Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)
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				Title: <strong>Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 17:47:25</strong>
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				<em>Honour thy mother and thy father.</em> It was a Commandment, so important that God had felt the need to have it writ in stone, right up there with not committing murder or adultery. It was clear, no loopholes or sub-sections, nothing that said to honour one’s mother if she was a black hearted, poison minded bitch, or what to think about fathers who ran before their kids had even drawn their first breath. Not that he could have been blamed, he was probably lucky to get away without frostbite on his groin, knowing her mother. It was still a sinful thought, though, to break a Commandment in thought or deed, and she was sure that the flaming row that had preceded her escape to the quiet sanctuary of the Cathedral covered both aspects of that particular sin. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” The words weren’t spoken as mere repetition of any particular rite, but an earnest plea to whatever was out there and could offer her some succour. Praying was difficult for her, opening her soul to the deep emptiness of eternity, and who knew what was out there, waiting and watching. God as a symbol of authority was easy to understand, everyone around her wielded him like a bogeyman or a lash to enforce obedience. Just once, even for a moment, she needed a father, not just the Father. “Father, forgive me.” She knelt down in the pew, leaning her head forwards to rest them upon her tightly clasped hands. <br>&nbsp;<br>“He hears you, child.” The voice was soft, tinged with a strong brogue that lent it an unfamiliar, masculine roughness, which seemed to suit the sudden presence behind her. A strong hand fell gently upon her shoulder, squeezing gently in what must have been a comforting gesture. There was no room for her to sit back, as the seat she had so recently vacated was obviously filled, his presence behind her impossible not to sense, as though he filled the entire Cathedral, at least where her eyes did not fall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 18:08:33</strong>
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				Rhiannon (http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo354/mithlomwen/rp%20art/Ladies/7edece4d274637d3d52a06949416dc6e.jpg) hadn't heard him before he spoke, so her body startled slightly as she felt his hand touch her shoulder.&nbsp; A soft gasp of surprise echoed in the deserted Cathedral when she heard his deep masculine voice resonate so closely behind her.&nbsp; <em>Where had he come from?</em> Rhiannon wondered for the briefest of moments before writing it off that she had just been so deep in prayer that she hadn't heard him. <br><br>"Dos he?"&nbsp; She asked softly in question to his answer, not entirely sure if God heard her or not.&nbsp; She had tried so hard to put her faith in him, to rely on him when things were bad, but it seemed as if he purposefully ignored her.&nbsp; Never once could she recall an answered prayer, or a moment when she had felt any sort of comfort, though she had prayed more in the past few months than she had ever prayed in her life.&nbsp; <br><br>The priest's gentle touch did a lot to soothe her heartache, as did his words, though she wasn't entirely sure if she should believe him, as she had seen no proof that God had heard her prayers.&nbsp; "I think God is ignoring me."&nbsp; She whispered softly, not bothering to turn around and face the priest, her eyes instead moving up the cathedral wall to study the beauty of the stained glass windows.&nbsp; "I think he has forsaken me."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 18:28:50</strong>
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				The man moved closer to the edge of the bench, his body so close that his breath fell upon the back of Rhiannon's neck as he spoke, as hot as a summer's wind, and the scent of him embraced her, faintly redolent of iron and apples. "Your Father will never forsake you. He is here with you now." His hand moved across her shoulder, covering her throat beneath a firm, steady touch, and as he traced a line down the front of her blouse the buttons were deftly plucked open, laying bare her chest but for the bra she wore beneath. His large fingers were quite delicate as they traced lines upwards from her navel, to take hold of the small golden crucifix that she wore on a chain around her throat.<br><br>He moved closer then, sinking to his knees, and it seemed as though he took up the whole world, even as he pressed himself against her back, the ample curves of her rear nestled into his lap. The free hand moved to cover her taut belly, the pad of his thumb brushing over her navel as he spoke once more, lips brushing against her ear with every word. "He needs to know that you love him." His lips, and then his teeth, grazed her earlobe, nibbling ever so lightly without the slightest hesitation. "Are you willing to prove your devotion?" There was no need to ask what such an act of contrition would require, as his hand descended, his thumb hooking into the hem of her skirt to apply pressure downwards, baring a few inches of that shapely hip beneath her waist.<br><br>He managed, and just how was beyond knowing, to loosen the strap of her bra without moving either hand, and he released the crucifix to push one of those full cups down, baring her breast to him and God. Taking the dark nipple between thumb and forefinger, he pinched hard whilst twisting slightly, savouring the delicious little thrill of pain and pleasure he gave her. "His love has a price."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 15:23:10</strong>
