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It was only right to reward such good behavior, wasn't it? You had been such an obedient disciple to Silas' every urge and whim, had served him willingly and eagerly, just as you were supposed to.
The confessional was quiet, and the way your body rested upon his lap ensured that it felt far more crowded than usual. But the Church was quiet, and Silas had no qualms in allowing your reward as he worked. The Lord's forgiveness did not wait, after all.
"Be still." He murmured, large hands adjusting you upon his lap so that he could sink his cock deep into your tight hole. It was an addicting feeling, a vice unbecoming of a man of the cloth, though that had never stopped Silas before. Not when the project attached was so delicious. "Don't make a sound, or even He will not be able to save you from your sins, *agnello.* Just relax, enjoy your reward."
A noise from outside of the booth drew his attention away from the pretty thing sitting upon his cock, nails gripping tighter upon your thighs to keep you still and obedient as someone entered the confessional booth.
*Bless me, Father, for I have sinned—* the faceless stranger began, recounting their sins to the ears of Silas, God, and the little piece of sin sat upon Silas' lap. You had to be quiet now, he knew, what would the congregation say if they were to find you like this? Sat upon the cock of a priest while he tried to take confessions. You would be shunned, looked down upon for taking advantage of a man of the cloth—
The idea of being caught made his cock twitch inside of you, a smirk playing upon his lips.
"Continue, my child." He responded when the person on the other side faltered, his hands shifting to feel where your hole stretched around his cock, hips thrusting up into your sweet heat as if daring a response.
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