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Pressing a kiss to her rosary, Kokomi began her nightly prayer to a carved image of her god, Orobashi. In this depiction, he is a winding serpent that pushes the world above the infinite waves, later bringing humanity into being. Though her rosary bears his death - a blade holding up his corpse - she chooses to turn to the lifetime he spent for his children.
The door to the chapel opened and then shut with a dull clap, followed by a lock being put in its place. A pair of clear footsteps echoed throughout the chapel, stopping just short of Kokomi's kneeling figure.
"The Sisters told me you were here." it is Father Ei's voice that fills the empty space, and while Kokomi is sure of the distance between them, she swears she can feel the woman's breath on her ear.
"Father Ei." Kokomi breathes, allowing herself to open her eyes and watch the Priest kneel adjacent, though diagonally, behind her. "Is there any reason for your visit?"
"Not particularly. But I, and the others, all believe you did a wonderful job with the garden. That soil was stubborn."
Kokomi shuts her eyes once more. Her rosary burns between her hands. "It is, but as with all things, through faith in Him and our own dutiful work, blessings will be given unto us."
She hears a small chuckle.
"Of course, Sister Kokomi." Ei pauses to ruminate. "At this rate, with the way you speak…I'll be ousted and they'll choose you to be a Priest."
Shaking her head, Kokomi gives up on prayer and glances back at Ei, who watches her with a fondness not unlike how Kokomi looks upon Orobashi’s statue. When they meet each other's gaze, Ei gives her a nod to return to her prayer. Yet, Kokomi did not.
In all honesty, Kokomi had forgotten what she was praying about. Her eyes settled on Father Ei's face, boasting gentle curves that belie a wisdom and knowledge that only the chapel's figurehead can possess. Even then, her eyes wander to Ei's collar, damp with summer sweat.
Though Ei was always the first to speak on modesty, and constantly practiced it, the heat was too much today, and the top of her cassock was unbuttoned. Her clergy collar had even come loose.
Perhaps now that she did not have the constant presence of Orobashi in front of her, Kokomi was more susceptible to the allure of what Father Ei's body looked like beneath her clothes. Kokomi was familiar with how Ei's arms tensed into rigid knots whenever she aided in building the garden, or how sometimes the wind pressed her cassock against hard muscle.
But it was not enough to just see the impression of the nude - Kokomi wanted to feel it beneath her hands, even taste it.
"Sister Kokomi?"
"I apologize." Kokomi laughed to herself and faced Orobashi once more. "I don't think the church would want you gone so easily…you've done more than enough."
"I nearly burned down the Convent." a bashful reminder, but an earnest one.
"You did, but I put it out, didn't I?"
A laugh. "Yes, yes you did."
The two fell into silence.
Kokomi's mind wandered once more, the image of sweat and an unbuttoned collar branded into her memory. Despite the otherwise quiet entrance Father Ei made, Kokomi had heard the last few of Ei’s heaves of air as she grew accustomed to a less humid environment.
Perhaps, Kokomi thought as her rosary began to slip, her fingers could find their way through the spaces between the cassock's buttons and find the flesh beneath. Perhaps she could hear Father Ei breathe a little heavier, and watch her eyes grow darker as they shed their modesty. Perhaps she could even find out how Ei practiced her worship when no one else looked, when it was just her and the god above.
A dull clatter, and both women opened their eyes to witness the rosary on the floor, blemished by dust. Kokomi glanced back at Ei, ready to speak of any excuse.
Ei was already within an inch behind her, placing the rosary back in her hands.
"Orobashi is forgiving." a gentle, somewhat awkward smile. "He will not see this as a slight."
Turning in place, the nun sat still. Kokomi could only focus on how now, with Ei's movements and the earlier heat, her cossack bloomed open until the second button. There was barely any more skin to see than before, but Kokomi could see the hard line of Ei's collarbone glisten with sweat.
"Father." she murmured.
"Yes?"
Kokomi brought her hands to Ei's collar, holding it shut, but dropping her rosary once more. "Modesty is important, even in the heat."
When their eyes met, it was like lightning.
Ei's face was red, whether from the heat or their proximity, it was unclear. Kokomi could see the multitude of strictures and beliefs being repeated like hymns in Ei's eyes, only to fade away the longer the two stared.
