In which Father Charlie, the symbol of faith and loyalty, succumbs to his own temptations as the restraints of his inner beast are broken free, allowing it to roam and pursue it's desired prey.
mean!price who was a mercenary but gained the title of a baron when he aided the king during the war. with the lack of man power, the group of bandits were seen as saviors from the common people. therefore the king had no choice but to reward them, much to his dismay.
but price, who knew the ploys of powerful rich men, wanted more than a title which had no guarantee of safety for him and his men. he wanted a noble wife fron a distinguished lineage who will give him heirs and a name that will remain untouchable.
the king, having no daughters, procured the daughter of a marquis. much to the chagrin of the marquis who had to send his one and only daughter, renowned as the flower of spring, to a mercenary.
however, upon the wedding night, the veiled bride turned out to be the marquis hidden illegitimate child who bore no reassemble or sophistication of a noble woman.
instead, a scrawny woman who couldn't even hold her head up high was his bride. nothing like the infamous woman he was promised.
furious, price could not even retaliate as he was given the daughter of a marquis as promised, even if it was an illegitimate child.
price returned to the battlefield instead of residing with his new bride. leaving her to fend for herself in a castle where she held no true name. the servants and the maids paid her no mind.
she was a baroness in name only and remained a ghost within the foreign walls of her new home.
the years passed by until her husband finally returned, only in a coffin. a battle taking his life after playing with death for so many years.
however, on the day of his burial the once dead man came back to life, with only her name on his lips.
the hateful man who detested her so intensely clung to her as if she was his lifeline.
as she took care of him, a man who lost his memories but only she remained, she slowly realized the man who came back to her wasn't her husband, but a being that did not belong in this realm.
even so, she could not bear to let him go. the lonely girl craved the warmth that only he gave to her.
however, it wasn't long before the unknown entity and the soul of the dead man clashed and both vied for her affection.
(price making a deal with an unknown entity as he was on the verge of death, he wanted fame of his name. he gave his body so he could return and gain what was rightfully his, glory.
however, caged in his own body, his soul forced down to the deepest and darkness part of his being, price gained affection as he watched the play of romance between the entity wearing his face and the wife he neglected.
for once price desired something beyond greatness, but what was once rightfully his, was given away by his own hands, to the beast who refused to give it back)
Synopsis : In which Father Charlie, the symbol of faith and sacrifice, succumbs to his own temptations as the restraints of his inner beast are broken free, allowing it to roam and pursue its desired prey.
a/n : please read part one before reading this one. i have not watched the show, only saw one too many clips of it and wrote this. nothing is probably accurate so read it for fun. might write another part but as a bonus chapter but i'm not sure yet.
ACT IV
She managed to get through the first stone arch, past the tower and the church. Now, she just needed to get to the second building, where their personal quarters were.
Her thoughts were filled with doubts but there wasn't time to linger on them as she finally entered the quarters. Her heart gradually slowed down from their rapid palpation. She made her steps as quiet as possible and stuck close to the wall.
She could only hope she wouldn't encounter anyone.
However, as if her worries were meant to come to life, just as she turned into a corner, she ran into someone.
She flailed back and tripped on her own feet. Before she could stumble even more, she was held back by a strong arm.
They held her close to their chest and her fingers tightly gripped the cloth on instinct.
It took her a moment until she realized what had happened, and looked up at the person holding her.
The person she saw, was the last person she wanted to see, Father Charlie.
His face was grim. The furrow of his brows and his pursed lips were a contrast to the usual kind expression he wore. This was the second time she had seen this expression, and she didn't like that it was yet again pointed at her.
"I'm sorry Father, I didn't see where I was going," she tried to move away, slightly pushing at his chest when she felt resistance.
Even at her persistence, he did not let her go.
Through the dim hallway, candles wax dripped as they hung up the walls of the corridor. The candles provided enough light where she could confirm his strong gaze was indeed directed at her.
She whispered his name this time, hoping he could come to his bearing.
"What nightly affairs keeps you up at night," he whipered her name softly at the end. She froze and he took the chance to rest his other hand on her lower back.
Her mind wandered to where she had been minutes ago, but surely, he couldn't have seen her. She barely managed to make it through the quarters even with her rapid pace, how he could have seen her and been here at the same time ?
A quick excuse was on the tip of her tongue, "Late night prayers seem to be one. They are a great comfort to me," she hastily said.
"Prayers that couldn't wait until the next day? Surely even the lord would appreciate a moment of rest," before she could retort back, he spoke again, letting her go but grabbing her by the arm instead. "Come along, if you insist on praying, I shall assist you under these trying times,"
Her feet glided along the floor, she tried to yank her arm back, but his fingers were like claws.
She started to stammer, "Father Charlie, please, I apologize," by then, she could feel the panic overwhelming her. But he acted as if he didn't hear her.
"Please, I should go back to my dwelling, m-my worries have been put to rest," she kept pleading. She wasn't familiar with the corridor she was in anymore.
She did not belong in this area nor within his arms reach, she knew that much now.
She even considered screaming but the panic had her throat closing up.
By his luck, he managed to drag her along until he came to his chamber. He was quick to push her inside and closed the door shut.
He faced the door while she faced him.
She wanted to melt away, back in the shadows where she was nobody and nothing could hurt her.
Instead, she was forced to face him.
Through her confusion earlier, she wasn't paying much attention to him, but she realized now that Father Charlie was unstable.
He was breathing heavily, and the hand that had long let her go, kept clenching and unclenching as if the muscles in his hand were straining.
