Page 49 of Satan's Priest

I returned to my locker and grabbed the books and supplies for my first class. My hands trembled, and I silently begged God to shut Brad’s mouth before he told the whole school I performed oral on a stranger. I didn’t want to go to Father Thomas’s office, but I also didn’t want Sebastian to find out when he came back to school.

The five-minute-warning bell rang. With one last glance in Brad’s direction, I walked the other way.

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LUCIEN

“Attention, students. Mandatory confessions start in one minute. Please go to the chapel room immediately. Again, mandatory confessions start in one minute. Please go to the chapel room. Thank you,” the voice called over the speakers.

Standing aside, hands in my pockets, I watched the remaining Sacred Heart students make their way to the chapel. A girl with natural red hair hugged her Bible to her chest and glanced at me. She widened her eyes and emitted a scent of lust into the air. The corner of my mouth curved into a smirk, and she sucked in a breath, ducked her head, and quickened her steps as she rushed past me.

A pair of teen boys chatted with each other as they took their time to go to confessions.

“I’d hurry if I were you,” I sang, holding back a smile as they looked at me in shock. “You don’t want the devil to bite at your heels because you’re late.”

“Let’s go,” one teen said, and they jogged away, disappearing around the corner.

“Excuse me, Father,” a voice said behind me.

I turned to the girl who stood a foot away from me, her hands near her chest as she picked at her cuticles. Her black-rimmed glasses sat low on her nose, and her innocent brown eyes peered up at me. She pushed the glasses higher, nervous now that she had my full attention on her.

I raised an eyebrow.

“U-Um,” she mumbled.

I withdrew my hands from my pockets and folded them in front of me, resting them against my groin.

“Spit it out, child,” I said.

A blush crept up her cheeks as she averted her gaze. “Father Thomas isn’t at the confession booth, and he’s always early. We were supposed to start by now.”

I dipped my chin. “I’ll find him.”

The girl stood there, looking at me with moon eyes.

I knew I was good-looking. It was one of many traits of an incubus demon; we’d once been beautiful angels. I despised my looks for a time, but after a millennium, I overcame the aversion and embraced it.

So it didn’t surprise me that the girl looked at me the way she did. Most women did.

I was temptation and the forbidden fruit, promising carnal desires and whispered words of affirmation while we got lost in each other. I was also the temptation to stray from God and become another lost soul who would be cast to Hell.

Staring straight into the girl’s eyes, I smirked.

Her eyes widened, and she spun around and fled.

I fixed the white Roman collar at the base of my throat and strode through the hallway. All the students waited for Father Thomas at confessionals. Not a soul was in sight.

Muffled grunts and soft moans came from an empty classroom. A slow smile crept to my face as I went to the crack in the door. I peeked around the corner, biting my bottom lip at the sight before me.

The priest’s pants pooled around his thighs, his hips slamming against the nun. She was sprawled out on the desk with her legs wrapped around his narrow waist and her skirt raised to her hips. He was balls deep in her and quite rough, too. The table’s legs scraped against the wooden floor with every hard thrust. They grunted together, attempting to stay quiet.

I leaned out of the doorway and strolled down the hallway toward the chapel. Father Thomas was busy getting lost in sin, enjoying the temptation of some nun’s pussy. If he couldn’t be there for the confessions, then I would.

I smirked.

I loved my job.

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