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Charity 

I inhale sharply and my eyes fly open as I lay in the dark, only the slight glow of the red numbers on my alarm clock lighting the room. I turn my head towards the clock. It’s six , sixty six in the morning. My brows pinch as I squint , realizing that there’s not such thing as six sixty six a.m.  I squeeze my eyes tight with a blink and when I open them, it’s three thirty three. I exhale and turn my head back into the pillow as I lay on my back and gasp as I see Lucifer’s face briefly, and deep black mist evaporates just a quickly. 

“What the..hell” I pant. Clearly still dreaming or coming out of my dream while still awake. There no way the devil in my dreams was here in the room with me. It was just a dream. But it felt real. Very real and I can feel just how real my body thought it was. I don’t even have to move my legs at all to feel the slickness between my pussy lips and coating my thighs. 

Was it still a sin when it’s a dream? Would I be judged by god for the things my mind conjured in my sleep? It was bad enough I’d begun to rack up sins daily. Committing the same sins over and over since the day I began to watch porn, began to pleasure myself. Would I be judge for letting the devil eat me out in my dreams? And Draven? I’d never heard of a Draven in the Bible. Just Lucifer. He’d called him brother. Did the devil have a brother? Did he have more than one? It was a dream Charity. I tell mysef. You made him up. Draven isn’t real. The dream wasn’t real. 

Then why does it feel like it was? Why can I still feel my legs trembling from Draven’s mouth upon it? The way he’d held me to his mouth. I can still feel the phantom vibration of his growl on my pussy as he licked me from within as I came. 

I whimper, trying to ignore the heat in my belly and between my legs. I try to ignore the way I only become more slick between my pussy lips as I replay my dream in my head. I squeeze my thighs together and moan at the slight pressure it feeds to my clit and I roll over. My hand grabbing my pillow and shoving it down , under my belly, between my legs and settle my pussy upon it. I can already feel my panties soaked through as I bear down upon the soft pillow and begin to rock my hips. 

I inhale as my lashes flutter with relief and I breathe softly , quietly. My parents would be asleep, but I’m too ashamed of my pleasure, always keeping so quiet even when I know they’re not home. I shouldn’t be pleasuring myself at all. If they knew I was giving into sin, they’d be so upset with me. 

My hands push to the bed as I lift up, then one slides down, adjusting my pillow, folding it to make it thicker and testing out the new surface as I drop my hips down and my hips roll, dragging my wet panties over the pillowcase. My hips pressing harder as I rock back and then forward again. The pillow more firm, and more pressure drags over my clit and I sink my teeth into my lower lip. Remembering how I’d ridden Lucifer’s mouth as he carried me through the woods.  Remembering how I’d bucked against Dravens mouth with his horns in my hands. My dreams were better than any porn I’d ever watched. Their large frames and split tongues, their large hands and larger than life cocks. 

“Oh Draven” I exhale softly. “Lucifer” 

I picture them both, my mind flashing back and forth between my twisted little dreams .

“Oh yes” I exhale. “Yes” I whimper quietly as I ride my pillow faster, my mouth open and panting and grab the pillow , pulling it harder against me as I ride it. I feel my breasts bounce as I move and imagine their face beneath me. I grab the pillow with both hands as I buck myself wildly. Not caring to slow when my movements cause my mattress to creak slightly or produces a slight knocking of my headboard against the wall that separates my bedroom from my parents. 

“Lick me Lucifer” I whine as I picture him holding me to the tree, my legs over his shoulders, him commanding me to hold his horns as he licked away at my clit. 

“Oh” I moan as my orgasm builds, the pressure against my clit a perfect catalyst as I edge closer and closer. “lick it, lick me” 

I’ve seen enough porn over the part month, and have a secret library of naughty words and phrases locked away. They’re so bad. I shouldn’t dare to even repeat such things. 

“Lick my fucking pussy” the words tumble out of my lips anyways. 

