The Cathedral

[Tie of Hope]

The Cathedral (Closed)

OOC: Hehe, you think up some of the most bizarre things when your bored. Like I am now. This thread's setting will be in, unsurprisingly, an old 14th century, elegant gothic cathedral. Oh...just your basic Fantasy/Kinky sex in a church thread. This should be fun...but in no way Knocking anyone's religion.

Every one hundred years, a door opens. For one purpose. To stop the good in the world from prevailing over evil. By any means sent. And over the years, as the years have changed from olden to modern, those ways have become exceptionally desperate, from murdering those pure, to corrupting them. In any way possible. But now, there is but one pureness left on earth. An angel who doesn't know she is one. That door is to open, tonight if the calculations are right, and the last angel of earth will determin what happens. If she is to fall to darkness then the apocalpyse will begin, seven years of hell on earth. The chances are growing..

We'll be needing, of course, your typical baddies (anyone comming to try and kill/corrupt...or rape/molest/seduce, whichever suits your fancy; Demons, Creepy people who work in the cathedral, etc. Have fun with it.)
And the good guys (anyone comming to try and help/save...or equally rape/molest/seduce the little angel. Hehe, that's a great help! Angel helpers, again, people who work in the cathedral, etc.)

Name: Gabriella
Age: 19
Description: Dark hair, shoulder length, straight. Deep green eyes. Tall, atheletic type. Somewhat large chest, well proportioned curves, quite feminine, in a tom-boyish way. Your typical hot gothic girl, who's one hundred percent Atheist. No belief in anything at all. Unknowingly a celestial. Goes by Gabie.
Recently she broke up with her boyfriend for refusing to have sex with him, as well as stabbing him in the hand with a pen in the process. She's firey, head strong, self conscious and kick ass. The type of girl that has guys trailing after her like love struck puppies.

One on One thread this time. Sorry guys!

Post comming soon.

 

[Tie of Hope]

Gabie sighed miserably, her clothing soaked to the very core. Of all nights to have a break up and get kicked out of your own apartment...on a cold, rainy night in the pitch dark with nothing but the clothes your wearing. The teen let that unnessecary make up wash down her face, her hair now in long stringy sections dripping wet as well as the rest of her body. Those fish net sleeves weren't doing much to try and keep her dry, goose bumps flickering up her skin, her nipples hardened beneath that wet black shirt and bra. Where was she going? She had no idea. Those deep emerald eyes didn't leave the ground, listening as the rain fell around her. She walked, the occasional car driving by without even a seconds notice as she continued on. She finally glanced up. Oh shit...where the fuck am I?

The cold, wet teen found herself standing at the edge of a small grave yard, the gothic like black steel bars coiled and turned delicately in a very complex pattern, making her stare for a few moments. She gazed further, past that small cemetry. There, just barely she could see a bright light, see a few cars driving off towards it. A church! Of course. Dismissing the idea that they might be frightened of the rebellious teen, and very much the fact that she knew as much about a bible as she did about flying pigs, she walked hastily toward that light. For the past few hours there had been sharp jolts of pains between her spin, just at the end of her shoulder bone. They'd gotten worse now. Friday the thirteenth, just the perfect day to have a massive series of horrible events ruin her already ruined life.

Slowly, just so she finally came in sight of that church. But it wasn't. It was a cathedral. The massive, elegant, dark stone building was a towering mentor against the dark, pouring sky. Lights were on all around the place, but she saw no cars in sight. Still, someone had to be in there. And as troubled as she was, she really could use someone to talk to. So, placing a small, pale hand on the door ring of that massive door, she pulled, slipping inside before closing it back. Now here was something. Despite the fact that it was almost blinding light outside, it was fairly dimlit inside, a warm scent wrafting around the cathedral, she cherished the moment of warm, dry air. Though the deep red carpet below her was soaked by those 'a bit too big' pants she wore. She had no problem with peeling that black shirt from her form, the dark bra beneath visible as she wrapped it around her front, giving her throbbing back some room, hoping those sharp courses of pain would stop.

