Emmaline fellates a sacred cock

Emmaline took the Bishop's cock in her hands once more, wrapping both hands around it to fully embrace its considerable girth. She stroked him passively for a moment, staring at his cock as if thinking, then shrugged, leaning forward to take it in her mouth. While Emmaline's hands continued their work on the lower part of his cock, Emmaline engulfed the tip in her mouth, holding it between her lips while her tongue danced over his cockhead.

The Bishop grunted softly as Emmaline's soft mouth engulfed the tip of his shaft. She felt a twinge of pleasure at hearing the sound of his satisfaction, her tongue darting and swirling around the head.

Some combination of the wine and strange power dynamic of the situation seemed to be getting to Emmaline, as her nipples quickly hardened with arousal Was she actually getting excited by this degrading performance? Or had she just had too much to drink? As she mentally scolded herself, Emmaline continued to stroke his shaft, letting one hand slide down to cradle his heavy balls, fondling them as her lips and tongue toyed with the tip.

Emmaline found herself shaking her head slightly, running her lips along the cock as a matter of happenstance. With the **** in her system, it was easier by far to not think about those things, to just turn her brain off and forget. Who cared if she was being degraded, who cared if she shouldn't be getting turned on by all this! She was here anyways, and there was no way out of it so why bother fighting?

Emmaline's thoughts gave way to action, as she started bobbing up and down, still mostly focusing her mouth on the top half of the Bishop's cock, easing it a bit deeper into her as she allowed her tongue to trace along the underside of his shaft. Her one hand held it in place while she moved, the other gently tracing along his balls. Emmaline's mannerisms had became a bit more relaxed, the tension in her back fading, to let her sit more comfortably, and her motions against the Bishop's cock finding a more constant, easy rhythm.

Emmaline heard the Bishop chuckle as she further relaxed into a well-practiced motion, her head bobbing on his thick meat. One of his hands stroked her head, then wound his fingers into her hair, not directing her motions but signalling his control.

This was for her sister, she told herself. But there was no reason that she should need to feel ashamed of her degradation. No one would know what she had done to save Caroline, none but the Bishop and his companions and they were not likely to spread this tale.

What was wrong with having a little bit of fun while she was here? No one would know, no one but herself. She slipped the tip out of her mouth and lapped her tongue down the length of his shaft, slurping wetly as she looked up at his face as she peered around his girth.

He smiled gently at her, his cold eyes seeming to know her every thought.

Emmaline could only **** herself to hold the Bishop's gaze for a moment. There was something extremely disconcerting about the juxtaposed kindness and cruelty on his face. She couldn't quite wrap her head around why it felt so wrong, but then again, she didn't really need to.

Emmaline turned her focus back to the Bishop's cock. She would never have expected the member of a member of the church to be quite so large-- her jaw was beginning to ache ever so slightly from stretching so wide open to accommodate him. That soreness wasn't something entirely unfamiliar, however, and Emmaline kept moving, taking his cock just a bit deeper with each bob of her head until his tip was nestled just above the entrance to her throat.

Emmaline gagged softly as she **** herself lower, pushing his cock into her throat, then, closing her eyes to help focus, she began to lower her head, forcing more and more of his cock into the tightness of her throat. It was fortunate that Emmaline was adept at breathing through her nose, for the Bishop's firm hand on the back of his head seemed to suggest that he didn't want her to stop any time soon.

She held herself there as long as she could, her eyes watering to the point that small tears started running down her cheeks. She could barely breathe, and that in itself was thrilling. Emmaline's hand found itself between her legs, toying with herself as the lack of air started to make her faintly dizzy. It was only when she felt on the verge of fainting, that Emmaline pulled up, leaving the Bishop's cock wet with her saliva, and Emmaline a gasping, panting mess, her hand still firmly between her legs and her own juices starting to run down her thighs.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy)-- Shandy is the author of Fox in the Henhouse and The Peril's of Lisa-- please check out his stuff! :)