Chapter 172: My Bidding

Aiden’s "Gladly..." hung in the balcony’s mist like a vow sealed in sin, his golden eyes locking onto Amber’s with the unyielding pull of a tide claiming shore.

The wind gusted sharper now, carrying the faint, tolling chime of a distant church bell—midnight’s mournful knell, as if the heavens themselves paused to witness the fall.

Amber stood before him, habit half-unraveled from her own frantic hands, the wool gaping to bare the inner curves of her full breasts, nipples already peaked and dark against pale skin, begging for the blasphemy his gaze promised.

Her green eyes, once fractured emeralds of pious clarity, now swirled with a storm of lust—pupils blown wide, the soft heart beneath her vows fracturing under the weight of his nearness.

She trembled, not from chill, but from the fire he’d kindled: a deep, throbbing ache between her thighs, her core slick and clenching with desperate need, as if her body had waited lifetimes for this unholy sacrament.

"Aiden..." Her voice cracked, a needy whine that betrayed the Abbess entirely—the daughter of god reduced to a supplicant for flesh, her plump body swaying toward him like a flame to moth.

One hand clutched the balustrade for balance, knuckles whitening, while the other reached for him—fingers brushing his exposed chest, tracing a scar with reverent hunger.

"I... I can’t fight it anymore ... your touch... it’s

poisoning

me, making me

wet

just looking at you... please, take me... show me how sinful I can be..."

The words spilled from her lips like confessions turned pleas, her breath hitching as she pressed closer, the heat of her body seeping through the habit’s remnants, her full breasts brushing his arm in a tease that made her gasp.

’Gods, forgive... no,

don’t

—I want this fire, want him

inside

me, stretching, ’

filling

’ until I shatter...’

From the shadowed archway, Arina’s world burned to a single, jealous inferno—her nails carving bloody crescents into her palms, the sting a pale echo of the scalding ache twisting her gut.

’Not her Aiden.. not the fucking future saint,’ she seethed inwardly, thighs clamping together against the traitorous throb, slickness soaking her smallclothes as if Amber’s fall mocked her own buried cravings.

She fantasized this night—Aiden claiming ’

her

’ in the manse’s velvet dark, his cock buried deep while she rode him to oblivion—but now he devoured the Abbess, Amber, with eyes that stripped souls bare, his hand reclaiming that plump arse with a squeeze that dimpled flesh visibly, even from Arina’s hidden vantage.

The knight’s breath came in shallow pants, one hand slipping under her skirts unbidden, fingers circling her swollen clit in frantic rhythm—’He’s mine... my cunning storm... but fuck, .. I hate how hot it makes me...’ Arina thought.

Aiden’s chuckle rumbled low, a dark velvet promise that vibrated through Amber’s bones, his free hand tangling in her yellow hair to tilt her head back—exposing the vulnerable line of her throat, where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird.

"You think this is poison, Amber? No... it’s just simply human behavior ... the hunger you’ve denied, the one your god left silent while your body *

begs

for me." He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, breath hot and teasing as his fingers kneaded her arse harder, dipping between her cheeks to press against the tight ring through dampening wool.

"Feel that? Your ass

clenching

for me already... but first, I need you

hungry

for more than just my cock. The Church... those veiled sisters hiding their fires... you’ll bring them to me, Amber. Give them to me...

Corrupt them for us, for me... starting with the high-ranking Abbess, that stern bitch with her iron vows, and the young saintess—innocent little thing, ripe for breaking."

Amber’s eyes widened, a flicker of pious horror warring with the lust glazing her gaze, but his thumb circled her cleft insistently, sparking jolts straight to her core—her thighs slicking further, a needy whimper escaping as she ground back against his hand.

"A-Aiden... the Church? I... I can’t... they’re my sisters...

oh fuck

... your finger... it’s

teasing

me open ❤️... O..okay... For you, for this, I will try, but,,..how?" Her voice fractured, green depths swirling with conflict turned craving, her free hand fumbling at his breeches—yanking laces free, palming his thick length through linen, stroking the rigid heat with desperate squeezes.

"Tell me...

show

me... I need to know... while you

touch

me like this..."

He groaned low, hips bucking into her grip, but his voice stayed commanding, laced with seduction’s silk

"You already know Amber, My blood, ... incubus essence, a drop on their tongues, and their faith

crumbles

... lust blooms like wildfire, turning prayers to pleas for cock.

The Abbess first—slip it in her wine during vespers, watch her eyes glaze, her thighs clench under robes... she’ll beg for fingers, then

more

. The young students of the saintess next—innocent halo, but oh, they’ll shatter sweetest, crawling here on hands and knees, dripping for me to

wreck

their purity."

