Abbé du Coulmier

RP blog based on Quills (2000). 18+ rpers only.

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when morning came, abbe du coulmier had not seen willow. hours passed and yet she had not left the room to join the other patients as they ate nor as they painted. concern across his features. this was unlike her, this he knew, and he was also conscious that he had grown so accustomed to her company that without it he felt lost.

he knew the night before had been filled with temptation that he had managed to deny but had ended up sinning in other ways. other ways where he could relieve lust but it had not been as pleasurable as the thought of her laying atop of him, making his heart pound and his moans escape like uncaptured melodies. music for their ears only.

as he walked through the halls, he is reluctant somewhat to go to her chamber. if only out of fear of being seen too much with her. but he soon knocks upon her door, before slowly opening it and walking in - quietly closing the door behind him as though not to disturb her or anyone who might have possibly seen him enter. but no one had. they would all think he was in the cathedral praying. “ you did not come for breakfast ” the first words that he says to her and they are such soft words. so innocent and tender. concerned. pure. he had missed her in the hours they had been apart. “ do you plan on laying in bed all day? ”

she had remained in solitude, doing her best to enjoy the moments alone. it was just as she had been upon first arriving in the asylum. alone, withdrawn from the rest of the world. now she did so simply to maintain distance from the beloved abbè. embarrassment flooded through her at the mere thought of their exchange the previous night. she had spoken too much, prompted him to think of something as sinful as touching himself to the thought of her. 

and then there was that part of her that only yearned to see him — to get to speak to him for even just seconds at a time. willow was luring him in, taking advantage of the kindness he could not help but regard everyone with. and he cared for her. she knew it so. he would come for her to ensure that she was well. at the sound of the rusted metal door opening, she could only feel her heart flutter in her chest. 

the blonde sat at the edge of her bed now, tilting her head so that she could look towards him. “ i was not hungry, ” she explained softly, forcing a smile upon her lips. she shrugged her shoulders casually, trying to seem as though last night had not occured. “ would that be so bad? ” she raised a brow, trying her hand at the playfulness she always regarded him with. “ how did you sleep, abbé? ” she couldn’t help but wonder whether the words that fell from her lips were meant to tease him some more. 

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“ no, but it would mean that i would not be able to see you as i like to ” he tells her in gentle tones. always so kind and soft with her, the same gentle nature he regarded everyone with. but it meant something more when it came to willow. he was attracted to her which was the worst thing in the world. to be attracted to a woman he could not have and should not love.

but then her words about sleep. sleep. did she know? did he look any different to how he had before he had sinned? “ i...i slept well, willow. did you sleep well? ” he answers the question as he always would but there is hesitance to him now as though he suspects something that she also may. the fact he had compelled himself to half sin at the thought of her. and now, her being in bed, seemed all the more inappropriate as he stood there. keeping his distance.

he is fiddling with his robe, his palms smoothing down the front as he stands there, looking down at her as she remains settled there. his green eyes look towards her with that usual innocence. like a young man being caught in the devils gaze. she was a vixen after all, but he had also seen her as a woman. a woman he adored and found his heart racing for. he slowly saw the glint in her eyes, clearing his throat as he tried to force a laugh, “ are you...are you teasing me?”

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abbecoulmier‌:

alone. when he is alone he does the forbidden half sin. his hand, wrapped around himself in his chambers. he has not done this before and yet, it feels pleasurable but more so at the image of her in his mind. her bare body - how naked she would be - and how curvaceous…and he would beg her for more, he would beg her for mercy.

but it did not feel as satisfying as having her here with him in the room. in his chambers where his robe was open, exposing the skin of his chest. when he reaches completion, he stares into the darkness. the charneton is so quiet now at night. and he realises how alone he truly is. how much better it would be to have her in hie embrace, and close to his chest. he would be able to feel her heart and he’d be able to touch her. hold her in his arms and whisper lovers words. he knew each day he was getting closer to submitting to her.

