8. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight:
~Keida~
I barely got away from the parishioners in time to storm through the cathedral.
As the other clerics cleared the room, I marched toward the far corner of the church.
Please still be there. I should not have considered fucking Melrose St. Augustine in the confessional booth.
I absolutely should not have thought of doing it when I was the head cleric in the church.
With only a few moments to spare when we arrived, I was told her father was still being seen by the queen’s healers.
It left me in charge. Anytime he traveled or needed time off, I was the stand in.
The rational thing to do would be to talk to all those in the pews and ensure the application of the goddess’ blessing like Leonardo did every year.
What I did, instead of my very important job, was rip back the doorway to my portion of the confessional booth.
A small, six by six room with a sheer curtain running down the middle.
Moonlight poked through the crystal slot along the top of the room, illuminating Melrose in an ethereal light.
As I stepped into my portion of the booth, the door clicking behind me, she rendered me breathless.
She wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing.
“Melrose,” I warned, stepping closer to the curtain. She sat perfectly on a short leather cushioned bench by the confessor’s altar, hands in prayer in front of her face. Her gaze finally lifted from her hands. A wicked smile played across her features.
“Goddess preserve me, for I’ve been wicked,” she murmured, winking.
Even through the gauzy curtain, I could see her clear as day.
I pushed the sheer silk aside and inhaled sharply through my nose.
Sitting back on the bench, hands clasped in front of her, with sparkling eyes, Melrose gazed up at me like I were made of stars.
Every inch of her skin prickled with gooseflesh.
“Melrose,” I warned again.
“You’re supposed to ask, ‘what is it the goddess need forgive you for, my child’.
” She grinned from ear to ear. Rolling back her shoulders, she put her pebbled nipples on display.
My clit buzzed with excitement and desperation.
Why…goddess give me strength. But not even Avaris’ disapproval could sway me as I stepped up before Melrose.
One hand cupping her chin, I held her with all the restraint I could muster.
“And…what is it that Our Lady Avaris needs to forgive you for, Trouble?” I exhaled a shaky breath. Every muscle in my body tightened. Melrose leaned into my touch, and I bit down on the inside of my cheeks.
“I’m having lecherous thoughts.” Melrose lifted her hands to the front of my robes, tugging on them lightly.
“You always have lecherous thoughts, naughty girl, what’s different this time?” I teased, lips curling.
She giggled, breathless and eager as she pulled at my robes a little harder. “I’ve been imagining the Lunar Cleric draping me over the altar.”
“Have you now?” I swallowed a whine. It’s not like the thought didn’t cross my mind. At the altar, lighting the candles, feeling her warmth in my palm, I did my best not to give into temptation. Then I heard her breath hitch and felt her tense under my touch. It was madness what Melrose did to me.
“Will Our Lady forgive me?” she purred. Her hands swiftly tugged on the sashes holding the ceremonial robes closed.
They fell open, and she was able to drag them down my malleable body.
I was putty for her to play with as she grinned up at me.
My robes pooled on the floor behind me, exposing my slip and smallclothes.
“If I fuck her cleric in the confessional booth?”
“You’ll have to pray to the goddess,” I growled, dragging her up and off that bench. It made a small clatter as it fell behind her. “After I’ve made you pray my name, Trouble.”
Her playful giggle was cut short as I walked her into the back wall of the booth.
The wood groaned under the pressure. I pinned her there.
My knees spread her thighs, but it was her hands diving into my smallclothes.
The fabric fell to my boots, uselessly hanging off my ankles.
Warm fingers traced my satiny slit. Unlike her nest of curls, I didn’t grow hair below my eyebrows well so I stayed fully shaven as best as I could.
Her fingers ran the length of my slit and ripped a groan out of me.
“Who exactly is making whom pray?” she teased.
I cut off her backtalk with a hard kiss, devouring her moan of delight.
She pressed her mouth against mine with vigor, one hand gripping my shoulder for support while her treacherous fingers spread me open like a feast. Her fingers, shorter, warm, and soft, tended to me as if we’ve fucked before…
and we have, but only in my dreams. Driving my tongue into her mouth, I swallowed another one of her mewls.
She tasted of tea leaves and candle smoke, like she’d inhaled it as we cast the blessing.
