Jon carried his mortified girlfriend into her apartment, grinning like an idiot all the way inside.

“Yeah yeah, very impressive. Now put me down!”

Once they were inside he finally complied with her request, setting her back on her feet so she could quickly pull down her skirt.

“I cannot believe you carried me all the way here.” Her face was still completely red. “I'm wearing a thong, you jerk. I just flashed like three cops and an old lady!”

“Hey, at least we know my leg’s doing better.”

Miya swatted him on the arm while he snickered to himself. “You're horrible.” After a moment her smile finally returned and she pecked him on the cheek. “Okay, you have a seat on the couch. I need to get ready.”

She practically skipped off to her bedroom. The moment she was out of sight, Jon flopped down onto the couch, lost in thought. So much had happened between them in the past week. And while it was true that a lot of his feelings stemmed from the fact that he finally had the loving, stable relationship he always wanted, there was no denying he absolutely adored this girl. Not just for the obvious reasons either, but from the simple fact that she had opened up her heart so readily to him; placed so much trust in him that he did not even place in himself.

He would have been happy just like this forever. For the first time in his life, Jon felt like a normal adult. A simple college student with a loving girlfriend. Maybe it was too much to hope that this would work out perfectly. That he would find the answers he sought, undo this cursed mark, and be able to live a normal life with her.

But if there was anything in life that was worth hoping for, it was this. It was so nice having something else besides just freedom to be working towards. Knowing that Miya would be waiting for him at the finish line of his journey was enough motivation to keep moving forward.

“Okay, I’m coming out,” Miya called out to him from a crack in the door. “Close your eyes and absolutely no peeking!” She warned in the most serious voice she could muster.

He chuckled in amusement, shaking his head before quietly acquiescing to her request. “Alright, they’re closed.”

“Remember, no peeking!”

Jon listened as the bedroom door creaked open and two dainty little feet padded across the wooden floor. Finally, she came to a stop on the rug where the couch he was sitting in rested upon.

“Okay, you can open them.”

Jon slowly opened his eyes, upon which his jaw immediately hit the floor. “Oh. My. God.”

She was wearing what had to be the sluttiest little nun outfit that had ever been designed. The robes could hardly be called such, more like a miniskirt that barely concealed anything. The full curve of her ass could be seen through the material, barely contained by the thin layer of cloth. Her legs were dressed up in sheer stockings that reached all the way down to her feet, and the top was clearly just a bustier wrapped in more cloth, her breasts nearly bursting out of the outfit. The only details about the getup that were even remotely concealing, that in any way resembled an actual nun outfit, were the long sleeves and the modest hood that covered her raven hair, which she had apparently tied up into a quick bun.

“Good evening, Father,” she greeted in a low, seductive voice before bending down and placing a hand on her knee while also pressing a finger against her full lips. “I’m so glad you could come listen to my confessional.”

“You are not serious right now.” He had the biggest, most amused grin on his face imaginable.

“Oh, but I am, Father,” she insisted while righting herself and bowing her head. She began to fidget in place, her hands folded in front of her. “The truth is, I need your guidance. I don’t know who else to trust but you.”

“Oh my God. You are serious.” He was loving every single moment of this, despite having to try really hard not to laugh his damn head off.

“The truth is, Father…” she continued proving once again what an impeccable little actor she was. “...I have felt the Sin of lust, and have acted upon it repeatedly.”

The more in character she got, the more into it he became. Jon leaned forward in his seat, watching as she blushed, and squirmed, and tried her damndest to keep her skirt down to protect her modesty.

“That right?” he asked while drinking it all in. “Care to elaborate?”

She continued to squirm around, using both hands to pull down her tiny little skirt. “Whenever I get these...urges, I find myself falling uncontrollably into my own lust. I begin to touch myself in sinful ways.” Miya turned around and arched her back, slowly lifting her skirt, revealing a complete lack of underwear. “Even now the dark thoughts that cloud my mind have made me wet. I’ve even stopped wearing panties in case I need to indulge in my cravings during confessional.”

That part wasn’t an act. She was already very visibly aroused. And considering how long they had been out, it was clear she had been that way for quite some time.

“But the thing that scares me the most…” Her head turned back toward him, her eyes screaming with want. “...is that all my sinful thoughts revolve around you, Father. You are the source of my uncontrollable lust.”