She began to carelessly seek out a place that she might get rid of those wet clothes and find something else to slip on, an odd feeling streaking through her body, wondering if anyone at all had even seen her enter the cathedral at all. She'd seen enough movies to know that they didn't turn nearly anyone out, so she would be safe here. She hoped. Walking down that long row of benches, her skin still covered in small bumps, the outline of her large, gorgeous breasts visible through the light, soaking black shirt that had been tied around her neck and hung over her slender, curvy form.

Finally reaching the end of that long asile, she looked around, taking the path to the right. Someone had to be here.

"Hello?" She called curiously, looking around before walking down yet another long hallway. This might take a while.

 

[rpgfreak]

-some one replyed in a dark voice as you hear the cathedral lock and barsapear on the windows as a man about 25 come sout in leather and looks to the girl-"hey missy going some where"-he runs quickly to her grabbing her wrists-"you all wet from the rain huh what happen to you well it dosnt matter does it tell me your name or expect to be a worse day then ever "

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

A quiet but deep and resonant male voice from the shadows:

From inside a dark room, "Hello my child. Welcome and how may I help you this stormy night?"

A figure can be made out as it approached the dimly lit hall from the inky darkness of the room. It looks like a man, sounds like one too, dressed in an old fashioned priest robes.

 

[Tie of Hope]

Gabie halted. Was she hearing things. A quick glance over her shoulder to find no one following her answered that question. But she jumped somewhat as she turned around, her gaze meeting with a man. One of those priest guys? She wouldn't know, she made it an object to not know. None the less, she stayed where she was for now. The still very damp hair of her's shifted as she turned her head even the slightest, her conscious clear, despite the fact that she was standing there in soaking wet clothing, with a shirt wrapped around the front of her neck. She didn't question his trust, really. He was, after all, a priest really. What harm could he do?

"Er...I was just..passing by. It's pouring down there, I was wondering if I could sorta hide out in here until the rain stops." Well, it wasn't exactally a lie, but he didn't need to know everything, did he. Gabie felt that sharp pain flicker up her spine again. She was definately going to check into that as well, it wasn't normal(she's growing her wings). She watched him with hopely deep green eyes, raising a hand and brushing back a few strands of her hair.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Emerging from the dark room into the dimly lit hall he extends his hand as he says, "Of course you may my child. All are welcome in this house regardelss of what, if any, religious beliefs they may have. Sanctuary is a tradition as old as the Church."

Holding her hand in his large work roughend one he begins leading her down the hall deeper into the cathedral, "Come along child and we'll find you something dry to wear until you're clothing has dried and a cup of something hot to drink as well.
"Are you hungry? Have you eaten recently?"

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Um. I'm fine, really, I'm not hungry." She said with somewhat of a smile. Maybe that was one of the reasons she could never get used to church and priests. Everyone was 'their child' and it was sort of...weird in that..weird kind of way. None the less, he was letting her stay there until the rain died down. Then she intended on, in the morning, marching right home and kicking her boyfriend out on his ass. It'd serve him just right too. That sharp pain pulsing through her back brought her to wince. As soon as she found a mirror, she'd stop and check it out. The man was nice enough, no doubt, even if she hadn't gotten a good enough look. The pretty gothic teen was happy for that much.

The cathedral was something she'd never seen before, each dim lit room with elegant, old aged doors and rooms, that long, blood red carpet visible even in the dark. Dimlit torches, replaced by modern day lights none the less lined the sides of the stone walls of the corridor. A strange place to be...it'd be great for a bit of fun with it's vast, seemingly endless spaces. She smirked to herself. Heh, yeah right. As if. Right now, she had more troubling things to worry about.

"I'm Gabriella...Gabie for short..."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The man:

"If you're sure you're not hungry we'll skip food in favor of getting out of those wet clothes, into a hot shower and then into something warm and dry while your clothing dries."

Near the end of the long hallway she's turned to face a dark wooden door as he opens it and steps inside. There's a *click* and ceiling lights come on revealing a large shower/bathroom.

