Sweet Sacraments

The High Priestess of our Coven was still alive, but barely so. She had narrowly escaped the village after healing one of the farmer's daughters of her illness. They had chased her out after a catholic priest came out of nowhere and declared that these under-populated lands would no longer have to rely on the services of us witches in the woods. Someone had taken an arrow and pierced her through the back near her heart as the crowd turned on her. She managed to run to us and explain everything before collapsing at our hideout home. Those sons of bitches', monks or Friars, whatever the hell they were, couldn't do shit for these poor sick villagers. It was our priestess who saved the farmer's daughter and many others, not God or his minions. It was her and us who were these villages' saviors and yet they all quickly betrayed us for this pompous religion.

Us witches in the woods could do anything under the sun with our combined powers. But Catholicism had now taken over in these parts when we thought we wouldn't have to worry about it in a long time due to how secluded it was.

We were lucky for a time to have avoided persecution knowing very well that other covens and witches had been executed. But those carefree days were over.

I have lived here in the coven since turning eighteen in the gentle, small mountains of the French countryside nestled into the deep heart of the thick forests. I am now twenty-one years old. Before that, I was working as a maid in a nearby kingdom but was banished once they had discovered that I was not Italian but a mixed breed result of a love affair my trader father had committed with an Asian woman on his travels. Both were dead and I had kept the secret well hidden until it was discovered after my father's death. Banishment was a lucky thing as I could have been killed as the king did not like foreigners let alone those of nearby countries. I was soon found by my High Priestess as I was travelling east of France coming across these lonely lands filled with small villages and farmhouses.

Things had only begun to grow worse for our coven as we soon discovered through our High Priestess' dying words that the friar priests were settling in. They were building their monastery near our coven just a few miles away. This meant danger for us and our sisters. We didn't suspect them of knowing where we were, but they were too close for comfort.

"What shall we do?" One sister had cried out as we surrounded our dying high priestess. The Eldest Sister shooed us away from her body.

"Our priestess has put me in charge." She turned to us. The Eldest Sister told us it was time for me to make a virgin sacrifice. I was a virgin myself and thought I would remain so forever. My sisters in our coven also had sworn off men though some of them had already experienced the love of a man. Many of them turned to the coven out of spite once finding out their lovers had cheated on them.

"She may not survive the week, let alone tonight. Here is our plan. We must gather ingredients to salvage her as much as possible. I will conduct a spell on her. This spell won't work unless we have the blood of a virgin."

We all looked at each other.

"But Elder Sister. We are banished from the villages. How can we find a virgin to sacrifice?"

The Elder Sister paused and then said. "We could take any virgin. A male even."

"There are plenty at that friary nearby." I said.

But the Elder Sister shook her head at me. "It's too dangerous. You stay away from that place. All of you. Tonight, we will make a plan to journey to the secluded areas of this land to find a virgin daughter or son from one of the farms."

I thought this was a silly plan for it would take much longer to venture out into the secluded farms when we had a goldmine of virgin men only a few miles away. We slightly outnumbered them too. We had about sixty women and they had about fifty men. I thought with all the magic potions we had we could easily subdue them if we had planned thoroughly. And because of the deep hatred I felt towards the friars and what they had done to my priestess I felt compelled to kill two birds with one stone. Revenge and a sacrifice to heal my priestess.

One of my favorite things to do in these woods was to walk naked, collecting items for spells and potions. I had actually ventured out to the friary already weeks ago doing this as they were building. I had reported this to my priestess later on but she didn't seem too worried and mistakenly thought that the villages would protect us just as we had done for them. Clearly, she was wrong.

I was warned not to go back there by my Eldest Sister. To not take a virgin male from the monastery nearby. And she said it's not like I could. I had seen a few men from the village that stopped by the friary for whatever reason. But I didn't want to take a male from the village. The men there were rough and most of them were already married and bred out by their wives. And I doubt any of them were virgins or even their teenage sons for that matter who often fucked village girls closest to their age.

