Sweet Sin - S01 E17

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Sweet Sin - S01 E17

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

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The order sounded like a face-first fall to surrender. Seraphina didn’t let it get cold before her legs lifted off the holy floor.

She sat on the table, spreading her legs without being told to.

She hadn’t met him for long, but she spent enough time with and around him to know the weight of sick things he’s thinking right now.

If pressed to her shoulders as she sat on that table. She felt the heaviness on her chest—coupled with the heaviness of her own breasts.

She spread those legs to each ends of the table—so wide. Her tight p$ssy sat pretty in the middle of those legs with the pinkest folds existing, swelled clit as a result of her wetness which was already dripping unto the table.

She’s clean-shaven—extra-clean, with really fleshy laps and the smoothest knees ever to crown it.

She swallowed another gulp as her eyes went up to meet the Dog in front of her—the Dog in Priest form.

And she likes the look she saw in his eyes. The way his eyes are focused in the middle of her legs like he wants to eat that meal right now. The way the blueness seemed to darken more and more and damn more.

The way his brows twitched. The way his lips seemed to twitch, too. The way his jaws ticked, and his hold on the candles went so tight…

The candles broke into equal halves.

She likes the way her plan worked. He has to like what he’s seeing for the plan to move forward, and she got confirmation that he likes it already.

She mightn’t be seeing his massive chest as it’s hidden beneath his vestments, but the clothes weren’t enough to hide the way his chest contracted underneath.

She pressed her teeth to her upper lip, giving it a bite.

The Church surrounding is as silent as a graveyard, and of course she’s scared that someone might enter, but her desperation is higher than her fear now. If anyone enters, she’s gonna shamelessly continue this.

She doesn’t give a f+ck.

But why isn’t he moving?

Did she misjudge?

Does he not like what he’s seeing?

She shifted to the edge of the table and re-widened her legs, grinding the table with her arse.

The shadows of the remaining three altar candles reflected on her br+àsts, dancing on the succulent flesh.

“I didn’t tell you to move,” Tobias finally cracked up, thickly.

“I’m impatient, Father. I need my sanity back.” Seraphina muttered.

“You came to me in search of sanity?” Tobias smirked, dropping the broken candles on the floor.

It left a large burn in the middle of his palm.

He stepped over the candles, and his large palms grabbed her laps.

Seraphina gasped throatily, wanting to grab his shoulders…

“Don’t touch me, yet.” He instructed, tone foreboding and cold it almost left a frostbite on her skin.

Her hands went back down.

She rested them on the space behind the table where her arse isn’t touching.

“You made a mistake,” he raised his lashes. “There’s no sanity here. Only unorthodox deeds.” He finished.

Seraphina’s chest slammed wildly.

Before she could get what was going to happen, he shoved one of the last three altar candles into her throat.

It’s still burning, but the unburnt base stayed in her mouth while the burning part stayed outside.

“You can’t moan, you can’t spit out the candle, and I won’t stop till the candle burns to the second fuckin’ half.” He instructed, darkly scary.

Seraphina couldn’t reply.

She didn’t even get the chance to nod before Tobias entered her p+ssy with two long fingers.

Seraphina gagged on the candle, her palms stinging on the table.

He didn’t stop inserting the fingers till they went all in. They disappeared into her p+ssy totally, settling so deep inside of her.

Seraphina’s life shook. She got lost in pains and pleasure from the merciless intrusion. Her throat tightened around the candle.

Her p+ssy walls stretched, following the lead of his fingers.

He didn’t lock eyes with her as he began moving. His eyes stayed on her chest—on the fresh br£+sts.

Her n1+pples are like round hard beads on top of her br£+sts. They’re madly er+ct, pointing forward.

She whimpered around the candle, saliva coating the stick, and tears coating her lashes.

His second hand held her lap while the first one f+cked her c+nt. His fingers are even better her bastard boyfriend’s d+ck in highschool.

That tiny d+ck can’t compare to these fingers in every world.

Now, if Tobias fingers are this addictively massive, then his c+vk would be destructive.

Seraphina has no idea how these thoughts made their way to her head, but maybe because she’s forbidden from moaning. Maybe because there are so many beautiful sounds she wants to make right now, but no chance to open her mouth.

Maybe because the candle is gagging her throat. Maybe because her p+ssy feels like it’s on fire.

Maybe because…her thighs are already shaking with the pressure of her crashing orgasm.

He hasn’t even spent five minutes drilling her. Yet, she’s dripping hard, staining the communion table with her juices. Her c+nt made wet noises as his fingers went in and out brutally, speeding mercilessly fast.

“You’re a damn lake, Dog.” Tobias spoke the first mocking word. “So shamelessly drenched. Tell me, are you always this wet? Or is it the thrill of the fact that we’re in a empty Church?” He brought his face closer, stealing her remaining air.

