A Sinners Desire Ch 01

Author's note:

This one is a bit different than the others, as I wanted to branch out and experiment a bit with different species of monster girls.

If there's anything that can add to my stories that you would like to see, please feel free to get in touch. I will see what I can do to improve!

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"Father, forgive me for I have sinned."

Reverend Seymour Richards bowed his head as he sat with his hands crossed, a soft smile crossing his face as he readied himself to offer his best to console and comfort those in need.

"What troubles you my child? Speak freely, and be honest."

"Father, I... I have commited the sin of.... I-"

"You don't have to be formal. Tell me however you please."

A pause, as the hesitant male voice rose a bit, with clear relief. "Er, yeah. Well, I got really upset with a cashier today. I was at a...."

Reverend Richards leaned in a bit, hearing the youth on the other side freeze mid sentence. He shook his head as he furrowed his brow. "Yes, a cashier at a certain shop. If it troubles you, you don't have to speak of where."

"Sorry! It was... at a curiosity shop. I wanted to check into this new store in town and see what my friends were talking about. But it wasn't like any shop I've ever seen. They sold weird stuff there. Books my friends bought on...."

"Child, was this the magic store? The one that opened not too long ago?"

Silence. Richards nodded solemnly as it confirmed what he had suspected. "It goes without saying where the church stands on such things, but I commend your honesty child. Thank you for trusting us to speak about what troubles you."

"I... you're welcome? But I haven't told you where I truly sinned yet Reverend."

"No, indeed you haven't. But we have time."

"Yeah, well, I guess.... I really don't think I do have much time to talk about it right now actually. But well, I wanted to ask forgiveness for going to the store, and for obtaining special services."

Richards frowned. Special services? What exactly went on at that store? He may have to look into just what kind of practices happened there.

"You are forgiven child, but do stay away from that establishment if you can."

"Uh, heh, yeah sure."

Reverend Richards heard the young adult shuffle out of the confession booth rather quickly after that. Something about the way he ended that seemed.... off. He was certainly distracted, that much was certain.

In fact, it seemed as though this were preemptive.

Richards sighed as he leaned forward in his chair. The box was certainly not roomy, but it did allow him some maneuverability.

Another one going through the motions. He smirked as the guilt hit home for him. He knew a thing or two about going through the motions. He really only did this to be more of a counselor than a preacher.

Still, it hurt that they felt nothing towards genuine confession. He felt a bit sour for it. Perhaps he was doing something wrong. Was he too lenient? No, he really did offer a genuine hand to those with a guilty conscience. And there were those that were grateful for his shoulder to lean on.

"Father Richards?" A familiar deep voice came from the other end of the booth. "It's almost time for you to take a break."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was nearly 5 o'clock Reverend Daniels. Will you be taking over?"

"Actually no, tonight they are making some changes to the booth. It will closed off for the night."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware of any changes. Just what are they exactly?"

"Well Father, it is quite a strange request, but one that the congregation seems to unanimously want, but they want the wall seperating the father and member to be transparent."

"I thought that the wall was to retain privacy? So that nobody would feel as though someone such as myself would judge them?"

"It was Father, but it seems that most people have come to want more connection. Between you and me, I think they may be right. There's something more genuine when you can decide to see the person behind the curtain."

"So it doesn't have to be closed off? I see... Then I am truly grateful for this addition. People should feel welcomed here. And it would be my pleasure to accomodate"

Daniels smiled as he opened the door behind Richards, motioning for him to leave.

"For such a young member to be so steadfast and willing to serve.... You are going to make a huge difference in many lives."

Richards shook his head, a tinge of guilt hit his heart as he spoke. He... had some areas to work on in his faith. But that was sure to come in time. Patting Daniels on the shoulder as he went by. "I.... thank you, but I don't think I deserve that much praise. Now, I need to go out for a bit. Will everything be ok here?"

"Of course, I'll see you here tomorrow. I'll make sure things are ready for you."

Richards nodded as he walked through the cathedral, down the center aisle. He felt truly happy in those moments, but still.... that last confession weighed on his mind.

He had to make one last stop before heading home.