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				It was wrong.&nbsp; She knew it.&nbsp; Deep in her subconscious Rhiannon knew that what was happening was terribly wrong, that she shouldn't let it continue, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. <br><br>Her body responded to his touch, and the though floated through mind, wondering how it was a man of God was so skilled in how to tempt a woman.&nbsp; A soft sigh escaped her slightly parted lips, feeling the warmth of his fingers as they skimmed over her flesh.&nbsp; His breath was hot against her ear, causing a visible shudder to pass through her body.&nbsp; She ached in places she shouldn't be aching for a man of the cloth, but she was powerless to stop it. <br><br>"How do you know.....he's with me?"&nbsp; She breathed softly, her body going lax against his.&nbsp; The delicious curve of her bottom wriggled sensuously in his lap in response to his attentions, her back arching away from his chest to press the lush curve of her breast closer to his hand.&nbsp; She gasped, the soft sound of pleasure echoing around them, her nipple hardening even more between his finger in response to his heated touch.&nbsp; <br><br>It felt so good, to be touched like this, to be wanted like this.&nbsp; She was willing to do anything so long as he would continue to touch her.&nbsp; "Yes...."&nbsp; She breathed huskily in answer to his question.&nbsp; "Yes, I'm willing."&nbsp; A groan accompanied her words, a soft hiss through clenched teeth as he twisted her aching nipple between his fingers.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 16:52:08</strong>
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				A lifetime playing with such wonderful little creatures as God's children had given the man a delicate, experienced touch that seemed to be guided by the girl's need rather than his own will. He smiled, unseen, past her at the ornate image of Trinity set in the stained glass window, as his hand moved beneath her skirt, long fingers gathering the lace and silk of her underwear, and with a single tug the fabric came away, balled up in one large fist.<br><br>"God has his agents upon the Earth, to guide lost souls back to his embrace." He tossed the torn remnants of silk to the floor beside her, his hand moving to glide beneath her shapely rear, tugging open the buckle of his belt and the flap of his trousers, and with the same practiced movement her skirt was flicked upwards. When the hand upon her chest pressed her back, his fingers dancing across her flesh to uncover yet another neglected breast, she was graced with the feel of him erect beneath her, the burning heat of his length pressed along the cleft of her rear. It was a rather pleasant means of enjoying himself until he could be sure that she was ready to feel him within her, and a sharp tug upon her nipple was all the encouragement he knew she would need to start moving in his lap, letting those soft cheeks caress him.<br><br>His free hand curled around one perfect thigh, the tips of his fingers grazing over that pale flesh for what seemed like forever before they rose to the apex of her thighs, finding the glistening heat that he had so recently uncovered. With great care he eased but a fingertip into the tense heat of her body, and he sighed in delight as the gentle pressure exerted from his wrist forced his digit into her slowly until his knuckle was framed by those rose pink lips. Moving carefully, he gradually added yet another finger, and a third, his thumb rubbing slowly over the exposed nub as she became more accomodating, the speed of his strokes became more frantic, sensing her impending climax. His grasp fell from the caressing of her breast as he felt her begin to spasm around his probing touch, rising to push the silken panties into her mouth, stifling her moans as he worked her into the throes of an orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 01:27:25</strong>
