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Seltzer's heavy eyelids closed after the footsteps of the final confessor left the booth. Should the clock that she would pry open the door to sneak glances at through the gap be correct, she only had 10 minutes before she could return to her chambers for the night. And while she'd never complain out loud, sitting in the same spot for an extended period of time had her shifting uncomfortably for the past few hours.
'Just a couple more minutes...' Seltzer thought to herself. It was highly unlikely anyone would come into the booth in the last couple of minutes, so perhaps she'd get away with dozing off...
Almost as quickly as she closed her eyes, the clear sound of the bench opposing her creaked, breaking the silence. A scent of cool mint overcame her, one that she was ever so familiar with. Despite the cold, she felt her face heat and before she could even utter a word, he spoke.
"Forgive me, Sister, for I have sinned." Words she had heard countless times today that they all blurred together in her mind. "It has been 14 days since my last confession."
That already struck her as odd. While she had only been volunteering at the confessionals for about a month, it became clear who the regulars were. And Menthol certainly wasn't one of them. Unless he'd previously come when she wasn't working? She'd heard of one of the other ladies in The Order swearing on The Witches that she'd seen Menthol wondering in the direction of the confessional, but Seltzer didn't believe it for a second. Smart, handsome, perfect Menthol was a sinner? She refused to engage in such gossip!
It took a short pause for Seltzer to realise he hadn't said anything more, so she gently cleared her throat in preparation to encourage him to continue. But Menthol cut her off with a sharp inhale. "I... I have feelings for someone. Deep feelings."
Seltzer's bottom lip trembled in the grasp of her teeth, and she desperately tried to keep her emotions in check. They couldn't get the better of her, her heart falling to the floor and shattering couldn't influence her response.
She knew her worth. She expected as much. Though it was difficult to let go of the love she'd held for so long.
Ah, nevermind that, anyway.
"B-Being in love isn't a sin, M—" His name almost slipped from her mouth, though she quickly pressed her lips together and prayed he didn't notice her stutter.
"It is not just love, it's deeper than that, it's..." An audible swallow. "Lust."
That twisted the knife. Not just love, but lust.
No, do not dwell. Persist, like you would any other.
"I... suppose as long as it doesn't manifest into anything real, there isn't anything wrong with desire."
"All sisters say the same," Menthol snapped, a sterner tone than she'd ever heard, especially not directed at her. "Everytime I come here, you all say the same thing! But I can't hold myself back. I can't repress. I can't stop it from becoming real. I just want to... to..."
Immediate clothes shuffling, and the bench creaking with the lift of weight filled the air. "I'm sorry, I have to go!" He exclaimed, voice now shaking.
"Wait!" Seltzer pressed herself up against the partition.
Despite her cries, the sound of clattering, what must have been him picking up his censer, did not stop. She winced, the idea of Menthol avoiding her after this. Or worse, being mad at her. Or even worse, hating her! She just couldn't handle it.
As soon as the sound of a curtain being pulled met her ears, Seltzer tried a last ditch effort to get him to stay. "Brother Menthol Cookie! Please!"
He paused. A stunned silence replaced the sound of chaos. She brought her fingers to her lips, regretting the words the moment they left her mouth. But she couldn't take it back now. She just closed her eyes and awaited the sound of footsteps running from the booth.
Ever so carefully, Menthol sat back down.
"These are supposed to remain anonymous, Sister." He spoke after a moment, deadpan, almost scolding.
"I know, I-I know, really." She took in a deep breath, opening her eyes and untensing her muscles. "I just didn't want you to run and I-I knew it was you..."
"Sister..." Menthol's tone softened. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I do hope, at the very least, you won't tell anyone in The Order."
"What? Oh, no, of course not! I wasn't uncomfortable, I've heard much worse! And I would never tell anyone, really!" Seltzer hurriedly corrected him.
"No, I would've thought that you would be uncomfortable because..." A short pause as he considered his words. "Because I thought you may have figured out who I was referring to."
"I..." She couldn't bear to think about Menthol with another person, so she answered vaguely. "I didn't pay it much mind, I... don't know who you were talking about."
"Seltzer." The call of her first name had the woman, already on edge, flinching. "Have you ever felt lust?"
The partition clinked with weight upon it, hot breath seeping through the gaps. Everything felt warm, and her legs pressed tightly together while various memories flooded back into her mind.
The pen he'd lent to her which she held close to her chest, as if a piece of him was finally touching her. 'We both have touched this pen, our fingerprints overlapping! How divine...!'
