Unholy Cravings: A Collection Of Taboo Erotica stories

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ors of the monastery, my chest ach

spent my nights in silk sheets with lovers I barely re

me with a knife. It left me wondering what I was really doing. I needed atonement a

with incense and aged wood, a sta

e thin cotton damp from sweat, outlining the

lt like a small act of defiance to

ed from the alcov

libacy and the divine. My breath caught as they approa

with salt and pepper hair cropped close and

s hands clasped before him. I coul

e had an athletic build that I marveled at how he had mai

her Elias Hawthorne and Father Thorne Blackwood, but I

ish, but there was a predatory ed

w, or doing something that didn't involve drooling over tw

But I didn't move, I stood rooted in place and I caught thei

's voice came as a low rumbl

. The mother superior has informed us of your intent

one on each side, their presence a warm pressure against my

a shiver up my spine. Heat pooled between my thighs and

e finally did, his eyes met mine with a fl

ad imagined it, maybe I was so far gone that

eaned in so his breath ghosted my ear. "What burdens bring

imagined that too, Father Thorne did not

e lies, the way I had revelled in the power of my body over men. And beneath it

in the pew. I was wet already, shamefully so. Than

these two men had gotten me

ach sinful syllable. When I stopped, he opened them, his gaze locking on

e can find strength. You will join our morning vigils, our labours i

ord private make me imagine things that

y inches from mine. I imagined them tracing the hem of my dr

riefly. Focus, Ela

rist, making my eye

vered my hand and was f

red into my eyes. Before I could fumble a response, Fathe

e way his habit draped over his broad sh

ound my breasts, cupping them, thumb cir

d I realized his entire focus was on me. I wanted to show

e a chamber, I was a wet trembling mes

her than before, his eyes raking over my body

brushing the doorframe near my hip. "If you get tempted in the

the meaning be

I tried to sleep, tossed and turned until not a singl

old myself I was going to join the pray

en a l

pened door of what I assume

dle of the room, eyes

"Come," Father Elias commanded softly, and I obeyed,

us," he murmured, his palm sliding dow

under the near touches, the accidental graze of Father Thorne's wrist against my breast as

ark, igniting the fir

ed, they rose, hel

irm, his thumb circling the bone in a

Sister. Tomorrow

ts. My finger delved inside my wetness, thrusting with rhythm and

mouth on my neck and Thorne's

crashed through me, my pussy clenching around my fingers and my juices soaking the sheets,

ling me without even

love