𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

I | II

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CHAPTER — II
part one

FATHER FUSHIGURO stands in front of you in all his glory. His long hair is pushed back and he's wearing the same outfit you saw him wear on Sunday, except that now he's got a few buttons undone, and his shirt is wrinkled up all the way to his elbow, exposing his forearms. As usual, a charming smirk is placed on his lips as he looks down at you.

"I'm sure you'll pretend otherwise, angel, but I know you want me." He whispers, full of cockiness. While this kind tone usually annoys you, it doesn't this time, instead it lits a fire in your guts at the way in which he refers to you.

You vaguely recognize the church, with its white walls and grey benches. It is quiet, all you can hear is the loud sound of your heart beating madly in your chest.

"I know you a lot more than you think." He says playfully and you take a minute to fully come to your senses as you fully register the sinful words he's telling you. All the while Father Fushiguro takes a few steps towards you. He flashes you a smile and you briefly notice long, pointy teeth poking out. "My baby wants to be ruined." He gives what looks like a pout, but you can see that he's mocking you from the way his eyes glow and crinkle, absolutely full of amusement. "How does that sound hmm ?"

Your cheeks flush hot with shame at Father Fushiguro's words yet a feeling akin to need and desperation begins to spread through you.

"I feel the same as you, sweetheart," He says as an attempt to soothe you, as he stalks slowly towards you. You feel like a prey being hunted as you step back. Too soon, you think, your back hits the wall and fearfully, you're forced to admit defeat.

His pace doesn't falter and as he approaches you, you feel your heart beating like a mini-drum in your chest. Panic and dread fills you, from the very bottom to the very top of your being.

His grin looks nothing short of victorious, as he slips his hand behind your neck, forcing your eyes to meet his. You immediately notice that his are tinged a deep, captivating red, and just as you're about to scream for help, he gently shushes you.

"It's okay angel. You're okay." It doesn't sound like he's trying to comfort you, it's like he's telling you, with an all-knowing voice that you are okay.

And suddenly you feel as if your mind surrounded in soft clouds as you completely relax, your shoulders slumping as you let out a sight. Father Fushiguro's hands come to grip at your thighs, pulling you up easily and you rush your hands around his neck with a weak squeak.

You feel the hair on your arms stand up, as goosebumps erupt on your body, not out of fear, but out eagerness.

"I'm coming to get you, angel, just wait for me." he murmurs huskily, his voice muffled as he buries his head in the junction between your collarbones and your neck. He lays his head there, breathing heavily. "Because you're mine." like a starved man, he trails kisses down your neck. Your body holds so much tension you don't know how to deal with, all you do is moan pitifully at the way each kisses sparks something akin to a excitement in your body.

What's happening to you ? You can feel the area between your legs getting tighter and slicker and you panic a little. This is the first time you've ever felt this, are you supposed to feel like this ?

He undoes a few buttons of your shirt. You shiver when you feel his cold hands on your naked flesh. you can feel the wet, sticky warmth pooling in your underwear. You feel far too exposed.

The attention he gives you does nothing to quell the ache between your legs. You mewl, you can't even find it in yourself to fight back and, to your horror, you find yourself enjoying being in his strong arms, being touched by him and being looked at by him. You feel beautiful.

Nowhere is the fear that was previously plaguing your mind.

You hold him like he's your life line as he ravishes you.

"F-father," you moan, and tilt your head to give him more space to kiss on. You feel as if there's a soft foamy fog surrounding your mind, freeing you of any type of fright and doubt.

"That's it baby," he groans and you lock your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Despite how out of touch you are with everything happening, you still notice how cold his body is, and, instead of confusing you or scaring you, it only encourages you further as you grind your hips on him, in hopes of cooling down the growing heat in yours. "My perfect girl," he coos, exposing more of your chest to his greedy eyes, "You're doing so well." he encourages as he suckles lightly on the skin of your cleavage.

All you can do is let yourself drown in this half-drunken state. Like a doll, you're unable to move and you let him mold you in any positions he sees fits, you're putty in his hands as you willingly let him slowly bewitch you, eat you up.

You woke up with short gasp as you jolted up. You looked around your room with round eyes. You fisted your sheets tightly as sweat drips down your forehead. Your entire body was sticky and hot.

Your face heat up further when you remembered the dream you just woke up from.

What was that dream ?

With your cheeks burning hot, you noticed how especially wet the area between your legs was feeling. A mix of confusion and embarrassment took over you at the thought of having peed your bed. You peeled the cover off of your body.

It was... not pee, that you could tell.

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I forgot to update yesterday... to compensate I'll try to update again later today

Again this is heavily unedited

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