Corruption Ch. 03

She felt anger boil up inside her chest until she felt she might pop, savagely striking out as some kind of barrier violently crumbled down in her mind to release the flood of spirit that fought to get out. She even went so far as to bite the arm loosely held under her chin and twisted the joint of his elbow until he shoved her body away from him for his own safety.

"I'm not going back into that room." She shook as she reiterated her will, trying to remember what she'd read, what she'd learned. She wove her intention into the air with her words and her breath trying desperately to push out the fear. She was shocked to see the soft glow of power that fell off her skin like a heavy fog. She was resolute now, and the air around her was tangible with her will, she could touch it with her mind and feel the difference between herself and the two people that shared the hall with her. Helen was afraid, and the fathers were angry and... humiliated.

She reached out farther with her curiosity, digging tendrils like phantom limbs deeper into his flesh.

"You're pathetic," she whispered, words spilling from her that she knew belonged to his own mind. "You're nothing but a desperate animal full of shame, so scared of dying that you bury your head in the dirt each day as the sun sets, fearing that the night might be your end." Cassandra saw his truth under his skin and in his blood, felt it course through her as though it were her own feelings and couldn't stop them from pouring from her lips even if she'd tried. She pushed the tendrils of her will deeper. "You came to the gods not in devotion, but in such fear of what might happen to your forsaken, hollow, soul that you crawled here begging for a place where you could hide. Everything you think you love is only fuel to try and keep your inevitable fear of life itself away. You're a fucking worm wallowing in ecstasy of the ignorance of the dark." She hooked her claws in him deeper. "Your faith is empty." She pulled him closer with her ghostly limbs and saw him stumble as he fell to his knees in front of her, paralyzed with how the tables had so suddenly turned. They could all see the faint outline of the tentacles now as they reached into the priest's face, his heart, his neck and curled around his waist as though he were to be pulled in and consumed by the monstrous young woman. Cassandra's demonic, fathomless eyes stared deep into the hollowness in his chest and he was sure that she truly might try to devour him. "You are empty."

The man attempted to scramble away but was held firm, too terrified to even scream as he tried to back away from her, the young abbess stepping on his knuckles to give him back her pain as she finally let him go of her psychic grip.

And then he ran. He ran like the empty coward he was as fast as he could. Cassandra could hear his footsteps echo down the halls well after he was out of her line of sight, knowing that he wouldn't stop for quite some time.

"C-Cassy...?"

Cassandra slowly looked over her shoulder to see Helen on the floor, on her knees in awe and fear, her shoulders trembling at the sight of the glowing vines of energy that Cassandra let freely whip and twitch around her.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." She said simply. The nun felt... refreshed. She rolled her neck and shoulders, feeling her muscles were looser than before.

Cassandra turned as she felt a soft pull at her back, an unnerving kind of knowing tugging at her to walk in the direction of the main room of the temple. She couldn't deny her curiosity, following the writhing arms of energy that wiggled and danced in the direction of her longing. She turned back and saw that Helen was no longer there, totally disappeared from her space on the floor.

She didn't much care about the oddity at that moment, head buzzing as she quickened her steps, finally approaching the giant ebony doors as she stopped to take in their scent, something familiar mingling with the wood and dusty old paint.

A heart, blood, a circle of ashes all flashed across her vision. The demon was behind these doors once again.

A hum of delight escaped her lips as she once again paid her attention to the wetness that had gathered between her legs. She pushed bruised, aching hands against the doors, such little resistance to her that she thought someone else might have opened them for her from the other side.

"Hello, again Cassandra." He was standing before the altar in some kind of mockery of a higher priest's robes, a holy star dangling from his neck.

"You look ridiculous." She stated simply, wasting no time as she pressed the pads of her fingers to his chest, sighing softly as he bent down to kiss her. She was so desperate for his touch, drunk on the potential for the evening.

He reached out to hold her close, pulling her by the seat of her robes until he could no longer wait and hoisted her onto his waist. She spared no time, caring not where she was as she began to undo the buttons of his robe, breaking the flimsy chain of the star around his neck and throwing it to the pews so she wouldn't have to break their kiss. His tongue tasted sweet like honey-wine and was soft as silk against her own. She pressed her hands to his chest as he turned them around to press her back to the cold stone altar.

