Feeling so depressed has me wondering what Moira’s perspective on mental health is. We all know she’s not PC so who knows if she even ‘believes’ in things like depression or anxiety. I have full faith she feels depressive sometimes but maybe she’s one of those people who believes you can just use those feelings for motivation? I’m so deluded rn from this headache who knows what I’m saying rn
Moira NSFW Alphabet- E is for exotic dancer au [CH.1]
Oh yeah. Were so back. This is pretty self explanatory. You're a stripper at a club, new blood appears on a quiet night and disappears just as fast. No outright NSFW in this chapter but we'll get there, trust. Semi proof read.
Content: Strip club || stripper reader || Patron Moira || Suggestive || Moira as rich older lesbian stereotype || Reader is sexually confused
Another dead night at the club. Great. You'd been hanging around all week, with little to no business, not a single private dance, and a wavering interest in staying. Despite the last few days, you'd pushed to be given a shift today anyway- you had a couple Thursday regulars you knew you could milk for tips to at least make the trip worth it. Your wardrobe of 'uniforms' was becoming drab and repetitive and you were dying for a change, a couple hundred in profit could buy you something new, novel, needed. The clock struck 3am and you rose to your already blistered feet. You had done a couple routines- but the night was almost over, 4am and you'd be ushered out. Your phone pinged with a message from your doorman- or doorwoman, more accurately.
Ally: 'Ur regs just deposited, id get out there abt now lolz'
You pulled your black pleasers on, giving them a fast wipe-down to keep them shining before poking your head out of the dressing room. Sure enough there were 3-4 tables now occupied, and you heard the DJ put on something non-descript from your 'club-classics' playlist. Perfect little warm up for the night. You walked out, a slight chill raising goosebumps over your exposed skin, as always you were grateful you chose not to go entirely naked tonight, the autumnal breeze that rushed in every time the external door was opened was no joke. As usual on these relatively dead nights, you weren't met with any cheers or whoops as you set yourself on the main stage, just the quiet, appreciative noise of clinking bottles and glasses. You started to flow to the music, a routine done over and over. After all, nobody here would remember what they'd seen tonight.
Your hips dipped and swayed, your legs kicking above your head as you hoisted yourself onto the pole for a simple aerial trick. As you spun slowly, you dipped your head back to survey your audience, this was easier than looking at them from the sidelines- from your experience patrons preferred not tot be acknowledged from the shadows. Your eyes drifted over your regulars- an older married man, the administrator from the bank just outside the city- a salary man. The usual suspects. That was until your interest was piqued by a tall figure, sat back in their seat closer to the back, away from the rest. Fresh meat, you couldn't help but kick it into high gear, first-timers or out of town customers were always high tippers- this mystery man might make your whole week if he's generous. As you made another revolution you fixated on the figure, meeting them where you supposed their eyes were, though you couldn't see properly while you were blinded by your own spotlight. As your song died down you were met with a few gratuitous noises, nothing from Mr Mystery though. Your heart sank, and you wondered if he wasn't impressed. You weren't by far the most impressive girl he could have seen tonight- a little bigger, not as good on the pole, not to mention your less flashy-outfit...just another reason to turn up the charm. As it was so quiet, there was no bartender tonight, bottle service only, your time to shine.
You stepped down from the stage and sauntered through the regulars, fetching a beer or two, one whiskey, taking their tips with lavish thank you's and a little light touch here and there, all the normal routine. Finally you begun to walk over to the fresh face, as your eyes adjusted you began to take in their features. Short, combed back hair- sharp face, very tall from the way their legs were outstretched in front of them- well dressed. Sharp, manicured nails...nails?
Oh. A woman.
You were a little taken aback- yes- women who liked women were real...had you ever had one attend your club...aside from the odd ironic bachelorette party, no. Certainly not one so- attractive, and well dressed! She must have been an older woman, her face showing some deep wrinkles, prominent scowl lines- was she upset with you? Oh god she must be- though- even with her steely expression she was still very attractive. You were conflicted- she was almost androgynous in a way... you'd never had time to think much about your sexuality- this wasn't the time though. She was a patron, and expected to be waited on. You were nervous, uncharacteristically so, serving a woman for the first time, you couldn't quite pinpoint why. As your stomach flipped you'd somehow made it to her table- and not said anything. Oh no-
"That is quite some show you put on." Irish accent. Wow. Could it get any better- worse- um- oh god say something you idiot- just treat her like a man.
