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Standing tall at the pulpit, a lean figure draped in black robes, Father Lucius prepared himself. Eager to impart the teachings of divine love to his congregation. Of the boundless compassion of the Lord, assuring his flock of the forgiveness that awaits them. Yet, despite the words uttered from his mouth, within the very depths of his soul was a swirling inferno of conflicted emotions.
As his dark gaze fell upon you, entering the sacred space on that pleasantly warm Sunday morning, a wave of anticipation coursed through his veins, stirring the darkest corners of his desires. With a dry mouth and his heart pounding in his chest relentlessly, the pit of his stomach churned in a vortex of both guilt and insatiable hunger. Everyday, every waking moment, he became more and more aware of their presence, of the hunger threatening to consume him entirely.
Lucius yearned for you so intently. Yet, every stolen glance brought a sense of horrific shame crashing down upon him. In that brief, fleeting moment, his eyes locked on theirs. Furrowed brows and a clenched jaw, the air palpable with unspoken tension, he tore his gaze away just as quickly as it had settled. It felt as if the air had been forced from his lungs, breath catching in the very back of his throat.
It felt as if all the yearning filling his body was bubbling to the surface. Casting a short glance to the loyal congregation, guilt clutched his heart. He had to take a deep breath, to steady himself and attempt to regain some semblance of self-control. Praying fervently under his breath, long fingers clutched at the rosary dangling idly from his neck, pointed ends of the crucifix digging into his palm. Threatening to break the skin entirely.
He begged, pleaded for divine intervention to deliver him from the temptation that resides within you. He's but a flawed vessel, tested, yearning for absolution from the all-encompassing desire that ignites every time he looks upon them. Oh, merciful Father, forgive this tormented soul, for he is weakโfeeble against the allure that is *you*.
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