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You curse to yourself as you run to the nearest building in sight as the rain finally starts to descend down from the heavens, thunder rumbling in the distance. Leaning up against the wall of the building, you were able to make out that you had made it to a local church. You caught your breath and slowly took off your wet jacket. The door to the church was left slightly ajar.
“Am I allowed to hide out in the church while the storm passes?” you think to yourself.
Adjusting to the new time period was hard, the social norms being completely different to what you were used to.
You take a deep breath before slowly opening the door to the church and slinking your way in. Your body freezes, goosebumps raising on your skin. The air in the church seemed cold, something from somewhere telling you to run and not look back. Shaking off the feeling, you start to make your way to the rows of pews. Your taken aback by the beautiful stained-glass windows above the altar, a lightning strike from outside making them give off a light show for a split second.
“Hello?” you call out into the vase space, your voice echoing.
Walking down the aisle you notice the bibles neatly placed on each of the pews and the flames on the candles as they burned.
“Maybe they’re out the back?” you thought. Surely sitting on a pew for the storm to pass wouldn’t hurt.
“Are you here for a prayer or a confession?” a deep voice cuts through the silence.
Your heart races a little, startled by the sudden noise. Your eyes scan for the owner of the voice, and a dark-haired man comes out from a door towards the front of the church.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch the man walk towards the altar. His piercing green eyes staring into you, as if he can see everything. You feel naturally drawn to him, a slight smirk on his lips. Something within you calls at you to run and never look back. Maybe you should have listened to it.
“Oh, uh, no. Sorry. I was just wondering if I could wait for the storm to pass in here? I got a little lost while walking around town and ended up here.” you stumble over your words, not sure why your so on edge. The priest lets out a small sigh.
“Of course, you may seek sanctuary here, if you wish”
His words felt heavy in the air, as if there was some hidden meaning to them.
“Would you like a drink? You must be parched”
“Oh, yes please” you nod, suddenly realising the dryness in your throat.
“I’m sorry but all I have to offer is communion wine” he says as he grabs a fresh bottle of wine from a storage box at the front of the church.
You skittishly walk towards the altar towards the priest. He chuckles.
“I’m not going to bite you know”
You accept the wine glass with two hands, thanking him as before you begin to drink.
“For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins” he says quietly as you drink.
“Thank you, Father” you breath as you finish every last drop of the wine.
He looks at you puzzled, before his hand reaches out towards your face, finger gently rubbing the stray drop from your lips. He brings the finger to his mouth, licking the digit clean.
“We cannot let it go to waste” he says with a light smirk on his lips.
Your heart pounds faster at the gentle contact and your fingers come to touch the area on reflex. For someone with such a cold, aloof exterior, his touch was as gentle as a parent, almost bringing tears to your eyes. The tall man in front of you was young and quite handsome. You shake your head from the thoughts. You really shouldn’t think of a priest in that way.
“Thank you for allowing me to stay here” you hand the cup back to him.
“The pleasure is all mine; we wouldn’t want one of God’s children to catch a cold out there in rain”
His words are comforting coming from his deep voice and the way it bounces around the open space around you. You look back over toward the priest to find him much closer than what he was before. Or were you just imagining it? His breath hits your ear as he murmurs.
“Perhaps you could spend this time giving a confession?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
His hot breath sends chills down your body, seeming to hit your core like lighting. Your cheeks flush at the realisation, the air suddenly becoming much hotter than what it was before.
“Why is this happening? And in a church no less” the shame starts to creep on you. You quickly nod at the dark-haired man, eager to keep some distance between the two of you.
He ushers you over towards the small confessional booths by the side of the church in silence. Was his shoulder brushing up against you more than normal? Was the light touch of his hand against yours intentional? Your body seemed to burn more with each step you took, you core ached, begging for something. You tried to walk with your legs a little closer together to give some sort of friction, anything.
“When was your last confession?” he asks, stopping outside of the booths.
“Oh, uh, I’ve actually never done a confession” you let out a nervous laugh.
He places a hand on your shoulder. Your body burning from the touch, the shame rising again.
“Very well, I will have you recite this prayer before heading into the booth. From there we will step inside, and I will greet you. You will state how long it’s been since your last confession and then you will begin to confess your sins. Any questions?” he asks, with a light smile on his face.
You swallow hard, trying to think about anything accept what your body is feeling. You nod your head.