The men at the friary weren't armed. There were no guards as they thought they were too far off the path to run into bandits but close enough to the village to call for help by their bell tower.

One day when I had crept up a hidden tree that overlooked their garden in the back filled with a variety of red blossoms, I saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life.

He had caught my eye as I spied on the friars from the trees. He was in their luscious garden of red roses, carnations, and red poppies. They had assigned him to gardener role I assumed as he was always alone there tending to the buds of the flowers and cutting them up in bouquets for funerals and parties for the village.Despite my hatred for the friars, I think I hated this one the least. He was the youngest of them and had this delicate sweet look to him when he tended at the roses and poppies that I secretly adored. Just this mere glimpse of him in the garden was enough to make me keep coming back secretly for the next few weeks. I observed his every move, most of them showing a tender and kind heart. There were these stray cats that would hang out at the gate and sometimes he would leave them a bowl of milk and pet them gently as they lapped up each drop. When villagers came by with their children, he would give them all flowers and even sing along with their childish songs. Though the songs were juvenile I could tell he was musically inclined and had a beautiful voice and that he cared deeply for innocent beings.

I loved seeing him tend to the blood red roses, watching him finger the silk petals carefully to avoid the thorns. There were plenty of handsome men among the friars. But to me he was perfection in human form. His wavy locks of hair were black flames in the sun, almost as black as my hair. His skin got darker each time he stepped out into the garden, tanning him into a rich brown that I found much more beautiful than my own pale skin. His eyes were wide and gentle, and they reminded me of paintings of angels' eyes I had once seen at the castle. I hadn't stood close to him yet, but he was very tall compared to me. Everything about his face I loved from afar: his mouth, his nose, his face shape. My insides became very warm whenever I saw him. It almost made me believe in his God. His blood would have been divine in a sacrifice. The Eldest Sister didn't understand that I needed him. His blood and no other man's. I had planned an attack on him. To take him and drag him back to our coven.

I noticed in those weeks he sometimes took a stroll out to the stream to sit and meditate. It was far enough to not be heard if he were to scream out. He did this every Sunday before the afternoon bell rang.

The day I planned to bring him back I rose early that morning and went out to the tree where I could easily watch him. I stole the arrow from the Eldest Sister's hut that nearly pierced my High Priestess's heart and dipped it in poison that wouldn't kill him but would knock him out and make him too weak to move for a long while. Just as I peered out, I saw him coming out the back door into the garden only this time his face slightly red. Another friar soon came out from behind him and started raising his voice. The beautiful black-haired friar spun around and raised his voice even louder. Though he was furious from the sounds of it his accent was lovely, but for some reason didn't sound entirely French. Most French speakers lived here but his sounded distinct and more exotic. Before the shouting between the two men could grow louder an older friar stumbled out and stepped in between them, turning his attention to my targeted friar. The friar who had antagonized him threw up a dismissive hand and left, leaving the dark-haired friar and the older man alone. The older friar's hands were now pressed down on his shoulders as my beautiful friar had his eyes lowered to the ground with fists so tight I could see his veins straining out.

I had no idea what conflict was going on, but it seemed as if the older friar was on his side. I leaned back into the tree and watched the old man talk him down some more before patting him on the back and leaving him alone in the garden. My nameless friar took a deep breath and looked up into the sky, his eyes welling up with tears, but none spilled out. Then he turned to the roses and poppies, working for about an hour until the bell rang. Once the bell rang instead of going back in he went out the gate and into the woods.

I thought this was strange as he didn't usually go out around this time to the stream but this was my chance now.

I crept as quietly as I could down the tree and made sure not to fall behind so soon. He was already far down the path where the friars went to meditate near the stream. I took out the poisoned arrow that had pierced my High Priestess. Just a little jab and he would be knocked out. I knew I wouldn't be able to carry him, so I planned to leave him where he fell and come back with the sisters as quickly as possible to fetch him.

