I guess she could feel my dick getting hard in my pants, as it tried to escape the confines of my navy blue trousers. She reached down and rubbed my h...rd member through the soft cotton fabric. "I'm going to take care of you," she said.She unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide to the floor. My boxers didn't stand a chance against my hard cock, as it sprang out of the flap. I guided her down into a kneeling position on the floor and she was face to face with my cock. Quickly her tongue circled. Perhaps last week was an aberration and I had nothing to worry about. Then I heard the soft footfalls outside my door. Peering into the empty confessional beside me, I awaited the opening of the door.Instead of it opening, my door was instead. Standing in front of me was the red haired woman from last week! Wearing a black cape and thigh high boots, she stood in the doorway, back lit by the churches lights. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." came the sultry voice "Hello, Father. I'm sure. You must choose colors and the device which shall be yours. We must also enter your name into the records we have, here. Messages must go out to your sister! You are the proper Duke de Landkur! " he said, with excitement in his voice.So it was, that I found myself being fitted with clothing of a noble of this world. I looked at what was available, and chose a vibrant green color. Marald seemed to be smug, when I chose this color. I asked him why."Green symbolizes life and nature. Your Great,. Stop avoiding Athalia. She’d killed three werewolves? Her? The hell kind of monster was inside this woman?“Well ... Viktor’s dead, and the Uratha here are—”“Viktor’s dead, the Invictus aren’t. And far as I can tell, none of you give a shit about your kine.” She raised her fingers to quote the word ‘kine’. “As you can see from the orgy below, they’re just bloodbags to you. So, fuck your vampires. And the wolves? Just angry dogs waiting to bite anything that gets too close. So fuck them too. And.