right... That's true. Of course, it's my first time too... But we'll be doing this often from now on, won't we? It's best if we both get used to it quickly."
"Yes, Priestess... Um, then what... what should I do now?"
At my words, the priestess hesitated, her index finger curled near her lips.
"Then... could you turn around and sit facing away from me?"
I nodded slightly and immediately turned my back to her.
I was now facing the direction of the priestess's pillow.
She told me to spread my legs comfortably, so I did as she asked.
Then, I felt Priestess Isabel's presence drawing closer behind me...
*Squish.*
My body stiffened instantly.
A strange, tingling sensation tickled two spots on my back. Then, two soft masses pressed firmly against me, their heavy weight felt clearly through my thin shirt.
Priestess Isabel's large, warm breasts were crushing against my back, leaving almost no gap between us.
Before I could even react in my panic, her soft left hand reached under my armpit. Her arm wrapped around my chest, slowly pulling me backward.
Even then, the heavy masses blocked me, preventing my body from tilting awkwardly...
I froze, offering no resistance as the Priestess held me.
"...P-Priestess..."
"It's alright. Just stay still."
"H-ah..."
A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
After all, her voice, as gentle as a goddess's, was murmuring right beside my ear.
Her warm breath brushed against the back of my ear and then my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
With her free arm, the Priestess began to slowly caress my thigh.
My body tensed even more, but she continued her gentle touch, as if trying to soothe the tension in my muscles.
It reminded me of back home, when she used to stroke my hair gently before treating my illness.
Yes, it was as if he was trying his best to calm my mind...
"Rowen, could you... lower your pants a little?"
"Ah... Yes, yes."
At the Priest's words, I immediately loosened my waistband and pulled my pants down past my knees.
Then, I quietly waited for his next instruction.
*Oh, right. My boxers too...* Ahh!?
Just as I realized and tried to take off my underwear, a hand with skin like white jade had already reached out and moved slowly toward my crotch...
His index and middle fingers lightly brushed upward, tracing the taut, long ridge of my member.
A jolt of electricity shot through my lower body, making me tremble at a sensation I had never felt before in my life.
"Ngh..."
The priest let out a soft, subtle whimper as she gripped the front of my underwear and began to pull it down slowly.
The fabric snagged slightly, making her movements slow and deliberate.
As she gradually tugged the underwear away, my long, trapped shaft finally sprang free with a wet *thwack*.
With a dazed expression, I stared at my fully erect cock for the first time.
Even at a glance, it looked monstrous.
It must have been at least 26cm long, its surface crisscrossed with bulging, angry veins.
The thickest part of the shaft was slightly wider than the base and the tip.
It curved slightly upward, and...
Despite its immense size, the glans was still half-covered by the foreskin, teasingly on the verge of slipping out.
"............................"
"............Ngh."
Even without seeing the Priest's face, I could feel him quietly admiring my cock just from his soft breath and presence.
An inexplicable wave of shame made my dick throb and twitch.
Then came his gentle whisper.
"Rowen... Mmm... It looks like you're hurting a lot right now... Gentle Rowen hasn't done anything wrong... has he?"
"Ah... Y-Yes... That's right..."
"Poor Rowen... It must be so hard to bear... when it gets this big, isn't it?"
*Nod, nod...*
"Ah... I'll make you feel better right away..."
Slowly...
"Ah...!"
Without further delay, the Priest's fingers... slowly wrapped around my cock.
The first thing I felt was that his hand was warmer than I expected. As the lukewarm heat spread from the gripped shaft, I let out a soft moan.
"Ah, I'm sorry...! Rowen, did that hurt?"
"N-no, not at all. It's just... it feels strange... It didn't hurt..."
"I see... Then... may I continue?"
"Yes..."
*Swoosh, swoosh...*
With one hand holding my chest, the Priest began to gently stroke my cock up and down with his other hand.
"Haaah... Ah... Ahh..."
With every stroke of the Priest's hand, foolish moans escaped my lips. I tried to hold them back, but I couldn't control myself.
Each time he stroked me, a sharp, electric thrill shot up to my chest. It was a maddeningly sweet sensation—stifling yet itchy, a pleasure so addictive it threatened to shatter my sanity.
My heart hammered against my ribs, pounding harder than it ever had before.
"Rowen... Are you feeling good...?"
"Ugh... Yes, yes... I'm... I'm feeling good... Ah..."
"I'm glad... Then... I'll try even harder, okay...?"
Did my honest answer stir something in her?
The movements of the Priestess's hand, visible below, were growing increasingly erotic.
Her touch became more precise, tracing a subtle arc as she began to stroke the shaft of my cock.
Instead of gripping it tightly and shaking it like before, she loosened her hold, her palm gliding in a long, sweeping motion—clenching and releasing as she moved...
It was as if she were trying to stimulate the entire length of my long cock, her movements growing wider and more deliberate.
The tingling sensation intensified, emptying my mind.
*Haa... haa... The Priestess is so... smart... She learns everything so quickly...*
I looked down at the Priest's hand, stroking me slowly and twisting his wrist slightly, and thought that.
Strangely, I could see a clear fluid oozing from the twitching head of my cock.
"Rowen, you're so hot right here..."
The Priest's lips were now pressed almost against my ear. His soft voice and warm breath tickled my earlobe, and I instinctively flinched at the shiver it sent down my spine.
Perhaps he found my reaction cute, for he continued to whisper to me, his voice tinged with a faint smile.
The hand gripping my cock had now found a perfect rhythm, stimulating me with increasing pleasure.
A sweet scent filled the room.
For a long while, the priestess continued her handjob in silence.
*Squelch... Slurp. Squelch... Slurp... Squelch, squelch...*
'This is so embarrassing...'
Every time Priestess Isabel's hand moved, the slick sound echoed softly but clearly through the room.
A strange, clear fluid was oozing from the tip of my glans, which was half-exposed from its skin.
Of course, a huge amount of that fluid was streaming down, coating the priestess's soft hand.
Though her hand had flinched slightly when it first touched the fluid, she soon focused on stroking me gently as if it were nothing.
Naturally, the fluid mixed thoroughly with her movements, making my cock incredibly slippery.
Perhaps because of the sheer amount of pre-cum mixed in, her hand felt much smoother and more slippery as it wrapped around and stroked my cock than it had at first.
And the stimulation felt twice as good as before...
*Is this unhygienic? But, well, she hasn't said anything...*
*Squish, squelch, squish...*
"P-Priestess... the sound is... a little embarrassing."
As I muttered softly, Priestess Isabel leaned in and whispered low in my ear.
"Mm, it's okay. Don't worry about it."
"I'm so sorry. Priestess... haah... for you to do something so shameful... *ungh*... for someone like me..."
"Now, now. Rowen, you have nothing to be sorry for... right?"
My ears tingled more and more.
"You said you got hard just by looking at me earlier... So, this means... it's only right that I take responsibility and do this for you. It's not something you can control, Rowen, so it's not your fault. Right?"
Priestess Isabel's voice was soft, yet somehow firm... and laced with a strange, subtle suggestiveness.
Hearing her words, I was momentarily swept away by a peculiar sensation.
It was as if this whole situation felt... natural.
Perhaps it was because of her considerate tone, but still... I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
What was this feeling?
And as I wondered, I felt something gradually building up below.
It was as if something immense was boiling over in my lower body.