"Here we are Gabi and why don't you call me Louis. Afterall we're being informal, right," he smiles revealing white teeth in a ruddy complexion of possible Mediterrian descent. His face is clean shaved and has lines from smiling or squinting at the corners of eyes so dark they appear almost black.

"Why don't you step into one of the stalls, undress and hand out your clothing to me. As you shower and warm yourself up I'll bring you something to wear and a nice big towel and put your clothes in the dryer."

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Sure..." She stepped into one of the stalls, closing it behind her, leaving it cracked none the less and easy to open. She unwrapped the still very damp black, fish net sleeve shirt from around her neck. She unlatched that bra, careful not to touch her back, which had undoubtfully become very much sensitive to even the air. She hadn't done anything to it recently, so it was confusing her. None the less, she slipped her pants and panties off as well, shielding her petite, delicate form behind the door and handing the clothes out to him.

"I really feel the need to thank you again. It's very generous of you..." She said quietly, turning on the water and letting it warm to her liking before stepping into it.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Your thanks are all I need Gabi. Enjoy your shower. I'll be back again shortly," he says as he takes her clothing.

As he heads for the door and the shower begins to run he begins a low chanting deep in his chest that's so quiet it's inaudible unless you were right next to him.

Her clothes are put into a dryer and it's turned on. He next takes a robe that he guesses will just about reach her knees from a cabinet. All the while the chanting has been continuing and now he holds the robe up with one hand as the other passes over all of the soft, but thin, fabric inside and out and does the same to a big soft towel from the cabinet.

As he finishes stroking the cloth the chant ends. There's a glimmer of dark fire over the robe's surface, but it quickly fades away.

Louis smiles to himself for he knows how drying with the towel and wearing the newly enhanced robe will ignite the embers of need and primal lust in her body and mind then fan they until they become an undeniable need and hungry that she won't be able to ignore or resisit.

Returning to the shower room he lays the robe on a bench along with the towel.

Turning to face the shower stall, watching her as she washes her nude body, caresses it as she's doing that, he calls out so he can be heard over the shower, "Gabi, the towel and robe are on the bench. You take your time and I'll wait outside for you."

As she replies he backs toward the door staring intently as her nudity and chanting again to sow the seeds of passionate lust in her mind as she continues washing and rubbing her body.

Finshed he exits the room, shuts the door then watches her though it with a smile, a wicked smile.

 

[Tie of Hope]

Gabie was taking her time in the shower, closing her eyes and letting the water wash over her previously wet, cold head. Ah, it felt good, and she absentmindedly drew her hands to those beautiful breasts of her's, squeezing with an odd urge of wanting someone else there. She flickered her eyes open, returning to washing her body. It was a strange flicker of feelings, seeming to appear like nothing. She'd made up her mind foolishly; when she got out of the cathedral, she'd head off and fuck her boyfriend, and then kick him out. She smirked..but it shifted into a frown. Just what was she thinking? Wasn't that the reason she'd been kicked out in the first place?

Eyeing a mirror, unable to get that odd growing lust for company out of her head, the pretty goth splashed a bit of the water over the mirror, turning around and observing the skin before the mirro fogged up. A pair of large, burning red marks were streaked there, just by her shoulders. She stared for a moment.

"What the..fuck?" She said quietly to herself, though the mirror fogged, leaving her to puzzle the odd markings. After another moment of rinsing her body, she turned the water off. Stepping out of the shower, the air around cold and causing goosebumps to appear over her skin, and her nipples to harden she lifted the large towel. It was oddly warm, soft to the touch as she ran it over her body, that flooding edge of lust making her linger in a few chosen places. It was almost frightening. Massaging her temple for a moment, she shook her head.

"Get ahold of yourself, Gabie." She said quietly, running her fingers through her hair before slipping the thin fabric, soft material over her form. Oddly warm as well. Not that she was complaining, it was nice and soft against her bare skin. Brushing back her dark hair, she glanced to the slightly cracked door, her eyes meeting the darkness of the hallway through it.