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The night air was a bit chillier than he had expected. He had changed out of his formal wear into something a bit more casual, but he had forgotten to pack a coat. The morning prior was deceptively nice, and he really should have known better.

Still, it did help him blend in a bit. And it would be a bit of a scandal if he were seen going into a magic shop alone.

"The Scarlet Gypsy." Read across a board in varying colors on a slightly run down building. It was recently renovated, but it still clearly needed some more work, as some of the exterior was noticeably falling apart. Richards could smell a distinctly flowery aroma coming from inside.

This was definitely the store. He had heard rumors through the staff at his church, but he had never actually been inside one. Under most circumstances, he wouldn't have cared to.

But something weighed on him. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more here. Something he needed to investigate.

Swallowing, he stepped forward into the building. The door jingled as he mustered a bit more confidence. The walls were painted all manners of colors, with shelves lined with books on one end, knick knacks lining a couple of aisles, and various candles and incenses with kits and trinkets on display.

"Good evening sir." A feminine voice echoed from behind one of the shelves. "I'll be up front in just a minute."

Richards cleared his throat as he looked for the receptionist's desk. Finding a register, he leaned forward, getting a closer look at what was on display in the glass case underneath. Old creepy looking necklaces, bracelets, and other paraphernalia lined shelf after shelf. He didn't feel quite right as he browsed through them, like he was out of his element.

That was, until one caught his eye.

It was a strange ruby, surrounded by an ornate oak, lined and adorned with scrawlings and symbols. It stood out from the rest, drawing his gaze into it as he leaned closer to get a better view. It was marvelous to see, expertly crafted, and flawless. He felt his heart beat loudly as he closed in, practically pressing his face against the glass to see it.

It was a thing of pure beauty.

"Sorry for the delay, welcome to the Scarlet Gypsy! I-oh." The voice cut off as Richards shook his head, trying to remember why he had come to begin with. Looking back up, he extended his hand instinctively.

He felt his words catch in his throat as he saw who was speaking to him.

A beautiful woman standing just shorter than him with black hair cascaded on one side of her head and down her shoulder stood just as stunned as him, eyeing him as he did her. Her soft and cute face soon blushed as she extended her hand to meet his. Sparks shot in Richards mind as she touched him, waking him up to the present. Coughing slightly, Richards regained his composure.

"Ah, yes, sorry, I didn't mean to impose, I just came here to check out some things."

"Oh, that's just fine by me. I mean, yes, erm, feel free to look around. Is there anything I can help you find?"

Richards' eyes slowly drifted back down, lingering just a tad too long on her midriff, making him blush a bit, before readjusting his gaze down to the counter. "Oh uh, no no everything here seems just fine. I was..."

Wait, why was he here again? Something about earlier today... Something about confession. Yes that was it!

"Was there a young man that came here not too long ago? Perhaps recently?" Richards regained his composure a bit as he pretended to browse some of the other wares.

The woman's expression soured a bit. "Oh that one. The leader of his little posse. Well there was a group outside, but only a couple came in, and the boy was a bit rude. Only other customers I had today. Please tell me you aren't with them?"

Richards paused. "I'm sorry, did something happen?"

"Oh no no, nothing major. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a big deal out of it. Besides, you came here for something to help you out right?"

Richards frowned, leaning in a bit. "It's ok to speak plainly. I would like to help where I can. Is there anything you would like to talk about?"

The woman paused, a tender smile forming on the corner of her mouth as she laughed. "Well, if we're gonna talk a bit, then we may as well be introduced. I'm Vera. And you?"

"I'm Seymour Richards. You can call me Richards though. I go by that more often than not."

"Seymour Richards...Hmm, Seymour...." Vera put a finger to her chin thinking, her green eyes glinting at some hidden thought. "Well, let me get you a seat. And something to drink. Do you like tea? Ah, who am I kidding, who

doesn't

?"

"Oh no, I shouldn't impose. I'll be fine. But thank you for the seat."

Vera smiled, turning to head to the back. Richards mind quickly jumped back to her touch, as he felt a tinge of wistfullness hit him. She really was stunning.

He chuckled to himself.