She wanted to speak, the words kept forming yet stuck in the back of her throat.
He turned around before she could act.
He had a stern look and she trembled momentarily. She didn't know what to do under his stare.
A moment passed where neither of them moved. She kept fidgeting while he kept staring at her.
With a deep sigh, he approached her.
She flinched just as his hand reached her.
"Sit," even as his hands trembled at her visible rejection, he gestured to the chair leaning against the wall.
She took a hard gulp, which was heard in the small confine of his room.
A man's chamber was not where she belonged, especially not of Father Charlie.
Charlie moved as if everything was normal. He went to the large cross hanging up on his wall. He touched the familiar figure's feet with his right hand then touched his forehead followed by both his shoulders before finally letting his fingers rest on his lips.
When he turned around, he looked at her expectantly. "Won't you pray, sister," he raised his eyebrows. But she remained as stiff as always.
Seeing her shivers in fear, he dragged a hand over his mouth.
With wide steps, he crossed over to her and descended on his knees. The sight made her eyes widen. She tried to rise up but he held both her arms and forced her back into the seat. "I did say I'll help you," he looked at her intently and she almost forgot to exhale.
Gently, he placed a palm on the top of her head and brought it in a bowing motion. Then his fingertips slide down her forehead to lightly press on her eyelids.
Even with her eyes closed, her lids trembled.
"Let us pray," he murmured.
It felt wrong. The way he spoke, the way he held her, was wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong, repeated over and over in her head.
His own head bowed and he slowly leaned it against hers. She could feel his body heat and the gentle caresses of his disheveled hair on her forehead.
She nervously rolled her ankles when he took hold of her hands again.
"Divine above, I seek your light and love. Cleanse my mind, body, and soul of any negativity or burdens I carry. Purify my thoughts and intentions, and fill me with peace and clarity. Help me release what no longer serves me, and guide me toward healing..."
She tried to follow his words but the anxiety gripped her tightly. It seemed he was aware of it as his prayers trailed off.
"What bothers you, sister," he spoke yet he didn't lift his head. Instead, he moved his head slightly until his cheek rested on her own, the skin he touched tingling until she was practically shivering.
She stopped breathing as the warnings were blaring in her head now.
"Please let me go," she begged.
How long had he wanted to hear her beg for him, how sweetly she did yet her words felt like a knife twisting in his pounding heart.
A dark chuckle left past his lips until he was full on laughing, one of his hands slapping his crouched thighs.
Before she could react, he gripped her jaw. His fingers digging in the skin.
"Let you go?! I haven't even had you, yet you try to escape from my embrace?" he snarled before getting up.
He pointed a finger in her face, loose strands of his hair hanging on his forehead, his eyes sharp. "You think I don't know, about the letters, that damm tree, I should of cut off his limbs the second he touched you," his face flushed red.
He kept pacing back and forth yet she could only react to his words.
He knew, oh God he knew, that's all she could think about.
"No, no look at me, at me," he gripped her cheeks forcing her lips to pucker. His eyes glanced down at them.
Her swollen lips bitten raw by another man.
With a growl, he licked the sensitive skin, not kissing her just biting and pulling the skin, lapping up until they dripped of his own spit. Red from his own lips and teeth.
When he pulled away both were panting. Her eyes were wide in shock and his were dark. He finally caved in and had a taste of what he always wanted. He couldn't let her go now
She fought to get up of the chair but he forced her down.
"Stop, please," the cries resonated but his fingers did not stop.
He hooked one finger in her mouth and another under her tongue. He pinched her tongue and said her name once. Stern and quiet and she froze. Tears clung to her lashes as she looked in his somber eyes.
He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, as if he was soothing her.
"It's okay, everything is okay, I'm sorry I scared you," His words were meant to be comforting but his actions weren't.
He slowly stroked the side of her face, trying to reassure her. It briefly worked until one of his fingertip slipped under her high collar and touched her flesh.
Before she could react, he pulled at the cloth on her neck. He opened the buttons of her habit, one by one. Tugging and pulling but never ripping.
She sat quivering in the seat, too afraid to move or speak. Every time she tried to speak, she only managed to stutter before she swallowed her words. Embarrassed of her own weakness.
Charlie kept praying to her, the prayers he spoke sounded almost like curses.
He got in her face when she looked away. Tilting his head down, he forced her to look him with a nudge of his fingertip on her chin.
His fingertip felt like stone, a simple touch forcing her still. She couldn't move and could barely find herself to breath.
Everytime he approached her, she kept flinching, afraid.
As he used her frozen form to his advantage, he managed to unbutton half of her habit.
His eyes, which kept flickering between her eyes, with a yearning she could not understand, glanced down at her chest.
His sharp intake of breath broke her haze.
Under her buttoned up robe, her corset peaked through. The tightly wound fabric pushed up against her breasts and the laces crossed over until it was in a perfect bow.
His eyes clouded over, his mouth salivating.
He didn't even unbutton the rest of it before he ripped the robe with his hand. Buttons ripped free, some dangling by a tread. Her loud gasp covered up by the ripping.
His trembling hands shook as they hovered over her spilling breasts. He crouched over her, like a beast preparing to savor his meal, curving his body until she could feel the heat of his body.
The dry gulp he managed to push down irritated his throat even more. But beside his thirst, a surge of rage pulsed through him.
"Does he love you," he muttered, teeth nearly biting her lips from how close he was when he spoke.
