CHAPTER 192: CHAPTER 193: MORE CONFESSIONS

Silence fell. Heavy. Charged. Shila’s fingers trembled. She looked up at him—blue eyes meeting hers. The air between them crackled.

Her core ached. Throbbed. The need built—slow, overwhelming. ’Touch him. Taste him. Let the fire burn.’

She hooked her fingers in his belt. Pulled. Slow. The leather whispered as it loosened. His pants shifted.

She sank to her knees—habit pooling around her like a surrendered veil. The stone bit her knees, but she didn’t care. Her hands traced the bulge. Felt it twitch under her palm. Hard. Full. ’its... soooo big... I need it...’

"Shila..." Aiden’s voice was low. Warning? Want? She didn’t stop. Pulled his pants all the way down. His cock sprang free—thick, long, veined. The head glistened with pre-cum.

She stared. Licked her lips. Lust crashed over her—wave after wave. The blood sang. Faith? Forgotten. "I... I need this," she whispered, voice breaking. "Need you... your cock... please..."

He didn’t move. Just watched. His blue eyes burning. Shila leaned in—slow, teasing. Her breath ghosted the tip. Then her tongue—flat, warm—licked up the underside.

Tasting salt. Musk. Him. "Mmm..." She moaned soft. Wrapped her lips around the head—sucking gentle. Slow. Tongue swirling the slit, lapping pre-cum like holy water.

Her hands cupped his balls—soft, heavy—rolling them gentle. "So... ’full’... ’hot’... let me worship it... ’suck’ you deep..."

Aiden groaned low. His hand threaded her auburn hair—guiding, not forcing. "That’s it... ’take’ it, Abbess... show me your worship..." She did—sliding deeper, lips stretching wide. Her throat relaxed—gagging soft but pushing on. Wet.

Sloppy. "Glurk... ’deeper’... fuck my abbess mouth... ’ruin’ it for prayers..." Saliva dripped down her chin, soaking her habit’s collar.

Glourk! Glock! Glurck!

She bobbed faster—cheeks hollowing, tongue lashing the veins. The taste—addictive. Her pussy throbbed.

Wet. Empty. Fingers slipped under her habit—tracing her slit. Rubbing her clit frantic. "Mmmph... ’yes’... your cock... ’throbbing in my mouth’... cum for me... ’feed’ your holy slut..."

The room filled with wet sounds—her sucking, gagging, moaning muffled around him. Aiden’s control frayed—thrusts quickening.

"Good girl... ’choke’ on it... beg for my load down your throat." Shila pulled off gasping—saliva strings connecting her lips to his tip

. "Please... ’yes’... flood my mouth... I want to ’swallow’ the prophet’s seed... ’mark’ me inside!" She dove back—deeper, throat bulging. Aiden roared—spilling hot jets down her throat. Thick. Pulsing.

She swallowed greedy—gagging, choking, but taking it all. Some leaked out—dripping down her chin, staining her habit white.

She pulled off slow—lips swollen, eyes glazed. "More... I ’neeeeeed’ more..." Her hand stroked him—keeping him hard.

Fingers still deep in her pussy, pumping lazy. Aiden hauled her up—spinning her against the wall. "Your turn to ’confess’ deeper."

His hands yanked her habit open—buttons popping, fabric tearing. Her body bared—pale skin flushed, full curves glowing in candlelight. No undergarments. Just her—wet, ready. "Bend over... ’show’ me that abbess ass."

Shila obeyed—ass up, hands on the desk. "Yes... ’take’ me... ’wreck’ your holy hole... ’fuck’ the prayers out!"

Aiden aligned—cock tracing her slit. Teasing. Then slammed home. Deep. Brutal. She screamed—echoing loud:

"Fuuuuck... ’yes’... so ’thick’... ’pound’ me... ’deeper’!" He did—hips snapping fast, slap-slap of skin. One hand fisted her hair—yanking back. The other spanked her ass red: slap! "Beg for it... ’moan’ like your sisters... tell me how my cock ’owns’ you."

" You Own me... yes... Yess yesssss....’ruin’ this abbess pussy... ’harder’... make me ’gush’ for you!...ahhh .ahhh....AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

Shila shattered—gushing hot around him, body quaking.

Aiden thrust through—spilling deep: "Take it... bred like the slut you are." She milked him—pussy pulsing, cum leaking out.

"...sooo ..good" she whispered to herself.

The room reeked of sex—musk, sweat, and that faint, salty tang of cum still leaking from Shila’s pussy.

She lay sprawled across Aiden’s lap, her habit twisted around her waist like a discarded vow, full breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

Her auburn hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, blue eyes half-lidded in the afterglow, but already sharpening with fresh want.

Aiden’s cock twitched against her thigh—still slick from her mouth and pussy, half-hard but greedy for more. He ran a hand up her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, dipping low to squeeze her ass cheek. The skin there was warm, marked faint from his earlier spanks.

Shila shifted, feeling him stir against her. She looked down—saw the thick length, veined and glossy, nestled between her legs.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, a fresh throb of need hitting her hard. "Aiden..." she breathed, voice husky, rough from gagging on him.

"That was... fuck. Your cock... it’s still hard." Her fingers wrapped around it—stroking slow, feeling the pulse jump under her palm.

She squeezed the base, thumb teasing the slit, smearing leftover cum. "You just bred me... filled me up... and you still want more? Here? In this room... with the sisters praying outside?"

