Yeah. So, as someone who loves Moira OāDeorain from the hit game Overwatch, I was enamored by Project Hail Mary.
Never mind the fact The Martian has been my comfort movie since forever, and that I love space, and that I thought Ryan Gosling was Garrett Watts when PHM was announcedā¦
The canon well has almost run dry so I'm busting out the AU's, it's religious convent time. If you're unaware, a convent is a community of nun's (that's you) who often live under strict vows such as chastity (that's also you, virgin). A convent is lead by a Mother Superior (that's Moira). Just a little bit of context for you- also, this ones a little longer buttt worth it methinks.
Content: NSFW || (Religious) Coercion/manipulation || Dubcon/noncon depending on how you look at it || Soft dom Moira || Religious themes + guilt || Reader is AFAB and referred to as : Sister, Lamb, Sweet thing. || Moral corruption || Fingering || Finger sucking || Crying || Virginity (taken) || First Orgasm
Smut under the cut ( Ė Ā³Ė)ā„
You could have sworn your breath was steaming in front of you against the cold winter air within the Abbey, despite the pull to walk away and hide in your quarters you pushed yourself to march forwards down echoing cobbled corridors. Vespers were to begin in 5 minutes, everyone would already be gathered in the chapel so there was no chance of being seen-
"And where might you be off to, Sister?" You tunnel vision was interrupted by the tall cloaked figure of Mother Superior O'Deorain rounding the corner. You near bumped into her before stepping away and bowing your head to hide your flushed cheeks. "I- Nowhere mother." "I certainly hope not, for you should be on your way to the chapel and you're running in quite wrong direction for that."
Caught
"Now I advise you tell the truth before I have to write another report regarding your lateness and general absence from prayer rec-" Your heart sank at the idea of another formal disciplinary, any more and you'd be send away from the Abbey. "Please don't! They'll- Please don't write to the Priest again Mother, I beg of you-" "Beg not my child, speak the truth and all will be forgotten" Her expressed remained as it always did, reserved and unintelligible. You sighed in resignation, rolling the soft cotton of your veil between your fingers.
"I was on my way to confessional, Mother." You couldn't possibly tell her any more.
"And could this confession not wait until after your nightly Vespers?"
You shook your head. Glancing up past the floor you felt your lips loosen. Guilt plagued your mind and heart and fear of god made you tremble. "I must get this off my chest or I fear it will drag me through the floor, Mother. There's a horrible feeling in my heart, and-" Before you could weep any further a slender finger was pressed to your pouting lips. Before you could protest she had wrapped her arm around your shoulder, a firm grip leading you down the hallway...towards confessional.
She opened the door for you, the dark shadowed box seemed to suck you in. As you perched onto the wooden bench you felt tears begin to well in your eyes again- this couldn't be happening. You couldn't confess to her, no matter how badly the sickness in your heart was begging you to do. She lit and passed you a small candle, intended to show God's presence at the scene. You didn't want him here. Not right now. you were so enveloped in your thoughts you hadn't noticed her shut you in and take her own pew, just the other side of the divider. Her sharp features only barely made out by the residue of your own candle light. You had never been so privileged to sit so close to the Mother Superior, let alone gaze at her features. Her strong brow was furrowed and you noted her eyes closed lightly in prayer. "We may begin whenever you are ready, Sister" You sat in silence for another minute, in deep contemplation. You had only been part of the Abbey for four months now- the lifestyle suited you well; a rigid schedule, lack of worldly possessions and no pressure to conform to the whims of men, other than God. You slowly drew a cross over your chest with your shaking hand.
"In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen. Bless me Mother, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession."
"And how have you sinned?" Her voice was quiet and calm.
Your whole body burnt under your Habit, sweat forming on your brow and saliva gathering into your mouth. "I- I have been.I-" You took a deep breath. "I have been experiencing thoughts- and... and feelings that I am unfamiliar with. And they are against the will of god." It was a lie that you were unfamiliar. Ever since secluding yourself with the women of the Abbey you'd felt nothing but these 'feelings'. Especially for Mother O'Deorain. Even before taking your vow's you'd felt the pull to dedicate yourself to a life with women- and now you'd had all you ever wished for you couldn't help but feel like you were not serving God. Even now, with her leading voice so close you felt your stomach turn with undeniable lust.
"These feeling, sweet one. Tell me about them. How they manifest in your body." Your breath caught in your throat as the air shifted.
"It feels like fire. Hot fire burning in my chest and- and." You trailed off, unable to finish.
"You feel it in your heart, in your stomach and in your loins." Her tone was firm, as if she was so sure of herself, like she had felt this feeling before. You hesitated. "I didn't think you would understand." You felt her shift in her compartment. And suddenly the door to your cubicle was open, exposing you flushed, teary and vulnerable. Her looming figure blocked all light save from the weakening candle, and as she bowed her head through the low doorway the gust of chilling air that followed blew the flame out entirely, plunging you into darkness. Your heart almost leapt out of your chest. Would she help relieve you of these feelings weighing you down? Your mind raced with questions- lust was between a man and a woman, what could she possibly do to you?
