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House of Lust (part 20)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: blood, violence, sex.

Note: Last chapter! Thank you for supporting me and this story! I hope you liked it. I don't have free time, but I wrote a little every day. At least I post it hahaha! Love this community so much and my friends @darknessisafriend @galos-writing @beatlebabe1996 @missrockabilly99 and @five-miles-over a lot!

When he was a kid, he was alaways told that people used to be bad, but he had to be good. François didn't believe it. He thought everyone was good, at least in a little part. That made him an idealist.

He decided that, if people was bad, he could bring their good side out. He didn't want to be a God or anything, but a messenger for God. He wanted to have the power, in a minimal state, to forgive people sins and make them go to Heaven, not matter what they did.

He was a fervient catholic, and he was just a child when he decided to be a priest. The Revolution didn't stop him, and he arrived to Charenton. But his parents had to run away from France, and he was now in there, in the lake.

It's not that everything was his parents fault. He couldn't blame them for what happened in Charenton five years ago. That was his own fault. All of it. Because he had many chances to stop what was going to happen, to stop the Marquis and the consecuent Madeline's death. But he couldn't.

But after recovering, because yes, he was crazy at the time his friend and lover died in those horrible ways, he had the chance to be a free and normal man again. He felt away from God, but in his heart he wanted to be closer to Him again.

He then met you. He never thought he would fall in love in such a sick and surreal environment. But he did. He loved you. And still he felt closer to God again, not as a priest, but as a man who was full of hope. Who knew God would help him, even if everything that happened the last days was bad.

The thunder that hit the three was his salvation. God gave him an opportunity, the perfect moment, to escape from that place, that House of Lust. His whole body was trembling, soared from the beatings and the way the man was raping him moments before.

But he could run. The tree branch fell over the roof and killed a few persons. In other circumstances, he was in there for helping them, for cure their injures or give them the extreme unction.

But no. Those people deserved to die, to suffer, to cry and be scared. Because they were real demons.

But François never thought he would be facing the Devil himself at that lake. He knew he faced him before all days he was in there, tortured in physic and psychological ways. He also knew he had to protect you and protect Josephine.

But he never thought Odelle was so bad, so mind-twisted, so fucked up, until she pointed the gun to them and shot. She shot not having a clear target but with the idea of killing one of the three people she considered were finishing with her beloved House of Lust: her two sisters and that fucking priest.

The bullet traveled faster to them, even with the heavy rain falling around it. The wind was also strong, but it didn't stop the bullet to arrive to it's target.

A moment, not two, and the only thing that could be heard was silence. An awful silence after the gun's noise that came when the three of them didn't understand where did the bullet go. Until Josephine fell down, grabbing her stomach.

You kneeled next to her, grabbing her between your hands, crying in despair. François looked at you both in shock, thinking that Odelle was like Cain killing her own brother. Or in this case, her own sister, the girl who helped her with this crazy idea that the House of Lust was, but had a change inside of her and wanted to do things right.

"What have you done?!" You shouted, crying, holding your dying sister, who clinged onto you like if that could save her life.

"I did what I had to." Odelle answered, loading her gun again. She was jealous of you. But she was also jealous of Josephine. Because she was a good girl after all, who decided to get away from her in the name of an unrequited love.

François didn't think about anything while he ran faster than he could imagine and jumped on her to make her fall before she could shoot again.

He never hit anyone before Odelle. Never in his life, but one time when he grabbed Doctor Roger-Collard from the neck in front of the Abbé de Maupas, scaring him.

But now, his whole mind and body reacted, and while he was in top of her as he was before, it wasn't like in the House, as the moment he was fucking her. He hit her hard, one slap with his hand in her face.

She reacted too, and they started to fight in the ground. The water was falling over them while they kept struggling, groaning and doing everything they could to beat the other.

Odelle was strong. Her naked body was cold, but her blood was like the flames of the same Hell. And she was hitting him hard, scratching him and trying to get up to pick up the gun.

