It was a warm, Spring day at Bellefleur Abbey when the Father arrived. His car pulled up in the drive and came to a peaceful, slightly squeaky stop and he thanked the driver before stepping out. He could smell the garden from here. Lilacs and tulips and roses of every hue, he was sure. All behind the thick, grey stone wall. He breathed in through his prominent nose and exhaled in a shaking sigh. He was nervous. It was his first time to visit the abbey, having been ordained just a short three months before. He wasn't at all confident in his ability to properly supervise anything. But, as he brushed lint from his robes and gazed up at the towering buttresses, he resolved to trust in God and to let Him lead him down this new and exciting path.
Just then, a flurry of black bustled toward him from underneath a large archway.
"Father Mulder! So good of you to come, Father Mulder!" A small, heavy-set (although it was quite hard to tell) woman in a nun's habit scurried over to him and took his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Sister Francis. Welcome to Bellefleur."
"Thank you, Sister," he smiled warmly.
"Please do come this way. I'd like to show you the premises and introduce you to some of the other sisters."
"Of course. I'd be delighted," he enthused and followed the little woman through the archway and across a courtyard. Bells could be heard chiming in the distance. A light breeze caressed his face and he thought what a peaceful existence these women must have.
Sister Francis led him to the dining hall, through the kitchen, through the immense sanctuary with its beautiful stained glass, exquisitely carved statues, and grand organ, through the dormitory areas, and finally out into the vast and colorful garden. Father Mulder was duly impressed by not only the beauty of the abbey but also its efficiency and by how obviously well-kept it was. He would be able to make a glowing report on it and would no doubt greatly enjoy his week stay in this calm countryside. He looked forward to some deep and powerful communion with God. This was the kind of place where one really came to understand one's path to righteousness. He sighed as he let his eyes travel over the grounds spotted liberally with the black of nuns' habits. He smiled.
The good sister led him down the stone steps to the winding pathway through the garden where several nuns were diligently working, watering the flowers and trimming the shrubs.
"This is Sister Agatha," she was saying, and a kindly, old face turned from her work to greet the Father.
"How do you do, Sister?" he asked politely as he continued on.
"This is Sister Therese."
"Beautiful work, Sister. God bless."
"This is Sister Dana Katherine," she said as they came upon a small nun kneeling in the dirt.
"How do you..." the Father's words died in his mouth as the young nun turned her face up to meet him.
She was quite simply the most stunning creature he'd ever laid eyes on. Her face was the softest peach-tinted ivory, her cheeks blushed pink from exertion. Her eyes were a sparkling turquoise blue and her dark lashes were long and curled. But it was her mouth that enraptured him, totally and completely. She had the fullest, poutiest, pillowed lips colored a sweet, dusky rose. And when they parted in a shy but ever so bright smile, he felt his knees nearly go weak.
She was Heaven on earth.
Slowly she stood to take his hand. So small she was, the top of her head not even coming to his chin. He realized he was standing with his mouth hanging stupidly open and he clamped his lips shut into a facsimile of a smile and extended his hand to her.
"Father Mulder," she said, her voice soft, eyes lowering demurely as she accepted his proffered hand. Silk! Her skin was pure silk! He wrapped his long fingers around the back of her hand, feeling their palms press together. He could have sworn he could feel her pulse there, so warm and...dear Lord so soft.
"S-s-sister," he stuttered, nodding.
"Now if you'll just follow me," his guide began, taking several steps away.
The Father did not move. He stood as though rooted to that spot in front of the pretty, young nun. They continued to look at each other, her eyes so large and wet, staring innocently up into his face and his eyes staring down in awe at her.
"Father Mulder?" Sister Francis called. Receiving no response, she tried again. "Father Mulder!"
"Unn?" he answered, turning his head and finally breaking his gaze from Dana Katherine's. He looked now from his guide to the young woman and to the guide and back again and then finally released the nun's hand. "I'm sorry. It was a long drive," he explained to her and hurried off toward the waiting woman.
As he was led away, he heard several girlish giggles, but when he looked around he couldn't tell from whence they came. The nun was leading him back toward the main hall, but before he left the garden completely he just couldn't help turning back around, his eyes searching for the petite beauty he'd encountered. He was met with the same spattering of black cloth, not able to differentiate her from all the others, and with a downward turn to his generous lips, he turned to go inside.
His room was small but comfortable, with a nice bed, a simple wood dresser, a basin, and a desk and chair. As Father Mulder got ready for the evening meal, he took a look around wondering what it would be like to live here, to look up at the small cross hung on the wall and really understand your life. He straightened his collar, smoothing the black against the white compulsively. He was no longer in his robes, choosing instead to don his plain black pants and shirt. He didn't want to seem too imposing. He wasn't here to judge these women harshly. Only to see to it that they had what they needed and were continuing to do God's work in the way that the church taught. He wanted to project a friendly, open demeanor, letting them know they need not fear his presence.
As he exited his room and strode out into the hall, he realized he wasn't sure which way to go. It was such a large and winding place and although Sister Francis had taken care to instruct him on how to get back to the dining hall, his sense of direction wasn't the keenest and he found himself at a loss for how to proceed.
Just then, a nun rounded the corner and strode briskly past him.
"Wait!" he called out and then again softer when she jumped. "I'm sorry, wait."
She stopped but did not turn.
"I'm sorry, Sister, to bother you, but I was wondering..."
She turned to face him then and he was captured by the same round, dewy eyes. Dana Katherine.
"Yes, Father? You were wondering?" she asked, her eyes searching his.
"I was...wondering....um, I was wondering how I would get to the dining hall from here," he finally got out. Her eyes were magnetic.
She smiled slightly and brushed past him, her robes sweeping against his legs. "Follow me. I'll show you."
"Thank you," he said following in her wake. She walked quickly and he hastened his stride to catch up with her, coming to walk beside instead of behind her. "You're Sister Dana Katherine. Is that right?"
"Yes, and you're Father Mulder. It's wonderful to have you at Bellefleur. We've been looking forward to your visit."
"It's good to be here," he told her honestly.
They walked in silence for a moment, turning right and then left and then left again.
"Tell me, Sister," the Father said. "How long have you lived here...been a part of the abbey?"
She looked at him and smiled. "Since I was a girl. Years. I can't remember how many. It's..." Her voice lost some of its lilt. "It's quite a nice place to live."
"It's...beautiful," he said, looking down at her profile as they walked.
Something in his voice made her look back up at him. Her eyes danced over his face and must have seen some of the admiration there because she blushed and looked away. "How long is your stay with us?" she asked and he noticed how she slurred her S's. He thought it was adorable.
"A week," he answered, and he thought he saw her frown slightly. "But I might stay longer. If I get to enjoy the pleasure of your company."
Dear God in Heaven, what was he doing? Was he actually flirting with this sweet, innocent girl? He was a priest! A man of the cloth. He had to stop these thoughts of his, what he'd hoped could be just a harmless, fleeting attraction, before he acted in a way that would be completely inappropriate.
She blushed again, becomingly, at his words. "Any extension of your stay would be most welcome...I'm sure." She stopped in the hall outside a pair of heavy-looking doors. "We're here."
"So we are," he observed. "Thank you for your assistance, Sister Dana Katherine."
She nodded and began to walk away.
"You're not going to be dining?"
She looked down at where her shoes would be if her habit weren't billowing out past them. "I...I'm being punished...Father Mulder. I'm to go without supper tonight."
"What are you being punished for?" he asked, his brows coming down over his eyes. He felt the hard cut of anger slice through his gut.
"I, uh...I told Sister Therese her oatmeal tasted like feet, Father."
He choked then on the laugh he knew he shouldn't let her hear. As he sputtered and turned red, Sister Dana Katherine took a step toward him, her hand extended. When her small hand tried to close around his arm, he gently jerked away.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry. You just..." He allowed a small smile. "You just surprised me, that's all."
She smiled then, too. A guilty half-smile, and she looked up at him from under her lashes.
"Well..." he trailed off, not wanting to leave her.
"Well..." she answered, biting her lip.
"Good night, Dana Katherine."
She took a step closer to him and cast her eyes down. "Would you..." She dropped to a whisper, "...call me Scully?"
"All right," he agreed, but his knit brows conveyed his confusion. "Can I ask why?"
She looked up at him. "Because no one else does."
And before he could wrap his mind around her answer, she was gone, her little legs taking her down the hall and around the corner without a backward look in his direction.
He practiced saying it in the small, dark of his room.
It had been three nights and he was really getting good at saying it. He said it while making his bed in the morning.
He said it under his breath when walking through the hallowed halls.
He said it in his mind over and over as he sat in the garden listening to birds.
It was the last coherent thought in his head as he drifted off to sleep.
And tonight, when he'd come awake from his wet dream, panting, he'd yelled it.
In the confines of his room, the walls comfortably thick, it echoed slightly. He brushed his hair from his eyes, the sweat from his brow, and got up to clean himself off. He felt such a shame at inadvertently gaining sexual satisfaction from the thought of her. He washed not only his spent groin but his face and hands, trying to erase the evidence of his weakness.
He then knelt beside his bed and prayed. Tried to pray. All he could think was her name.
