The priest's confession- Chapter 4- The child of eternal desire.

The Child of Eternal Desire.

Nine months later. Easter Sunday eve, midnight.

The old manor house on the outskirts of the village stood wrapped in moonlight, windows shuttered against the world. Inside the master bedroom, a single beeswax candle flickered on the nightstand, its golden flame dancing across tangled silk sheets soaked in sweat and desire. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, rosewater, and raw, unending sex.

Father Elias Moreau—no longer bound by any title but forever transformed by his surrender—knelt naked at the foot of the massive four-poster bed, wrists bound behind him with the soft silk sash from Delphine’s robe. His body had changed in these months of constant, consuming passion: leaner, harder, every muscle sculpted from nights spent buried inside her, days spent aching for her touch. His cock stood rigid against his belly, flushed dark and leaking steadily, untouched for weeks by her teasing command. The denial only made him hungrier.

Delphine lay propped against a mountain of pillows, nine months swollen with their child, her skin glowing like polished pearl in the candlelight. Her breasts had grown impossibly heavy and full, nipples dark rose and constantly leaking sweet milk that trailed in thin rivulets down her curves.

Her belly was round and taut, stretch marks like silver lightning across the pale expanse. She wore nothing but the silver necklace from their first nights, the chain resting between her breasts like a lover’s caress.

Labor had begun at dusk—gentle at first, then building into waves that left her gasping not in pain but in exquisite pleasure. Their son had come into the world in this very bed, caught in Elias’s trembling hands while Delphine rode the crest of one final, shattering orgasm that left her squirting around his fingers buried deep inside her. The child now slept peacefully in a bassinet nearby, dark-haired and perfect, tiny fists curled as if already dreaming of warmth.

Delphine’s fingers threaded lazily through Elias’s hair, guiding him lower with a soft, commanding tug.

“Worship me,” she whispered, voice husky and dripping with need. “Show me how much you crave this body that claimed you so completely.”

Elias needed no urging. He leaned forward, mouth finding her breast, tongue swirling around the leaking nipple in slow, reverent circles. He drew the warm, sweet milk into his mouth with greedy, rhythmic pulls, swallowing deeply while his bound hands flexed uselessly behind his back. Delphine moaned, back arching off the pillows, hips rolling up to grind her soaked cunt against the hard plane of his chest.

He drank from her like a man dying of thirst—first one breast, then the other—until milk ran down his chin, dripped onto his throbbing cock, and mingled with the pre-cum leaking from the slit.

Delphine’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him harder against her, her breath coming in soft, needy pants.

“More,” she gasped. “Suck harder. Make me feel it everywhere.”

He obeyed, mouth working her nipple with firm, relentless suction while his tongue flicked and teased. Her free hand slid down her belly to circle her clit, fingers dipping into her dripping folds, spreading the slickness until the room filled with wet sounds.

Elias pulled back just enough to watch, eyes dark with lust. Milk glistened on his lips.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice rough. “Swollen with our child, leaking for me, dripping for me.”

He moved lower, kissing every inch of her rounded belly—soft, lingering presses of his lips against the taut skin, tongue tracing the silver marks as if memorizing them. He whispered against her navel, words of adoration and hunger.

“This body… it undid me. It remade me. I will never stop craving it.”

Delphine spread her thighs wider, guiding his head between them with both hands now.

“Taste me,” she breathed. “Drink me dry.”

Elias buried his face in her cunt without hesitation.

She was scalding, soaked, sweeter than ever from the changes of pregnancy. He licked her slowly at first—long, languid strokes from entrance to clit—savoring every drop, every quiver. His tongue delved inside her, fucking her with shallow thrusts while his nose ground against her swollen pearl.

Delphine cried out, hips bucking, fingers twisting in his hair hard enough to sting. He sucked her clit gently, then harder, flicking with the flat of his tongue until her thighs clamped around his head and she came with a broken moan—juices flooding his mouth, running down his throat in hot pulses. He drank every drop, moaning against her flesh, the vibration sending aftershocks through her.

A second orgasm followed almost immediately as he slid two fingers inside her alongside his tongue, curling them to stroke that perfect spot while he sucked relentlessly. She squirted this time, soaking his face, his chest, the sheets beneath them.

When she finally pulled him up by the hair, his face glistened with her essence, eyes glazed with raw needs.

“Inside me,” she commanded, voice trembling. “I need you deep while our son sleeps beside us. I need to feel you stretch me, fill me, lose yourself in me.”

Elias rose over her on his knees, cock dragging through her soaked folds, coating himself in her slick. The silk binding his wrists only heightened the desperation—he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted, could only thrust and take.

He entered her in one slow, deliberate glide, groaning at the exquisite heat. Pregnancy had made her tighter in places, softer in others—her walls fluttered around him like living silk, gripping him with every inch.

They moved together in perfect, unhurried rhythm at first, deep, grinding strokes that let him feel every ripple inside her. Her belly pressed between them, a beautiful barrier that only intensified their intimacy. Milk leaked from her breasts with every gentle rock, smearing across his chest.

Delphine wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

“Harder,” she gasped, nails raking down his back. “I want to feel you in my soul. Fuck me like you’ll never stop.”

Elias gave her everything—hips snapping, bed creaking wildly, bodies slapping wetly together. He leaned down to capture a leaking nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard while he pounded into her. Milk flooded his tongue; he swallowed greedily, the taste driving him wild.

Delphine’s hands roamed his body—scratching, pulling, claiming. She clenched around him deliberately, milking his cock with her inner walls until he growled against her breast.

They came together in a shattering wave—her cunt spasming in powerful, endless contractions, pulling his release from him in thick, pulsing ropes. He flooded her already-full depths, seed spilling deep, marking her again as his in the most primal way.

When the spasms finally faded, he stayed buried inside her, softening slowly, unwilling to leave the warmth that had become his entire world.

Delphine traced lazy, loving patterns on his sweat-slick back, untying the silk sash with gentle fingers so he could finally touch her.

“We are free now,” she whispered, pressing kisses to his jaw, his throat. “No chains left but the ones we choose. Only pleasure left to chase, night after night.”

Elias wrapped his arms around her, hands finally free to roam—cupping her breasts, stroking her belly, sliding between them to feel where they were still joined.

“And I will chase it with you forever,” he murmured, lips brushing hers. “Every day, every night, every breath.”

Dawn crept through the shutters as they made love again—slower this time, face-to-face, eyes locked, bodies moving in perfect sync. The child stirred for his first feeding; Delphine guided him to her breast while Elias watched, cock hardening again inside her at the erotic sight of her nurturing and being filled at once.

Their new life stretched before them—endless nights of raw, consuming passion, bodies entwined without guilt or restraint, desires fulfilled in every way imaginable.

The village whispered of the priest who vanished and the widow who bore a child too soon after mourning. But in their hidden sanctuary, Elias and Delphine had found something far more profound than any forbidden vow: each other, and a fire that would burn eternally.