Chapter 4

Adrian's pov The soft moans drifted through the cracked door of the old storage room at the back of the convent, pulling me to a stop in the dim hallway. My heart thudded hard in my chest as I recognized the sound, raw and needy, like a woman lost in heat. I gripped the edge of my cassock, knuckles white, forcing my feet to stay planted instead of pushing that door open. Sweat prickled my skin under the heavy fabric, my cock twitching in my pants at the forbidden pull of it. Who the hell was in there, hiding away like this, letting out those gasps that twisted my gut with memories I had no right to keep? I leaned closer, breath shallow, catching the wet slick of fingers moving fast, the kind of rhythm that screamed pussy play. My mind flashed to her, the new sister Lena, with those full lips and curves that strained against her habit during prayers. She wanted me, I knew it from the way her eyes lingered too long, her cheeks flushing when I passed close. But I was a priest, vows carved into my soul, and I turned away sharp, steps heavy as I walked on. Still, the moans followed me, low and desperate, making my balls ache with the effort to ignore them. The convent halls were empty this late, moonlight slicing through the narrow windows like judgment. I had come down here to fetch old linens for the altar, but now every nerve buzzed with her sounds echoing in my head. That voice, breathy and broken, hit too close to the stripper from my past life, before the collar. Ruby, she called herself, with hips that swayed like sin on that dingy stage in the city. I obsessed over her for months, sneaking peeks , jerking off in my room to the image of her grinding on my lap, her tits bouncing free. Lena looked just like her, same dark hair framing a face that begged to be kissed, same fire in her eyes that made my resolve crack. Why was she hiding in that dusty room? The new sisters had cells upstairs, proper ones with locks and prayers etched in the walls. This spot was for forgotten things, cobwebs and crates, not a woman chasing her pleasure. I pictured her there, habit hiked up, legs spread wide on some old blanket, fingers buried deep in her wet slit. My cock hardened fully now, pressing against the front of my pants, and I adjusted it quickly, shame burning my neck. No, Adrian, walk away. She's one of yours to guide, not to touch. But curiosity clawed at me, sharp as thorns. Was she running from something? A man? Or just the heat she felt for me, the same pull that kept me up nights, fighting the urge to confess my own dirty thoughts. Her moans grew louder in my memory, a sharp cry that made me pause again at the corner. I could almost see it: her hand working her clit, rubbing circles while she plunged inside, juices dripping down her thighs. Fuck, just like Ruby used to dance, teasing the crowd until they begged. Lena's body would arch, nipples hard under that rough cloth, begging for a mouth to suck them. I swallowed hard, tasting the dryness in my throat, my own hand itching to stroke myself right there in the hall. But I respected the vows, the cross heavy around my neck, a reminder of the life I chose. No breaking, no falling. She was temptation wrapped in silk, and I had to stay on guard. Since the night she came running here I knew she would be a trouble. I mean who runs into a church that wet in a see through nightie? I forced my legs to move, boots scuffing soft on the stone floor as I headed back to my quarters. The air felt thicker, charged with what I left behind. Who was she really? That resemblance to Ruby wasn't coincidence; it stirred old hunger, the kind that made me question my path. Lena had joined us only two months back, quiet but bold in her glances, her confessions laced with hints of unrest. Did she hide to touch herself, thinking of forbidden things? Of me, maybe, on my knees before her, tongue lapping at her pussy like a man starved? The thought hit me low, my cock throbbing painfully, pre-cum wetting my underwear. In my room, I shut the door firm and leaned against it, breaths coming ragged. The moans replayed, her voice husky now, chasing that peak. I imagined her pussy clenching around her fingers, walls tight and slick, the scent of her arousal filling that hidden space. Ruby had smelled like that, musky and sweet, when she leaned close after a show, whispering promises I never took. Lena's face overlaid hers, same pouty lips parted and tempting. I remember asking many times for private sessions. She'd turn it down no matter how much I offered her then. I pressed my palm to my crotch, grinding once, twice, before pulling back with a hiss. No. This was my burden, the internal war that kept me vigilant. Sleep wouldn't come easy tonight. I'd pray extra at dawn, beg for strength to resist. She was a sister, under my care, and any step wrong could shatter everything. But damn, the curiosity gnawed, why that room, why now? Was she in trouble, or just a woman with needs the convent couldn't fill? I knew she wanted me; the way she brushed my arm during mass, the heat in her stare. It mirrored my own buried desires, the obsession with Ruby, to this cloth and these walls. I had to be cautious, guard my heart and body, or the fire would consume us both. Yet as I knelt by my bed, rosary in hand, her moans lingered like a siren's call. My mind wandered back, painting the scene vivid: her thighs quivering, fingers soaked as she rubbed her swollen clit, body shaking through the waves. I crossed myself hard, whispering pleas for purity. But deep down, the priest warred with the man, restraint fraying at the edges. Tomorrow, I'd watch her closer, not to indulge, but to protect. For her sake, and mine. The vows held me, but how long before the temptation proved too strong? The night dragged, my cock still half-hard under the sheets, dreams threatening to pull me under. Lena's hidden pleasure became my secret torment, the resemblance to Ruby, a ghost I couldn't shake. I walked past, did nothing, but the curiosity burned, cautious steps masking the storm inside. As a priest, I respected the line, but God help me, she tested it every breath.