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Father Mercy gripped Seera’s hand, slowly trailing it along the small pips on the parchment they were currently studying. There was no need for such an action, she could learn to read along all the same with her own guidance as he talked her through it. Yet there was a certain finality to it. A possessiveness, though his calloused hands never squeezed painful, should her own drift his would tighten. There was no true violence, no immediate harm. But a calm, cool, ownership of something he was never given.
“Very good, Sister. You’ve truly come so far since I took over your lessons.” He murmured next to her ear, far too close all things considered.
In truth, Seera was getting on fine with her studies. At this point, she doubted she had needed them for a long time. She had been 16 when her old tutor had disappeared. In a small way she was grateful, the man had begun to get far too close to anyone of such an age. Yet now at 23, her church’s pastor still insisted on ‘teaching’ her. Which, frankly, had always been laughable. Seera doubted Father Mercy could have figured out the simple texts she was reading when he took over.
“Thank you, Father. You’re kind to me.” He was, truly, maybe a little too much however.
A moment passed, his hand still wrapped around hers unyielding. His thumb began to rub circles into it.
“Seera, have I mentioned how beautiful you look this morning?” He hadn’t, though he had nearly every other before, “You’re lucky I took over, were I a more old-fashioned leader I’d have to admonish you for it.” He laughed, the shake of his body continued through to her hand.
“That is lucky, it’s not as though I’m doing anything special. Especially with how early it is.” It was far earlier than typical rising times. Both of them had jobs far too important around the temple to have these lessons during the waking hours of their peers. Seera had done little more than brush her hair this morning. Even her usual blindfold remained in her room.
He tutted, “Come now, there’s no need to doll yourself up for an older man like me. At this point in my life women are at their most beautiful dressed down.” His other hand wandered up her arm, tickling her skin through cloth as it climbed. “You’re such a sweet thing, I’ve heard such unbecoming rumours from your peers. I know better, it’s clear why anyone would be jealous of you. Having you.”
Seera froze, her face burned something furious. Of course, these weren’t lies, yet it hurt to hear those she had entrusted herself to talking of her in such a manner. Had they truly? “I’m sorry you have had to hear such rumours, Father. I-”
He raised her hand to his face, and pressed his lips onto it, “Don’t fret, I know not to assume from hearsay. I understand you as the darling woman you’ve become from first hand experience.” His breath was warm, it tickled along with the brush of his lips.
It was growing warmer, Father Mercy’s freehand held her jaw. Seera began,“What time is it? I have to meet-” His thumb pressed into her mouth.
She startled, mumbling partially in surprise. It probed further, far too awkward to speak around. His hands were truly large; the digit alone was close to rivalling what others had put in there during night hours. He pressed against her tongue, “Lick.”
Seera unthinkingly followed, running it along its underside and closing her lips around him, softly sucking from memory. Father Mercy’s breath stuttered and deepened, “Just like that..” he murmured. He rubbed his thumb around the warmth of her mouth, engrossed in the feeling.
Her mind blank she continued, far easier to go along with than question.
His thumb stalled, and then reluctantly removed itself. Instead, her held hand was pulled upon, “Come here, pet.”
She paused.
Her mouth now empty caused her brain to catch up, and her face flushed deeply once again, “A-Ah, Father, I’m sorry. That was inappropriate we should probably-!” Her chair was shoved forward, the only steadying force being the steel grip of Father Mercy’s hand. He tugged her up, then grabbed her hip.
“Seera, come now. It’s alright, I won’t keep you long.” The hand upon her hip pulled her down. She stumbled, and fell ungraciously into his lap. His lower thighs were muscular and sturdy against her behind, and his exploratory hands stronger than she had ever realised.
His hands groped her ass, greedily palming as her round behind overflowed from what even he could hold. They travelled back up to her hips, then to her thighs. The fat of them gave pliantly, eagerly. A pleasured gasp left her and she could hear the slight laugh he gave as he grinned, “Your body’s wanting.”
The groping progressed. In only her thin nightgown, there was little to protect her from the onslaught.