his eyes look into the darkness and he does not know how much time has passed. the walls are still silent. it must still be late and yet despite the exhaustion that overwhelms him from his previous action, he cannot sleep. his mind too settled on willow and how much longer he could resist. how much longer he could be without her kisses.

a half sin. she had committed one just as well. perhaps only, because she could not fulfill her body’s most inner desires. she had done this before. a woman of the night such as herself had become quite accustomed to her own body. comfortable. it was something she was forced to be. it had always been enough in the presence of other men. she would part her legs before them and touch herself after they have finished with her if only to bring herself to a climax. but now as she laid in her chambers, dress hiked up to expose her lower half, she could not feel the same gratification.

perhaps because nothing could quite compare to pleasure brought about by uniting oneself with a person they adored. and oh, how she adored francois. she wanted him in ways that exceeded the body. and while she had never laid more than an innocent hand upon that of her beloved abbé, she could not help but merely watch the ways her heart grew for him each day. but it seemed there was no point. he would always reject her and send her off in her chambers. he would brush her off and eventually, come to ignore her completely. he would force his body and mind to forget her. and then perhaps his heart as well. 

but even now, he carried pieces of her as she had him. the soft gaze of his eyes would forever be etched across her mind. an image that would bring her comfort and warmth during the loneliest nights. like this, where she left herself breathlessly panting in the wake of her climax yet feeling so empty. it was a dangerous thing to think herself unworthy of feeling if not for the company of the abbé. but night came and she had eventually fallen into sleep. there were no nightmares. just dreams, thoughts of all of the words which she could only speak in dreams such as those. 

morning came too and willow had decided to remain locked within the walls of her chambers. perhaps only then would she coax the man she longed for to see her for himself. 

[abbecoulmier]

when morning came, abbe du coulmier had not seen willow. hours passed and yet she had not left the room to join the other patients as they ate nor as they painted. concern across his features. this was unlike her, this he knew, and he was also conscious that he had grown so accustomed to her company that without it he felt lost.

he knew the night before had been filled with temptation that he had managed to deny but had ended up sinning in other ways. other ways where he could relieve lust but it had not been as pleasurable as the thought of her laying atop of him, making his heart pound and his moans escape like uncaptured melodies. music for their ears only.

as he walked through the halls, he is reluctant somewhat to go to her chamber. if only out of fear of being seen too much with her. but he soon knocks upon her door, before slowly opening it and walking in - quietly closing the door behind him as though not to disturb her or anyone who might have possibly seen him enter. but no one had. they would all think he was in the cathedral praying. “ you did not come for breakfast ” the first words that he says to her and they are such soft words. so innocent and tender. concerned. pure. he had missed her in the hours they had been apart. “ do you plan on laying in bed all day? ”

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“…touch myself?” his voice is so quiet. it’s a whisper as though even saying that is a sin. he suddenly feels very shy, and he can feel the blush creeping onto his cheeks after having risen from his neck. he feels hot beneath his robes - and felt that even removing them wouldn’t help. the conversation was too heated for that. but - perhaps touching himself would help.

beating himself to the image of her in his mind - imagining what she looked like beneath her gown and what she would sound like if she moaned. how would her lips part? how would her chest rise and fall? the mere thought made him feel aroused, but he’s standing now - keeping his distance from her - and his hands tied together, fingers lacing in front of himself as though he wasn’t sure how to hide away from her. he wasn’t sure what to do. he was lost. a lost lamb being tempted by a lioness to run into the fields and away from the herd.

“i…we…we should not be having this conversation, mademoiselle. you should be in your room.” he’s abrupt with her - perhaps even sharp - but it isn’t because she has done anything wrong, it’s because he’s so tempted to give into her. to give into kissing her or give into touching himself. he feels on edge. he feels as though she’s tempting him with sin and he’s too vulnerable - too easily influenced and manipulated even by her.

