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You stumbled drunkenly down the darkened streets of Fair Haven, from the pub straight to the church. After several minutes of banging on the door- which was locked for some reason- and calling out to Father Mulligan, the thick wooden door creaked open slightly on its old hinges.
The features of the Father’s tired face were more pronounced than usual under the light of the full moon. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night, child?”
“Father...” you stumbled over your words, “I need your help, I... I’m lost.”
“And may the Lord guide your drunken soul to the heavens once it’s your time.” He opened the door fully now.
“No, not... not my soul, I- I don’t remember where my house is...”
The Father sighed and lead you inside the church. He sat you down in the front pew and left for a moment, coming back with a glass of water and a simple command, “Drink.”
You nodded and did so, Mulligan just stood in front of you, watching you slowly sip from the glass. Once you had about a fourth of the water, you looked up to him, the candlelight twinkled in his eyes. He broke eye contact and coughed, stepping away from the pew towards the alter. He stood behind the podium and opened his bible, silently reading.
You noticed how tight your chest suddenly felt. “Father?”
“Yes...”
“It’s hard to breathe.”
Mulligan sighed and closed his bible before making his way over to you. He looked at the decorative corset you wore over your blouse, he pushed your shoulder back so he could gain access to your side and tried to squeeze his finger in the gap between the two garments. Letting out another sigh he withdrew his hand.
“That’s not made to be supportive, it shouldn’t be that tight.”
“Oh, I, uhh, I just assumed... I look better when it’s tighter...”
“It doesn’t matter how you look if you can’t breathe.” He sharply retorted.
You dropped you head, feeling stupid for not knowing better.
“You should take it off.”
You shot your head up, shocked by the lewd suggestion.
“Or- or at least loosen it.” Mulligan corrected himself, realizing that telling someone to undress in a church was unholy of him.
Setting down the glass of water and nodding, you began to untie the cord at the front of the corset. Your drunken fingers couldn’t grasp the knot to undo it. Tired with watching you fight with yourself, Father Mulligan gestured, silently asking to help you. You moved your hands out the way and he replaced them with his own.
The work he made of the knot was too quick for you, you wished his hands hovered longer, that they would have accidentally grazed your chest, that they would have... no, no, this is Father Mulligan. He wouldn’t give into earthly desires like any other townsman. He was a man of God. Father stepped back and hastily made his way back to the podium to open his bible again.
Lazily, you pulled the corset cord out of the top eyelet, almost in a daze, you worked it down further and further. Before you realized what you’d done, the cord was completely removed and the corset slid open entirely. “Oh, oops...”
Father Mulligan had been watching, one hand in a fist covering his mouth and the other tightly clenching the edge of his podium. When you made eye contact you thought he was going to yell at you, his face was bright red and he stood completely rigid.
“I, uh, didn’t mean to... I-I’m sorry Father...”
“It’s alright, please, finish your water.” His words were choked, you really had upset him.
You blushed, nodded, and picked up the glass again. An unexpected crash of thunder made you jump, spilling the water all down the front of your white blouse. Before you could stutter out another apology, Father Mulligan left the nave, into his office. You’d done it now. First you drunkenly stumbled to the church, then you hoped for a priest to fondle you, and now you’ve drenched yourself, exposing your body through the sheer fabric.
Before you could run into the storm out of shame, Mulligan had returned with a towel, “Here, you seem to be having a bad night.”
“Thank you, Father,” you took the soft fabric and dabbed it against the mess you’d made of yourself. “This... weather, it’s come out of no where...”
Your attempt at conversation was ignored.
“I tried to find something for you to wear, but the only thing I had was my own clothing. It wouldn’t suit you, and I’m sure neither of us would want someone to see you wearing something of mine and get the wrong idea.”
“Of course not, Father. Thank you for looking.” You stopped for a moment to look up at him. Loud rainfall, the crackling of candle sticks, and his heavy breathing. You could be lost in this moment forever and not mind it at all.
“I’m... I’m afraid this isn’t soaking up much of the water. I think it would be better to air dry this...”
He swallowed thickly at your words. But nodded anyway. You set down the towel and stood before Mulligan, he shamefully gazed at your wet clothing. Untucking the blouse from your skirt, you sucked in a shaky breathe before lifting the garment above your head, completely exposing yourself to Father Mulligan.