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				The lush curve of her posterior pressed against the hard length of him, her body arching and writhing in his lap as his touch continued to arouse her.&nbsp; His hands were demanding, yet gentle, confident and exacting as he tugged at her breasts.&nbsp; Her head fell forward exposing the back of her neck to him as she swayed and moved in his lap.&nbsp; <br><br>A soft mewl escaped her lips as she felt his finger slide inside of her glistening sex, her hips moving instinctively against his hand, seeking to draw that finger deeper inside.&nbsp; A sharp gasp echoed around them as he followed that finger with two more, filling and stretching her.&nbsp; Her inner walls gripped his fingers tightly the ridges and hollows molding themselves around the strong digits as they moved in and out of her.&nbsp; Her hips ground themselves against his thumb, panting with hunger and need, the contact against the sensitive nub taking her closer to the edge. <br><br>She could feel the head of his cock nestled comfortably between the cheeks of her derriere, the silken flesh of her ass cheeks caressing him as she moved and bucked against his hand.&nbsp; Rhiannon hissed and groaned, unable to stop the sounds of pleasure, not caring at that point who heard her.&nbsp; It was too good, too powerful for her to hold back.&nbsp; <br><br>A muffled cry of alarm rumbled up her throat as she felt her panties being shoved in her mouth, but the exquisite pleasure that was occurring between her thighs pushed any other thought out of her head.&nbsp; All that mattered was this feeling, all that mattered was that he not stop now.&nbsp; Not when she was so close.....<br><br>A long shuddering moan shook her body as she crested the peak of pleasure, her body arching and twisting in his lap as her inner muscles quivered around his finger.&nbsp; Spasm after spasm rocked her body, sending tendrils of white hot ecstasy through her entire being.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 15:26:36</strong>
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				There was a special place in Hell for those who corrupted the most innocent among God's flock, but he had no time to let longing for home distract him from the work at hand. Missionary work was important no matter which side of the fence one happened to be stranded on. A beatific smile came to his lips as he leaned forwards, peering over her shoulder as his hand rose to push aside her hair, his lips brushing lightly over the nape of her neck. His hold tightened gradually, taking a handful of her hair into a tight grip to force her to move forwards, pressed firmly against the back of the next pew as he took advantage of the space to move into a more favourable position.<br><br>"Just a moment, child, and you can have the spirit within you." Not too soon, though, as he reached down to guide himself to her, the soft head grazing over lips still shuddering from the throes of ecstasy, and he was in no hurry to spoil the moment of beautiful torture. He was careful, of course, not to give her enough freedom of movement to push back, not yet, there had to be discipline in all things. It was only when he chose the perfect moment that his hips pressed towards hers, his grip tightening upon her hair and his free hand falling to hold her waist in a bruising grasp to brace her against the slow, steady intrusion.<br><br>When he rested flush against those silken cheeks his hand rose to take her wrist, guiding her hand down to feel the meeting of their flesh, and he had no need to utter a word to communicate his wish for a more engaging touch. The first motion came only after long minutes had passed, when she had finally managed to catch her breath around the silken gag, he felt her cries through the embrace, her back pressed tightly to his chest by the close confinement of their position. Each thrust came at that patient, steady pace, as though he had all the time in the world to teach her the feel of him, drinking down the soft little sounds that accompanied each and every little movement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 03:07:16</strong>
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				She groaned softly, the sound muffled as it struggled to be heard around the silk and lace filling her mouth.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the head of his cock teasing against her nether lips, tempting her to press herself backward, only to realize that she couldn't move with him pressed against her.<br><br>A small sound of frustration worked its way up her throat as he continued to tease her, forcing her arousal higher and higher, her body trying to writhe against him and ease some of the building pressure between her her thighs.&nbsp; "Please...."&nbsp; She breathed against the gag in her mouth, not entirely sure if she'd said the word or simply thought it,&nbsp; not knowing if it would have even made a difference if she had actually spoken it. <br><br>Rhiannon let out a breath sigh of relief when she felt him slide himself inside of her dew drenched channel, her inner muscles tightening around him instinctively, molding themselves around the shape of his cock as he thrust himself deep inside.&nbsp; Her fingers gripped the pew in front of her, her knuckles turning white from the fierceness of her grip.&nbsp; She wanted desperately to move against him, needing the friction of their bodies, but his grip was so strong, holding her immobile as he began to stir himself within her depths.&nbsp; <br><br>Each thrust of his hips was met with a soft and satisfied grunt of pleasure from her, the muscles of her legs tensing and quivering as she strained against the pew in front of her, feeling that wonderful building of pleasure beginning to coil in her woman's flesh, but not quite enough to take her over the edge just yet.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 22:21:06</strong>
