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Story: The Fallen
His fingers continue to tease my clit as I drag my nails down the back, digging into his skin. If it hurts him, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his cock pulses deep within me as he growls in my ear.
With each powerful thrust, his chest grazes against mine, adding a tactile dissonance to the other sensations swirling through me. It keeps me on the splinter’s edge of passion, making everything in me quake with the need to come. Hisfingers dig into my hips, giving me that last bite of pain I need to finally let go.
I cannot hold out any longer. My fevered cries ring out into the room as my body explodes into a flurry of movement. Screams turn to sobs as relief rushes through me, leaving me wrung out and depleted. But he’s not done with me. Not yet.
His cock continues to pulse within me as he seeks his own passion. Soon, he bends low and swipes his tongue over my shoulder. I shudder as the cool air eddies in, dragging shivers up and down my spine. As he slams into me again, his teeth notch into my skin, holding there as he continues to move.
Something else throbs at my entrance, something large and insistent. He shoves his way in, nearly splitting me open as he stretches me out wide. Pain and pleasure coalesce over me until I cannot tell one from the other. With a mighty roar, he clamps his teeth down into my skin, breaking through.
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I can’t find words or sounds to convey the sensations washing over me. But even as I feel as if I can’t take any more of the pain, it morphs into a slice of agonizing pleasure. Nikolai’s absolution fills me, scalding my insides as he roars his completion against my ragged skin.
Now, I understand.
Like Eve, my eyes are open. I see both good, evil, and neutral.
Now that I know the truth, the bliss we both can find in each other’s arms, I can’t go back. Even if I contemplated that ever being an option for me, I know I can’t go back.
I crave this. I crave him. I need his body in me more than I need air.
My mind fractures as something worms its way deep into my heart. I only thought we were one before. Now, I feel the tendrils of our connection weaving around us, binding me to him in a way I never thought possible. A bond. I hear the word shimmer in the air, but he doesn’t speak it out loud. His lips never move.
It’s delicate, like the brush of a butterfly’s wings, yet strong like spider webs. He’s inside me now. It’s more than just his anatomy joining mine. He’s a permanent part of my soul. The other half I never knew I was missing.
“And they shall be one flesh,” I murmur, my eyes drifting shut.
Before I can fully slip away, he pulls out of my shoulder and laps at the wound, making my stomach flip with every swipe of his tongue. He says nothing as he eases up and pulls me forward. But then, he doesn’t have to.
Naïve as I am, my body knows what to do. My soul knows how to make us complete. It takes no prodding at all for him to ease my lips to his skin. I dig my teeth into his chest, aiming for just above his heart.
Through the bond, I feel the bite of pain as if it is my own. It shouldn’t cause my pussy to spasm, but it does, tightening around his girth, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me.
“Such a naughty little masochist,” he teases through gritted teeth as I lap at his wound as he did with me.
Suddenly, the small, minuscule webs turn to cords. They’re thick, rivaling Father Draven’s former cinctures. They wrap around us, revealing our secrets. Through the bond, I watch and feel the pain my presence caused, the torture he put himself through to keep me safe.
Tears prick my eyes as I pull away and look up at him.
There’s a massive difference in knowing he suffered and actually seeing it, feeling it as it happens. Guilt slams into me, threatening to turn this happy moment into one of sorrow. “I-”
He stops me before I can say another word. “Shhhh, my precious sacrifice. None of it matters anymore. You’re mine now. Any pain was well worth it.”
With a groan, he turns us over, allowing me to rest on him without his bulk suffocating me. I lie my head against his chestand listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Not that I need to hear it. I can feel it beating inside me as if it were my own.
Even with growing up in the convent and being around the Sisters here in the abbey, I always felt alone. Now, for the first time since I can remember, I belong. No apologies, no confessions. Just me.
“I wouldn’t say no confessions,” Nikolai murmurs, running his hand over my head. “Even though we are no longer members of the clergy, I still plan to put you on your knees as often as I can.”
“Only if it is your absolution I draw into my body.”
He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now then, what is a reprobate Sister and an excommunicated priest to do now?”
“You tell me,” I giggle, snuggling into his warmth. “You’re the brains of this operation.”
With a groan, he lays an arm over his eyes. “It wasn’t my brain doing all the thinking, thank you kindly.”
My eyes grow heavy with each passing moment. Soon, the sun will rise, and Game Night will be over, leaving us at the mercy of the Church. Somehow, I find that I’m not afraid. I have, after all, survived being a virginal sacrifice. I’m sure I can handle anything else thrown our way.
A smile tilts my lips as I kiss his nipple, eliciting a groan from his lips. “Wherever you lead, Father Draven, your lamb will follow.”