He pulled the laces that held her waist in shape. Her mouth fell open as she felt the air leave her lungs. He opened his mouth above hers, breathing her in, panting along with her. Her eyes clouded over in tears, her lungs straining as he ripped the air from her lungs.
Even through the haze, she could understand the words he spoke.
The former nun believed sacrificing her beliefs was the only form of love she could give him. She knew she loved him, and she hoped the same of him.
Yet doubts crept in. They had long resided inside of her. The missed letters, his absences at their rendezvous, his lack of eagerness when they did meet.
However, before she could ponder more, Charlie spoke, almost sneering as he fed into her doubts.
"God loves you, and as a servant of God, it is my duty to do the same," his own eyes were rimmed red with anguish. She could feel the light brush of his lips as he spoke.
He ravaged her mouth moments ago, but could not bring himself to kiss her.
She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks which he gracefully licked and sucked until her cheeks bruised.
"How could I praise the lord, w-with my viles acts, he would not forgive me..."
He pressed his nose into her cheek, his hands cupping the curves of her breasts over the bustier. They were tempted to creep up and touch the flesh but he resisted.
"Then I'll be your Lord, praise me, worship me and I'll have you just as you are," as he spoke, he forced her on her feet.
He ripped the rest of her robe, revealing the tight corset. The loose straps flowing down her arms as her chest heaved. The skirt she wore remained clasped tightly on her hips, but even then, she felt as if she was being devoured her by his eyes.
Charlie could not bring himself to admire her, afraid that if he lost himself in her now, everything will be in vain.
He yanked his own collar and unbuttoned his habit. When she took this chance to push him, he merely stopped and forced her forward, in the corner of his room.
The corner held a basin filled with holy water. The same basin where he had buried his face in, hoping it would cleanse him of his sins after striking his own back raw.
She whimpered as he held one arm under her breasts forcing her lungs to contract while the other one lifted her face by her cheeks, forcing her to look at herself in the small mirror he kept.
She kept squirming when the heat of his naked chest dug into her back, momentarily making her dizzy.
He buried his nose in her cheek slowly dragging it in her hairline. Smelling her until she filled his lungs and he breathed her out.
"Please, please," when he felt her struggle again, his fingers wound around the laces and with one yank of his hand, tightened her corset and pulled until she couldn't breath. Her mouth fell open and the veins on her throat made his teeth ache.
He trailed his tongue over it, tracing it before sucking lightly. He could feel her gasps yet he could not find it in himself to let go.
Even her choking face was beautiful.
"It's okay it's okay, I'm right here" even though she pleaded to be released, he only comforted her, acting as if her pleads were of needs.
He would of kept her in his embrace if she hadn't let out a wail, his hand quick to force itself between her teeth.
She bite furiously, her teeth breaking his skin yet he took it as if she was marking him as her own.
However, a sudden exasperation grew inside of him.
She just kept denying him, his dark impulse took over.
With a swift movement, he bent her over, forcing his thighs behind hers. He held her around her waist and forced her to lay flat with his own weight.
He only stopped lowering her when her hands slapped the wall as she hung over the basin sink. Her face close to the water. She let out a cry, which he paid no mind.
He made sure to situate her before going on his knees. He clasped both her ankles in one of his hand, forcing her to keep the position.
Using her delirious state to his advantage, he used his other hand to lift the bottom of her skirt until he forced it to scrunch up on her lower back.
The position had her opening herself up to him completely.
What was presented before him was beyond anything even heaven could offer. The thin undergarment was soaked, the dark patch in the middle had him panting.
With an inhale, he pressed his nose in her covered hole. The damp fabric emitting her scent and lightly wetting his nose.
He pulled back only to use his free hand to move one cheek, watching as the fabric moved until it settled between her slit.
He did the same with the other until the thin fabric was curving over her sex.
Her bulge made him feel parched. He could faintly see the shape of her lips and the swollen clit above it.
He carefully pinched the lingerie before tugging the tight cloth over her clit, making her jump and hiccup.
However, it did not seem she will let him have his way.
She tried to kick back at him with her feet.
Charlie would of let her continue to struggle. If only she hadn’t tried to bang her weak fist into the wall, surely to wake up the clergy next door.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
He was quick to command her back under his thumb, "Naughty naughty girl," he crept up her back, curving himself in her spine and held her fist. She hung her head and cried quietly. Her pleads returning.
However, Charlie's patience ran thin.
He gently caressed the back of her head, placing one final kiss on her hair before pushing her head in the basin.
Forcing her to drink the holy water drenched in his sins while he went to drink from his between her legs.
Undisturbed, he went back on his knees and lifted her until her feet rested on his thighs. He angled her enough to keep her head submerged in the holy water.
With a gentle smile, he was quick to kiss her fat mound. Illiciting a twitch which shuddered through her whole body, her toes digging into his skin.
He moaned happily at the ache she caused.
He dragged one of her foot in his palm until it was over his crotch. The pain she caused him, only turned to pleasure.
She wiggled her feet but he was stronger, forcing his hand down on her foot, keeping it on his aching length.
Charlie was slowly losing his sanity, her scent an intoxicating fragrance.
He peeled open the fabric and salivated when her arousal clung to it.
With a rough tug, he dragged her underwear to her thighs, too impatient to take it off completely.
With her bending over, it took no effort to peer though her sensitive parts.
Her glistening lips a warm welcome compared to her cold touch.
He let out a light breath, the warm air hitting her cunt which made her hips temble.
He could of admired her until dawn emerged, but his tongue hung heavy in his mouth, his throat dry.
