The Cast

St. Francis of Assisi, the marble depiction of him bent in prayer, the moment he heard gods words to repair the fallen church engraved on the side of the walls of the building dedicated in his name. The stone was worn, the features of his face no longer as resolved as they had once been, for all things, even faith, could erode with the passing of time. Inside people seated themselves down on pews of freshly varnished wood, the heavy scent of incense dulling the senses as the voice of a man garbed in black droned forth a sermon on the greatness of faith, unity and spirituality. A basket was passed through the midst of the congregation, Inserting the folded green currency of both man and faith under the watchful eye of the clergy.

Within a confessional, its screen allowing little to no vision between sides, a man gave voice to the failings of his spirit, a tired and broken recounting of the wrongs he had done. "Father, forgive me, I have coveted another, my thoughts are impure. I find myself weak Father, all around me temptation beckons"

Father Dominic listened with the patience of a saint, the only sound coming from his side a deep and steady breathing, the occasional slightly wet sounds of muted impact, a muffled thing hard to discern from the other side of the screen. "All men are sinners my son, all of us have succumbed to temptation" His tongue had a serpent's charm, especially when it slithered across the shell of a nearby ear. The priest slowly rotated the pad of his thumb against the outstretched tip of another petitioner's bared breast, trickles of sweat slid down naked flesh ruddy from exertion, the skin of her delicately arched back sticking to the bared chest of the priest, all illuminated by the dull flicker of a tallow candle throwing an interplay of shadow and light upon the inside of the confessional. Soft, generously rounded flesh were bouncing off the priest's dark colored slacks, his head twitching to the side to get the brunette's long silken strands away from spilling across his face and untangled from between his teeth. "God will forgive, it is ours to toil in pain and suffer in the here and now and rejoice in the here after" More words were bitten back, a flash of pain searing as two fingers that had been slid between the softly painted caramel lips of his current indiscretion were caught in cruel bite of twin rows of pearled teeth. The woman was desperation itself, clamping down in an effort to fight off the urge to scream, even still yielding a feminine growl that vibrated along those entrapped fingers. The priests other hand pulled back on the necklace of of prayer beads that lay along the smooth flesh of her exposed throat, biting inward in an unsubtle rebuke, cutting off the sound entirely.

"Four Hail Maries and two Our Fathers. Go now and God forgive you" The priests voice was edged with authority, a clean cut call for obedience. The other man left the booth confused by what he had heard, unable or unwilling to reconcile the words of a saint, with the sounds of a sinner. as the confessional doors came to a close behind him, the sound of feminine hands slamming into the metal divider echoed within. That sound one from a nubile figure desperately trying to gain purchase as her sleek form rippled with impact after impact, twisting and writhing in a true act of divinity.