Page 7 of Thots and Prayers

“Father,” he corrected. “Father Duvall please, Eisley.”

My insides twisted. “Father, the doors are open. What if someone comes in?”

“I’ve already seen a handful of the town this morning. Lots of sinners coming to confess. You wouldn’t believe what some of these people have been up to.”

This all felt so incredibly wrong.

“How did you know what to do?”

He shrugged. “I did a quick search online and let the townsfolk take the lead with it. They are gluttons for penance.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again.

“Eisley,” he laughed. “I’m fine. Why do you keep asking me that?”

“You… you look like him.”

He blinked, and in an instant, the amusement in his eyes was gone. He swallowed.

“Please don’t say that.” He turned, looking at a mirror across the room. From a distance, they looked nearly identical, based on my memory. Constantine must have seen it too, because he shifted uncomfortably. “I can’t help what my face looks like.”

“I know,” I said, reaching out to hug him from behind.

“I’m not him.” His jaw went tight, and his fists clenched at his sides.

“Of course not. You’re…” I hesitated. I was going to say he was too good to be his father, but we were currently on the run because he’d murdered half of the town that had betrayed us. “There’s not many who could be as evil as he was. You’ll never be him.”

If he was listening, he didn’t show it. His gaze was stuck on the mirror. His eyes were glazed over as if lost in a memory. I tugged on his arm, and he didn’t move until I called his name more than a few times.

“Constantine!”

Finally, he blinked and turned to me. My blood ran cold as I saw something… different. His eyes had changed. They were… cold.

“Yes, child?”

A shiver went through me. I gulped. If he wanted to do this, I’d play along.

“Forgive me, Father.”

His eyes sparked. My heart leaped at the response. He wasn’t completely lost in his mind. He was there, just… buried.

I took his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Have you sinned?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please, save my soul.”

He shook his head.

“Sins cannot be forgiven outside of confession, child. Would you like to go into the booth?” He pointed to it with a head nod. I turned, and my stomach fluttered.

“Yes, please.”

He dropped my hand and waved me forward. I went on shaky legs and was surprised when he opened the door to his side and pulled me in with him. He sat down. I stared at him, confused.

Constantine unzipped his pants, removing his fully erect cock.

“Take your penance,” he ordered in a low growl. I opened and closed my mouth, and slowly, lowered myself to my knees. He spread his legs open, and I moved between them, grasping his cock. I stroked it, and then brought my mouth down onto it, licking down his shaft.