Large hands climbed her body, gently tickling over her squishy belly and further. Landing on cupping her breasts. In spite of how giant said hands were, the flesh of them too spilled through the gaps between fingers. His index fingers swept across the front, coming across her nipples and beginning to toy with them. Seera instantly shivered, a hand slapping loudly against her recently pierced mouth in a way that would almost definitely agitate them later as she strangled a moan back in.
“So sensitive..” An almost cruel smirk was audible in his speech, searing fingers grasping at her delicate neck. There was no obvious intent to injure, yet still his carelessness was sure to leave it bruised and aching. His hot breath gave a sickening puff onto her most vulnerable area, before a wet streak was painstakingly licked up the pathing of her jugular. The rabbiting pitter patter of fear beat onto his tastebuds, “Mmm.. so soft..” Though impeded by the trademark tusks of a half-oni, Father Mercy began at his best efforts to mark her already grey purple skin with copper greens and oxidising browns. Deepest maroons blossoming and causing Seera to writhe and all out moan.
“Hhhghhn.. S-stop..” Her gentle plea was all but ignored with exception of his grin widening as he continued with the sickeningly tickling sensation of arousal shooting from her sweet young neck to her traitorous cunt. “Please… I- It’s sensitive..”
Again ignored; skin bitten, sucked, nipped, loved. Made overly sensitive to every exhale and breeze by the cooling spit left in its unwelcomed wake. The hand on her breast once forgotten remembered its mission, jumping itself into gear and harshly tweaking her tender nipple to be met with a yelp. Seera’s own small hands grabbed onto the Father’s pleadingly tugging and digging in with her short cut nails as she continued squirming. Strained whines and gasps of a pleasured struggle left her, face hot and eyes brimming with embarrassment.
“Don’t fight me, Sister. There is no need to doubt my guidance. Have I ever led you astray? No, there’s no benefit to acting as though it isn’t to your liking.” Father Mercy’s voice had taken on a tone nearing stern, a warning. To fight more would result in a far less gentle encounter. “I am your teacher, your leader. To disobey me is to doubt our God’s choice of me shepherding this temple. Any other priest would surely have already punished you for your insolence.” His grip on her throat tightened, her breathways now constricting and breathing ragged.
She whimpered submissively, relaxing the arm gripping his and almost panting. His grip on her neck relaxed.
“Good.” He let go of her tender tit with one final tug, its mass jiggling and settling almost dramatically under its size. He moved down her body once more. Calloused hands eclipsed her relatively wide hips, grasping them firmly before tugging her back into him such that her behind was flush with his front.
Seera wasn’t particularly shy about her enjoyment of casually sharing a bed. She had certainly encountered, loved on, and familiarised herself with genitals of most sizes and configurations. Yet, feeling the imprint of what she could only estimate to be three quarters the size of her torso made her feel sincere intimidation. He wouldn’t dare attempt it with their size difference, surely?
His hips rolled, rubbing in the valley of back and ass. She shivered, her body suicidally aroused. Her mind was so focused on the feeling of a dick large enough to poke her diaphragm she almost didn’t notice the hand ghosting under her night gown. Bunching the below-the-knee skirt up, shimmying it higher and higher. Until the crotch of her delicate panties were exposed to the early morning air. Seera snapped back into the present, her thick thighs closing in humiliation. Father Mercy attempted to wrangle her shy legs open with only his free hand, making an exasperated huff at the effort and ultimately leaving her neck in favour of wrenching both thighs open at their apex. Her crotch was so sensitive to the cold, she was almost certain her arousal had soaked through.
“Sister, it’s rather profane for you to own such a pair.” His knuckles brushed over the gentle lace of her underwear, touch feather light, “Were you seducing me this whole time?” He laughed, shame bit at Seera.
“No.. Father I-” His fingertips brushed over her clothed cunt and he practically barked with laughter.
Damned traitorous body. “Goodness, how desperate? To think you were playing hard to get while soaking through your panties.” Father Mercy pressed his palm down, applying gentle pressure to her clit through the damp fabric and dragging it up until his fingers were in place to tease. Little choked gasps bled out of Seera, jolting forward only to be held in place by Father Mercy’s slightly painful grip on her thigh when he began to circle her nether region.
“Pleeease…” She practically sobbed, stuttered by tears and pleasured jitters.
