Sins of the Father [Lord Dakol and mintie__x]

[Lord Dakol]

Mark Hadleigh - or as he was better known, "Father Hadleigh" - was a young man of 28, one of the youngest ministers to work at the church. He was outwardly a very kind man, who only sought to help others with their sins and problems. But inwardly . . . it was a bit more complicated than that. Because of his status and work, he was essentially forbidden to fornicate with women at all; but of course, he wasn't a virgin in the slightest. In fact, he was quite experienced in the "carnal arts". But lately, he couldn't find a willing young woman to take to bed, and thus he started to become more agitated.

He was working late today - as usual -, cleaning up the church and making sure the books and confessionals were kept spotless. Usually during this time, he got visitors wanting to cleanse themselves of their sins. But today, no one came. Sighing gently, he pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose and ran a hand through his pitch black long hair. He straightened his clothes, sitting down at one of the cloisters . . . and waited. He leaned his head back, beginning to fantasize about the good ol' days of when he fucked a girl daily. Little did he know, he would have the opportunity to do so again.

His eyes flickered to the front doors as they opened, but sighed in disappointment to see it was only an old man that forgot his bag. Seeing Christopher, he waved cheerily, "Good night, Father Hunter!" he exclaimed.

The young man waved with a slight smile. "Good night," he replied as the man shuffled out in silence, then tilted his head back to look at the high ceiling, forgetting the fact that he was supposed to meet a new nun today. In truth, he had pushed it from his mind, assuming that the nun would be an old, wrinkled crone. But it was far from the truth.

 

[detox__]

Converting was no picnic, to say the very least. They had brought her in as a last chance, a last resort before she was sent to something less than friendly. A jail cell, probably. Shifting her fingers up through her hair, she glanced behind her as one of her newly gained 'Sister's smiled brightly at her, assisting her to get into her habit attire. Tucking her loose honey blonde locks up into the ridiculous head garb she had seen only on television, her hazel colored eyes glanced about before looking to the woman in front of her. " Oh, dear, you are very. . Heavy up here hm? " The woman spoke now, speaking of the blonde's bust as she glanced downward, not necessarily being aware that her bust was large up until the woman mentioned it. Stifling a soft laugh, the once stripper turned nun adjusted the look on her face quickly before moving behind the woman now. The only time she had ever wore a nun's outfit was at the club, and frankly. . It certainly hadn't been anywhere near the length that this one was.

" Come now dear, it's time to meet Father Hadleigh. " Walking along behind the older woman, the Catholic church was absolutely huge, and from what she had been told, this was the place to go to get. . Put on a holier path. Almost wanting to roll her eyes in the house of the Lord, the curvaceous young woman, or rather, curvaceous beneath this ridiculous garb. Soon enough, they entered the chapel, the shorter young woman disappearing behind the older woman as she spoke up, " Father Hadleigh, I'd like to introduce you to Sister Thomas. " The older woman stepping aside with her awkward, lopsided smile, Daisy Thomas, who had been glancing around at the ceiling, let her bright eyes drop to the older man with a faint smile.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Sometimes, the priest would wish he could just forget about the grab he had on. And yet, he was still at least faithful to his God. But still, he would have fucked in front of God himself if he had the chance. This moment, he was thinking about that wish.

Mark barely heard and registered the pair of footfalls coming in front of him, too busy staring at the busy at the curved ceiling before hearing one of a nun's voice. He blinked in surprise before looking away from the ceiling and towards the nun. It took him a moment to get over the shock of not being alone anymore, and chuckled sheepishly. "Ah, I apologize; my mind wanders," he said, looking towards the new nun, which was more of a pleasant surprise. She was young, shorter than the other nun, and beautiful, and noticed that her breasts were large. He smiled softly and sat up, extending his hand to her. "Good evening, Sister Thomas. How are you?" he inquired calmly.

 

[detox__]

Of course, she was expecting just as worse for him. Some frumpy old man, with absolutely no hair and maybe one whole eyebrow; A uni to say the least. And she expected him to be either in the balding, bald, or moldy stages. What a wonderful surprise. Wait a minute. Goodness, she was here to become a nun, which meant that even if he was handsome and not some frumpy old asshole, he was still a priest and she was a nun. Shit. . Oh, forgiveness and all that. Shaking his hand softly, the blonde, although that was rather unknown thanks to her outfit, smiled at the male in good nature, " I'm. . Adjusting. " There was a twinge of accent on her voice, the Louisiana bombshell momentarily letting her eyes wander to the older nun beside her as she interrupted her. " Sister Thomas is here all the way from New Orleans, and she'll be getting to know the Lord a bit better with us in these next few days. " Almost wanting to roll her eyes, Daisy Thomas avoided such an unholy thing and instead kept her smile.

 

[Lord Dakol]

As Mark listened to both Daisy and the other nun speak, he nodded and smiled, as always to hide his more personal thoughts. Damn, she would be a nice fuck . . . did she really have to go the religious route? he mused, disappointed. If she were a normal woman with a few sins on her conscience - like a prostitute or a stripper -, then he would have something funner to use her for. But seeing as she was of his profession, she was likely the type to completely swear off sex.

"I see; well, I'm here to help if you need me for anything. My door is always open, Sister Thomas," he said, glancing at the other nun. "You can leave us; I'm sure I can handle this, Sister."

Once the other woman was gone, Mark moved passed Daisy and smiled. "Follow me," he said pleasantly, looking up at the rafters as they moved. "So, tell me . . . what brings you here, Sister Thomas?"