Curse Of Desire: Complete And Uncut (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “Yes, it is,” said Elsa. Her voice was tense, with an emotionally charged edge to it.

  “I’m sure many people have probably confessed their sins in this room,” said Tim.

  “Our religion does not really have sins,” said Elsa. “You just talk in this room, about life, about what you’ve done…about your desires,”

  “Well we’re talking, aren’t we?”

  “Yes, Tim. We are.”

  Tim leaned over from where he was on the bench and kissed the priestess. She responded to his lips gently, testing the waters as she kissed him back. He ran his hand up the side of her body, feeling her shiver under his touch.

  “I…I have not,” Elsa started to say. “I’ve never…been with a man before,”

  “Oh,” said Tim. “Oh! Wow, okay…”

  There was an awkward pause, his mind racing for a response to what she had just said.

  “Look, maybe me and Kate should just look for somewhere else?” he said. “It’s okay, we’ll manage.”

  He started to stand up, and the priestess grabbed his hand, keeping him from the door.

  “No, I want you to stay,” she said. “I will find a way for you to keep your belongings. Just please…stay with me, in here.”

  Elsa stood up, untying the gold sash around her robe and allowing it to slide open. She was naked underneath, and though the light in the room was too dim for Tim to make out much detail, his cock immediately began to harden in response.

  He stood up, placed his hand against the woman’s cheek, and kissed her deeply. His tongue flicked inside her mouth, and he felt hers clumsily attempt to meet it. She had the sense to slide her hands against Tim’s body, and they made their way down to his own pants, which she untied and slipped down.

  Something about the woman’s scent was intoxicating to Tim, a mixture of incense and clean silk. He kissed her passionately, and quickly removed what was left of his clothing. The two of them stood naked in the room, in a room that was only barely on the outskirts of a holy chamber, and began to grind their sensitive sex parts against each other.

  Tim guided Elsa down onto the bench. The room was so small that she had to lift her legs in order to lie down on it properly. He mounted her, and slipped the head of his cock into her cunt. She was incredibly tight, and he had to slowly push into her.

  “Oh god,” said Elsa. “It feels…so good.”

  “That’s right,” said Tim.

  He began thrusting, careful and gently at first. Her cunt was wet, and it wrapped around his cock so intensely that it almost felt like it was sucking him in. Surprisingly, Elsa began to go into the throes of orgasm after only a couple of good pumps.

  “Tim,” she said. “You’re….amazing,”

  He smiled, and began to pick up his pace. Elsa was breathing heavy, and moans began to leak out of her mouth. He softly placed one of his hands over her mouth, feeling terrible about it but fully understanding what the consequences would be if they were caught.

  The thrill and taboo of having sex with a holy woman was not lost on Tim. It felt as though he had truly reached a new and depraved state of animalistic lust and desire, and brought a woman who was literally an unspoiled virgin along with him. His cock was enjoying it however, and the pleasure shooting through it and the rest of his body was too much for him to resist.

  He picked up his pace, slamming his cock into the priestess harder, and faster. She was melting into the bench, completely overwhelmed by the new experience. Tim let his hips go autopilot, and after a couple of moments, felt himself on the brink of exploding.

  “Please,” said Elsa. “Not…inside me,”

  Her words came a moment too late. Tim’s dick was in the process of blowing its load, and the first few spasms of his seed went deep into the back of the priestess’s pussy. He pulled out immediately as he regained his senses, and the last few splatters landed on her stomach and tits.

  The tiny room was silent for a moment. Tim rubbed the woman’s shoulders encouragingly, not knowing how she was going to react.

  “What…does this mean?” asked Elsa.

  “Well…honestly, that’s a tough question to answer,” said Tim. He thought about it for a moment.

  “I guess it just means that you know yourself a little bit better now,” he said. “And you know a little bit more about being human. Just don’t take it too seriously, hopefully remember it fondly, and go on with your life.”