Mulligan stepped towards you -you almost thought he was going to touch you- and he took the shirt from you and draped it over the back of a nearby pew. He stepped back to you and grabbed the towel, gesturing for you to take it.
Mulligan kept his eyes away from you as best as he could, but when he realized you weren’t going to take the towel, he forced himself to look into your eyes.
“Please, do it for me.” You bit your lip as he his dark eyes went wide.
“I... I’m not sure that would be appropriate, someone could see.”
“No one will see, everyone is asleep in their homes by now. Please, Father, I’m asking for your help...”
He looked to the ground before taking a step closer to you and whispering, “Are you sure you know what you’re asking from me?”
“Yes, ” you reached for his arm and brought his hand to your damp chest. “Please...”
He silently nodded and began to dab away the moisture from your skin.You could feel the warmth from his hand through the towel, and leaned deeper into his touch. You tilted your head back and let him work the cloth up your collar bones, a light moan escaped your lips. Mulligan stopped his movements and shifted his gaze to your mouth and then to your eyes.
“I-I’m sorry...” Felt your face heat up under his stare, and completely burned once he threw the towel onto a pew and stepped closer to stand flush against you.
He ran his calloused hand across your cold shoulder and down your arm to hold your hand. “Are you truly sure this is what you want?”
You nodded and he caressed your cheek with his other hand before gently kissing you. Your mouth fell open unconsciously as you leaned into his chest. The rough wool of Mulligan’s clothes scratched your nipples, but you found pressing harder against him relived the itchy sensation. He pulled away and pushed you back to sit on the pew once more.
Father Mulligan fell to his knees, a position you’d seen him in before, but you’d never let yourself imagine he’d being doing it while lifting your skirt. And yet…
His eyes never left yours while he reached up to remove your underwear. Perhaps he’d secretly wanted you to stop him, or maybe he thought if he looked away from you the devil himself would be in a dark corner to laugh at how easy it was to make this holy man sin.
Your thighs seemed to open on their own, and as Father Mulligan’s head disappeared beneath your skirt, they threatened to squeeze around him. The hem of your skirt found its way to your hand, lifting it allowed you a view to quite the sight- the town priest lapping at your cunt.
You’d never known such a delicate yet determined mouth. His brown eyes fluttered open to meet your gaze as he wrapped his lips around your clit to suck you gently.
It was impossible to quite yourself at the sight and sensation. An embarrassingly loud moan tore from your throat, and Father Mulligan’s groan in response sent vibrations through your core, forcing more noise out of you.
His fingers made their way to your hole, wicking up what moisture had already seeped out of you, and using it to make their entrance easier. As he stretched you open slowly, you couldn’t help but grab onto the back of his head and pull him closer. And as his fingers grazed against your g-spot, you couldn’t help but grind against them.
Your head lolled back as muscles elsewhere in your body clenched around Father Mulligan. Self control melted away as your orgasm rapidly approached.
Mulligan could clearly tell this as well, using his free hand to hold one of your thighs open as to not get himself suffocated. The pace of his tongue and fingers remained steady despite your aggressive movements.
“F-father… I can’t hold it anymore…”
Knowing better than to remove his mouth, he simply hummed against you, giving you permission to come.
Your stomach tightened and you could feel the wetness between your legs become even heavier as you came onto Father Mulligan’s hand.
He let you ride it out, allowing you to ride his fingers and tongue rather than move them himself. When you finally stopped moving, he slowly pulled away from you, sitting back on his haunches.
You peeled your eyes open to look at the man who just pulled the strongest orgasm you’d ever had out of you. He was looking up at you, clearly waiting for something.
“That was nice,” your voice was hoarse. “Should I… what should I do?”
“The storm has stopped, you can go home, if you wish.” He sounded as if he was testing you, perhaps to see if you would use him and leave, or if you really wanted more.
“No. I don’t think I want to.”
He stood to your sitting height, his clean hand cupped your chin, and he kissed you deeply. This time you tasted more of yourself than him.
He hastily wiped what could of you off his hand onto his pants before grabbing your own hand and bringing it to his groin.
