Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Only the sounds of our footsteps clapping against the cold stone floor accompanied us to my room that evening. Delilyx had reappeared and taken Sister Lilith with her on her laundry duties, leaving me free to fret about the night all afternoon.
After bible meditation and a dinner of leftover stone soup, we all ate separately, Passing each other on our way in and out of the kitchen, I met Sister Lilith in the hall by the mudroom.
The setting sun meant all the candles and lanterns in the convent were lit and flickering.
Taking the old church from a daytime chill to an eerie night of shadows dancing across the stone—casting paintings of Mother Mary and crucifixes as abstract and warped distortions.
I rather preferred the convent at night, actually.
No priest wandering around.
Reverend Mother not around the corner ready to order me about.
The other nuns tucked away in bed.
It was my time to be alone.
Well, it used to be.
Sister Lilith and I stood in the dim lighting, avoiding looking at each other as we passed several doors, and I gestured to mine.
Once inside, it was clear that Reverend Mother had taken it upon herself to rearrange the space.
My bed was now on the wall with the window, and Sister Lilith’s was opposite mine on the wall by the door.
Between the two beds was a tall chest of drawers.
The space between us so narrow, the dresser touched the side of our mattresses.
We’d have to share it as our nightstand and place our candle lanterns and bibles on our respective sides. Tight quarters.
Perfect, great, just wonderful.
It was then I noticed that above each bed was a crucifix. Reverend Mother had even taken the time to decorate. With a sigh, I broke the silence. “Your bed.” I motioned. “My bed.”
Avoiding her gaze as she swayed in the doorway, I moved to the dresser and pulled out my nightgown.
Glancing over my shoulder, I pulled off my tunic.
Sister Lilith reached into her pocket and stared at her feet as I changed.
Getting into bed, I pulled my blanket over my shoulder and turned over.
Partly, I was mortified at our forced proximity after the intimacy we’d shared the day prior.
Secondly, I figured she probably felt the same and would want privacy as she changed for bed.
I listened as the wooden drawers opened and fabric rustled. Finally, a puff of breath sounded, and the candle flames extinguished, letting in only the blue light of the moon. Sister Lilith’s mattress squeaked, and after a moment, I felt it was safe to turn over and spare a look at her.
However, when I did, a small breath pushed from my lungs as heat invaded my senses.
Sister Lilith wasn’t in bed… no… dressed in a sheer white nightgown, her blond hair tied in a long braid down her back, the good and perfect nun knelt by her bed.
With elbows on her mattress and her hips round in the pale light—I sat up, feeling a surge of heat beat through my pulse.
As my eyes roamed her form, my mouth watered at the thought of getting to be between those perfect thighs.
To taste her on my tongue and feel the pressing of her inner flesh around my cheeks.
Through Reverend Mother, I’d found that I loved the act of drinking in a woman.
However, due to the nature of our prayers—while I’d always readily accepted her demands, I’d never sought it out on my own.
Our exchanges revolved around power and submission, not impulse.
But with Sister Lilith, something wholly new sparked in my lower belly.
A wild, almost feral urge to devour her.
I could hardly control myself. My breaths became ragged as my mouth salivated.
I wanted to slide my tongue between the lips of her pussy and inhale her sweet nectar.
While she perched her ass so perfectly in prayer, I wanted to be the answer to her shut-eyed murmurs to heavenly father.
In a twist of my temptation-riddled mind, I wondered if she were praying for me.
Was sweet, prim and proper Sister Lilith praying for the release I so desperately wanted to give her?
Could I be her answered prayer right then, right now?
Would she accept my blessing as I felt compelled by god to get off my bed.
Sister Lilith’s murmurs quietened as she listened for me.
I didn’t know what I was doing—the night air and the way I could make out the cleft of her ass and the two dimples in her lower back had me in a frenzy of need.
My black tunic was off, my long dark hair likewise braided, and the thin fabric of my sleep gown felt heavy and restrictive, regardless of being the least amount of clothing I wore the entire day.
Standing behind her, I gently caressed my knuckles down the curve of her neck. Sister Lilith inhaled a sharp breath, keeping her eyes closed and hands clutched on the bed in prayer.
“God?” she softly whispered aloud. “Is that you? Do you come to me as I am on my knees and I call your name?”
My earnest reply was instant. “Yes, this is god and I’m answering your prayers now.” I allowed my hands to rake through her golden hair that glowed white in the moonlight. “Keep your eyes closed and accept my good favor, Sister Lilith.”
“Yes,” she breathed, pressing her fists to her mouth and squinting her eyes closed. “Fill me with you, lord.”
Jesus fucking christ.
Greedily, I let my touch skim the outline of her waist as I dropped to my knees behind her. Leaning forward, I whispered hot in her ear. “Tell me to stop if you ever want me to stop, and I will, okay?”
Lilith nodded, keeping her face pressed to her prayer hands. “I need deliverance,” she panted.
“Oh, I’ll give you what you seek,” I said roughly, pushing my hands up under her nightgown.
A groan fled my throat when I finally felt the supple flesh of her ass beneath my palms. “This is what you hide under all those yards of holy fabric, is it? No underwear, either. Aren’t you the naughty nun?
” I squeezed her hips before massaging her ass.
“Have you been saving your purity just for me, Sister?”
Lilith nodded. “Yes, god. You know I am a pure and faithful servant. I have never been with another.”
Wetness pooled between my thighs at her small, prayerful confessions. “Of course you’re a virgin. Perfect little virgin, Lilith. You’ve saved yourself for your god, for me, haven’t you?”
“Please,” she said on a rasp, pushing her ass back into my hips.
My angel was done talking. She needed me and I needed her.