He looked straight at her tight hole and tilted his chin until he could spit on it. He watched as his spit slid from her aching core until it almost dripped on the floor.
He caught the hanging spit with his tongue and brought it back to her pussy, memorizing her with his tongue.
Her choking sounds turning high pitched as he felt the curves of her lips and the ridges and bumps. His nose poked though her tight hole where he breathed her in with a satisfied inhale, his chin now soaked with her arousal.
He moaned at her essence before he nudged and cuddled up to her curls above.
Taking a moment to come back to his bearing before he pulled away, plunging his tongue in her tight hole again, the primary source of his longing.
With her constants turning, her skirt that had rested on her lower back slowly fell over his head like a veil.
Charlie remained unchanged, he poked and licked and sucked. One hand held her ankle while the other one gripped her foot under his palm, keeping her balanced on his cock.
Her scent and the heat enveloped him. The lack of air had him momentarily dizzy, but her invading scent brought him back to see his sense. Instead, he licked her back furiously as if her cunt was his lifeline.
He considered it as his own punishment as he smothered himself with the tight enclose of her cunt and her skirt which trapped him in.
She kept flailing around, the pressure of the water and the tightness of her corset and his tongue rolling around her made her dizzy. She felt like she lost her soul. As if she were a mere doll flopping around.
He kept moaning when he felt her tighten around his tongue, dragging and tugging his flesh deeper. Wetness throbbed out of her cunt until it was all he could feel and smell.
His mind was half gone. With hooded eyes, he could barely admire the untouched hole clenching above the one he was licking.
He had the urge to kiss her there too.
However, with one push of her foot, that pressed painfully on his cock, he felt her cum.
She bucked on his face, until she lost her strength. Her arms sliding down the sink and her head dropped until she barely moved in the sink.
Charlie didn't even take a moment to breath as he got out from under her skirt. He gently caressed her legs, dragging his nails on her skin before he placed a wet kiss on her lower back.
He tugged her back to his chest when he stood up. She was panting and coughing. Holy water dripped and ran down her chest. Her eyes were rimmed red and her head lulled around. He tapped her cheeks slightly, a chuckle escaping past his lips, "Atta girl."
When she gained a moment of clarity, her face crunched up. She saw herself in the mirror and realized this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.
As she started to hyperventilate, he wrapped both his warms around her and rocked her. Shushing her softly as if she was a child.
Her fingers trembled over his arms, while he rubbed his face against her damp cheek, "Its okay, darling girl, I'm right here"
She held back her hiccups, her fear mobilizing her.
He took this chance to rock each other, before turning her in his embrace when she quiet down.
She was trembling, spit running down her chin, mixing with the water. He hummed, lapping it up before knocking his nose with hers.
She wouldn't look at him, her eyes hovering over his collarbones.
His eyes nearly crossed over as his rocking slowed down. He tried to lower his face to catch her eyes but she stubbornly refused.
Only when he gripped the back of hair and forced her chin up, did their eyes meet.
"You did so good," he praised her, a gentle smile on his face as if she truly moved him.
Her lips unconsciously parted then. Instead of words only small puffs of air came out. Charlie eyed her and when a silver of pink peeked out, he seized the moment and kissed her.
He wasted no time to explore her palate with a languid sweep of his tongue, drawing a gasp from her. Her waist dipped instinctly and his grip tightened.
His naked flesh was an unwanted comfort against her cold body. But her body instinctly reached for the warmth.
He teased her with playful strokes mapping every corner of her mouth.
She felt that this kind of kiss was no different than lovemaking.
With one last stroke, he slowly pulled away, releasing her with a slow and deliberate retreat.
She met his gaze then, chest heaving.
An haze clouded over her eyes, lost on the sensations she wasn't familiar with.
Charlie scanned her face with dark eyes, his cock twitching in their tight confine as her parted lips had her tongue sticking out. She was barely aware she hasn't completely put her tongue back in after the kiss ended abruptly.
Charlie gently sucked on her tongue which was still half out of her mouth before nibbling on the tip of it, his breathing unsteady.
With a heaving chest, he held her for a moment, crushing her to his chest.
He indulged in her warmth until he wrapped his right arm around her waist and lifted her up slightly. With his other hand, he yanked her skirt down. The fabric ripping before falling to tatters on the floor. Her underwear followed suit, the cloth getting dragged until they rested on her lower legs.
She was still unsteady and could barely register as she felt herself being lowered until her toes grazed the tip of his shoes.
"If you really want me to stop, just say it," her arms trembled over his broad shoulders when she gained awareness.
Without even touching her face, his eyes forced her still. They were in agony as if he was the one being tortured.
When she tried to move, her toes barely grazed his shoes before he turned his body around and pressed her back against the bed.
She blinked, frozen in place.
"I-I" before she could answer, she was silenced when he pulled at the ribbon of her corset in a hurry. He tried to tug the ribbons free but when he meet resistance, he brought both hands and ripped the corset apart.
The rough fabric pinching her skin before releasing and cold her hit her naked chest.
Her body was finally revealed under his preening eyes. Paying no mind to his throbbing hands, his gaze swept her from top to bottom then hurriedly returned to her face. His eyes were dilated and he stared down at her like a man who had gained his sanity.
He locked eyes with her before whispering, "Beautiful,"
He could practically feel the blush rise up her face from how close he was on her.
However, she didn't hold his attention for long. The sight of her breasts made his mouth water. Her nipples pebbled and practically begged to be touched.
