[Father Elias’s POV]
My c**k is already half-hard the moment Mother Superior announces that Sister Maria and I will share late-night confessional duties in the old chapel. The words feel like divine punishment and reward at once, trapping me alone with the one woman whose every glance has been tormenting me since the day I arrived.
The retreat days blur into prayer and discipline, but every time I see Maria across the cloister my shaft thickens against my will, straining behind the heavy cassock as I imagine all the filthy things I want to do to her. I catch her staring too, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and I know she is just as lost.
Night falls heavy with the threat of rain. The chapel is nearly dark, only a handful of candles flickering against ancient stone. Penitents come and go