“ please, willow, go to your room “ he’s pleading with her in a whisper - the same way he would plead with her in his dreams, in the images in his head, begging her to touch him, kiss him, and let him have her. it’s such a weak attempt to get her to go. to leave him by himself. but if he was by himself - in the room  - then he was at risk too. too aroused to leave, perhaps he would half sin as she had suggested.

to touch himself. a suggestion that was almost spoken with guidance, as though coaxing him to do just that when he was alone in his chambers and overfilled with desire. desire for her. perhaps the solution would have appeared less malicious if not for the fact that this had been her fault, her doing. she had tempted him with her words, with the motion of her body underneath the loose fabrics of her nightgown. she had compelled him to see her in such a way and now she was asking him to do something about it. “ yes, ” she whispered out in a soft voice. it was almost innocent-sounding. 

for a second, she wonders whether he is truly considering it and it seems she has only done herself damage in the process. because now she cannot help but think, too, of what he might look like in such a compromising position. she imagined the buttons of his shirt undone as he laid upon the expanse of his bed. curls messy and breaths even messier. his groans, soft and erotic as he would work against himself for the first time. and he would think of her. he would wish for her to be in his company on top of him, riding him into submission. and he would spill over the edge, his pretty mouth falling open as he would try to keep himself silenced. she could only squeeze her legs together at the mere thought, a soft breath forced from her lips. but then, reality. 

she blinked, watching as he dismissed her so sternly. she opened her mouth to protest. night had yet to befall upon them. would he come to visit? “ i am sorry if i have angered or offended you. ” she could not look at him without facing the possibility that she might throw herself upon him. “ you are right. ” she nodded, swiftly pushing her weight off of the wall. she could feel nothing but heat radiating through her body. 

“ i should go. ” she quickly pushed forth as she stepped past him and rushed in the direction of her chambers. perhaps, for some privacy of her own. 

[abbecoulmier]

alone. when he is alone he does the forbidden half sin. his hand, wrapped around himself in his chambers. he has not done this before and yet, it feels pleasurable but more so at the image of her in his mind. her bare body - how naked she would be - and how curvaceous...and he would beg her for more, he would beg her for mercy.

but it did not feel as satisfying as having her here with him in the room. in his chambers where his robe was open, exposing the skin of his chest. when he reaches completion, he stares into the darkness. the charneton is so quiet now at night. and he realises how alone he truly is. how much better it would be to have her in hie embrace, and close to his chest. he would be able to feel her heart and he'd be able to touch her. hold her in his arms and whisper lovers words. he knew each day he was getting closer to submitting to her.

his eyes look into the darkness and he does not know how much time has passed. the walls are still silent. it must still be late and yet despite the exhaustion that overwhelms him from his previous action, he cannot sleep. his mind too settled on willow and how much longer he could resist. how much longer he could be without her kisses.

[abbecoulmier]

"...touch myself?” his voice is so quiet. it’s a whisper as though even saying that is a sin. he suddenly feels very shy, and he can feel the blush creeping onto his cheeks after having risen from his neck. he feels hot beneath his robes - and felt that even removing them wouldn’t help. the conversation was too heated for that. but - perhaps touching himself would help.

beating himself to the image of her in his mind - imagining what she looked like beneath her gown and what she would sound like if she moaned. how would her lips part? how would her chest rise and fall? the mere thought made him feel aroused, but he’s standing now - keeping his distance from her - and his hands tied together, fingers lacing in front of himself as though he wasn’t sure how to hide away from her. he wasn’t sure what to do. he was lost. a lost lamb being tempted by a lioness to run into the fields and away from the herd.

“i...we...we should not be having this conversation, mademoiselle. you should be in your room.” he’s abrupt with her - perhaps even sharp - but it isn’t because she has done anything wrong, it’s because he’s so tempted to give into her. to give into kissing her or give into touching himself. he feels on edge. he feels as though she’s tempting him with sin and he’s too vulnerable - too easily influenced and manipulated even by her.

“ please, willow, go to your room “ he’s pleading with her in a whisper - the same way he would plead with her in his dreams, in the images in his head, begging her to touch him, kiss him, and let him have her. it’s such a weak attempt to get her to go. to leave him by himself. but if he was by himself - in the room  - then he was at risk too. too aroused to leave, perhaps he would half sin as she had suggested.