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				The thoughts of trading the pleasures of the flesh for mere eternal love and happiness seemed even more ludicrous once one found a particularly pleasant bit of flesh. The gentle cries of encouragement from the little lamb brought a smile to his lips, and lent a graceful urgency to his thrusts, stoking the flames of passion with each strong, deliberate motion. Knowing exactly what he wanted and how to take it gave him a power over her, that he understood well, but it was knowing how to meet her desires that made that power worth having.<br><br>Her hair was freed to fall across her back, his hand drifting down along her spine to draw the blouse down away from her pale shoulders. Giving her what she wanted was only fitting, but only on his own terms, and he encouraged her to take advantage of her sudden freedom of movement with a firm slap, his hand caressing over the reddened outline it had left upon her soft behind. "Now be a good girl." He purred as he spoke, his lips nibbling at the lobe of her ear as he spoke, his words punctuated by a slow, heavy thrust as he set a pace for her to complement. Though he had no rod, he was careful not to spoil the child, his careful instruction laced with loving smacks alternating with gentle kneading.<br><br>Drifting into a serene state, focusing purely on the moment, he engaged in a form of prayer all his own, his lips moving as soft sighs and groans became his hymns. His hand rose to dance lightly across her throat, falling to cup one of her breasts, at first simply to enjoy the ripples spreading through her soft flesh with the energy of their coupling. Remembering his place, he began to massage with a firm, but not unpleasant, touch, pinching ever so lightly as he worked his fingertips from the rounded swell up to the erect tip.
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				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 17:03:02</strong>
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				Aqua blue eyes struggled to focus on what was in front of her, trying to pinpoint anything at all she could focus on to keep herself from falling too deeply under his spell.&nbsp; But even as she tried, she knew it was a lost cause.&nbsp; The exquisite sensations he was so expertly creating drowned out everything around her, until the only thing that mattered was him and what he was doing. <br><br>Flame red hair fell across her shoulders as his hips pumped against her backside, the pale flesh of her ass cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink as his hand smacked against soft flesh.&nbsp; Her hands gripped the pew in front of her, her hips moving against him as he continued the slow sensual dance, forcing her arousal ever higher, but yet not adopting the quicker pace that she would need to bring her to another orgasm. <br><br>Lush full breasts bounced up and down with each hard pump of his hips, their coral pink tips silently begging him to touch.&nbsp; When he rewarded her by pinching the tips, she moaned, a deep heavy sound that worked its way up her throat.&nbsp; Red lips parted to allow her to gasp for air, her teeth soon catching the plump flesh of her bottom lip to attempt to muffle her soft cries of pleasure.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Yes....yes....."&nbsp; She murmured quietly, the words muffled as they tried to get around the silk and lace stuffed in her mouth, grinding her ass against his groin, emitting soft squeaks of surprise each time his hand connected with the soft flesh of her derriere.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 19:42:52</strong>
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				The girl needed just what he had come to give her, and she could feel his sensuous lips twisting into a smile as he caught his breath against her neck. Playing the darling creature like a musical instrument, he knew just where to stroke, when to pinch, to elicit those soft cries from her. Despite the makeshift gag she wore, he could feel each sound through her back pressed tightly to his chest.<br><br>He had to draw back, his hands leaving her bountiful breasts with only the greatest of reluctance, taking one of her dainty wrists back along with him. He palmed one of the full cheeks of her ass, helping her to take a firm grip on the other, and he made her help him to spread her, open and vulnerable beneath his appreciative gaze. A warm gobbet of his saliva fell to cover the puckered opening, the pad of his thumb spreading the moisture with slow, circular movements before he applied pressure, letting her take the tip of the digit. He worked slowly, the gentle sawing motion of his thumb in counterpoint to his thrusts.