Page 28 of The Fallen

I’m not so cruel as to subject the rest of the Sisters to our depravity. Only her. Only my little Emily.

She’s a vision in her habit as she eases into my room, much like the first time I disciplined her. I should have known then there was no hope for either of us. Now, since everything is permissible on Game Night, I can claim her and force the courts to make her mine for all eternity.

“Kneel.”

A smile graces her face as she obeys me.

“Open your mouth. Tonight, you will take a new type of communion.”

The trust and innocence shining in her gaze nearly steals my breath. Parting the bottom half of the priestly robe, I show her my engorged cock. A gasp flits from her lips as she takes in the length and breadth of me, making me pulse before her very eyes.

Ever so slowly, she opens her mouth wide and tips her head up, ready to accept me into her mouth. With one hand, I keep the robes open. With the other hand, I cup her head and bring her forward, easing past her lips. The instant my precum touches hertongue, she laps at my underside, moaning softly as she savors my taste.

“That’s it, little lamb,” I groan. “Drink me up. Draw my holy seed into your body.”

Her movements are slow and clumsy, awkward even, but that’s to be expected. I don’t anticipate perfection. Honestly, it’s what I find so endearing about her. There is no pretense. There is no false enthusiasm. Everything is new to her, a discovery that keeps me on my toes.

Murmurs of praise fall from my lips as I do my best to keep my movements gentle, but soon, need wins out. Gripping her hair, I hold her in place as I saw in and out of her mouth, taking over as I fuck her hard. Soft whimpers and keening cries vibrate around my shaft, but the scent of her arousal assures me she’s more than fine.

She wants this.

She craves this.

She desires me above all else.

My balls clench to the point of pain as my knot swells. Hopefully, this release will allow me to take her maidenhead gently. Doubtful, but there’s always a chance. Holding her in place, I come into her mouth, smearing my essence over her tongue to infuse her with every bit.

Her lips wrap around my girth as best as she can, as she sucks hard, draining me into her body. “Fuck,” I cry out, rocking back and forth as aftershocks of pleasure ripple down my spine. “Good fucking girl.” I ease out of her mouth and motion toward the bed.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

Chapter Eighteen

Emily

Ilook up at my unholy priest, my mind buzzing as the musk of his seed paints my lips and coats my tongue. How can it be his turn when I have nothing like the apparatus flagging before me? So much I still don’t understand, but I’m so grateful for such a tutor.

As I rise from the floor, he wraps his hands around my waist and eases me onto the bed so my legs dangle down. Just like last time. Does he mean to punish me as he did just days before? Arousal gathers at my entrance at that thought. Somehow, the rougher he is, the far better I seem to enjoy it.

Once he has me where he wants me, he slides the hem of my habit up, exposing my wet pussy to his gaze. “Beautiful,” he whispers into the air, as fervent as any prayer.

This time, it’s his turn to get down onto his knees. His hot breath fans my delicate skin, drawing a soft moan from my lips. Everything is so sensitive, so needy, so... so much. It’s overwhelming.

The moment his fingers skim my clit, I bow up, desperation clenching my insides. “What is it they teach you Sisters? Patience is a virtue?” He drops his fingertips onto my clit with a light smack.

It’s not as hard as when he’s punished me, but it makes me burn from the inside out until I’m sure I’m about to melt onto the bed. Soon, something else touches me. It’s hot and wet, wriggling about my clit, drawing the most exquisite sensations from my body.

As his fingers tease my entrance, my brain finally clicks into place. It’s his tongue. It has to be. That’s what he meant by it being his turn. From between my thighs, he feasts upon me, devouring me as if I were his last meal.

I can’t see him under the habit, but somehow, that makes me feel him even more. He prods my entrance with his fingers, easing them in and out. Still, it’s not enough. It’s not deep enough, not rough enough. But what I need, I have no words for, no experience with.

Exasperated moans rip from my throat as I toss about on the bed, somehow both over and underwhelmed at the same time. When he finally looks up from between my thighs, his lips glisten with the unholy nectar from my body.

“Tell me, omega. What do you need?”

“You,” I cry out. “All of you. I- I ache. I crave-.”

“I hear you, sweetling. Take off your habit and lie naked on the bed.”

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