“Oh yes, yes, ohh!” I cry out as I teeter right on the edge and I know my sin will be complete within moments. But I will myself to enjoy the high for just a bit longer. It feels too good. It feels so so good and I drag my pussy back and forth and my tits bounce under my t shirt and I imagine Lucifer’s tongue on them, while imaging Draven licking my clit. The dirty thought of both of them at once sends me over the edge. 

While my pussy spasms and my orgasm begins to crash through me in a wave of forbidden pleasure, my door crashes open at the same time. My orgasm stolen and my eyes going wide as I jump from the pillow. Shoving it to the head of my bed. But it’s too late. 

“Just WHAT do you think you are doing?” My father stands there. His body lit from the light in the hallway. I can see his scowl as I stammer and try to think of an excuse , some kind of lie. 

“Is this what you do at night Charity?” He asks angrily and walks into my room , flicking on the light and I squint against the bright light. 

I still don’t have any excuse or any lie to tell. I was caught , right at the apex of my sin. My father had walked in on me cumming. My cheeks are so hot with embarrassment and shame and I see his eyes go to my pillows. His lip curls with disgust and he snatches the pillow and holds it by the corner and dangles it in front of me. A wet spot darkens the pillowcase in the middle where I’d been rubbing my soaked panties against it. Leaking through them onto my pillow. 

“What is this?!” He yells and shoves the pillow in my face and grabs my hair and shoves my nose in it like I’m a bad puppy who’s just peed on the floor. 

“What’s going on?” My mother says sleepily from the door way. 

“Your daughter is a whore. That’s what’s going on.” He says and releases my hair and drops the pillow onto the floor and points to it. 

“I found her in here…pleasuring herself with her pillow.” He growls and my mother gasps and clutches at pearls she’s not wearing. Her hand on the high neckline of her flannel nightgown instead. 

“I…I’m sorry, I, didn’t mean to” I say. It was partially truthful. I really didn’t want to be a bad girl. I didn’t want to sin. But I had. And I couldn’t stop. Something was wrong with me. And now my parents knew it. 

“First thing in the morning. We’re taking her to the church. No daughter of mine will be a sinning whore.” My father snarls at not just me but my mother. My mother nods in agreement. 

“Yes, yes of course John” she nods and he walks over to the chair in my room and sits. 

“Go back to bed. I’ll watch her.” My father huffs and stares at my pillow as if it’s his enemy. 

Watch me? He planned on staying here? In my room? 

My mother goes back to her room and my father , wide awake, nostrils flare bf and jaw clenched looks from my pillow to me. He shakes his head and tears fill my eyes. He’s never looked at me like this. The father who loved me, now hated me. He looked at me as if I was an abomination. 

“Go back to sleep.” He says and I don’t argue. Even though I know won’t sleep at all knowing he’s here. With the lights on. I pull myself under the covers, my drenched panties sticking to my pussy as a reminder of my sinful ways. 

I lay there. For the hours it takes for the sun to rise. My eyes closed and I’m ashamed of myself as I lay there , still thinking of Lucifer and Draven. They’re not real Charity. Your dreams are what got you into this mess. 

———

The priest sits behind his desk, several crosses and depictions of Jesus hang on the walls. The last supper is a long horizontal painting , hanging along the wall behind him from one end to the other. 

I can’t even look him in the eye after my father just told him what he walked in on me doing in the middle of the night and then him and my mother had left me here. “A day of repentance” was what the priest has ordered after assuring my parents I wasn’t the only child of god who strays from their path. “These are different times. Sin lurks for our children around every corner. You should not worry , for she still has the ability to choose to cleanse herself in the eyes of the Lord and commit herself again to his love, and honor him by atoning for her ways.” He’d told them while my cheeks heated. 

“Now ,Charity” he’d said with a sigh as he got up from his desk. His tone was disappointed and only made me lower my eyes further as he walked over to me. Standing right in front of me. I was sitting in a chair that was lower, one a child much younger would sit in. 

“There there” he says as he places his hand on the crown of my head and strokes my hair. 

“There’s no need for that my child” he said as my lip quivered. I didn’t like upsetting anyone. I didn’t want to be a disappoint to my parents, to my priest, to the church or to god. 

