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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Finder_no_Hyouteki_|_Finder_Series
  Relationship:
      Asami_Ryuichi/Takaba_Akihito
  Character:
      Asami_Ryuichi, Takaba_Akihito
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Religious, Alternate_Universe_-_Priests, Religious
      Imagery_&_Symbolism, Priest_Kink, Abuse_of_Authority, Power_Dynamics, Age
      Difference, Size_Difference, Size_Kink, Extremely_Underage, Shota,
      Emotional_Manipulation, Abstinence, Chastity_Device, Cock_Cages, Forced
      Feminization, Humiliation, Slut_Shaming, Enemas, Anal_Sex, Object
      Insertion, Anal_Beads, Anal_Plug, Claiming, Ownership, Possessive
      Behavior, DARK!Asami, Spanking, Blasphemy, Prostate_Milking
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-07 Words: 6091
****** Anointed ******
by Amelita
Summary
     You may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine.
 
It was dark when he walked into the church and the stained glass that glowed so
radiantly during the day was dull and listless. The room was alight from the
inside with dozens of prayer candles, the light was soft and soothing. A
polished stone altar sat before the pristine marble statue of the Virgin Mary.
There were velvet padded kneelers on the floor.
He saw the nun at once. Alone, kneeling, her small head bowed, her delicate
hands folded in prayer. She was the picture of maidenly virtue. She was covered
from the top of her head to the tips of her dainty toes in a long white veil,
dressed modestly, as a Bride of Christ should be. The large man stood in the
back of the small chapel for a long time, observing her silently with his thick
arms folded across a massive chest. He was as large as she was small, and as
dark as she was light. His hair was the same ebony as his priest’s cassock. He
was dressed in black head to toe, save for the stark white collar around his
neck. He made no move to interrupt her. When her prayers were done, she made
the sign of the cross and slowly, gracefully rose to her feet. She very slight
in stature for she was the smallest nun of all. She was the youngest, barely
more than a child. She was also, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he'd
ever seen. Her skin appeared to be flawless, and even from the distance
separating them he could see the color of her eyes. They were the most vivid
shade of cornflower blue.
The stoic expression on his face did not change when she turned to him, but his
eyes roamed her face as if trying to commit it to memory. She was exquisite.
The face of an angel come to earth. As she drew closer and he could now see the
adorable sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. The littlest
Sister was not always good about wearing her little bonnet when she tended the
garden. Her cheeks still bore a hint of babyish roundness. Her skin was soft
and pure as the clouds, her lips were full and sensuous. Even her golden brows
were arched and delicate, as if sculpted by God’s own hand. He felt no more
shame in admiring the loveliness of the Sister than he would have admiring the
beauty of a sunset. She was God’s creation and as such, made for the pleasure
of man.
Her steps were silent in the church, her feet small and dainty in her tiny
white slippers. She stopped just in front of him, her eyes down, her hands
folded demurely. She was so small, so delicate. The nun barely reached his
shoulders.
Her voice was lovely and pure when she spoke, lyrical, and he was reminded why
she was always picked to sing the choir solos. Her voice alone could draw
enough parishioners to fill the church coffers for a month.
“Good evening Father Asami.”
She was but a novice, still in training and yet to take her vows, but he
greeted her as any other, “Hello Sister Aki.”
She peeked shyly up through her long dark lashes at him and he greeted her with
a warm smile and a heavy hand on her small shoulder, “Its late, my dear, all
the others are snug in their beds. What is it that keeps you from yours?”
His eyes were all-knowing as she shifted on her feet and bit her lower lip. He
noticed how her white teeth dented the plump, rosey flesh. He waited patiently
for her to speak.
Her lilting voiced halted with embarrassment, “Father… I-I need to confess.”
Asami frowned, “But Sister, so soon? I received your confession just yesterday.
What can you have done between then and now that would have you in such
turmoil?”
Smooth cheeks blushed charmingly, “Its- its my affliction Father. I can’t help-
I can’t on my own...please? I need you.”
Blue eyes shimmering with moisture pleaded with him and her lovely lips
trembled with emotion. His heart melted. He could never deny her anything. He
smiled affectionately and raised his hand to stroke her cheek, “Of course
Sister, of course. Come with me.”