Dear God, Scully.
Unable to find peace in prayer, he decided to take a walk. Perhaps go to the sanctuary itself and try to find some strength in its power.
He padded barefoot out into the hall and down the passageway. He thought of the last time he'd seen her. The day before he had glimpsed her in the courtyard. She'd been walking with a group, clearly on a timely errand, unable to stop and talk as she'd done a few times since his arrival. She'd seen him, though, and flashed a bright smile in his direction, her whole face lighting up at the sight of him. He couldn't help but smile back, feeling her silent affection warm him. They'd shared no more than small talk either at the dinner table or after service or when meeting in the hall. But he hung on every word out of her mouth. And he replayed their brief conversations every evening in his mind as he readied himself for sleep.
He'd been trying so hard not to let his thoughts stray. He fought the urges he had to picture her body beneath her habit, the desire to think of touching her and making her moan with pleasure. He tried to keep his thoughts of her pure and sweet. Like she was. Unsullied by the evils of the world.
But tonight was more difficult than ever. After the dream. In it he had laid her naked body down on his bed and he'd loved her with his mouth, skimming hungry lips over her torso as she arched up to him. Then he'd sunk into her, feeling her soft wetness squeezing him. And she'd said his name -- "Mulder..." -- and he'd come in that moment between sleeping and waking, answering her.
He found he'd stopped in the hall and was leaning against the cold stone wall, remembering. He shook his head to clear it, listening to the quiet of the abbey, listening...to the sound of water. Water being poured onto water. Over and over. He turned his ear to the sound and followed until he was outside a door at the end of the hall. The door was slightly ajar and the small splashing noises were coming from just inside. He looked around himself and realized he was outside Scully's door. His traitorous feet had brought him straight there, having memorized two days ago the way to her room, telling himself he was just trying to be thorough in his learning of the abbey.
Now here he was, listening to the sounds of her bath, his brain pounding and pounding. He saw his hand reaching up to the doorknob as though it were not his own. Guilt flooded his heart, but still he reached, closing his fist around the cool metal. Quietly, slowly, he pulled. Just enough so he could peek inside.
She stood, naked and beautiful, in the middle of a tin tub. She had a porcelain pitcher and she was pouring clear water over her shoulders. Her back was to him so that he could see her luscious bottom and the sensuous way in which the muscles of her back moved as she rinsed herself.
And her hair gently fell onto her shoulders, the tips wet from her bath. He was seeing it for the first time. He felt himself grow rigidly erect at the sight of her red hair. She had red hair. He supposed he'd imagined her blond, with silky flaxen tresses accenting her already justifiably virginal appearance. But how wrong he was. Her hair was red. So red. Hot red. He gulped back the moisture in his mouth before it could become drool.
She turned slightly, arms raised to pour more water over the last suds covering her slick skin. He saw the small but heavy curve of the underside of her breast, the dark rose nipple drawn into a point at its end, saw the water wash down over her breast, dripping off that stiff nipple (into his mouth), rinsing the white bubbles from the thatch of darker red hair between her thighs, down her legs.
Father Mulder was painfully aroused. It was a physical pain. It was an emotional pain. And most of all a spiritual pain. How could something so beautiful be wrong? How could such a gift from God such as she cause him to want to betray his faith so utterly and devastatingly? How could he be in the wake of such innocent beauty and be overcome with such an animal lust to lift her from that tub, carry her to her meager bed, and make the most careful love to her young, pliant, untouched body? He would take such good care of her. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides with wanting to go into the room and confess his love on his knees, begging her to just let him touch her, the arc of her throat, the dip in the base of her spine.... How could wanting to please her, to worship her, be wrong in the eyes of God?
Yet his was not to question. His was to believe, and believe he did. So it was just as he was turning away, tears welling in his hazel eyes, to go back to his room and weep miserably, that a scraping at her window caught his attention.
He saw and heard her gasp and turn to the sound as the pane of glass was lifted. She put the pitcher down on the floor and stepped out of her tub just as a man's head ducked inside.
"Father Krycek!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes darting from the man in her window around the room looking for something with which to cover herself. Finding nothing between herself and her visitor, she began slowly backing away.
"Good evening, Sister Dana Katherine," the man greeted her as he proceeded to climb through the window, landing finally on his feet and straightening to his full height. His voice was a low, gravelly caress, deep and hushed and oddly musical.
"Father Krycek," Scully said breathlessly. "What are you doing back at the abbey? What are you doing in my room?" Panic was steadily rising in her voice.
"Oh, I've come on a very important errand, Sister," he said with a winning smile as he began to walk toward her carefully. "I forgot to...*do*...something when last I was visiting your glorious house of worship. And I came back to rectify my absent-mindedness. Do you know what I've come to do, Dana Katherine?"
She shook her head in the negative, her eyes filled with fear, one hand now covering the triangle of hair between her legs and the other crossed over her chest, serving really only to press her delicious mounds together tantalizingly.
Father Mulder felt a searing heat begin in his chest, traveling quickly up to his head. He wanted to rush into her room, throwing this Father Krycek out of her window for scaring her this way, but then she would surely know he had been here watching her bathe. His mind was awhirl with guilt and indecision as he watched the Father advance on her. Yet still his erection had not flagged.
"Sister," the sinister Father began as she backed around the room and he continued his slow pace after her. "I've been watching you. I've seen what a good nun you are, my dear. What a wonderful servant of Our Lord. He is very proud of you...Sister Dana Katherine. Did you know that?"
She shook her head slowly, her eyes trapped in his.
"He wants to reward you, dear girl. For your service."
"He does?" she asked tremulously.
"Oh yes," Father Krycek persuaded, his voice like jagged silk. "Yes, and so do I. Do you know how beautiful you are, my sweet?"
She shivered and shook her head, rounding another corner and briefly stumbling as she continued backing away from him, instinct still winning against his words.
"Your beauty...is God given, Dana Katherine. Such beauty should not be hidden away from the eyes of others. Such beauty should be celebrated. Do you know what your one sin has been, Sister? Do you?"
"I have not liked Sister Therese's food," she answered quickly and honestly.
He chuffed out a laugh. "No, no. That's not a sin. Her oatmeal tastes like feet. No, your sin, my lovely Dana, has been keeping others from fully enjoying your beauty."
Father Mulder felt his pulse beat strong against the crotch of his pants and a trickle of sweat slide down his temple as he watched Scully's back bump with finality against the hard, stone wall behind her. She gasped.
Father Krycek reached out his hand and gently plucked her fingers away from their death grip on her shoulder, opening her arm out to the side, revealing her small, round, heaving breasts. He looked down and licked his lips.
"Such astounding beauty," he murmured. "God gifted you with this, Dana. Do you wish to displease Him with your ingratitude?"
She shook her head at this, a new kind of fear being born in her wide, blue eyes.
"Do you wish to displease *me*?" he asked, his face dipping down closer to hers.
"Then you'll do as I wish? Dana Katherine? You'll show your love of Our God in Heaven properly? How I instruct you to?"
She hesitated then, trying to bring her hand back to cover her breasts, but he resisted her and brought it back, pinning her wrist against the wall instead. "Do not tempt the Lord's anger, Dana," Father Krycek warned, his tone strong.
She gulped and so did the paralyzed Father Mulder.
"I'm just going to touch you a little," the man told her simply. "It's not wrong to touch another, is it? You touch my hand when I come to visit and we meet, don't you?"
"I place my fingers on your tongue when I give you communion."
"Yes, that's true," she answered. He stepped in a few inches closer and her breath got deeper and faster.
"This is no different, Dana," he assured. "God wants me to touch you. I'm only doing His bidding. And so are you." With that his mouth came down on hers and muffled her whimpering cry. He pried her stunned lips open with his and shot his tongue inside her mouth. Once there, he slowed deliberately, stroking languidly against the insides of her mouth and her tongue, withdrawing from time to time to re-enter in a sumptuous parody of what he would do later between her quivering thighs. At first, she stiffened, her body in shock with what he was doing, never having been kissed before. Then Father Mulder watched as she melted into it, her shoulders sagging, knees softening, mouth opening, a small moan uttered into his.
He brought is mouth away, leaving her breathless, lips puffy and parted, eyes closed.
"Didn't that feel good, Sister?"
"Uunnh....Oh...Oh yes," she agreed.
"Look at me," he instructed and her drugged eyes popped open. "Do you trust me, Dana? Are you willing to let me show you how best to serve God?"
"Yes," she gasped, eager to please him and have his mouth back on hers. Her hand had fallen away from her mons now, her modesty all but forgotten.
The Father took his hand from her wrist and unbuttoned his pants, drawing his rather large erection from their confines. He held it in his hand and implored her with his eyes to look down at it. She cocked her head to the side as she looked with interest and not a hint of guile.
"Have you ever seen a man's penis before?" he asked her.
She shook her head in the negative.
"Do you know what men do to women with their penises?" he asked, his tone tender, like talking to a child.
She shook her head again and looked up into his eyes.
"Oh dear Dana, this is going to be so much fun," he smiled and chuckled.
She smiled then, too, and laughed with him, obviously not having the slightest clue what he was talking about but not wanting to appear not to understand the reason for his mirth.
