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My hands trembled as I clutched the thick cream envelope with the official court seal. Seraphine Vellora. That was the name written in elegant black ink—the name that now felt like a noose tightening around my throat. Everyone called me Sera, but in Judge Alaric chambers, names carried weight. Power. Judgment. I had no choice. My brother, Elias, had been caught in one of the city’s underground gambling rings. The evidence was damning, the sentence potentially twenty years. But Judge Voss had made it clear during the private meeting last week: mercy had a price. And that price was me.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

I was not yet ready to tell about the archangel who was aware of all my steps throughout history. "Do you think I'm strong enough?” "Not alone if the power of the book is that great.” "What if four sins were together? "I asked, and raised my fingers as I enumerated. "Ganance, pride, lust and gluttony. Together, would we be able to do it?”

"This effort is too late." Michael steps closer, his large, scarred hand rising to gently brush a stray lock of dark hair away from Jone's forehead. Jone flinches at the intimacy, stepping back to place a heavy leather folder down on the oak table between them. "Let us dissolve the covenant," Jone states flatly. Michael’s hands tremble violently as he opens the folder, his golden eyes widening in absolute disbelief as they scan the formal pack dissolution decrees. "What is this madness, Jone?"

“I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.” The darkness around me pulsed, as if acknowledging the confession. The Broker’s voice carried satisfaction. “Truth. The audience recognizes honesty. Proceed to the second sin.” This one was harder. Required exposing something I’d barely admitted to myself. “My second sin,” I began, my throat tight, “involves Eli.” My son’s head lifted, confusion written across his young face.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Every sinner receives punishment equal to the chief sin they have committed, in an ever grislier dose of poetic justice. I know I’m going to faint any second so as soon as this thought occurs to me, tiny pieces of wire creep delicately under my eyelids to keep them from closing. Insistent electric charges also zap my vision right back into focus as though to remind me not to look away or I’d miss the show. “Sub-level 4. Money-hoarders, squanderers and corrupt politicians. Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where gentlemanly Death shall come like a thief in the night and all that.”

You?" Her voice was just above a whisper. He looked down at her, expressionless. "The vows," the priest handed each of them a piece of paper. Sinora looked at the paper in her hand, her eyes caught the words, "I promise to love and serve you forever. " she scoffed and used the paper to fan herself. What sort of joke was this? She looked around the empty church hall, before catching the Dark King's eyes again, but he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were fixated on the paper in his hands.

The sturdy, expensive glass, the kind Cillian said nothing could penetrate sprayed across the floor in a thousand shimmering diamonds. My panic knew no bounds. I sat frozen at the table, my hands vibrating so hard I had to sit on them. Cillian hadn't been home in two days; the "business" he spoke of had pulled him away to the city, leaving Sarah to stay over and keep me company. In the center of the room, amidst the glass shards, lay the projectile. Wrapped around the stone was a piece of parchment with bold inscriptions written in something dark and metallic. > THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO TO CLEANSE YOURSELF FROM ALL SINS IS TO JUST DIE!!!! DIE FOR YOUR SINS, DON'T WAIT FOR JESUS TO DO IT FOR

I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric, hard little peaks begging for attention, and I smell her arousal when she walks past me, that sweet, musky scent that makes my cock twitch in my pants. I let her read every page. Safe word, limits, punishments, rewards. The contract involves bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, and oral worship on demand. I watch her pupils dilate as she scans the words, her breathing growing shallow, and I notice how she shifts in the chair, her thighs rubbing together subtly as she grows wetter with every clause she absorbs. When she signs, her hand trembles but stays steady enough, and something possessive and primal roars to life inside me, a fierc