He continued to watch, doing his best to ignore how uncomfortable his erection was quickly becoming.

Miya turned back around and knelt down before crawling over to him and grasping his knees. “What do I do, Father? My thoughts are wholly consumed by you. I want nothing more than to feel your skin against mine. I dream of your strong grip taking hold of me and punishing me viciously for my Sinful mind. I want you more than anything, Father. I need you more than anything. What am I to do?” she asked again in an overdramatic fashion.

He could almost see tears forming in her eyes. She was really into this. Almost alarmingly so. Had she been rehearsing? The thought of her practicing this routine for him did nothing to help the stiff throbbing in his pants. Yet still, he maintained his composure. After taking her chin into his hand, he forced her gaze to meet his. She melted into his touch, her breath hot and heady with desire.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Let me see your ‘Sin’ with my own eyes.”

She let out a small gasp before turning her head away in surprise. “But Father! I can’t. If I do that I might...I…” Her violet eyes met his once more. With a quiet nod she relented, kneeling back on the balls of her feet and spreading her legs wide open, hiding nothing from view.

“Like this?” she asked in as innocent a voice as she could muster, while pretending to hesitantly touch her clit as if she didn’t know damn good and well what she was doing. Excited little moans escaped her lips as she slowly played with herself.

“Turn around,” he ordered while twirling his finger for emphasis. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Father.” She obeyed, turning around and getting on all fours. With one hand she reached back to continue playing with herself, her eyes firmly locked on his. “Anything you desire. But please, I beg you, be gentle with me.”

That was it. He had reached his threshold. Jon left the couch and knelt directly behind her before gripping Miya’s waist firmly in his hands. The startled gasp that escaped her lips sounded far too genuine to be part of the act. The show had overstimulated her, causing her to become hypersensitive to his touch.

He leaned down towards her neck, prickling her ear with his beard. His heightened hearing picked up on the sound of her heart racing out of her chest.

“You know you’re going to hell for this right?” he whispered casually into her ear.

“I’m yours,” she whispered back breathlessly.

“Just as well…” he continued. “...I’ll be right behind ‘ya after what I plan to do to you.”

--

Miya fell backwards onto her bed, a playful smile across her lips as she stared up at her man with lust-filled eyes. Jon had already torn her hair free from her abbot and done away with the corset concealing her breasts. After fooling around on the floor, he startled the hell out of her by picking Miya up, slinging her over his shoulder, and carrying her as if she weighed nothing all the way back to the bedroom. The moment her back hit the mattress she was already riled up again, spreading her legs and beckoning him forward with a little finger.

"Come and get it, Little Bear," she teased him playfully while spreading the lips of her throbbing pussy open for him.

Jon tossed away what remained of his clothing and made his way to her from the foot of the bed. His six-seven frame towered over her as he slowly lowered himself down to her legs. He kissed along the insides of her thighs and began working his way up. Miya moaned as he began flicking at her clit with his tongue. Her breathing became shakey the more into it she got, until suddenly Miya went wide-eyed and gripped the sides of the bed as he slipped two fingers into her, hitting all the right clusters of nerves all at once.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she commented, slightly out of breath.

He chuckled up at her, sounding rather pleased with himself. "Now that wasn't very Nun-like of you."

She rolled her eyes at him, her belly starting to tighten. "What...ever…" Miya shut her eyes and shuddered in pleasure at the sensation. After which he stood up, his fully erect cock raring to go. Miya stared at the monster, then up at him again in disbelief.

"How the hell?" was all she could think to say. "You just came like three minutes ago."

"Are you seriously complaining? If so I can always back off," he joked.

She glared at him and spread her legs wide. "Just shut up and fuck me harder this time, dammit."

"As you wish, your highness."

Jon lifted her hips up into the air and sank himself down into her all the way to the base of his member, hitting even deeper than he had before. The move was so unexpected and so overwhelming her breath caught and her body seized up. A long drawn out 'Fuck!' escaped her lips with a heavy emphasis on the F. He was almost uncomfortably wide, having filled and stretched her to a point where sheer pleasure nearly turned into pain. Yet after taking a moment to adjust, she was ready to go again, loving every inch moving inside her.