  “…Okay,” replied Elsa.

  The two of them dressed quickly, and headed back out into the main church area. Marco and Kate were sitting on one of the benches, waiting impatiently. When Kate saw them approaching, she gave Tim the nastiest look he had ever seen her manage, and then turned away. Marco just looked confused.

  “Your brother…convinced me of your needs,” said Elsa. “Both of you can keep your belongings.”

  Time smiled and tried to catch his sister’s eye, but she was not having it. He sighed, and picked up his bag.

  “Both of you will still need to meet with the Holy Hand of the Sky Turner,” said Elsa. “He is the one that officially approves all of the people we take in.”

  “That’s fine,” said Tim. “The sooner, the better.”

  CHAPTER 43

  Elsa led Tim and Kate away from Marco and through a door in the back of the room. Tim looked at his sister pleadingly, noticing just how angry she seemed. There was a glare in her eyes that had not faltered ever since the incident in the confessional.

  “Hey,” he whispered to her. “Are you okay?”

  “You’re a fucking bastard, Tim,” she replied.

  “I only did it so we could keep the book! It’s the only chance we have at getting this girl and getting out of here.”

  On Elsa’s suggestion, they had left the backpack, along with the book and his sword, with Marco. It was a simple enough concession, but not one they would have normally been allowed.

  “Fuck you, Tim,” said Kate. “You are as bad as the sluts you fuck.”

  “Is something wrong?” asked Elsa, stopping for a moment in the hallway.

  “No,” said Tim. “We’re fine.”

  Kate was still glaring at him, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say. She was his sister, and their complex relationship seemed to be a magnet for drama. He loved her, and it hurt him to hurt her, but all too often it seemed almost inevitable.

  “We are here,” said Elsa. “You two must head in alone. The Hand of the Sky Turner is kind and understanding, but please, be aware that you are incredibly lucky to be entering his presence. He is more than just a man.”

  Tim smiled at her comment.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said.

  She opened a large, polished wood door and gestured to them to step through it. The room in front of them was huge and almost regal in appearance. A long carpet was rolled out, leading up to a large, almost throne like chair in back.

  Seated in it was a man wearing the same outfit as the rest of the Makano priests and priestesses. The only thing the set him apart was the long, gold encrusted scepter-staff in one of his hands, and the ancient, worn tome resting on the arm of his chair, which looked oddly familiar to Tim.

  “Welcome,” said the man. “You must be the new arrivals. Step forward and into the domain of the Sky Turner, who I serve as hand.”

  “Uh, thanks,” said Tim. He walked forward, Kate following a few paces behind.

  “How did you arrive here, my friends?” he asked. His voice was slow and deliberate.

  Tim thought very carefully about how to answer his question. It seemed like the man meant them no harm, and though the religion of the island was still very foreign to them, it felt like the clear counterweight to the military’s dictatorship.

  “We came by boat,” said Tim. “On a cruise ship that sank at sea. We have faced many hardships to get here.”

  “I see,” said the man. “I will have accommodations set out for you. I must know, however, why you have come to our islan
d in this time of turmoil?”

  Tim was silent, torn between revealing the truth behind the quest, and everything that came with it, and lying.

  “I only ask because of the circumstances of my people,” said the man. “We have had some…issues, with infiltration on behalf of the military. You must understand, this island is under a dictatorship. The true ruler of this island was my brother, by blood and birthright. The military has overthrown him and taken his daughter, my niece, hostage, and they now persecute us for speaking out against them.”

  “Lucia,” said Tim. “Would that be the name of your niece?”

  “Yes,” said the man. “They exiled my brother, and hold his only child hostage. They are scum, and the will of the Sky Turner will overthrow them.”

  The man stood up. He flicked the book open, and placed one of his palms on a page. His staff began to glow with in intense light, and he pointed it at Tim and his sister.

  “I don’t sense any malice in the two of you,” he said. “But if you don’t tell me why you are here, I will do what I must to protect my flock.”