François was quick, but he didn't have any idea of how to fight someone. He never did it. He just moved his hands, knowing that somehow he was stronger. But in fact, he really wasn't. He was all bruised and soared. And he had no resistence by now.

He was actually fighting for his life. And yours. By now Odelle was a mess like him, covered in mud and some blood, trying to escape from him. But something grew inside of him and he kept her in the ground, her face almost in the water, almost drawning.

"Please..." She begged. "Please... stop, Abbé..."

Those words were a trigger. He was killing her. His whole body on top of her, keeping her down while his hands kept her head in the ground, a beastfull groaning coming constantly from his troath. He was an animal. The animal he fought to leave behind in that cell in Charenton. The one who was blamed for the Marquis' death. The one he thought had died.

His green eyes were covered of tears. He looked at Odelle, and saw the way his hand was taking her from the neck, so he released her. She started to cough while he got up and looked at her, the strong rain washing his mud covered face a little.

"Let us go, and I will not kill you."

"You are not like that, Abbé, are you? Of course you are. It was real that you killed the Mar---"

"Silence!" He raised his voice, breafly looking at you still holding Josephine, who was alive. "I'm not a murderer. I'm not like you. You shot your own sister, who loved you. Live with that."

He walked to you, but two or three steps after, Odelle ran and jumped to him, embracing him in a way they both fell to the lake. The Abbé heard you screaming, and then his ears were under the water.

She was trying to drown him. He felt water entering into his lungs. He felt pain. But he didn't surrender. He fought back, trying to make her fall. Until he felt a strong noise outside, like a canon.

It wasn't a canon. It was Odelle's gun, this time against her. She fell to the water, losing her strenght suddenly. She let go François, and he got up caughing, seeing you still pointing the gun to your sister.

Odelle looked at you in awe, blood running from her mouth. She smiled briefly before falling into the lake, dying happy. In her own mind, her last thought was on you finally doing something bad: killing someone.

François got out of the lake and hugged you. You were crying, Josephine still on the ground pressing her wound. None of you said nothing. Just looked at each other and went to sit beside you dying sister.

"Did you... Did you kill Odelle?" Jodephine asked, her voice a whisper.

"I had to." You answered, sobbing. "She would have killed us all."

"At least is just me." Your sister said, taking your hand and François'. "At least you'll be together, in love."

Josephine died slowly and peacefully with your hands in her own, knowing her little sister would be fine. She loved the young man, but she understood he loved you. And that made her happy.

François was breathing with pain. He was wounded, but his heart felt worse while seeing you crying over your sister's body. He took you by the shoulders and made you got up, slowly going out of the property.

You both ran as fast as you could. But rain was heavy, and with the mud it was even difficult to walk. Suddenly you saw a carriage and François ran to it, moving his arms to catch the driver's attention. The man stopped the horse and looked at you worried, enough to let you go with him to his farm.

The morning came fast and François found himself embracing you, both lyind down into grass bales. You were sleeping with your face covered in mud and tears, inside a stable.

François felt a little guilty. Because of his arrival to the House of Lust, your sisters died, many people suffered and you were out ans away from everything you knew. But it wasn't his fault at all. He was in there because he got out of Charenton and received the letter...

The second letter! He remembered he had carried it with him all night, and he took it out of his pocket just to find it was fully erased because of the rain water and the lake.

"Shit." He said to himself, waking you up.

"What is it?" You asked, rubbing your eyes.

"When Josephine helped me while I was in the dungeon, she said my parents brought two letters with them. The first one is the one I received, that made me go to the Mansion. The second one was this."

"And what does it says?"

"I don't know. It's all erased."

You took it into your hands and looked at it slowly, with care. Then, you took his hand with emotion.

"This part is visible. Look!" You said, pointing at the final part of the expensive and still wet paper. You both read, until you did it in loud voice.

"Monsieur Aubin will give you... yours... good luck, son. Your par... love you so much..." You said, snorting. "Those missing parts are important?"