"Now the first thing we have to do is give these amazing breasts some attention." He looked down at them, his eyes sparkling as he took them in his hands and lifted them. Dana looked down at them, too, taking his cue to now appraise her mammary glands. "God gave you...one incredible rack," he sighed to himself as he licked his lips and shuffled his feet apart. "Say thank you, Dana."
"Thank you, Father," she obeyed looking at his hungry face, waiting.
He then swooped down and pulled a nipple between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, "Ooohhgaaah!"
Father Krycek's hand shot up to her face, covering her mouth sloppily, and he whispered against her wet nipple, his lips brushing it back and forth, "You have to try to be quiet, Dana Katherine." She moaned almost petulantly against his salty fingers but nodded. "Now, put your hands in my hair." She did as he asked and he began sucking on her tit in earnest. She restrained herself to several quiet grunts against the hand that was pushing against her face. Father Krycek's other hand held the breast he was so joyously attacking and squeezed at her virgin flesh.
He unwrapped his lips from around her long enough to ask, "Have you ever heard the word 'fuck', Dana?"
"Nooo!" she cried against his hand, more as a complaint against his mouth leaving her than an answer.
"Well, it means to give great thanks to the Lord. And I'm going to fuck you good."
Dana turned her head to the side, panting against the wild sensations coursing through her. "Father...? Father Krycek?"
He stood and took his hand from her mouth, leaning over her and placing wet, sucking kisses to her neck. "Yes, dear?"
"Oh, Father.... I'm afraid.... Um, there's something wet between my legs," she sighed with his oral caresses.
"Oh, that's good, Dana. That's very good," he cooed against her hot skin. "But maybe I ought to check and make sure. Do you want me to check you, Dana?" His voice fairly twinkled with his amusement.
"Oh, yes. Please check."
He looked into her eyes, planting one hand above and to the right of her head as he reached down with the other and stroked two fingers into her wet valley. She gasped, staring raptly into his face. He moved his fingers forward and back from her tunnel to her clit and made a serious face. "Hmmmm...how does that feel?"
"Oh my!" she exclaimed. "It's...it's....good!"
"Mmmmm, I'll bet it is." He leaned his face in toward hers again, his lips just glancing across hers. "Oh baby, you're so wet." And then he devoured her mouth again, simultaneously sinking his fingers into her. She opened her mouth on a loud gasp and froze. "I know, Dana. It hurts a little now, doesn't it?"
She nodded and whimpered, her eyebrows trying to climb up into her hairline.
"It'll be okay, you sweet thing. Just try to relax. God will reward you, Dana," he husked.
She breathed then, trusting, feeling the good, tingly sensations return. She instinctively began to rock her hips forward and back seeking more. "Shit, you're good," he murmured, his low, dark voice shaky now with desire for her. "You don't know how good."
She mewled and kept moving her hips even as he began moving his fingers, pushing and retreating, breathing into her mouth as she was breathing into his, their hot breath mingling as he stroked through her.
"You like this, pretty one?" he asked.
"Yeessss," she hissed, bucking now.
"You want more?" he coaxed.
"Yes, Father... Please, Father..."
He took his hand from between her legs and stood back watching her wilt against the wall. "Then you have to do something for me."
She moaned, a frustrated scowl coming across her face.
"Dana?" he warned.
She swallowed and nodded.
"Get on your knees," he commanded.
She immediately knelt down, her doe eyes staring up at him willingly.
He stepped in, opening his pants farther and pushing them down a little off his slim hips. "Now. This is called fellatio, Dana. It means to use your mouth to please the Lord."
She nodded, wide-eyed, staring up at him, wanting to be taught. He stepped in close, making her tilt her head way back to see him, his cock bouncing in readiness out toward her lips. "You're going to kiss my penis, Dana Katherine, just like I kissed your lips before. Do you remember how I kissed you, sweetheart?"
She nodded vigorously and his lips twitched at her enthusiasm. "Okay, good." He took her head between his hands and gazed down on her for a moment and she smiled blissfully up at him. Then he grasped his cock around the base and guided himself to her mouth. "Open your mouth, Dana."
She did, now looking at the tip of his dick as it came toward her. He leaned his pelvis in and slipped the head of his penis between her soft, waiting lips. She made a sound of surprise in the back of her throat but kept her mouth in an "O", letting him guide himself into her farther. He was only about a quarter of the way inside her submissive mouth when he stopped, breathing shallowly, his hand trembling around his girth.
"Now suck it," he ground out.
She looked up at him as she started to make small, careful sucking motions on the head of his pounding cock. His hand crept around to the back of her head as he closed his eyes and leaned a little more into her face, forcing her to take him in deeper, the next two inches sliding in, making her lips stretch into a wider "O" and a startled cry to muffle against his flesh.
"Keep sucking...suck me harder...." he whispered.
She obeyed, her little mouth working on him. "Not just your mouth, precious," he added gently. "Move your head."
She closed her eyes, breathing through her nose, and she started to shift her head forward and back, her lips tightly suctioned to him as he'd asked, taking him in as deep as she thought she could now, feeling him poke at the back of her throat. But she moaned deeply, happily, as she found a rhythm and slid her tongue experimentally against the underside of his warm penis.
"You were made for this," Father Krycek half-whispered, half-grunted down to her in awe. She hummed against him appreciatively and started moving her head faster, enjoying how she could make him sound. He gripped the back of her head tighter and started taking small thrusts, careful not to ram himself down her throat. "Oh God..." he groaned, feeling his balls tighten threateningly. Using a great deal of will power, he pulled out of her talented mouth, leaving her slack-jawed and dazed.
"Why...?" she started. "You stopped. Was...did..." Her eyes filled with fat tears. "Did I do it wrong?" Her face began to crumble.
"No!" he exclaimed, offering her his hand and pulling her up to her feet. He enfolded her naked body in his arms. "Shhhh, don't cry." He laid his cheek against her hair and her little arms wrapped tightly around him. "Little Dana. You did nothing wrong." He made a face she couldn't see, blowing air through pursed lips. "Not a thing."
"Really?" she sniffled against his shirt.
"Yes, dear. It's just time for the next part."
"For fucking me?" she asked, all innocence.
"Yes, love. It's time for fucking you." She turned her bright face up to his then and he smiled ferally down at her. "Now go lie down on your bed on your back. I'm going to take my clothes off. All right?"
She nodded and sniffed again and extricated herself from his arms to go lay herself down on her plain, white sheets.
She watched him undress, her arm thrown over her head and a soft smile on her lips. And then he came to the bed and stood towering over her small body. "Spread you legs for me, Dana." She did and he lowered himself down onto her. "Now, remember when I had my fingers in you before and it hurt for a second?"
"Mmm hmmm," she nodded.
"Well, it's going to hurt again, honey. More than that. But I promise it won't last long, okay?" As he spoke, he shifted and took himself in hand.
"I'm ready, Father," she stated with a quake to her voice.
"Good girl. God's blessings will rain down on you." Then growling, "I'm gonna make you come so hard!" Her confused look was replaced with one of shock and pain as he drove his cock into her to the hilt. Before she could scream, Father Krycek's left hand came down hard on her mouth again and his eyes burned with the glimmer of violence, so strong was his need for her. "What did I say?" She whimpered and shut her eyes, a single tear sliding down her face. "Hold still," he gritted out. "Give it a minute." She nodded and breathed erratically through her nose.
After several seconds, he felt her relax slightly beneath him. "Good...good...you're doing good, okay?" She groaned and wrapped her lips around his finger, teeth sinking slightly into his skin. "Oh, you're ready for me to move now, is that it?" he smiled. She cried out high in her throat and wrapped her arms around him, pulling at his body ineffectually, her need unfocused and blind.
Keeping his hand against her mouth, he supported the majority of his weight on the other and drew himself up, almost out of her. She sighed and he sheathed himself back inside with a quick, smooth push. Her eyes came flying open and she glared at him, her own arousal sparking an animal intent. "You like how I'm fucking you, Dana?"
"Mmm hmmm!" she moaned.
"Remember to try to be quiet, okay? It's going to feel really good."
She nodded sharply, impatiently, so he started fucking in and out of her sweet, hot body. It wasn't long before they were both moaning almost continually, hers deeper and darker than he'd imagined. He couldn't help wanting to hear more, so he removed his hand and let his face hover above hers, his hips working hard now to bring her off. "Tell me how you feel," he ordered.
"It tingles," she answered between moans. "It...'sgood. I'm happy," she finished simply and he looked down into her flushed face, her naive and beautiful face, to see that it was true. Her guilt had been effectively stolen from her and she was unguardedly happy. He started pumping her vagina full of his cock with renewed vigor. "Oh!" she exclaimed. He reached between their bodies and found her clit and began massaging it roughly. "Oh God!" she yelled and he pressed his lips down hard on hers, forcing her cries into his throat as he worked her little, writhing body.
Suddenly, it was too much, her mouth, her breasts bumping his chest, her wet warmth holding him, and he started to come, spurting into her with a force he'd never known. At the same time, he felt her muscles seize around his cock and flutter against his fingers. She was screaming into his mouth, "Mmm! Mmmm! Nnnnmmm! Nnnnnnnmmmmmm!!!!", and he was grunting savagely into hers as he rode between her thighs to the end.
