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fallenhohdol · 4 months

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Falling For You

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Sydney (No Gender) x f!PC

Non-penetrative, captivity, and spanking

Oh, and a twinge of angst

“Thanks again for agreeing to come to Temple with me!”

Sydney beams up at you, walking briskly as you make your way to Temple after school. Given your rather incessant testing of their faith, you're surprised they are still willing to invite you out; nevertheless, Sydney has become all the more accustomed to your advances, seemingly more receptive than repulsed by them these days. “I’m relieved you’d invite a sinner such as myself to Mass still,” you lean in and say seductively, grasping their hand with both of yours as you approach the Temple. In the past, Sydney would become flustered after such close contact with your less savory side but this time all that comes across their face is a slight smirk and slighted eyes as they pull you into the temple proper.

Sydney waves off to you as they begin their usual work at the temple, leaving you alone in the pews to contemplate what you should get up to today. You absentmindedly let your hand drift between your legs, teasing your clit beneath your plain panties as your mind wanders. “Temple is basically empty on weekdays…should be safe to let loose a little, right?” you think to yourself as you bring one of your legs up onto the pew to allow better access to your crotch. Lifting your skirt with one hand, you skillfully slide your undergarments aside, letting your titillating mind run rampant at the thought of masturbating in a place of worship. You let two fingers graze the outskirts of your quim, massaging them as your thumb runs circles around your clit, edging yourself closer to-

“Are you alright?”

A familiar voice from behind you stops you mid-motion as you scramble to put your leg back down and drop your skirt, though your aroused pussy is still on display just a few inches below the fabric. “Y-yeah, you scared me,” you manage to chuckle out, though the sweat beading on your forehead is a dead giveaway to your previous exertions. You note that you never heard their walking towards you…did they ever leave? “Of course they did. Sydney would be shocked and appalled at someone getting off in the temple, no way they’d stay silent through all that!” Sydney studies you with empty eyes, seemingly lost in thought. “S-so…how was the temple stuff?” you ask, praying desperately for any excuse to take the attention off your heretical deeds. “Ahh, right,” Sydney mumbles, still looking through you but with rekindled light behind their eyes, “would you mind coming with me for a second? This process takes two to complete, I could use your help” You're shocked, knowing how taboo it is for a non-member to enter the inner segments of the building. Your confused expression seems to speak before you do as Sydney explains, “it’ll be really quick and, besides, we’re the only two here right now so who else could help?” Their explanation seemed sound, but you still can’t shake the feeling of unease in your heart as you begin descending the stairs with Sydney.

“It’s pretty dark down here,” you remark as you both make your way to the basement. “Ahh, right. I’ll light a candle for you; go on ahead down the hall, the place is just ahead,” they say before disappearing from your sight and into the darkness. “Welp, now that I’m down here I may as well see it through.” You make your way down the dark hall, thankful for your shoes protecting you from the rough stone floor as you find the very end of the hall at which you run into a door made of stone, presumably the location of whatever act Sydney needed help with. You cautiously move inside, hands groping around in the darkness for some sort of light until you stumble upon something…metallic? You crouch down to investigate, hands feeling up the various bits of metal on the floor until you piece together a mental picture. “These…are chains?! Why would there be a room with chains underneath the Temple?” A dull light begins to seep into the room, confirming your suspicions as you gaze upon the shackles and chains bound to the floor of the cell. “Sydney…? What is it we have to do here again?” you whisper, still staring at the shackles as your imagination runs wild. You’re so deep in thought that you don’t notice Sydney approaching behind you. They place the candle quietly on the floor, exchanging it for one of the loose stones on the floor. *Wham*

You’re sent reeling as your consciousness slowly fades. “Just a little bit more now…,” Sydney breaths into your ear, voice shaking as they hoist you upright and your mind slips into nothingness.

…

You wake with a jolt, feeling chilly as you force your eyes open. The pain of muscle strain nags at your mind as you look up to see your arms hanging above you, bound by shackles which dangle you above the floor. You try to move your feet to no avail, likely in a similar situation to your hands. Naked, cold, and entirely confused, you begin recounting what happened to you until your eyes fixate on something just outside of the candle’s light. No, someone. You squint as the figure comes into view, wearing a worn white gown and a bridal veil to match. It’s not until they’re mere inches from you that recognition kicks your mind into gear. “S-sydney?!” you sputter as you make out the face behind the fabric, “what’s going on-” They silences you with a finger to your quivering lips while the other hand breezes up your arms, locking fingers with you before slipping something metallic onto your ring finger. Their face seems to relax as they peel back the veil, eyes melting with a happiness you’ve never seen on their before leaning into you, planting a kiss on your lips.