"I don't know. At least we have a name."

"Do you know him?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Robert Aubin. He was a friend of my father. Hopefully he's at home. We have to go to Paris and find him."

François got out and found the man who let you sleep in his stable working outiside. His name was Serge. He asked François if you wanted to eat something, and he agreed.

The man was old, like his wife. But they were good, hospitable and friendly, the complete opposition to the people of the House of Lust. They didn't have a bathroom, but they gave you both a tray with water to clean yourself.

The woman also gave you some clean clothes. They belonged to her and their son, who was part of Napoleon's army by now.

After thanking them the best you could, you decided to walk to Paris. It was a long way, and you arrived at sunset. François felt alive again, smiling after all. He was in Paris, a big city with a lot of people, who weren't so crazy as other he met at your home.

"You okay?" He asked, taking your hand.

"Yes. It's just... Strange to be outside my house without my sisters. Just... Just alone, free..."

You were really sad. But you also felt relief. You were actually free as you said. And you were with a man you loved, who cared for you, protected you and loved you back. You smiled a little, making him smile too.

You arrived to Monsieur Aubin by night. He was a rich man, so his butler opened the door when he recognized the Abbé de Coulmier. He let you in, seeing you from head to toes. You were clean, but those clothes weren't from people with money.

Aubin came downstairs and hugged François. He saluted you with kindness and called his housekeeper. She took you to a bedroom and gave you a dress that could fit you. After that, you accepted to take a bath in the large bathroom of the Mansion. You needed it.

The Mansion was very similar to yours, but smaller. You didn't got out of the bedroom, tho. You decided to wait François in there, seeing the expensive wooden furniture while you were lying in bed.

Coulmier found you sleeping, so he sat by your side, touching your hair. You were lovely. He wanted to tell you Aubin wanted you both to stay that night at his home. And he decided to go downstairs, but you woke up.

"Hey." You said. "How did that go?"

"We can stay in here tonight. Do you want to eat something? They're making dinner."

"That would be nice." You said, taking his hand. He let it in your face, caressing it. "What did he tell you?"

"Well, he said my parents are in Spain, and he had a lot of money that's mine. They let it here. The thing is that Odelle never gave me the letter before. I just had to go to your home and take the second letter."

"But my sisters kept you in there because of that demonic week with their guests."

"Exactly. I wasn't going out of there alive, even if Odelle said I would be free. That's why she didn't gave me the letter. I would be out of the House of Lust before it even started."

You chatted more, and then you went downstairs to eat and talk with Monsieur Aubin. You talked about you, but you didn't mention your sisters and he didn't asked.

The man was nicer that anyone. He laughed a lot and made you smile after everything you're been through. You eat chicken with potatoes and he told you the direction of François' parents in Spain.

François explained that he wasn't a priest anymore until he could talk with the bishop. But he wasn't wrong when he also said he wanted to keep it that way, because he was in love with the girl who hosted him in her house.

Aubin said you looked lovely together, and that he hope you both could have a happy life, with children maybe, joking about marrying soon. He passed a hand into his grey hair and apologized for going to bed early. He was a lawyer and he had to work the next day.

You went to the bedroom together and hugged for a couple of minutes, sitting in the bed and looking at each other. You suddenly started to cry. You went through a lot in a few days: love, pain, death, sadness. But you were alive, with him.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, visible worry.

"I'm sorry for Josephine. But I'm happy I'm with you."

He approached to you slowly, with his eyes wet, and kissed you. The kiss went deeper as your hands caressed his handsome face. You both forgot for a moment everything that happened in the Mansion as he made you lie down in the bed.

He kissed your neck, making you gasp. A few moments latter you were taking off your clothes while kissing each other. He went on top of you, kissing you again, his fingers going all around your body. It was all happening faster as ever. And you both wanted it.

You carressed his soft skin until you felt his hard cock against you thighs. You took his hair and grabbed his dark locks. He entered you slowly, feeling how wet and ready you were to take him inside you, kissing and bitting your breasts.