"Tomorrow night. Leave it open, Dana," he instructed and she launched herself at his lips, tongue reaching out of her mouth to seek his, whining. He obliged her, hanging half in, half out of the window, kissing her fiercely one last time.
Father Mulder felt sick. His tears were dried on his cheeks now, but the trembling of his hands and lips would not cease. He turned from Scully's room, eyes rimmed in red, cock ramrod hard, and strode angrily back to his room. With each turn he made, his vision clouded more. How many tears must he shed tonight?! He'd just been the witness to the loss of his new and precious love's virginity. Her rape, even. For how could she have said no to that...thing when he called her love for her God into question? He turned her into a whore and made her think she was securing her salvation.
Father Mulder's stomach roiled as he reached his door, throwing it open and slamming it shut behind him. He fell to his knees beside his bed, head cradled on his arm as he wept. She was no less an angel to him, though. She was still so beautiful in his eyes, so innocent. It was he who was innocent no more, he thought sadly. His world was the one that was being destroyed now. And no amount of his tears could wash it away, the spectacle dancing across his eyelids of his Scully spreading her legs for that demon, of her taking his penis into her mouth. No amount of tears would stop him now from taking his aching cock out of his pants, from stroking himself wildly, his fist flying, tugging at his hard length as he pictured her moving under not Father Krycek, but him, his loving hands, his warm kisses.... He came against the side of the bed, his tears flowing freely as sobs against his arm.
And he knew he'd be back at her room the next night.
He crept like a petty thief along the outside wall of the abbey, knowing the time, the place, the intention. He felt sick again. Sick because he was excited, his penis already slightly engorged and half hard.
He ducked behind some bushes when he spied another shadowy figure creeping toward him in the dusk from the other direction. He waited and listened to the sounds of his footfalls against the leaves and grass, to the soothing lull of cricket song. He waited until he heard him raising her window and then he peeked his head over the top of the shrubs to watch him crawl into her room, scrambling over to peer inside when it was safe.
"Father Krycek!" she exclaimed, a beaming smile on her face, and she threw herself at him. She covered his face and neck with open-mouthed, groaning kisses. She was in a delicate, pale yellow nightgown with thin straps. It hugged her firm breasts and hips and ended above her knees. Father Mulder surged to fully erect at the sight of her.
Father Krycek's hands roamed possessively over her body as he spoke and received her onslaught of kisses. "You sure are feisty tonight. Are you ready to show me how you can worship Our Heavenly Father?"
"Oh yes," she sighed, small fingers working the buttons of his shirt lose and busy mouth trailing hungry kisses over his chest as it was bared to her. "I'm so ready to fuck."
He chuckled, remembering the definition he gave her.
"Did you dispose of your sheets as I told you, Dana?"
"Yes, Father," she answered.
"Good girl." He fingered the flimsy strap of her nightgown as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. "Now dearest Sister Dana, I thought tonight I would show you some of the many delightful ways in which one can worship." He punctuated his sentence by severing her strap with a hard tug of his finger and she gasped on a smile, rubbing her chest up against him wantonly, slyly pushing the fabric down to bare her breast as she undulated against him.
"Well, what do we have here?" Father Krycek said in mock surprise. "Is that for me?" She looked down at herself and back up at him. At her vigorous nod, he continued. "Is it? Well, why don't you just come over here with me..." He pulled her by the hand over to a wooden chair, taking a seat himself and tugging on her hand. "...and sit on Father Krycek's lap and let me see if I can get you to make that noise again that you made last night."
She wore a coy smile as she straddled his hips, hiking her skirt up. "But I thought I wasn't supposed to *make* any noise."
"Mmmm, the rules have changed." He grinned wickedly at her and then ducked his head to feast on her breast with its turgid, peaked nipple.
She giggled and threw her head back, her soft red hair falling in sensuous waves down her back. She started grinding her crotch into his, unabashedly seeking her release.
"Oh sweet Dana," he said around a sexy laugh and she laughed, too, her head still thrown back, mouth open in a smile as he slid his finger under her other strap and popped it in two much the same way as the other and her bodice came pooling around her waist, his cheeks hollowing as he pulled as much of her breast as he could into his greedy mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he hummed, slurping at her flesh as she wiggled. He took her hips in his hands, stilling her and let her nipple come out of his mouth. "Stand up," he ordered and she climbed off of him.
He stood slowly so that he was close to her but not touching. He fingered the thin material of her gown. "Where'd you get this?"
She said nothing, casting her eyes down. He tugged sharply and it ripped and fell at her feet making her gasp and look up at him.
"Doesn't matter. I like you better without it."
She was naked now and his eyes roved over her youthful figure.
"Put your foot up on the chair," he commanded her. She looked baffled, but did as he asked, propping her left foot on the chair seat to the side. "Are you wet yet?" he asked her. Dana reached down between her legs and ran her slender fingers through her folds, bringing them glistening up before him. He huffed an impressed laugh, knowing she had no idea how sexy that was. Then he grabbed her hand in his and, looking into her eyes, leaned down and took her fingers into his hot mouth.
"Father..." she sighed, tilting her head to watch him taste her. When her fingers were clean and she was panting, he lifted his head away. "I'm going to put my mouth between your legs now."
"Will it hurt?" she asked, brows creased.
"No, Dana. You're going to love this," he reassured her as he sunk down to the floor. He began kissing the tops of her thighs, enjoying how her young muscles jumped. "In fact," he said matter-of-factly between kisses, "if you like it...as much as...I think you will...mmmmmm, so sweet..." She giggled as his whispering kisses tickled her. "...mmm, when I'm not...here...you can probably get...Sister Jacqueline...to do it to you."
Dana sunk her hands into his thick hair and smiled down at him. "Sister Jacqueline would put her mouth between my legs?"
"I'm quite sure...she'd be...delighted to, my dear. Just make sure...no one else is around...when you...ask her about it, love. And I'll teach you...how to talk to her about it." Father Krycek then settled his hands high on her thighs, and pulled her moist lips open with his thumbs. "Now hold on tight."
He tilted his head underneath her and covered her sex with his mouth, extending his tongue up into her vagina. Her fingers pulled roughly at his hair and she breathed in a long, shocked breath, mouth open in a long "O." As she exhaled, a myriad of emotions crossed her face. Her brows crossed in disbelief, her eyes roamed over his head and watched his face as he began to eat her, her naive mind still trying to grasp what he was doing, that it was even possible. She blinked slowly several times, her mouth still open, and then her eyes closed of their own volition and she groaned.
She opened her left knee to the side more and bent the other slightly, both opening herself and pushing down onto his face. He laughed against her in appreciation, never stopping his work. She had just begun to make slight thrusting movements with her hips when she came.
"Aaahh!! Nnnguuh!" She drove herself repeatedly down onto his mouth, instinctively sensing that the increased pressure would make it last longer. "Nnnnggggmmm!!!"
As she began to wilt toward the floor, Father Krycek stood up and gathered her in his arms, smiling, his chin moist from her. "You *were* ready."
She grinned up at him and then her eyes fell to focus on her own arousal coating his face. He watched her think it over, his eyes widening as she did indeed finally lean her face in and reach her little tongue out and lick her juice off him, tasting herself. He watched her swallow, her eyes shifting as she examined the flavor. Then she looked up at him almost fearfully.
He smiled down at her and she relaxed. Then her eyes dropped to his jaw again. Once more she leaned in and this time she placed her lips open against him and kissed her essence off of his face. She kissed all around his mouth, becoming greedy for it, grunting and humming and finally capturing his lips with hers, kissing him deeply, rolling her tongue around his, already addicted to her own taste.
He broke the kiss, out of breath.
"'sgood," she enthused, breathless as well.
"Yes, you do taste good," he smiled. "Now I'm ready to be in you."
"Me, too," she whispered looking up at him with those damned wide eyes again.
Father Krycek shifted so he was holding her from behind, hands at her waist, and he bit her earlobe. "The table. Go bend over it."
Her breathing sped up and she did as told, walking on shaky legs to the round, wood table and laying her torso over the top of it, her breasts flattening against its surface, her ass in the air.
The Father walked up to her backside, eyeing it hungrily. He mumbled so that she couldn't hear, shaking his head in wonderment, "Heavenly Father, thank you for this fine piece of ass."
She looked back at him over her shoulder and he started to unbutton his pants. He took himself out and came up behind her close. He insinuated his foot between hers and nudged them apart, kicking lightly at her until she had her legs spread. He could hear her panting breaths and see how she was gripping the smooth table top.
"No. Not like last time. Promise," he told her. "Lift your ass for me, love."
She went up on the balls of her small feet, tilting her pelvis up and back, opening, a tiny whimper escaping her.
He soothed his hands over the soft globes of her bottom, licking his lips, and then he pressed his pelvis against hers, letting his cock squish in between her lips. "Unnnghh," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head before his lids closed over them. "You *are* Heaven, my dear. God, and I'm not even inside your sexy little body yet."
"Please..." she cried, squeezing her eyes closed.