Aiden chuckled—low, rough, the sound vibrating through her. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers brushing her swollen folds. He dipped one in easy—wet, easy from his load and her gush.

"You think I can stop? Your pussy’s still dripping my cum... clenching like it needs another round." He pumped slow—two fingers now, curling just right against her g-spot.

"Aaahhhh...."

Shila gasped, hips bucking against his hand. "See? You’re soake.. Admit it—you want me to pound you again. Right here. Where anyone could walk in..and see us, cause thats how like it, don’t you?...."

She moaned soft, arching into his touch—free hand clutching his shoulder, nails digging in. "God... yes... your fingers... deeper... but fuck, Aiden... the sisters... they’ll hear. One knock, and..."

Her words trailed off into a whimper as he added a third finger, stretching her slow. The wet squelch was loud in the quiet room—her pussy sucking him in, greedy.

"They’re... they’re out there... praying... and I’m here... leaking your cum... needing more. It’s wrong... but fuck...."

Aiden’s free hand cupped her breast—squeezing the full mound, thumb flicking her nipple until it hardened tight.

"Wrong? That’s the fun part. Let them hear. Let them wonder why their abbess is moaning like a slut." He leaned in, mouth hot on her neck—nipping the skin, sucking a mark that would bruise pretty under her collar.

"Tell me... BEG me to fuck you again. Say how bad you need this cock owning you... right now."

Shila’s breath hitched—his fingers pumping faster, thumb grinding her clit in tight circles. Her pussy throbbed, walls fluttering around him, building that coil tight and fast.

"Please... Aiden... I need it... your cock... deep again... wreck my abbess pussy again..... make me forget the prayers... * please

... deeper... make me..aaahhh...ahh..make me squirt again... ohhh... "

The booth shook as he pushed her back against the wall harder. He thrust in deep—again.

And again. Slow at first, savoring the tight, wet slide—her pussy still sensitive, clenching around him like it never wanted to let go.

"Feel that? Your ’church pussy’ ’gripping’ me... ’beg’ for it harder, ... tell me how bad you need my cock ’wrecking’ you in this holy hole."

She shattered fast—legs wrapping around his waist, nails raking his back through robes: "Yesss... ’harder’... ’pound’ me... fuck this blasphemy out of me... your cock’s ’cleansing’ me... ’deeper’... make me ’drip’ your cum all over the floor!"

Aaahhh...ahh..ahh. ❤️

Her moans filled the booth—loud, echoing off walls, risking the empty church beyond. Aiden growled, hips snapping brutal—slap-slap-slap of skin on skin, his balls smacking her ass with each thrust.

One hand mauled her breast—squeezing the full mound, pinching the nipple hard until she yelped: "Ahh... ’twist’ it... ’hurt’ me good... ’yes’... I’m your church slut... ’breed’ me breed me more, make me your whore, your very own personal slut!"

He spun her quick—facing the lattice now, bending her over the bench. Her tits squished against wood, nipples scraping rough as he slammed back in from behind—brutal, deep, hand fisting her red hair to yank her head back.

"Look at the screen... imagine someone watching us, like you were watching me and someone else,... ’moan’ for her... let her hear, let everyone hear, how I ’own’ you." She did—her eyes locked on the lattice, imagining the nuns.

But at the other side, there was someone, someone of the same rank as her. Another abbess with green eyes.

Amber.

"Fuck... ’yes’... Abbess, oh abbess... hear me... He’s ’wrecking’ me... his cock’s ’deeper’ than your fingers... ’ahhhhh fuuuck fuck fuck...’i’m cumming’ again... ’gushing’ for him!" She shattered—pussy pulsing, squirting hot against his thighs, soaking the floor in puddles.

Aiden didn’t stop—pounding through it, hand spanking her ass red: ’slap-slap’!.

"Take it... ’clench’ tighter... beg for my load... tell me you’ll carry it like a prayer." Sabrina screamed breathy

"’Fill’ me... ’fuck’ your nun... ’yes’... ’drown’ my womb... ’oh lordddd’... ’deeper’!"

He roared—burying to the hilt, spilling fresh jets inside her—hot, pulsing, flooding until it backed up, creamy leaks leaking down her legs.

She collapsed against the bench, body limp, pussy twitching—cum pooling beneath her

Aiden pulled out slow, cock slick and spent, but he turned her gentle—kissing her forehead, then lips soft: "Good girl... ’marked’ in his house. Feel better now?"

Shila laughed weak, hand trailing his chest: "ohhh, oh my prophet... You ’wrecked’ me... again and again and.. ’again’. But fuck... It feels sooo much ’better’." Her eyes sparkled, sated but hungry—leaning in for one more kiss.

"Next time... ’my’ quarters, on my bed ’All night’..."

Aiden grinned, helping her dress—fingers lingering on her curves: "Deal...."

She smirked, nipping his lip: "Maybe. If you ’earn’ it." She slipped out first, hood up, footsteps fading. The booth fell quiet—save for Aiden’s chuckle.

The church bells tolled distant. Sins piled higher. But the confessional? It waited for more.

As shila walked out the room, Aiden. Was right, even though he heard the steps. She was still there in the corner.

Standing quietly Just her heavy pants. She straightened her habit, cheeks flushed, a lazy smile curving her lips.

"Ammmbbbber, I know you’re out there...Come in."