Chapter 188 - 189: My Confession

The confessional booth smelled of old wood and beeswax, with a hint of Sabrina’s jasmine perfume cutting through like a secret. She sat on the bench, hood low, heart pounding hard against her ribs. The lattice screen between her and Aiden—Father Lucifer now—felt like the thinnest veil. She wasn’t religious.

Not really. But growing up in the Merlin house, with its dusty chapels and stern priests, she’d picked up enough fear of the gods to make her palms sweat. A little faith lingered, buried deep. And now? Aiden’s words echoed in her head: ’I’ll fuck you right here. In the church then.... No waiting.’

Her cheeks burned. "Aid... Lucifer... you can’t mean it. We’re in a ’church’." Her voice came out shaky, not bold like she wanted. The booth was tiny—barely room for two, let alone three. Just a single chair in the center, wood worn smooth from knees and confessions.

She stood up fast, steps backing her against the wall. The door creaked as he unlatched it from his side. Footsteps. Slow. Heavy.

Step.

He stepped in, filling the space like smoke. The door clicked shut behind him. Sabrina’s breath caught. Aiden was tall, broad—his priest robes loose, but they couldn’t hide the hard lines of his body.

His now blue eyes locked on hers, no veil now, just that hungry gleam that made her thighs clench. He said nothing. Just closed the gap. One step. Two. His scent hit her—musk and smoke, with that edge of salt from sweat. It flooded her nose, made her heart stutter.

"Ai—Lucifer, what are you—" She cut off as he pinned her to the wall. His chest pressed against hers, hard muscle against her soft curves. Her enormous breasts squished against him, nipples hardening fast through silk.

And lower... fuck. His bulge. Thick. Hot. Pressing right against her stomach. She could feel it twitch, hard as iron, trapped in his pants. Her pussy clenched empty, a rush of wet heat soaking her smallclothes. ’Gods... it’s ’huge’... just like before... throbbing against me...’

She breathed heavy, cheeks flushing red. They had fucked so many times. In beds. In gardens. Against walls in alleys. But here? In a confessional? The symbol of the lord, the sign of star loomed above the door, carved wood staring down. Her mind raced—panic? Excitement? Both? "We... we shouldn’t. It’s a ’church’. What if someone hears? What if—"

Aiden said nothing. Just leaned in. His lips crashed on hers. Hard. Hungry. His tongue pushed in, taking her mouth like he owned it. Sabrina melted. Instant.

Her thoughts blanked—fire exploding in her belly, spreading low. She moaned into him, tongue tangling wild, sucking his taste—wine, smoke, him. Her hands fisted his robes, pulling him closer. His hands roamed—sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, squeezing soft. She arched, nipples aching for more.

The kiss went deeper. Wetter. His tongue fucked her mouth slow, teasing—then fast, demanding. She gasped when he nipped her lip, drawing a tiny bead of blood. He licked it away, growling low.

"Missed this mouth... Missed you..." His voice was rough, hot against her lips. One hand slid down—cupping her ass, squeezing hard through silk. She bucked against him, feeling his bulge grind against her belly. "Fuck... Aiden... your cock... it’s ’hard’ for me... For my pussy, right?.. "

He broke the kiss, breathing heavy. His eyes dropped to her body—taking in the tight gown hugging every curve. No inner wear. Just skin. He unbuttoned slow from her back—each pop making her shiver. "You’re not wearing your usual perfume." His voice teased, fingers brushing her spine. The scent she had on? Bedtime stuff. Special. Only for ’him’. For nights when she wanted to feel like his whore—silky, slutty, begging.

Sabrina stayed quiet, looking away. Her cheeks flamed. All her bold talk earlier? Gone. The kiss had wrecked her. Her pussy throbbed, soaked now—clit begging for his fingers. "I came all this way to leonidus... for ’you’. And you said you were busy fucking nuns. You didn’t care, you didn’t care one bit how I felt....’

Aiden smiled. Slow. Wicked. "Finally... some truth." He grabbed her waist—thin, but strong—spinning her gentle. She bent forward a bit, ass protruding against his bulge. "Aiden..." she breathed, going with it—body on fire, heart racing.

"We... we’re in a ’church’," she whispered. "We shouldn’t..This place..."

"Should I stop then?" His voice teased. His hand came down—’slap’! Hard on her ass. The sting bloomed hot, red mark blooming under silk.

"Ahhh..." She moaned. Loud. The sound echoed off the walls. Her pussy clenched, wetter now—dripping down her thighs.

Silence. She stayed quiet. Just breathed heavy, ass tingling. He slapped again—’slap’!—harder. "Answer me."

"No... ’don’t’ stop... ’harder’... ’please’..." Her voice broke. Needy. Honest.

