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"Bless me father, for I have sinned." Cindy wet her lips with a flick of her tongue. "It has been... Two months since my last confession." She shifted upon the tiny bench and sighed. The feeling of her thighs rubbing together beneath her skirt sent tremors down her spine. The hard wooden seat pressed into her supple bottom, making it impossible for her to sit still.

"I've always been such a good girl, but ever since I've moved out here and started college, it's been harder and harder to... To... " A memory of the night before flashed before her mind's eye. Cindy trembled and leaned back against the wall, her face red. "Stay pure." She breathed, the words oozing across her lips.

A man cleared his throat behind the screen. "What are your sins, my child?" His deep, rumbling brogue snapped her out of her filthy reverie.

Cindy leaned in close and peered through the many fine holes, but she couldn't see much more than the silhouette of a cat's face framed by a proud, red mane. A lion? Oh God. She sniffed the air and caught his scent, potent, masculine, and undeniably feline. Why did it have to be another lion? She pressed her nose against the screen and closed her eyes, drinking in his musk.

"I cheated on my boyfriend two nights ago." Cindy whispered, her cheeks burning. "I've been telling him I wanted more for the longest time, and he just... Wouldn't give me what I wanted. And, well." She squirmed, playing with the hem of her short skirt. "I met this guy at a mixer."

The face on the other side of the screen drew close enough that she could see two golden eyes staring down at her. "Go on." She felt his breath breeze through the divider and wash across her flushed cheeks.

They were nearly nose to nose. "I didn't really want to go out, especially not with me being... " She swallowed. "In heat." She heard him draw in a deep breath, sigh, and take another, basking in the sweet scent of a fertile young lioness. "When I got there, I could feel them. Their eyes. So many dogs, cats, and wolves. They were all staring at me."

The fingers that had been toying with her skirt strayed to her knee. She purred, savoring the feeling of her wandering fingertips playing across the tender flesh of her inner thigh. "When Becky left to get us some drinks, this... Guy came over." She shuddered, thinking of him. He was so tall and cocksure, arrogant in a charming sort of way. Just the memory of his rakish smile was enough to make her stomach flutter and grow warm.

"He asked me to dance, and I knew I shouldn't, but I said yes. I remember drinking, and pushing my body up against his. It was so solid, like a wall, and his hands... " Her skirt gathered around her wrist as she ground her palm against her throbbing pussy. Cindy felt her folds through her white cotton panties, warm and wet, eager to be touched.

"Oh father... His hands were all over me, on hips, on my ass. Then he turned me around and he put a hand down my pants. People were looking, Father! People were watching him finger me, but I didn't care." She closed her eyes and shivered, easing aside her sopping wet panties. The feeling of the warm, saturated cotton peeling off her sensitive flesh made her moan. "All I could think was how much I wanted him to keep touching me, to keep kissing the back of my neck."

She could smell herself in the stagnant air of the confessional, reeking of want and desire... But also something more. She could smell the sweet, pungent aroma of a horny lion stud. "I shook and almost fell when I came, but caught me in his strong arms and held me against his chest."

Cindy sank two fingers into her pussy until her knuckles were resting against her slick folds. Even the tiniest bit of friction sent her mind reeling. Sweat built upon her brow and on her neck. Wet rivulets tricked down her body, gathering in the cozy valley where her breasts pressed together beneath her blouse.

"H-He took me upstairs." Cindy stuttered out. "I told him I was in heat, and he said he didn't care. He took me into a bathroom and bent me over a sink, then pulled down my pants. I tried to tell him I had a boyfriend, that I'd never been with a man before, but then he was inside me." The confessional filled with the sound of two panting lions, and the constant shlick shlick shlick of her eager fingers plumbing her aching cunt. "I watched him i-in the mirror, and it felt-"

The priest cast aside the red curtain and stood before her, framed by the pale daylight that filtered in through the cathedral's windows. His eyes bored into her, his gaze every bit as sharp and dangerous as his claws. They roamed from her pretty, blushing face on down to the fingers buried in her nubile, young pussy. He stepped in and yanked the curtain shut behind him, towering above her.

"Was he a lion?" The priest asked. Cindy shook her head. He smiled, showing her row upon row of sharp fangs. She wondered how it would feel to have them pulling at her scruff, biting hard as he filled her belly with his cum.