  “Your brother sent me,” said Tim. “I came because of a deal I made with him. I came to rescue Lucia.”

  The man banged the butt of his staff on the floor, and the light faded. He nodded sternly at Tim, and sat back down.

  “We have a shared goal, then,” he said. “I fear for the safety of my niece every day. The heretic General uses her as a figurehead, as though she were his slave, to subjugate the people under the guise of maintaining the dynasty. I will not stand for it.”

  “What can we do?” asked Tim. “I mean, if you haven’t freed her yet, there must be a reason why, right?”

  “If my brother sent you, he must have sent you for a reason,” said the man. “I will think on this tonight. You will have a residence provided to you to sleep in, and we will speak and form a plan in the morning.”

  The Hand of the Sky Turner clapped his hands, and Elsa stepped back into the room. She walked up to him for a moment and had a quick, whispered conversation. He handed her something, and then she led the two of them out the door, and down the hall.

  “I overheard some of your conversation,” she said.

  “You naughty girl,” said Tim. Kate huffed behind him, and he found himself regretting the comment.

  “I’m sorry, but…that’s amazing. You were sent by our lord! The struggle will finally come to an end with you here!”

  “Of course,” said Tim. “But uh, for tonight, how about we just relax and get some sleep?”

  “Of course, I didn’t mean to pressure you,” said Elsa. “The Hand of the Sky Turner has taken a great interest in you, sir.”

  She led them outside the church and a small distance down the street from it. They stopped in front of a tiny cottage, and she handed him a key.

  “This is one of the many properties of the Hand,” she said. “It is an honor for someone other him to be allowed to stay here.”

  “Thanks, I guess,” said Tim. “If you run into Marco back in the church, can you let him know that we’re here?”

  “Yeah, of course,” she said.

  Elsa smiled at him, and walked away.

  Tim and Kate were alone outside the house, and he didn’t even need to look at her to get a sense of what she was feeling. He said nothing for a moment, and then finally just decided to walk up the steps and head inside.

  “That’s it?” yelled Kate. “You don’t have anything to say? Not a word in your defense?”

  “What am I fucking supposed to say?” he yelled back. He quickly unlocked the door and threw it open, his anger finally boiling over.

  “You’re my sister, Kate….not my girlfriend,” he said. “I don’t have to say anything about this.”

  The street was empty, but somehow the words still seemed illicit and damning on his lips. Kate looked at him, and the expression on her face began to shift, from anger, to confusion, to devastation. She blinked several times, and then began to cry, tears streaming down her face and dropping to the ground.

  “Kate…just listen to me,” he said, starting towards her. She pushed him away and walked into the house, leaving Tim alone in the street.

  CHAPTER 44

  Time spent a while outside sitting on the steps before he went inside. The house was nice, small and cozy, but with opulence reflected in every bit of the décor. It was only one floor, a kitchen, a bedroom, a bath, and a living room. He slipped off his shoes and headed towards the bed, which he found Kate lying on, turned away from him.

  He walked slowly over, and sat down next to her. She didn’t say anything, and didn’t even move to acknowledge his presence. He sighed, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

  “Kate, I love you,” he whispered. “It’s a different kind of love though. Not like a sister, but not as…not as a lover, either. I know how confusing that sounds, but it is confusing.”

  He breathed heavy, trying to find the ever so elusive magic words he needed.

  “I’m always going to love you, and nobody else will ever quite have the kind of relationship that we have,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you Kate, not ever. But sometimes…it’s almost like I can’t help it. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying…”

  He sighed again. Kate reached her hand around and put it on top of his, rubbing gently.

  “I love you, Tim,” she whispered. “I’ll always love you, baby bro.”

  For a moment, neither of them said anything. It was just quiet. Tim couldn’t make any sense of his relationship with his sister. He had no idea where things were heading, no idea if there could ever be a happy ending for them or if they would even want one. He just enjoyed her company, and the emotions they shared.

