The Septar's Solace

In the heart of the temple, a Septar, bound by vows of celibacy, finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. His hand, usually used for prayer, now wraps around his throbbing cock. The rough texture of his robes against his sensitive skin heightens his pleasure. He imagines forbidden acts, his breath ragged, his hips bucking slightly. The room echoes with his quiet moans as he brings himself to the brink, his cock pulsing with need, before finally spilling his seed, the evidence of his transgression dripping onto the cold stone floor.

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