Living In Sin 2

Mercy’s hand was on the tithe box as Oleander approached.

He had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he approached the head nun, because he didn’t want his suspicions to be true.  Or… if they were true, he didn’t want to know.  Mercy was a good worker, and had years of dedicated work for the Church.  They took great care of each year’s baby buns, and of each year’s new adults.  They promoted the Church well in public, and were a great asset to its operations.

They also were a very enjoyable lay.

“I thought this might get your attention,” Mercy said, as he drew near, a smirk on their (very kissable) lips.

“...thought what might get my attention?” Oleander asked, before he spotted that Mercy had their skirt drawn up.  He could have sworn they hadn’t when he had first seen them on exiting the confessional…

Mercy raised an eyebrow at him.  “You didn’t notice?  I’m hurt.”  Their tone was teasing, as they shifted their hips to ensure his eyes stayed on their ass.

“Do forgive me for such an oversight,” he said, gaze following the nun’s hips.  “I was distracted.”  He glanced around the Church, checking that they were alone, before undoing his cassock.  “I’m always happy to give you my full attention, Mercy.”  Thoughts of their potential theft were well gone by now, banished by the thought of taking Mercy here and now, and he was quite hard already, sliding his thong out of the way of his cock.  No sense in getting fully undressed for a quickie…

“Mmm, I always do appreciate that~” Mercy said, leaning over the tithe box to better lift their hips for the priest.  “I’ve always thought this would make for a fun rendezvous spot, haven’t you?”

Oleander ground his hips against Mercy’s backside, sliding their underwear aside.  “I’m surprised I never thought the same,” he admitted.  “It’s a good height for this…”

“Well, you’re not always having to look for ways to make yourself taller,” Mercy joked.  That was followed quickly by a low moan, as Oleander’s cock pressed inside of them.

“A fair point,” he said.  Though conversation was mostly done now, as he took to thrusting, as hard and fast as he could.  A hand rounded Mercy’s front, so he could rub at their clitoris.  The tithe box wasn’t a spot for a long sex marathon, but for a quick and fun fuck, and he aimed to deliver just that.  Their voices mingled in moans, echoing through the church - what beautiful acoustics it had been designed with, truly.

It didn’t take either of them long to climax, and when it was done, Oleander found there was someone watching (and waiting for confession) and he was quickly drawn back to work, once again having pushed aside his suspicions of the Head Nun for the enticement of their body.  Well, what could he say in his defense but that the Church of Sulfur encouraged all buns to live out their vices?  He couldn’t help who he was, and neither could Mercy.