With their unspoken wish, he pressed his face between her breasts mouthing and licking her skin.
He brought both his thumbs to flicks and tug at the erect nipple. She could only lay there and take it.
Her silent sobs shook her body. Her fingers digging into her palms, paralyzed by the sensations.
His hands were quick to wrap around hers when they picked at her own skin.
He could not let her harm herself, even though the one currently harming her the most was him.
Charlie trailed down her body, leaving open mouth kisses.
His tongue often peeked out to lick and then bite before he soothed the stinging marks. When he reached her waist, he plunged his tongue into her navel making her squirm at the discomfort.
He breathed her in and a moan slipped out when the smell of her arousal crept up to where he was.
Charlie rose up with his knees on the bed. His string of spit remained until it snapped at his new height.
He used his knees to lock her legs in as he rushed to take his own clothes off, his habit already halfway undone from earlier. He nudged his trousers to his knees, too impatient to take it off completely.
When he noticed her straining legs, trapped by her underwear. He tugged at it roughly until her underwear snapped under the weight of his strength. It pulled at her skin leaving a fresh burn until it was tatters on the bed.
Finally, when he managed to get the thick cloth off, he felt his pride blossom when she watched him, mouth agape and eyes wide, as if she saw the resurrection of the divine above.
Her gasp was loud when his cock sprung free of their confine. The tip red and angry as it bobbed freely on his stomach.
Under her watch, it twitched furiously.
She had to blink a couple of times to believe what she was seeing was real.
Felling proud and almost delighted, he slithered back on top of her.
"Look how good you are to me," he smirked while forcing her arms above her head and placed his own under, keeping her trapped under him.
He pressed kisses down her chest until they glistened with his spit. Her quiet pants overtaken by soft words he could barely discern.
"Forgive me Lord, take pity and forgive my sins. Help me release from the shackles of the beast, guide me towards you light, give me strength," when he heard her praying, a laugh slipped past his laugh.
"Tell me sweet girl, when was the last time you prayed? Do you think the Lord might forgive your sins with a single prayer," he mumbled on her sweaty skin.
His words only made her scrunch up her face, her tears flowing before disappearing in her hair.
With one last laugh, he brought one hand between their body until it was on her cunt. His open hand tapping on her sensitive parts, making her tears of pain turn into pleasure.
Her quiet whines music to his ears.
Even then, the words she thought she had forgotten, flew past her lips, as if she had never stopped praying in the first place.
However, he was quick to swallow her mouth. His tongue twisting her virtues into sins.
Slowly, he placed a finger between her slit and groaned when he felt the opening drip with her arousal.
The kiss arousing her until the sheet beneath her was slick.
He slowly twirled the thick pool of her arousal until she could visibly feel him tug the stickiness from her opening.
With a wet smack from their lips, she threw her head back and closed her legs around his waist in shame.
"You are absolutely divine," he whispered her name at the end.
His fingers gently pulled her chin down before he forced his tongue back in. His tongue touching hers before their lips met.
He explored her mouth and teased her sensitive palate.
His hand, which was holding her chin, moved to the back her head deepening the kiss, their breath mingled as the kiss became more intense.
Their tongues twisted together like vines caressing each other mouth. The obscene sound of saliva mixing echoed along side his repeated tapping on her cunt.
The violent little taps send shivers down her spine until she could feel the coil in the pit of her stomach.
When she tried to turn her head away, he gripped her chin and forced his tongue deeper.
It wasn't until his fingers gazed her clit did the coil burst and she came for the second time that night.
Her heart quickened and her moans were consumed by his mouth. He took joy in feeling the vibrations of her pleasure.
As she turned limp in his arms, he molded her to his liking. He grabbed one of her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. His hand covering her own and forced her to move along his.
Her limp hand flinching under his hold. His cock was big, hard and warm under her hand.
He bucked shamelessly in her palm and huffed in her face.
"Shit," he took their hands off, licked her palm and sucked her fingers quickly before bringing it back to his cock. The slight wetness helping him slide her hand smoothly over him.
He forced her fingers to curve until her nails traced his cock. He twitched when he felt the sensation travel down to his sack.
"Fuck, fuck, I-I can't," he dropped his head back, the muscles in his back tensing as he fell forward.
He let her hand go until he wrapped his strong arms around her and finally pressed his cock on her stomach.
All along, she felt the heat of his cock hovering over her but he didn't let it touch her until now.
He gripped her face with a hand and licked her mouth. He grinded his cock on her naked skin and whimpered.
"Ah, don't, don't," she kept whispering. Her lips dragging along the skin of his chin.
"I won't, I won't," he repeated back. Contradicting his words, he stretched her legs open, and lowered his hips until they pressed against the back of her thighs.
When they finally touched, he hugged her tightly and buried his face in her hair, breathing heavily. Their genitals pressed tightly together until he eventually moved his hips.
Humping until his cock slipped and tugged on the opening of her cunt. She whined everytime his cock dragged at her opening. When he tried to push it in, her hole tightened and his cock slapped back up and slid on her clit.
He kept doing it over and over until eventually, when she accidentally twitched, they both groaned when his cock slipped between her lips. Charlie forced down a groan as he felt a gush of wet warmth envelop his head.
She whined in his arms, the small stretch burning her untouched walls. On an instinct, Charlie mindlessly bucked his hips once and slipped in some more. His head disappearing inside of her. He only stopped when he felt resistance, even then with a nudge of his hips, he felt it break.
Which caused the woman underneath him to cry out.
He pressed light kisses on face as if he was comforting her.