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“how much longer do i have to keep swallowing my desires for you?” / @abbecoulmier​

she had not openly asked him to withhold the desires he felt for her. but there still seemed to be something stopping them. willow’s desire, perhaps, not to taint the reputation of the beloved abbe. she did not want to be that person — the whore or temptress with vices only the devil could create. she wanted to be good, a woman of virtue. but it was francois and the way she could evoke the blush of his cheeks with just a few simple words. it was his smile and the way his heart shined from his eyes. it made her want to tempt him. not to ruin, but to pleasure. 

“ you ask a question that it seems only you can answer, ” she retorted, almost quietly. willow toyed with the fabric of her white gown, watching him with curious eyes. “ if you so do desire it, you can have my lips on yours in seconds. ” seconds. to think there was only a few strides between them. such little space. she could kiss him. “ we can be joint in ways that exceed friendship if you so will it. ” she wasn’t flirting any longer, instead stating what had unfolded in the depths her mind. such damning thoughts, worthy of punishment. “ i will always give you what you want. ” she would do anything for him, a power he could take advantage of if he wished to. 

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she was saying words that tempted him. his own words came from a place of desperation. desperate to know how he could ease these desires for her and how he could potentially stop them. but did he wish to stop them? on this question, he had no answer. this had been the question that only encouraged him to sin. and, as a result, inflict violence onto himself for straying away from his devotion to the heavens above.

he was meant to be protecting willow like every other patient in his care. he was meant to be sheltering her, feeding her, and teaching her a better path. but it seemed he, himself, had strayed from the path he had meant to be leading her on. long nights in her chamber, reading books and poetry to her - as well as whispering prayers that had begun to sound like lovers whispers by now. so husky in his lowered voice and by the shine in her eyes that she would look at him with. but he had vowed celibacy. and what would he gain from pleasure with her? a fleeting kiss in return for a permanent sinful stamp on his reputation?

“ seconds? ” seconds. her lips on his own. muffling moans and whispers of confusion that were bound to come from him. how could he feel such things? oh, but he was just a man and this is what needed reminding. a man with his own weaknesses and vices. a man who had dedicated his entire life to celibacy under the lords command and yet willow attracted him beyond the physical. but the physical was what bothered him. the physical was what tempted him beyond attractions of the mind and emotion. and now they were alone, a dangerous thing to be.

“ i know, and that is the most dangerous of sins ” greed. he could so easily fall into being greedy for her - with the knowledge that she was so willing to give him whatever he wished for. he runs his hand through his fluffy dark curls, pushing locks of hair back. his green eyes, bright and even more evident upon his features now. “ i don't have an answer for my question. i think i might burst or...or erupt from witholding and yet there...there's no good to come from giving in, is there? ” naive ignorance. a whisper from the innocent and beloved abbé. his eyes are so striking when he looks at her - longingly and yet like a deer on edge, hearing a gunshot in the distance.

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"You steady me and stir me all at once." (From Ivy)

“You say that as though it could be a bad thing” He whispers after a moment as they stand together. He knows their relationship has remained a secret and he is still feeling the pressure of the elders expecting him to leave soon. After all, she was better and cured from the impact of her grievance.

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❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .

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❛  the  first  time  i  met  you  ,  i  had  no  damn  idea  i’d  love  you  this  much  .  ❜ ❛  i  wish  i  could  just  protect  you  from  everything  .  ❜ ❛  i  noticed  you  .  how  could  i  not  ?  ❜ ❛  i’ll  hold  your  hand  the  whole  way  through  ,  don’t  worry  .  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  .  so  much  .  you’re  all  i  fucking  think  about  .  ❜ ❛  you  are  made  of  comets  and  stars  .  do  not  let  anyone  treat  you  as  if  you  are  dirt  and  dust  .  ❜ ❛  i  love  how  i  can  just  look  at  you  and  be  happy  .  ❜ ❛  i  woke  up  and  the  first  thing  i  wanted  was  you  .  ❜ ❛  i  love  everything  you  hate  about  yourself  .  ❜ ❛  pinky  -  promise  me  you  won’t  leave  .  ❜ ❛  i’m  always  tired  but  never  of  you  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  it  ,  you’re  my  person  .  ❜ ❛  you  are  the  peace  i  crave  in  this  chaotic  world  .  ❜ ❛  now  i  wish  we  never  met  because  you’re  too  hard  to  forget  .  ❜ ❛  i’d  pick  your  thunder  ,  i’d  pick  your  rain  ;  over  anyone’s  sunshine  any  day  .  ❜ ❛  you  steady  me  and  stir  me  all  at  once  .  ❜ ❛  and  then  i  knew  that  i  could  become  homesick  for  you  too  .  ❜ ❛  i  just  want  to  spend  forever  getting  high  off  what  it  feels  like  to  be  around  you  .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  got  something  they  don’t  .  ❜ ❛  what  a  plot  twist  you  were  .  ❜ ❛  i  told  the  stars  about  you  .  ❜ ❛  stay  .  i  need  you  more  than  you  think  .  ❜ ❛  you  still  feel  like  home  .  ❜ ❛  come  over  here  and  make  my  clothes  smell  like  you  again  .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  kiss  you  and  it  kills  me  .  ❜

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He pauses for a moment. He knows that he would be giving up such a large part of his life for her. But it seemed the right thing to do, considering they were living in sin at the moment. Perhaps if they were to marry then they may be favored. “I think I would not regret such a choice. I think...I think I will request my clerical rank to be taken away. So that you and I...can marry and no longer live in sin”

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He laughed a little at her words, soon falling upon her. His head resting against her ample bosoms. He had loved such an act. It was so much better than when they had first made love. “i think that was an improvement from our first time, don’t you?” he asks quietly, his fingers softly drawing shapes upon the skin of her stomach and thighs.

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“Yes, a vast improvement.” Sansa wrapped her arms around Abbé, her fingers brushing through his dark curls. With his head rested against her chest, surely he could hear how her heart was racing. Laying there in bed with him, it almost felt as if they were truly married. He had given her his name, but only to keep her safe. Once he returned her to her family he would return to his duties and she would have to live without him. The thought made Sansa want to cry. It would be selfish to ask him to give up the church for her. So Sansa kept silent and simply stared up at the ceiling.

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He is quiet for a moment. He listens to the beat of her heart that soothes him. It relaxes him in such a way he wonders if she can tell. But it is the silence that bothers him. His dark eyes looking up and toward her, “What are you thinking?” he dares to ask her as of she has something upon her mind. He knows that in moments like this they should only feel bliss and yet she seemed so troubled that he couldn’t quite comprehend it.

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“Once we reach my home…we won’t be able to share nights like these. You will have to return to the church and I will have to live as if our time together never happened.” Sansa’s eyes were locked with his and she feared just what he would say. “A selfish, terrible part of me wishes that it didn’t have to be that way. If you were not an Abbé then I would wed you if you asked.” It didn’t matter what anyone else would say. She was a highborn lady and he was just a simple Abbé. And yet he had taken her to bed and claimed her virtue. To some that was enough for them to be wed.

[abbecoulmier]

He is quiet. He knows her words to be true. They would be separated and he would return to the church and behave as if nothing had happened between them on their journey north. “Perhaps...i could request to remove my clerical rank. Perhaps...we could be wed, if you will love me for it.” His voice is so soft as he says it, head lifting so he cab look down at her slightly. He was offering to remove his role as an abbé, if it meant they could be together. In love.

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silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason. “Shhh, we have to be quiet, my love.” Sansa whispered, pressing her hand over Francois’ mouth to ensure his silence. They had gone to the church in Winterfell for innocent reasons at first. But they kept sharing heated glances and next thing they both knew they had slipped inside one of the confessional booths to satisfy their carnal urges. Sansa had rucked her skirts up over her thighs and slipped down her smallclothes as it was far too cold outside to remove anything else. She was in his lap, one hand planted against the wall and the other covering Francois’ mouth to ensure his silence. 