Seraphina bit into the candle, nearly swallowing it. Tasteless wax smeared across her tongue.

“Oh I forgot…you can’t speak now. You’re at my mercy…” He breathed jestingly, withdrawing his fingers but slamming them back into her greedy p+ssy immediately.

So rough. So deep. So hard.

Seraphina’s throat took in the candle, and she begged for mercy with her eyes, but he wouldn’t give her that.

Now, he’s plucking her sanity heartlessly with the finger thrusts.

He’s thrusting damn bad.

She did this to herself in the counseling box, but maybe her small fingers aren’t long and big as his own.

This is….

A whole new level.

Her p+ssy wept, cried, shed hot tears. She dripped too much it flooded down the legs of the table.

She squ+rted shamelessly.

Her squirt mixed with the communion wine on the ground.

Her bre+sts and arse bounced, pounding the oakwood table and spreading the liquid of her sin.

Her chest hollowed.

She wants to pass out. She lost her breaths along with her mind.

Tobias increased the pace of the finger rush, pinching her cl+t.

He used his other hand to caress the face of the p+ssy.

She shattered, for the third time.

She came so recklessly on his fingers.

Sweat grew on her skin pores, entering her eyes.

Now, her clothes and thongs already burned to ashes.

The candle fell off her mouth. She instantly held Tobias hand to her p+ssy. He was about to withdraw.

“Dog, don’t…don’t stop yet…” She swallowed, lips trembling, breaths shaky, heavy, rushed.

“I’m the bigger Dog here, you don’t get to stay satisfied as you wish.” Tobias deadpanned, sickly as his fingers came out wet.

He licked the finger base with his tongue, then shoved the top of it to her small mouth.

She licked, too.

She badly wants to hold his wrist while she licked his finger juice, but he clearly said she’s not allowed to touch him. But why?

With deliberate slowness, he slipped the finger out of her mouth.

When she jumped down from the table, her br+àsts and a+s did a deadly bounce, again.

Tobias didn’t look at them.

This shit is bit by bit.

No devil in his right mind eats his offerings at once.

This one is only a warm-up.

He’s gonna enjoy this torment. He’ll enjoy the corruption and defilement.

“Go to the shelter donation room,” he directed. “Find yourself something.”

Seraphina moved immediately.

This time, Tobias looked.

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A naked temple, walking in the Church, bouncing so hard.

That a+s…

How perfectly would it spread if he splits it apart and f+cks her as+h0le till she sheds hot tears.

Holy hell…

She has no idea what awaits her.

She came out of the room five minutes later, wearing a body-hugging dress.

It’s supposed to be free, but her curves took all of it.

She obviously looks uncomfortable as she walked back to him.

She slipped her feet in her shoes and stood expectantly in front of him.

“Go outside the gate. A car will be waiting with Jude inside. He’ll take you to a high-end hotel. Stay in the booked room till you get my call.” He gave her a burner phone.

She took it slowly.

Their gazes separated slowly too, and she walked out of the Church.

Tobias turned back to the defiled altar, rolling his eyes around her mess of squ+rt on the table. Candles and her burnt clothes on the ground.

“This is only the start of your desecration, f+ckin altar.” He uttered, face darkening more.

He retrieved his phone and punched a text to Jude.

As he typed, his eyes and rain clouds shared a shade. He threw his head back, placing the tip of his tongue between his front teeth.

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[Nuns Convent]

The general prayers ended at past 8.

Nuns have the remaining minutes before 10pm to rest before going for communion.

While some went to the fruits garden behind the convent to gather fruits for fast breaking, some sat at the convent passage, chatting extensively about the Sunday crowd.

“Everyone knows who they really came for. They were commenting nonstop on the Priest’s eyes. Is he the first man to posess blue eyes?”

“The Priest is bringing new faces to Church, that’s all I want.”

“I don’t think it’s only about his blue eyes alone, but his aura. There’s just something about him.”

Different opinions and sentences floated the air, and as Nun Estelle entered the passage with her bowl of dirty clothes, she stopped to listen.

She’s on her way to the lavatory to wash her garments, but anything about Tobias? She’s in.

She smiled when she heard the positive talks about him. She can’t wait to got for communion to break this fast by 10. He’ll be feeding them the communion anyways.

She misses him.

“Let’s say we aren’t Nuns, that we’re free to have romantic relationships, how many of y’all would be willing to date Father Tobias?” She asked.

Every Nun present in the passage raised her hand immediately, including Estelle herself.

“I knew it!” Estelle smiled, pushing her bowl of clothes to a side.

She sat to gossip with them.

At the end of the passage, Nun Ruth stood alone, leaning on the banister with her elbows.

