Thread: Confessions- Forevermischevious/Moon

As the Confessor spoke ill of the king again, Venia tilted her head a bit to the side, gazing downwards. In a way, she was right. But Venia couldn't make herself blame the king, for not seeing deviousness in his own blood. It's much harder to see, when it's close to your heart. She pulled another piece of bread from the food between two fingers, and lead it to her lips. She put it between them, and when closing her lips again, she let a few of her fingers remain between her lips, as she gazed back upon the Mother Confessor and nodded a few times, with a light smile. She agreed that the king and queen wasn't to be punished, never really having had any grudges against them. Only their child. Finally she let her fingers drop from her lips, as she listened to the Mother Confessor continue. She had noticed the raised eyebrow, only causing Venia to give a tiny, sweet, innocent smile. As if saying that she was sorry, without really being sorry. She knew what she'd done 'wrong', but wasn't afraid to admit that, nor live with the consequences. There was already a lot of confidence in Venia. She was no pushover. The only reason why she was still being careful, and seemed nervous, was because of the Mother Confessors reputation. Someone amounting to such strength, was still to be respected. And not teased and played with too much. At least not in her current position. Now, as the explanation continued, her eyes widened lightly, her fingers now stuck right in front of her mouth, as she started realizing things. If they drew their power from such things, maybe that was why, she had almost decided to get a job at a brothel. Pleasing others, and occasionally herself, to get paid. And why she had actually gotten a bit excited, when assaulted by the Prince. And if it'd been anyone -but- him, she might've actually accepted the advance. Let herself be conquered. She was even feeling exited now, just talking about it. She gulped slightly, before letting her hand drop to the bread again, and continue to listen. And the more the Mother Confessor spoke of it, the more excited she got. Gulping, starting to fluster lightly, her cheeks turning a bit redder. It was all quite a lot to take in, but many things started to make sense now. Why she was so easily aroused. Why she was so hard to satisfy, when she'd tried to do it herself. Why she was starting to feel extremely attracted to the Mother Confessor. She peeled another piece of bread, and lead it to her lips, but paused the process of putting it in her mouth, as she felt the Mother Confessors hand upon her knee. She gulped lightly, and felt her legs tingle lightly. She even felt them spread a bit, from the clasped position they'd been in before. As if she had foreseen what the Mother Confessor would soon do, and wanted it. And as she was complimented for her looks, she flushed a bit, and finally took in the piece of bread she'd been sitting with, silently nipping on it, as she listened on. Even more images was amassing in her mind. The things she felt she'd like. How she'd have liked some of the humiliating things that had happened to her so far, had it been done by someone else then the prince. How she'd love to be embraced by all the other girls at the Confessors temple. She gulped lightly, as she snapped back to reality, right with the Mother Confessors suggestion, now flustering heavily, as she gazed up to the Confessor. As she felt the Mother Confessors hand stroke up her inner thigh, and almost inaudible moan surpassed her lips, as her legs spread just a tiny bit more. But then as she felt the pinky against her panties, her eyes widened, and her lips shut tight as well as her legs momentarily clasping tightly again. It only took her a second, for her to realize she had to breathe again, and did so with a soft sight, and immediate words. Yes.. Yes, I.. I want to come with you.. Mother.. Mother Confessor. She admitted, nodding a few times, before looking back up to the Mother Confessor. But for some reason, she couldn't make herself open her legs again. Just remained clasped around the Mother Confessors hand. But there was no signs in her mind, that said she didn't want it. Oh she wanted it. But a part of her, also wanted it to be taken. Not just instantly spread out and given away. And now, a small, confident and almost with careful hints of a teasing flare, smile lay upon the edges of her lips, as she sunk the last piece of bread.