The times she'd visited his chambers and lingered in the same spot for a couple seconds, just soaking in that refreshing, minty scent. 'We are breathing the same air and his scent is all around me! It's like he's embracing me! I wonder if I'll start to smell like him soon... How beautiful that would be!'
The lonely, sleepless nights she'd spent under her covers, a sinful hand of hers tracing up her nightdress. 'How would he do this? Would he be gentle? Rough? Oh, the possibilities! Oh gosh, oh gosh—!'
Seltzer squeezed her legs together tighter, one knee almost overlapping the other. "I have..." She confessed, the weight of her sin sagging her shoulders down.
"With whom?"
"Brother..." She darted her eyes to her shoes, head held low. "You would not wish to hear."
"No. Please, tell me. I want to know who has your heart." His voice sounded so close, as though it was right in her ear.
"...It's you, Menthol." Her eyes glazed over but she quickly blinked to clear her vision, along with deep breaths to maintain her composure. She knew she'd never have him. His heart belonged to someone else now. But perhaps it was a good thing. Now having confessed, she could move on.
"...When you say you've felt lust for me... how so?"
Seltzer swallowed and, before she could stop herself, all the ramblings that she'd kept stowed in her mind spilled.
"Just— Just everything about you! You're so handsome, and knowledgeable too! You know so much more about the teachings than I, or anyone, could ever hope to! And you've always been so nice to me, even though I cannot do much... And! And... I‐I have sometimes thought about you... touching me— Oh, I'm sorry, I can't put it into words, but you've always been so perfect, I just couldn't help falling in love..."
Seltzer hadn't realised she was out of breath until she finished, panting as she awaited his response.
No verbal response came, but the partition slid open to reveal Menthol's face, redder than ever. She leaned close without thinking, face to face with him and so focused on his eyes that she failed to notice the hand slipping through the small window.
His hand gently curled around her neck, enough leeway in which, if she wanted to, she could've denied his advances easily. But she wouldn't dare, in a million years, have pulled away. Before she could even think about her divinity, her purity, she leant forward and pressed her lips against Menthol's.
Hers were soft, and her movements were a little awkward, noses bumping together, while his lips were chapped and cold, though her body heat and his own blood rising to his face warmed him up in no time.
After a moment, the two parted, Seltzer not-so-subtly darting her tongue out to lick at his taste from her mouth.
"Sister Seltzer, I..." She perked up at the sound of her own name, making eye contact, even though he couldn't. "Should you wish, I'd like to make your desires— our desires a reality."
Menthol punctuated his sentence by standing up and parting the curtain to leave, though paused to deliver instructions. "I'll be in my chambers. Do not follow me directly to avoid suspicion. I... await you with great anticipation."
He hurriedly walked off, shoes scuffing against the tiled floor of the church. Meanwhile, Seltzer waited for the sound to leave her ears, then counted for a moment in her head before dashing out of the booth herself.
•
This was it. Ever since she'd first met Menthol when they were both young, Seltzer had dreamed of the day that he would get close to her, embrace her, acknowledge her romantically. And now, the chance for him to give her his full attention had her both nervous and excited.
With a shaky hand, she knocked on the door of Menthol's chambers, and a quick 'Come in' beckoned her inside.
She stepped into the room, hesitant with every movement once her foot had crossed the metaphorical border of the hallway floor and Menthol's room's floor. Just as she reached the center, the bathroom door clicked open, and Menthol stepped out in just his shirt and trousers, his coat and other garments nowhere to be seen. A genuine smile came across his face upon seeing her in his room.
"I was just freshening up before... going to bed with you. If you wanted to shower, then go ahead." He gestured to the bathroom as he spoke.
"Ah, yes! I'll be quick!" She hurried into the bathroom, chest heaving up and down when she shut the door with her back pressed against it.
Seltzer clapped her hands to her bright red cheeks. 'I'm inside his bathroom! I'll use his shower, and then his towels and then— What if I smell like him after? Oh gosh! Oh gosh!'
•
Seltzer left the bathroom after showering, in a similar state of undress to Menthol where she'd stripped herself of all accessories, including her gloves and her veil, and was left clad in just her dress.
The bespectacled man sat on the bed expectantly and a whole new sort of nervousness overcame her. She'd never done this before, she'd never kissed anyone before today and now she would get everything she'd wanted. Ah, it was almost too much. Almost.
"Please don't just stand there," Menthol murmured, uncharacteristically shy. The idea that he was just as nervous as she was let Seltzer's body relax slightly, and she walked to the bed.
