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Father Philip knows she does it on purpose. And he should know better. He’s a priest for Christ’s sake, he should be able to resist the temptations of a sinful nun. He doesn’t know how she hasn’t been expelled from the convent yet. It seems like he’s the only one who knows this side of her. He feels eyes on him whenever she is near, and he knows she is watching. She winks when they make eye contact during sermons, and ‘accidentally’ bumps into him in the halls, being so kind as to “help” him as she feels him up. no one else can see, but he knows. And the worst part? It was driving him crazy.
She must be a witch, placing some kind of spell on him. Otherwise, how could a man of God be tempted like this? How could he see her face when he closed his eyes at night? Having dreams of cocoa eyes and lips that whisper sinful things into his ears. How could a man as virtuous as he, wake up and wish he could fall back to slumber, just so he can feel her lips against his once more.
The last few sermons, he’s left the church early, trying to avoid any interactions with Sister Daniel. But today he stepped into the confession booth, knowing he needs to preform his duties as a priest, duties he’s avoided because of… her. He didn’t know how he would act if she came to confess. He’s had to sit through her confessions before, listening as she described how sinful she’s been, her silky voice telling him all the ways she wanted it him. It’s a test of his self control and his devotion to god, that’s what he tells himself. But these dreams, her fantasies making their way into his subconscious…
He didn’t know if he could sit through another confessional with her.
Every time the door to the other side of the booth opened, Phil felt spikes of anxiety that were immediately quelled when the voice drifting from the other side of the screen was not hers. And yet, he was still on edge. Part of him- a very sinful part, hoped she would come. But he dismissed those feelings, knowing they were simply the lustful thoughts of a mortal man.
As the hour came to a close and there was no sign of Sister Daniel, Phil began to relax. Perhaps, she was tired and left early. He checked his watch; almost time. He let out a little sigh of relief, but jumped when he heard the door to the other side of the booth open and close. Phil held his breath, waiting for the other to speak. After a beat, he cleared his throat.
“Tell me what you must confess,” he said.
“Sorry Daddy, I’ve been a bad girl~”
Phil’s heart leaped into his throat and he felt his face warm up. Images flashed across his mind, but he took a deep breath.
Father Philip steeled himself, preparing for the onslaught that Sister Daniel always brought with her whenever she came to confession. She was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a temptress, a sinner. Phil was a man of God, and he was being tested.
He frowned and sighed, trying to feign indifference, chasing away thoughts of the salacious look he knew was on her face right now.
“Starting off strong I see, and for the last time it’s ’Forgive me Father for I have sinned,’”
“Forgive me Father, I always forget,” Sister Daniel giggled.
Phil rolled his eyes, she always says that. He cleared his throat.
“Continue with your confession,” he said.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was too long ago,” she said, an edge of displeasure in her voice. “You’ve been leaving early. I can’t absolve my sins if I can’t confess them to you, Father.”
“And what sins have you committed?” Phil said, ignoring her comment.
“Well, I lied to one of my sisters about whether I had done a task. Then I stole an extra loaf of bread from the kitchen to feed the birds-“
Phil furrowed his brow in confusion. Where were the lust and sinful words he had expected? Maybe he should see this as a blessing. He could easily handle this.
“-I missed Mass this Sunday, I told the other sisters I was not feeling well, but I was busy,”
“Busy with what?” Phil immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
“I was busy thinking about you~” her honeyed words caused Phil to sit up straight and clear his throat.
“It’s curious what the mind imagines while in bouts of lust, and you’re the best thing to think about, Father,” she said, “Your hands on me, feeling my skin. I wonder how rough your hands are. Are they soft, dealing only with your preachings and sermons? Or are they rough from the work you do around the church?
Phil gripped the Bible in his hands a little harder.
“Sister, for your sin of lust, you penance is-“
“Oh but I’m not done, darling~” she whispered through the screen.
Phil inhaled sharply, steadying his breath.
“What else must you confess?” He said, ignoring how fast his heart was beating.
“You know, I know why you’ve been leaving Mass early,” Sister Daniel said. Phil stayed silent.
“You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?”
When Phil did not speak, she continued.
“Why? Do I tempt you? Do you lie awake, wishing you could touch me? Hands ghosting over my skin, feeling every curve, dipping down and touching-“
“Sister.” Phil said, a warning in his voice. As she spoke, his dreams flashed before his eyes, and he noticed a bump forming under his robe.
“You have, haven’t you? Wishing you could feel me inside of you, but being held back by your devotion to God,” she whispered, her words brushing against his hot ears.
He couldn’t speak. He feared his tongue would betray him.
“I know you feel it too, I know you want me, just as much as I want you.” Her saccharine words jumbled his mind, leaving him speechless.