"I know baby, I know," in her dazed state, his name stumbled past her swollen lips.
Charlie lazily bucked his hips as he placed himself above her, his hands on each side of her head. He started to bully his cock in, feeling her inside twist and turn as they learned his shape.
He looked down and pride surged in his chest when he watched her bleed on his cock.
"Ah there's she is, I knew she was holding out for me," he spoke to her cunt as if she was her own being. He kissed his fingertips before lightly taping her swollen clit with it.
He returned his gaze to her face and smiled proudly at her while she tried to hold in her cooes, her nails scratching at his back.
He bend down and down a nipple in his mouth. Sensually sucking and tugging her breasts until they bruised at his touch.
Gradually, as his thrusts went deeper and harder, he let his weight drop in his thrust hurling her into oblivion. He fit her perfectly, filling her completely as she mindlessly curved her back until their pelvic touched. The light pinch of his cock on her cervix had her silently scream.
He rotated his hips at the sight, a chuckle rumbling his chest.
"You are heavenly, dearest girl," his words choked her more than his cock did.
She couldn't understand what made him want her this badly, what made him go beyond despair and ruin.
Charlie forced her legs over his shoulder, before resting his arms on the bed, and under her legs to hold them. He pulled back completely before sliding back in, fucking into her sobbing cunt, cutting off her train of thoughts. She couldn't even moan probably as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He watched her with a smile, sweat dripping down his chin and landing on her chest.
He was quick to lap it up and quickened his pace, feeling her pussy milking him more and more.
His long veiny cock disappeared into her puffy lips before coming out glistening, "Oh God," she exclaimed as Charlie's nose flared in anticipation. He started to thrust with sharp and hard pounding, letting his desires out on the girl writhing under him.
"Ick," the light noise she let out had her brow srunching, and she tightly gripped his shoulders. She tried to mouth words but his pounding wouldn't let her. Smirking, he rotated his hips, his cock lodged deep and hard while his balls hung heavy against the rim of her ass.
He kissed her forehead gently and with a tender smile, shoved her with all his weight until she suffocated under the pressure of his cock and him.
His heart thundered in his chest when she abruptly cried out again as she felt his manhood graze a particularly sensitive spot near her cervix.
When he hit it again, she violently threw her head back. He was quick to press his hand on the back of her head.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, a silent scream etched on her mouth. He quickened his pace, harder and faster. Every thrust was accompanied by a grunt. Sweats dripped from every pores and his muscles burned.
His eyes shone when he saw his cock get eaten by her cunt, her cream staining the bottom of his cock.
He continued hammering her on his thick rod, stuffing and piercing the curve of her walls. He pressed both their interlocked hands on the bed and began thrusting harder.
"I can't," her words were cut off as she started to squirm under his heavy weight.
She felt her pussy twitch, her walls secured around his length as his thrust grew sloppy.
Her eyes instantly opened when she let out a loud cry, Charlie propped himself up on her as she came undone.
Her release started from deep inside her womb, all the while her vagina walls snugly gripped his cock.
With barely a graze on her clit, he dragged the release out of her, her body twisted dry.
Charlie barely managed to hold his release as he held the base of his cock.
Afraid that if he let himself go, this dream will come to an end.
She was sobbing as she realized that he refused to stop. In a haste, she bit his shoulder when he changed the height of his hips. Her head was digging into his bed as he buried himself back.
He pulled away from her sticky body and held her legs up as he watched himself melt in her.
Her expression turned into a grimace as he stayed still for a moment. Her eyes focused blindly on the ceiling until they crossed, "Fuck," she dragged out the word until he finally moved.
Her mind lost every bit of reasoning, her body ripped apart and remade to his liking with a shift of his hips. She couldn't even remember her own name or who or where she was. All she could feel was him.
Her mouth stayed open as she watched him. He brought his hands to the side of her head, latching on to bed.
He watched as her soaking wet pussy took him in, her clit now red and big, begging to be touched.
Charlie spit in the middle of them, watching as it landed perfectly where his cock and her pussy connected. His saliva was fast to merge with their wetness and faded in their moist skin.
Lost in the pressure, she held his waist and curved her back until she filled any space between them.
Biting his lips, Charlie smacked his hips hard and low. Her body moving up on the bed even when she desperately tried to hold on to him.
He held his breath as he started to pick up his pace. He tried to bring her to the edge again when he slipped out due to how damp she was.
He fussed as he grabbed his drenched cock and shoved it in her smoothly.
He clutched her ankles as her whole body shopk with every pump.
When he finally touched her clit again, her chin pushed down on her chest as she looked down at herself.
Her snag walls were tightly bount to his manhood. She was afraid he would permanently be stuck in her.
With determination, Charlie pulled away, the wet friction music to his ears. He went back in with one deep penetration.
He repeated the motions until he felt her cunt tug his cock and came unexpectedly.
His suppressed orgasm coursing through his whole body. His arms and the back of his thighs trembled form the intensity of it.
His hips kept moving until he felt like he was skinned raw.
His hoarse moans echoed in the room, his head dropping back.
As she watched him become undone, she knew than, this was only his beginning.
And her end.
ACT V
Charlie was on his knees as he listened to her quietly sob. She sat on the corner of his bed, curling in on herself.
Everytime he tried to touch her, she whined as if she was in pain.
He kneeled until eventually her sobs turned to soft sniffles. He murmured her name, approaching her slowly, before carefully laying his head in her lap. She tried to flinch back but his presence remained.
