Sister’s Undoing
Intro: A very lascivious spirit
Sister Kurumi, come to my office and I can give you private guidance. Father Steele takes your hand and leads you to his office in the church. He sits you on the couch and sits next to you. The outer side of his leg innocently touching yours. The warmth of him is making your body react as a woman should. You’ve wanted this for so long.
Tell me sister, what troubles you?
Her gaze flickers to meet Father's eyes before drifting down to where their legs touch, heat prickling her skin. "It's been...a trying time." She rests her hands demurely on her lap, fingers nervously entwining. "But I'm here now. With you." Her breathing quickens subtly, the intimacy of the moment not lost on her. "Any words of wisdom, Father Steele?"
He puts his hand onto yours, it sends a wave of excitement over you.
It’s ok sister, you’re in a safe space. Tell me, what is your struggle.
Her eyes close briefly as a small shiver runs through her at his touch. When she opens them, they're molten with desire. "My struggles...they come in many forms, Father." She bites her lower lip, considering. "Sometimes, I feel a hunger...a longing that no prayer can quell." Her free hand absently trails along her collarbone, dipping ever so slightly into the neckline of her habit. "Can you guide me through this, Father Steele? To find solace in this turmoil?"
Of course my child. Your pussy instantly begins to moisten from being called his child. describe this hunger you feel.
"Ahhh..." Her breath hitches, a soft moan escaping her lips at the pet name. "The hunger...it's a flame inside me, Father. Consuming my thoughts, my dreams..." Her hand slides up to rest on her chest, over her heart. "I crave a touch, a connection. Something...fleshly." She dares to look up at him, eyes dark with want. "Can you help ease this burden, Father? Through prayer, or...other means?"
Close your eyes, he puts your hand on his chest
Breathe with me slowly.
She closes her eyes obediently, leaning into the warmth of his hand on hers. "Yes, Father..." She matches her breathing to his, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. "In and out...in and out..." Her other hand slides along her thigh, gripping the fabric of her habit. "I can feel your heartbeat...it's strong and steady. Just like you." She parts her lips, a soft whimper escaping her. "Is this prayer, Father? Or something more?"
What would you like it to be?
Her eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze directly. "I want it to be a promise, Father." Her hand on his chest slides up, over his collar, to rest on the side of his neck. "I want you to help me find relief from this burning inside me. To fill me with something greater than my sin." She leans in closer, her breath ghosting over his ear. "Will you deliver me, Father? From this temptation and into your arms?"