[abbecoulmier]

He cannot keep quiet. There are such urges inside of him that he simply cannot hide. Her upon his lap does not aid to soothe the desire that runs through him. He needs her and now in the confessional box, it seems he will be given her to satisfy him. But he knows they are at risk. Anyone could notice them. Anyone could walk in on them and catch them in such a carnal act. His hips are grinding upwards against hers, trying to soothe the ache beneath his breaches. Almost begging her to help him so with his silent actions and the hungry look in his eyes.

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He laughed a little at her words, soon falling upon her. His head resting against her ample bosoms. He had loved such an act. It was so much better than when they had first made love. “i think that was an improvement from our first time, don’t you?” he asks quietly, his fingers softly drawing shapes upon the skin of her stomach and thighs.

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“Yes, a vast improvement.” Sansa wrapped her arms around Abbé, her fingers brushing through his dark curls. With his head rested against her chest, surely he could hear how her heart was racing. Laying there in bed with him, it almost felt as if they were truly married. He had given her his name, but only to keep her safe. Once he returned her to her family he would return to his duties and she would have to live without him. The thought made Sansa want to cry. It would be selfish to ask him to give up the church for her. So Sansa kept silent and simply stared up at the ceiling.

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He is quiet for a moment. He listens to the beat of her heart that soothes him. It relaxes him in such a way he wonders if she can tell. But it is the silence that bothers him. His dark eyes looking up and toward her, “What are you thinking?” he dares to ask her as of she has something upon her mind. He knows that in moments like this they should only feel bliss and yet she seemed so troubled that he couldn't quite comprehend it.

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He laughed a little at her words, soon falling upon her. His head resting against her ample bosoms. He had loved such an act. It was so much better than when they had first made love. “i think that was an improvement from our first time, don't you?” he asks quietly, his fingers softly drawing shapes upon the skin of her stomach and thighs.

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His thrusts have become more rough now, going deeper inside of her so that they can both hear the slapping as he goes balls deep within her. She is so beautiful. And he is so full of lust for such a holy man who had vowed a life of celibacy. It is not long before he cums within her, a low groan coming from him as his face buries against her neck, his body contorting as if he's trying to cum as deep as he can within her.

It is now that he finds himself to be panting, but he wishes her to cum too. He withdraws from her, cum dripping from the tip of his shaft. His fingers replacing where his cock had once been as he inserts three digits into her, his thumb playing with her clit as he wishes her to cum. The bed is a mess. The covers are disorganised and no doubt it was clear two lovers had been present. Husband and wife. “Cum for me, my love” he huskily tells her. Words that should not come from such a holy man. “Let me taste you on my fingers”

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He can feel how bare they are with one another. How his cock is now pressed against her wet pussy. He didn't hold back. Now he has done one push, burying himself inside of her and it felt so much better than the first time. She was more wet. More warm. Lubricant as if she truly wanted this. His lips are upon hers, muffling their moans as he begins to thrust within her. No other man would have her now. It would be just the two of them. She was his now and belonged to him, even if Joffrey found her, she would be in no state for another man to claim her. “You're so wet...moan for me...let me cum inside of you...” he whispers in a husky voice, desire lacing his words entirely. He wants nothing but her. No one but she.

[abbecoulmier]

He can feel how her body reacts to his acts and he continues to use his tongue. Francois wanted to hear her moan - he wished to see her be brought to her ecstasy, for her to orgasm against his tongue for him to taste her. He was conscious that this was a sin, but his mind and his body was so full of lust he could not dare to think as perhaps he should.

Right now, he could only think of what pleasure he wants - and what pleasures he could give to her. His hand grasps at her hind pressed, laid against the bed. He grasps it tightly with his fingers - only managing to hold part of her buttocks due to the position she laid within, but his grasp is so full of lust. So hungry for her as if he has been starved. When she had came for him, he lifted his head and seemed to dominate over her - his hands tugging at her shift to remove it entirely - so she was free of the cloth that covered her. “You moan as though you are an angel” he huskily told her, his hair messy and no doubt, still in the throws of passion with her.