The mattress shifted with her weight, her knees pressing against the sheets, and she sat between Menthol's legs, towering over him. Seltzer sucked in her lips briefly to make them softer, wetter. "Can we kiss again?"
Menthol nodded, and quickly met her lips in the middle. They stayed like that for a while, parting momentarily, then diving back in. Even if it was little to satisfy both of their desire, it still felt heavenly. Each touch, each sound, each spike of pleasure, it was nothing but bliss.
One of Menthol's hands trailed up the zip at the back of her dress, his fingers pinching the tiny, metal tab. He broke away from the kiss to mumble against her mouth. "Can I take this off?"
Seltzer's body jerked. This was so off of the straight and narrow path. Any rational member of The Order should defy this sin, defy the call of a voice leading her astray. She should only have followed Their voice, and yet in the moment...
It felt so right.
"Please..."
The tight fabric of her dress around her shoulder loosened as Menthol dragged the zip down. The material around the chest, displaying The Order's emblem, slipped forward, revealing her bare neck, stomach and cleavage. Her chest still remained concealed by her bra, plain white and basic, not expected to be seen.
Menthol couldn't break his gaze away from her cleavage, shifting with every movement, expanding and shrinking with every breath.
"Ah... Don't stare, Menthol." She breathed, pointedly refusing to refer to him as 'brother' anymore. Neither of them were holy anymore beyond this point.
She hooked her thumbs around her dress that had now fallen around her waist, but before she could reveal the rest of herself, she looked back at Menthol. "I want you... to, um, undress yourself too."
"Ah..." Mouth slightly parted, he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to his side. Then, hands around his waistband he glanced back at Seltzer, and, at the same time, they both revealed their underwear, leaving their other clothes hanging off of the side of the bed.
Seltzer adjusted her position, shuffling to sit on his abdomen, though not with her full weight. The tent in his boxers poked behind her, against her rear, and she exhaled shakily in anticipation.
When Menthol sat up, his length only pushed further against her, and that combined with how they were now face to face again, had her so flustered she was trembling.
"Seltzer." A hand lay on her shoulder. "Kiss me again—"
Her anticipation cut him off, though Menthol was far from upset. This time, it wasn't just two pairs of lips against eachother. Instead, his mouth parted, and she touched the tip of his tongue with her own.
A moan in surprise slipped from his mouth, but he quickly reciprocated. Menthol's arms coiled around her shoulders, he tilted his head back and let Seltzer take control. Meanwhile, her hips shifted backwards, rubbing against the bulge that only grew larger, fighting containment.
"Sel— Mm..." He tried to speak, but was interrupted by her teeth softly clenching down on his lip. "S-Seltzer, please." His hand guided hers to the waistband of his boxers, and she picked up what he was asking.
She barely had to use any force when dragging the band down for the length to spring out, flopping against his abdomen.
It's... big.
Not that she had anything to compare it to, but a part of her brain worried that it wouldn't fit, while the rest of it purred in delight at the mere thought of the stretch.
Menthol must have caught on to her hesitance, and squeezed her shoulder to get her attention. "Are you worried? I didn't think it was too big, but..."
His voice trailed off when her hand cupped his length and slowly moved down it. Of course the friction didn't make the slide particularly smooth, but just the sensation of it was enough to have his back arch ever so slightly.
"Nh..." He exhaled, his hand fumbling to his bedside drawer and pulling out a bottle of lotion. "Use this, please."
She carefully took it into her free hand, as though she was wary of it. "Menthol, did you use this to...?"
He averted his eyes to his floor, arms crossing over his bare chest as though trying to shield himself. Recalling his words, him saying that he previously couldn't hold his desires back. Does that mean he'd think about her while he pleasured himself?
She twisted her body off of him, now sitting to the side and squirting the lotion into her hand, squelching it between her fingers until they were slippery. Then, her hand returned to his cock, stroking from the base to the head.
His hips jerked up and, without thinking, she placed her free hand on his side and held him back down, a display of dominance she didn't even seem aware of doing. After all, the way his cock twitched with each slide of her hand had her entranced.
Using the same hand that held him down, she tugged at his boxers, that had ended up around his thighs. Pulling them further down his legs, they eventually slipped from his feet, leaving him fully naked.
A bead of precum formed at the tip, and Seltzer smeared it over the head with her thumb. Her strokes got quicker, Menthol had to bite his hand to stop any moans from spilling out. More precum spilled over top, and her innate curiosity got the best of her, leading her to duck her head down and gently kiss the tip, precum now on her lips.