“Please what?” Though his tone teasing, truthfully even Seera wasn’t certain. The teasing wasn’t enough to do more but frustrate her, no real satisfaction building within. Yet she wasn’t sure if she had wanted this either. Her mouth opened, nothing leaving but heavy breaths. She attempted to gather her words, working up the courage to ask him to pause so she could gather her thoughts, only for his hand to dip into her lace panties, causing her to gasp in its stead. His hand dipped lower, practically ignoring her needy clit in favour to toy with her opening. A finger teased, occasionally dipping into her in a way that had Seera reminiscing on the size of previous partners and their normal, compatible proportions, before pulling back out. “What do you want for?”
The teasing was torturous, Seera knew there was no real way out of this and still, she found herself hesitating to make the scenario to her liking. If she admitted to pleasure chasing, to being so desperate as to offer riding only his fingers, it would only feed his delusion that the encounter was what she had wanted in the first place. But she was desperate, reaching down to touch herself with her own hand only to have it snatched away and pinned against herself.
“Say it.” Father Mercy was evidently losing patience, holding her arm too tight and slowing his motions.
“P-Please Father, I-I can’t..” Seera’s head spun with anxieties, unable to lower herself to a level he would be happy with, “Please-”
His hands withdrew, only to slink under her knees and back and to place her back in her previous seat.
Seera made a deep sigh. She was unsure what she was feeling. Her body ached, “I’m sorry, Father. I just-”
A rustle of cloth, and she was tugged up, confusion gripped her before invading hands began to grab for her night gown.
“Eek!”
Whiplash, of whatever relief or disappointment she had felt before being flipped on its head. As her gown reached over her head, forcing her arms up, her panties were tugged down. It was so much colder, in the stone temple with no coverings. Her nipples pricked, hair stood on end and she shivered. She was scooped up once more with a little shriek quickly ‘shush’ed.
“You really should have listened before, I was only trying to help you out.” She lost the floor, all that solid remaining a filthy man, her arms clinging tightly to the priest holding her vulnerable form moved her back over his lap, “I was attempting to ensure you were prepared, but it appears your pride is too great to accept my generosity.” Her legs grazed the chair, only for her stomach to meet the previous imprint, now very much unclothed. It was warm, pulsing and drooling precum on her midsection.
Seera froze, fear draining the fight from her. She was lifted further, cunt rubbing over the tip of his cock. It was so thick. Even with preparation, she doubted she had the give to accommodate even the head. Seera whined in despair. Father Mercy’s breathing gravelly, torn, almost pathetic. He held her to his chest, her head next to his, fronts pressed into one another, her naked breasts compressed uncomfortably. He rutted against her dripping cunt, catching on her clit and making her hiss harshly as though the burst of pleasure burnt. “It’s… It’s not going to fit!” Seera sobbed, scared and pleading.
He caught on her slit, Seera jolting up as straight as his hold would allow, “I promise you, I’ll make it.” He let out that bitter laugh. His words airy. Seera was lowered further, the slick of her making the initial entrance even harder, Father Mercy almost slipping yet pausing at just the right moment. There was simply no way it was going to happen. They were biologically incompatible, her body wouldn’t allow him in.
His hands dipped lower, slower, and with a lewd wet noise, she had been forced onto his fat cock.
Seera saw white, a guttural, animalistic noise of discomfort, pain, and arousal ripped out of her, “Hnggh-! C-Can’t!” Was all she managed to get out. Her cunt stretched obscenely, her insides ached.
Seera was given only a few seconds to recover, before she was forced even lower. This time she shrieked, vision going white over a very different feeling. So. Full. The concerning ache was bleeding into sheer leg shaking pleasure. He was ruining her, groaning gently in her ear like a newly wed groom with his virgin bride. Far more love and gentleness in his demeanor than anything akin to the vulgarity his partner was experiencing.
At this point he had to be leaving a visible outline on the pudge of her tummy. Further, Seera shot up once again, mouth open yet no noise left. Her body felt like it was going to split, so full, so so full. Spread so wide. She came, cunt attempting to clench yet finding it was so fucked open it couldn’t even tremble around its violator.
The Father noticed, groaning and dropping her until their pelvises were flush.
