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There was a part of her that wanted to consume her whole.
Like the body of Christ placed against her tongue except, it was hot, heavy, slicked, and pulsing. She was a god walking amongst mortals, a once in a lifetime experience for a mere peasant like her, she was so blessed. Felt so blessed she might just light everything aflame and leave her religion behind, build a place of worship on her bed and in between her pale milky legs that would have a trail of red marks from her ever tight grip. Please her in every way she can, have her writhing and moaning out of pleasure with every touch and kiss that lingered against her marble like body.
Her whole devotion to a quiescent god was immediately thrown out of the window, the moment the younger woman stood tall despite her shorter stature and beaming with unspoken confidence in front of the church that shamed her time and time again, even if she wasn't of any attendance in the first place. They shamed her for they envied her. After all, why would a woman that was beguiling beyond words, a beauty that rivaled the gods from the lows and beyond what they knew would donate such a handsome amount to their church? She was of no title, no family, no known relatives in the land she currently stood upon. In short, she was a nomad. Worse, she did not attend church at all till recently, so what was her reason? Did she plan to covet something or someone rather? What would she gain from a flimsy church that Bada devoted her youth for?
The young woman—called Miss Lane by the residents, was dressed rather provocatively for a place like church but who's to say that she was actually inappropriately clothed? Even God did not judge and pick those who wanted to be claimed as his children and enter the gates of heaven once they pass. All eyes turned on her with every step she took with her striking red heels softly clacking against the carpeted aisle. She walked right into the aisle and took a dip as elegant as a swan before heading to one of the pews.
The mass was starting soon and everyone was sitting at their usual places. Bada would serve along with the nuns but she wasn't one herself, she had offered herself to the convent time and time again but was refused every single time with reason being that she was too young and that her mind would change someday. Bada wanted to laugh at them in disbelief, she's already been adopted by the church. Was there anything left to prove to them? Nonetheless she respected their judgement and rejection. All the while she left feeling defeated, wanting to prove to the elders that she was more than ready to offer herself to God and the church.
She soon ate her own words, her devotion being tested as the young woman she was ushering perfidiously gazed at her. The young maiden eyed her from head to toe, not breaking eye contact as she offered a hundred dollar bill into the makeshift cloth basket Bada was handing out. She couldn't help but feel like she was a fille de joie perilously parading herself in the streets, trying to attract the attention of anyone who was interested enough to pay her for her time. Her body felt warm out of embarrassment at the thought, she was a woman and child of God and it was wrong to think of herself that way. She was raised by him though from afar but not letting her stray away from the righteous paths to his kingdom.
Her eyes widened as she finally realized how much the maiden had offered her, the rumors were true. The woman in front of her was made of wealth, she wonders if it was to make a good impression to the town she has arrived in but it doesn't seem like it, with how she was dressed and how she carried herself. One could only wonder what her real intentions were.
Weeks had passed since then and Audrey did not fail to attend mass every Sunday, always offering a huge sum of money whenever Bada was the assigned usher to her. Seems like the church has caught up to it and was using it to their advantage, not hesitating to sell one of their own as long as money came in.
And with every offering, Audrey's tender hands would get closer to hers. A wide array of confusing feelings bloomed within her and the chaos of it kept her up at night, with her remembering the slightest grazes of their skin and the cheshire-like smile Audrey would give her every time. She wonders if it was intentional or was it simply a kind gesture for she was serving her right in front of the eyes of the Lord? Audrey gave her the attention she so desperately craved for, one that she helplessly and tirelessly tried to look for within the walls of Christianity.
Audrey's hands were soft, unbelievably soft and smooth like they were made out of pillows but also ivory. Bada felt embarrassed as she compared it to hers, her fingers were long, daunt, jagged, and dry after years of menial work and physical labor. Audrey's fingers were quite long as well but not as long as hers… she wonders how it would feel intertwined against her own. Was it sinful to think of doing such an act with a fellow woman? It didn't mean anything immoral if she only meant friendship, right?
Right.
Audrey's eyes were captivating on their own, they were big, brown, and doe like but it was filled with such ferocity at times that she couldn't help but wonder just what was going on within the younger woman's pretty little head. Does she also think of Bada when sleep doesn't befall her? Does she also seek company from the Church? Just what did the young woman want for her to come back from time and time again?
Yet here she was finding herself staring at the younger woman's legs, what a shameful act it is for a fellow woman like her especially during a Sunday mass. But… she couldn't help it as Audrey wore a pair of black stilettos and a black gingham summer dress, the red bottom of her heels as red and glossy as her lips the last time they had met. Bada gulps at the thought of what had happened the last time they had… talked.
Audrey's skirt was lifted and her bare ass was pressed against the floral metal grills of Bada's bedroom windows, the sunlight creating a halo effect against her back. All the while Bada's mouth was stuck to hers as her long inexperienced fingers gently roamed her soaking cunt. Audrey was never the type to give herself away so easily but there was something about the woman's puppy-like demeanor that wanted her in every sense. Audrey's breath hitches as the older woman got down on her knees to lap her up, every motion almost implying how hungry she was for her and Audrey took that as an invitation to push the older woman's head further to her in between. God bless Bada's stupendously big nose for being perfectly aligned with her sensitive clit.
It didn't take a while for Audrey to moan loudly as she reached her high. Bada's chin was wet with her cum and some sick part of Audrey wanted to take advantage of it. Her left hand lingered on Bada's cheek while she lifted her chin with her right hand, the woman looking up at her still kneeling and begging for her attention like a dog.