Gasps echoed not just from the two sinners, but from new voices as well. Cassandra tipped her head back, letting the demon taste her flesh as she opened her eyes. She had somehow been turned around, now facing the pews instead of how she had been laid down, the aisles full of people who covered their mouths in horror. Or was it to hide their own desire?

The nun didn't care, tilting her head up to face her lover as the demon undressed her. She'd have him here and now, old prudish fools be damned.

"You seem excited." He whispered, just to tease her, so his breath would tickle her face as she opened her lips in waiting.

Her underwear was peeled away, thrown gods knew where, as he opened his loose robes to gently stroke his cock against her center. Cassandra could hardly handle the anticipation, she wanted him too badly, she wanted to feel how full he made her and hear him moan at how she enveloped him.

"Please don't be gentle." Her voice was barely audible, breathy and quiet so only he'd hear.

"I won't." His face twitched with arousal as he entered her slowly, filling every inch of her so she'd moan long and low. Amon only took that one moment slowly before he began to fuck her, holding her face close as he pistoned in and out. Despite their silence, Cassandra knew the church's eyes were on her, between her pent-up lust, the demons efforts and the eyes of the temples lackeys she was too close to cumming.

"Now, swear fealty to me." She looked up, her partner's yellow eyes glowing like molten iron directly into her own, his face was darker at the edges, horns more pronounced and his teeth animal-like. A hand came to her throat, black like soot up to his shoulder and his claws digging into her neck.

"Swear." He barked again, the blackness tainting her own skin, crawling from her throat to her face, she could feel it, burning like a fever as it pierced her flesh, She could see it dripping down her shoulders to her fingers which changed to talons just like her lovers.

She wailed, so close again to cumming as her hips spasmed and her voice shook. "I..I..." she hiccupped, looking up at his face again to see his eyes begin to cloud with smoke and black.

She couldn't hold the vision any longer, orgasm fading back as she opened her eyes.

She was outside in the grass, back pressed against the wall of the garden as her sisters clucked and bickered about where she could be hiding from inside the temple walls.

"Holy shit..." the abbess blinked, looking down at her hands hurriedly to see them their usual human color, no talons, not even scabs or bruises from the beating she'd been so sure she'd received. Just the nut brown of the tops of her hands.

She had come far in her studies to have gotten that vivid of imagery during her meditation. It had been only a few weeks, but she had managed to learn how to induce the sporadic dreamlike states that usually brought her visions. Although she was sure that... whatever that was, was just her projecting her own fantasy into an open space. It was too far-fetched to be certain and the images were so jumbled now that she was back from her daydream.

And she hardly knew how to sort through the visions for anything viable. The images were always choppy at best once she was out of the trance state it seemed, she could remember the most important bits and pieces and she needed to write them down. She'd come outside to nap, but she could never quit and decided to take a mental break and meditate instead, not thinking she'd go into such a vivid trance. She tried to save those for the library where she had the privacy to write the visions down without anyone going through them.

She tried to solidify the images in her mind despite the nagging ache of her sex, the only thing that had actually followed her out of her vision which she knew would drive her nuts. She wouldn't be able to get to the library for at least three days, and after the lingering panic of being caught in her dream, she dared not try to relieve the dull throbbing of it in the real world.

"Cassy!" Helen sing-songed from the garden. "Everyone's looking for you again!"

She grumbled, regretting having not taken that nap as she hiked up her skirt to go quiet her bickering sisters. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!"

God, she was so horny. And she wasn't even able to go to the bathroom to clean up after her trance-induced fantasy since Helen had dragged her to the market in such a hurry. Sister Margaret had apparently burnt half of the compound's dinner and they had to go get more meat, and of course, Helen was terrified of Mrs. Tyler and refused to go in the butcher's stall without Cassandra. She discretely rubbed her thighs together, feeling them slick with her own juices and only becoming wetter with how badly she needed release.

"You are such a baby Helen." She chuckled despite her discomfort. "Just stay outside and I'll get what we need."