His hand delved under her habit now, shoving fabric aside to stroke her soaked folds—two fingers plunging deep, curling vicious against her walls as his thumb ground her clit.

"You’ll bring them here, to this mansion... watch me

fuck

them senseless, their moans mixing with yours... all of us tangled, my cum

dripping

from your holy cunts ... say it—promise me, while I

finger

you to the edge..."

Amber bucked against his hand, walls clenching slick and greedy, her strokes on his cock turning frantic—pumping the shaft through breeches, thumb smearing pre-cum stains.

"Y-yes...

fuck

.. your fingers... hitting so deep... I’ll do it ❤️... corrupt them for you... feed them your blood, watch them

burn

like me... the Abbess... gods, her stern mouth

sucking

you... the saintess

begging

to be bred..."

Lust overpowered remnants of doubt, her green eyes feral now—pupils black abysses, body quaking as his fingers pumped faster, scissoring her open. "Please...

don’t stop..

.. make me cum on your hand... then

fuck

me... I need your cock

stretching

me,

owning

my sinful pussy...ahh...Ngh.. ❤️..."

Arina’s fingers plunged deeper into her own heat, three now, curling frantic as jealousy scorched—’He’s twisting her... my man, scheming even in sin... but her pleas... fuck, this is making me more wet.....—her free hand muffling a whimper, thighs trembling against the wall.

Aiden yanked Amber’s habit fully open—wool pooling at her feet—baring her completely, heavy tits bouncing free, nipples begging, plump arse thrust back as he freed his cock, thick and veined, slapping wet against her cleft.

"On your knees first...

suck

it like the desperate nun you are ... taste how hard you make me..." Amber dropped eagerly, stone bruising knees unheeded, mouth engulfing him—lips stretching wide, tongue swirling voracious around the head before sliding deep, gagging wet with sloppy suction

"Mmmph... so

thick

... choking me perfect like always..... fuck my throat... cum down it, drown my holiness Aiden, Drown it." She bobbed frantic, cheeks hollowing, tears streaming as hands cupped his balls, kneading needy—green eyes locked upward, pleading

Glock!! Glurk!! Glwap!! glacck!!

"More...

use

my mouth... then bend me over,

ram

that cock in my dripping cuuunt..."

Aiden fisted her hair, thrusting shallow—hips snapping to fuck her face: "That’s it... gag on it... your throat’s

milking

me... beg for my load, tell me you’ll swallow like a good little whore.."

Amber pulled off gasping, saliva dripping chin, wrecked sob "Yes...

feed

me... flood my mouth... then

wreck

my pussy... stretch it raw until I

scream

blasphemy ❤️... I

need

your cum owning me!" He hauled her up, slamming her against balustrade—gargoyles framing debauched form—thrusting brutal, deep surge splitting her.

"Fuuuuck... yesss... it’s RIPPING me... so full... POUND harder, Aiden... RUIN my pious hole ❤️... hit that spot... make me squirt your name!"

Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!

Hips snapped frenzy, wet slaps profane—each drive jolting tits against stone, nipples scraping raw bliss. Aiden mauled one, pinching twisting

"Amber, my Amber, Clench that tight pussy... beg for my seed, my holy slut ❤️... tell me you’ll bring them here, watch me

breed

your sisters..." Amber shattered, convulsing gushing hot

"Ooooohhhh... cuuuummmiiiinggg... yes... FILL me... BREED my womb ❤️... aaaaaahhhhhh... I’ll do it... corrupt them all for you... MORE.. HARDER... fuck the faith out!" Lust peaked feral—green eyes rolling, nails clawing bloody as another ripped

"Don’t stop... WRECK me again... your cock’s ADDICTING... own me forever ❤️!"

Arina’s fingers fucked frantic, jealousy scorching as she came shuddering—Mine... That dick, that enormous dick... I want that ruin too..’ Arina whimpered.

Aiden roared, burying deep—jets flooding core, overflowing creamy.

"Fuck... take every drop... MINE ..." Amber sagged moaning: "Moooore... your cum’s HEAVENS... KEEP fucking... drown me.." Aiden spun, mouths crashing—tongues tangling desperate, hands groping as lust reignited: "Again... SHOVE back in... stretch me RAW ❤️..."

while Arina’s finger, already dipping down within her own valley, seeing the sinful act, as she felt what Aiden was feeling. Their link stronger as they were near.

The overwhelming lust, drowning her to the core. So this was the reward of Aiden. His dick. She wanted it. She wanted it so bad. Pounding her like he was pounding the nun.

’AIDEN!!!...Aaahhhh’ she came, her finger shaking her insides to gush out her wet valley.