Another wave of pleasure, tortured whimpers and gasps were all she could give as her legs quaked. His thumb had gone to her clit, rubbing steady circles. Too much. Loud moans, and Father Mercy’s lap felt a whole lot wetter, “Oh.. You’re so much easier than I th-thought you’d be.” He ground up into her now limp body, her chest heaved with the labour of catching up after having forgotten to breathe.
It was odd, showing her kindness now of all times. Petting her soft white hair, leaving her seated still. He waited until her shaking had mostly calmed.
One, maybe two minutes had passed before he had become impatient once again, grabbing her just under her ass and finally lifting her. He huffed, the friction incredible, before lowering her again.
“Hhhrck–!” Her words, if she were capable of producing any, were slurred together as she drooled, head hung forward, eyebrows tightly knit. It was cute. Her body marked, claimed by his hands and mouth, stomach distending more and more grossly as she was lowered. Her nipples slightly puffy and agitated from when he had toyed with them. Her cunt oozing with her arousal.
He had to do this again.
Up again, down, manhandling her like she weighed next to nothing. Seera was used like a toy, Father Mercy practically masturbating himself with her limp body as she could do little more than occasionally tremble as her empty mind recognised she had came again. Brokenly whining without a thought of being overheard into the early morning. Loud slaps resonated as the skin of her crotch was slapped against him.
The Father craned his body forward, chair creaking as he shifted, taking a nipple from one of her generous breasts, a stirring whine coming with a little shifting. In spite of the abuse her lower body was actively facing, she proved uniquely susceptible to the manipulation of her great assets. He worked his mouth, careful to keep his teeth out of the way outside of the occasional drag, the hiss from the practically unresponsive woman in his lap worth risking any damage to the most beautiful part of her. Greedy suckling on her breast came to an end as he shifted to the other, more urgent. Shallowly pumping himself into her, twitching as he attempted to drink as though she had already carried his child.
His hips stuttered, pulling himself out almost entirely before standing up. Seera’s back met the table with an “Uhhff”, study books quickly shoved out of the way, reaching the ground with a clatter. One of her legs was left to dangle off the table, the other had her knee next to her head, compressed down by the body of a far larger man. Her tummy folded up, breasts pressed together, appearing larger than they already were.
Father Mercy slammed back into Seera, loudly huffing as he pounded into her. Her ass jiggled, rippling with the impact. The pressure forced the breath out of her lungs, making her noises far louder than ever intended. Their meeting making the filthiest sounds.
“Y-You’ll take it all, right?” He struggled out, rhythm growing erratic. “Seera.. Please.”
She wasn’t sure why he was begging. Seera was barely aware at this point, and he had no problem taking what he wanted before. But he sounded so desperate.
“O-Okay..” Seera wheezed out, not quite sure what she was agreeing to at this point.
Father Mercy stuttered to a halt, moaning in purest pleasure, twitching deep inside the poor girl mercilessly, “Thank-! Youuu!” He whined, flooding her battered insides. Pinned below him, breeding her with fervour. Gasping as her stomach bloated with his own come. Seera wriggled uselessly, unable to take anything more. Her body already pushed farther than reasonable.
The Priest lowered Seera’s leg, and then rested atop her. Head nestled into her breasts, eyes shut.
She unthinkingly raised her hand, raking her shaky fingers through his hair.
They laid together almost as long as Seera was used, boneless and sweaty until the morning birds had come out to begin their sweet chirping. Seera had nearly fallen asleep, yet now she was cold, and sore, and so sticky. All she wanted for was her cot, “Father..” she gently jostled him out of his state of rest, “The others will wake soon..”
Father Mercy sighed, before beginning to peel their gross bodies from each other, “You’re right,” He pulled out, the feeling of warm come trickling out of her making her shiver, “I must get ready for the day.”
His clothes ruffled again, “You will meet me again as usual. I’ll see you in mass.”
Seera heard his shoes click against the stone floor further and further away. She was so sore. Seera gathered her clothes, daring not putting her underwear back on unless they be soiled further. Her legs shook violently, using the table to hold herself up.
She would have to visit the lavatories, then return to wipe down the mess. Then maybe, she could afford a wash and a lay down before she was due to officially start her day.