The young blonde nodded as Cassandra stepped into the shaded area where Mrs. Tyler worked, seeing no sign of her among the barrels and hanging cuts of ribs and flanks of various animals she sighed. Gods she wanted to go home.

"Hello?" She called, shooing off her busybody sister since they might have to wait a while for Mrs. Tyler to get back. She did hunt and trap almost all of the meats she sold anyway, so who knew where she could be.

"Hello?" Cassandra tried again, holding her nose as she walked by a bushel of fish, drying in the sun for preservation.

"I'm back here!" the woman yelled, heavily muffled by the thick walls of the smokehouse in the back of her shaded stall.

The young woman ducked around the counter to the back so she could tell her friend the predicament the convent was in thanks to Margaret's clumsiness.

"Do you mind giving me a hand?" She sounded like she was struggling with something heavy by the way she grunted and the sound of fumbling came around the corner.

"Sure." Cassandra laughed as she scurried into the room, seeing Mrs. Tyler taking down heavy hooks of smoked beef and pork to place in various crates to be cut and placed out for sale later.

"Grab that crate there and take it to the front for me?" she had a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead with how hot the room was, grabbing her own crate to lug to the front.

Cassandra noticed how easy it was for the woman to pick up the crate compared to herself, arms and back flexing in such a way that showed they knew the task well. And The young girl couldn't help but let her gaze linger on the dark skin of her back, the woman not covering much in an attempt to stay cool while she worked.

"Thank you very much, ma'am." The same woman chirped as Cassandra waddled a bit with her load, setting it down as Mrs. Tyler directed. "And what's the reason for getting to see you twice in one day?"

"Margaret."

"Ahhh." was all she said, nodding as she turned to rummage through her stack of receipts. "What'd you order again?"

Cassandra found herself to be staring at the woman's back one more time, she rubbed her thighs together again as heat flared in such a way she couldn't ignore it. She recalled the erotic books she'd thumbed through at the demon's library, various pictures of women tangled together in the throes of ecstasy. She brought to mind some poetry on the matter by a woman named Sappho, and how Mrs. Tyler had immediately popped into her head upon first reading it. She bit her thumb as the light bulb finally lit, heart beating furiously in excitement and anxiety as she wondered how the long canyon of her spine might taste on her lips. And what the knowledge of being sapphic might entail for her in the future.

This has just been the week of, hasn't it? She bemoaned to herself. She'd never seen it as an option to like women, although looking back she saw it was obvious she would have recognized this much sooner had she not been stifled in so many ways.

"Psst, Cass." Mrs. Tyler turned her head to look at her curiously, concern turning to a cheeky grin as she gave the nuns face a once over, red as a tomato in the cheeks and eyes a bit glassy as her thoughts raced.

"Oh, sorry I didn't hear you." She cleared her throat as she hoisted herself up on the counter in order to still her fidgeting legs. "Five pounds of ground pork."

"I don't have any on hand, but I can cut you some stew meat in half an hour if you're ok with that?"

"Yes ma'am," She drawled. "I'm just grateful you're always there to save the day." She crossed her legs as she sat down to get comfy, trying to stop herself from the fantasies that tried to run away with her and how she would handle being around the all-female monastery she lived in.

"Anything for you." she winked as she began to assemble her tools, laying down knives of varying sizes as she bustled about, washing her hands thoroughly, dawning gloves and her smock as she pulled large cuts out of salted barrels to lay them on the counter with waxed paper underneath.

She watched the woman wield the knives deftly, neatly packaging their food for the evening in little parcels with twine. "Oh and don't go just yet I have a little something extra for you."

"Oh no Mrs. Tyler you've done more than enough." She insisted as she took the butcher paper to store in her bag, removing the money from the outer pocket. "I'm sorry I don't have more. You always go the extra mile for us."

"It's not an issue." She took the money from her, in exchange plopping a small leather pouch in her hands. "And that's for you."