She followed him on silent steps to his quarters. The parsonage was small,
attached to the back of the little stone chapel. It was modest and plain and
simple, befitting of a man of God. There were no windows and the wooden door
was very thick and very heavy. The room was completely soundproof and well
suited to their communions together. It was lit only by the oil burning in the
lamp.
He sat in the large high backed chair, his back to the wall and steepled his
hands together. She stood nervously before him, wringing her own small hands,
and he nodded his head at her to continue. She raised trembling fingers to the
top of her head and pulled out the pins that held the veil, removing the modest
covering. Golden tresses tumbled, curls falling well past her slender waist. As
a young novice, she was still allowed her woman’s beauty and Asami found her
hair gorgeous. It would be shorn to the scalp when she took her vows but Asami
knew she would be no less lovely without it. He watched intently as one button
after another was undone and her habit was removed, followed by her simple
chemise and slip, opening to reveal skin even more pure than the white cloth,
where she was untouched by the sun. She removed them, carefully folding and
placing them on the stool nearby. Her naked hips swayed, the soft swell of her
flanks and buttocks revealed. All she wore was her slippers and knee high
stockings. In profile, her face hidden to him by her hair, she toed off her
shoes and then bent to roll down her stockings over her shapely calves. Somehow
the sheer stockings made her seem all the more naked and vulnerable.
“Leave them.”
Her blue eyes flew wide in surprise, but she did as commanded and left her
stockings on. She padded back to stand before him again. Her small hands were
curled nervously in front of that which she referred to as her affliction.
It was something only she and the priest who raised her knew about.
That, and the fact that she was not a ‘she’ at all.
Asami had found the beautiful little boy abandoned on the steps of the chapel
in the middle of the night. His mother lay next to him, dying of consumption.
She spent her last breath coughing up blood on the ground, but not before
making the young priest swear to raise the child as his own.
And he had, all these years, and loved the child more than he had ever known
possible, deeper and richer and in ways he had never imagined he might feel
about anyone. He had been forced to conceal the boy’s true sex to keep him from
being sent away from the convent that quickly became his home and the nuns that
had become his family. The only men allowed on site were priests and Akihito
was too young to become a priest. The priest raised him as a girl and never
told anyone the truth. Akihito was small and beautiful and so feminine and
pure, Asami felt God would forgive the sin of his omission. Raised in such a
sheltered environment, the boy himself hadn’t understood his differences. He
wanted so badly to be a nun, to take his place in Asami’s order and serve the
community with the rest of the Sisters. Unfortunately as he had gotten older
and his body had bloomed into adolescence, he had been plagued by ungodly
urges. He had been disturbed and upset by thoughts and desires he could not
seem to master on his own. Asami had taken it upon himself to help him with
those urges, as both his earthly father and spiritual guide.
Timidly, the child arranged himself on the floor between Asami’s large feet
facing away from him. His long coltish limbs were pale and shapely, the arch of
his back highlighted the delicate curve of his spine and his round perfect
bottom was thrust high. God’s creation and the wonders of nature, Asami
reminded himself in appreciation.
Akihito was in their usual position, bent over on all fours, his elbows on a
pillow, his skinny knees on a padded kneeler. Asami bent to place a silver alms
basin on the floor between his legs. The boy's form was perfect, in a parody of
a prayer, hands together, head down, ass up, his caged little penis hanging
between his legs.
Asami had taken great pains to discretely procure the cock cage for him. It was
something young monks in monasteries often used. Chastity was a vow they took
to its most torturous extreme, remaining chaste even from themselves. It was
customary for little boys to be forced to wear the cages, only given the right
to shed it when their training was through and they could be expected to have
enough discipline to control their bodily urges without assistance.
Asami told him he needn’t take it so literally, but Akihito truly wanted to be
worthy of his vows when he took them, abstinence being one of the most
important. Poor sweet Akihito had struggled mightily with the sexual urges of
his adolescent body, unable to rise above the discomfort of his physical
predicament. He had become quite miserable and unhappy until Asami had leant
his expertise to the situation. Though the boy had still never known a true
orgasm, regular milkings made him more docile, helped his sweet, sunny
disposition shine through. It was something that brought both of them great
pleasure and Asami assured him that he was not breaking his chastity by
indulging in regular cleanings.
