Chapter 3
Chapter Three
My breath disappeared from my lungs, and my head spun as if I’d twirled and leapt off a mountain. The angel looked back at me with wide, bright blue eyes and hair the color of sunlight pooled around her in the water like a halo. Her cheeks rose-petal pink as her gaze took me in.
It was then I remembered I was naked.
I covered my breasts with one arm as I stammered over my words. “Are—are you a water angel?”
Her brows shifted from furrowed concern to risen amusement, and the corner of her mouth lifted. “Are you a lake demon?”
I glanced down at my pale skin and the aura of my long black hair as it spread around me like ink. A small laugh huffed from my chest. “Maybe I am.”
“An angel and a demon meet amongst the tides… sounds like the beginning of a tragic story.” The girl leaned back, warming her face in a rare sliver of sun that broke through the dense clouds and beamed upon her.
I still wasn’t convinced she was not a literal angel, because how could any earthly woman be so incandescently beautiful?
As she smiled towards the heavens, my gaze fell to the curve of her neck, the line of her shoulders above the waterline, and the dip of her breasts.
It was then I realized that she was also naked.
My lips parted and my cheeks warmed with a heat that fell down my chest and settled below my ribs.
When I glanced back up to her blue eyes, they watched me, as if she knew exactly what my realizations had just been and what they’d done to me.
Recovering, I replied, “Good thing I like tragic stories.”
“Shall we write one now, then?” She waded closer, so close I could smell the faintest hint of vanilla somehow, even though she was soaking wet.
The most inconsequential thing I longed for as a nun was the ability to have a chosen scent of my own.
The more affluent women in town often wore floral perfumes.
Every so often, on my community rounds, a high society woman would walk by, her skirts billowing, hair pulled back under a wide-brimmed hat, and the sweet scent of peony would caress my nose like a sensual cloud.
This townswoman, however, had chosen a vanilla perfume… and it was the most exquisite aroma on her skin. My mouth watered as I wondered after her taste and if it matched the sweetness of her perfume.
Her gaze dropped to my lips, where they panted in anticipation. “What do you think?”
I sucked in a breath, taking in her full, pink lips.
I was naked in the water, with another strange woman who was likewise naked with me.
In the lake without my robes, without my head covering, it was as if I weren’t a nun at all anymore.
For a brief moment, my vows to god remained on dry land.
Out here in the depths, happening upon this sunlit angel, perhaps I was just a woman going for a swim.
Somewhere out there in some reality where men’s intentions didn’t drive me to ancient texts and rosary chains, I was just a woman naked on a swim…
stumbling upon a beautiful vision of a goddess doing the same.
A goddess, an angel, who beckoned me forward with her scent, her lips, her words.
What I’d done with my Reverend Mother had been measured, calculated, demanded, and pulled forth in secret sanctuaries. If I touched this mysterious woman in daylight, out of the safety of the rigidity of my convent, away from the guidance of my Reverend Mother, what would happen then?
Surely I could lose my place here in Howl Moor should this woman be visiting a friend or family member from town. If she told someone, if someone discovered us…
She inched closer, dancing her fingertips along my bare arms. The touch sending a jolt of electricity through my being like nothing else ever had before. “I won’t tell if you won’t?” She silenced my trepidations before I could voice them, yet also, in a subtle way, asked the same from me.
Her mouth… the small freckle above her lip, the way her wet blonde hair waved in small curls around her face…
“I am good at keeping secrets,” I confessed. “Do you want to be my secret, angel eyes?”
What was I doing? What was I saying?
Whatever it was, the thoughts, the concerns, all drifted away to the water’s edge as she neared so close I could feel the heat emanating from her naked form. I couldn’t stop my stare as it fluttered back to the mounds of her ample breasts as they graced the surface of the lake.
The woman quirked a small smile. “Yes, I do, demon lips.”
Our names for each other sent my heart racing as she gripped the back of my neck, pushing her body flush against mine.
I let out a small groan at the feel of her skin.
If only the water were clear enough that I could behold her in her entirety.
Though, these glimpses and forbidden touches were more than enough to set me on fire.
“You want them, don’t you?” she asked, cocking her head as she caught me staring at her breasts again.
Without allowing me a chance to answer, she lifted out of the water.
We’d drifted far enough to the other side of the lake that my toes could touch the bottom.
When she stood, lifting ever so slightly, her full breasts appeared, dripping, glistening, and wet for the taking.
I nodded, finding it difficult to make out words as I memorized the shape of her. “Yes, yes, I do. May I touch you?”
The woman wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me closer, shoving me down to her cleavage. “Touch, taste, admire… let me feel your mouth on me.”
Oh my god.
Something I’d never gotten to do in my sessions with Veilentine back at church was to have my way with her breasts.
I’d been curious, of course, though I’d never felt such a strong desire towards any pair of tits in my life before seeing this angel of a woman’s.
Plump and full, with pert rosy nipples just begging to be sucked.
Nodding, I followed her guiding pull as she cupped the back of my head, bringing me to her chest. I lingered over her for a moment and brushed my lips softly over her nipples.
She let out a small gasp, and I smiled against her.
“You like my demon mouth already, don’t you? ”
This townswoman didn’t know I was a nun.