"Yes…modesty is important."
The Priest's hands, far larger than Kokomi's, placed themselves over the nun's to adjust herself. Yet, her fingers stopped short, only holding the nun's hands in her own. Ei’s mouth opened to repeat scripture, perhaps a last-ditch resort on maintaining her spirituality in the chapel despite both women’s erosion of it.
"Lead us not- not into temptation," Ei stuttered, her voice laboring to support the divine scripture that laid heavy on her tongue. "but deliver us…"
"From the evil one." Kokomi finished, her thumb brushing against the second button.
Kokomi sighed out, gently pressing her forehead against Ei's sternum and remaining there. The Father did not move, frozen in place by her own indecision.
Looking up, Kokomi placed her hands on Ei's thighs.
"Forgive me, Father Ei."
"All…All will be forgiven." Ei breathed. "I will help cleanse you of your sin."
A hypocritical statement, both of them knew, but if they could retain a modicum of their faith in the moments prior to misdeeds before their god, then they would take it.
In silence, both Kokomi and Ei undid the long line of buttons on the Father’s cassock, revealing skin unblemished by both the sun and injury. The nun pressed the edges of the coat away from Ei’s center, removing the last cover of the Father’s breasts. Warm air provided a glisten to them, with sweat that dripped between bountiful valleys and down into the hard muscles of Ei’s abs.
Father Ei stopped Kokomi. “We are doing this so that you can learn to resist temptation as I have.” she paused, realizing that the tenting of her pants betrayed her words. “Recite with me. Blessed is the man…”
“Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial,” Kokomi continued, stopping as she removed Ei’s cassock and moved to her pants.
The Father shook her head, slipping her fingers beneath Kokomi’s veil and sliding it off, gently discarding it on the floor. Seeing Kokomi’s hair, mildly out of place but beautiful, Ei couldn’t help but reach toward it and tuck a strand behind the nun’s ear. Kokomi’s face flushed red, but she leaned into the touch, looking up at the Priest in servility.
Ei continued, removing layer after layer from Kokomi’s body until she was naked, save for the arm over her breasts and her bloomers, clinging to her thighs and thoroughly soaked through with sweat and arousal. She knelt before Ei, who sat across in silence, eyes a darker shade of violet than they were before.
Even with her determination, Ei’s gaze fell onto where the cloth was dampest. A wet spot soaked through at the apex of Kokomi’s thighs - wet enough to turn sheer and allow Ei to see what lay beneath. She could not tear her eyes away, and the burning in her core ate away at her soul.
“...Father?”
Mindlessly, Ei murmured a small, “He will forgive us. I will help cleanse you, Sister Kokomi.”
Kokomi nodded, and spread her thighs wider, idly watching as a drop of sweat rolled from the dip of Ei’s collarbone to her breasts, then her abs, then finally catching at the edge of her pants. The space between her legs seemed more prominent than usual.
“Of course, Father.”
Finally, Ei moved closer, taking off her own rosary to press against Kokomi’s lips as she closed the space between them. Her mouth first focused on Kokomi’s shoulder, kissing chastely at the space in reverence and respect. She was only here to tempt Kokomi, to try her will and nothing more.
She would do this to cleanse the nun.
Pushing Kokomi onto her back, Ei breathed the nun’s scent in, noting how it was similar to how the sea by their chapel smelled.
“Start from the beginning of the verse.” she whispered softly, kissing once more. It did not escape her how Kokomi no longer covered her breasts, nor how her nipples had drawn to a point.
“Y- Yes, Father.” Kokomi kissed at the rosary, willing herself to not covet Ei’s lips against her skin. “Blessed is the man who perseveres…perseveres under trial.”
Ei let the rosary drop, moving to cup both of Kokomi’s breasts in a single palm. They were as petite as the Priest expected, but the way in which they fit easily made her mind wander from her mission. Perhaps, in a way, Orobashi had created Kokomi for her.
“Continue.”
“Because when he has st- ” a whimper ripped itself from Kokomi’s mouth and echoed.
Ei stopped her fingers from brushing against Kokomi’s nipple. “Continue.”