His broad hand rested on the boy’s naked back. The fingers of just that one
hand easily spanned his back, wrapping all the way from one side of Akihito’s
slender rib cage to the other. He was so very, very small.
“My child, before we can cleanse the soul, we must first purify the body.”
Akihito’s answer was but a whisper of submission, “Yes Father.”
The calf skin bag was filled with Holy water, the nozzle made of molded bronze
and inserted without lubrication. Goosepimples arose on the smooth skin of his
flanks when the water began to flow into him. He groaned as the clyster began
to flow into him. Asami’s hand rubbed soothing circles into the hollow of his
lower back, “You must take as much Holy Water inside as you are able Akihito.”
He bobbed his head in obedience, “Yes Father.”
He took a full bag and then was forced to clench his quivering buttocks tightly
together as Asami prepared a second bag, filling it with the same water he had
blessed earlier, that which he also used in baptizing of children and blessing
of his flock. He was using it in very much the same way, to his way of
thinking. The boy took the enema of Holy water without complaint, his thin
belly swelling heavy underneath him. Asami helped him to come upright with his
hands under his armpits and held the boy in a squatting position over the
silver basin used for collecting alms. Pale thighs trembled and shook with the
strain of waiting helplessly until the priest decided that he had suffered
enough.
Asami’s eyes gleamed from behind him when he spoke, his voice low and raspy,
“You may release the Holy Water from within.”
With a soft strangled cry, the gate of his body opened and dark water poured
from his bowels in spurts, leaving him purified, inside and out. When it was
full, Asami removed the basin from beneath him and rinsed it in the sink before
placing it back between his thighs. The priest bent Akihito forward again to
rest on his all fours. He dried him with one of the linen purificators from the
altar and mopped the last of the consecrated water from his backside and inner
thighs, cleaning his most private place with firm, gentle hands. The boy’s face
was flushed red with humiliation.
Asami’s scolded him gently, “Your body has been purified my child, you have no
reason for shame.”
Akihito dropped his eyes humbly, “Thank you Father.”
“It is now time for your confession, are you ready?”
“Yes sir. Please sir. I am ready.”
Asami took the jeweled pot of Holy Oil and dipped his fingers in it, gently
dabbing the sweetly scented olive oil in and around the tiny bud of the boy’s
rectum. The oil was costly, but the priest could think of no better purpose
than anointing one of heaven’s own. The scent of balsum filled the small
rectory with its essence as Asami opened the front of his cassock and released
his thick, engorged member, coating it liberally with the consecrated oils. He
pressed the bulbous head of his cock to the boy’s quivering anus. Akihito took
a deep breath and Asami pushed forward ruthlessly into his soft body. He did
not stretch him or give him advance warning. If the initial intrusion was
painful, it was meant to be, as part of his penance. The boy cried out as the
delicate flesh of his insides was battered and pried open by the enormous girth
of his Father’s cock. Asami pressed in to the hilt and then stopped, giving him
time to adjust, and enjoying the trembling shudders of the bruised and violated
muscles clenching around him.
He waited until the boy’s breathless pants slowed and then spoke, “You may
begin.”
A trembling hand made the sign of the cross in the air. Akihito’s voice was
thick with tears as he spoke, “Bless me father, for I have sinned. I have been
plagued with ungodly thoughts and sinful urges.”
The priest’s hips began a slow and steady pace, pressing in deeply and then
pulling out until the head of his cock caught on the thinly stretched rim of
Akihito’s pink little asshole. The boy grunted as though he were being hit in
the stomach when he shoved back in, bottoming out inside his bowels.
“Tell me of these urges my child.” He fucked him hard, ruthlessly as he spoke,
his voice calm and soothing, not matching the violence he was doing to the
slender body beneath him at all.
“Oh father! Oh! Yes! This morning- Sir, when you were giving the Latin Mass, I
imagined that I was hiding behind the pulpit Father. I was- oh-oh I was at your
feet and I was naked. In front of everybody, but no one could see me but you.
Ah! Gods yes! Please! Harder!”
Asami’s cloth covered thighs spanked the back of the boy’s buttocks, the fleshy
orbs wobbling with the force of his thrusts. He chastised him, “Now my child,
we must not delight in our wickedness.”
Akihito bowed his head and moaned miserably, “Yes Father.”