“I Do.”

As they pull back from you their hand cups the side of your face, brushing your jawline and gazing deeply into your soul. Your vision trails their body, noting their golden pendant from the temple contrasting against their deep, lust-hazed amber eyes; lower still is their white gown, adorned with holy symbols of purity and fertility from the local faith though its age is showing with frayed patches of white visible across the piece. As your eyes continue to drift, a familiar device is sitting in their free hand behind their back: the crop from Sirris’s store. “Remember this love?” Their smooth voice draws your attention back to their face, eyes boring into you as they study your reaction. “I remembered how much you loved this,” they continue “and, seeing as how I want to make tonight special, I thought to bring it with me for this. For us.” With that, Sydney begins tracing your jawline to the back of your head as they walk towards your rear. Every step they take leaves your mind racing as the sound resounds in this small room leaving you shuddering by the end of it.

“Are you shaking with excitement? I’m so happy!”

Now entirely behind you and your exposed rear mere inches from Sydney, you brace yourself for impact. Your muscles tense around your slim butt and you shut your eyes, preparing for the worst, and yet.

It never comes.

Instead, you hear the crop drop to the floor as a pair of hands gently hold each cheek, brushing the sides of your butt and hips until you calm down. Your breath becomes ragged as anticipation grips your lungs; your shaking being quelled to slight shudders as your lover continues to console you. A warm exhale brushes against your genitals, stirring lewd desires within you despite your predicament. You feel Sydney shift more of their weight onto you as they shift forward, face getting closer to your vulnerable quim. As their face gets closer, your heart sinks knowing your violation begins here, at the hands of your partner, in the depths of this accursed temple. “My love,” they breathe, pulling a hand away from you as they do, “I have faith that, despite your shaking, you want this. After all,…”

“...if you didn’t, why would you make me this way?”

The first strike comes with blistering pain, etching their words into your mind.

“Why would you make me fall?”

Their hand grips your left cheek as the crop leaves blisters in its wake.

“Why would you force me from my community, my family, and my faith?”

Their tone is soft, but their words and actions are anything but.

“Why would you let me sink into depravity with nothing but a smile on your face?”

Their words assault you as does their crop, though you aren’t sure which hurts more at this point.

“But…it’s okay. I forgive you. Because I love you.”

*Whack*

“I love you.”

*Whack*

“I love you.”

*Whack*

…

You rouse awake once more, though the ache left from Sydney’s crop has left you worse for wear. Your arms are no longer shackled, though you feel a strange sense of fatigue course through your body, as though you had been doing exercise in your sleep. Taking in your surroundings, you notice a trail of suspicious fluids on the floor next to you mixed in with your own sweat. And then, you spot them. Resting to your left with their riding crop in hand lays your partner wearing nothing more than a wedding outfit and a single, silver ring. An identical one winks up at you from your right hand, reminding you of your vows. Not like you had much choice in the matter. You feel conflicted, knowing this won't be the end of their violent outbreaks but…

Their words echo in your mind.

You made them this way.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You gather your clothes from the corner they were haphazardly thrown to and carry Sydney out of this cell.

…

“Sorry! I have a bad habit of falling asleep in Temple, what did I miss?”

In spite of being exhausted and spent, Sydney remains as positive as ever, smiling back at you as they ask seeming to have forgotten your ‘heart-to-heart’ last night. You don’t answer, however, as you missed Temple yourself waiting for everyone to leave so you could search for Sydney’s regular clothes in peace. “Hey,” you call them to get their attention.

“Yea-?”

You interrupt them with a rough hug, pressing against them as you do.

“Hey! If you wanted a hug, you could’ve just said so!” Sydney responds, clutching you so close your body begins to ache again. Their eyes pause on your ring, becoming hazy for a moment before returning to neutral. They brush your hair aside with their free hand, resting it on your cheek for a moment before allowing it to trail to your rear, giving it a squeeze. You smile into them even harder, knowing you’ll get better at dealing with the pain someday.

#FicNote #sydney the faithful #dol pc #dol #I'll be honest i began writing this before finishing Sydney's corruption #But i still like this

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