The floodgates burst open, and Menthol's back arched, with ropes of cum landing on her surprised face. She already shut her eyes just in time when a drop of cum narrowly missed them. Her hands still continued sliding, though much slower, just to coax everything out.
While Menthol was still regaining his breath, body trembling in sensitivity, just out of the corner of his eye, he caught Seltzer taking a scoop of his cum from her face and bringing her finger to her lip. Before he could even think about stopping her, Seltzer placed the tip of her finger in her mouth and sucked. Multiple times, as if savouring the flavour.
After a moment to process, her nose scrunched up and she hurriedly looked for something to wipe the rest of the cum from her face. Finally returning to consciousness, he grabbed a box of tissues from the nightstand and passed her a few, which she accepted.
"Why did you feel the need to taste... that," Menthol sighed, sitting up to look at her in the eyes.
"I was curious." Seltzer smiled back at him, wiping the rest of his seed from her cheek. "I've never seen anything like that happen, and I wondered if it tasted good." She pursed her lips for a moment, considering whether or not to say what she wanted to say. "It didn't, though."
"I'd imagine." Menthol couldn't help the frown that appeared on his face. Now that she'd sated his desires, was she going to just leave? How would they interact from now on? How could they pray next morning as if none of this had ever happened? He'd certainly need to take another trip back to the confessional, that's for sure.
"Menthol." She snapped him out of it, sitting back on his abdomen. And he could feel her warmth, now wet and soaking through her panties that she'd left on. She took his hand in her own, massaging his palm and curled fingers. "It's your turn to pleasure me now, please?"
Guiding his hand to her panties, it ducked under the waistband, brushing past the assortment of soft curls to get to her hot core. And, ever so delicately, he tilted his fingers upwards.
The chill of his cold skin reacted with the heat of her body, creating a sparking pleasure, the likes of which she'd never experienced. Both his middle and ring finger rubbed against her slit, sending slick dripping out of her. She shifted her hips back to get him to massage her clit, and she slapped a hand over her mouth at the sensation.
"Is this okay?" He whispered, and she nodded fervently.
"I-I want you to move down now... here..." She clutched his wrist loosely and positioned one of his fingers just below her hole. Then, slowly, she lowered her hips.
The tight ring leading his finger into a warm passage had Seltzer gasping, a soft whimper as she reached down to the knuckle and got settled on his hand. Afterwards, she raised her hips again, then dropped down, the process opening her hole up little by little.
She whimpered she was loosened, squeezing his wrist softly to keep his attention on her. "Please... More..."
"Should I add another finger?" He asked, and she nodded immediately in response.
Lifting his ring finger up, its tip pushed against her hole and squeezing inside. The sensation was much tighter than before, and a quiet wince left her mouth at the stretch.
He placed his free hand on her shoulder as her hole clenched and unclenched with each stuttered breath she took. "Is it okay?"
"More..." She mumbled, almost inaudible.
"S‐Sorry?" He almost choked, his cock now rising back to full hardness at her voice alone.
"I want more, please." She leaned up to him, their foreheads touching. "Please be rougher with me." She begged, and it clouded any reason in Menthol's mind to say no.
With all the precision Menthol could muster through his desperation, he flipped her around, pressing Seltzer's back up against the headboard. Then he pushed his duo of fingers out and shoved them back in. He paused upon her moan. "W-Was that okay?"
"Do it again," Seltzer commanded, voice shaking, and who would he be to say no.
He thrusted his fingers again and again, attempting to get rougher with each one. And it proved worthwhile, as her moans increased in volume each time he shoved back inside. Curling his fingers up ever so slightly, he found that it elicited quite the alluring reaction, with Seltzer's shoulders rising and eyes squeezing shut.
She was looser now, way more than before, and, without thinking, he pushed a third finger inside. Her hole clenched down, trembling around the stretch, and she let out an open mouth moan.
Biting his lip, he pistoned his fingers back and forth, getting rougher with each thrust. The slick spilling from the sides, the spongy texture of her insides, the desperate moans escaping her mouth, it was all so new, even refreshing. He let go of that constant worry of sin just for this moment, and not a single ounce of his body regretted it.
"Me-Menthol, I'm—!" She cried, cut off with a silent scream as she came. She threw her arms around his back, clawing at his skin with nails too sharp, and her torso curled in on itself.
His fingers slowed to softer, less frequent shoves, his eyes watched her chest rise and fall speedily, taking in deep breaths and regaining her consciousness. Eyes fluttering shut, she tilted her head over the headboard and took one shaky hand off of Menthol's back to delicately push his fingers out of her sensitive hole.