He unbuckled with belt and his black trousers sagged upon his strong hips. She saw the outline of the huge cock bulging down one leg of his boxers and her eyes went wide. He was far larger than the man she'd been with a few nights ago. "No wonder your belly still aches... But I'll fix that." He promised, his words honeyed with desire.

Cindy reached up to comb her fingers through his thick, curly mane. It was that of a full grown lion well into his prime. "Rise." He commanded. She obeyed. She grabbed him by the purple stole hanging from his neck and pulled herself up to her feet.

He lowered his muzzle to brush across her's, and she looked away from the hungry eyes staring her down. It seemed as though he was going to kiss her, but his hands, strong hands, took her by the hips and spun her around. He pushed her forward until her knees hit the bench, forcing her to kneel. She braced herself against the wall, her claws digging into the rich red wood.

His hands drifted from her hips and crept up her stomach, following the trail of buttons on her blouse. The feeling of his broad palms running across her heaving, voluptuous chest made her shiver and coo. "Father..." He fanned his fingers across her breasts, his thumbs resting on her hard nipples. They drew lazy circles around Cindy's little nubs, occasionally brushing across them.

"Do you like this?" He breathed against the back of her neck. Every word seemed to echo off the walls in the cramped little box.

"Y-Yes Father." She mewled in reply. His hands slipped off her breasts and grabbed handfuls of her blouse, drawing it tight across her body. He tore open the garment in one pull, scattering little white buttons everywhere.

Cindy trembled beneath the lion. His paws returned to her breasts, his fingers creeping up her modest white bra. He hooked his claws into it and brought them down slow, ripping the fabric inch by inch until it hung in tatters from her body. Her ample breasts were now left bare.

He took them in his hands, pressing them together, rubbing his palms against her nipples in kneading massage. "Such nice tits you have." He whispered. He leaned in so close she could feel his mane tickling the back of her ears, his breath washing the collar of her ruined shirt. "They'll feed my kittens well."

Cindy gasped when he pressed his hips against the perky curves of her upturned rump. His throbbing cock strained in his boxers, grinding against the drooling folds of her aching pussy. There was a fire that raged deep in her belly. It was a scorching heat that grew hotter with every bite, with every grope, with every dirty little promise that he growled into her ear. She slid down the wall of the confessional and thrust her broad hips against him, capturing his cock in the cleft of her ass.

He lurched forward against her and took her scruff in one motion, knocking her head against the wall. The fire in her belly broiled up into her chest. It coursed through her, filled her with a want that made her legs weak and her pussy burn. She needed to feel him inside of her, fucking her, filling her fertile belly with his cubs.

She tried to yowl, tried to tell him how much she needed him, but she couldn't find the breath to speak. She was panting like she'd been running for miles, and he wasn't even inside her yet. She looked back over her shoulder at him and saw his golden eyes staring right back at her, alight with the very same lust fueled fires that raged within her.

One hand swept down her side, his fingers following the tender curves of her young body. His fingers lingered on the crest of her left hip, but not for very long, continuing onward to the supple flesh of her bottom. He gave her ass an appraising squeeze that made her shudder and squirm, then threw the back of her skirt up along with her tail, exposing her oozing, steamy slit. "P-Please." She hissed, begging for his cock.

His hand left her body and she panicked, trying to turn to face him. He responded with a growl and a yank of her scruff that made her body melt. The fact that he had her pinned against the wall was the only thing keeping her off the floor. "Please Father, please!" She pleaded over and over, until she felt his massive cock pressed between her quivering thighs. The wide, spongy head pushed until it was flush with her folds.

He plunged into her without warning, stretching her nearly virgin pussy wider than she thought possible. Pain came hand in hand with pleasure, but she didn't dream of asking him to stop, not for one second. He growled and pulled hard on her scruff with each jerk of his cock, battering her pussy into submission, inch by trembling inch. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pushed his hips flush against her ass.

The weight of his body forced her forward, her breasts and face pressed against the cold wooden wall. Her mouth hung open, panting, drooling upon it. Both his hands seized her broad, womanly hips and dug his claws into her flanks. The faint stings of pain made her tail thrash and flag up, seemingly of it's own accord.

He pulled back and her muscles fell upon his cock, clenching it, trying desperately to drag him back in. She could feel the sweat dripping off his body, running down through her fur, marking her with his scent, marking her as his.