He then lined himself up, his hands holding her shapely hips. He was so hard he didn't need his hands. When the head of his dick was tickling at her opening, he pushed steadily forward, stretching her wide as he watched himself disappear in her.
He was close to tears, feeling his pending orgasm coil his belly tight. "Aw, shit, Dana. Shit, shit, shit."
She was whining and mewling, waiting for him to move in her. He had to hold still. He was too close. He was so close. If he so much as looked at her, he was sure he'd lose it. But he looked down at her anyway and started to withdraw, pulling his cock almost all the way out then driving back into her with a grunt. Again, he pulled his hips back slowly only to slam back into her, making the cheeks of her white bottom quiver with the impact. A third time, he pulled out, seeing himself glistening from her juices, and he thrust back inside with enough force to scoot the table along the floor a half inch. She grunted.
"God, I'm too close," he breathed, re-gripping her hips and shuffling his feet in closer.
And then she was pleading with him.
"Please, let me....please, let me....I want to feel it...."
With a growl, he started fucking her. Hard. "Do you...feel...that? Huh? Do you?" He was gritting his teeth, sweating, his face red, hair in his eyes.
"Yesss! Oh, yeh-heh-hessss!" she cried.
"Oh God!" he yelled when her tight canal got tighter and her climax sparked his. "Jesus!! Oh, Jesus, Dana!"
His hips were flying into her as he came. He lifted her ass up, her stomach coming off the table and her feet off the floor. He let her legs dangle, let her hang onto the table for dear life, as he bucked in and out of her, until he was emptied in her completely.
He lowered her hips then and fell across her back. He laid his cheek between her shoulder blades and they breathed for what seemed like days. When his pulse was under control he lifted off and out of her and tucked himself back in his pants. She slowly pushed herself up off the table and turned to face him. He reached his hand out to palm her cheek.
"Now I want you to get ready for bed, Dana Katherine."
"I'll be back tomorrow night. All right?"
She nodded against his hand.
"Good." Then almost as an afterthought, "And don't tell anybody about us, okay Dana? This is our secret. They wouldn't understand because they are not as devout and pious as you, my dear." He leaned in and brushed a light kiss across her forehead. "I have to go. Remember to say your prayers."
"I will," she promised.
And as Father Krycek picked his shirt up off the floor and prepared to go, Father Mulder backed quietly away from the window and scurried back to his room.
He woke up hard for her and went down to join the nuns for breakfast. He doubted he'd see her. He hadn't since she'd... It was probably best that way. He'd leave in twenty-four hours and never see her again. It was best. He couldn't live this way, wanting her so much, knowing she was near but unable to have her. He'd complain of a headache at breakfast and spend the day in his room, leaving early the next morning. Leaving her.
A single, heart-broken tear slid down his face and he wiped it away fiercely, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent the storm of sorrow he felt throbbing in his chest and throat. Just one. More. Day.
He entered the banquet hall with his eyes down, heading over to a long table and taking a seat hurriedly. The meal couldn't be over with soon enough as far as he was concerned. He was unfolding his napkin when she sat down beside him on the wooden bench.
"Father Mulder," she said warmly, a smile in her voice, and he couldn't look at her. Couldn't speak past the lump in his throat. "I'm so glad to see you. I've looked for you, but you're always busy."
"There *is* work to be done...Sister Dana Katherine," he choked out.
Her hand came down on his thigh and he drew his breath in. "I thought you were going to call me Scully," she reminded him shyly.
"I'm sorry. I'd forgotten." He chanced a look up at her and she removed her hand quickly, busying herself with her napkin in her lap.
"It's okay, Father Mulder," she said looking back up at him, her cheeks flushed pink and when his eyes met hers she flashed him that wonderful, bright smile. His heart hurt from it. She was so beautiful, and the open admiration in her eyes, her obvious and sweet little puppy dog crush on him, only served to further frustrate his soul and starving body. His cock twitched and he found himself thinking that he could have her. She looked up to him. He could take her like *he* did, taking advantage of that guileless spirit of hers. He drew in a ragged breath, his eyes dropping to her lips now relaxing into a delicious part as she gazed on him. And then he tore his eyes away, digging his fingers into his thighs.
"It's time to say grace...Scully."
"Uh huh," she murmured, still looking at him. He wouldn't even last a day if she were to continue to unconsciously flirt with him like that. He linked his hands as the Mother Superior led them in prayer. As his eyes were cast down, he noticed how Scully scooted just a bit closer to him. Their legs were almost touching. Their elbows were.
"Amen," the Mother said.
"Amen," they all replied.
And then she scooted closer to him as they unlinked their hands and took up their utensils in preparation of the meal. Now their thighs were in perfect alignment, nestled against each other and their shoulders nudged as they passed the bowls of food down the line. He felt a line of sweat break out under his hairline and added another silent prayer to the Lord to let him get through breakfast without coming.
It was so sweet, such a potent aphrodisiac, how she was trying to be subtle but was so plainly attempting to get closer to him, to get to feel their body heat combine. He listened to her rapid, little breaths as she helped herself to some bread. He wondered if her heart was beating as quickly and strongly as his. He wanted to lay his hand on her heaving breast to feel it....
It took everything in him to choke down his food. He ate as quickly as he could without making himself sick. Every second of her warmth up against him made it more difficult. Every time she spoke to him -- "How are your eggs, Father Mulder?" "Would you like more milk, Father Mulder?" -- was a test of his will. He heard her whimpering moans in his head, remembered how she cried out when she was being...penetrated. How she looked and sounded when she came. He was hard as steel for her.
"Are you all right, Father Mulder?" she asked. "You're trembling." And then she placed her hand on his thigh under the table. Her fingers wrapped around his inner thigh so unbelievably close to his erection that she *had* to know what she was doing. She just had to! He gasped and she squeezed his leg. When he looked at her, her eyes burned him. She couldn't disguise the lust there. Lust for him.
He jumped up from the table. "I'm sorry. I really need to...tend to something," he finished. Ignoring how it must look to be leaving the meal before anyone else, he strode out of the room. His penis was absolutely throbbing. When he got to his room, he almost didn't have time to rip open his pants. He came with no stimulation, standing in the middle of the room, head back, howling as he spurted his cum into nothing.
It was midnight and he was packing his things. He knew they were together. He didn't think he could take it, being there again, seeing it all. He loved her. On this last night, preparing never to see her again, he finally had to really admit it to himself. He was deeply, madly, terrifyingly in love. And he had to leave. Tonight.
He had precious little to pack and was finished in ten minutes. He wrote out a note to the Mother Superior and to Sister Francis thanking them for their help and hospitality and pleading with them to understand that he had to leave early and he couldn't explain why. He took his small bag and the note and crept to the Mother's quarters, sliding it beneath her door.
He was at the front gate, the full moon shining down on the cobblestones when he stopped. Three more steps and he'd be gone. He'd be moving on. So why was he not moving? The same love that propelled him away from her made it almost impossible to really go.
He decided he had to see her one last time. He had to. And so he crept back to the side of the dormitory and tip-toed along until he came to her tellingly open window.
He heard her before he saw her.
"That's...good...like...that..." He could tell he was already inside her.
"Maybe..." he grunted, "but perhaps..." Father Mulder poked his head up to the window in time to see Father Krycek flip them over so that she was on top of him, sitting prettily on his cock.
"Ooooh," she cooed. They were on the floor, naked. She rested her hands on his chest as she started to bump up and down on him. Father Mulder could only see her back and Father Krycek's smug face as he watched his protégé impale herself on him slowly. Father Mulder watched his eyes take in the surely seductive bounce and sway of her breasts, watched him look down to where her clit ground against his pubic bone when she sank down and rocked it forward each time.
"Father Krycek..." she asked, "why can I not tell others of this?"
"I thought I'd already told you that." Then his eyes narrowed and he asked, "Why? Is there someone you want to tell?"
"Maybe," she allowed. "I just thought..."
He lay there, letting her keep her pace slow, letting her build. "It's Father Mulder, isn't it?" he asked placidly.
She stilled on him, looking down at his face.
"You didn't think I knew?" he asked, smiling.
Father Mulder held his breath, feeling his his blood firing through his veins.
She shook her head.
"Dana honey, keep moving," Father Krycek gently demanded. She obeyed and he kept talking. "I know you want him. It's all right with me. I want you to want him." Then, "Go faster." Her breath hitched as she complied and her own arousal heightened.
"You know what else, Dana?"
"What?" she sighed.
"He wants you, too." She stilled again. "God, would you *stop* that?" he admonished.
"He does?" She sounded hopeful and small.
"Jesus, Dana, of course he does! Do you want to ask him? He's right outside the damned window."
Father Mulder froze as she turned her head and saw him. "Father Mulder!" she exclaimed brightly.
"Come on in, Father," the smug man on the floor said with a crooked grin, looking around Scully, his arm propping his head up.
"I..." he stuttered, sick. He couldn't run away because he just couldn't live with himself, with knowing she *knew* and he'd never get to say he was sorry, never get to explain that it was *love*. And he couldn't go inside. How could he *possibly* go inside?!
"Father Mulder," Scully tried again. "Father Krycek says that you wish to do to me what he does to me." As she spoke, the other man's hands came up to hold her breasts and she leaned into the touch. "Do you, Father?"
