Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11
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[Church Gate]
Jude met exactly what he was told was waiting, and he nearly stumbled on the gate entrance as the blood-like scent of the roses hit his nose.
He gagged, literally.
Not only his eyes came wide, but the eyes of the Brothers who came out with him too.
They were too dumbfounded to speak, they just stared at the full truck of black roses which looks like a burial place of some sinner.
Jude was the first to gather courage and go close to the truck.
“Brother Jude!” The other Brothers called on him fearfully.
He didn’t look back nor answer.
The closer he got, the stronger the blood smell got.
A drop of the blood fell on the polo of his shirt when he arrived at the truck side, but he didn’t notice.
He’s too busy staring at the oddity of the truck. The second blood drop landed on his sleeves.
“Jude!!” The Brothers bellowed.
The third drop of blood dropped on his forehead as he began looking up.
He froze, but he didn’t stop looking up till his neck was completely stretched, then the fourth drip fell right below his chest.
And that was when he saw it.
A body!
There’s a body on the truck, lying in the middle of the moody roses!
A naked dead body of a male with a note carved into the flesh of his back!
The note: CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PRIESTLY ORDINATION, TOBIAS ST. GRAVES.
“No!” Jude lost his mind, falling on his butt. Horror rendered him powerless. He blocked his ears with his palms, screaming out.
“No!!!!!!! Father!!! Call Father!!!”
Two of the Brothers ran off to do that, but getting to the Church, they met frustrated women coming out already, complaining about how the handsome Priest isn’t in the Confession room.
Instead of him, it was one of the Monks handling confession session.
The two Brothers didn’t believe at first, but when they got to the Confession room and met a Monk inside the box, they shared a gasp.
“I was assigned to handle confessions right after the Mass.” The soft-spoken Monk cleared them.
The Brothers faced each other.
“Where’s Father Tobias?”
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[Counseling Room]
Seraphina’s finger is now knuckle-deep inside her p+ssy.
Her head is still thrown back against that oakwood wall, and now the sweat had spread from her cheeks and foot to her laps.
Beads of sweat formed on her laps, extending to her knees.
Her eyes are closed, toes vibrating inside her heels, arse hot against the chair she’s sitting on, p+ssy wet against that one finger stuck in.
Her own tightness made her throat close on nothing. The way her c+nt was sucking the finger in?
It scared her.
Was this how much she has been deprived? Starved? Desperate?
Her body responded to her finger, n+pp€s poking hard, cl+t breathing fast, thighs going rigid, hips bucking.
All of these feelings in just one minute, with just one finger, and she hasn’t even began moving.
It scared her more.
Who is she right now??
“Move it.” The dark voice hit her earlobes from the other side like a call of iniquity, and she sinned deeper, falling to the pit of hades.
She moved the finger.
Gently. Slowly.
In. Out.
In. Out.
Her p+ssy hugged that finger less tighter as she moved…
On her own tempo,
Ln her own pace,
Of her own volition.
She couldn’t close her mouth, couldn’t make her lips come together.
She landed in a starless horizon which only has bleeding moons, bathing her in blood.
But she continued sinking.
“Rub your clitoris with your thumb,” the depraved order came again.
She followed like a greedy dog.
Fingering her p+ssy and caressing herself on the cl+t at the same time felt like the most divine thing that has ever happened to her body.
Her kneecaps felt like they’d fall off her legs and render her limbless.
She felt shackled, yet free.
She felt dead, yet alive.
She felt doomed, yet saved.
There’s no appropriate word to explain the sensations.
Her second hand gripped the edge of her chair tight, and blood ran away from that palm with the tightness.
“Add the second finger.”
That order sounded edgier than the first orders. It ran her over.
Her second finger moved on it’s own before she could even move it.
It understood what she wanted, and the moment the fingers became two in her p+ssy, her body folded.
“Ah… ah!” Her first m+an slipped, juices coating her fingers, making them slick—a lick-able mess.
“Faster.” The order hit her. “Move harder, settle deeper. It’s yours. Touch every wall. Break it.”
She stretched herself, seeing gazillion-coloured rainbow and half-burnt sun behind her lids.
Her head snapped, p+ssy spasming.
“Ah…mm…damn…” Her second moan slipped from hell, burning in the devil’s flames. She felt the embers against her skin, and her fingers thrusted deeper, hitting the walls, tickling the flesh, multiplying the pleasure. She couldn’t hold back the loudest, sweetest moan.