After building up a steady rhythm, Jon started pushing himself deeper into her while his tongue explored her breasts. He could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix with enough pressure to start building up something deep. Minutes past this way while she greedily pawed his chiseled, sweaty body. When suddenly, her eyes shut tight and she began hitting the bed with her open palm.

"Oh shit!"

He buried himself to the hilt again as she rode another euphoric wave. Her breathing was ragged and her face was completely red while her whole body shuddered against him.

"Well now, I'd say she likes it," he confirmed with a smug grin.

Without a word she nodded her head, a mixture of shock and pleasure on her face as she slowly came back down to planet Earth. He laid her down and was preparing to enter again when she tapped on his shoulder insistently.

"Wait wait wait. I need a second here."

He chuckled. "Well, alright. What do you suggest we do to amuse ourselves until then?"

She shot him a coy little grin in response. "I was thinking it's my turn to amuse you." Miya guided him onto his back and took his member in her hand, stroking up and down his length teasingly. "God, I can't get over how big you are. It's a little intimidating if I'm being honest."

Jon rested his tree-trunk arms behind his head and relaxed. "Hey, I didn't hear any complaining a second ago."

"True." Miya gazed at him with two lusty eyes before licking up the base of his shaft to the tip of his head. "Now let's see if I can return the favor."

She slipped her lips over the tip of his manhood before slowly lowering her head down onto him. For all her talk of being intimidated a moment ago, she didn't seem to have much trouble taking damn near all of him down her throat. Jon groaned in pleasure as she sucked him off, seemingly possessing little gag reflex to speak of.

After a few moments, she pulled away with a satisfying pop and started stroking him again. "Well? How is it?"

"It's like you were born to do this," he replied, still groaning in pleasure.

She rolled her eyes in response. "Gee, thanks. That's soooo flattering." With an amused chuckle, she lowered her head down onto his shaft again, this time bobbing up and down a little more vigorously whilst massaging his balls.

"Shit, Miya…." He gripped her hair in anticipation of his next climax.

She stopped and raised her head back up. "Not yet." Miya swirled her tongue along the tip of his dick teasingly. "I'm not quite done playing with you."

She then proceeded to straddle him, guiding his cock in before slowly lowering herself down onto his lap. Miya let out a small pleased groan as she sat all the way down and began to ride him, bracing herself on his abdomen whilst gyrating her hips along his length.

The two lovers kissed each other passionately while Miya continued to grind on him. After which she pulled away and righted herself, bouncing up and down on his member. As Jon moved to cup her breasts in each hand she leaned back and braced herself on his thighs, tilting her head back and pumping her chest out for him to play with her erect nipples.

"Jon...fuck, I’m close again," she practically whispered while bouncing up and down. "So close…"

"Me too." He groaned.

"Please come in me." She begged. "I wanna feel you come in me, Jon."

"You sure?"

She nodded insistently, slowly losing herself again as she bounced faster and faster. He growled in response whilst pivoting his hips up to meet her in the middle, their bodies glistening with sweat as they worked for it, both of them wanting that sweet sweet release again.

Jon swore loudly before blowing his top deep inside her. Miya wasn’t far behind, her legs and belly shuddering as she was hit with an orgasm so intense it made her toes curl. Finally, she collapsed onto him, her breath as ragged as his. After a minute or two of silence, she finally found it in her to speak again.

"That was...that was...fuck, there's not even a word for it."

He chuckled in amusement whilst gently stroking her hair. "Glad I could be of service."

Miya kissed him passionately, bringing an end to the conversation as the two lovers lost themselves in each other once more. When at last they were content, Jon and Miya cuddled up in each other’s arms. She nuzzled his chest lovingly and breathed in his scent, smiling contently as she did so. Slowly, her lover’s eyes began to grow heavy.

“Jon?”

“Hmm?” He was already half asleep by the time he answered.

"Will you remember this moment forever?"

"Of course I will," he yawned before slowly beginning to fade completely. “Of course...I...will.”

The light snoring that came from his chest let her know he was well and truly asleep. Miya giggled at her sleeping giant of a man before kissing his forehead and whispering sweetly into his ear.

"Good…”

Her eyes began to glow.

“...I’ll remember it for you, too.”