"Awwf" You crooned, smiling bashfully as you always did, taking a strand of your hair and 'nervously' twirling it between your fingers. "Thank youuu" You perched yourself on the empty tabletop, crossing one leg before leaning over- pushing your cleavage together and asking, "I don't believe I've seen you here before Miss...." You left the space open for a reply, trying to keep it playful despite the lack of smile on her face. "It's Doctor..." She paused, "Jane Doe for now...I'm here on business, you can imagine I'd like to keep this private, my dear." Your heart swarmed as her eyes met yours- this was bad, having feelings, even fluttery ones, for customers was a dangerous road to go down. Still... that tip would be yours by the end of the night. You allowed yourself a small giggle, sliding off the table, "Doctor, hm? I suppose that means you won't be drinking tonight?" For the first time, the woman smiled, flashing her teeth as she exhaled in humor, "Nonsense. Not quite that kind of doctor." Thank god. "I look forwards to learning what kind you are, then. For now though, what can I get you?" "I gauge you have a wine list?" You nodded. The woman raised her arm and mimiced you, taking a strand of your hair between her clawed fingers. Her eyes traveled emotionless up and down your body- you felt. Odd. You were used to oggling, staring, sexualising...what was this? What was she looking for? "Hmm. Good....I'll take a bottle of your most expensive red, if you will." "Don't go anywhere ok hun? I'll be right back." You blew her a little kiss- no reaction. As you turned around you couldn't help but kick yourself, a kiss- 'hun'- all too juvenile. Perfect for men looking for cleavage and coddling- but her. She didn't look at your boob bait ONCE! The truth was you needed to think about what a seemingly sophisticated woman wanted- you had no CLUE how to please her. She said she was in the area for business... perhaps she would be back? You could only hope.
You fetched a chilled glass, a bottle and a corkscrew. As you made your way from the bar back to her table- no. She was gone. Shit. You'd totally blown it.
Ally suddenly appeared at the doors, looking almost frantic. "What did you say to that woman- the one in the suit?" You sighed deeply. "I don't know! I- I tried my best, she sent me to get her some wine- I don't really know what I did wrong." You set the items down on the table. "Wrong?!" Your friend smiled in disbelief. You stayed quiet. "She tipped you five HUNDRED dollars at the door." Your mouth fell open. "A-are you sure it's for me?" "Girl- there's no other dancers working tonight and it DEFINITELY isn't for me because I made her put her cigarette out before she came in." You thought you'd made a total mess of that- she must have liked you somewhat- that was the largest tip you'd ever gotten...
"Anyway- good for you! But- go get changed you've only got..." She glanced at her watch, "20 minutes till close- the cash is in the register up front." You did just that, all the guests filtered out, you said hello as the morning sanitation crew arrived and you went to see Ally at the reception. She opened the till and handed you a crisp stack of new bills. "Woah-" "I know right- I think she must be some sort of mobster to have new money like that- plus did you see that suit? Swankeyyyy" You laughed, "She's a doctor- but not a regular one. I think" Ally raised an eyebrow, "What does THAT mean?" You shrugged before taking 50 dollars out of the wad and handing it to Ally, she grinned and did a little happy dance, all the gratitude you needed. After all, this was plenty to get yourself a couple of fresh outfits- hopefully to impress the mystery Doctor when she hopefully returned.
always such a struggle when you get to the sex scene part of the fic you're writing and you're not horny at all. i don't know. their things were touching. without ANY underwear. the end.
first you gotta do the build up and then the actual fucking and the fucking is pretty easy but you never know how long the fucking should last, and eventually you're like "okay I'm tired of this" so the characters cum, but you're not done yet because you can't just end it at "he fucking nutted everywhere" you gotta keep going, and the characters have to chat a little or cry or think about how horrible they are or something and then you kinda don't know when to end that either so now you're 2k words in and you might have put too much self hatred and not enough sucking dick. so you wrap it up, and think well it's done now.
or sometimes you have it all perfect in your mind and you knock the whole thing out in 2 to 3 hours.