She’s seeing and hearing everything, but she pretended not to.

Seeing how all the Nuns raised their hands at Estelle’s question, she pinched herself on the arm.

It has always been like that. Every female have always wanted him.

Even with the fact that he was a popular wicked cultist in Hollow University, ninety-nine percent of the campus girls would let him f+ck them on the bare ground.

Some called him Blue-Eyed Satan.

Some called him Black Rose.

His cult members called him Wrath.

Tobias once visited a lecturer, butchered him in his tub, and delivered all his peeled skin in a box to the Chancellor’s office with a black rose on the cover of the box.

The cops found no evidence against him. He has a way of erasing evidences without a trace.

Yeah, he’s like that.

But still,

Girls would gladly spread their p+ssy wide. And those girls included her.

She spread her p$ssy wide for him, too. He f+cked her so good, multiple times in different positions, and she fell madly for that cruel bastard.

But he…

“Nun Ruth?” Nun Grace called, bringing her out of her thoughts.

She turned to see Grace approaching, and she quickly walked away before Grace could reach her.

Grace knotted her brows. “Is she ok?”

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[8:30PM]

‘Hotel Hennessey’ Flashed in neon elegantly in front of the skyscraper when Jude brought the car to a stop.

The hotel is alone in a quiet industrious street, but it’s a private hotel which only accepts bookings.

Seraphina stared at the hotel through the window of the backseat she’s at.

She really met Jude waiting in front of the Church gate, and she literally jumped in the car with him. Jude provided her with the scarf and black shades she’s wearing now.

She came down with Jude, and he led her into the hotel without a word.

Lobby is empty, but they met two concierges at the receiving table.

“Jude Achilles,” he showed them his exclusive booking card on his phone screen. Tobias must have booked the hotel in Jude’s name.

The concierges confirmed it within a second, then they gave them big, welcoming smiles. “Welcome to Hotel Hennessy. Follow me, please.”

Jude motioned for Seraphina to follow, and she pulled down her short gown before following.

Her eyes are a little blurry.

Her medical lenses are cheap ones—sensitive to sweat, so the sweat that entered her eyes while sinning with Tobias in church must have soaked it.

She’ll be needing another pair of lens, or her glasses—preferably.

The elevator moved smoothly, and she counted the seconds.

This is a new length entirely.

And there’s no going back now that she willingly plated herself on a golden platter to Satan.

She can’t believe she begged him for more of his fingers. She can’t fuckin believe she did that.

She rested her head on the elevator wall, releasing a heave.

Was her body that hungry?

What’s she sinking into?

F+ck.

The elevator opened at her floor with a soft ding, and she stepped out with Jude and the concierge.

The concierge gestured at a really large suite, and Seraphina gasped under her disguises.

That suite? Hers? Why?

Wait…the deal she made with Father Tobias came with this?

“The description in the booking said this is a lodging of secrecy, so I understand that this lady is the lodger.” The concierge said.

“Right,” Jude nodded. “Anything she asks, drop it at her door. You’re not allowed to enter, and I hope this suite isn’t packed with cameras?”

“No, sir.” The concierge continued. “This is a top private VVIP suite. No cameras. No bugs.”

She left them, and Jude faced Seraphina.

“It’s all yours,” he informed.

“I can ask for anything at all?” She quickly reconfirmed.

“Trust me,” Jude nodded. But you can’t call anyone except the Priest.”

“I understand that,” Seraphina said with a nod, proceeding into the Suite.

There’s a exotic living room, a dinning room, fancy bathroom with a wide tub and closets. A large bedroom with a wide-ass soft bed.

She had a camp bed at home cos her parents said she didn’t deserve a queen-size bed. She didn’t have a tub at home, just shower, cos her parents said she didn’t deserve a tub.

Her room at home was small like a bird cage—no closet. She had her clothes in bags, she wasn’t allowed to eat at the dinning table.

And it was the same in Dean’s Estate.

So…this much made her smile a bit.

Even if she’ll be staying here for only a day, it’ll be worth it.

She fell in bed heavily, spreading her arms and legs.

This reminded her of how she spread her legs on top of the communion table. Her stomach did the flip.

She took the burner phone. The wallpaper is plain black.

No apps except the Dial which only has a line saved as ‘Wrath’

“Wrath?” She sounded, staring for a long while. “Is that like his nickname?” She muttered.

But she suddenly spranged up when her mind logged to Allison.

She needs to call Allison, but she has been instructed not to call anyone.

Also, where would she find a phone? This burner can only dial Tobias.

So, she fell back in bed, tired and sore from his fingers.

She needs a bath. She needs cigar. She needs food. And sleep.

She pressed the room attendant bell, and in two minutes, an attendant rang her doorbell.

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