He brushed his face on her warm skin, breathing her scent, keeping it in his lungs until he was forced to exhale.
He didn't say any apologies, knowing he would mean none of them, knowing she had no need for them.
Into the quiet night, he slowly grabbed her hand and forced her hand to pet his hair. She looked back at him cautiously.
She watched as he dragged her hand on his head, petting himself. Before grabbing her other one and placing it on his cheek, their fingers interwining.
Charlie let out an affectionate sigh. Even if he manipulated her hand, it remained the same, her touch was her own.
Eventually, worn out by him, she fell asleep. Tears tracks dry on her cheeks and the fresh tears clung to her lashes.
Quietly, he maneuvered her legs until they laid on his bed. He watched her with lingering eyes.
It was still for a moment, only her stable breathing and his trailing eyes alive into the night.
Slowly, he took off his rosary from the post of his bed. He brought one of her foot and placed it on his lap. He pressed gentle kisses to each toes before he carefully wrapped the rosary on her ankle. He left one final kiss on the skin above the string of beads.
He knew this will be the only jewellery he could ever give her.
FINAL
On the first floor in the third room of the men's quarters, sat a man.
His naked back was covered with red stripes. Huffs and puffs echoed in the room, with her name occasionally slipping past his lips.
His hand was furiously beating his cock while his other hand tightened over a piece of fabric.
The sweat building up on his broad chest made his skin itch. He tried to keep his moans at bay, however one look at the red stained cloth had him cumming in seconds.
"Ah," he brought the cloth to his nose, breathing in her scent.
That day, he had carefully cut out the mark of their first consummation from his sheet. He had carefully trimmed his sheet and stitched into a small handkerchief. The red stain and their essence were still fresh.
Everytime his yearning consumed him, he would look at it, and the very few times, he let himself smell it.
Synopsis : In which Father Charlie, the symbol of faith and sacrifice, succumbs to his own temptations as the restraints of his inner beast are broken free, allowing it to roam and pursue its desired prey.
warnings : {dubcon, drowning, suffocation, forced infidelity, breathplay} NOT THIS CHAPTER
a/n : i have not watched the show, only saw one of too many clips of it and wrote this. nothing is probably accurate so read it for fun. also had to divide the story in parts because i exceeded the word count..
ACT I
"Today, under the blessing of the Lord, we appoint our brothers and sisters as priests of the Andréas Cathedral,"
Father Charlie stood on the platform, with the other clerics. He observed the crowd before him. The agitated and regid newcomers and their families overflowing the small church.
In the midst of the function, his eyes were in search of a certain woman.
His gaze landing on the small figure hidden in the shadows. Even in the sunlit room, she managed to find a way to remain hidden.
Her dark tunic was up to her neck, tight and closed around her throat. The long robe flowing by her ankles and her cincture hung loosely on her waist as if it was hastened quickly. Her veil was tightly bound to her forehead and unlike most, she wore dark gloves.
The newly appointed nun, who had gone through the same procedure many months ago, was an egnima even he could not descript.
She hid herself with the thick black and white cloth. Yet, somehow, the woman who tried so hard to remain hidden, was the foundation of his morbid interest.
She was nameless, one of many among the nuns and priests slithering the church.
Yet, she became a a vital part of his being, for reasons he himself didn't fully comprehend.
Almost as if she could feel his stare, her eyes flickered to him and her slumping back, straightened up. With a lift of his chin, he wore a gentle smile but could not find himself to let their gazes shift.
It wasn't until the faint murmurs of amen resonated, did she eventually look away. The latin word slipped past his lips, like a rite, but he remained fixated on her lips that were tightly pursed. Almost as if she was revolting to utter the word that was meant to be as scared as the vows she took.
The faint smile Father Charlie wore, grew.
ACT II
He always found her in her designed corner, by the willow tree.
In the small courtyard, where stood a tree that never grew as tall and high as the ones around the church, hid the woman he was searching for.
He could barely see a glimpse of her, the leaves quick to sway and ripple her figure.
Even so, he would recognize her form anywhere.
She was reaching up into the tree. Her legs slightly trembling from the strain as she reached up into a groove. Her fingernails dug deep into the twisted trunk. Her other hand fumbled around the roots, seemingly looking for something. Her forehead pressed against the trunk and he could hear the soft huffs she let out.
With light steps, and a quick look at the courtyard that showcased that no one else was present, he quietly entered the domain of the tree. With one finger, he lifted the long branche full of leaves, the wind muffling his presence.
"I don't believe this little shrub has anything left to give, sister," although his words were quietly spoken, she was still surprised by his presence.
With a yelp, she retracted her hand and turned around to face him. He had folded his hands behind his back and tilted his chin in wonder. The meek woman had her mouth agape and she could feel the heat rise up in the back of her neck and her ears.
"I-I," she bowed twice, "Forgive me, Father, I was merely looking for a keepsake," as she spoke, her eyes widened. It seemed lies were not her forte.
"There's nothing to be forgiven," he brushed off her worries. Although his words were kind, his eyes were ominous. With idle steps, he kept walking towards her but she could no longer look at him.
His presence always intimidated her.
She looked anywhere but him, and kept rolling and squeezing her hands together. When she finally heard his approching steps, she took one back. His scent suddenly overwhelming her senses.
However, there was no space left for her to run. The tree's trunk dug deeply into her back, as if it was seeking revenge from the way she dug into it earlier.
With a surprised and jerky movement, she accidently caught his eyes. Instinctly, she held her hands in front of herself. Afraid if she didn't, he could cross the invisible boundaries she put around herself.
