Emmaline takes the Bishop's cock

"That is excellent my child. You are a most dutiful penitent," the Bishop said in a kindly voice. Emmaline's heart gave a little skip, thinking that she might have satisfied him, that her ordeal might be over.

Though it wasn't entirely an ordeal she realized as the panted, her fingers still teasing her sodden folds. He had yet to finish-- there was none of the familiar salty taste in her mouth, so he must just be encouraging her. Emmaline bent towards his meat once more, determined to make him explode this time. To her surprise his fingers tightened in her hair, preventing her from returning to his cock. She looked up into his implacable gaze, wondering what was wrong.

"That is enough of that, my child. As I said to you earlier, this night you will use all your tools and skills to seek redemption and salvation for your sister." He tugged at her hair and reached down to grasp her arm, pulling her up into the wide chair and making her straddle him, his thick hard cock resting against her belly, it's heat matching the wet heat in her pussy.

He let go of her hair and shoulder, staring up into her face with his cold eyes, his hands grasping her ripe breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs playing over the stiff nipples.

Emmaline couldn't deny that she ached to feel his cock inside her. She was far more ready for it than she knew she should be. The growing, aching emptiness had been building for some time now, although she knew somewhere in the back of her head that it was probably wrong. That felt normal at this point, though, natural. Of course she wanted his cock, she was horny as all hell.

What truly felt wrong was that, despite everything that he had done to her, everything that he was still doing, she wanted to kiss him. Emmaline stared into the Bishop's cold, cruel eyes, and for some reason she could not possibly understand, something was screaming for her to take his face in her hands an let her lips find his own.

It was something of an uncharacteristic miracle of restraint that allowed Emmaline to hold herself back from his face. Still, Emmaline felt herself filled with a strange, submissive joy as her eyes met his. Her hand reached down between her legs, finding the Bishop's cock and aiming it upward toward her entrance. Somehow she couldn't tear her eyes from his as she lowered herself onto his cock, her eyes widening as if in shock as his thick cock split her folds, slowly filling her inch by inch, finally satisfying the **** ache that seemed to have taken over both her body and mind.

Emmaline rested there, enjoying the feeling of simply being filled, the sense of completion, of contentment and safety that his cock provided to her aching form. Then, masterfully, she began to move. Emmaline's hips rocked back and forth, ever so slightly at first, but quicker and quicker as she got used to the full size of his cock inside her. She planted a hand firmly on his chest for stability as she rolled her hips, her back arching, full lips parted to accentuate the erotic motion

The two held their gaze as she fucked him, the Bishop's eyes trapping hers, not letting her break away. His soft, strong hands kneaded and fondled her tits, teasing her nipples and squeezing the lush flesh. Emmaline gasped as he rolled one stiff nipple between finger and thumb, biting her lip at the sensations of his surprisingly skilled hands on her breasts and the mighty girth of his cock buried in her body.

She ground her hips against him, savouring the feel of his impaling shaft, quivering as she rubbed her engorged clit against its base. She gave a sharp gasp as one of his hands left her breasts and traced down her trembling belly to tease her pubic mound. Emmaline looked down at him, unable to look away from his cruel blue eyes, then moaned as his fingers found her clit, teasing it, rubbing around the swollen hood as she bucked on top of him.

She was getting close. The warmth in her pussy had turned to heat, and then to a fire that could not be quenched. She wanted to feel the quivering shudders of orgasm burst through her body, wanted to surrender mind and body to the spasms of pleasure. But she also wanted to please him, she realized.

It wasn't just to save her sister anymore, but also to do whatever she could to please the man that held his **** like a guillotine above her head. He seemed so calm as she rocked and rutted atop him, his girth buried in her eager hole. His eyes gazed into her, and once again she had the sense that he could read her every thought. His lips....his lips...she felt the desire....the urge...the need to kiss him. Her restraint was melting away with each movement of her hips, each touch of his fingers on nipple or clit, each movement of the thick meat inside her.

"You may do what you desire, my child," he said softly. Emmaline whimpered as she looked at him, writhing on his cock, wondering how he knew she wanted to kiss him. She gave another gasp as his fingers and cock teased her closer towards orgasm, his lips looking so delicious and inviting.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy)-- Shandy is the author of Fox in the Henhouse and The Peril's of Lisa-- please check out his stuff! :)