“Excellent answer.”
With each powerful thrust, his chest grazes against mine, adding a tactile dissonance to the other sensations swirling through me. It keeps me on the splinter’s edge of passion, making everything in me quake with the need to come. Hisfingers dig into my hips, giving me that last bite of pain I need to finally let go.
I cannot hold out any longer. My fevered cries ring out into the room as my body explodes into a flurry of movement. Screams turn to sobs as relief rushes through me, leaving me wrung out and depleted. But he’s not done with me. Not yet.
His cock continues to pulse within me as he seeks his own passion. Soon, he bends low and swipes his tongue over my shoulder. I shudder as the cool air eddies in, dragging shivers up and down my spine. As he slams into me again, his teeth notch into my skin, holding there as he continues to move.
Something else throbs at my entrance, something large and insistent. He shoves his way in, nearly splitting me open as he stretches me out wide. Pain and pleasure coalesce over me until I cannot tell one from the other. With a mighty roar, he clamps his teeth down into my skin, breaking through.
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I can’t find words or sounds to convey the sensations washing over me. But even as I feel as if I can’t take any more of the pain, it morphs into a slice of agonizing pleasure. Nikolai’s absolution fills me, scalding my insides as he roars his completion against my ragged skin.
Now, I understand.
Like Eve, my eyes are open. I see both good, evil, and neutral.
Now that I know the truth, the bliss we both can find in each other’s arms, I can’t go back. Even if I contemplated that ever being an option for me, I know I can’t go back.
I crave this. I crave him. I need his body in me more than I need air.
My mind fractures as something worms its way deep into my heart. I only thought we were one before. Now, I feel the tendrils of our connection weaving around us, binding me to him in a way I never thought possible. A bond. I hear the word shimmer in the air, but he doesn’t speak it out loud. His lips never move.
It’s delicate, like the brush of a butterfly’s wings, yet strong like spider webs. He’s inside me now. It’s more than just his anatomy joining mine. He’s a permanent part of my soul. The other half I never knew I was missing.
“And they shall be one flesh,” I murmur, my eyes drifting shut.
Before I can fully slip away, he pulls out of my shoulder and laps at the wound, making my stomach flip with every swipe of his tongue. He says nothing as he eases up and pulls me forward. But then, he doesn’t have to.
Naïve as I am, my body knows what to do. My soul knows how to make us complete. It takes no prodding at all for him to ease my lips to his skin. I dig my teeth into his chest, aiming for just above his heart.
Through the bond, I feel the bite of pain as if it is my own. It shouldn’t cause my pussy to spasm, but it does, tightening around his girth, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me.
“Such a naughty little masochist,” he teases through gritted teeth as I lap at his wound as he did with me.
Suddenly, the small, minuscule webs turn to cords. They’re thick, rivaling Father Draven’s former cinctures. They wrap around us, revealing our secrets. Through the bond, I watch and feel the pain my presence caused, the torture he put himself through to keep me safe.
Tears prick my eyes as I pull away and look up at him.
There’s a massive difference in knowing he suffered and actually seeing it, feeling it as it happens. Guilt slams into me, threatening to turn this happy moment into one of sorrow. “I-”
He stops me before I can say another word. “Shhhh, my precious sacrifice. None of it matters anymore. You’re mine now. Any pain was well worth it.”
With a groan, he turns us over, allowing me to rest on him without his bulk suffocating me. I lie my head against his chestand listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Not that I need to hear it. I can feel it beating inside me as if it were my own.
Even with growing up in the convent and being around the Sisters here in the abbey, I always felt alone. Now, for the first time since I can remember, I belong. No apologies, no confessions. Just me.
“I wouldn’t say no confessions,” Nikolai murmurs, running his hand over my head. “Even though we are no longer members of the clergy, I still plan to put you on your knees as often as I can.”
“Only if it is your absolution I draw into my body.”
He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now then, what is a reprobate Sister and an excommunicated priest to do now?”
“You tell me,” I giggle, snuggling into his warmth. “You’re the brains of this operation.”
With a groan, he lays an arm over his eyes. “It wasn’t my brain doing all the thinking, thank you kindly.”
My eyes grow heavy with each passing moment. Soon, the sun will rise, and Game Night will be over, leaving us at the mercy of the Church. Somehow, I find that I’m not afraid. I have, after all, survived being a virginal sacrifice. I’m sure I can handle anything else thrown our way.
A smile tilts my lips as I kiss his nipple, eliciting a groan from his lips. “Wherever you lead, Father Draven, your lamb will follow.”
“Excellent answer.”