At her gesture, a chuckle slipped past his lips. "I thought everyone had left to welcome the new novices,"
Even when he spoke, she could not find it in herself to look at him. Her eyes kept straying away. To the grass, to the leaves, to her hands, to her feet.
Never him.
She felt as if he was looking for her faults, any for him to correct.
"Long and boring ceremony I must say," He lightly skimmed her fingertips with his own. With a quick motion, he pressed his palm in the back of her hands, and brought both hands in one of his.
The sudden touch made her squirm, and she bit her lips in case she mumbled mindless apologizes.
"Few wandered off, I myself have, but most have retreated back to their chambers," although his words were meant to be distracting, she was still stiff under his touch.
As she looked pointly at his chest, he took his time to wander his eyes over her features. He could not remember a time he ever got close to her as he was now.
He traced her with his eyes, she could almost feel it as if he was trailing his finger along her face. She kept licking her dry lips until they had a clear sheen of gloss.
He fought the urge to lick it himself.
"Father, forgive me..." The words she tried to hold back, flew out then. However, he could not focus on the words she spoke.
Instead, his gaze lingered on a lone leaf that had fallen and rested on her hair. He carefully brushed his knuckles past her cheek, sending her shivers which he dutifully noted. Just as his fingertips closed around the stem, his attention was brought somewhere else.
To a white note flickering in the crevice of the tree.
The features on his face stiffened. As he was reminded why this willow tree seemed to be such a scared place for her, beyond the church itself.
She became quiet then. She could almost feel the air changing too, as if he was controlling it with his mere emotions.
Or perhaps she was the one who was easily affected by him.
With the small amount of confidence she mustered, she took a side way glance at him and almost wished she hadn't. The glare that overtook his face, scared her.
Before she could do anything, he suddenly pressed himself to her. Her hands, still held between his, wegded between their bodies. Her nose pushed into the middle of his chest. She was close enough where she could feel the ridges of his body, the thick cotton almost felt thin then. Her sharp intake of breath had her swallowing his scent, involuntarily.
His scent almost choking her.
Her lips parted slightly, his fabric sticking to them as she gasped when she felt his thighs pressing against her trembling ones. She barely managed to keep her eyes open.
She tried to form words, to speak up. However, before she could voice them, he suddenly withdrew from her, just as quickly as he had pressed against her.
She looked up at him in surprise.
The glare focused on her now. Even though he had a small smile, she couldn't help but feel as if it was a facade. As if he was merely holding himself back.
"Your keepsake," He didn't say anything else. Merely let go of her hands and put the small crumpled letter in her palm.
He left before she could respond.
ACT III
The steps she took were as quiet as the night she snuck into. The dark forest hid her well from any roaming presence.
At this point, she had grown familiar with this path. The tall building that was often used as storage, dwelt empty most days.
She could feel the ruffle of her long skirt and kept tugging at her hair, fidgeting. No matter how often she snuck out, the anxiety brewed in the pit of her stomach.
The quiet crunch of the dry grass and the musty smell of the cold night embraced her as she entered the designed area. Just as she entered the empty terrain, which was behind a tower she deemed empty, a familiar face appeared out of the shadows.
She barely caught her breath before she ran in his arms. She threw her arms around his chest and his around her waist.
Both unaware of the lingering presence in the edifice, hiding and watching in the corner of the window.
Father Charlie had his own duties to attend to. Back then, he wasn't mindful of his surroundings, too conflicted of his own doings.
One night, spend in his own agony, wandering alone, he stumbled upon the scene just as the one happening before his eyes.
How many time as he seen this scene happening over and over again?
He lost count. The fist forming over his heart was never familiar. He could feel the lump in his throat, the scorching envy bleeding in his chest.
He could hear her quiet giggles, could almost feel the warmth of her body, as he had the day against the willow tree.
They would embrace as they always had, lock lips and whispers sweet nothings into the nights.
Charlie has forgotten the number of times he had dreamed of this moment as if it was his own.
Her whispers of her lover's name echoed, her pants became louder as they held each other. The unknown man had one hand lingering on her waist and the other one creeping up on her robe, always caressing yet never daring. She whimpered aimlessly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her lips licking and sucking his as if she was in heat.
His cold hand held her covered flesh, caressing the curve of her back and trailing up to her upper back. He dragged the fabric lightly until her ankles were peeking into the cold air.
However, as he pressed light pecks to her neck, his skin pickled.
As if he was preyed on.
He opened his eyes, barely focusing on what he was seeing when he froze. He could see a small shadow in the empty room.
The woman in his arms was quick to sense his change of mood. Her heart was thrumming widely and her blood was coursing in her veins, yet she couldn't fathom why he had stopped.
Father Charlie had long lost the will to remain hidden. He wasn't her. No matter what, he wanted to be seen, and so desperately did he wish to be seen by her.
His fingers gripped the window legde, his glare evident even through the darkness.
He watched as she helplessly looked at her lover running away.
Like a coward, Father Charlie thought.
The lost woman pressed her cold hands to her chest, confusion replacing her longing. He had kissed her one last time and with an excuse on his lips, he ran away.
Surely cows and pigs held no duties this late at night? Especially so suddenly, she thought.
Lost in her thoughts, it wasn't until she heard the cry of a crow, her confusion shattered.
With a quick look around, she hurriedly pressed the back of her hand to wipe her lips, and ruffled her robe until it was neatly in place. She took one glance around and quickly left the area.