Desperate as always for connection. C'mon man focus. She's waaay out of my league.

Much like that ruby. That was something that tugged at his mind too. He found himself slowly returning back to that middle shelf.

Getting eye level with it again, he realized it was a bit.... brighter than last time he saw it. Or maybe it was a trick of the light. Looking back, he saw the sun shining through the glass as the sun set. No, it was a trick of the light. It couldn't have just gotten brighter out of nowhere.

"Here we are! Hope this will be cozy enough. I'm still new to the town, so I don't have more than a few seats to spare." Vera came back out with a simple cushioned chair, lining it up against the wall. She leaned over to push it against one of the shelves near the candles, and Richards heart skipped a beat as he saw just how short her skirt was. He quickly averted his gaze, out of modesty and embarassment for his growing arousal.

"You

suuure

I can't tempt you with some of my world famous store bought sweet tea?"

She poured a pitcher out from underneath the counter, where Richards noted a fridge door. She pulled a red plastic cup out, shaking it in front of him while waggling her eyebrows.

"Heh, no, no thank you miss Vera. Even though it

is

quite tempting." He laughed to himself as she mock pouted, before pouring her a glass. "So, about the other customers....."

Vera sighed as she pulled the stool out from behind the counter, patting the chair for Richards to sit in as she leaned back.

"Yes... them. Well you see, the young man came in not too long ago and he tried to make off with one of my products without paying. Well, I mean, I guess he and his gang did end up taking one of them."

"Wait, you mean to tell me that a young man came in just a bit ago and, with help, stole something here?" Richards brows furrowed in anger as he realized just what had happened. The boy had came in just to justify his theft! "I... ergh, no I'm sorry, it's nothing. Is there any way I can help repay that?"

Vera's eyes narrowed for a moment as she cocked her head. "Repay? Oh sweetie, I wish more people were like you around here! But..... you didn't take anything. Besides, it's not like I can't just make another."

"No ma'am, it's the principle of the matter. I.... well I'm actually a father at the church down the road. I came here because I felt something was wrong. Now I realize the error in my judgment."

"Ahh, so you're the one that..." Vera spoke softly to herself, grinning as she bit her lip, before quickly snapping back to reality. "The error of your judgment? What do you mean?"

"I apologize, I wasn't sure if I should be open about private matters, but it seems I was duped. I thought the young man from before had done something to shake his faith here, and it appears he had none to begin with. I feel a bit responsible for his actions, so I will make amends where I can. So, if you would please tell me what he took, and I will try to pay for it."

Vera smiled mischievously, looking to the shelves in the glass case up front. She crossed her legs, exaggerating a bit as she thought out loud.

"Hmm, a good natured man willing to 'make amends'.... well how can I say no to that. But I'll tell you what, it's almost closing time here, so give me the night to sleep on it. Do come by after your work is done 'father', and I'm sure I'll have thought of something by then. Sound good?"

Richards chuckled, leaning forward off of his chair. "Sure, sounds good. And once again, I'm so sorry about that. And if it suits you, you are always welcomed to our church. Unless you would prefer otherwise."

Vera raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward as well, looking directly into Richards' eyes. "You're awful open minded for being a pastor, aren't you? Can't say I'm used to that."

Richards blinked a couple of times as he rose from his seat, walking towards the door. "Yes, it's something I hope to change, at least in this community. We all have a path, I just hope to help where I can. Do have a good evening Miss Vera."

"Sleep tight Richards. I'll be seeing you soon."

Richards exited the building, smiling as he felt the cool air hit him. Turning to see her go back into her back room, he felt his heart flutter. The door shut slowly behind him as he saw the lights begin to turn off inside.

Almost by accident, he saw the business hours for the store. Open 11 AM-8 PM Monday-Saturday. Checking his watch, he saw that it was 6:24 PM.

Weird. She said it was almost closing time....

Richards shook his head, turning back down the road and towards his car. Nevermind that, he had to find out just how much money he could spare. He did feel responsible yes, but being able to pay was another story. Especially if the boy had stolen something of considerable value.

Sometimes he wished he thought before he spoke.