MORE cure for all that ails I'm BEGGINGGGGGG need to be treated as a test subject by moira STAT
i know i knowwwwwwww please don't shoot me i don't have any money i swearrr,,,,,, mayb ill have to take a cheeky break from abc's to feed da freaks rq,, the next installment is so good tho its going to be multiple posts tho cos its too long lolll
if i start posing more sketchy smexi illustrations featuring moira and my oc will you guys throw tomatoes at me and hate me forever or should i start doing that
Not a question, but I just wanted to say your work is deliciously amazing! Please keep up the moira work. it's yummy
Ugh thank you so much, sometimes I feel like my work is so selfish and self-pleasing since I write a lot of what I want to see but I’m so happy to hear people other than me enjoy it too!! She’s OUR wife who hates us after all
This one is technically nsfw but there's no real smut here! The best part of being drunk is the build up anyway muehehe. Moira is a little OOC but it IS supposed to be an act- or lets all just pretend she's a bit drunk too. Whatever helps your immersion haha.
Content: NSFW/suggestive themes || drinking || CHRISTMAS TIME YAY || manipulative behavior || Moira acts nice || Barely proof read pls avert your eyes
Ahh yes. Another wonderful night of festivities planned by the Overwatch's incessant events team. Despite their endless emails and fruitless attempts to catch Moira in her labs she had done rather well for herself to avoid them till now. Alas, not even a genius can evade what is inevitable. She was eventually cornered and rushed by a particularly persuasive member of their admin, hastily shoved an invite to the final company-wide Christmas party and told that her attendance was mandatory- and should she not show her face then her Christmas bonus would be invalid. A cheap tactic, but she applauded them for their eventual win over her. This yearly bonus was nothing to scoff at after all, Overwatch seemed to truly embrace the season of giving- even towards their Blackwatch employees. Moira supposed that she could show her face, put up with the horrid music and dancing and festive spirit for one hour at most before retreating to her company quarters.
But there she sat, two hours into the party, about an hour and a half into their open bar. She somehow found herself sticking around long after her cordial "Hello." and "Me? Enjoying the festivities... of course." directed mainly at Winston. She felt less burdened by the noise and constant kerfuffle around her when she was nursing a rich, sweet brandy, swirling it around the chilled glass between her nimble fingers. She'd made an effort with her appearance no doubt, exchanging her modest and practical lab coat for a floor length gown with an swooping cowl neck, very apt for the semi-formal dress code on the invite. A pair of lengthy opera gloves sealed the deal by serving elegance and a purpose (to cover the growing amount of her arm that was tainted by a diseased purple). The satin material reflected all manner of deep purples blues and lilacs under the many disco lights- perhaps attracting more attention than desired. Attention from a certain someone. You.
The new lab technicians assistant- not even the lab technician, the assistant. You kept to yourself, quiet reserved and efficient- but civil nonetheless. The two of you were acquaintances at best having barely spoke beyond orders for chemicals and equipment and their delivery to her lab. Your mystery had enticed her at first, she wondered how someone so shy and soft spoken ended up in such a bustling environment filled with noise, deadlines and at times- danger. Still, as she looked at you from the bar she concluded that there was nothing interesting about you at all, as you were currently ferociously dancing with an elated Dr. Ziegler to ABBA's 'Dancing Queen'. Typical youths, she thought, drunk and disorderly behavior at a work event. She soon realised the mistake of diverting her attention to anywhere other than her drink. She preemptively rolled her eyes when your gaze locked to hers and you begun making your way to her quiet(er) corner, laughing heartily as you left Angela on the dance floor. She took a moment to take in your outfit, a high-necked black mini-dress with some sheer burgundy tights. She noted that heels were clearly foreign to you as you wobbled like a newborn faun over to the bar table. Endearing.