When I finally got to the stream he was nowhere in sight. I became confused again because I had never seen him break his routine. But before I could realize what was happening, I felt something snatch the arrow from my hand. I felt a pierce at the side of my neck and then everything went to black.

I woke up in a plain room. Plain beige walls and a simple wooden bed near a dusty window where at the windowsill lay a knife. My wrists were slightly numb, and my blood pulsated dullishly through my veins. He was slightly smacking my face. I looked into his eyes for the first time. Brown eyes like mine, more expressive, and soft, but deep like you could fall into them forever. His finger traced my lower lip as if I was one of those roses he tended to. His face was even more beautiful up close. I felt as if an angel had found me. But he was no angel as I would soon find out.

I drew in a deep gasp to let out a cry, but he pressed my lips shut with his palm. I tried to break loose, but he had me secured on a hook with the rope. I could only flail my elbows, though my legs were free.

"Not another word." He slowly said, his dark gaze keeping me locked in. "I know you're a witch. And I know you live out in these parts."

How did he know such a thing? My body was jolting to run up out of there. I needed to flee and go back to the sisters and warn them that I had fucked up.

"But don't worry." He said even more softly. I felt him slip a finger inside me. Suddenly I could feel how hot my pussy was around his finger as it rimmed my insides. I narrowed my eyebrows at him, absolutely bewildered at what he was doing.

"I'm not interested in exposing your whereabouts. No need to with what I intend to do with you."

"What?" I said between his fingers. He squeezed tighter.

"You obey me as my personal slut, and I won't reveal where your sisters live. That's the deal." His voice was firmer this time but still in a hush. My mind went blank as we both stared at each other, his finger still circling the growing wetness inside me.

I cocked my head to the side, gazing at his robe that reminded me of his position and where we both were. My lips half-heartedly curled into a smile.

"Aren't you a man of God?" I replied almost mockingly.

There was a flit of annoyance on his face after I said that, but I didn't break my gaze from his. He pushed another finger in as if it were his response to my impudence. I was tensed up at the pressure of my hole stretched out by them. He took his two fingers and arched them deeper into me. I gasped and he immediately clasped a hand to my mouth. My clit was throbbing against his thumb.

Everything was happening so fast. I was a virgin. Should I let him know? Was he a virgin? He should have been. He was supposed to have taken a vow of chastity. Had being in the friary broken his horny mind so much that he couldn't take it anymore? Clearly, he had seen me naked around the woods probably with some lustful eyes. He must have planned this from the moment he saw me.

Before I could think of what to ask he tied a cloth around my mouth from his pocket. I think if I hadn't been stabbed by that poison arrow, I would have had the strength to run and scream out of there. But I was too exhausted to move from the ties he put on me.

He stepped back, looking up and down at my body that hung like hunted game against his wall. I felt a flood of shame wash over me. I was well fed and thick in places I felt I shouldn't have been like my stomach and ass and thighs. But his eyes burned into my body like he was either looking into heaven or perhaps even hell. He stepped forward finally and roughly grabbed at my thick flesh, slapping at my skin and grabbing it, making parts of me jiggly violently in his hands. He lifted my chin as if to kiss me and then saw the cloth he had tied around my mouth. I could see for a split moment he thought to remove it to feel my mouth on his but then thought better of it. His lips were dark pink and kissable. He bit his lower lip while turning my head to get a look at my neck. It was there he kissed me first. He left a hot blow of his breath at my skin before tenderly biting and sucking at the soft part of my neck bone. I swallowed hard, feeling the tingling sensation electrify me. I had no idea what this man was capable of, but he was so beautiful that I almost didn't care what he did to me at this point. I wanted his lips on mine. But the cloth remained tight around my mouth as his mouth explored further down.