“Now, what did you imagine you were doing behind the pulpit as I was giving the
morning Mass?”
“Oh- I was sucking on your- oh- you thick- hard- rod of guidance, sir! While
you continued to speak as if I was not even there!”
Asami’s golden eyes sparked as he clarified, “You fantasized that you were
sucking my phallus, naked, hiding behind the pulpit, while I preached a
sermon.”
“Yes Father!”
His deep voice had a hint of a chuckle in it, “Oh my, that is terribly wicked.”
Akihito moaned filthily, “I know, oh God, I know, but it vexed me so and I had
to go outside of the church, my poor affliction was so swollen and painful
between my legs I could hardly walk.”
Asami reached down between Akihito’s legs to touch his sex. His little boyclit
was valiantly trying to rise despite its cage. Despite his youth, it had been
years since Akihito had experienced a full erection. He petted the trapped
flesh gently, running his fingers over the boy’s smooth taint and testicles. He
was barely old enough to have pubic hair. So young and sweet and precious.
His voice was still displeased, “What did you do after you left during my
sermon Akihito?”
“I-I didn’t do anything, but then again, later, in the nursery, when I was-ah!-
watching the chil-dren one of them was very naughty and pushed one of the other
children down. You saw it and warned him not to do it again, but he did, and so
you, you spanked him! You smacked his bottom and he cried and he was so, so
sorry!”
“And?” Asami continued to piston in and out of his wet little hole, the muscles
hot and tight.
“I wished it was me Father!”
He grinned, his hands heavy around the boy’s tiny waist, swinging him back and
forth by the hips to meet the force of his thrusts so he could enjoy those
helpless punched out little cries.
“You wished it was you I was spanking, you mischievous little thing? You wanted
me to smack you pretty bottom hard enough to make you cry, hard enough so that
it would hurt and sting and make you sorry for your sinful thoughts?”
Gulping for air, Akihito nodded frantically, “Oh, oh! Ah! It- it tormented me
so! I wanted it so bad, and my affliction was so hard and swollen, I went to
the toilets and I tried to make it better on my own.”
Asami frowned harshly and his movements stilled, “You did?”
“I tried to use my fingers and the tip of the cross on my rosary, Father but
oh, it didn’t help at all!”
The priest's voice was stern with anger, “Akihito. You know better than that.
Nothing is meant to go inside you but my loving staff of correction and
guidance. Only it is capable of cleansing your wickedness and purging the sins
from your body.”
He sobbed, tears flowing down his face, “I know Father, I know!”
“You know that I cannot ignore this transgression? That you must be punished
for your naughtiness?”
Akihito’s breath hitched in his throat as he nodded and without further
warning, Asami’s hand came down on his bare ass in rapid succession, ‘smack,
smack, smack’ three times, each strike making his hole clench in pain around
Asami’s hard cock, augmenting the hot stinging burn.
Asami's voice was strong in its conviction, “Its a sin to touch your naughty
little hole. That hole belongs to the Lord, and as his ordained proxy on earth,
to me.”
'Smack.' His strong hand reined down retribution on Akihito’s bottom, turning
it bright red as he spanked the wobbling cheeks and tender outsides of his soft
thighs.
Akihito sobbed into his arms throughout his punishment, “I’m so sorry Father.”
“Do you understand me, child?” Asami asked, his large palms covering every inch
of the boy’s small backside. “This hole is mine.”
Akihito was unable to hold back his shrieks as the priest’s hand came down
again and again, turning his pale flesh into a blistering red, acknowledging
each spank with a lovely yelp. And though his toes curled in his pretty white
stockings and his entire body trembled, he bravely bore his penance, keeping
his bottom high and prettily presented. Tears made their way down trembling
lashes and plopped heavy on the pillow beneath his shaking arms.
The priest's voice was heavy and commanding, full of authority, “Only I have to
power to treat your affliction, only I have the power to purge your sinful
thoughts from your mind and purify your body. Only me.”
“Only you Father, I understand. I won’t do it again, I promise!” He cried out.
His buttocks clenched involuntarily, forming hollows along the sides of each
plump cheek. His beautiful backside was a fiery red, darkest at his full cheeks
and then fading to a pretty pink down his white thighs. He remained in
position, ass up and ready, even though Asami had stopped spanking him. Asami’s
cock remained hard and unyielding within his body, keeping him upright,
skewered like a little pig on a pole.