"Stand up." Audrey demands somehow softly and Bada doesn't question one bit. She then fervently pulled Bada into an enthralling kiss once the older woman finally stood up from her earlier position. Bada groans out of pleasure with how harsh the younger woman was being. Audrey swears she could taste herself undiluted with Bada's tongue playing with hers.
It was lewd, disgusting, impudent… but who cares? Truly? Not the father that had vanished from her estranged mother's life. Not the said mother that abandoned her in front of the Church's doors, almost leaving her infant self to die from the cold that night. Not even the Church—the only family of Bada that she held in essence, the one that basically sold the pious woman to Audrey for large donations.
And surely not the God that had left her astray in Audrey's arms.
If God had truly cared for her then he would not have left her downtrodden for most of her life. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, that the God she was once so sure of serving… has always turned a blind on her. Maybe she could have Audrey all to herself in this way without the fear of being struck by his lightning of judgment and anger. After all, Bada was just one of the hundred lambs that were being shepherded around and frolicked in his open field. She too was sure that in time, she'll be lost and found.
The older girl was snapped out of her thoughts as she could hear Audrey slightly giggle in her seat. She had caught Bada staring at her and she could only blush out of embarrassment before turning her attention back to her chore. The young woman only smiled at her teasingly, her cheeks high and summer kissed making her look like a doll.
Audrey felt victorious in some way.
She had a believer of God kneeling down for her, asking for her presence, and begging to spare her any form of her attention. She had Bada's purity blackened just by her presence. She had started to rot the older woman from the inside just as she intended right from the start.
The devil came to town and came knocking right against Bada's closed doors.
Weeks passed and it had escalated quite quickly. With Bada finally having the courage to have proper intercourse with the younger woman. Or so they say she was. She chose to believe that Audrey wasn't, for her own sanity. Only an ungodly being would be capable of unleashing her inner demons within the prying eyes of the Church.
Perhaps it was too harsh for Bada to judge Audrey for what she was. It could be possible that she was human too… but she could see the divine within Audrey's parted legs, her cunt puffy, throbbing, and inexplicably wet—asking, no. Begging to be fucked by Bada's angry red cock.
The first time Bada had put it in the younger woman, she felt as if she was home. It was a funny thing to say, as her cock was enclosed within a cave of an eagerly pulsing wet muscle. But it truly did feel like she had found salvation within Audrey and her sickeningly sweet kisses.
Bada couldn't help but thrust further and deeper into her. Audrey's arms and legs wrapped around her impressively built back, her nails digging into her skin and leaving bloody crescent shaped wounds. Everytime she had been inside the younger girl felt like a black hole trying to suck her in with no plans of letting her go. Not that Bada ever planned on escaping anyway. She wanted to be consumed whole by Audrey and only her.
They both reached their highs and came. Raw. Always. Filling Audrey's womb with so much cum that the younger woman could only whimper as it leaked out of her already sopping wet cunt, clenching and unclenching onto nothing—desperately holding onto every drop. It had always put a sick smile on Bada's face as she watched Audrey beneath her. Sadistic tendencies rose within her head as she watched Audrey writhe in her arms. Was this the same perverted pleasure God felt for when he had to punish his own creation?
As Audrey melted into her arms, Bada always made sure to bury her nose in every bit of Audrey's skin within her reach, getting a whiff of her lovely lavender scent, and placing chaste kisses against her nape, collarbone, and even arms. There was no need for words as Audrey already knew of her silent devotion. Bada knew that she was letting greed get to her as she practically begged on her knees like a kicked puppy asking her owner for milk. And she eagerly fucked the smaller girl as if she no longer cared if she had sinned again and again.
It was no surprise that Audrey had started showing signs.
It was the seed of Bada's lust finally taking fruit in a soil that was never meant to be sodden with in the first place.
She had taken Audrey on almost every surface of the Church she had once placed her devotion in. Instead of the holy one, Bada had prayed to another altar; a biological one, one that was not explicitly written in the holy scriptures before her and left her starving for more every time they were done. But mighty is the sword that penetrates the devil's daughter.
From the sweat that ran down Audrey's back down to her buttocks and thighs as they salaciously fucked on the creaking wooden floor of Bada's humble bedroom. Or when they would get too frisky as Audrey lingered after Church hours, mischief in her eyes as she waltzed down the space as Bada cleaned. And it almost always ending up with Bada fucking Audrey with her fingers right against the Church’s columns, the same one that holds the stoup of agua sancta.
No one had really batted an eye nor question her relationship with Audrey. They just let her be. It truly did make Bada wonder if anyone aside from her beloved, had grown to care for her or even just her wellbeing as a child of the Church. But the answer was clear. It was only herself who had locked her true desires in her own prison of righteousness. If Jesus had already died for her sins, would it be truly wrong for her to indulge in them? To enjoy the delights of life and to live free, to love whom her heart screamed out for? Was it truly wrong to fuck the sopping tight cunt of the devil's daughter? The same being that God had brought forth into this world with the expectation that His children will not stray away from his arms. That they will do good and be good. That they will not lean into the arms of temptation.
But only time will tell.
As Bada had already made her choice. She chose what her heart yearned for… acceptance and belonging.
And it was only within Audrey's embrace that she had finally revelled what she was.
A sinner.