Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Moira clung to his body as he pulled her tightly to him. The bulge she had noticed while kneeling at his feet pressed insistently against her pubic mound and she pressed herself more firmly against it, finding something strangely comforting in it. His hands pressed against the flesh of her back and rear, raising goosebumps on her arms as he prayed over her. I surrender my body, she murmured near his ear in agreement as he prayed. Her breath was warm against Bernard's neck and ear even as her tears dropped to his shoulder. Let me serve you as my Lord and master. Take me and make me whole. He arched his back to press his body against hers and she responded in kind, leaving no room between them. Eventually he finished and they both murmured Amen before she stepped off of the stool and pulled her stockings back up and her bloomers back on. She was still indecent, but at least she was no longer half-naked in front of a respectable man of the cloth. Finally she turned to face him as he instructed her to keep a log of the scars. Will you come to call on me at home, or shall I visit you here? I...shall I confess to Bishop Abernathay? Moira offered as pulled on her petticoats then her frock, straightening out the fabric and folding her wool coat over her arm. Once she had her answers, a wild impulse seized her and she launched herself across the gap between them and threw her arms around the priest. Thank you, Father Bernard! Thank you! I would fear for my soul if I hadn't known such capable hands as yours. She gripped his arm briefly and gave him a small smile. I'll come tomorrow shall I? Moira hurried home, brushing off Aunt Margaret's questions about how her meeting with the priest had gone, and shut herself up in her room. Tossing off her shoes and her coat, she threw herself onto the bed and stared up at the canopy. She closed her eyes and tried not to remember the way Bernard-- Father Bernard--had touched her, the way his fingers had left burning trails on her skin as he anointed her thighs with oil. It didn't work...that was all she could think of. She didn't want to do this the demon had done this, and she had done it since, but she knew that it was sinful...but it was the only way to make this aching in her loins go away. She slid down her bloomers and kicked them to the corner of the mattress. Moira's fingers, cold from her walk home, slid down her nubile body and pulled her skirts up the way she had for the priest. Her hands shook as they slid to her clit, touching and rubbing the way the demon had shown her how. She bit her lip as she rubbed her clit and arched her hips up against her hand. With her fingers numb from the cold it was easy to imagine that it was the priest touching her as he healed her wounds. She breathed in sharply as she found that spot that the demon had always found without problem. Father... she whispered as she climbed to that precipice of pleasure. Bernard! Moira's breath caught as she came with his name on her lips, crying out softly then whimpering as she became sensitive and remembered that not only was this a sin, but she had been thinking about the priest. In that moment she thought he had been wrong, and that she was already damned to Hell.