She met him as a child, he raised her like his daughter...until she fall in love with him. She was the princess of a kingdom, betrothed to another strong king. He was a young priest, swore to only love god and never touch or even think about any woman. 
 Will he be able to resist that love and temptation, and stop himself from doing the greatest sin? Did she ever get the love she wanted? Or will she be trapped in a loveless marriage? 
And will society ever let them two together or the pure love will be treated as a sin?
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I chuckled hearing his answer, he was talking like a possessed man, without any emotion. I already knew I was going to get rejected by him, but still, I tried...
He is a priest after all and had years of experience in resisting seduction. What was I even thinking when I decided to tell him my feelings? 
“ Sure Father, I won't get late”, I replied and turned around as I get the worst idea of my life. I can't be more shameless, can I? It's all worth it though...for him, I have no shame. 
My heart was pounding, and my whole body was shivering because of fear. Was I really going to do this? Hell, yes. 
The soft silk gown fell from my body when I removed it. My long golden-brown hair was hiding my back but still, it was outrageous to stand naked in front of another man, and it was even more sinful if that man is your father!
I saw his lascivious gaze when I turned around after sitting in the bathtub. The rose petals were hiding my body, but my bare shoulder was still visible. 
It wasn't even allowed for me to reveal my full face to anyone, but here I am, naked in front of a priest.


Worship and Desire

As I entered the rectory discreetly like some thief, I'd been thinking that whether I should use this sleeping herb or should I talk to him first. I was thinking, Father might be reading the bible, or chanting his night prayers, or eating...even sleeping but never in my mind, I could think of this, could think of seeing my strong father kneel on the floor with his back filled with deep wounds, blood gushing out from his body like a river flowing from the mountain, his flesh ripped apart from his bones, but still, that harsh whip was slapping against his back, he wasn't stopping, he wasn't flinching and whipping himself as a man possessed, over and over again like he was punishing his body for a thing he couldn't even understand himself! 


Chapter 38: Micheletto