Page 9 of The Fallen

Clearing my throat, I motion to a nearby chair. “I have been informed of your reason to see me, but I would rather hear it from your own lips. Far be it from me to force penance on you over a misunderstanding.”

Her delicate cheekbones stand out in stark relief as a light blush fans her face. So responsive. So innocent. So fucking ripe for the plucking. I grip my hand into a tight fist, wrapping it around the crucifix of my rosary until the sharp edges dig into my skin.

Yet one more thing to add to the list of sins I’ll need to do penance for. Far too soon, my back will be so scared and ragged. All because of this little omega who knows so little yet causes so much turmoil.

“I...” She trails off, looking lost and forlorn, like a sheep about to be slaughtered.

“You?” I prod, doing my best to look detached as she squirms in her chair.

“I had an ache.”

“I see. And have you had such an ache before?”

“No, Father Confessor. Not until...” Again, she trails off in that maddening way.

After a few silent minutes, she refuses to continue. Irritation slithers up my spine, taking hold in my brain. Soon, the telltale signs give me a warning. I need to calm down, and fast.

Thankfully, Sister Emily Agnes seems unaware of the effect she has on me. Sliding my chair closer, I take her hand in mine, tempering my touch to be more familial instead of the ravaging need I feel pouring through my veins like molten lava. “I cannot give you absolution if you do not speak.”

“I understand, Father Confessor. It’s just... It’s all rather confusing.”

“Then explain it to me. I’ve been in this abbey for many years and am familiar with many of the various plights of omegas.”

“I... I never felt this way until coming here. In my old convent, I never experienced anything like this. I never felt this... need. It’s the only way I can describe it.”

“And this need,” I growl under my breath. “What does it compel you to do? Not all needs are bad. Some needs are good and helpful.”

“I thought the same. I was under the misapprehension that it was merely my body conveying a discomfort in order for me to soothe it.”

“You have soothed yourself before then?”

“Not here. Not... not like this. Normally, it’s muscle aches and pains brought about by difficult work. This was something different, an agony I’ve never known before.”

I lean back in my chair and stroke my chin, looking the little omega up and down. Misery lines her face. It’s clear as day. Some sort of resolution will have to be made in order for her to feel better. Of that, I’m sure.

“Show me.” I’m playing with hellfire, and I know it.

“S- show you? Show you what, exactly?”

What exactly, indeed. I know exactly what I want to see. I want to see her pussy lips glistening with arousal. I want to see if they’re puffy with her need. Does her clit poke out and become hard during her bouts of lust?

Silence continues to hang in the air, heavy and oppressive, as I decide what to do. I’m already going to punish myself. Might as well give my body a reason to endure the pain. As her unease swirls around me, so does the lust.

My balls tighten up as she squirms about, looking so uncomfortable. Precum pearls at the plump head of my cock, smearing across my abdomen as the band of my underwear holds the shaft firmly against my body. As difficult as this is for her, I feel the agony as well.

This forbidden lust between us, this unholy desire we share, it will be our undoing.

Her fingers flutter over her working clothes as she bunches and releases the fabric. “The ache is between my legs.”

“And how did you relieve that ache?”

“I- Well, by rubbing. As I do with any sore muscle.”

Leaning forward, I steeple my fingers and place my chin on the tips. “I see. Well, that doesn’t sound so bad.”

The exhale of relief as she sags forward should make me feel bad for tormenting her this way, but I don’t. I am in at least as much, if not more, discomfort as she is. At least she’s been able to quell the need. Mine is still raging just below the surface.

“I must be sure, though. The devil is in the details, after all.”

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