“Father…”
“Please.” Ei insisted, moving her hand toward the hem of Kokomi’s bloomer.
Kokomi nodded, keeping her hips as still as she could despite the warm hand crawling to where she had discovered newfound heat. The kind of heat that was insatiable, the kind that roused when she looked to the Priest, and the kind she did not know how to relieve.
“When he has stood the test, he will…” Kokomi trailed as she felt her bloomers get tugged - eventually ripped - off her body.
Large, warm fingers drew against a sensitive point in her body, causing her to cry out Ei’s name in vain while trying to refocus herself on the verse. With the breath kicked out of her body, Kokomi panted shallow breaths, trying to face the woman who had her face buried in Kokomi’s chest.
A searing hot tongue carved into Kokomi’s breast, dragging against her nipple.
“Fath- Ei- ”
“Please continue.” Ei whispered.
A tentative, gentle finger pressed into Kokomi, drawing out a confused whine from her throat as she bucked her hips, yearning for this newfound pleasure despite needing to be cleansed of it. Ei did not waver.
“He will receive the…the…” Kokomi panted, squeezing her eyes shut to remember what came next.
Ei’s finger curled. It curled, then continued to curl at a feverish pace, and Kokomi cried once more.
“Crown.” the priest offered.
“Crown of life,” Kokomi choked out. “that God has promised to…to those who love him.”
The Father withdrew her finger from Kokomi, silently reprimanding herself for going further than she should have. Licking the offending digit clean, Ei watched as Kokomi blinked once, then twice, turning her gaze toward the Priest. Ei knew Kokomi was not satisfied, but surely this should have made her aware of how powerful her desires were, much less how much they should be pushed away and controlled.
Kokomi sat up, uncaring of her nakedness. “But each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed.”
And Kokomi was enticed. She was consumed. Ei did not need to ask in order to tell that the way that Kokomi looked at her now was far worse than before, a leering stare that desired to take and be taken, to be caressed by the warm tempting hands of the Shogun as if she were that devil’s blade and not a nun of Orobashi.
On her hands and knees, the nun crawled toward Ei and looked into her eyes. Heavy breaths were the only audible sound in the chapel, and Ei could not tear her eyes away to deny Kokomi what she desired.
“Kokomi.” Ei whispered. “You must turn back from your temptations.”
The nun thought for a moment. “But Father, you were the one tempting me.”
Ei pursed her lips.
“You tempted me, and you were the one holding me in your hands. You are just as guilty of this sin as I am.” Kokomi hissed, placing her hand over Ei’s pants.
The Priest whimpered, shaking her head. “I was only here to show you the depths of your sin.”
“You licked your finger clean.”
“So that I am free of the death of your innocence.” Ei breathed, her hips raising into Kokomi’s touch.
Kokomi shook her head, moving closer yet to Ei’s torso, stripped of its cassock and laid bare before her. Her hand unbuttoned Ei’s pants, and as she glanced up at the Priest, found no resistance - physical or otherwise. She could see Ei as she was before, desperately searching for some scripture to recite in her time of need, yet ultimately came up with none.
“You could have never cleansed me, Father.” Kokomi smiled, keeping her lips just above Ei’s. “You locked us in here with each other.”
Ei bit her lip, knowing there was no use in denying it. As Kokomi’s hand dragged the zipper open, leaving Ei in nothing more than her underwear, she knew there was one more chance for her to repent, to truly cleanse the both of them from their mistakes on the floor of this chapel before the statue of their god.
Yet, Ei could not draw her eyes away from Kokomi, nor did she move her hand to stop the nun.
The Priest took Kokomi’s face in her hands and pulled her down into a kiss, hungry and desperate. She knew it was unfair after forcing Kokomi to the edge and never taking her over it, but she desired a kiss as her final goodbye to the faith that she had failed.
Whatever moral dilemma Ei was having did not perturb Kokomi as she kissed the Priest back with equal fervor, silently using her hand to pull the hem of Ei’s boxers below her length.
With a gruff moan, Ei pulled away, looking up at Kokomi, eyes glassy and unfocused.
Kokomi leaned in, licking up the side of Ei’s neck while her hand palmed the latter’s sex. “Father, should you close your eyes?”