"Tell me you want this." He breathed into her ear, rocking in and out of her folds. It was just the tiniest bit of friction, but when he moved, his cock hit all the right over and over again. She never would have dreamed that any man could do this to her, let alone a priest.

"I want," She swallowed. "I n-need you." His hands slid up her hips and pushed her skirt higher still, leaving her lower half almost completely bare. If anyone were to pull back the red curtain and discover them, they'd see her bent over, her panties down around her thighs with the priest's cock buried in her pussy. The thought made her shiver, and she prayed that no one would find them before he came. "I need-"

He shoved himself inside her again and she yowled, her cries echoing around them. The priest brought a hand up and clasped it across her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose. "What do you need?" He growled in her ear. He didn't move his hand away from her mouth so she could respond, but held it there, muffling her startled moans as he pummeled her pussy with a series of short, forceful thrusts.

He hilted his cock inside her, driving her to the precipice of her climax. Cindy's legs shook and she mewled pitifully, her walls fluttering and dancing around him, trying to coax the seed from his body. A few good thrusts were all that stood between her and becoming a mommy. "What do you want?"

He let go of her mouth and the words came pouring from her lips. "I want you to cum inside me, Father." She nuzzled against his hand and nibbled upon his fingers, fingers that smelled of his thick musk mixed with the scent of her honey. "I w-want you to fuck me." She caught his fingertips in her lips, nibbling, and sucked her nectar right off of them.

He pumped his hips and bottomed out inside her, making her squeal into his palm. He held her mouth shut and nipped at her scruff, sending tremors up and down her spine. "You'll be a good mother." He whispered. His teeth locked down on her scruff and yanked.

Her pussy squeezed his cock as he drew it back and drove it in with a filthy, wet squelch. It was hard to hear the sound of herself screaming into his hand over the rhythmic wet slaps that followed, or his rough, ragged breathing so close to her ear. She rocked her hips back against him, matching his wild, feral thrusts as best she could, trying desperately to reach the peak of a building pleasure that seemed just outside her grasp.

Her climax hit her like a hammer blow. Her whole body jumped beneath the lion and jerked back, her walls fluttering. Her aching pussy clenched his driving cock like a vice. The edges of her vision dimmed and blackened. The world itself disappeared. There was only him, his body on her's, inside her, filling her hungry void. She bit the hand that held her mouth shut and whimpered, crying as she rode out the storm of ecstasy swirling in her mind.

The priest's strong chest heaved against her back, his hips slapping against her's with one last, savage thrust. His cock erupted inside her, pulsing with every shot of hot, virile lion cum. His seed flooded her fertile belly and oozed down his shaft, leaking out all over their thighs. The fire in her faded to a warm, satisfied ache.

He held her there and licked the back of her neck while they caught their breath. The confessional had filled with the sweet smell of sex. Even in the dim light, she could see the rows of claw marks she left in the wall.

The sound of him pulling his softening cock out of her pussy made a shiver run down her spine. The second he stepped away, her legs wobbled and she fell back against him. He caught her and lowered her to the floor, where she crumpled in her ruined clothing. His cum leaked out of her and onto the dirty floor.

He stared down at her. His handsome face was as rigid as the walls around them, but his eyes were wide and filled with... Shock? Terror? He hurriedly stuffed his slippery dick back into his black slacks and turned away from her. He peaked out past the curtain, and then slipped out, leaving her alone in the mess that they'd made.

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Cindy walked into the cathedral and lingered in the mammoth doorway. She looked out over an ocean of empty pews. The church was so still and quiet that just the sound of her breathing seemed almost deafening by comparison. She wandered past rows of vacant seats, the flat soles of her shoes clapping on the polished stone floor. She paused in the center of the aisle, then turned toward the confessional.

She shuffled over to it and threw back the red curtain. She could see the claw marks she had left in the wood, polished, but not erased. She reached inside, running her fingers across them. Flashes of that day went through her mind, so long ago, but so vivid in her mind. She climbed inside and sat upon the small, uncomfortable bench, closing her eyes. The divider behind the screen slid open with a clack.

"Bless me father, for I have sinned." She rested her hand on the curve of her swollen stomach. "It's been eight months, and twenty two days since my last confession."