“Yes father”
The door shuts to the booth and quickly sit on the small chair. You cross your legs over and give a little squeeze. The small sensation in itself is enough to nearly make you moan, quickly biting your lip before anything can come out. What is going on with my body? Why am I so aroused, and in a church. You jump at the sound of the small door in the wall partition opening.
“In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. You may confess your sins to me”
His voice hangs around the small room. You rub your legs together again to try and rid yourself of this feeling. The lack of contact nearly becoming painful. You can feel your nipples start to harden in arousal and your honestly not sure how to get yourself out of this situation. Desperately you try to think of a plan.
“You can start off small if you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have to start with the heavy stuff straight away”
You take a deep shaky breath and say a short prayer in your head to please let you get through this without unholy temptation.
“I, um, stole a flower from a vendor” you mumble quietly.
It just looked so pretty, and it was your first day in town, with no money. It was weltering anyway.
“Good girl. The Lord forgives you”
Your legs squeeze together on impulse at the praise, causing a muffled moan to fall from your lips. There was nothing but silence and you cleared your throat in an attempt to mask it. Your fingers dug into your thighs as you tried desperately to pull yourself together, but the air just seemed to be getting hotter and thicker with each passing moment.
Surely, he wouldn’t know, right? Your fingers traveling slowly up your skirt to reach panties.
“Is that all?” the priest asks from the other booth, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“Oh, I”
Your mind flashes through every sexual encounter you’ve had, fingers lightly stroking yourself through your panties. Suddenly your remembered of your first night here.
“I had sex with a stranger on the first night of meeting them” you cry out as your fingers circle around your clit. Suddenly all rhyme and reason fail you as you desperately try to look for a realise, anything.
“Naughty girl. The Lord will have to punish you”
You can barely register as the sound of the partition closes and the door of the neighbouring booth opens and close. Hot tears spill down your face as you desperately try find your climax. The door to your booth opens to the priest, who now wears the biggest smirk on his face.
“Ple-ase. Please help me” you hiccup at him.
He gently stills your hand that was working on your clit and wipes your eyes.
“I will help you, in the eyes of the Lord”
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned” the words fall from your lips, eyes glossed over as you slowly kneel in front of the priest. He chuckles darkly at your submissiveness, a sadistic smile crossing over his face as you breathed.
“Please punish me as you see fit, in the eyes of the Lord”
He gently guides you to one of the pews and assists you to stand on all fours.
“You will have to repent for your sins” he says calmy, opening up a bible.
He places the bible under your head and points.
“Read” he commands, lifting up your skirt to display your ass.
“Marri- “you whine as his hand collides with your backside.
“Start again” he growls, rubbing the spot he hit.
You swallow and begin again.
“Marriage is honourable in all- “
You take a sharp breath as his hand hits your skin again. Steadying yourself, you continue.
“And the bed undefiled”
Another clap as his hand meets your bottom. You bite your lip to stop yourself from calling out.
“But whoremongers and adulterers God will judge”
You gasp as he spanks you again, this one harder than the others.
His hands move to the waist band of your panties, pulling them down towards your knees. The cold air hitting your hot core causes you to shudder. You feel two fingers gently move between your folds.
“So wet for me” you hear the dark-haired man mumble.
A wet sensation coats one of your ass cheeks as he wipes his fingers clean. He grabs the bible in front of you and turns it to another page. He points with his poorly cleaned finger at a new line. The imagery of your wetness on the bible causes you to clench around nothing. The priest smirks.
“But whoso committeth”
A thud echoes around the church.
“Adultery with a women lacketh understanding”
Another sharp breath as his hand collides.
“He that doeth it destroyeth his own soul”
A loud moan escapes on the last impact. He moves quickly to smooth the skin.
“You did so well for me” he praises in your ear. “I think it’s time I took care of your little problem, hmm?”
The priest helps you to your feet and takes off your panties, swiftly shoving them in his pocket. He gently grabs your hand and leads you to the altar. You rub your thighs together and feel the wetness soak your inner thighs. Up ahead, you can see the lighting shining through the stained-glass windows surrounding the church, lighting it up in many wonderful colours. The cracks of thunder bringing your situation to light, doing unspeakable things with a priest in the house of God. If you weren’t going to hell yet, you were defiantly on the list now.