I brushed my tongue across hers till I’d explored every inch, then went back for more.
All while her fingers toyed with my clit. My hips rutted for her.
I only broke the kiss to catch my breath. “Naughty girl.”
“I thought prayer happened on one’s knees?” She purred with a wet smack of her lips.
“You want to pray, Troublemaker?” I cocked my head to the right, studying her face through a sex-drunk haze.
“It’s the only way I’ll be forgiven for tempting one of her best clerics away from her moonlight.”
I wasn’t sure if we were flirting or if we were being honest. Melrose did tempt me. She drove me to madness. She made my heart sing and stomach ache. However, it wasn’t away from the goddess in any way. In a way, fucking Melrose felt like it brought me closer.
I fisted up her hair and dragged her away from the wall.
The moonlight embraced my back. I sank down into my seat, summoning that tiny bench with a flick of my wrist. It flew under her and encrusted with ice that quickly melted beneath her.
Melrose squashed her yelp of surprise, tucking her legs to the side so they wouldn’t get in the way.
And as she kissed at my thighs like she was able to bless me with her mouth, I could swear Avaris draped that booth in her protection.
No one came knocking or inquiring about the moans trickling out as Melrose found her way to my cunt.
Her kiss was tender and direct. She lapped at me hungrily and my head fell backward.
My fingers twisted up her hair into tangled knots.
I panted heavier, loosing control steadily till hedonistic prayers trickled out of me.
“Yes, fuck, what a wicked thing you are. Are you working this hard to get the goddess’ blessing, or mine? ”
She popped off my buzzing clit with a wet smack before licking her glossy lips clean. “Yours.”
“I’ll have to think of a good enough blessing then, won’t I?” I sucked in air that I wasn’t able to keep in my lungs.
Her grin split her face before she descended back down to my aching cunt.
Those teasing, mischievous fingers of hers curled inside me.
My hips bucked for her, body rolling with each thrust till I gave up my rein of her hair.
Instead, I clawed the arms of the chair, leaving frost bite in my wake.
It crackled and spread along the wood till I was on a throne of sharp, jagged ice.
My wings fluttered through the chair and stirred up a hazy snowstorm.
Toes curled, I clamped down around her fingers.
I’d had a few good orgasms in my life. Some spectacular and mind melting, some sweet and tender. But an orgasm from Melrose St. Augustine was different…and I damn sure know why, I just can’t speak it into existence.
My body sank into the chair with a hard thump.
Ice shattered and fell away. It melted around her thighs and covered the wooden floor in a thin puddle.
I stared down at the puffy lipped vixen, so proud and smug, shimmying her shoulders suggestively.
She tucked her hair behind her ears with her clean fingers before sucking the drenched ones clean.
“So, what has that earned me? Oh high cleric?” She hummed, smugness oozing out of her pores.
Goddess preserve me. I ripped her up and off that leather bench again, pulling her into my lap. She fell across it, legs dangling off the arm while her head was nestled in the crook of my opposite arm.
“Does my troublemaker like feeling full or feeling tingles?” I breathed.
My gaze memorized every inch of her. From the soft, silky fluff of her hips to the cut dimples on her belly when she tensed her muscles.
My free hand roamed up her torso to her full breasts, giving each hardened nipple a pinch as thanks.
Then traced her gooseflesh riddled collarbone.
Then the jugular up her neck. By then, she pulled up from my lap and my mouth found hers.
My cum all over her tongue, I crumbled. I curled my tongue around hers and dragged out those pretty sounds once more.
She broke after an eternity, just enough to breathe. “Fullness, please.”
“Then I grant you this blessing,” I murmured, dragging her lower lip out with my teeth.
Sparing a hand to her stomach, I traced down her soft torso to the nest of curls.
Like the lecher I was, I cupped her before swiftly smacking her.
Not hard, but enough to jolt her. She squeaked, body jerking exactly how I wanted.
A wicked snicker left me. My fingers traced her slit, teasing her till her eyes fluttered.
Spreading her once more, I wanted nothing more than to be between them again.
What I wouldn’t give to crawl under her covers, illuminated by only the moon, and spend the wee hours bringing her up and over the edge of pleasure. To taste her desire so thoroughly that nothing else compared.