[dead-girl-in-repose]

Sansa rose to her feet and cautiously approached Abbé. She stood before him, the light from the fire catching the red in her hair and making it shine like polished copper. The fine linen shift she wore did little to hide her naked skin and underneath she was as bare as one could be. “I think I know a way that it could be pleasing…” Her soft hands came to cup his cheeks and gently she tilted his head up so their eyes could lock; emerald against sapphire. God, what had she become? One taste of lovemaking and she was slowly morphing into some lustful, hedonistic seductress.

Leaning down slightly, Sansa pressed her lips to Abbé’s. This time she would be the one in control. The first time she’d been too timid and too embarrassed to do anything. She’d stiffened up and that had made everything worse. Climbing into his lap, Sansa allowed her arms to wrap around Abbé’s neck as she kissed him. If she was a sinner…then so was he.

[abbecoulmier]

Abbé obeyed her command as though they were truly husband and wife. She wished him to touch and kiss her and so he did. His hands moving against her breasts, fondling them with his hands as his lips cascaded kisses down her neck and to her collarbone. He wondered if this would be truly what it was like if they were married. If she truly did take his name. Did it mean they would always find themselves in moments such as this? Overwhelmed by lust?

He moved them both gently onto the bed nearby, the few seconds where they were not as close as they had been was agony. But it was soon soothed as he seemed to lay her down delicately, crawling atop of her. And hitching her gown up so he could see her naked body in the light. It made his heart only beat louder and louder. He was overwhelmed by what he wished to do to her. As if there was not nearly enough time. His lips kissed down her body slowly, along the bare skin of her stomach and down to her thighs. His eyes looking upon her, and his hands are still fondling with the pink erect nipple of her breasts. Before his hands drag down to her hips, curvaceous, child bearing hips. He does not know what he is doing. He has read it in books from Marquis de Sade and he knows it is forbidden. He knows this is taboo but he wishes to please her. “Relax” he coaxes to her, wishing her not to stiffen up as she had so done before. Now, his lips are on her most hidden of places. He kisses her labia, before his tongue extends to gently stroke and strum her clit as if she is an instrument for him to make music with.

[abbecoulmier]

[ family ] My muse escapes the family madness and arrives on your muse’s doorstep, to hide from her crazy relatives, who are driving them mad

Abbé du Coulmier had been spending the evening reading by the candlelight. His imagination running wild with thoughts that occurred just by the words on the page. He found contentment in his own company, but being in a village such as this, he had found that community meant a lot. He enjoyed the dinners, the dances, all part of keeping them close knit. Welcomed.

A knock disturbed him. He put down his book, slowly rising as he went to answer the door to see the familiar face at his doorstep. “Good evening, mademoiselle” he greets, stepping aside from his door slightly to welcome her in. “I take it that you are needing rest from so many relatives with so many questions?”

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[bravexgirl]

Ivy steps into his home, her cane tapping the floor boards to help her find her way. When she feels herself drawing nearer to him, she lets her cane fall to the floor with a clatter, her hands reaching for his face as she leans in to kiss him. It is a frantic, hungry kiss, as if she had been waiting all night for their lips to meet. She pulls away after a fee seconds, only to catch her breath.

"They won't stop asking me why I want you to stay and when I will be ready for you to leave. I tell them I am still grieving, but they notice the way I am happy again. I cannot continue to lie to them. My love for Lucius is tucked into a small corner of my life, a part of my life that is over. I no longer long for him and I feel guilty that my love for him does not exist in the present moment anymore. All of the feelings that had consumed me for him are now directed at you. I cannot tell them that."

[abbecoulmier]

His hands raise to rest upon her waist and draw her closer as well as to support her without her cane as their lips meet. Hungry and tender as they always seemed to be. He had missed her no doubt, his feelings for her overwhelming him with each moment rhat goes by. The mere thought of her has him wishing to surrender to her and convey to the world that they are lovers. “Then what will you tell them? They expect me to leave soon, and I cannot lie to them anymore than we have.” it makes his heart ache. He is in love but there are so many complications to that. His clerical rank. He also worries that the village will think he has taken advantage of her grief.