He’s been able to resist her temptations before, why now was he getting so worked up? He did everything in his power to ignore the twitching bulge in his lap, white-knuckling the Bible in his hands. He tried to speak, to move! To get out of there and away from this temptress! But he didn’t have the will in him. His will was slipping, he could feel it.
“Sister, you speak of sin. I am a man of God, I will not be tempted,” he said, one last attempt to get the situation under control.
“Oh but you already have been, haven’t you? Avoiding me as to not be tempted, because I do tempt you, don’t I?” She poked, “I know you want to feel the heat beneath my skin, heat only reserved for you~” she purred, her honeyed words sinking into his chest at their implication, and something inside of Phil snapped.
Reserved… only for him…
That did it. No one else could have her, she only wanted him. And behind all the denial, he only wanted her too.
Before he had time to think, he stood up, the Bible falling to the floor with a clatter, and opened the door, stepping out of the confesional, only to open the door to the booth where Sister Daniel was. He quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
He loomed over Sister Daniel sitting on the bench. She had a knowing smile and lust in her eyes.
“Can I help you, Father?”
“Only for me?” He muttered, panting slightly. Sister Daniel’s smile got wider. She pulled on the front of Father Philip’s robe, pulling him down.
“Only for you,” she whispered, breath ghosting over Phil’s lips.
Phil couldn’t take it anymore, he had to give in. She casted a spell on him, and he finally fell. He surged forward, connecting their lips in a hot kiss, holding her face in his hands. He couldn’t get enough, it felt like drinking water after days of dehydration. Their teeth clacked together as Phil pushed harder against Sister Daniel. He needed more, more. A hand snaked into his hair and tugged, pulling him out of the kiss.
“Someone’s eager,” Sister Daniel teased, a smug smile tugging at her lips.
All Phil could do was try to catch his breath. “If we’re gonna play, it’s going to be by my rules.” She said, nipping at his throat.
Phil could now see the lustful look in her eyes, see the face he imagined on the other side of that screen. And it made him weak.
“Kneel,” she said, and her tone gave away that it was not a suggestion.
Without a thought, Father Philip kneeled in-front of Sister Daniel, pressed up against her knees in this cramped confesional. He held his breath as Sister Daniel caressed his face.
“You’re already so hard, have you been dreaming of this?” She emphasized her point by pressing on the growing bulge with her foot, now very visible underneath Phil’s robe. He whined at the pressure, desperate for more.
“Do thoughts of me plague you at night?” She pressed down harder, coaxing a groan out of Phil. “Wishing I was with you to warm your bed?”
Sister Daniel reached down to tip Father Phil’s chin up to face her. His pupils were blown and out of focus, a pink coloring his pale cheeks. She smiled. Sister Daniel removed her foot from Father Philip’s groin, causing him to whine at the lack of friction.
“I know, I know, but if you want something you have to use words,” she cooed, “so, Father, what do you want?”
Father Philip was gone. He doesn’t masturbate, and after days of sinful dreams, he was hanging on Sister Daniel’s every word, wanting to do anything to please her and finally get some relief. But lustful fog clung to his brain, refusing to let him speak. When he did not answer, simply looking up at Sister Daniel with a needy, horny expression, she frowned.
“If you can’t speak, you might as well put that mouth of yours to good use doing something… else,” she placed the pad of her thumb against Phil’s lips, and he opened them eagerly. “Good boy.”
A fire burned within Phil, and those words simply added fuels to the flames. The molten heat ate him inside, and all he knew he needed was more. More praise, more friction. He wanted everything Sister Daniel had to offer.
She held his mouth open as she lifted the edge of her robe, spreading her legs. Philip couldn’t help but stare at the lump in her lap, waiting in anticipation. Seconds felt like hours as she teased him, pulling slowly. Phil’s eyes widened when he saw what was hiding underneath her robe.
Lace.
Lace.. panties.
Blood rushed down to Phil's groin, making him even harder. He reached down, to offer himself some relief, but was stopped by Sister Daniel, her foot kicking his hand away. Her thumb hooked into his lower jaw and she pulled up.
“My rules, pretty boy,” she said.
Her other thumb slid under the panties, pushing them aside, letting herself spring free. Phil felt himself start to salivate as Sister Daniel pulled him closer.
“Now be a good boy and open wide,” she said, opening her legs and guiding Phil’s head.
Phil eagerly opened his mouth, wanting to taste. He sunk down on Sister Daniel’s cock, who groaned out a soft moan as his nose touched her pubic bone.
“You’re doing so good, now, let me help you,” she held Phil’s head, slowly moving him back and forth, starting a steady rhythm.
Phil made sure to keep his mouth open wide, and his tongue over his bottom teeth, not wanting to hurt Sister Daniel. The smell of sex was intoxicating, and the taste of salt caused him to swallow around her, causing her to gasp.