"Hey, Louis, I'm finished." She said quietly, sitting upon the bench now. Fanning her face, that flaring streak of lust over comming her, she glanced to the door, almost wanting Louis to appear there now. She shook her head again. What's wrong with me?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Ahhh, good Gabi," he says as he pushes the door open and steps into the shower steam misted room. "Feel better now? Much warmer and more comfortable?"

As she replies he crosses the room so he's standing in front of her. His height and her being seated on the bench places his crotch level with her face. Should she look there seems to be somthing that's beginning push up the front of his robe.

"Now come along Gabi," he says as he holds how his hand to assist her up. "I have to insist that after a soaking wet chill like that you have to have something to warm you up inside as well as you've warmed up your outside."

 

[Tie of Hope]

Taking his hand, clearing her head, she gracefully got to her feet. Deep green eyes focusing on anything but Louis. Using one of those soft, delicate hands to curl the thin robe tighter around her slender, shapely form. Silences never seemed to sit well with Gabie, she didn't like them much at all. So carefully setting her eyes on the ground before them as they walked, that straight, shoulder length hair occasionally shifting to fall in front of her gaze, she struck up a conversation softly.

"So Louis...do you have any family?" She rose a hand, those delicate, soft finger's leading up to painted black nails brushing aside a few strands of that dark hair. Her family rarely contacted her, the main reason she wasn't hiding out at her mother and father's house now. Anything to block out those other thoughts right now, the kind that tended to lead to bar situations.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Yes a large and extended one Gabi.
"How about yourself," he asks as his thumb gently rubs the web between her thumb and her palm eliciting the most subtle of sensations, but ones that are there none the less.

"Do you have a husband or boyfriend, brothers or sisters," he asks as the walk deeper into the silent cathedral.

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Had a boyfriend..." She said with a sigh, glancing up to his hand for a moment. It was a odd feeling, one that she was deeply trying to push down further and keep out of her mind as she spoke once more, preferring to keep her concentration centered well on the conversation.

"I've got a brother, Gabriel." The only other family member she dared associate. The rest of her family remained well unknown to her, besides her mother and father. It was odd, her mother and father centered deeply around their religion of Christianity, but Gabie tended to very much circle herself away from it. Probably one of the reasons her mother, Mary, and father, Joseph, had seemed to totally cut her off from any contact with them. Gabriel was the only one there for her, she was glad to have her older brother around.

Gabie's gaze rose to his face now curiously, watching him as they walked through the dim lit hallways, finding it equally easy to concentrate on those strange coursing, breif sparks that kept troubling her back. Maybe she'd ask him about it...later though.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Had, Gabi?
"What kind of idiot would let as lovely a young woman as you are get away," Louis asks as his hand gently squeezes hers and the rubbing resumes again.

"It's good to have a family. No matter how distant they are you know that they're always there. It's an anchor everyone should have."

Turning yet another corner Louis stops in front of a door. He releases her hand and puts his arm around her. Giving her opposite shoulder a squeeze as he opens the door, "How well do you cook Gabi? I'm a pretty fair cook if you'd rather risk my cooking and just watch me."

As he flips on the lights he leads her into the kitchen and stops, arm still around her now gently kneading her shoulder.

"Well Gabi am I cooking or are you?
"It does get pretty hot at the stove, he says emphasising that word just a bit.

 

[Tie of Hope]

Gabie smiled somewhat as he spoke. Ah, but if only he knew her like everyone else did. The gothic girl was kind, and sweet, and friendly when it came to most situations...but push her limits and she'd go off like fire crackers, or so she'd been told. Gabie found it easier not to explain the awkward situation between her and her new 'Ex. Boyfriend'. Allowing him to put his arm around her, she giggled somewhat.

"I cook probably just as well as a bird could. Fast food's kept me living for the past few months..." She said jokingly, catching that word. 'Hot'...she'd decided she liked the word. Yes...she liked it a lot, actually. Why? She was stumped. Maybe the cold and rain had gotten to her head. First bizarre thoughts, and then bizarre happenings, and now bizarre feelings? What really was going on?