He took my right breast and suckled on my hardened nipple that I hadn't even noticed was fully erect. I drew in a muffled breath and jerked away, but it made him suck harder. He gulped at the other breast making sure to attentively make it as hard and erect as the other. His tongue then dragged down my soft stomach until he was on his knees facing my unshaved pussy and with his fingers, he slightly parted my slit to find my engorged clit aching for it to be stroked again. Instead of his fingers this time he dove into me with his tongue. I jerked forward in shock and he used both hands to straddle my hips. His tongue moved deliciously back and forth and swirled around. I thought I would go mad at the feelings of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn't tell him I was about to cum. But I was sure he could feel my orgasm in his mouth because just as I came, he pressed his tongue harder on my clit feeling every thud against it. I was panting. He stood up and wiped his mouth. I thought it was over for a split second, but then he slipped out of his robe, the heavy mound of clothing falling to his feet as he stepped out of his sandals. I was taken aback by what had been hiding underneath that obnoxiously large robe he was made to wear. His body was tight, lean, and his dick was huge with a bulbous curved head. I admired how similar our pubic hair looked, dark and neatly loosened over our sexes. He grabbed my legs and hoisted me up harder against the wall, my knees nearly touching the wall. And despite me being a virgin his dick slipped in without effort with only a slight pinch of pain as he entered his full length.

There was no gentleness for my first time as I had always imagined. He was pounding me so hard the crucifix above was clanking loudly. He quickly grabbed it and chucked it onto his bed before continuing to drive himself into me as hard as he could. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his dick slid in and out. He seemed to lose all fear of anyone hearing us. But I couldn't hear anyone out in the hall anyway. All I heard was the distant choirs of irregular singing and his moans in my ear growing steadily louder with each thrust. I had no idea about his schedule or the other friars other than when he came into the garden. But it was long past that time. He must have known this would have been the perfect time to fuck me.

A few moments later his drenched forehead was pressed against mine, our eyes perfectly aligned to stare at each other once more. My tits were so pressed against his chest that I could feel his slight heartbeat over mine. I don't think he and I could get any physically closer. His heat was overwhelming me, killing any chills left on my body from being naked. He smelled like the earth, and it only made me want to spit out the cloth so I could breathe him in even more.

His dick head was slamming into the most tender bit of my cunt honeying with more wetness. An eruption of my own cum was about to squirt all over him. I could feel my pussy getting wetter down there with every thrust.

"I'm going to cum." He whispered into my ear just as I thought this, his face now pressed to the side of my face, his mouth agape faintly salivating at my cheek. He was like a feral animal at this point, but I felt like one too but was too constrained to show it back.

I knew he shouldn't cum in me even though I had herbs for any accidental pregnancies, but I felt myself about to come too and didn't care in that moment. I wanted to tell him to cum deep in me, but instead I squeezed my eyes shut and let my orgasm take over.

I didn't have to tell him to release inside me as I could feel another gush of warmth fill me, overpowering the former heat caused by his cock going in and out. His cum was bathing the deepest parts of me. My pussy was convulsing so much I had hot tears forming out the corners of my eyes. I felt his hot breath and body sticky against mine. His muffled grunting as he came for several more seconds made me cum even harder a second time. My body arched in his arms and he held me tighter in response, shushing me as my cries became so loud the cloth no longer softened them. His pleasure felt like mine. I could feel him pulsing inside me in rhythm with my milking orgasm. Our orgasms were heartbeats in sync bouncing off each other until the other was weakening into relaxation.

He pulled out and our cum flowed out down my thighs and onto the floor. His face was as sweaty as mine and he had to take a few deep breaths before looking at me. I was trembling and now hanging so heavily from the ropes that my wrists were bright red from the constriction. He untied them, letting them fall to my lap. I was too weak from the orgasm to even think of running now that I was no longer numb. He grabbed at my hair, lifting my head to meet his eyes again. He ripped the cloth off my face.

"Lick the cum off the floor and my feet. I'm not supposed to be sinning with whores like you. Get rid of the sin."

Without hesitation I licked the tops of his feet where droplets of our cum landed. I tasted the salt of his skin and cum and swallowed it greedily onto my tongue. Once it was all up in my mouth I looked up at him again taking notice of his still rock hard cock coated in our white frothy cum.