Heretic #4: Confession

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Your mortal soul is never so tainted as it cannot be cleansed in the eyes of God. Your face looks so innocent. You may be lost, but your soul is pure.

I know this to be true just by seeing your eyes. In fact, I feel like you may need deeper guidance. As such, I will allow you to add your name to my roster of privilege, private tutelage.

Think on it. No way. I get ahead of myself.

Right. Step inside and we'll be back in a few minutes to take your confession. And what are you confessing to, pet? Are you trying to escape your curse? I hope you've prayed and found the solace within yourself that you seek, because if you think you are safe here, you are gravely mistaken.

You can't hide. They won't let you. The demonic energy here is more subtle than the ravenous horn outside.

But the allure of this place is deeper and more insidious than anywhere else. How do you think I can come into this place? You think a silver cross is going to stop me? That silver was forged with the blood of innocent slaves.

There's no purity here. Besides, you aren't here to confess. You think I don't know what your dreams have been filled with? I know, because mine are the same.

More intense than ever, I might add. I've been inside you more times already than I can count of any of my previous conquests, and I've never even touched you. So I believe you're here to figure out whether what you feel is real.

Am I correct? You want to know if it's real? Look at me through this charade of a privacy screen.

To you, I'm nothing but a shadow, but to me, to me, I can see you. I can see how your legs are spread. I can see how your bosom swells with each breath.

I can see the hunger in your eyes staring at me. I see how you clutch your skirt, how white your knuckles are. Trying to hold yourself together.

Obviously, you can see how the priests in this place have designed their confessionals. But I won't let them touch you. I won't let them tie knots around your soul.

They would love to ensnare a healer like you. It helps their image as a kind and generous institution. They put you in front to greet the huddled masses, and they can sit back and congratulate themselves on a steady crop of new victims.

Ironic, isn't it? And here you were a deer in the torchlight, just waiting for the net. But enough of that.

We have a tiny oasis of time in private, my love. What shall we do with it in this naughty place? What shall we do with it in this holy sanctuary? Look down.

You see this slot? It's for the collection of tithes, supposedly. But I doubt it's only used for that.

Reach through it and forward. Yes, yes, that's it. Oh, well, well, my dear.

This is the first time you have voluntarily touched me. Oh, oh, your eyes are burning. Oh, how badly I want you.

Oh, can you feel that? Oh, I'm sure a vampire cock is a little colder than what you may have experienced before. But I can feel the energy vibrating through your fingers as you probably can through mine.

Oh, oh, oh, must be quiet now. We don't want the parishioners to hear. Oh, oh.

I believe I already know what you want. Pull me out. Pull me out.

That's it. Get on your knees like the devout, pure flower that you are. Oh, how does that taste? Oh, how does that feel on your tongue? Swirling it around, just like that.

Oh, the sins that are being created in this confessional. Your place of redemption. Oh, I guarantee this is not the first time this has happened here.

Get up. Turn around. Oh, lift your skirt.

Bend forward. Back up. That's it.

More. More. Oh.

Slowly now. Slowly. Oh, your body is so deliciously warm.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Now, we mustn't rush it. Back off of me. Just one thrust.