Her eyes were shadowed as she gazed down her nose at your trembling body, hunched and hiding within itself. She beckoned with two fingers for you to rise, and you did so silently. She then took a slender figure and feathered your face with it, wiping the salty residue of your tears across your cheek; her thumb tilted your chin upwards before probing around your slightly swollen lips. You felt under scrutiny, like she was making a blueprint of your face in her mind. She slid her finger into your mouth, warm and welcoming for her. All for a sudden the feelings you had been harboring for months were spilling out of you in all ways; gathering sweat, welling tears and slick gathering in your undergarments. As you went to speak her thumb pinned down your tongue, proper enunciation becoming impossible. "M-Mother I-" "Moira." You were taken aback by the proposal, nobody every referred to Mother Superior by her first name. You shook your head in protest- you couldn't disrespect her like that, never mind when she was being so kind as to help you with such little judgement. "You will call me by my name or I shan't continue, and you can fester in your sin until some other kind soul takes care of you." Her sudden harshness shot you in the heart, you were used to warmth and leadership from all your surroundings- to be met with a cold and demanding tone wasn't pleasant at all so you felt it best to oblige. Not to mention the desire in your chest was overwhelming as you felt your unmentionables throbbing painfully. "Moira-" She released your jaw, allowing you to speak. "Forgive me for my ignorance... but how could you possibly help me?"
It was then that Moira realized what exactly you were. Young, naive and virgin. She could convince you of anything- make you do anything. She gazed with perverted curiosity into your wide unknowing eyes. She knew of your attraction to her because she could feel the heat radiating from your body right now and she always note the audible nervousness whenever the two of you bumped into each other. She had you, very literally, in the palm of her hand. Moira wiped her now wet thumb across your lips, closing the space between you.
Slipping past you she sat on the bench, patting her knee. "Sit with me, I have much to teach you." You swallowed, discreetly. Was this truly orthodox? Was this going to help? You could only feel the desire between your legs growing with each passing minute. Moira looked at you darkly, "I will not have my generosity taken advantage of, Sister. might I remind you of the consequences of not correcting your behavior?" She was right- you had to do this, life without your Sisters was to be unbearable; so you must do as she says. As you lowered yourself on to her lap, with her thigh between yours the subtle relief was delicious, you felt the urge to rock back and fourth but resisted- instead grounding your hands into your lap. Moira's arms came around you, guiding you to lean back into her. "Have you every touched yourself, my lamb?" You squeaked in surprise at the probing question, unsure what the correct answer was. "Right... here?" Her hand moved to hike up your long skirt and cup your pussy, pressing her thumb oh so gently against your clothed clit. You shut your eyes tight as unexplored pleasure shot through your body. Moira tutted and cooed, "Ohh I don't think you have now, have you?" you shook your head defiantly ,"I- I did. Once. It's what I came to confess today." She feigned a gasp and asked, "And what did you do? That was so ungodly you felt such urgency to confess?" You shook your head again, too embarrassed and ashamed to answer. You felt her begin to rub gentle circles over your parts- places you didn't even know the name of, that you'd never been allowed to look at- until now. The onslaught of pleasure and new feelings overwhelmed you and you gripped her wrist to pull her hand away. "P-please. I cant- we cant." With unprecedented strength she removed your hand form her wrist, pinning your arms behind you and rendering you helpless to her advances- but her tone was heavy with lust and you felt compelled to submit as your mind clouded with how good she was making you feel- better than you'd ever made yourself feel. "I-It was after Vespers a night ago. I- went to bed and skipped my nightly prayer." Moira occupied her free hand with your lips again, running her thumb over them and wondering to herself if you'd ever allow her to kiss you. "And then what happened, sweet thing, what did you do? Did you pleasure yourself?"
You thought back to that evening, how desperate you were for respite from the dull tedious throb of your loins. You recalled pressing the heel of your own shoe into your parts during Vespers as you knelt at Moira's feet while she prayed over you and your fellow sisters. You then thought about what you did in your bedroom after the fact. "I took my pillow and- I- I rolled it up and I...I put it where it hurt..." Moira chuckled lowly, "And where does it hurt, lamb?" She hooked her other leg between your thighs using them as leverage to keep yours spread open. She nimbly slid her hand under the waistband of your modest panties, now soaked with slick. "Maybe... here?" She cruelly flicked your swollen bud and you cried out, feeling more than just pain; still, as you arched your body away from her she held you down. "Remember that this is what you wanted, you practically pleaded for my help and it's my duty to guide you through sin." Her words echoed around your empty head, you wanted this- you wanted this? You couldn't remember anymore.