“Stay just as you are and continue to pray. Spread your knees. Yes, just like that.” I praised as she obeyed.
I’d never been on the order-giving side of a session before; however, somehow this felt nothing like prayer time with Reverend Mother.
This was different. This moment was built on compulsion and desire…
and I was deep with need for deliverance as well.
Deliverance in the form of Sister Lilith’s wet cunt sliding over my eager tongue.
I dropped lower, spreading her knees wider where she perched by her mattress. Lying down on my back, I slid underneath her. My hands tugged her gown over her bare ass as I positioned my head between the thick of her thighs. “Thighs and prayers,” I whispered.
“What would you have me do, god? Guide me in your ways,” she answered above me.
My hands snaked around her, relishing how soft she was beneath my touch, knowing I was touching parts of her no one else ever had.
The only disappointment was that in the darkness I was not able to fully see and admire her cunt…
however… I could memorize it with my mouth, couldn’t I? “Sit on my face, Sister Lilith.”
“What? Sit? Like sit down?”
“That is what your god demands. I have come to you in prayer and told you what to do. If you please me with your devotion, I will bless you.”
“Yes, okay,” she agreed, sounding unsure. There was an edge in her tone that sent me reeling. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her—and I wanted nothing more than to make her feel so very good.
My grip settled into the groove of her hips, urging her down. With pliable hesitation, she ultimately complied, and I received what I craved. The lips of her pussy at last met my mouth, and I let out a groan of satisfaction. Her small whimper answered, her hips jerking forward slightly.
“Keep praying, Sister Lilith,” I murmured against her wet cunt. “God rewards the faithful.”
“I do seek to please you, god,” she answered in a soft, breathy way. “Guide me in the way I should go.”
“So good for me,” I mumbled into the slick folds of her. My tongue lapped out, swiping up and across, taking in her sweet taste. “You taste like an angel,” I awed. “Such a perfect angel.”
“Oh,” Sister Lilith breathed. “That feels… that feels…”
“Divine?” I supplied as my tongue wore a path around her opening.
Sister Lilith sucked in a small gasp before answering. “Sinful… sinful and… good.”
“Move your hips back and forth.” I gripped her hips and rocked her forward and back, her wetness sliding from the top of my lip down to my chin. “Dear god, you’re so wet, Sister. Your holy waters… they’re dripping down my throat.”
Sister Lilith gripped the edge of the bed and arched her back, swaying her hips.
In my time as a nun, and in my studies beforehand, I’d heard sermons and stories of the great rapture.
When god himself would smite and destroy every sinner and then finally whisk every true believer up to heaven.
The last book of the bible, Revelations, described heaven in great detail.
Roads paved in gold and gates made of pearls. A place of eternal joy…
I glanced up, my mouth still full of her pussy, and beheld her face in its most glorious form—in the midst of experiencing rapture—what I had found to be rapture in its truest form.
My path of gold was the trail down her ass, across her wet cunt, and up to the pearl of her clit. Sister Lilith spread her legs and the gates of paradise opened for me, beckoning me home, welcoming me to the only heaven I desired.
Reverend Mother had taught me how to navigate a woman’s body.
She’d shepherded me down this path of assuaging my needs and taking communion in worship of the divinity of the female form.
It had been a sort of rapture for me, an end of warring with myself and running from men.
Heaven, however? No, I hadn’t felt I’d reached Utopia…
not until the moment I felt Lilith pumping her pussy over my tongue.
Short, little moans peeled out of her as she gripped the bedsheet and ground into my face.
Her juices dripped over my cheeks and slicked over her supple inner thighs.
God, I relished the feeling of her honey trickling down my chin.
Reaching up, I grabbed hard onto her ass, quickening and steadying her movements—pounding her into me with force as my tongue worked in tandem with her thrusts.
I answered her next whimper with, “I hear your righteous prayers. Oh, Sister Lilith, what holy vows you offer up through your cunt.”
“Yes, god, yes.” She tilted her head back, jaw slack and cheeks pink with life and need.
“Perfect angel,” I soothed. “On your knees in prayer and worship.”
“God, god, god,” she screeched, each time thinner and more desperate than the next.
Bible verses sprang to mind. They shouldn’t have, it was probably the worst time to think of scriptures, but I couldn’t help it. This was, in fact, prayer, was it not? My words vibrated against her pussy as she convulsed. “Drown me in your living waters, Sister Lilith. Baptize me in you.”
Sister Lilith broke just as beautifully as I’d fantasized she would.
The final book of the bible tells of a crystalline river of the water of life flowing from god’s throne.
With a chorus of moans, her walls broke forth and ushered in that very crystalline river as an offering to my mouth and face.
Her prayers reached me. I was her god, and my face was her throne.
Lilith rode out the tremors of her release while I eagerly licked up every drop.
The taste of her bliss on her inner thighs was especially delectable…
until finally, she pulled her leg over and smoothed her dress down over her hips, leaving me on my back and reeling in the aftershocks of that moment.
As I sat up, feeling my face sticky with her wetness, I scanned her face. Lilith avoided my gaze, sitting back on her knees with her hands folded in her lap. The perfect little nun.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, when her blue eyes glanced up through her lashes. “Amen,” she said softly.
There was more to say, more I wanted to speak of, but instead, I chose to let it be.
This was prayer… this was likely the same to her as Reverend Mother had been to me.
A session… a release… a time of prayer. I pushed down inconvenient feelings…
emotions that never sprang forth with Reverend Mother Veilentine.
Had she not shepherded me fully to have prepared me for…
for whatever this was with Sister Lilith?
I swallowed unformed words and tilted my chin. “Amen.”