Chapter 5

Father Adrian's pov The rosary beads slipped from my fingers as I finally edged toward sleep, the sheets tangled around my legs in the stuffy room. My cock had softened at last, the ache from those damn moans fading into a dull throb, but my mind still replayed Lena's imagined cries, her pussy clenching in ecstasy. Just as my eyes drifted shut, a soft knock echoed through the door, sharp and insistent in the quiet night. I bolted upright, heart slamming against my ribs. Who the hell would come here this late? The convent was locked down after prayer, sisters in their cells, me alone with my thoughts. I swung my legs over the bed, pulling on my robe over the thin nightshirt that did nothing to hide the semi-hard bulge if it stirred again. Barefoot, I crossed the cold stone floor and cracked the door, peering into the dim hall lit by a single flickering candle. There she was. Sister Lena, standing in her habit, the white coif framing her face like an angel's halo. Her eyes were wide, innocent, cheeks flushed pink in the low light, lips parted just enough to make my gut twist. She looked so pure, hands clasped in front of her like a schoolgirl seeking guidance, but I knew better. Those moans from earlier burned in my ears, and now here she was, at my door, tempting fate. Hunger hit me like a punch, raw and feral. I wanted to grab her wrist, yank her inside, slam the door shut. Pin her against the wall, hike up that habit, and spread her legs wide over my study table…the one piled with Bibles and notes, now begging to be cleared for her ass. I'd bend her over it, grip her hips hard, and thrust my cock deep into her pussy, pounding until she screamed my name, her walls milking every inch of my eight inches until I filled her with cum. The best fuck of her life, leaving her dripping and marked as mine, vows be damned. I shook my head sharp, forcing the image away. What the fuck was wrong with me? She was a sister, under my spiritual care, and I was the priest sworn to purity…though I have other intentions. My eyes had locked on her mouth, those full lips I pictured stretched around my shaft, sucking me down her throat, tongue swirling over the head as she gagged and took it all. Saliva dripping down her chin, eyes watering up at me, begging for more. Heat flooded my groin, my cock twitching to life under the robe, and I crossed my arms to hide it, jaw clenched tight. The silence stretched, thick and charged, her gaze dropping to the floor while I fought to breathe steady. Finally, I cleared my throat, voice rougher than I meant. "Sis Lena? What's wrong? It's late …why are you seeking me out now?" She lifted her eyes, biting her lower lip in that way that made my balls tighten. "Father Adrian, I... I can't sleep. The thoughts, they're too much. I need to talk to you. Please." Her voice was soft, pleading, stirring the curiosity from earlier into a blaze. Was this about the moans? Did she know I'd heard? Or was it something deeper, her own forbidden wants spilling over? I glanced down the hall, shadows long and empty, but Mother Superior's rooms weren't far. If she caught Lena here, at my door in the dead of night, there'd be hell to pay….scoldings, suspicions, maybe even sending Lena away. The old bat watched us like hawks, enforcing rules with an iron fist. "Is this a confession?" I asked, stepping back a fraction, trying to sound firm. "It can wait until morning, sister. Dawn service is soon enough. Go back to your cell." She shook her head, stepping closer, her scent…clean soap mixed with something warmer, feminine…coming through the crack. "No, Father, it's not formal. Just... talk. I trust you. No one else understands I only talk to you." Damn her. Those words cracked my resolve, the priest in me wanting to guide, the man aching to pull her in and explore every inch. I hesitated, pulse racing, then nodded once. "Alright. But keep it quiet. Mother Superior would have my head if she saw you here." I swung the door wider, letting her slip inside, the click of it shutting behind her like a trap snapping closed. The room felt smaller instantly, air heavy with her presence. My study table sat in the corner, lamp casting golden light over the scattered papers, the wooden surface solid and unyielding…just right for what my mind kept flashing to. Her bent over it, habit moved to her waist, pussy exposed and wet, my hands spreading her cheeks as I lined up and drove in deep. She stood there, hands twisting together, looking everywhere but at me. I leaned against the desk, arms crossed again to steady myself, but thinking straight was impossible. My cock strained fully now, any moment from now my eight inches would be so hard and leaking pre-cum into my underwear. I shifted, praying she didn't notice, and forced words out. "Sit, sister. Tell me what's keeping you from rest." She perched on the edge of the chair, knees together, but her eyes flicked to mine, holding a spark that mirrored my own turmoil. The awkward quiet from the hall lingered, broken only by our breaths, mine coming too fast. Why her? That resemblance to Ruby gnawed deeper now, her innocent facade hiding the fire I'd heard earlier, fingers plunging into her slick heat. I imagined tasting her, kneeling between her thighs right here, tongue flicking her clit while she gripped my hair. "It's the isolation," she started, voice trembling. "The vows, the silence... it all presses in. I feel so alone, Father. Like there's something missing." Her words hung, loaded, and I swallowed hard, nodding. "The path is narrow, Lena. Temptations test us. What specifically troubles you?" She leaned forward, lips moving as she spoke, and all I could think was how they'd feel wrapped around me, sucking hard, throat working to take my length. I gripped the desk edge, knuckles white, fighting the urge to close the distance. Mother Superior's wrath be damned…this talk was dangerous, her nearness unraveling me thread by thread. But I had to hold, guide her without falling, even as my body screamed to claim her. The night stretched ahead, her confessions weren't anything explicit, just hints pulling me deeper into the storm, restraint fraying with every word. Fuck! I swore in my head.