“Do you feel this? What you’ve done to me?”
You nodded.
“Are you going to take care of it?”
You nodded again.
In a movement you couldn’t quite dissect, Father Mulligan pulled you off the pew and turn you over, so your knees hit the ground and your ass faced him.
You didn’t have time to complain about the cold stone before he was hovering over you, the sound of his heavy breathing caressing your ear.
His hands bumped against your ass as he unbuttoned his trousers.
“This is what you wanted? Right?” He leaned back to watch the tip of his cock slid between your folds.
“Father…?”
“You wanted me to do this to you since I’d moved to this town. To seduce me like the whore you are.” Half of his cock had easily slipped inside of you.
“No,” you shakily defended yourself, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing. “I would n-never do that to- to you.”
He filled you to the hilt, and leaned over you once again. “Then how did this happen?”
He rose so his feet were on either side of you, putting him in the perfect position to drive deep within you.
“How did you get me like this?” He picked up the pace, his fists full of your skirt. “Hard in my own church? You must of done something to me. Maybe the devil sent you here? To trick good men to succumb to lust?”
“No,” it was near impossible to argue with his cock pounding into you. “You... wanted this, too. It’s only natural. It’s human. To desire these kinds of things.”
Your voice was hard to make out over the slaps of skin and wet squelches of him fucking you.
His hands dropped the fabric to squeeze around your waist, keeping you in place while he fucked you at a brutal speed. “No, not for men like me. Men of God. The only way this happens is if a slut like you weasels your way into our minds. And that’s what you’ve done. You’ve forced me to do this.”
If your brain could form words, your mouth would cause them to come out a mumbled mess.
“You’re so cock-drunk you can’t even speak. This is what you do, isn’t it? This is how you replenish yourself, I can’t imagine how long you’ve been doing this to people.”
The heat of his body returned to your bare back as he bent over you, laying his forearm across your shoulders to keep your chest flush against the seat of the pew.
“What keeps you going? When another makes you climax? Or when your cunt is filled with the seed of a good man?”
He seemed more interested in hearing himself talk than finding an actual answer, as his fingers encircled your clit.
You yelped in response and you swore you could hear him chuckle. “What if that person makes you come twice in one night? How much power will that give you?”
You couldn’t tell if you were coming again or going to be sick, the way your body shuttered and your stomach rolled over itself. But when the wet slaps intensified and the arm across your shoulders relaxed, the answer was clear. You’d come together.
Father Mulligan pulled out of you and sat back to watch your twitching hole seep with his come.
Warm hands rubbed soft circles on your ass, “You did so good.”
You left out a weak bark of laughter.
“I think you’re the one who did the work this time, doc.”
“Isn’t that how this always goes?” You could heard the self satisfied smirk in his voice.
Your knees finally gave out and you plopped to the ground. The doctor stood and dragged you up to sit together in the pew you’d been drooling on seconds ago.
He wrapped his arms around you and your face fell naturally in the crook of his shoulder, scratchy fabric itching at your cheek. “It’s not like you even want me to take control,” you mumbled lazily.
“I have never said that, and if I did I was lying.”
“Hmm, maybe next time…”
The doctor’s fingertips stroked your back as you began to fall asleep. Unfortunately the cozy moment was interrupted by Tom Paris’s voice.
“Hey, Doc, you need to get up to sick bay. Neelix’s Surprise Pie had something nasty in it, people are just throwing up left and right in here.”
You and the doctor groaned in annoyance. “I’m on my way.”
“So stupid…” your face was pushed into the doctor chest, a futile attempt to get him to stay with you.
“I’m sorry,” he stroked your head as he stood up, “How about you get cleaned up and I’ll meet you back in your room?”
“If I can even walk! Everyone else being sick is nothing compared to what I’m going through right now, doctor, I’m sleepy…” you looked up giving you best ‘I’m dying ‘ face.
He smiled and apologized again, “I’ll be done in sick bay in 15 minutes tops, and when I’m done I’ll give you a full body examination in your quarters.”
You rolled your eyes but agreed, the doctor teleported away and you began to piece your outfit back together. Before lacing up the corset you looked at the string, giving it a few solid yanks on itself.
He should’ve tied you up with that.