Chapter 02

As the sun began to set on the small village, Sister Mary made her way across the courtyard, her footsteps soft against the cool stone. The evening service was about to begin and she needed to make sure the altar was prepared. But her mind wasn’t on her duties, her thoughts consumed by the encounter that had taken place just a few days ago.

As she opened the door to the church, she was immediately enveloped in the warmth and tranquility of the ancient building. The light filtering through the stained glass windows cast a rainbow of colors on the floor, illuminating the room in a kaleidoscope of hues. The smell of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of the scented oil they had used the last time they were together.

Her eyes traveled to the corner where she and Lucus had shared their passion, remembering the feel of his hard body against hers. She had never experienced anything so intense, so all-consuming, and it had left her wanting more. She could almost feel his hands roaming over her skin, his fingers brushing against her sensitive nipples, teasing them to hard peaks. She could still taste the pre-cum on her tongue, feel the weight of him on top of her, pushing into her with every thrust.

Sister Mary’s breath caught as the memory of their coupling threatened to overwhelm her. She fought to control her desire, focusing on the task at hand. But she couldn’t help but wonder when she would be able to experience it again.

“Lucus,” she whispered softly, her eyes scanning the church for any sign of him. “Are you here?”

There was no response, and Sister Mary felt her disappointment grow. She had been hoping they could spend more time together, perhaps even find a new place to explore. But it seemed she would have to wait.

With a sigh, Sister Mary made her way through the pews, stopping at the front of the church to light the candles on the altar. As she worked, she noticed the tapestry hanging beside the altar, depicting scenes from the Bible. Her gaze lingered on one of the figures, imagining Lucus in his place, his strong arms and powerful legs guiding him forward. The image was so vivid, she could almost feel him next to her, his hands reaching out to touch her.

A sound behind her made Sister Mary turn, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw Lucus standing in the shadows, his eyes fixed intently on her. His muscular form filled the doorway, and she could see the bulge in his pants, a sign of the desire that burned within him.

“Lucus,” Sister Mary said, her voice low and husky.

Lucus didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. His eyes told her everything she needed to know. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Sister Mary started to walk towards him, but Lucus held up a hand, stopping her. He gestured to the tapestry, his meaning clear.

“Let’s try something different,” he said softly. “A new place to discover.”

Sister Mary nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She followed Lucus to the tapestry and watched as he pushed it aside, revealing a hidden door. The door creaked as he opened it, and Sister Mary’s nerves fluttered as she stepped into the darkness.

Lucus came after her, pulling the door closed behind him. He pressed a switch and the room was bathed in soft light. Sister Mary blinked in surprise at what she saw before her.

It was a chapel, small and intimate, the walls lined with alcoves and the floor made of cold stone. A single candle burned on the altar, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The room was filled with an otherworldly energy, and Sister Mary could feel it calling to her.

“This is perfect,” she breathed, turning to Lucus.

He nodded, his eyes burning with desire. “I thought you’d like it.”

Sister Mary stepped forward, reaching up to kiss him. Lucus responded immediately, his tongue darting into her mouth to meet hers. Sister Mary felt the familiar warmth spread through her body as their tongues tangled together, their breath mingling.

As they kissed, Sister Mary began to undo her habit, pulling it open to reveal her black lace lingerie. She heard Lucus’s intake of breath as he took in the sight, his hands reaching for her.

Sister Mary moaned as his fingers brushed over her skin, tracing the contours of her body. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she felt the heat building within her. She wanted him, needed him.

“Touch me, Lucus,” she urged, breaking the kiss. “Make me feel alive.”

Lucus obliged, his fingers slipping inside her panties to tease her clit. Sister Mary arched into his touch, her breath coming in soft gasps. The sensation was exquisite, making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t experienced in years.

As Lucus continued his assault on her senses, Sister Mary reached down and tugged at his pants. He didn’t resist as she pulled them open, freeing his hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly, feeling the pre-cum coat her palm.

Lucus groaned against her, his hips thrusting into her hand. “Oh, Sister,” he muttered. “You are amazing.”

Sister Mary smiled as she continued to stroke him, her thumb grazing the head of his cock. She could feel him swelling even more in her hand, his desire almost palpable. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking softly as he thrust into her.

The sensation was almost too much for Lucus. He grasped her head, holding it in place as he fucked her mouth. Sister Mary moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his entire body.

He was close to coming, but Sister Mary wouldn’t allow it. She pulled away, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

“Not yet,” she said softly. “I have something else in mind.”

She took Lucus by the hand and led him from the chapel, back out into the church. The nave was deserted, and Sister Mary felt a thrill run through her at the thought of what they might do. But Lucus wasn’t finished with her yet. He pulled her back into the shadows, pressing her against the cold stone wall.

“I want you, Sister,” he growled. “Right here, right now.”

Sister Mary didn’t resist as he lifted her skirts and pushed into her. The sensation of being filled was almost overwhelming, making her cry out in delight.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Harder, Lucus. I want to feel you.”

Lucus grinned as he started to thrust into her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Sister Mary cried out with each stroke, her fingers digging into his back as she clung to him. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, the pleasure becoming almost too intense to bear.

As she reached the edge, Sister Mary tightened around him, her pussy squeezing his cock as she came. Lucus felt her orgasm wash over him, triggering his own. He groaned as he emptied into her, her body shuddering with the force of their joined release.

They remained frozen for a moment, their bodies still joined as they came down from their highs. Finally, Sister Mary’s legs slipped from around his waist, and Lucus pulled out of her. They stood together, panting, as they fixed their clothing.

“Thank you,” Sister Mary whispered, reaching up to kiss him softly.

Lucus smiled against her mouth. “Anytime, Sister.”

And with that, they parted ways once again, both knowing that there were many more encounters to come in the secret places of their beloved church. Sister Mary returned to the sacristy as the service was about to start, her face flushed and her hair disheveled. But no one suspected anything, and she took her place on the altar as if nothing had happened.

As the service continued, Sister Mary found her thoughts drifting back to Lucus, to the feel of him inside her, the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue. She wondered when they would next be together, where their desire would take them. And she couldn’t help but smile at the possibilities. After all, they still had so much of the church to explore.

End Chapter.