He groaned. His body was practically screaming in the affirmative. "I...Scully..."
"Is that what he calls you?" Krycek asked her, tweaking her nipples.
"Uh huh," she whined at his touch.
"How sweet. Weird. But sweet." Then to him, "Now get in here and get. in. here." Father Mulder gasped and Krycek raised his eyebrows at him once. "You *know* you want to. She wants it, don't you honey?" He pinched her nipples and she moaned beginning to move on him again. "So what's the problem?"
"I can't," the Father whispered, tears glimmering in his eyes. "I can't," he repeated even softer.
"Oh, I think you can. And I think if you don't, you'll live the rest of your miserable life in an extraordinary amount of pain. Knowing she's out there somewhere, getting fucked by someone, maybe me.... But never you. So what's it going to be, Father? Pain? Or pleasure?" On the last word, Scully circled her hips on him and he breathed the word almost in a growl.
"Father..." Scully then cried softly. "Please come. Please come in. Please..." And she looked back at him again, pleading with her wet, blue eyes.
Father Mulder felt his will dissipate into nothing and felt longing and lust take its place. He swung one leg over the window sill and then the other, finally hearing his boots hit the floor in what seemed to him his final betrayal of all he'd previously held sacred. The tears filled his eyes.
"So," Krycek began conversationally. "It seems we're in something of a quandary now that you've actually decided you have balls enough to do this."
Father Mulder's hands were shaking. He felt light-headed.
"I guess I *could* let her up off me and deny myself so that you can take her." He paused as if in thought. "But I don't think that's entirely fair. You could use her after we're done, but I plan on wearing the poor girl out, so it may not be as good for either one of you. Oh who am I kidding, you've been celibate so long, giving the shriveled, old Mother Superior a poke would take you to the heights of ecstasy." Scully laughed at that, girlish and unaffected, as she rolled her pelvis over the sadistic priest's. "But I don't think I really want to just hang around and watch you two. Not my idea of a night well spent. No. I think you need to just have her while I'm having her."
Father Mulder's brows pulled down over his stormy eyes. His voice was no more than a tortured, tear-filled choke. "I...I don't understand what you mean."
"I *think*, Father Mulder, that you have to take what you can get," Krycek elaborated, put out. "And what you get, my friend, is this fine young woman's delectable ass. Now either you get your cock in there while I finish off in here, or you don't get any at all. Doesn't that seem fair, precious?" he asked the innocent Dana.
"Mmmmm...so...he'll be in me, too? How can he?"
"I'll be happy to show you, dear." He smiled wickedly at the good Father who had now become quite ashen. "Lean forward on me and spread your legs a little more."
She cast a shy look back at Father Mulder and then obeyed, opening her knees and laying her upper body across Father Krycek's chest. He reached down to where they were still connected and slid his confident fingers around her slit and himself then reached around her backside and stroked down between the already spread cheeks of her ass.
"Dana honey, Father Mulder is going to put his penis inside you, here," he said, circling his index finger around her tight anus until he was able to sneak the tip in, covered in her abundant juices. She and the good Father gasped together and Krycek looked up to see the other man's face. His eyes shined with tears brimming and hanging precariously on his lids. He cast a glance down at his crotch to find him very hard, his thick cock obviously straining against his pants. He kept his eye on his crotch and slid his finger the rest of the way into Dana's ass. Father Mulder's cock twitched excitedly even as he gulped back his revulsion. Krycek looked back up into his eyes; they were now trained on him and if looks could kill....
<You. Want. This.> Krycek mouthed and was rewarded by the parting of the other priest's generous lips and a barely audible whimper. Krycek laughed cruelly and began to finger fuck Dana's opening slowly.
"Baby, tell me how it feels." She was completely still straddling his lap now and her breath was loud and stuttering.
"Feels...like... I don't know."
"Do you want to know what Father Mulder's penis would feel like in you, Dana?" he asked tenderly.
He reply was instantaneous. "Yes!!" She lay her head down, her cheek against his chest and breathed against his neck through her mouth.
Father Mulder sucked in a quick, aroused breath at that, his hand cupping his erection of its own volition. He watched Father Krycek insert a second finger into her and watched her back arch like a cat being petted. "Oh god..." she moaned, her pale bottom quivering as he opened her.
"Move on me again, baby," Father Krycek demanded, his voice a low, sultry murmur against her hair. "I love the way you fuck."
She started pumping carefully on his swollen length and he used his fingers in counter point to her timid thrusts, entering her ass when she lifted off his cock.
Father Mulder started stroking himself through his pants, his teeth grit in his anguish as he watched them, watched the Father prepare her for him. Father Krycek added a third finger and she grunted against his neck, biting at him. "Hurt?" he asked.
"Not...much..." she answered between delicate grunts.
Father Mulder's face contorted into a sad, sickened scowl as the first tear rolled down his cheek and he started to touch himself in earnest, milking his penis, pulling at it almost roughly, needing it to be her.
"I think you're going to have to tell him, Dana," Krycek gritted between harsh breaths. "Tell him what you want."
"I wuh-want...I want...him," she cried desperately, fucking the other man's cock slow but hard.
"Do you want that cock stuffed into you?"
"Yuh-yessss," she hissed.
"Tell him. Tell him you want him to stuff his stiff cock up your ass." He said it looking at Father Mulder's sad eyes, studying him.
"I want you to stuff your stiff cock up my ass," she whined against the priest's throat, finally looking back at Father Mulder at the end. "Please..." she said, her eyes begging him as she continued to move.
"God..." Mulder breathed, awe-struck, appalled, hard, ready.
He ripped open his pants with a growl, spittle glossing his full lips. He took himself in hand and fell to his knees behind her. He took Father Krycek's hand and tore it away from her, his fingers coming out of her now more relaxed opening. He thanked God for that at least as his tears ran freely down his face now. He grabbed her hips, stilling her before she could slide back down the other priest's cock. "I luh..." he choked, sniffing, near sobbing. "I luh..." He couldn't get the words out, wanting her to know how very much he adored her but feeling how wrong it was to tell her that with what he was about to do. He felt so dirty, so wrong, and he was throbbing with a hot, angry want. He placed his cockhead at her anus and pushed until it was inside her. He squeezed his eyes shut, two more tears falling fast down to the corners of his mouth, then opened them again and looked down at her sweet, previously untouched, unabused bottom as he clenched his ass cheeks and drove home.
"Scully..." he wept. "God, Scully..."
He pressed into her hard, pushing her down on the other Father's penis. He fell forward and held himself above her with his hands planted on the floor. He breathed, his face turning red with the effort not to come, not to scream. She felt so good. She was hot like a tunnel of silky fire. And she was so tight it was almost painful to him. She was shaking below him, against him. He was in her. Holy God, he was in her.
"Father Mulder," she cried out and he saw a small tear trickle out of her eye. In that moment he hated himself. In that moment he pulled out of her.
And then he pushed his way back inside her.
Once again, his thrust pushed her down onto Father Krycek's erection and they both moaned with pleasure. He started pulsing his hips forward and back, making her grunt with each penetration. He laid his head on her slick back, temple between her shoulder blades, tears salting her skin. He could smell her soap and her arousal.
"Father...Mulder..." she whispered. "Oh, Father Mulder...." She seemed incapable of any other words, but these were uttered with such feeling that it felt like a caress to his skin, like her sweet, soft hands on him, loving him.
He nuzzled her back, feeling her hair brush against his face as she lifted her head, throat arching in ecstasy. Father Krycek moaned beneath her, but he barely heard it. His ears buzzed with the blood rushing through them and suddenly it was like her breathing was inside his skull. Only the sound of her breathing as he fucked her. Loved her.
"Scully..." he whispered, almost unaware of the incredible physical sensations, of the burning along his shaft, of the coiling tightness of his testicles, of the release he knew was close. He listened to her precious, blissful sighs and time slowed. He turned his lips down to her spine, felt her movement against them, the sweet rub of her back creating a kiss where he intended none to be. His lashes were damp with his sorrow, his regret, and he whispered his confession against her skin.
"I love you."
He blinked and leaned down to place a single, open mouthed kiss to her back, sealing his words. He looked up to see her turning her head. Hearing her breath he watched her turn to look back at him, so slow. He held his breath, moving against her like the lapping tide.
"I love you," she whispered.
And then it was like time started again and he was pushing into her too forcefully as he came without warning, arching his back and jerking against her, crying out, "Aaaahhh!!! Oh God Scully!!
She came then, too, lifting her ass up and back into him, receiving his cum, his last stuttering thrusts as he finished sheathed in her ass. He thought he heard Father Krycek gasping and cursing, but he wasn't sure with all the blood still rushing around in his ears. He could still hear her tiny voice -- "I love you."
He caught his breath, eyes wide and red, not quite believing he'd heard her say those words. Not knowing what else to do, he lifted himself off of her, pulling out and she whimpered. "I'm sorry," he whispered, voice raw from crying and from how his climax had ripped from his cock through his belly and out his throat.
She crawled off of the spent and out of breath Father Krycek and turned to him. He hurriedly stuffed his softening penis back into his pants, hastening to button them, sitting back on his heels, when he felt the calm touch of her fingers on his.