“Yes, just like that,” she said, her voice breathy. Her pace started to quicken, and tears started to prick at the corner of Phil’s eyes. He wanted to be good for her, so good, so he did what he knew she would like and kept swallowing around her. He gagged as the tip of her cock hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t care. He just took it.
“Oh you’re so good, you’re doing so good,” Sister Daniel started to chant, now moving Phil’s head with more force, bucking her hips and face fucking him.
The tears started to stream down the side of Phil’s cheeks, but it was all so hot he didn’t care. She pressed down on his bulge with her heel, and he moaned around her, sending vibrations up her spine. She bucked one last time, holding his head down as she released down Phil’s throat. He swallowed, not wanting to waste a single drop. She panted as she came off her high, pulling Phil off her dick after a few moments.
“You did so good, Father, so good for me,” she said, caressing his cheek, his skin flushed red and hot to the touch.
He whined, now aware of just how hard he was, begging for release.
“Good boys use their words,” she teased, using her thumb to wipe a tear off his cheek. “So, what does this good boy want?”
He opened his mouth, and the voice that came out he didn’t recognize. It was needy, and hoarse from the rough treatment mere seconds before.
“Please, please touch me, please,” Phil said, tears starting to form in his eyes again.
Sister Daniel smiled, “Good boy, now,” she patted her lap, “Sit.”
Phil stood up on shaky legs, placing his knees on the bench on either side of Sister Daniel’s thighs. He sat down, breath quick with anticipation. She lifted his robe and pulled down his pants, finally offering him some relief. She spat in her hand and slowly began to stroke him, watching his face for every expression, and feeling his every twitch. His head fell to her shoulder, face buried in her neck as her pace quickened. He gripped her shoulder for balance- with another hand on the wall behind them. It’s was too much, and not enough at the same time. He tried to bucked into her hand, wanting more, but her firm hold on his hips held him steady.
“You’ve been so good, just hold on a little longer,” she whispered into his ear, causing him to whine.
Sister Daniel swiped her thumb over the tip of Phil’s cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum over the head. She rubbed her thumb over his slit, causing him to gasp and quickly clasp a hand over his mouth, doing his best to muffle the onslaught of moans threatening to expose him.
“Please, more, more,” he begged quietly into her ear, “more- Ah~!” He exclaimed as she squeezed him, quickening her pace.
She removed her other hand from his hip, lifting up his robe more to expose his nipples. She playfully bit one, causing Phil to jump, bucking into her fist. But this time, she didn’t stop him, so he kept going, chasing the high, pleading her to let him cum.
“Please, S-Sister, please, please-“ he was cut off by a loud moan, but that didn’t stop his begging. “Sister, please, let me cum, let my cum,” he chanted, wanting so desperately to cum, but not without her permission.
“You’ve been so good, so good, just for me, Father,” she said, running her fingers through his hair as his bucks became sloppier and sloppier as he fell apart. “Cum for me, let me see the beautiful face of yours.”
Moments later, Father Philip’s vision went white, nearly screaming as he came, shooting his seed all over the front of his robe, leaving dark, wet spots. Sister Daniel pulled him in for a kiss, swallowing his moan mid scream, slowing her strokes to prolong Phil’s orgasm, bordering on overstimulation. She broke the kiss, rubbing his back as his head fell to her shoulder. He panted catching his breath from the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, not that he had had many. As he started to come down from his high, the realization of what he had down began to set it.
He drew back, eyed wide as he stared at Sister Daniel. She was smiling, a knowing look on her eyes. He looked down at himself, at the cock still in her hand, and the spent on his robe. He felt his heartbeat quicken, and a sinking feeling in his stomach. He was a man of God! How could he let this happen? But a part of him didn’t care. A sinful part of him wanted more. More of her He stood up, quickly pulling up his pants.
“What- what have I done?” He asked himself in horror.
“Nothing you didn’t already want to do,” Sister Daniel said, running a teasing finger down the front of his robe. Phil grabbed her wrist before she got past his lower stomach.
“I-I…I”
There was nothing he could say. He was still recovering from his orgasm, but (almost) everything was screaming at him to get out.
“I have to go,” he croaked out, his voice hoarse.
“I’ll be waiting,” Sister Daniel winked at him.
His face flushed red and he took a step back, pushing the door behind him open, falling out of the confessional. He looked up at her one last time, a smug look on her face, before scrambling up and briskly walking back to his quarters.
He dared not look at the stain on his robe, but nothing could stop his mind from reviewing what just happened. How he felt, how Sister Daniel made him feel. It was like a door had opened, and he didn’t know if he would ever be able to close it.
He had much to think about.