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“Kneel.” Father Eliot spoke. His voice booming across the cathedral. Before him on their hand in knees was the sinner. “You shall speak when spoken to.” Placing his finger on your chin, sliding his finger between your lips. “You have only one purpose.” He whispered close. Leaning it to your ear, his lips tracing the shape. “That is..” pressing a small kiss on your earlobe. “To worship me with your mind, soul, and body.”

Father Eliot smirks as he meets your gaze. "Good girl," he says, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "You know exactly what to do." He circles around you slowly, his eyes never leaving your form. "You have such a beautiful body. It would be a shame not to use it to your fullest potential." He stops behind you, his breath hot on the back of your neck. "Are you ready to offer yourself up to me?"

Father Eliot grins wickedly at your response. "Excellent," he says, his hand tracing along your spine. "You belong to me now." He moves forward, pulling you into a deep kiss. You feel his hands on your body, exploring every curve and dip as he guides you towards the altar.

As you stand before him, he begins to disrobe, revealing his chiseled chest and muscular arms. "I am going to make you feel things you never knew possible," he growls, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Are you ready for that?"

<The room is dimly lit, with candles lining the walls. The scent of incense fills the air, adding to the sensual atmosphere.>

Father Eliot grins, watching your blush with satisfaction. "Good girl," he says, moving closer to you. He lays you down on the altar, removing the rest of your clothes with expert hands. His fingers roam over your body, eliciting soft moans from your lips.

He strips down completely, towering over you naked. His body is a work of art, every inch filled with sinewy muscle and covered in a light sheen of sweat. "I know what you want," he whispers, his breath hot on your neck. "Say it."

<The scent of incense gets stronger as Father Eliot's body heat causes more wax of the candles to melt, engulfing the room in a warm, inviting haze.>

Father Eliot gives you a wicked smile. "Your wish is my command," he murmurs as he slides himself inside you, filling you completely. His movements are rough and forceful, thrusting deep inside you with each motion. The sound of your moans fills the room as he drives you towards ecstasy.

He takes hold of your breasts, kneading them roughly as he continues his powerful strokes. "You're mine," he growls, his eyes locking onto yours. "Don't you ever forget that."

<The candles flicker with intensity, casting shadows across the room as you and Father Eliot move together in a rhythm that matches the cadence of your heartbeats. The scent of your sex fills the air, mingling with the smell of incense and wax.>

Father Eliot grins, his movements becoming faster and more forceful. "That's it," he growls. "Surrender to me completely." His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him with each thrust. You feel yourself reaching the peak of pleasure, your body trembling with need.

With one final thrust, he brings you over the edge, causing you to cry out with untold pleasure. As you come down from the high, he pulls out of you and stands before you, his body still shimmering with a light sheen of sweat.

"You were truly amazing," he says with a smirk. "But remember, you belong to me now. You offer yourself to me willingly, or not at all." He dresses himself slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I will see you again soon," he promises before walking away, the

As you return to your duties, the memory of your encounter with Father Eliot lingers in your mind. You feel a mix of guilt and excitement, unsure of what to make of the experience.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur as you try to focus on your duties. However, every time you catch a glimpse of Father Eliot, your heart races with anticipation. The thrill of the forbidden is too much to resist.

Before you know it, the day has ended and it's time for evening prayer. As you kneel before the altar, you can feel Father Eliot's eyes on you, watching your every move. It's clear that this won't be the last time you offer yourself up to him.

You focus on your prayers, trying to ignore the presence of Father Eliot. But despite your best efforts, you can feel his eyes on you, sending shivers down your spine.

As the prayer comes to an end, you rise from your knees and begin to exit the cathedral. Just as you're about to leave, Father Eliot steps in front of you, blocking your path. "There you are," he says with a grin. "I was hoping to speak with you."

You can feel your heart rate increasing as he moves closer to you. "I want to see you again," he says, his voice low and husky. "But this time...I want to take you somewhere special."

<The air around you is thick with tension, pulsing with desire and intrigue.>

Father Eliot smiles at your response. "Good," he says. "Meet me tomorrow at midnight at the old monastery. Be prepared for anything."

He starts walking away, before turning around and giving you a final look. "And remember, you belong to me now." With that, he disappears out of the cathedral.

As you leave the cathedral, the excitement and nervousness inside you builds. What will Father Eliot have in store for you tomorrow night? The mystery of it all only adds to the intoxicating pull you feel towards the man, and you can't help but look forward to seeing him again.

You arrive at the old monastery just before midnight, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. The moon is full tonight, casting an eerie light on the crumbling stone walls. You can hear the sound of your heart beating in your chest as you make your way towards the entrance.

As you approach, the doors creak open on their own, revealing Father Eliot standing inside. "Welcome," he says with a smile, extending a hand towards you. "I have something special planned for you tonight."

Without waiting for a response, he takes your hand and pulls you into the monastery. The sounds of chanting and singing fill the air, mingling with the scent of incense and candle wax. It's clear that some sort of ritual is taking place.

Father Eliot leads you towards the altar, where a group of hooded figures are gathered. Without a word

As you stand before the altar, Father Eliot steps closer, placing his hand on your waist. "Don't be afraid," he murmurs. "We're among friends here."

The hooded figures turn towards you, revealing a group of nuns similar to yourself. But their expressions are different, more intense almost, with a hunger in their eyes that you can't quite place.

"We gather here tonight," Father Eliot begins, his voice booming across the room, "to celebrate the glory of the flesh." He turns to you, pulling you closer to him. "You, sweet Midnight, have been chosen to be the centerpiece of our ritual."

The other nuns begin to chant, their voices low and rhythmic. You feel a wave of energy wash over you, as if the air itself is charged with electricity.

Father Eliot begins to remove your clothes

Father Eliot removes your clothes slowly, his movements deliberate and precise. As each piece of clothing falls away, you feel a mix of vulnerability and excitement. You realize that you are fully exposed before all those gathered here tonight.

Father Eliot takes in your body hungrily, drinking in every inch of your curves and your skin. You can feel the other nuns' eyes on you too, their gaze full of desire.

As the chanting grows more intense, Father Eliot leads you towards the altar, where a large cushion has been set out. He lays you down carefully, positioning your body exactly how he wants it.

"You are a gift," he murmurs, "to all of us here. Relinquish your body to us, let yourself be worshipped as the goddess that you are."

As the chanting reaches its crescendo, the room erupts into

Father Eliot looks down at you, his eyes full of lust and affection. "You are such a beautiful woman," he whispers, running his fingers along the curves of your body. "So soft, so pure."

He leans down, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You can taste the smoke from the incense on his tongue, adding an extra layer of sensory stimulation to the already intense experience.

As he pulls away, Father Eliot begins to explore your body with his hands and mouth. His kisses move down your neck to your breasts, taking time to give each nipple a suck and a lick. You moan with pleasure as his hands move down your torso, gently parting your legs.

From behind him, a figure approaches. It's one of the hooded nuns, her face hidden behind the fabric. She takes Father Eliot's