I sniffle. Two tears slipping out of my eyes as I lift my eyes slowly. They go from his shiner black shoes, to his dark pant legs and up. My eyes passing over his lap which is eye level. My eyes catching the part of him behind his zipper that bulges showing his male anatomy , the outline of it pressed against the dark fabric from the other side. My eyes traveling up further till they meet his. A small smile curves his lips. 

“The way you will atone for your sins, will be between me and, you, and god.” He says and I nod. 

“You will not speak of the method used here within these walls to anyone. Your sins are yours and yours only. And the way you pay for those sins is to be kept between his just you and I. Do you understand my child?” He asks and I nod. 

“Very good.” He says and then drops his hand from my hair and my eyes drop as he places his hands to his waist and pulls his black shirt from his pants and I swallow hard. 

“What…are you doing?” I ask and my eyes look back up as he looks down upon me.

“I am not doing anything, it is you who will be doing something.” He says and my brows furrow with confusion and I look back down and watch his hand undo his belt and hear a soft groan from him as he loosens his belt and the black leather slips apart and the silver buckle jingles. 

My eyes flick back up to him, wanting to tell him that this doesn’t seem right. But what do I know ? I’ve never sinned before , not in the way I had been anyways. Was this how one atoned for a sin? By committing another? Was it a sin if it was gods command that this is how I should serve for my sins? 

“Have you ever seen a man before Charity?” He asks as I look up at him. He didn’t need to be specific.  I knew he want he meant. Had I seen a man’s parts. 

“No.” I shake my head and speak softly. “Not like this.” I say. Because I had seen a man before. In porn. Just not in person. 

“Not like this? But you’ve seen a man’s parts?” He asks and I nod. I couldn’t lie. I’d already sinned enough as it was. 

“Where have you seen a man before?” He asks as his metal zipper lowers , my eyes flying down to the sight of the noise. 

“In…a movie” I say. 

“What kind of movie?” He asks as his hand slides inside of his pants and I watch his hand cup himself , I watch his hand move over the bulge behind the white fabric of his underwear. 

“The bad kind.” I answer. He hums and his hand grips the bulge and my eyes lift to him. 

“Porn?” He asks.

I nod in confirmation. 

“Yes Father” I answer and he groans. I watch him lick his lips. 

“You’ve sinned far more than your parents are aware of. Haven’t you my child?” He asks and I nod. 

“Yes father” I answer. 

“Do you wish to pay for your sins and be forgiven in the eyes of our Lord?” He asks and I nod. 

“Yes Father” I answer him. 

“Remember, that what you do to repent, stays within these walls Charity.” He says and I nod. 

“Yes Father” I answer. I didn’t want to upset him. Or my parents. Not anymore than I already had. 

“If you tell anyone of what God asks of you in return for your sins today, I’m afraid you can not be forgiven. Do you understand?” 

I nod again. 

“If you speak of what we must do here today, I’m afraid your soul will only be damned for eternity.” He says and I swallow hard and nod. 

“I understand” I answer. 

“Very good.” He says and groans and my eyes flick down as he pushes down his pants with one hand and begins to push down his briefs with the other and I suck in a breath and he exposes himself to me. 

“Do you enjoy looking at a man’s parts Charity?” He asks and I swallow. His? No. The men in porn ? Yes. Draven’s two cocks in my dreams? Definitely. Lucifer’s bulging cock ? Yes. Yes I did.  Father Paul was older than my father, his cock was big, but his balls sagged much more than the ones I’d seen in porn. He had wiry silver hairs all over his pelvis. 

“I do.” I answer honestly. 

“Mmm, sweet child.” He says as he places one hand on my shoulder. 

“Place your hand upon it.” He says and I look up. Does he really want me to touch him? This still doesn’t seem like a proper way to atone. But I know God speaks to him. And if this what God wants from me in return for my sins. I must. 

“The Lord demands it.” Father Paul says as I hesitate. I give a single nod, and I lift my hand.