<br><br>His free hand curled around beneath her, fingers seeking out the lips of her sex to tease with a light touch as he thrust against her, gathering speed and strength as he sought to bring her to the very edge of ecstasy. The thumb working her rear passage was gradually replaced with a finger, then another, his spittle falling each time he needed a little more wetness to accomodate the strong digits. It was only when he had her on the edge, so close to climax, that he pulled out of her, leaving only an aching emptiness in place of his glorious girth.<br><br>A soft chuckle followed as he moved, the head of his cock slick from her arousal as it moved to replace the fingers that vacated her ass, pushing gently against the tiny opening. "Hold still." He growled the command, though his motions were gentle, and he knew she was too far gone to disobey, or to wonder how he could manage to push his magnificent girth into her ass even as he began to work himself into her tight pussy once more. His hands rose to grasp her breasts, squeezing the full globes as he filled her up completely, working each opening into yielding beneath his gentle, irresistable strength.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 02:42:37</strong>
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				Rhiannon nearly growled in frustration when he stopped, leaving her so close to the edge that she could practically feel the beginnings of another powerful climax, only to have him pull completely away from her, leaving her quivering with unsatisfied need.&nbsp; <br><br>Never in her life could she remember being this aroused, this completely desperate for physical release.&nbsp; She had nearly resisted when she'd felt his finger pressing against the tight opening of her rear, the sensation so foreign that she very nearly squealed in pain until she realized that it didn't hurt.&nbsp; He worked his fingers into her slowly, allowing her muscles to relax, continually stretching her wider and wider.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hips wound themselves in small circles against both his cock and his fingers, the full feeling of having him teasing both entrances nearly driving her mad with need.&nbsp; <br><br>So it was when she felt him pressing against the rosebud of her backside, she moaned softly, very nearly pleading with him to continue.&nbsp; She did as asked, holding very still, waiting breathlessly as she felt the head of his cock press against her more firmly and begin to slip inside.&nbsp; Her eyes flew open however when she felt him also sliding back into her wet sheath, not knowing how it was possible for him to be in both places at once. <br><br>Soon it didn't matter however, the pleasure taking over any coherent thought she might have had,&nbsp; her body fixating on the intense amount of pleasure she was feeling.&nbsp; Her entire body shook from it, so very close to the edge still, and yet maddeningly far away.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sins of the Father (Nykteus and Mithlomwen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:49:19</strong>
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				Peering down at the soft hips framed by his hands, he smiled as he began to move against her, his self control the only truly impeccable part of him, and it seemed as though he could not be any slower without stopping altogether. Rhiannon had every reason to be glad of his discipline, however, as he worked his thick girth into her well braced little body, his breath coming in heavy sighs to meet the mewling sounds of pleasure she uttered each time they met. The need was beginning to overwhelm his control, although he had realised that when he began to slough off the guise of humanity in order to better enjoy his treat.<br><br>His hands moved to cover hers, guiding them up to join his own in caressing the full breasts that danced so beguilingly with the heated coupling, drawing an admiring growl as he felt the ripples dance through her flesh at each heavy thrust. He began to work her towards that release they so desperately needed, and he sensed that she was too far gone to care as he took her with unbridled lust, the heavy slapping of his hips striking her upturned ass ringing through the otherwise empty cathedral, mingling with his low snarling and her muffled cries.<br><br>The breaths stroking the back of her neck grew more heated, and it seemed that, as he pressed his lips to her flesh, that his mouth was filled with flames. As she yielded to the throes of pleasure he released that hold upon himself, searing the outline of his kiss into her flesh with the unholy fire of his hunger. It was all he could do not to let his teeth tear through that soft flesh as her body fluttered against him, milking the throbbing shafts for every last drop of his hot seed.
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