The Final Confessional

She is a nun. You can tell by her gait, by the sound of hobnailed boots on the polished stone, and by the way her rosary clinks against her sabre. ”Forgive me, Father, for I have a question to ask.” Her voice is soft and sultry, a perfumed whisper behind veil and habit. ”Are you the replacement?"

You begin explaining about the Hierophant’s absence, but she interrupts you.

"Good." Her voice has taken on a new edge, harder and harsher, but it keeps its whispered allure. "Stand up and whip out your cock."

You undo the latches, catching a glimpse of her face. Dark fabric, bordered white, hides her hair, and a thinner shroud obscures her temple, eyes and nose. She has painted her naked lips a rose-red crimson and parts them to flash you white teeth and a bright smile. Your cock twitches, not yet hard but hot against your leg. The head tents your pants and you grab it, mumbling some meaningless courtesy.

"Father?" she whispers. "Shut up. Stand up and gimme your dick. I’m in no mood for simpering prattle or inane questions. I need to do penance, and so I need you to fuck my throat. So stand up and whip out your cock."

You undo the buttons and obey. A chilly draught makes you shiver, but she scoffs at your attempt to rub yourself hard. Your cock fits the hole and her first kiss fills it with blood. She runs her tongue along the shaft and cups your balls. Each slurp makes you harder and soon you are stiff as a board, blue veins throbbing along the towering cock.

"Nice," she says and then whispers something, the words warm on your tip. "Almost."

Cold spit drips to the church floor, and her clothes rustle as she busies herself away from your pulsing member. You groan a complaint, but the next kiss is electric. Her hot lips engulf the head first, but she does not stop. Soon her gacks and gasps fill the church, and your dick bulges her throat. A choked moan escapes her lips, betraying her arousal.

"Fuck!" She spits you out long enough to draw in air with wheezing breaths. "Fuck! Ahhh -- Maaahh! Fuck!"

You can hear her move her hand between her legs, fingering her wet sex with **** need. Another orgasm makes her scream, and she muffles herself by swallowing your length again.

"Glllk -- glllk..." Her head bobs faster and faster, her swirling tongue **** for your seed. "Glllk -- glllk..."

The dark wood of the confessional is sticky with your juices, more and more dripping past her lips to stain her garb. Your tip twitches deep inside her, and her tightness jerks you deeper. She bangs her hands against the wall, desperately trying to get a better grip. You groan and push your groin towards her and towards sweet release.

She swallows the first the first spurt, then spits you out. You aim your pulsing cock down on her, shooting her with thick goo as she hacks up the first load. She moans and slurps, letting more streak across her face or cling to her veil.

You do not assign penance, other than allowing her a last few licks to clean your filthy length. She mutters the Sinner’s prayer nonetheless. Rosary beads click through her fingers, gold against Feyish silver and Rosewood against amber.

"Thank you, Father," she says in rising.

A little time has passed.

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You catch a glimpse of her veiled face through the heavy curtain. A strand of ash-blonde hair has come loose, the tips matted with your seed. More cum sticks to the corners of her mouth and dries on her chin. She smirks and strides away, her ass swaying with each hobnailed step.

You follow a short while later, kneeling before the altar to thank the Spearwielding Saint for her generous mercy...