You felt her fingers move beyond your clit and further down and your eyes grew wide with fear. She felt your change and hushed you, her left arm wrapping around your whole torso to keep you still. "Now now hold still, do not make this harder than it has to be. Trust in Mother like you always have and it will all be alright." You begin to gentle weep as two of her slender fingers dipped into your slit. "Please Mother no- please! I am saving myself, I'm a virgin- Please!" Your writhing and babbles fell on deaf ears. "Saving yourself for who Sister? No man, not even God can fill the chasm in your soul after accepting that the touch of a woman is all that you desire- ask me how I know." The sudden feeling of fullness cut your thinking short and made your breath halt as she slipped her fingers inside of your lubed pussy. Your mouth fell open into a moan as she begun pumping her fingers in and out of you, setting a slow but steady pace. "See, now that wasn't so bad was it?" You continued to weep and moan, pushing feebly against her in a weak attempt to stop her. "P-please M-Moira- I can't, I've never-" "Oh but you can my lamb, and you are.." You didn't know what you needed anymore- you desired her, you had needed relief for so long and she felt so good- like she knew every crevice of your body better than you ever could. Still somehow the feeling was so overstimulating and unheard of you couldn't help but fight back. Especially when the feeling of her restraining you, her arm pressed so tightly around you- the knowledge that you couldn't stop her, even if you really wanted to. It was excitement you had never felt before. It brought a morbid sort of comfort, not having to think or act for yourself.
You allowed yourself the freedom to whine and press back into her, breathing in and immersing yourself in her scent. She had always carried the aroma of the library with her, wonderfully aged books and blotting ink- as well as the rich fruity notes of red wine used for daily communion. "Awhh, where did all that fight go, hm? I thought you were saving your innocence? Or does it feel too good to stop now?" You felt her smile devilishly into the back of your head as she chuckled lowly. "I suppose a sweet, scared thing like you wouldn't have dared to believe a sin could feel so wonderful." While she pumped in and out- you couldn't help but notice an odd feeling in your stomach, a feeling that you didn't know if you liked. You felt it throb and twist like a coil begin wound and wound- prepping to snap. The pressure was almost anxiety inducing, what was happening to you ? "Can you feel it? The tightness building in your abdomen?" You gave a curt nod. "I- What's going to happen? It- It feels strange" She continued to fuck you slowly and rhythmically, and her thumb raised up again to press your clit gently. "Just relax and allow it to happen, you have nothing to fear in my arms- I would never do anything that would hurt you." You felt the feeling rise exponentially. "N-No I- It's too much Moira I can't-" You felt your breath hitch as the feeling overwhelmed you, you pushed and fought against her but there was no escape from her touch, heat or smell. When your stifled moans turned to wails of uncertain pleasure her hand came to close around your mouth. You huffed and puffed against her palm to no avail. "You can and you will. And you will never be the same- you will be enlightened, just wait!" She increased her pace to one too brutal and too fast, her knuckles were sure to bruise your sensitive skin; you clenched around her hard as you felt the feeling reach a peak, an end. You shut your eyes tight and cried out into her hand, arching your back into her fingers as she rolled your clit under her experienced thumb to take you through your first orgasm. You gripped, white knuckled, onto her thighs beneath you as your legs shook uncontrollably over hers. The pleasure was blinding, searing and overwhelming, weak tears began to flow again as you came crashing from your high. She made no complaints when your body shook and curled against her own, heaving deeply once she'd removed her hand from your face. "Shh Now breath and tell me you don't feel better, hm?" You took gasping breaths, focusing on how her hands provided a grounding grip on your shoulders, relaxing your limbs after being tense and curled like a withering spider. "I- I feel tired. I feel..." You shuffled to the side to face her better, getting a good look at her face now that your eyes had adjusted to the dark. You could see she was lightly flushed, her hair and collar tousled from where you'd fought against her. You noticed that aside from a light throb, the fire that had been burning in your chest for days has calmed significantly. "I feel...better- not so..." "Needy? Desperate?" You laughed faintly, "I Suppose...But- What happens now?"
Before answering she removed her fingers from your undergarments and placed them in her mouth. You noted how her tongue lapped up your residue and bookmarked the scene for later. Moira helped you rise to your feet and smoothed out your Habit, so there was no evidence of what had happened (aside from your very red face and shaky legs). "What happens now, is I want you to go to your chambers and think, not pray. I want you to ask yourself, if what you felt was a sin- if what happened between us wasn't right...then why would it have felt so good?" You pondered her point for a second before realizing that the shameful burn had also released you. Perhaps she was right.
"Now if these... feelings... should ever arise again, I want you to seek my company before it begins to impact your daily duties. Is that understood, Sister?" Again, you thought? These feelings could come back? Your heart sparked at the idea of another encounter such as this- perhaps elsewhere; in her quarters...in the garden...on the altar.
And with that, the two of you left to part ways- Vespers would be long over by now and it was time for a well-earned rest. Hopefully, you thought, filled with dreams of Moira.
wow that was really long thank you for making it all the way here. if you did. āø(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )āøā”
Now itās the color of the rot crawling up her arm, consuming her. Now itās the color of her lifeās grisly work and evidence that sheās chosen the most difficult way at every crossroad.
(I think she likes that dusty blue that her tie is in her scientist skin, or the pretty sea blue that her eye is. :))
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