Aiden chuckled low. His hands yanked her gown down—all the way. Silk pooled at her feet. Her body bared—smooth, clean, glowing in the dim light.

No bra. No panties. Just curves. Full breasts heaving, nipples hard peaks. Slim waist flaring to wide hips. Ass plump and marked red from his palm. Matching her hair. Her eyes.

He stepped back a second—taking her in. Starving. He had fucked virgins lately—nuns breaking sweet under him. But Sabrina? A milf. Mature. Luscious. It had been too long since Catherine.

He was feeling hot inside, wanting to let loose, he was even thinking of letting it loose on amber, but ....She could wait. This luscious body before him—he would claim it first.

His hands roamed—smooth shoulders to slim waist to voluptuous ass. Another slap—’crack’!—red blooming brighter.

"Ahhh... ’fuck’..." She moaned, pushing back. Body quivering. Not fear. Lust. Puuurrreeee, hot lust.

Aiden’s pants hit the floor. His monster cock sprang free—thick, long, veined. He slapped it against her pussy—wet ’smack’ against slick folds. Rubbing the head up and down her slit. Teasing her clit.

"Ohhh..." Sabrina gasped. She felt it—hot, heavy, rubbing her wetness all over him. Her clit throbbed, pussy clenching empty. ’oh looorrddd... it’s ’huge’... Soo huge...i need it, I need it ’NOW’...’

She couldn’t believe it. In a confessional. With statues of saints staring down. But the fear melted fast. Turned to thrill. Her body remembered—every inch of him. Stretching her. Wrecking her. Making her scream.

Step step step step....

Footsteps echoed outside. Close. Sabrina froze. Aiden didn’t. He grabbed her hips—spun her to the side, against the wall. One hand clamped over her mouth—firm, silencing. His other guided his cock—head pressing her entrance.

The door to the outer room creaked open.

"Lucifer?" Shila’s voice. Soft. Curious. The Abbess. High-ranking. Her steps clicking closer and closer.

Sabrina’s eyes widened—panic flashing, but Aiden’s rod. His dick, ’Someone’s here... and he’s...’ Aiden pushed in. Slow at first. Then deep. One thrust—burying to the hilt. Her pussy stretched wide, walls gripping him like velvet fire. She moaned muffled against his palm—body shuddering, shattering instant.

’Ohhh... fuuuuuuuccckkk...’ Her mind blanked. Pleasure exploded—deep, full, ’perfect’. His cock throbbed inside her, hitting every spot. She shattered—climax ripping through, gushing hot around him. Muffled scream against his hand, eyes rolling back.

Outside, Shila paused by his desk. "Lucifer? Where did you go? I thought... maybe we could talk. Alone." Her voice dropped—husky now.

She sat in his chair. The wood creaked. "Still warm... Hmmm...you just left." She leaned back, inhaling deep—his scent. Musk. Smoke. It hit her hard.

She looked around for a bit, taking in the silence as Her hand slipped under her habit—slow. Fingers tracing her thigh. Up. Up To her pussy. Wet already. She rubbed slow, circling her clit.

"Fuck...even your smell... it’s making me ’drip’... thought I could tease you a bit... ’mimic’ your touch..."

Aiden smirked against Sabrina’s neck. He whispered hot in her ear: "you’re lucky....Watch the show... " He thrust again—deep, slow. Sabrina’s eyes locked on the small decorative hole in the wall.

She saw Shila—high abbess, holy as they come—habit hiked, fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. Wet sounds faint.

Shila moaned soft: "Ahh... Lucifer... your chair... your ’scent’... I need your fingers... your ’cock’... ’fucking me deep...ohh..ahh ahh....."

Sabrina’s pussy clenched harder around Aiden—watching shattered her. ’an abbess... masturbating? For ’him’? ’Heat flooded her. Jealousy? No. Hotter. The sight—the holy woman breaking—pushed her even more.

But he didn’t stop, Aiden pounded now—harder. Faster. Hand tight on her mouth, muffling her moans. His other hand mauled her breast—squeezing, pinching nipple rough.

’Slap-slap-slap.’

His hips smacked her ass. Wet. Loud. In the tiny booth. Sabrina’s body shook—another climax building fast. ’Fuck... he’s ’huge’...its wrecking me... while she... oh god...’ Her eyes stayed glued—Shila’s fingers frantic, auburn hair slipping free, moans getting louder

"Yes... ’deeper’...’deeper’... Oohhh, oh lord, give mee...give me this one man, I will stay satisfied...only this one man...I will stop harresing little boys..I swear..."

Aiden growled low in Sabrina’s ear: "See? She wants it too... ’all’ of them do... ’moan’ for me, Sabrina... let her hear." He pulled his hand off her mouth—just enough. Thrusting deeper. Harder.

"Fuuuuck... Aiden"