“I don’t want this to stop…I don’t want….ahhh….hhh….”
Her legs shook with brutality, making the floor have a taste of her filthiness.
Her sweat stained the walls, sharing her sin with the oak.
Her m+ans sliced the air, dragging the room into her world.
She felt her stomach clenching, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip as the result of her sin came flooding.
She came, all-over her fingers.
Warm. Luscious. Wet.
She withdrew the fingers from her core, and delight shone in her eyes as she stared at the drippiness.
“To your mouth.” The last order dropped like a dead weight.
She slowly lifted the two beautifully stained fingers to her mouth, licking the liquid which tasted like ruin and carnage combined.
It stayed on her tongue even after she withdrew the fingers from her mouth, and that was when her evaporated senses began returning.
This is a Church, Seraphina.
This is a Church.
She spranged up, and she nearly fell back to the chair as a result of the slick friction between her legs.
It was enough to make her stomach and body coil.
Guilt engulfed her, and the absolute shame of what she just did.
She just touched herself inside a fuckin’ Church!
Wait…
The counselor called her name.
How did he know her name if he wasn’t seeing her face?
He told her to lift her skirt.
How did he know she wore a skirt?
All the abnormalities began lining up for her, and her mind raced, again.
She bursted through the door in the middle of the room, stepping into the other box where the counselor is supposed to be at.
But it’s a completely empty.
It nearly echoed.
She froze. Her throat bobbed as hot saliva ran down.
Who was that?
Who made her c+m?
“Mrs. St. Graves?” A voice suddenly broke behind her.
She jumped, facing behind to see a Brother standing by the door.
“I’m sorry of I intruded, but is the counseling over?” He asked.
“Who was my counselor?” Seraphina asked instead of answering him.
The Brother blinked. “We have too many counselors in the Church, ma’am. It could be anybody, and you know the policy. We keep your identity hidden, and theirs hidden.”
He didn’t wait after saying that. He left the room.
Seraphina’s mind scattered, and now she didn’t sweat cos of pleasure.
She sweated with fear.
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After searching the Church with no sign of the Priest, the second Brother decided to visit the Rectory.
Maybe the Priest went back early.
But the Rectory door was tightly shut when he arrived, so he went back in frustration.
He had barely moved a second away from the building when Tobias appeared from the Church area, looking as unsettling as ever in his usual uncanny kind of way.
The Brother paused.
He’s coming from the Church way?
Same Church he searched completely?
Tobias inserted a voice modulator into his vestment pocket as the Brother came closer.
“Father, I’ve searched everywhere for—”
“Any issue?” Tobias cut in coldly.
“The front gate, black roses….”
Tobias was already walking as the Brother talked breathlessly.
“And a body!” The Brother quickly added.
Tobias stopped, looking back over his shoulder. The Brother expected him to be wide-eyed and have at least a little look of shock in his eyes.
But nothing stuck in those eyes.
Just that usual shade that makes people feel uncomfortable.
“A body?” His voice picked.
“Yes, Father.” The Brother nodded.
Tobias moved again, walking hollowly to the front gate.
Thankfully, Jude and the other Brothers were able to keep it from the eyes of the Church people.
Now it’s just the Church workers present at the scene.
“Father!” Jude spranged up.
“Father!” Nun Estelle shouted too, right beside Jude. “Father! There’s a body! There’s a body!”
She ran to Tobias and grabbed him tight by the arm.
Instantly, Tobias got spooked and wanted to knock her off and see her blood, but even in this moment of gore, he wanted to play, so he let her.
He wants to see what she’d look like when he gives her hope that they can get close, then tommorow or the next, he discards her like shit.
Jude should be scolding Estelle right now that she shouldn’t be holding a Priest like that, but he’s too occupied with the scene in front of everyone.
The Truck. Black Roses. The Body.
Tobias allowed Estelle lead him to the front, and in Estelle’s mind right now? She could die.
She could feel his muscles under her palm, and she stylishly caressed, feeling heat between her legs.
This move just confirmed that she’s really romantically affected by this hot Priest. She wants his lips on hers so bad, but this much is enough for her—for now.
Nun Ruth was glaring at her, but Nun Grace and the other Nuns were staring at the truck.
Tobias stopped beside the truck and ran his eyes over the details. He didn’t have to stare before knowing where this came from.