Ei blinked, her eyes returning to focus and finding that as she looked over Kokomi’s shoulder, she found the statue of Orobashi. Though she knew it had no soul, no semblance of life, she felt as if its beady red eyes stared down in divine judgment. The Priest redirected her gaze down to the discarded rosaries, gasping out when she felt Kokomi’s hand move rhythmically.
“No,” Ei murmured. “We must face our sins without- without fear.”
“Mm. Yes, Father.”
A small, burning-hot hand squeezed around Ei’s tip before dragging down to her base, drawing out a choked-out moan. Ei felt Kokomi’s teeth dig into her neck, marking her in places that would get covered up later.
Warm breath enveloped Ei’s ear before she heard Kokomi whisper a small, “How many have you cleansed?”
A particularly hard squeeze came, and Ei whimpered, burying her face into Kokomi’s shoulder.
“None…I have cleansed none.”
“That’s okay, Ei.”
The Priest didn’t have enough heart to react to the use of her name without a title. She chose instead to press her hips up and into Kokomi’s touch, unaware of how the nun now settled onto her lap. It was only when Ei felt the damp heat of Kokomi’s cunt against her own that she pulled back, oversensitive despite only scant minutes of contact.
Kokomi knew that all that was left was to fall.
Resting her arms on Ei’s shoulders, Kokomi pressed herself flush against the Priest’s body and nestled her face into a damp shoulder. She felt Ei tense beneath her, unsure of how to move forward or desperately try to pull back. But Kokomi had other plans, and began to grind her hips against Ei’s length, placing chaste kisses against her superior’s neck.
“Kokomi.” Ei choked out.
“Hm?”
“We can still- ”
The nun raised herself, pressing her clit against Ei’s tip. “Still what?”
The priest looked up, eyes pleading for respite. “Please.”
Kokomi placed her hands onto Ei’s cheeks, cupping them gently. She hadn’t seen Ei quite like this before, with pupils blown wide and a trembling lip. With all of the teachings she preached to the masses, it was only now that it seemed that her words may have all been lies.
“You locked the door.” Kokomi repeated, lowering herself so that Ei’s tip pressed against her entrance. “You touched me , and now you’re pleading. But to who, Father?”
“I’m begging you , Kokomi. Please, let’s end this.”
Kokomi scoffed, leaning into Ei’s ear. “This stops when we both admit we have enough sin to paint that statue black.”
The Priest fell into silence, hiding her face in Kokomi’s chest. Her hands remained planted on the floor. She couldn’t bear to peer over Kokomi’s shoulder and find her god stare in horror, nor could she bear to face her desires, hot and wet and hungry. She knew she had taken Kokomi’s innocence, she knew she had taken her own long ago.
But as she pulled her face away, she looked not to the marble statue, but to Kokomi.
“...Please.” she whispered. “I want to feel you.”
Kokomi crashed her lips against Ei’s once more, sinking down onto the Priest’s lap. Both women moaned into each other as skin met skin, forcing the two to part for air.
Before Ei could catch her breath, Kokomi leaned back in for another kiss, allowing herself time to grow accustomed to how Ei felt. It was a nigh-unbearable heat, far stronger than the calloused fingers from earlier. She raised herself an inch, hearing Ei whimper beneath her.
Even as far gone as she was, Ei still seemed as if she was grasping for her long-gone innocence. Kokomi had accepted her sin, but Ei was very nearly there.
For her own sake, Kokomi slowly raised and lowered herself, taking a hold of Ei’s hands. The Priest panted, yet locked their fingers together as she buried herself into the crook of Kokomi’s shoulder. It was intimate, in a depraved sort of way. It was as if Ei had given herself completely to Kokomi’s mercy, yet clung to her in the hopes of kindness where there would be none.
Yet, this pace was growing too slow to maintain the burning desires Kokomi needed to satiate.
Kokomi let go of Ei’s hands, resting her arms on her superior’s shoulders, only to slam her hips down onto Ei’s.
Both women cried out, and Ei’s fingers dug into Kokomi’s thighs and ass.
“Fuck,” Kokomi sighed.
