Chapter 189 - 190: Hear my prayers.

The confessional booth felt like a furnace now. Sabrina’s loud moan broke the silence.

—"yes’... your cock’s ’shattering’ me... ’harder’... ’wreck’ this pussy!"—her voice echoing off the wood walls, raw and desperate.

Her pussy clenched tight around Aiden’s cock, walls milking him as he thrust deep, each slam sending shocks through her body.

Plat! Plat! Plat!

She was lost in it—head thrown back, red hair sticking to sweat-damp skin, enormous breasts bouncing with every rough pump.

Her red eyes rolled half-shut, mouth open in a constant stream of gasps and begs.

"Fuck... Aiden... ’deeper’... make me ’forget’ everything but this... your cock’s ’ruining’ me so good!"

Outside, Shila froze. The Abbess’s fingers paused mid-thrust in her own wet heat. Her blue eyes widened, breath catching sharp. "Who... ’oh’..." The sound—Sabrina’s moan—hit her like a spark on dry tinder. Heat flooding her core.

She stood up abruptly, her heart beat getting crazy. Hearing the moans, hearing the splat of skin colliding.

It didn’t take an idiot to know what was going on.

Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!

She walked to the source, to the confession block. As she paced closer and closer. The moans getting louder and louder.

"Ahh... ahhh...yessss"

She was amazed and surprised at the same time, her ear linking to the door, her finger again inside her habit, between her thigh.

’...this ..this is lunacy.’ she thought.

Her pussy throbbed listening to it, clit aching under her circling thumb. "Aiden?" Shila gasped, fingers speeding up—plunging faster, deeper, her habit hiked high on her thighs.

Slowly, Wet squelches filled the outer room, her moans growing louder, breathy: "Oh... Aiden... fuck, I need you... ’deeper’ in me... make me ’drip’ like this..."

Inside, the booth burned hotter. Sabrina shattered—climax ripping through her like lightning, gushing hot down Aiden’s shaft. Her walls pulsed wild, squeezing him tight:,

"Aiiiiddddeeeennnn... ’cumming’... ’fill’ me... ’impregnant me’ breed your slut!" Her body shook hard, nails digging into his shoulders, pussy flooding him with her release.

Juices leaked down her thighs, soaking the floor. She bucked against him, riding the waves, moans muffled against his neck—raw, animal sounds that vibrated through his skin.

Aiden roared low, burying deep—spilling hot jets inside her. Pulsing. Flooding her womb. Rope after rope, thick and warm, filling her until it leaked out, creamy white mixing with her wetness.

"Fuck... take it all... ’milk’ me dry..." He gripped her ass hard, holding her down as he throbbed, her pussy clenching every drop.

Sabrina shuddered, shattering again from the feel—his cum hot and claiming, marking her from the inside out.

"Oh god... ’yes’... your load... it’s ’burning’ me... ’more’... don’t stop...don’t stop ’breeding’ me..."

Outside, Shila cried out—fingers buried deep, cumming hard: "Aiden... ’yes’... ’your’ cum... ’oh god’..." Her body arched on the door, thighs quivering, pussy gushing wet against her palm.

She gasped through it, blue eyes fluttering shut, auburn hair spilling loose as waves crashed over her.

"Fuck... ’deeper’... I need your cock... ’shattering’ me like that..." Her moans trailed off breathy, fingers slowing, slick with her own release.

Inside, the room burned. Just heavy breaths. Aiden pulled out slow—cum dripping down Sabrina’s thighs in creamy rivers, her pussy twitching empty, still clenching on nothing

.

He kissed her neck soft, nipping the skin: "Good girl... ’marked’ again. Feel that? My cum ’dripping’ out of you... It means, you’re’mine’."

Sabrina sagged against him, body spent, pussy twitching with aftershocks. Her legs shook, barely holding her up—full breasts heaving against his chest, nipples still hard and sensitive. "Fuck... you... ’monster’... in a ’church’... ’in the damn church, with a person...outside.’."

But she smiled—lazy, sated, blue eyes glazed with bliss. She reached down, fingers tracing her slick folds, scooping some of his cum and licking it slow, tasting their mix.

"Mmm... ’salty’... your seed, it’s addicting’ as always.. I can feel it ’leaking’... ’hot’ inside me..."

Shila straightened outside, rustling her habit. Quickly walking outside the room, her face red from what she heard, red from what she did as her Footsteps faded. The door clicked shut. The outer room went silent again.