"Really?" she raised her brows as she examined what must be a handmade pouch. After being given a nod that it was indeed for her she opened it to find a small leather corded necklace, a pendant of soapstone on it in the shape of a sort of squashed sphere, like a skipping rock with a hole in the center. One side held an engraving of the sun and the other the moon, no stars to be seen.

"Mrs. Tyler where did you get this?"

"For the god's sake Cassandra, call me by my first name for once will ya?" She chuckled as she took the leather cord, tying it in such a way that it could be longer or shorter if the knots were slid alongside the line.

"Sorry... Faven."

She nodded her head in approval, "I made it."

"You made this?" Cassandra was floored, she looked at the pendant again, the design was simple enough but to tumble the honey-colored soapstone to be almost a perfect circle? It must have taken ages. "Fae I can't take this."

"And why the hell not?" She took off her smock, gloves already removed but moving towards the sink since her hands needed to be more thoroughly washed now that she was done for the evening.

"You had to have put so much work into this. You should keep it or give it to someone special."

"You are special girly." She wiped her palms dry on the clean washcloth next to her before cupping the nun's hands around the pendant and pushing it to her chest. "I know you're not really allowed to talk to me that much. But you're one of the few good friends I've got in this town. Keep it."

Oh no. the young nun felt butterflies in her stomach the way Faven smiled so sweetly at her. She recalled that poetry again and the way the woman's hands felt on her own, like champagne bubbles came from the pads of her fingers and palms. She was in trouble.

"Umm... Fae..." she muttered shyly, not looking away from the butcher's face, knowing that her eyes were dancing some wild shade of color by the way she didn't break their gaze. Most people were afraid or at least unnerved, but she seemed to enjoy the oddity about her, maybe just glad to have someone else that was different too.

"Oh. sorry." She chuckled, pulling her hands away thinking the young girl was uncomfortable. She'd admittedly gotten lost in the moment, too sentimental and too tender for her own good, she was about to turn away when she felt the young girl's hands back on her own. The abbess' cheeks were that bright embarrassed pink again, breath hitching once as an eerie darkness flashed across her irises, lights like golden stars appearing in the depths only for a moment before she pulled the older woman down by her face into the gentlest, shyest, kiss.

The both of them felt their shoulders fall as they melted into the other. Faven immediately grabbing hold of the young nun's waist to pull her closer with how desperate she was for touch. They parted a moment, Cassandra giggling a bit nervously before she pulled the butcher back to her lips with more commitment, adoring the taste of her and how soft she was, pressing herself closer to savor the fact.

A light squeal of surprise escaped her when Faven seemed to have the same feeling, pushing her up against the counter roughly and hoisting her on top of it as their kissing became more feverish. Her mouth wandered down to the girl's neck, a fire lighting in her belly at how she sighed and tilted her head back in welcome, the abbess holding tight to her and wrapping her legs around her hips now that they were of no use on the floor. Faven knew she wanted it bad, the way she'd been rubbing her thighs together and had been staring for too long since the moment she walked in. not to mention...

"You know, I could smell how wet you were as soon as you sat on my counter." She captured Cassandra's lips before she could respond, pulling her habit away in order to tangle her fingers through silky tresses. She'd dreamed of the ways her hair might feel against her hand.

The butcher happily relented when Cassandra pulled away to kiss and nibble at her neck and ear, the nun cursing as her partner took a risk and began to grind their hips together. Cassandra ground back with the softest moan, effectively making the woman between her legs lose all collection she may have had as she trailed her hand between the girl's legs to feel just how wet she really was.

"Shit..." Her underwear was thoroughly soaked through and it covered the insides of both her thighs, she rubbed the length of the girl's slit to hear her whimper before crushing her soft lips to their own. "You'll have to be quiet lovely, don't want anyone interrupting us right?"

Cassandra giggled as she tried to hush herself, throwing her head back as her panties were pulled to the side and Faven began to toy with her clit. She was so worked up she could hardly stand it, her voice raising as two fingers were slipped inside her, a single thumb pressing her clit as she slowly pumped in and out.

"Shhh." Faven laughed as she pressed her finger to the girl's lips, Cassandra taking it in greedily as she quieted herself, grinding her hips against the probing digits as she reached out to caress and explore her partner's body.