The boy took adorable, hitching little breaths. Asami leaned down to speak
close to his ear, “Nothing goes in your hole but me. Not your fingers, or your
cross, or anything else that naughty, wicked, perverted little mind of yours
might think to stick inside.”
Akihito nodded pitifully. He reached back trembling hands, his face pressed
against the wet pillow beneath him as he took hold of his tender cheeks and
spread them in humble supplication. Asami could see the wet shine of his
asshole stretched painfully around the thickness of his cock. He pleaded,
“Please Father please forgive me, please give me your absolution! Please
consecrate my filthy hole with your grace!”
Asami smirked, “Not until I am good and ready child. First I must banish your
wickedness.”
The boy howled as Asami changed the angles of his thrusts and began targeting
the delicate bud inside him. Akihito began to shriek and undulate his pelvis,
his back arching uncontrollably. His face was contorted with pained ecstasy.
Asami grabbed his hips bruisingly, stilling his movements immediately and
forcing him to bear the brutal assault on his young, tender sex.
“Oh! Oh, Father! I can’t bear it! Oh!”
Asami growled at his continued squirming, “You can Akihito, and you will,
because it is the penance I require of you.”
Akihito stilled as he was brought to sobbing whimpers in mere seconds. The
priest’s cock pressed hard against the bud inside him, rhythmically pounding it
until it yielded its sweet milk. Moments more and his cock erupted. White fluid
squirted from his slit as he screamed and the liquid poured into the silver
alms basin. The sounded of his semen hitting the metal rang like the chimes of
coins hitting it, like the faithful making their offering to God.
The boy began to weep with relief as soon as it was done, though Asami
continued to wring every last drop from his body.
"Is there any wickedness left inside you, Akihito?"
"Yes Father," Akihito moaned miserably, arching his back and shivering.
"Give it all to me, turn everything over to the Lord and let me purge the sin
from your flesh."
Akihito keened into the pillow, wailing, stockinged toes curling and kicking,
his shoulders shaking as more tears soaked into the velvet and the flow of cum
from his caged little clit, which had started to slow, picked back up again.
Asami rocked his cock against his prostate, milking it with constant steady
pressure until the stream stopped. He reached down between Akihito’s legs and
cupped his sensitive balls, squeezing them gently. One last squirt of cum hit
the alms basin with a metallic sounding ‘ting’ as Akihito screamed into the
pillow and his knees gave out.
Asami caught him about the waist and kept him from falling forward onto his
face. He wrapped two large hands around his tiny waist and lifted him with ease
off of his cock. The head of it pulled from from the child’s bowels with an
audible ‘Pop’. Aki cried out and his flanks twitched but he was unable to offer
even a token of resistance as the large, heavily muscled priest laid the naked
boy on his back on the bed, long blond curls framing his small body.
The older man's cock hung over the boy’s belly, enormous and intimidating as
Asami trailed it over his soft skin and then the metal cage warmed by the heat
of Akihito’s own trapped little penis. He pressed it into the hollow between
his balls and then it slipped wetly back against the heated ring of his anus.
Asami took one of Akihito’s ankles in each hand, his long fingers wrapping back
over his own thumbs, the boy’s ankles were so thin and delicate. He spread his
arms, forcing the boy’s ankles wide, pressing them down to the bed on either
side of his blond head, bending him in half while simultaneously splitting him
open. The boy’s body was young and flexible. He whimpered but offered no
protest. The muscles of his thighs trembled from the intense stretch, the cleft
between his asscheeks opened flat, exposing the glistening, ruby red jewel of
his bowels entirely.
Asami looked at him impassively, “Are you ready to receive my blessing?”
Akihito nodded, tears standing in his eyes.
The priest remained unmoving, ever patient, “Ask and you shall recieve my
child.”
With a trembling voice, he pleaded for redemption, “Please father, oh please
anoint my unworthy body with your Grace. Help me to become your vessel and fill
me to overflowing with your Holy Love. Please Father.”