A holy woman.
A woman vowed to god and set apart from the world.
No, to her I was just a chance encounter.
I was likely one of many similar encounters she’d come across on her travels.
How nice it must have been to be a woman like her.
Free, swimming naked, moving through town, fucking any woman she found herself wanting.
For a small moment, I could be that, too.
Not a holy sister, not a woman set apart, not a woman ordained by god.
Just a woman. Here with her, amongst these shallow shores, this was our secret.
Our time to just be women and have what we wanted without question or pause.
As she’d said, we were writing our own story, however brief, however tragic the end.
Pulling me from my daze, she pushed my face closer into her chest, pressing my chin against the plushness of her bosom. “God, you’re so soft,” I murmured against her, flicking my gaze up to see her blue eyes staring down at me.
Her lips parted as she sucked in quick breaths. “Suck on me.”
“With so much pleasure, angel.” My tongue flicked out, teasing against her nipple.
A small whimper left her and just that sound alone sent every cell within me enraptured towards the realest heaven I’d ever felt.
How was that possible? With no time or care for thoughts the nun within me wanted to ponder, I instead teased my angel of the water’s nipple, rolling it as it hardened beneath my upper and lower lip.
She held tight to the back of my neck, forcing me into her as if worried I’d pull back or recoil at any moment.
This mystery woman held onto me as if I were her life raft in the deep, though we were both on stable footing in the lake.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I murmured against her supple flesh, attempting to reassure her.
“Yes, you are. You will,” she whispered back thinly. Before I could respond, she reached for where my hand clamped around her waist and pulled it to her other breast. “Let me feel your wicked hands on me.”
“Laying hands is a specialty of mine, actually.” I grinned, lapping my tongue against her. As I did, I glanced up, meeting her gaze, relishing the way her jaw dropped ever so slightly. It appeared I was affecting her the same way she was affecting me.
A chance encounter for her, one of many, I assumed. For me? For me, this was a fucking holy rapture from an earth that held no place for a girl like me. A moment of divine intervention. The first and last I’d be afforded.
My palm graced the perfectly round shape of the breast she graciously offered my touch.
Giving it a soft squeeze, I swirled my thumb over the bud of her nipple.
The woman’s head tilted back and she moaned, clutching me close.
God, all I wanted was to give her pleasure.
To wring every single one of those sounds from her exquisite being.
The way the water trickled down my face as I positioned my mouth over her and looked up as the sun shone through her golden tresses of hair, was none less sacred than the ceremony of priests who baptized me in christ’s pure and redeeming love.
In the middle of the forest, somewhere around the floating leaves upon the baptismal basin, my priest offered her tits as cleansing water of redemption, washing me clean of all illusions.
I’d take the outpouring of her grace eagerly.
I’d be her sacrificial lamb.
Locking my lips around her then, feeling the heat pooled within me, propelling me forward like a fire’s blaze, I began to suck.
Another sweet whimper blessed me, caressing me with her holy favor as my hand danced around her wet skin. “Can I suck harder, angel?” I asked, surprised at hearing then just how breathless and rough my voice rasped the question. What a foreign yet delightful sound she’d brought from me.
Gripping my hair, she nodded. “Quickly, I don’t have much time left.”
So many questions I wanted to ask her then.
Where do you have to go? Where in Howl Moor are you staying? Who are you visiting? Does the nectar between your thighs taste as sweet as you smell? Instead, I hollowed my inner cheeks, sucking her nipple hard.
Her answering groan cracked in the misty air as I moved up and down, sucking, licking, staring up at her to take her in.
Digging into my hair, she pushed against me, letting out a symphony of whimpers and ripples of pleasure as I wrung her desires from her perfect breasts.
I felt the desire to pray to god and thank him for blessing me with such a gift—but to do so would take my lips and attentions away from my angel. The priests at my church would call that small rebellion a sin; however, it was a sin I would willingly confess at this woman’s altar.
As her tides of bliss waned, her grip softened and she pushed me away. “I must go,” she said, cheeks pink from our passion. With her push, she let go and waded to the rocks near the water’s edge.
“Where in town can I find you?” I called after her, swimming nearer.
The woman dripped from the water, exposing her hips—dear god—her ass, the small of her back.
My knees buckled as I tried to stand, the mighty weight of the lake pulling me into its gravity as I fought against it.
She peeked over her shoulder, her blue gaze locking onto me before landing on the netting between two stones. “Is this your trap?”
It took a moment for me to ascertain what she meant—and to pull my roaming gaze from her body. I noted the orange and black moths caught in the web. “Yes, it is. Would you like me to show you what I caught?”
“I think it’s clear what you captured today.” She ducked behind a tree. “Goodbye, demon lips.”
Leaning on the rocks, I watched her walk away, a moth still fluttered alive within the netting next to me. “Goodbye, angel eyes,” I whispered after her.
Reaching out carefully into the netting, I plucked the spotted wasp moth from its snare.
Lightly, I stroked its wings. “Go on,” I urged.
“I’ll set you free today… however—” My gaze flickered to the dark forest, wishing after the angel who’d just escaped.
“Next time you happen upon my trap, I won’t let you go so easily. ”
The moth stretched its wings and flitted into the misty fog… this time.