The Fallen (Annual Game Night: Sector Five Alphas #3)

Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Father Draven

S he stands before the bars, her body trembling as she puzzles through the correct answer. Anger and lust swirl through me as I wait, helpless, as she decides what she wants to do. I detest being this powerless.

Snarling, I pace again, feeling every inch the trapped animal in need of release... in more ways than one. With a guttural groan, I grip my cock, feeling it pulse through the thin fabric of my pants. I need out. I need release. I need her.

Sister Emily Agnes simply stares at me, her eyes wide as she tiptoes over toward the bars. That’s it. Just a few more steps. Come closer, my sacrifice. Let me consume you.

The keys jingle in her hand as they shake, making the metal ring out into the room. “A- are you well?”

I cannot help the sneer that crosses my face, lifting the corner of my lips. “Do I seem well?”

“No. Not really. How can I assist? Allow me to attend to you in your time of need. Do you require more food?”

“Oh, I require something. Open the cage, and I will reveal my need to you.”

She looks over her shoulder, watching the steps she just descended. But she has nothing to fear. If the Sisters behave as they did last year once they discovered the nature of that night, they locked themselves in their rooms and did not come back out until the world was normal once more.

The last thing they want is to find themselves embroiled in the lusts of the flesh—the very lusts I aim to satisfy. “Do not worry, little lamb. It’s only you and me down here.”

Stretching backward, I allow her scent to fill my lungs and permeate my brain. There’s terror there, lurking under the surface, but what I latch onto is the lust swirling about her body, dripping from her skin. Why, I’m sure if I were to pull down those pajama pants, I’ll find her positively soaking.

My brain lights up on fire, but it doesn’t incapacitate me. Not like before. Now I can revel in the darkness as it seeps into my mind and directs my actions. On any other night, I am a holy man. On Game Night, I am the devil incarnate.

It’s such a dichotomy for me to feel these things with no consequence. Now, even if I want to, I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Her only salvation is to stay firmly put on the other side and refuse to let the monster out. But that’s not going to happen. She knows it, and I know it.

Pressing up against the bars, I extend my hand and curl my finger, beckoning her to come closer. Each tentative step draws her further under my spell. Though she probably doesn’t realize it, her eyes dilate as she looks at me. So simple. So easy. So mine.

“Have you been naughty, Sister Emily Agnes? Have you been touching that pretty little pussy in the dark where no one can see?”

“Yes, Father Confessor. I touched myself moments before hearing your cries of agony.”

“Ahhh. That would explain why I can smell you so well. Come, child. Bring me your hand.”

“D- do you wish to strike it? To punish the offending fingers?”

“I guess you’ll just have to come over here and see, won’t you? But then, we both know you enjoy my firm hand far more than you should.”

She hangs her head for a moment. “It’s true. Try as I might, I long to be naughty just to be in your presence.”

“Then come here.”

She steps forward the rest of the way and slides her hand through the widened slot. Curling my fingers around her wrist, I yank her against the bars, pinning her there as I bring the offending member closer to my face. I can smell her arousal.

It clings to her fingertips, giving credence to her confession. This time, I don’t hold myself back. There is no rebuke, no condemnation as I ease the tiny digits into my mouth. Her taste explodes on my tongue, dragging a ragged moan from my throat.

Temptation indeed. She tastes far more exquisite than I dared hope. Sugary goodness and tangy notes muddle my senses until I find myself sucking on her skin for every last bit. From the other side of the partition, she writhes against the bars, her soft moans sliding over my body and tightening my balls.

To hell with everything. Even if I lose all that I’ve worked for, it will be worth it to taste her. All of her.

“Now then, Sister Emily Agnes, open up my cell. Grant me freedom so that I may absolve you.” I keep a firm hold of her hand, not allowing her the chance to escape.

This time, she doesn’t hesitate. Again, the keys jingle, this time signaling my imminent release. My cock pulses as I watch the tiny muscles in her wrist twitch with each minute movement.

Once the door opens, I let her go and stalk forward, locking my gaze with hers. Her breath quickens as she backs up, but thankfully doesn’t flee. The dumbstruck Sister stands there like an innocent little lamb offering herself up to the altar of my deviant machinations.

A growl rumbles in my chest as I gather her into my arms, finally allowing myself to feel her pressed against me. Tomorrow, I may have to pay my penance, but tonight, there is no condemnation. Lowering my lips to hers, I slide them across her lush mouth, drinking in the soft gasps flitting between us.

Though she squirms a bit, she doesn’t fight me. Her body remains ramrod in my arms, even as I try to soften her. Every twitch, every vibration quivering through her frame, rubs against me, sparking the primal need to claim and conquer.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I hold her head in place as I devour her. The moment she gasps again, I slip my tongue into her mouth and sweep it around, owning her, possessing her. She fights me then, struggles against my implacable grip, but I don’t let go.

Sweet tendrils of fear waft from her body, intermingling with her growing arousal, to flood me with the delicious scent. As I pull away, her mouth hangs open as she stares at me. Redness darkens her lips as she flushes, her whole face turning red as she processes what I can only assume is her first kiss.

“F- Father Confessor. I-”

“What’s the matter, my dear sweet Sister in Christ? Come, greet me with a holy kiss. I know you long too.”

Instead of answering me, she drops the keys onto the cold floor and races back up the stairs. My cock twitches with every pound of her feet against the stone steps. A chase wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it makes the capture all the more poignant.

Each step I take is slow and methodical. I listen carefully, doing my best to determine where she’s going. If she locks herself in her room, it will be much harder to get to her without rousing the others. Thankfully, no slamming doors greet my ears, and no running either.

She’s not above me. Not anymore. That only leaves a handful of places. A wicked grin curls up my lips as I take the last of the stairs two at a time. Bypassing the chapel, I go into the cloakroom where the holy garments stay stored before use in Mass. Since I’m already guilty of so many unpardonable sins, I might as well commit a few more.

The cinctures run across my hands like silk as I gather them up. For good measure, I also grab my stole. I have no idea how loud my little lamb will be when I finally divest her of her innocence, but I don’t want to be interrupted. Not until I’m done.

As I step into the chapel, I watch in amusement as she kneels at the altar, her body nearly slumped over the railing as prayers pour from her lips. Soon, they will be occupied with something else, something far more filling.

My steps thunder in the room, but still she kneels there like the good little lamb she is. Enough of this pretense. I can smell the desire practically dripping from her body. Looming over her, I cage her against the altar rail, refusing to let her run again.

“Ahhh, my sweet, innocent, sacrificial lamb. I am the only one who can absolve you. Pray all you like. He will never hear you like I do, never know your needs like I will. Come, turn and face me. Tell me all your depraved longings, and I will baptize you with my holy seed.”