"You're trembling again," she told him softly.
He left his top two buttons undone and looked up to see her face, not knowing what to expect so expecting nothing. Her eyes were incredibly warm and shining. Her lips curled up in a gentle smile and her head tilted to the side. His eyes dipped to her flushed chest, dotted with a few girlish, brown freckles. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Her nipples made his mouth water.
He looked back up into her face and saw that her sparkling smile had widened into a toothy grin. She walked on her knees toward him until their bodies were pressed together. She held his hand down by their sides. Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, holding the kiss for a long, heavy moment before sighing her lips open and entreating him to do the same with her tongue. He groaned and closed his eyes and opened his mouth, feeling her tongue swoop in to lick and taste him. He joined in her explorations and let his tongue slide against hers, feeling new tears at the back of his eyes. She hummed into his kiss and melted her breasts to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her soft, small body and she tilted her head back to let him take her mouth where he wanted it to go. She let her fingers wind around his neck, into his hair, thumbs brushing against his jaw. He groaned then, lost in her, amazed by the power of the sanctity of this moment.
And then he had to go and talk.
"God, you two are so precious I just want to regurgitate my supper."
Dana broke their kiss to look up into Father Mulder's eyes. She was wholly unaffected by Father Krycek it seemed. She reached up and touched her fingers lightly to his lips in quiet awe. And then she shot him that killer smile again before turning around and looking down at Father Krycek. He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"I know, I know. You love him. It's wonderful. Yeah, yeah, yeah."
She blushed and looked down, still smiling. Unable not to smile.
"God, I gotta get out of here before I'm totally and irrevocably corrupted by this sap." He got up off the floor and started pulling on his pants, looking for his shirt. "Aha," he said, spotting it. He just had one arm in when there was a vicious knocking on the door. Dana jumped.
"Sister Dana Katherine, open this door!"
It was the Mother Superior.
Everyone froze, looking at each other.
"Sister? Do you hear me?" They heard keys being jingled and sorted through.
"Whoa," Krycek muttered, slipping his other arm into his shirt and swiping up his shoes. "Have fun, you two. Really. Have a wonderful life together. I'm out of here." He was halfway to the window when he paused in his tracks and came back, grabbing Dana up off the floor with one arm around her shoulders. He pulled her in roughly and captured her lips in a fast, strong, wet kiss. Her startled cry died in her throat. Father Mulder couldn't even protest before the arrogant priest's lips tore away from hers and he waggled his eyebrows at her. "Too fucking sweet." Then he looked at Mulder and grinned. "You're welcome." And with that he was out the window two seconds before the Mother Superior burst in.
Her eyes swept over them, Father Mulder still on his knees, pants half undone, and Dana standing naked in front of him. "Oh Dear Lord in Heaven!" she exclaimed, crossing herself quickly. Then, "Out! Out I say!" The Father stood hastily. "I don't want to see either of you even near this holy place ever again!" She turned her back then. "Get your clothes on, child, and leave out the window with this...bad, bad man. I don't want the other sisters witnessing...this." She waved her arm back behind her.
Father Mulder watched as Dana's face fell. Looking at her Mother Superior's back, she crumbled, naked and shivering, the tears falling fast from her shocked eyes.
"But Mother...why, Mother? Why?" She was sobbing and the Father moved to put his arms around her.
"You have sinned in the eyes of God, child. You must ask His forgiveness. But you cannot stay here. I won't allow it. You have to go, Sister Dana Katherine. You do not belong here anymore."
"No.... Please. I don't want to leave, Mother. I don't understand," she sobbed, Father Mulder holding her up. "Why can't I stay? What have I done? I don't understand!"
"Go," the Mother whispered sadly.
Dana couldn't accept her banishment, pulling in Father Mulder's arms as he tried to move her. "But Mother.... Why? Why is it a sin? I love him!" she wailed. "I love him!"
The Mother turned around quickly then, angry sparks flying from her eyes as they pinned the quaking girl. "Do you love him more than your God?" The words hung heavy in the room, unanswerable. Dana's mouth opened and closed, tears glistening her lashes.
"Leave," the Mother demanded, her voice shaking with her own barely contained rage and hurt. "Don't ever come back."
Father Mulder helped Dana gather her clothes and put on her robes as best she could, weeping all the while, then with the Mother Superior still standing in wait, they crawled out the window and into the night.
They'd gotten to a pay phone and he'd called someone from the church to come pick them up and take them back to his little, subdued apartment across the street from the Church of Eternal Peace where he gave sermons every other Sunday and led classes three days a week for the soon-to-be priests. As they waited, he held her. Her sobs from before had turned into small, aching hiccups and a periodical shivering as she leaned in against him, weak from her shock.
"Shhhh," he soothed into her hair. "It'll be okay. It'll be okay."
The car picked them up and he held her in his lap on the way home, rocking her little shell-shocked body as she cried silently, clutching at the front of his shirt, balling it in her tight fist. He thanked the discreet driver when they pulled up to the curb in front of the non-descript brownstone, and he led her up the steps, into the small apartment building, and down the hall to his door. He let her into his humble living quarters and she walked to the middle of the living room, clasping her hands together in front of her, afraid and unsure in these new surroundings, totally at a loss for how to continue outside of the familiar and secure confines of the convent.
Father Mulder came up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She twitched but then sighed and relaxed as he came up still closer, squeezing her shoulder. She leaned back against him and laid her head trustingly on his shoulder.
"Would you like to change into something you can sleep in?" he asked.
"Yes, please," she answered.
He left her standing there and returned with one of his large, flannel pajama tops and a pair of his pin-striped boxer briefs. She looked at what he held out to her and gave him a watery smile. "You want me to wear your clothes."
"It's all I have," he said sheepishly then added, "But yes, I'd like to see you in them. Is that all right...Scully?"
She nodded and took them from him and started toward his small bedroom to change. "Wait," he said softly. "Would you...like to take a bath?" he asked. She didn't turn to look at him but nodded. He walked past her through the bedroom to the bathroom, hearing her follow behind him. He plugged his bathtub and started the water, sitting on the edge and checking the temperature from time to time. When he had the tub full, he got up and turned to her. "Do you need anything else right now?" She shook her head sadly and he reached out and touched her cheek with the tip of his index finger. Her face scrunched up in preparation of more tears and he groaned, hurting from seeing her hurt. He pulled her into his arms. She cried again against his chest and he held her tight.
"I know." He stroked her back in large circles. "I know, Scully."
She sniffed and lifted her head, looking up at him. "Thank you."
His smile was ironic as he gazed down at her. <Yes, thank me for ruining your life, Dana.> But he didn't say it, just kissed her forehead and walked to the door. "Take your time. I'll be right in the next room if you need me."
He paced as he listened to the water splashing occasionally in the bathroom. He paced as he heard her stand up and step out of the tub, drying herself. He wrung his hands as she changed clothes.
Finally she came out of the room, having also found a brush with which to untangle her hair, and it hung damp and dark down her back. She looked too amazingly good in his over-sized clothes, he thought, and he let his eyes travel over her body before excusing himself to go to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it with a sigh. Then he pushed off of it, going to the sink where he turned the water on, very warm, and soaped up a wash cloth. He pulled his pants down and began to clean off his dick. He was already partially erect again from seeing her in his boxers, how she had been holding them discreetly so that they wouldn't fall off her small hips. He quickly ran the cloth up and down his length several times, feeling the intense flush of shame thinking where last it had been. Poor, poor Scully. She was the victim and yet her eyes showed nothing but trust in him, nothing but the purest adoration. He rinsed the soap from his half-hard cock and dried himself, then readjusted his clothes and walked back out through the bedroom to the sitting area, taking a breath. They had to talk. But first they had to eat.
He smiled weakly at her sitting on his couch, hands primly tucked in her lap, before he walked to the kitchen and started making them turkey sandwiches. "Do you like apple juice?" he asked, looking around at her.
She nodded vigorously and he smiled to himself. He loved when she did that. It triggered a protectiveness in him he never knew he could feel. Unfortunately, it also made her even more desirable to him. Why, when faced with her innocence, was his response to want to do something to totally obliterate it forever?
He poured her a glass of juice and brought her a sandwich, before going back to retrieve his own. They ate in the pre-dawn quiet, listening to the sparse traffic as it drove by going who knows where. When they were done, he took her plate and set it on the coffee table next to a pile of dusty books.
"Scully?" he asked and she kept her eyes lowered. "Dana?" She looked up at him and he could she the fear cloud her eyes. "Tell me what you're thinking." He laid a hand over her own in her lap and she looked deep into his eyes, seeking answers.
"Why did the Mother Superior make us leave?" Her voice quavered slightly over her sadness and incomprehension. "Why did she call you bad? Is what we did wrong? Am I...bad?" she finished.
"Oh, Dana," he sighed and touched his hand to her face. "You could never ever be bad. You never did anything wrong. I want you to know that, to believe that."
"Then why...I don't understand, Father." She began to cry, the fat tears welling in her eyes and slipping down her cheeks.