He hates red roses, but bloody black roses are his favorite.
This person picked his favorite and even topped it with a congratulatory note on a human body.
How considerate.
He ordered the offloading of the body, and Jude quickly climbed the truck, rolling the body down.
It fell and landed in front of Tobias.
“It’s too scary!” Estelle quickly hid her face in his chest.
Nun Ruth glared harder.
Tobias just let Estelle be.
He stared at the note on the back of the dead man for a minute, photographing it in his memory.
“Send the body over to my family Memorial Estates. He’ll be given a proper burial.” He ordered.
“No! We should get to the root of it!” Nun Ruth stepped forward, her resentment for Tobias shadowing her eyes as she stood in front of him. “Who sent you a note on a dead body and black roses? Your Odium cult?”
Everyone around gasped including Jude and Estelle.
“Nun Ruth!” Jude shouted.
“No I need him to answer where the flowers came from! Lots of oddities have been going on since he came here! He has a dog who bit three Nuns including me. He took the dog to his Rectory and wears black vestments instead of white! Now, black bloody roses layered with a dead body? Father Tobias St. Graves, who exactly are you!”
“You’re an idiot for that question, Ruth!” Estelle spat.
“And you’re a fool!” Ruth yelled, tears suddenly flowing out of her eyes.
“Nun Ruth?” Jude said softly, worriedly.
Why is she crying?
Estelle wanted to blurt out something hurtful to Ruth, but Tobias raised an hand, meaning no.
Estelle went quiet.
Tobias stared at Ruth’s teary eyes like they’re some holes. He felt the urge to poke her right eye with his finger.
Those eyes.
Her eyes.
The eyes that once rolled beneath him while he was on top of her.
He shifted a leg closer to her, leaning in till his chin rested beside her ear before he spoke in a weird hush…
“Now don’t make me run wild here, Ruthie. We both know how loud you cry when things don’t go the way you want. Keep it down, and stay off my fuckin’ way, or i tear you up.”
Ruth went cold, she inhaled without meaning to.
She couldn’t even exhale after inhaling. She entered key mode.
Seeing that reaction from her, Nun Estelle smirked. ‘I knew she liked him romantically. Look at her losing her breaths at the smell of his scent’ she thought jealously.
Tobias stepped away from Ruth. He was already walking back into the Church as he spoke…
“Jude, send the body over to my family Memorial Estates for burial. Anyone of you who loves the Church can gather to pray against the blood. It was sent by a personal enemy.”
He was already inside the gate before the last word dropped.
Jude was still feeling chills in his bones even after Tobias left completely.
Father Tobias dismissed this ominous, serious issue just like that?
But what can he do?
He’s just a Brother, Tobias is a Priest.
He’s expected to do anything the Priest orders, so he did.
The Church ambulance was driven out, and the body was taken away.
While the others began going back inside the Church, gossiping fearfully and chatting in skittish voices, Nun Ruth remained standing.
She didn’t move.
She still couldn’t breathe at all.
Estelle moved to her, rolling eyes.
“I just knew it, you’re crushing on the Priest! It’s obvious!”
Ruth couldn’t even reply. She’s still in a daze, still trapped.
Nun Grace grabbed her and took her away from the gate.
Estelle hissed.
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[Dean’s Mansion]
Seraphina has been wet in the bathroom for a while now.
The house was empty when she arrived. Dean is probably with Kelly again, so she’s luckily in alone.
The bathroom seems like her surest place of refuge now, so she took advantage of it, staying under the warm water splash.
The water even left the warm line and started getting hot, but she left it that way, punishing herself.
Her back turned faint red as the water washed it.
She’s not even touching her body. She made no attempt to wash.
She touched enough at the Church. She feels too guilty to touch again.
And the craziest part is that it felt good. The sweetest thing she has ever experienced. She could still taste her own p+ssy in her mouth.
She could feel her fingers in her c+nt. She could still hear her own moans.
She could still feel herself cumming hard. ALL IN A CHURCH.
Her guilt grew.
She doesn’t even know who the councilor was.
She can’t pinpoint who.
And worse? She checked the catalogue of the Church councillors, and they’re all middle-aged men.
Starting from age 50.
So a middle-aged man made her c+m hot like that? F+ck.
She wants to hang.
She hugged herself under the shower, pinching her own thigh.
F+ck.
What has she done?
Inside the bedroom, her phone kept ringing with ‘Lis’ on screen.
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