  A knock from outside brought them both back into reality. Tim stood up and walked towards the front of the house. He opened the door, and standing on the other side was Marco, backpack slung over his shoulder and equipment in hand.

  “Hey man,” he said. “I take it the meeting went well?”

  “Quite well,” said Tim. “Come on in.”

  He led his friend into the house and gave him the brief tour of the tiny abode. Kate seemed to be in slightly better spirits, and managed a smile as the three of them sat down in the kitchen, laughing and joking. It almost felt as though they had gone back into time, to that strange, distant life before all of it had begun.

  “Well, if nothing else, hopefully we can get some rest and recuperation for a couple of days,” he said. “Man, it’s going to be nice to-“

  A shock jolted up his neck. He felt as though his flight instinct had just been triggered, and found himself scanning the room for danger.

  “Tim?” said Marco. “You okay, man?”

  He looked at his friend, and then felt his eyes being drawn to the door.

  “Get out of there Tim, my brother wants what you have, just like he wanted what I have!”

  The voice was ethereal and seemed to come from every direction at once, but it was clear who it belonged to. Jarovian was warning him of something that he should have realized from the start.

  “We have to go!” he shouted, jumping up from his chair. “Grab your stuff!”

  “Tim, what’s wrong?” asked Kate. “What-“

  “Marco, go outside and watch the street. If you see anything, or anyone, yell to us immediately!”

  His friend nodded, and dutifully rushed outside. Tim ran into the kitchen and began pulling cans of food out of the cabinet and stuffing them into what little room he had left in his bag.

  “We’re being set up, Kate,” he said. “We can’t trust anyone anymore.”

  “What? How do you know?”

  “I can’t explain,” he said. “Come on, if we hurry we can-“

  “Tim!” screamed Marco.

  He dropped what he was doing and slowly walked towards the door. Outside he could see his friend, and he felt his heart sink. There were several white robed figures surrounding him, and the Hand of the Sky Turner st
ood about thirty feet from the steps, holding his staff and book.

  “Come out, Tim,” yelled the Hand. “Come out now, or your friend dies.”

  Tim looked towards Kate. She was on the verge of panicking, and he grabbed her face and pulled it in close to his.

  “Look, just stay behind me,” he said. “If anything happens, run, and don’t stop.”

  She nodded. Tim took his sword in one hand and his book in the other, and then opened the door and stepped out.

  “Let him go, or I will destroy all of you,” he yelled.

  “I know what you’re capable of with that thing,” said the Hand. “But you must also know how easy it would be for my men to kill him.”

  On cue, one of the robed men stepped behind Marco and held a curved blade to his neck. Tim began reaching to open the book, and the figure pressed the sharp edge against Marco’s flesh.

  “I will do it,” said the Hand. “Throw the book over to me, and I will let him go. You have my word. I can’t let you stay on the island, but all I want, all I care about, is what you have of value to me.”

  Tim clenched his teeth in anger. He was cornered, and he knew it. Slowly, all the while knowing that it was the wrong choice, but the only one that would let him continue to sleep at night, he gripped the book in his hand and tossed it across the grass.

  The Hand smiled, and walked slowly to it, picking it up as though he were a small child inspecting a Christmas present. He rubbed his hand against the cover, smelled it, and then nodded over to the man standing behind Marco. The blade was drawn across his throat, and he collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling freely out of his neck.`

  “Fuck!” yelled Tim. “Holy fuck!”

  The Hand just smiled. Kate was clinging to Tim’s arm so tightly that he could feel her nails gouging into his flesh. He held his sword up in a futile gesture as several robed men started towards him. And then, all hell broke loose.

  Gunshots echoed from the far end of the street. It was dark, but Tim could make out several silhouettes approaching the standoff. One of them passed under a lamp post and he could clearly see the camouflaged military fatigue uniform. The Hand turned his attention away from Tim and his sister and towards the new threat.