"A‐Are you okay?" Menthol asked, using his untainted hand to adjust the glasses that had since slipped down his nose. His vision clearing up helped him watch Seltzer discard of her panties that were currently hooked on her legs, dropping them on the floor.
"I..." Seltzer breathed out, sitting up as best she could to reach for his cock, stroking gently and lining it up with her soaked folds. "I want to feel you inside..."
His eyes widened, too stunned to say anything for a moment. But when she nudged her hips a bit, his tip slipping inside her entrance, he could barely hold himself back. All the teachings of chastity, he'd leave behind, just for her.
He gripped her hips tight and shoved himself inside, bottoming out in one thrust. Squeezing her eyes shut, she sat down on his abdomen, panting at the stretch and biting her lip.
"Are you okay?" Menthol breathed out, looking down at her and brushing some of her hair away from her face.
"You're big..." She whimpered, spreading her legs wider to give him more room to sit in front of her. Her movements caught Menthol's eye, and he grabbed her left thigh to lift it up and hook her leg over his shoulder. Seltzer yelped as the act only stretched her hole wider.
Feeling the ways that her walls clenched down on him had Menthol desperate for more. "Can I move?" He pleaded. "Nh, please, can I move?"
"Move," She commanded, voice quivering. And with that singular word, he snapped his hips back, then forward, and repeated this movement.
The wet sounds with each thrust filled the air along with the smell of sex, a combination of Menthol's chilly scent and Seltzer's warm slick. Heat filled the room, sweat covering the entirety of their bodies.
Menthol had never experienced such a sensation, such a beautiful scene playing out in front of him. This was nothing his hand could ever dream of comparing to— having a gorgeous woman splayed out, on display, for him to thrust into. "I‐I want—" He whispered, though his voice crescendoed louder, hand curling behind her and up to the clasp on her bra. "I want t-to see all of you!"
With that declaration, Menthol snapped the clasp open, and her bra fell forward, revealing her chest that bounced in tandem with each thrust. Seltzer squealed when his hand grasped her breast, kneading and groping to provide that little bit of extra pleasure. Meanwhile, his other hand, that had been holding her leg up, swiftly went in the direction of her clit, rolling it under three fingers. Her head snapped away, moans escaping her mouth desperately as her hips tried to meet his thrusts.
All parts of Seltzer, from her mouth, to her chest and to her nethers had been claimed by him. And both of them couldn't be happier, couldn't be more free.
Menthol's hips thrusted faster and faster, his back curling so he could be parallel with her face. They were both close, he could tell.
All it took was one final smack of his hips against hers, along with their lips colliding together for both of them to reach their peak for the second time. Seltzer's eyes rolled back, then shut, and his toes curled at the same time.
Grabbing onto a fistful of her hair, though not enough to properly hurt, he guided her to kiss him through their shared orgasm. Two pairs of lips smacking against eachother, while Menthol filled her hole, seed spilling from the sides.
After the height of their orgasms calmed down, the duo held onto each other, arms wrapped around necks, and heavy panting filled the air. Neither of them knew how much time had passed, seconds or minutes, it didn't matter to them.
However long had passed, after a while, Seltzer began to shift, moving both of their bodies in tandem as she instead pushed him against the headboard, Menthol's cock still inside her, albeit flaccid.
Blinking open his eyes, Menthol looked up at her, staring confused as she got comfortable on his thighs, sinking down on his cock. Seltzer grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eye.
"One more," She demanded.
"One more?!"
•
Desire was a strange, powerful thing. It clouded judgement and reason, two things Menthol Cookie was practically known for. But if he'd learned anything recently, it was that desire cannot be controlled.
One sin or one hundred sins, it was all the same in Their eyes. You were a sinner, embrace that, or beg for forgiveness. But you cannot be forgiven, unless you are willing to change.
That's where Menthol faltered; try as he might, he couldn't change. He'd tried so many methods to distract himself from sin, yet every other night, at the same time, he'd wander in the direction of the confessional booth.
At this point, he was too far gone to be forgiven. So, he may as well embrace his fate as a sinner for now, and reap what he sowed later down the line. Do now, regret later.
He slid the curtains open and sat down on the creaky, old bench, a process he'd done enough times to be muscle memory. With an unbreakable smile on his face, he leant close to the partition and sucked in a breath. He interlocked his fingers, a blasphemous prayer. He wasn't here to pray for forgiveness, far from it.
"Forgive me, Sister, for I have sinned."