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Richards returned to his relatively empty home, hanging his car keys on the wall and turning on his tv. He shook his head, yawning as his day came to a close. His cat leapt from his table, winding between his feet purring as he scratched behind her ear.

"Hey Layla. *Yawn* Missed you too. Keep the house safe girl?"

Chuckling as his cat excitedly went to the food cabinet, Richards opened up a can, grabbed himself some chips, and sat himself down to watch whatever he could. He felt a pressure building behind his head as he felt a warmth begin to grow. The warning signs of a headache, probably from lack of sleep.

Sleep tight Richards.....

He jolted his head back up, shaking his head. He could've swore he just heard Vera. He really was tired tonight. Blinking a couple of times, he looked back at the tv. The history channel logo showed on the corner, but he never really watched that channel. Must've just flipped to it in his sleepy state.

He didn't think much of it as the narrator spoke in her dulcet tones, explaining about their ancient civilizations.

".... representing power, but not just strength physically, but in spirit, which is why the ruby was so valued...."

Richards nodded as he remembered the ornate ruby back at Vera's. How it glowed so warmly. How it captivated him.

"....typically used in rituals, as civilizations would summon creatures to fulfill certain desires, whether it be political or personal....."

He leaned back into his seat as he remembered the symbols traced along the sides of the relic. And of how curvy they were. Kind of like Vera. He remembered how Vera pushed the chair to the wall, showing off her toned legs.

He thought of how she positioned herself. How she knew he was watching. Taking her time to turn around, she pushed her ass out to him, running her hands up her thighs and to her busom. This time she was wearing the ruby around her neck, just between her voluptuous chest.

It did look good on her. Fit her perfectly. What if it were the

only

thing on her.

Richards shook himself awake at that last thought. That wasn't like him! Where'd that come from? Rubbing his eyes, he shook himself awake. His cat had curled up next to his head, as his clock flashed 11:47 PM at him. The tv was on commercial break, and he struggled to remember just what was on it before.

"Mmmm, I need to go to bed...." Richards sighed as he stumbled up to his bedroom. Falling flat onto his bed, he found it much more comfortable than he remembered.

Barely having the will to cover himself up, he pulled his pillow under his head as he tried to clear his head of his previous dream.

It was so hard to focus. His mind was replaying scenes from the day, over and over, lingering on Vera.

"Sleep tight Richards....."

He smiled as he pushed his hands out to cuddle his comforter. He rolled over, feeling a rolled up blanket next to him. He nuzzled his head into it, as a pleasant warmth filled his body, and a pleasant smell seeped into his soul. Wrapping an arm around the blanket, he pulled it closer as he felt it shift back into him.

He could feel his member growing and pushing out. Thinking nothing of it, he shifted and repositioned himself, pushing forward as he felt his cock line perfectly into pure bliss. Like he belonged there. He sighed as he felt sleep take over him, and a hand wrap around his as he pulled the covers closer.

This was a nice dream. He had never really laid in bed with someone, so the fantasy was certainly pleasant. He felt the hand pull his up a toned belly, then finally cupping something soft and round. He felt a pressure rotate around his cock, teasing him, causing him to grow even more.

"Sleep.... and dream of me...."

Richards nodded as he pulled her closer, before falling deeper into his slumber. Images of him pulling Vera into his embrace, seeing her eyes sparkle with pure lust as he felt her lips meet his flooded his mind. He unconsciously began to thrust forward as he heard her moan into his kiss. He could feel his member begin to twitch as the feeling of pressure pushed back into him, squeezing his cock, inviting him to release.

Something began to wrap around his length, pulling him down and forward. He hardly noticed, as in his dream, he saw Vera kneel down in front of him, unzipping his pants and panting with need.

She pulled his cock out. He felt her pull him closer, as his member was directed right at her mouth.....

His alarm went off, flashing 7:00 AM, shaking him from his wet dream. He gasped as he practically leapt out of bed. Sweating, he checked his pants for any nocturnal emmissions. Completely normal.

He felt rested. He felt ready for the day. And..... he felt unreasonably aroused. Frowning, he debated on finishing the job then and there. No, that wouldn't do. He needed to get showered and get out the door. There wasn't time to lose.