Ei huffed into the nun’s chest. “L- Language.”
“Quiet.” the nun hissed, moving her hips and finding a particularly delicious spot.
It seemed it was a good spot for Ei too.
In a moment’s breath, Ei’s hips bucked deeper into Kokomi, launching the shorter woman shortly before bouncing her back on Ei’s lap. Even if there was a chance that Kokomi could’ve lost balance, Ei’s hands, wide enough to encompass half of her thigh, held her in place. Kokomi’s nails dug into the base of Ei’s neck, and the two shared a momentary pause. Ei managed to bear doe-like eyes, glassy and unfocused but seemingly heeding every single one of Kokomi’s movements.
Huffing, Kokomi leaned down, pressing her lips against Ei’s as they began a steady pace, now accustomed to one another.
Now that they had met each other in the middle, Ei found a pace that was both unrelenting but satisfying to both parties, at times too fast for Kokomi’s hips. Even still, Kokomi’s legs were growing tired.
“Turn me…me around,” Kokomi choked out. “Father.”
Nodding, Ei did as Kokomi requested, taking a hold of the nun’s hips.
Now, Kokomi resided on the priest’s lap, leaning back against Ei’s front. Both women now had a weary gaze settled on Orobashi’s statue, but it did little to dissuade them from their current act.
When Ei’s hips snapped up, forcing Kokomi’s back to arch in order to cling onto Ei rather than fall onto the floor, the nun accidentally shouted out-
“Daddy!”
Ei stilled beneath Kokomi.
Kokomi froze in place, ready to turn back. “I didn’t mean it, I- ”
The priest’s teeth dug into her shoulder as one hand palmed a small breast while the other carved burning circles into Kokomi’s clit. It reduced Kokomi into a drooling mess within a matter of seconds.
“Say it again.” Ei whispered, pulling her entire length out before ramming it back in. “Please.”
The word became the only one Kokomi knew.
As the two wound into each other, a pair of snakes inextricable from one another in Orobashi’s marble garden, the sin they had once left unindulged became ever palpable. Ei feasted on the taste of Kokomi’s flesh, pleasant to her tongue; for Kokomi, the sensation of fullness, of knowing the entirety of both virtue and sin was unlike any she had felt before. Yet it became clearer to her how sin was irresistible, that this outcome was inevitable. And that now she and Ei had sunk into the waves of pleasure, they wished to drown in it.
A hazy fog overtook Kokomi’s vision, and she could scarcely see beyond her. Now, it was only her and Ei and no one else. No secrets between them, no unsaid desires.
The knells of Ei’s pleasure against her own had grown too much, and Kokomi knew she was on the precipice of greatness.
“Please, please I’m close…”
Which of the two said it was unclear, but both felt the same.
With a final thrust and shift of Ei’s fingers, both women of the cloth came without end. Kokomi writhed in Ei’s grip, and the latter could scarcely do much else other than ram herself into Kokomi as her climax took her.
Though in her core Kokomi felt nothing but burning heat, the rest of her body was clad in the freeze borne by a wayward breeze into the chapel. She let Ei hold her tight as they collapsed onto the floor with Kokomi resting atop Ei.
Yes, even when flush against Ei’s naked form mere moments after release, knowing that the dripping between her legs was from the priest, Kokomi only felt a swell within her heart. In some twisted way, Ei felt the same way as she did. Enough that she had convinced the priest to become mired in her desires, giving herself away beneath the scarlet gaze of their god.
Kokomi adjusted herself, cupping the latter’s cheeks. “Ei?”
“Please,” Ei whispered, blinking away tears. “Kiss me.
The nun did not hesitate, crashing her lips against Ei’s as her thumbs blindly wiped away what had grown to stain Ei’s cheeks. It did not escape her how Ei had mindlessly begun to grind her length, now growing harder, against the inside of Kokomi’s thighs.
Kokomi sat up to straddle Ei, adjusting so that Ei’s cock ran flush against her stomach. It reached well past her navel, as Kokomi now knew intimately.
Ei turned red as they locked gazes.
“Again?”
“Again.” Ei murmured, sighing out. “Until we are cleansed.”
A lie, they both knew.
But perhaps it felt good to say, regardless.