His cock looked impossibly large as he pressed it against Akihito's gaping
little hole. The flushed, fat head of his dick dripped precum over that tiny,
sensitive rose bud before he pushed inside, splitting the boy open. Akihito
trembled from the stretch. His stunning blue blue eyes went wet with tears, but
it only made his submission sweeter and it only made the priest’s cock throb
harder as the young teen’s tiny body worked to accommodate him; flesh clinging
and gripping deliciously as he thrust in deeper. He held those delicate ankles
in a tight grip, split as wide as possible and pinned to the bed over his
pretty head. Asami’s hot gaze dropped so he could watch Akihito’s taut, flat
belly bulge each time he entered him fully. The evidence of his physical
penetration into the Church’s littlest Bride hastened his climax.
"Are you ready to be filled with the essence of your Father’s love for you?" he
said, his golden eyes meeting and capturing Akihito’s easily as he leaned down
over the boy to blanket him. "Are you ready to be filled with the Holy Spirit,
baptized and consecrated internally with my seed?"
"Please," Akihito begged softly, his angelic face honest and earnest, "Please,
Father, please anoint me, I am yours.”
Asami groaned, his hips stuttered, his balls pulsed as he came, his essence
gushing into the soft, silky place he'd made for himself inside his favorite
little Sister. He cock planted deep inside, he creamed the novice’s pink little
boyhole until his cum welled up around his dick, frothy and dripping down
Akihito's little butt.
The boy cried out in anguish as precious droplets of the priest’s seed escaped
his body, “Oh no! Father! I’m losing it! Oh no!”
The priest hushed him with a finger over his lips and then lifted Aki’s hips
high. He positioned the young, limber boy upside down with his knees on the bed
next to his head, long legs folded double with his swollen, red, cum filled
hole prominently displayed. Akihito’s eyes were wide with worry. He did not
want to lose the gift Asami had given him. The Father smiled as he removed a
long Rosary from his coat pocket; his favorite It was one he had made special
for his most special follower. The beads were larger than usual, closer to the
size of marbles, and were made of a beautiful pink, polished quartz. They were
very, very heavy. Instead of a cross as the end, there was a large stone plug,
wide on either end with a narrow constriction, shaped something like an Ace of
Spades.
Asami fed the beads one at a time into Akihito, instructing the boy to say his
Hail Marys as he did it. Akihito’s voice was muffled, but he obeyed and began
his recitation, “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art
thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb...”
He popped each marble sized bead inside, as if Akihito’s anus was praying the
rosary. It was a full five decade rosary, with five sets of ten beads separated
by even larger beads and was very, very long. It slipped into the boy’s punched
out asshole easily at first but after the first forty beads, the priest began
to run into some resistance and he began using his fingers to cram them down
deeper into the child’s soft, cum soaked insides. The quartz beads were lovely
against the white of his seed and the scalded red of Akihito’s bowels.
Akihito’s voice took on a strained tone as he was filled up with the heavy
beads, his lower abdomen pooching from the weight. Asami knew they had to be
deep, deep inside his freshly emptied bowels. It was good he always cleansed
him beforehand, purifying and removing the darkness inside him so it could be
replaced with something good and pure.
He had the boy finish his prayers with a ‘Glory Be’ as he seated the large plug
in his asshole. Akihito’s voice squeaked high as the wide fat part of the plug
stretched him painfully but then his rectum practically sucked in the narrow
part. All that remained was the small flat end of the pretty pink plug
protruding from the crease between his trembling buttocks. The round globes
were still bright pink, red hot on the sitbones from his spanking. Asami knew
he would not be able to sit comfortably for a few days. He smirked as Akihito
moved slowly, dropping his legs carefully and holding his belly with his hands
as if he were constipated. He moved gingerly, his eyes wide and Asami knew he
could feel the heavy beads shifting and settling inside him. It always amazed
Asami just how much the boy could take inside his tiny body. It was like he was
made for it, an empty vessel just waiting to be filled up.
Akihito moved gingerly to his knees in front of Asami and bowed his head. The
older man placed a large, firm hand on the top of his head as he finished the
boy’s confession and penance with words of absolution, “"May God give you
pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."
He smiled then, casting off his stern mantle for a moment as he stroked the
boy’s silky hair, “Is that better my child?”
Akihito’s face was pale but radiant. His wet eyes were luminous, “Oh yes
Father! I feel so good, so full. All of my wicked thoughts and desires are
gone. I feel clean and renewed. I know I shall sleep well!”
