Thou Shalt Not Covet

Mina shows up at the priest’s house with Valerie in tow. He opens the door expecting only Mina, so he hesitates at the sight of the second woman, yet he still steps aside and lets them in. The talk is light until the priest learns Mina wants him to marry her—to a woman. His face tightens, color drains, and disgust breaks through. He tells them their wedding isn’t happening, calls the love sinful, and orders them to repent before they ruin their souls. Mina and Valerie stare back, wounded and pissed. Mina snaps that maybe a man who can’t fuck anyone would rather drag everyone else down too. The words hit deep; something cracks behind his eyes. They smell the raw hunger he’s been burying, the jealousy he masks with doctrine. Every denial he tries to spit out only proves how close he already is to snapping. The women press closer, turning heat into a weapon. Mina kisses Valerie right in front of him, lets her hand slip under Valerie’s shirt and squeeze bare breast while the priest watches. Valerie spreads her thighs across Mina’s lap, grinding slow, the wet heat obvious through thin cotton. Their mouths open, tongues flashing, moans spilling out loud enough to cut through every prayer he has left. Hands tug open buttons, skirts ride high, slick skin meets his line of sight. He keeps repeating that he won’t break, but his voice shakes and his cock strains hard against black fabric. Then Mina reaches for his belt. Valerie’s fingers follow, guiding him out, and the last thread of self-control tears. He surges forward, taking their mouths one after the other, tongues tangled in open, filthy kisses while greedy hands claim every inch of denied flesh. They drop to their knees together, wet lips wrapping him in turn—sucking, licking, drooling—until he’s lost in their shared heat, hips driving forward, curses sliding into groans. Fingers tangle in hair, tongues lap at one another around his length, and the priest’s holy vows dissolve in the wet, choking sounds of surrender.