Chapter 32 #2
Like the good nun that she was, Lilith obeyed, pulling down my panties, leaving me fully nude in the sanctuary. “I like you this way,” Lilith said, snaking her arms around me from behind. “You are divinity, Jezebella.”
Reverend Mother glanced over her shoulder. “Sister Pandorian, on the floor. Sister Delilyx, on the pew. Lock your legs together and show us what you were doing in the prayer closet that day Sister Jezebella found you.”
“Yes, Reverend Mother,” they said, getting into position.
Turning her attention back to ours, our prioress extended the whip, touching the looped leather tip to my chin and guiding it down my neck. “Reach around and put three fingers inside her, Sister Lilith.”
“Mmm…” She moaned into my ear. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I replied, breathless.
Lilith skimmed her touch down my belly, finally reaching between my thighs. She parted me, slipping her fingers up and down my slit. “Oh, Reverend Mother, you’ve prepared such a wonderful nun for me. This one is so wet and ready to receive my holy offering.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Veilentine responded. “Let me hear how wet. Make it echo like a hymn through god’s house.”
Lilith pushed three fingers inside me, and I cried out at the feeling of fullness. Naked, bare, and on full display like a lamb on their altar… and there’s nowhere else I’d rather have been.
The whip glided over my breasts, making a figure eight around each of them. My nipples stood at attention under Reverend Mother’s scrutiny. All of a sudden, the wet sounds of Lilith fingering me were audible—humiliatingly so.
“A sweet little song,” Lilith said. “You take me so well, Jezebella.”
The fullness of her dizzied my mind as I looked over at Pandorian and Delilyx. Somehow, with Delilyx on the edge of the pew, and Pandorian on the floor, lifting her pelvis, they’d intertwined their legs and were getting into position.
Suddenly, pain shot through my right nipple with a crisp slap. Before I could register what had happened, the pain repeated on my left nipple as Reverend Mother snapped the whip at my breasts.
Calling over her shoulder, she ordered. “Now, go on and grind your pussies on each other, good and faithful little nuns. I want to hear you, sing your chorus for all to bask in your glory.”
Over their yeses, Reverend Mother dragged the whip down my belly then. “Move your hand aside as you pump into her,” she directed Lilith. “Very good. Now, use your other hand to part her, let me see her clit glistening in the candlelight.”
“Yes, Reverend Mother,” Lilith answered, her tone dripping with sensuality. I wished I could see her face.
Cool air chilled against my warmth as she parted me. “I’m going to come,” I breathed. “I’m going to come so hard.”
“Will you squirt for us?” Lilith asked. “Will you drench this sanctuary in your holy waters? Will you leave them as an offering here at the altar?”
Reverend Mother’s whip skimmed to the top of my pussy just as movement and moans echoed behind her as Pandorian and Delilyx moved against each other.
“Insert a fourth finger,” Veilentine instructed. “She can take it.”
Instantly, Lilith obeyed, stretching me with the addition of another finger. “So good for us,” Lilith whispered. “You’re going to come so perfectly.”
Pain flashed across my clit as the whip snapped against me. Lilith’s pace increased, coaxing out my peak, bringing every bit of bliss to my surface, just waiting for another—snap.
Snap.
Snap.
I shattered, moaning and groaning my pleasure. My release was a flood pouring down Lilith’s knuckles and dripping to the floor, creating a puddle of sacrificial offering to god. I leaned back, letting Lilith hold me upright.
“Very good,” Reverend Mother encouraged. “Now, go up onto the altar and do what your Sisters in Christ are doing.” Her heels clipped through my puddle of wetness on the floor as she perched briskly in the pew to watch her church service. “Join together in worship and praise, my sweet little nuns.”
Lilith shed her robe, revealing herself to be naked as I was.
No turning away this time, she looked me head on in all her glorious perfection.
Locking her slick fingers with mine, she guided me up the altar steps.
We sat down on the altar I’d gazed at for months.
The same altar from every church I’d ever been to.
A statuesque Jesus on a cross above us, looking as forlorn and bored as ever.
Prayer candles dancing with fire around us, Lilith nudged me backward.
Parting my legs, she put one knee to straddle my hip, and the other between my legs.
Reaching down, I slipped my fingers against her, feeling her own nectar at my touch. I brought it to my mouth for a taste. “The land of milk and honey,” I said, sucking her taste off my skin.
“Help me get us aligned,” she said in a breathless plea. “I want to feel us together. I want our waters combined.” She looked to Pandorian and Delilyx as they moved their hips into each other, moaning as the sounds of their joined wetness echoed in the hollow room. “Like that. Just like that.”
“Okay,” I said, reaching down to widen myself. “You do the same, then lower onto me.”
With a nod, Lilith followed my lead. I guided her by her hips into the right position as she lowered. Then, like magic, our clits were in perfect harmony with each other. I thrust forward, pressing into her, and she let out a moan.
Rocking back and forth, she met my thrusts, each tremor of our hips gliding our clits across each other’s.
I held onto her ass, and she reached for my breast, toying my nipples between her fingers.
When I looked up at her, I saw the most perfect angel.
The kind the bible failed miserably to describe.
There were no descriptions of her beauty.
Hers was the type of wonder you could only behold with your eyes and feel with your heart.
“My angel,” I whispered, reaching up to run my thumb along her lower lip. “Angel eyes.”
“My demon,” she sighed. “Demon lips.”
Reverend Mother called from her pew. “That’s it, my flock. Let god hear your flawless and holy worship.”
As the voices at the front of the altar cried out, so did Lilith, pressing her pussy into mine. Her holiness washed over me, seeping into me, flooding me in her, spilling sacredness onto the altar. My own bliss echoed as I offered my sacrifice to god, to her—they were one and the same.
“God, yes,” I moaned, reaching up to twist my fingers through her hair. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she answered.
Despite years of fervent prayer and wise sermons, I’d only ever found god between my Sister in Christ’s thighs.
At midnight mass, I found more than something as simple as the notion of god.
I found divinity in a woman loving a woman.
My highest calling wasn’t holiness, it was this— it was her.
My vows gained a fullness as an understanding clicked into place.
At midnight mass, between the thighs of god, every prophecy was fulfilled.
At long last, a prayer answered.