Father Thomas cursed his own existence. He was a man of the cloth, yet filled with doubts about his own sanctity. He did not consider himself to be on par with the other holy men he knew, who seemed so self assured in their faith. He despised his fickle mind as he slowly extinguished the candles at the altar, his duty as the only non achieving priest of Mandalor Province Church.
Just as he was about to extinguish the last candle, he heard a faint giggle.
"Who's there?" he asked, squinting around in semi darkness, the solitary candle casting shadows in the church and shrouding everything in darkness. "Answer me!"
"Over here Father" it was a female, a female voice that dripped with a promise of pleasure. Father Thomas quickly took the candle and carefully walked towards the source of the voice. His breath caught.
Standing before him was the most breathtaking sight he'd seen in his fifty seven years in this world. She had pale skin like moonlight and was taller than him. Her eyes were jet black and did not reflect the candlelight and she had a face to put stage actresses to shame. Her lips were blood red, contrasting with her pale skin, and she had long thick raven black hair that extended all the way down her back. But that was not all.
She was wearing a long white robe that clung to her and left nothing to the imagination. She had ripe, full breasts, a flat stomach that flared out to wide hips, and the longest legs on any living woman.
It took a while for the father to snap out of his trance, "W...What do you want? The church is closed. How dare you come here at this hour? And in such indecent clothes! Go cover yourself child!
"I come and go as I please, and the sanctity of this place means nothing to me" she said as she started walking toward him. The candlelight illuminated her curves gently and the Father felt a stirring in his loins.
She brought her angelic face close to his "What do you really seek Father? You are old, and this life is not paying rich dividends. What is the point of continuing like this?" her breath smelled of a flowery meadow, and the Father realized how close their bodies were. He could almost feel the heat radiating off her and her sheer gown hung low, exposing the swells of her massive breasts. Father Thomas could only gulp in return.
"I'm offering you a choice, if you join me, we can embark on a journey together and you can leave this petty place forever. Interested?"
Father Thomas could not begin to fathom her motives. She was a child, perhaps in her early twenties, though she possessed delicious curves. And she seemed remarkably unabashed about the time of night and her clothing.
"What are you? Why are you here at all?"
She moved a little closer, her breasts rubbing against him so his necklace disappeared in the valley between her breasts. "You shall find out soon Father, sooner than you think"
With that she turned and walked away. The moonlight shone through her dress, exposing her form almost completely. The Father had always made it a point not to look at women's curves for fear of temptation, but he could not resist following her gracefully swaying hips, her buttocks sliding over each other as she walked out the door of the church and into the night...
The Father was in a dilemma as he locked up the church and went home. The encounter with the beautiful stranger seemed to have exhausted him. He hung up his robes the instant he got home and climbed into bed naked. He barely managed to finish his nightly prayer before drifting off into a heavy slumber.
He felt a rush of warm air that seemed to get under his blanket and run up his nude body. He jerked awake with a start, looking for its source. The window was closed and bolted and the last few embers were crumbling in his fireplace. The moon shone dimly and his room was bathed in darkness. Father Thomas tried to gather his wits as he looked around unable to comprehend what was happening.
He heard a soft sigh from the darkest corner of the room and sat bolt upright, cold sweat breaking out over his skin.
"Do not fear Father, it's me. I did not mean to scare you" the voice was that seductive purr he'd never forget.
She stepped out of the shadows, still clad only in the negligee she wore earlier, and still looking every bit a lusty goddess. Perhaps it was the effect of the earlier warmth, or being naked in the company of a woman such as this, but the father's penis stirred to life.
She came and sat on the edge of his bed and put a hand on his lined face covered by a thick beard. He felt her warmth infuse his skin. "Have you considered my offer?"
He took a moment to reply "I do not even know you, you are a young girl. How do you expect me, a holy man, to come away with you just like that?"
She seemed to consider this a moment. "But you do know me; you just do not realize it yet. The time will come..." She stood by his window, moonlight outlining her luscious curves once again. "When did you last masturbate?"
The Father was taken aback by the use of such an unholy term in his home "How do you have the nerve to say that to me? Begone, however you came!"
She laughed then, a tinkling laugh that send blood pumping in him and more into his loins.
"Do you think I do not know how hard resisting temptation has been for you? How you never look at women's bosoms during church, how you have nothing representing women in your home." She looked at him with an expression bordering on pity. "But sometimes, the temptation overcomes you when you are alone here; you touch yourself, stroke your root and then curse yourself for being unholy. You think I do not know this?"
The Father's mouth was hung agape. How could she possibly know his difficulties with faith? How could she tell him things so clearly when he barely understood?
"I am here to help you Father Thomas. All you have to do is accept it"
The Father could not believe his ears. He was lying in bed naked and a young girl almost equally naked, who possessed the finest figure he had ever seen, was asking him about his masturbation habits.
She stroked his jaw gently. "I think it is time I ended your confusion. My name is Selucia"