"Um..Louis? Do you know anything about strange red marks that just appear out of no where? Just curious..." She said calmly, passing a gaze toward him. As rare as it was to trust someone, Gabie had made up in her mind that he was alright, and obviously had no intentions to harm her, that she was aware of.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Well," he laughs, "in that case I guess I'm nominated to fix us a late night breakfast, aren't I Gabi."

"Well I do know a bit about medical matters Gabi.
"What are the symptoms? Do they itch, burn, ache? Any shooting pains?
"Did you by chance fall down or run into anything that could have caused the marks," he asks with concern in his deep voice.

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Yes, the pain's an on and off thing. It hurts to the touch as well..." She said absentmindedly.

"Here, I'll show you." Stepping forward lightly with her back to him, she slipped the robe down just enough to let him see the odd red marks. Glancing back to him over her shoulder, she replaced the robe over her back, turning to face him now.

"I'll be fine, really. I was just wondering what they were, or where they came from. I don't recall doing anything to hurt my back recently..so..." With a smile she shrugged, "Guess it doesn't really matter."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Well Gabi it's hard to tell from that brief look.
"I tell you what, if you wish, after we've eaten I'll take a better look and see if I can tell anything more with a more detailed examination Gabi."

"Now why don't you sit here," he says pulling up a chair, "and watch and chat as I cook."

Once she's seated his eyes close briefly, he frowns in concentration for a few moments then rests his hands on her shoulders and gives them a squeeze infusing the robe, and her, with ever increasing physical and mental arousal as he asks, "Care for a drink of some sort Gabi? There's anything from water to soda, coffee or tea to wine."

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Hmm...?" Gabie wasn't all that tuned in to what was happening, seeming to slip off into some what of a day dream, her gaze centered on the ground below her, not seeming to notice much as he placed his hands on her shoulders much. Shaking herself back to consciousness, she blinked, placing a hand upon her her, massaging her temples for a moment, a proper train of thought seeming to be rather hazy. It was an odd feeling, especially for a time like now, but she forced it back down before smiling lightly.

"Oh..um, Wine would be nice." She replied quietly, leaving a few of those dark strands to hang over her gaze. She wasn't sure what the up and down of her emotions were, she'd never experienced any constantly on and off urges of her body before. So why was it happening now? Gabie let the thought die, not troubling herself over the minor difficulty. Well, she knew for one thing, it'd be better to just keep it out of her mind. She'd need a clear head for the rest of the night and tomorrow.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Then," with a final squeeze of her shoulders to infuse more heat, arousal, "wine it shall be Gabi."

A bottle of chilled white wine is gotten from the refriderator and opened. Two glasses are poured. With his body between where Gabi's seated and the wine glasses he 'twiddles' his fingers over a glass and red hot looking motes fall from them into the wine to dissolve. Once swallowed and ingested her arousal will dramatically increase in ever increasing amounts when combined with the robe and what he's already done.

Picking up the glasses and carrying them over he hands her one and taps his glass to her's as he toasts, "To warmth and heat, inside and out, on cold wet nights."

 

[Tie of Hope]

With a small smile and a nod of her head, she took a sip from the glass. Oddly enough, despite the fact that he'd just got the wine fresh from the refridgerator, it was delightfully sweet and somewhat warm. Taking another sip, she held the glass lightly, not suspecting much of anything from him. Those odd urges her body kept stubbornly centering her mind on were forced, once more, out of her mind, with much attempt, finding herself finally gazing toward the window of the kitchen area in the Cathedral.

"So...do you stay here, y'know, alone in the night? It must get terribly lonely..." She said quietly, raising the glass to her lips to level it to the center, having drank half of it. She shifted her gaze back to him curiously, crossing her legs absentmindedly, a bit of that short, knee length robe moving up just lightly, not intentional, though still none the less.