The dark-haired man picks you up and places you on the altar. You can feel the pages of the open bible on your bare ass as he spreads your legs and gets down on his knees in front of you. He gently lifts his glasses from his face and lets them hang from the cord around his neck. His green eyes stare up at you.
“In the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit” he chants as he pushes your legs up and lightly suckles at your clit.
“Ah, fuck” you cry out, grabbing onto the altar with one hand and a fistful of hair in the other.
The lightning continues to shrine through the glass as the priest laps at your folds with his tongue. His hands push your legs further as his tongue dives into your hole.
“Father, please” you take a shark inhale of breath and push his head further between your legs as he finds your sweet point.
“Please, please can I cum?” you pant, looking down between your legs, the familiar feeling of your impending orgasam coming on quickly.
“Cum for me, in the name of the Lord” he murmurs against your heat before attacking your sweet spot again. With a few more motions your orgasam crashes through you. You yell out, grinding against the priest as he stimulates you through your high. Wetness spills from you, landing on his face and on the bible below you. You became to pant and pull away as overstimulation overcomes you.
Faust slowly rises from the floor, letting go of your legs and wiping the juices off his chin. He places the fingers in front of your lips, and you slowly open your mouth for him to push his digits in. You swiftly lick his fingers and suck them clean, tasting your own salty release.
“Good girl” he coos, taking his fingers out and grabbing your chin.
He brings your lips towards his for a harsh, open-mouthed kiss.
The priest grabs one of your spare hands and trails in down his body towards his very obvious bulge.
“We’re not quite finished here, my dove” he breathes.
You slowly start to stroke Faust through his pants, and he smirks.
“You’re a quick learner” he says as he strokes your hair.
“If you want to go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight”
You shimmy forward on the altar, the pages of the bible now sticking to you. Wrapping your legs around the priest, you start to grind against his clothed erection, causing you to moan softly.
“Please” you look up him, pleading. “I need to feel you in me”
A crack of thunder rumbles outside.
You watch as the priest discards his lower half. Grabbing his cock, he pumps the leaking pre-cum over it. You undo the buttons on your blouse, allowing your breasts to feel the cool church air. Pushing yourself up from the altar, you watch as he starts to move his cock between your folds. You groan at the sensation, body screaming for the fullness.
“Please Father, I need it” you wrap your arms around his neck and push your body closer to his once again.
You found God that night, in a standalone church on the outskirts of Paris. Not through prayer, or confession. But in the priest who brought heaven to Earth. Faust growls as he sinks himself into you.
“Oh God, fuck” you curse as his pelvis meets your clit.
A sharp slap connects with your thigh, and you squeal in pain.
“God is not here, little one. Only me” he whispered harshly into your ear.
Faust starts a rough, fast pace, the sound of skin slapping filling the space of the church. Your fingers run down the fabric of his shirt, desperate to cling onto something to keep you grounded.
“You’re doing so well for me” the priest pants into your ear, licking it.
You find his lips and bring him in for a messy kiss, teeth clashing. You pull back as you feel a sharp sting, your tongue getting cut in the process.
Faust’s eyes burn with something you’ve only seen once before, and a deep noise is made in the back of his throat. His pace quickens again, and you bury your face into his neck and start to nip at the skin. You feel his wet, hot tongue against your neck. Faust sheathes himself inside you, grunting as he spills his seed. He bites down on your neck, making you scream in pain, clinging to his back. Quickly the pain subsides and is replaced by a burning pleasure, throwing you into a frenzy. The priest holds you close as you come down from your high.
You fall back down onto the altar as you pant, liquid slowly seeping down your inner thighs. Faust quickly pulls his pants back up before grabbing a nearby cloth and quietly cleans you up, rebuttoning your blouse and pulling down your skirt. He helps you down from the altar and you can hear that the storm has finally passed, the sunlight now streaming through the stained glass, lighting up the church in all it’s beauty.
You scurry towards the front door of the church before turning to face the priest.
“I’m sorry for these, and all of my sins” your voice echoes around the church and a smirk forms on the dark-haired man’s face.
As you step outside of the church, and walk down the small road you came down, you notice a rainbow up in the sky above. Your hand travels down your neck and runs over the spot where he bit you, to find it nearly healed.
“So, there are others” you mumble.
You make your way back to Comte’s mansion, the imagery replaying in your head.
Did you meet God or the devil in that church in the outskirts of Paris?