He pulled her in and placed his lips against her forehead, then held her to him, her face in his chest and his chin atop her head as he rocked her back and forth. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She sobbed into his shirt. "I had to leave my *home*! I don't have a *home*. I was bad. She made me leave..." She hiccuped. "...because I'm bad. I'm bad." She kept repeating it, believing it more each time and crying harder into him. It broke his heart.
"No. God, no, Dana. Please don't. Don't cry. You're so good. So good." And he choked on his words as he began to cry, too. He pulled away and kissed her face, hoping that if he kissed her enough it would erase the tears. He kissed at the corners of her mouth. Left, tasting the salt there. Right, leaving his moist lip print. Left, and she turned her head so that his mouth fit securely over hers. She held him there with a hand to the back of his head. He opened his lips and felt hers gasp open, too. He felt them tremble as her tears had not ceased, but then her tongue touched his bottom lip and he crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her wet and hungry, wanting to forget everything in the kiss, to make her forget.
"Please," she whispered against his lips and then moaned when his tongue pushed into her mouth again. He tasted the soft insides of her cheeks, feeling her encouraging fingers pressing into his hair, and he moaned at how perfect it felt. How right. His doubts started to die away. This couldn't be bad. The love he felt for her was beautiful. She was beautiful. He had to make her see.
He broke away and took her face in his hands. Her eyes searched his. "I love you, Dana. No love, real love...is ever bad."
She seemed to melt at his words and she sighed, "I love you, too."
He leaned his face into her neck, nuzzling her, licking at her, almost unable to restrain himself but needing to make sure. "Dana?" he asked.
"Mulder. Just call me Mulder."
"Mmmmulder," she breathed and his cock jumped.
"Scully...I want to make love."
She shivered involuntarily as he licked beneath her ear, his hands holding at her waist.
"I want you to feel how much I love you...how I worship you. Will you let me love you?"
She whimpered as he slipped his warm hands beneath her shirt, touching the bare, sensitive skin of her stomach, sides, and hips. She nodded and wrapped her willowy arms around him as best she could, squeezing, saying yes with her body as loudly as she could, scooting into him, turning her lips into his neck as well and sucking on the tendon, making him grunt and hiss. His hands rode up her sides, pushing the shirt up with them. He groaned and kissed her earlobe as she kept kissing at his neck, biting at him. Her hands came down on the top button of his shirt and she started quickly unbuttoning him, humming against his flesh, her hungry little mouth moving across his throat then down the middle of his chest as she ripped his shirt open and down his arms. He threw it away, impatient to be touching her again, and then brought her face away from him.
He went to work unbuttoning her -- his -- shirt and she went to help him, starting from the bottom up. Their fingers met on a middle button and briefly fought over the rights to it before, with a gentle tap and a small smile, he shooed her away. He then looked into her eyes as he stroked his left palm lightly down the side of her face, down the inside of the shirt, over the top of one breast, inside it, down her ribs and stomach, and then he reached around behind her, fitting his hand to her lower back and letting the shirt open on that side. It slid across her nipple, baring her to his eyes and she gasped, but he didn't look down. He continued to look into her eyes. He snuck his other hand under the fabric at her shoulder and pushed the garment off her arm, following it with his hand, opening that side as well and baring her other breast. She was breathing fast, looking into his eyes. And then his mouth lowered toward her face, her plump lips. He held his mouth over hers, sliding his right hand from her arm to her waist, raising it so slowly up her body. As he neared her breast, she became more and more tense, waiting for his touch.
Finally, he cupped her and she let her head roll back on her shoulders. He held her upright with the hand at her back and just watched her, thumbing her nipple back and forth lazily. She moaned as he toyed with her lovingly.
He brought his lips to her ear. His voice was getting thick with his arousal, but he wanted to keep himself under control. He wanted to make this about her, about making things okay for her. "I love touching you." She mewled softly in the back of her throat and he pressed his thumb in on her nipple to make her do it again. She did. "I love the sounds you make." He was losing his grasp on his will power quickly with every noise she made, every arch into his thumb. He was breathing heavily into her ear. "God, I want you..."
Without thinking, he used his body to push her down onto the couch on her back. He reached down and into her boxers, threading his fingers into her slick-covered curls. She hissed and bucked her hips involuntarily. Some part of his brain still functioning properly told him to slow down, told him he was straying from the task, that he was going to end up doing more harm to her fragile state of mind than good. But that part didn't stop him from sliding his fingers out of her shorts so that he could pull them down and off of her. It didn't stop him from fumbling his cock out of his pants or then from pushing her thighs apart and settling himself between her too-soft legs.
She was panting then and thrashing her head. He started to pump between her swollen lips, taking one leg in his hand under her knee and lifting it up to open her, planting his other forearm next to her head. He looked down at his own, large, aching dick as it ground against her submissive sex. He felt his hands clench, one fisting nothing, the other closing too hard around her leg. His brows drew down over his eyes and he looked back up into her face. She was whispering something.
"Father...Father Mulder...Oh, Father...Fahhh...."
Her calling him that again brought him up short. New tears sprang to his eyes and he dropped his head to her breast still throbbing with need against her beautiful, red-pink sex. "What am I doing to you?" he asked himself, pained. "God, what have I *done*?"
She lowered one arm, stroking through his hair with a slightly alarmed look on her face. It contained more than a hint of frustration. "Why are you stopping?" She felt his tears wet her breasts. "Oh, Father. Why are you crying?"
"You're not the one who's bad, Scully," he said, shaking against her. "I am. For this. This is not what you neeeeeeaahhh!!!"
On the last word she had taken him into her hand and put the head of his cock against her entrance and then tilted her pelvis up to help bring him inside her. She took his face between her hands then, lifting it. "I don't need you to love me?"
She reached one hand around to his ass and tried to push him gently into her. "Be in me," she whispered. When he still hesitated, trying to breathe through his arousal, she reached lower, between his legs, and pressed against his balls and the underside of his penis, trying to push him in herself. "Mulder..."
At the sound of his name and the feel of her hand on him, he sunk into her with a loud groan, sheathing himself in her welcoming heat. "Oh yes!" she cried, wrapping her legs around him and sliding her hand hard up his back and into his hair to join her other hand. "I love you. Feel so good. Love you..."
He cut her off with a kiss, her wet, whispering lips just begging for his to taste them. And he started to move in her. They moaned into one another's mouths and he opened his eyes from time to time to see her face, to make sure he wasn't dreaming this one. She was real. And she loved and wanted him.
He slowly stroked inside of her, licking at her tongue, feeling her lick back. She ran her hands back down to his clenching ass and squeezed at him. He began moving faster, loving the feel of her walls hugging him. She broke the kiss, throwing her head back and bringing her hands up to grip his biceps.
"More," she begged. "So good. Mmmmmnnnuuuhh..."
He reached between them where they were joined and manipulated her clit with two fingers, teasing it back and forth as he buried his face in her neck, breathing roughly into the curve of her throat.
"God yes," he growled when she started to shake, orgasming powerfully the instant his fingers touched her there. "Give...it...to...me," he snarled into her little ear as she quaked and cried out. The contractions around his cock were too intense and he howled in surrender as he followed her into his release, shooting long, hot jets of cum into her. "Scully! God!"
Her orgasm came to an end and with a deep breath she turned her head to watch his face as he finished in her. Her eyes took in his grimace, the way his veins stood out on his forehead and his neck, how he looked like it actually hurt him to come in her. She touched her fingers to the side of his tense face in awe and smiled slightly. Then he collapsed on her, breathing fast still, his hand trapped between their bodies, pressing warm against her still pulsing clitoris. She continued to look at him, petting his hair as he caught his breath.
"Dana..." he finally murmured into her shoulder.
"Mmmm," she answered as though too tired to actually move her lips.
"Are you...all right?"
She didn't answer. Just lifted his face with her hands and guided his lips down to hers. Her kiss was undemanding. Her lips just pressed against his and moved over them lazily, making small, moist noises in the slate grey dawn. When he gently pulled his lips away, she hummed contentedly.
"You taste like apples," he told he softly.
"You taste..." she started, thinking. "Good." They both smiled.
"I'm crushing you," he said finally after they'd lain together for several long moments.
"I like being crushed by you."
Still, he slid off of her, having already slipped out of her, and to the side to where his back was against the couch cushions and her back was against his chest.
"Wait a minute," he told her unnecessarily as he awkwardly shimmied out of his pants in the narrow space, jostling her as he pulled and tugged, finally throwing them to the floor. He pulled an old, green and purple afghan down from the back of the couch and across their bodies and pulled her close.
"Dana?" he asked.
"Do you want to sleep here?" he asked, meaning the couch.
She took his hand in hers and held it in against her body. "Forever. I want to be here with you forever."
He smiled. "Then you will be."
And they fell asleep as the sun came up.
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Author's Notes: This story would not have been finished without the help of my wonderful, sexy, loving Satina. She went above and beyond the call of duty in the realm of content beta'ing. The Sc/K rolled off my fingers and onto the screen with no problems. It took the slash goddess to help salvage my floundering MSR. Any grammatical/syntax errors are my own, thankyouverymuch.
Thanks also to David for his encouragement. This story is better because of you, because I try my best to give you the best smut and best MSR I can.
Thanks to you all for reading my work. :)