“As you should. You are blameless, sinless, as pure as a newborn babe, in the
eyes of the Lord and myself. Go in peace my child, and sin no more.”
He helped the boy to stand on trembling legs and dressed him again in his dress
and habit, holding him steady as he slipped one small stocking foot after
another into his white slippers. Asami himself swept back Akihito’s gorgeous
hair and covered it, pinning the veil in place until he was again dressed
modestly, as a Bride of God should be.
He kissed him on one cheek and then the other and spoke softly to him, “The
Rosary you carry inside your body is a symbol of your faith Sister Aki. It will
help you to keep your mind on pure and holy thoughts.”
Akihito’s lashes trembled with the force of his emotion and the boy clasped the
priest’s hands, bending to kiss one after the other in grateful supplication,
“Thank you Father. For everything you do for me, to help me, guide me and keep
me strong. I love you so much.”
Asami swallowed hard, but his voice did not waver, “And I love you Sister Aki,
above all. You are precious to me and the most dear of all the faithful.”
He walked the tiny nun back to her quarters and reminded her as always keep her
affliction hidden from the other nuns and to come to him on the morrow to have
the rosary removed and let him purify and cleanse her inside again. He kissed
her, closer to the lips than he should have, and then bid her good night. He
knew she would sleep the deep sleep of the innocent tonight.
He would not be so lucky.
His owns sins weighed heavy in his heart and there was no one the purge them.
The priest removed his cassock, baring his powerful body, still heavily muscled
and heavily scarred from his days as a ruthless and barbaric mercenary. Asami
was no more a priest than Akihito was a nun. His only purpose in coming to the
convent all those years ago was to rob its coffers and to strip it of its Holy
relics; chalices, goblets and dishes made of golden and silver and jewels. The
cassock of the priest had been his disguise, but the unwanted babe thrust into
his arms had been his undoing. Fate perhaps, or God, but Asami had seen far too
much death and destruction to believe in a God that would allow such suffering.
Hell was man’s own creation, but then so was Heaven and Asami had carved out
his own small piece of it on earth. He remained at the convent and played his
part well, year after year, until his artifice had become as a second nature to
him. He remained because a life on the road was no life for a child and that
child and this life, was everything to him; his most cherished theft.
In the morning, the young novice would bring him his breakfast and kneel
silently at his feet until he was finished, meditating on her prayers as
instructed and then she would be dismissed. He would see her throughout the
day, doing her chores, cleaning the convent, tending her beloved flowers in the
garden, playing with the children. Her life was happy and safe. The priest was
ever watchful and delighted to catch a glimpse of her beauty, noting how her
cheery disposition brightened the lives of all that lived in the cloister. His
eyes would search her out that evening as the Sisters filed into the chapel for
Saturday evening Mass. The novice would be the smallest and at the end of the
line. Every eye would be upon Asami as he led the Mass but it was the weight of
her gaze that he felt most keenly. Her clear blue eyes were full of worshipful
trust as her hungry heart and mind soaked up every word he said.
He would have them kneel when he performed the Eucharist and none fell quicker
to their knees then she, her generous spirit always humble and eager to serve.
The tiny nun was however the only one who had trouble staying in the bent
double position for long. She fidgeted, squirming uncomfortably, moving her
sore, stuffed bottom on the balls of her feet side to side ever so slightly,
but it was enough for the Mother Superior to cast a disapproving eye at her.
She blushed and her cheeks grew even darker when her eyes met the Priest’s, his
gaze all-knowing and full with her secret. He looked down at her with a warmth
in his eyes that his face did not show.
The large priest stood tall and powerful, dressed in black, towering above the
littlest nun dressed all in virginal white.
His deep voice washed over the cloister as they partook in the Lord’s Supper,
eating the bread he had given them as he spoke the words of Christ, "This is my
body which is for you. Do this in remembrance of me"
The beautiful little Sister opened her perfect little mouth wide, wider than
necessary for the priest to place the wafer on her wet pink tongue. His finger
delved into the cavern deeply and brushed against it, stroking the moist heat
of her mouth. Blue eyes connected with his, dark, pupils dilated wide with
arousal and the child blushed even more becomingly, her naughty thoughts
written openly on her sweet, honest face.
Asami held back his smile.
He knew he would be receiving his favorite little nun’s confession again, very,
very soon
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