เข้าสู่ระบบLyra’s pov
“Mummy, practice is over, the rest of the choir is already left, are you still wiping down those pews?” I called out from the loft, voice bouncing off the high ceiling.She looked up from the front, rag in hand, and gave me that tired smile she always wore after a long morning.“Go on home if you want, Lyra. I’ll finish up here. Don’t forget we still need to pick up the communion wine later.”“I’ll wait. The quiet feels good after all that singing.” I leaned on theEllie’s pov“The hallway lights just went off,” I said, glancing toward the door while I sat on the edge of the exam table with my legs dangling and the paper gown barely covering anything. Daniel leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching me the way he always did when the building went quiet. The clinic had emptied early on a Friday and the only light left was the soft one over the sink and the warm glow from his desk lamp. “You kept me past closing again on purpose.”“I did,” he answered, voice calm as ever even though his eyes had already dropped to my bare thighs. “No one else is left in the building. The receptionist locked up and left twenty minutes ago. We can talk as long as we need without anyone walking past the door.” He pushed off the counter and walked over slowly, stopping right between my knees the way he always did now. His hands rested lightly on my legs just above the knees. “How has the pain been since last week?”“Almost gone most days. The wor
Ellie’s pov“You kept me until the end of the day again,” I said as I walked into the office and heard the outer door lock click behind the receptionist’s desk. Daniel looked up from his notes, already out of the white coat, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and the calm in his eyes had that same quiet heat from last week. “I noticed the waiting room was empty when I got here.”“I scheduled you last on purpose,” he answered, standing and coming around the desk. “Fewer interruptions. More time to actually examine what is going on with you.” He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him. “How is the migraine today?”“Dull. Manageable. Better than before.” I set my bag down and watched his hands. Those same precise fingers that had been inside me last time. “But you already know that. You asked me the same thing on the phone yesterday.”He smiled a little. “I did. Sit on the table for me.”I climbed up. The paper gown was waiting again, but this time h
Ellie’s pov“Doctor, it is happening again right now, the pressure behind my eyes is getting worse and I cannot keep pretending it is just stress from school.” I sat on the edge of the exam table in that quiet office, legs swinging a little because the damn thing was too high, and watched him write something down without looking up at first. My mother had dragged me here three weeks ago after every other doctor brushed me off, and this one, the neurologist with the calm voice and the steady hands, actually listened. He was forty-two, dark hair going a little silver at the temples, white coat open over a dark shirt, and he never rushed me. That was the first thing that made me trust him.He set the pen down and finally met my eyes. “Describe it for me again, Ellie. Exactly where it starts and what it feels like when it peaks.”I swallowed and pressed my fingers against my temples. “It starts like a tight band right here, then it spreads and my vision gets these weird sparks, and some
lyra’s pov“Father Brennan, it is past midnight and the church is still locked and you have not told me to go home yet,” I said, standing in the middle of the dark sanctuary with his cum still drying in streaks down my thighs. The confessional curtain hung open behind us. The only light came from the small candle he had lit near the altar after Elias finally stopped calling and walked away into the night.He turned from the side door where he had double-checked the lock and looked at me for a long moment. “I am not sending you home. We are already past the point of pretending this is only confession. Stay here with me.”I walked to him on legs that still felt loose from the booth. He reached out and wiped nothing away from the mess on my skin. Instead he pushed my skirt higher and ran two fingers through the slick mix of cum and wetness still coating me, pushing some of it back inside. “You are a walking filthy secret right now. And you are mine until the sky starts to change.”“Th
Lyra’s pov“Father Brennan, Elias is right outside the door calling my name and you are still buried inside me in this dark booth, what the fuck are we doing?” I whispered, forehead still pressed to his shoulder while his cock stayed thick and deep in my cunt. The confessional felt smaller than before, hot from our bodies and the smell of sex thick in the closed space.He did not pull out. His hands stayed on my hips, holding me down on him so every small shift made me feel the stretch and the fresh cum already leaking around his shaft. “We will stay here a while longer,” he said, voice soft against my ear. “The door is locked. He can call all he wants.”I rolled my hips slowly, testing. He was still hard enough that the movement dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. “You just came and you are already ready to go again. That is greedy even for a priest.”He gave a quiet breath that was almost a laugh. “You are the one still clenching around me. Do not pretend you want me to
Lyra’s pov“Father Brennan, Elias is still calling outside, are you really going to leave me standing here with your cum running down my leg while he knocks?” I asked, voice low in the locked church. He looked at the side door once more, then turned and walked toward the confessional without answering. The heavy air followed us.I followed him. He opened the priest’s side and sat down on the narrow wooden seat, knees spread in the dim light that came through the lattice. The space smelled like old wood and incense and the faint salt of what we had already done. He did not speak. He just watched me with those soft eyes that never matched the filth he put in me.I stepped into the small booth, closed the curtain behind me, and dropped to my knees between his legs. My hands went straight to his trousers. He was already half hard again. I pulled him out and stroked the thick length until he filled my fist completely. The head was still shiny from earlier.“You want this quiet?” I aske