You hoisted yourself onto a stool and giggled nervously to yourself, "Didn't expect to see you here tonight Dr O'Deorain,,, thought this would be much too exciting for your taste." She was thoroughly taken aback by how confident and pronounced you were- perhaps you weren't so shy after-all. She smiled crookedly and raised a hand in defeat, seeming almost happy to entertain conversation with you. Or maybe she was just curious to see what you were like when you weren't hiding for some reason behind a storage trolley- what she could prod and poke out of you in your inebriated state. "You would be correct in that assumption, but I could say the same about you." She turned her body towards yours, leaning her arm on the bar to meet you at eye level. She studied your telling face, watching your eyes dart down as she crossed her legs, briefly exposing her sharp heel and ankle. "You're always so quiet when I summon you to my labs...I think this is the most I've heard of your voice." She lowered her gaze and chuckled as you absentmindedly ordered a drink. "I can not fathom why you would be so hesitant to make conversation at work." You took a sip from your shmancy glass and smiled sheepishly. "Same reason as everyone else Doctor, I'm only human." Moira drained the remnants of her brandy and moved herself closer. "And what reason would that be?" You could have sworn you felt the end of her heel ghost around your ankle, sending a ticklish sliver up your body. "W-well. You know- your reputation precedes you... y-you're known to be a bit- uh." You took a hasty sip of your drink. Moira lent back and finished your sentence for you, "Discourteous, hostile, dismissive, uncooperative...mean. Take your pick." You giggled again nervously, thinking of her stern and scornful face that you couldn't help but want to see desperately.
You couldn't possibly disclose that the reason you avoided her so avidly was that you had a rampant workplace crush- which even you couldnt rationalise, because Moira WAS generally as others described her. But tonight, you certainly got an eye-full of what was to fall for. Her slender and elegant figure was usually hidden behind a more than modest lab coat- you almost felt like a prude when your stomach twisted with butterflies at the sight of her collarbones- the pale freckled skin just above her chest. For a second your mind wandered to how it might feel to run your fingers over them- would she feel tickled? Would she shiver and laugh or would she remain still. As your attention was carried away from the conversation you thought harder about why you liked her so much. Perhaps you didn't mind her supposed 'harsh' tongue- maybe you didn't mind the way she crowded your space and cornered you to scold you on your mistakes. Maybe you didn't mind the feeling of her eyes boring through your foggy, flustered head.
"Is anybody home? Or are you so impossibly intoxicated that you can't hold a conversation with me?" You snapped back to the conversation to Moira inches from your face. You dread to imagine how flushed your cheeks must have been as she withdrew. Picking up your drink with a sweaty hand you practically chugged it, hoping that the extra alcohol would help distract and potentially lead you away from this dangerous interaction. "Why did you come over to speak with me, hm? If I'm such impertinent company?" She watched your thighs tighten together, your hair falling ungracefully over your face. "I- uh. I just- y'know, I've never seen you outside of work before and you just looked so- I mean, you were-" You cursed yourself for rushing on the alcohol all throughout the night, now totally helpless trying to string a sentence together. You racked your brains. "I thought I would come and offer you company because nobody should be drinking alone at a Christmas party!" You said hastily, letting out a large sigh as you finished. "How generous of you." Moira flagged the bartender, signaling for another drink- two of them. "Do you want to know what I think?" You picked up your empty glass, desperate to do something with your hands which were now stupidly close to relieving the growing ache between your thighs. "I hypothesize, that you don't think I'm such poor company at all." This time you absolutely felt her foot drag up your calf, and this time you know she saw how your whole body tensed in response to the contact. You looked around briefly to see if anyone else was witnessing it- or to see if somehow you'd fallen asleep and were now dreaming.
Jesus Christ. Moira O'Deorain- flirting, with you. You had ruled anything with her out of the question- hell, you'd guessed she had limited interest in any sort of intimacy at all. Let alone with you. Your addled mind couldn't even fathom that she could be putting on a front- playing with you, just for the love of the game. "I've wondered for some time if your childish avoidance was a product of attraction, introversion or a simple symptom of gossip. I suppose now that I have my answer, what shall I do with it?" You wondered of she would allow you to pry further. It was clear neither of you were quite- hem- vanilla. You wondered what she would do to you, what you'd never even explored yourself. Scenarios that you never would have considered without her involvement.
The truth of the matter was, however, that Moira was not the slightest bit interested in a relationship, not now anyway. She was far too busy to delegate real attention to a fleshy, horny, emotion ridden thing such as yourself. She was, however, interested in entertainment. Perhaps for the night. Perhaps in the coming days at work. The possibilities were practically endless when she could summon you to her labs at any time- perhaps even under the guise of needing 'help'. She wondered how far she could push you, how far astray your blind and inexperienced self would allow her to lead you. She supposed she would just have to find out.
But for now, your next drink had arrived- and there was a new song to dance to.
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 ( ˘ ³˘)♥
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. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Normally I wouldn’t appreciate fanart like this but for some reason this just gets me differently 🤔🤔🤔 maybe because she looks a little more casual with the pose 😛
