CATH0LIC
Forgive Me, Father
I stepped into the musty confessional sitting down and taking in a small breath as my eyes adjusted to the faint glow of candle light in contrast to the bright rainbow colour light that streamed in brightly from the stained glass windows that depicted the apostles and saints.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned" I spoke reverently.
"Yes, My Child?" said the semi-familiar voice of one of the younger Reverends.
"I repent the sin of glutton" I repented remorsefully, abiding to the strict regulations placed upon each member of The Cathedral.
"How so, My Child?" The priest said his well rehearsed line.
"I have sinned by purchasing a bottle of water when I should have properly given that money to The Cathedral and God" I replied.
"Yes, My Child. That is also the sing of greed!" he said sternly yet a smile creeping into his voice.
"Yes, Father I repent of that as well and also of my current foolishness, I ask for forgiveness."
"My Child, you are forgiven of the sing you have committed by the Almighty God. May you seek his favour and abide in his wrath. Amen" He said as the final blessing.
As I shifted in my seat, preparing to begin my walk home, I was stirred by his voice.
"Forgive me, Evelyn, for I have sinned" I heard him say as I heard him draw his curtain and step out of his side of the confessional and approached mine.
Curious from how he knew my name , I responded with what he had said earlier "Yes, Father?" I asked as he drew my curtain and stepped into the cramped confessional with me.
Here I had a gull view of him and I recognized him as Reverend Way and he was, in fact, quite handsome. His ebony black hair teased at his structured and smooth jawline in a playful way, his vivid hazel eyes were shining in the candle light but had an unfamiliar glint to them. His black uniform was a stark image against the pale skin of his neck, hands, and face and his lips sat in a pleasant smirk upon his face. There the beautiful priest got down on his hands and knees in front of me and teased at the hem of my Sunday dress. I immediately shut my legs together and tugged my hem away from him and lower down my legs. A deep red flushed my cheeks as I tried to divert his attention.
"So how have you sinned, Father?" I begged desperately
" I repent the sin of lust, My Child" I looked up at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes and smirk upon his perfectly formed lips.
"H-How so?" I stuttered, my face growing hot. This was against every regulation of The Cathedral. I can't do this.
"Let me show you, My Child" he cooed, mischievously tugging at my dress.
I tried to protest but he held me down with his strong arms. I found my voice when he reached his head under my virgin white church dress and started kissing up my thighs and tugging at my underwear with his teeth.
"F-father!" I cried out " This can't be appropriate or Godly!" I protested.
I pleaded more desperately as I felt my panties drop to the floor. I was about to call out for someone but he interrupted and shushed me with his tongue exploring my unknown places, filling me with decietful pleasure that coursed through my every vein and artery. I let my head fall back and a loud moan pass my lips before snapping out of my sinful trance and beginning to try to pry his face away from my lap and out from under the skirt of my dress.
"N-no stop" I demanded. In response he held my wrists tightly to the walls of the tiny confessional and rammed his tongue back into me roughly, his teeth grazing my hot skin. I let the pain and roughness of my wrists pressing against the walls melt into the feverish pleasure that was knotting in my stomach.
I didn't notice that I was moaning until my moans turned into lustful screams of pleasure racking through my now unclean body.He thrusted his tongue hard into me once more, nipping lightly, before I finally cried out loudly and released myself into his slick mouth, panting hungrily and buckling my hips upward as I did so and clinging onto the pale exposed flesh of his hands.
He brought his head up from my lap and kissed me sloppily on the mouth so I could taste myself, then walked away curtly.
It was then that the full weight of what had happened hit me. My cherished innocence was gone and the bitter taste of upcoming wrath and punishment burned into my mouth mixing with the now repulsive and overwhelming taste of myself. I let the sobs hit my body in waves of regret and betrayal as I sat alone in the candle lit and lonely confession box.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned" I spoke reverently.
"Yes, My Child?" said the semi-familiar voice of one of the younger Reverends.
"I repent the sin of glutton" I repented remorsefully, abiding to the strict regulations placed upon each member of The Cathedral.
"How so, My Child?" The priest said his well rehearsed line.
"I have sinned by purchasing a bottle of water when I should have properly given that money to The Cathedral and God" I replied.
"Yes, My Child. That is also the sing of greed!" he said sternly yet a smile creeping into his voice.
"Yes, Father I repent of that as well and also of my current foolishness, I ask for forgiveness."
"My Child, you are forgiven of the sing you have committed by the Almighty God. May you seek his favour and abide in his wrath. Amen" He said as the final blessing.
As I shifted in my seat, preparing to begin my walk home, I was stirred by his voice.
"Forgive me, Evelyn, for I have sinned" I heard him say as I heard him draw his curtain and step out of his side of the confessional and approached mine.
Curious from how he knew my name , I responded with what he had said earlier "Yes, Father?" I asked as he drew my curtain and stepped into the cramped confessional with me.
Here I had a gull view of him and I recognized him as Reverend Way and he was, in fact, quite handsome. His ebony black hair teased at his structured and smooth jawline in a playful way, his vivid hazel eyes were shining in the candle light but had an unfamiliar glint to them. His black uniform was a stark image against the pale skin of his neck, hands, and face and his lips sat in a pleasant smirk upon his face. There the beautiful priest got down on his hands and knees in front of me and teased at the hem of my Sunday dress. I immediately shut my legs together and tugged my hem away from him and lower down my legs. A deep red flushed my cheeks as I tried to divert his attention.
"So how have you sinned, Father?" I begged desperately
" I repent the sin of lust, My Child" I looked up at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes and smirk upon his perfectly formed lips.
"H-How so?" I stuttered, my face growing hot. This was against every regulation of The Cathedral. I can't do this.
"Let me show you, My Child" he cooed, mischievously tugging at my dress.
I tried to protest but he held me down with his strong arms. I found my voice when he reached his head under my virgin white church dress and started kissing up my thighs and tugging at my underwear with his teeth.
"F-father!" I cried out " This can't be appropriate or Godly!" I protested.
I pleaded more desperately as I felt my panties drop to the floor. I was about to call out for someone but he interrupted and shushed me with his tongue exploring my unknown places, filling me with decietful pleasure that coursed through my every vein and artery. I let my head fall back and a loud moan pass my lips before snapping out of my sinful trance and beginning to try to pry his face away from my lap and out from under the skirt of my dress.
"N-no stop" I demanded. In response he held my wrists tightly to the walls of the tiny confessional and rammed his tongue back into me roughly, his teeth grazing my hot skin. I let the pain and roughness of my wrists pressing against the walls melt into the feverish pleasure that was knotting in my stomach.
I didn't notice that I was moaning until my moans turned into lustful screams of pleasure racking through my now unclean body.He thrusted his tongue hard into me once more, nipping lightly, before I finally cried out loudly and released myself into his slick mouth, panting hungrily and buckling my hips upward as I did so and clinging onto the pale exposed flesh of his hands.
He brought his head up from my lap and kissed me sloppily on the mouth so I could taste myself, then walked away curtly.
It was then that the full weight of what had happened hit me. My cherished innocence was gone and the bitter taste of upcoming wrath and punishment burned into my mouth mixing with the now repulsive and overwhelming taste of myself. I let the sobs hit my body in waves of regret and betrayal as I sat alone in the candle lit and lonely confession box.
Notes
Hey, hope you enjoyed it and that you don't think I am a complete psycho now anyways so uhm yeah....XOXO
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