Aiden chuckled low, breath hot on Sabrina’s ear. His hand slid up her thigh, fingers teasing her swollen pussy—dipping in to push his cum back inside, making her gasp. "Confession’s over. ’For now’."

His cock twitched against her leg—still half-hard, slick with them, ready for more. Her eyes widened, hand wrapping around it—stroking slow, feeling it thicken again. "You...wanna go ’again’? ’Here’? In this tiny box... with saints watching?"

He grinned wicked, pinning her harder against the wall—his body caging hers, bulge pressing firm against her belly. "Why not? God already heard you scream my name. ’Loud’."

His fingers curled inside her—two, then three—pumping slow, teasing her g-spot while his thumb rubbed her clit. Sabrina bucked, moaning fresh: "Ahh... ’fuck’... your fingers... ’curling’ just right... ’aaahhhh’... make me ’squirt’ again... ’ohhh’... "

The booth shook as he pushed her back against the wall harder. He thrust in deep—again.

And again. Slow at first, savoring the tight, wet slide—her pussy still sensitive, clenching around him like it never wanted to let go.

"Feel that? Your pussy’ ’gripping’ me... ’beg’ for it harder, Sabrina... tell me how bad you need my cock ’wrecking’ you in this holy hole."

She shattered fast—legs wrapping around his waist, nails raking his back through robes: "Yesss... ’harder’... ’pound’ me... fuck this blasphemy out of me... your cock’s ’cleansing’ me... ’deeper’... make me ’drip’ your cum all over the floor!"

Her moans filled the booth—loud, echoing off walls, risking the empty church beyond. Aiden growled, hips snapping brutal—slap-slap-slap of skin on skin, his balls smacking her ass with each thrust.

One hand mauled her breast—squeezing the full mound, pinching the nipple hard until she yelped: "Ahh... ’twist’ it... ’hurt’ me good... ’yes’... I’m your church slut... ’breed’ me breed me more, make me your whore!"

He spun her quick—facing the lattice now, bending her over the bench. Her tits squished against wood, nipples scraping rough as he slammed back in from behind—brutal, deep, hand fisting her red hair to yank her head back.

"Look at the screen... imagine she’s watching again,... ’moan’ for her... let her hear how I ’own’ you." Sabrina did—red eyes locked on the lattice, imagining those blue eyes widening outside

"Fuck... ’yes’... Abbess, oh abbess... hear me... He’s ’wrecking’ me... his cock’s ’deeper’ than your fingers... ’ahhhhh fuuuck fuck fuck...’i’m cumming’ again... ’gushing’ for him!" She shattered—pussy pulsing, squirting hot against his thighs, soaking the floor in puddles.

Aiden didn’t stop—pounding through it, hand spanking her ass red: ’slap-slap’!.

"Take it... ’clench’ tighter... beg for my load... tell me you’ll carry it like a prayer." Sabrina screamed breathy

" ’Fill’ me... ’fuck’ your duchess... ’yes’... ’drown’ my womb... ’oh lordddd’... ’deeper’!"

He roared—burying to the hilt, spilling fresh jets inside her—hot, pulsing, flooding until it backed up, creamy leaks dripping down her legs.

She collapsed against the bench, body limp, pussy twitching—cum pooling beneath her

. Aiden pulled out slow, cock slick and spent, but he turned her gentle—kissing her forehead, then lips soft: "Good girl... ’marked’ in his house. Feel better now?"

Sabrina laughed weak, hand trailing his chest: "Bastard... You ’wrecked’ me... again and again and.. ’again’. But fuck... It feels sooo much ’better’." Her red eyes sparkled, sated but hungry—leaning in for one more kiss.

"Next time... ’your’ quarters. ’All night’. No interruptions."

Aiden grinned, helping her dress—fingers lingering on her curves: "Deal. But Shila... she’s going to be next. You want to watch that?"

Sabrina smirked, nipping his lip: "Maybe. If you ’earn’ it." She slipped out first, hood up, footsteps fading. The booth fell quiet—save for Aiden’s chuckle.

The church bells tolled distant. Sins piled higher. But the confessional? It waited for more.

As Sabrina walked out the room, Aiden. Was right, even though they heard the steps. She was still there in the corner.

Standing quietly Just her heavy pants. She straightened her habit, cheeks flushed, a lazy smile curving her lips. "Soon... ’soon’ I’ll have you... Lucifer...or should I say....Aiden."