After a few moments of watching him intently, those odd thoughts filling her head, she shifted her gaze painfully back to the window. It was harder not to fight her way out of that hazy cloud developing in her mind, clouding her conscious as she sat there. Thinking she just needed to relax, she took another sip of the wine, letting her tense muscles out of that position for the time being.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

He smiled inside as she took the first sip and her nipples immediately tented the robe when the wine was swallowed.

He began to assemble two western omelets with bacon and toast. The onions and peppers were skillfully and quickly sliced and diced. Cheese was grated just as quickly and two frying pans put on the gas range to heat with a large pat of butter in each. A third pan held the bacon as it began to snap and sputter while cooking.

"Actually no I don't Gabi," he replied as he worked loud enough to be hear over the chef's knife chopping the veggies, "usually there' no one here this late and the cathedral is closed and locked. I'm here tonight because I had a preminition I would need, or would be anyway, I was just thinking I was wrong and thinking of leaving when you found me."

Once everything but the toast was cooking he finished his wine, picked up the bottle and refilled his glass before crossing to the table and leaning over her shoulder to refill hers.

His stance and posture pressed his semi erect penis against her shoulder where she'd have no doubt about it's condition or what she felt against her skin through the robes.

"Is Gabi warming up nicely now?
"Feeling warmer now since it's hotter and getting hotter all of the time?"

 

[Tie of Hope]

He smiled inside as she took the first sip and her nipples immediately tented the robe when the wine was swallowed.

He began to assemble two western omelets with bacon and toast. The onions and peppers were skillfully and quickly sliced and diced. Cheese was grated just as quickly and two frying pans put on the gas range to heat with a large pat of butter in each. A third pan held the bacon as it began to snap and sputter while cooking.

"Actually no I don't Gabi," he replied as he worked loud enough to be hear over the chef's knife chopping the veggies, "usually there' no one here this late and the cathedral is closed and locked. I'm here tonight because I had a preminition I would need, or would be anyway, I was just thinking I was wrong and thinking of leaving when you found me."

Once everything but the toast was cooking he finished his wine, picked up the bottle and refilled his glass before crossing to the table and leaning over her shoulder to refill hers.

His stance and posture pressed his semi erect penis against her shoulder where she'd have no doubt about it's condition or what she felt against her skin through the robes.

"Is Gabi warming up nicely now?
"Feeling warmer now since it's hotter and getting hotter all of the time?"

Preminition? She'd read about them, in some book or another. One she got when she was staying with her parents just to annoy them, for as christian as they were, they detested anything out of the religion. But he worked here, right? Preminitions, from the book description didn't seem entirely holy to her. She questioned it a bit, more concerned on that wave of emotions that seemed to stir her body. And they were getting harder and harder to keep away, her body seeming to raise in responce to it. But what if he isn't, y'know, a priest at all? What if he's some strange evil person...maybe that's why your feeling so weird, and why those strange red marks are on your back, an--hang on. Get ahold of yourself, Gabie. You've been watching too many movies.

"Mhmm, I feel much better." She said quietly, the odd feeling upon her shoulder seemed to nothing but feed that emotion. Stubbornly she crossed her arms over her chest, pressing against those hardened nipples in attempt to relax them. Such arousal wasn't something she came in tact with much, so if anything, it was frightening. None the less, she'd decided to herself finally to leave after she'd eatten. Just to make sure. If he wasn't what she was suspecting, then he wouldn't mind...but if he did mind. Gabie shook her head, drawing a small smile to her lips to mask that unsureness she'd began to develope.

"I was just thinking, that maybe after we've eatten then I might get my clothes on and leave. The rain looks like it's slowing down..." she said quietly, glancing to the window in a desperate attempt to shield her mind from those thoughts. Like the pain that kept spiking upon her back, those odd urges were pulsing up her body, unable to keep full control of her body now. That tender space between her legs began to become wet, completely against what her mind was telling her. Almost as if her body was responding to something greater than her mind. She shook her head, raising a arm from that cross armed position to place a hand on her head, massaging her temples.

"I'm really not feeling myself..."