You weren't fucking. You were making love. To any other person, you both would be crazy to do it after everything that happened. People had suffered. He was tortured. And a lot died, including your sisters.

But you had a moment now, to feel each other and show love. Any gasp, any moan, any sound you made was a sign of how you could forget everything and enjoy to be alive. You were losing your virginity, you were finally feelling as a woman, pleasure running all your body.

You left everything: your House, your belongings, your books, dresses and everything you had. Your family was dead. But the only thing you missed was Josephine. You cried a lot for her, and you knew you would cry a lot after.

But you were with the man you loved, knowing you would have a future with him. He wanted to go to Spain, as he expressed during dinner, and you accepted without hesitation. You didn't have anything more in France.

You wanted to know the world with him. You wanted to know his parents, to have a home and raise a family with him. He wanted the same.

"I love you, Y/N." Said he while thrusting. You climaxed clenching your fingers in his buttocks and he followed you soon after, his head in your chest to feel your heart, your fingers in his hair to calm him down.

"I love you too, Abbé." You said, as if that was a nickname. Maybe it was. He wasn't the man he was before. He forgot about Charenton, Madeline and the Marquis de Sade. Or at least, he promised to himself he would.

He had you. And soon, you would be out of France and away all the madness that followed you both. He was full of love, and he wanted to be happy after everything that happened the last years. He was a good man who deserved it, as you were a fantastic girl who also deserved a man like him: almost a saint who was corrupted.

God gave him another chance. He was kept in a cell for five years after loosing his friend and the girl he loved. He was innocent, idealist, joyful. By now he was another man, away from those things. But he was still a good person. And he wasn't crazy at all. He knew that everything he'd been through was like a test. And he passed it.

He was free as you: free from his chains, from his own mind, from bad people. He was free to do whatever he wanted, even to love you. He cried in your chest, embracing you strongly.

You were there, you were real, you were just like him. And he sweared he was going to be faithful to you. You deserved to be happy and he was going to take care of you more that his own life. You saved his after all.

Monsters were real; his friends, your family, and a lot of people you knew. You didn't mind about anything more, you knew nobody will look for you, it was always like if you didn't existed. By now you were together, out finally of the House of Lust. And you loved each other. Only God knew what would happen to you after. But you were certain it would be a good, happy life.

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[darknessisafriend]

I will hold you in my arms again Abbe x Reader

@joa-quin-phoe-nix-fan here is your quote request! I hope you will enjoy it, it’s quite angsty^^

“That kid will finally be put at his rightful place, in a cell among the crazies he loves so much!” said the doctor with a grin as he signed a paper of forced internment for the Abbe, since the death of Madeleine, the Marquis and the fire, he had gathered everything he needed to take down the priest; his too high tolerance with the Marquis and other patients like Bouchons, his fascination for the writings of the Marquis, his affection for the maid, now he had become unstable, enable to sleep, depressive, full of dark thoughts and self-harm tendencies. “We will put him in a cell and forever in the coming hour.” Told Collard to his assistant, he couldn’t wait to see him behind bars.

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your gasp, no he was going to take everything from him, and he was going to separate you from your lover Francois, you had to tell him and run away together! So quickly and as quietly as possible you hurried to the Abbe’s office, bursting in without knocking and locking the door behind you. Francois barely jumped out of his thoughts, the past days had been traumatizing for a gentle boy like him, now he was broken.

“Francois!” you rushed to him, cupping his face, lately your boyfriend was only the shadow of himself. “Francois listen to me; the doctor signed a paper of forced internment for you, and he is going to locked you up in the coming hour, we have to run away!” you told urgently, hoping for a more vivid reaction from him.

His hands came up, putting them on yours, his thumb brushing over your skin “I can’t Y/N…” he said pained.

“But why? Francois if he does that we will be separated!” you exclaimed urgently.

“I know. But I heard Valcours talk…the gates are already closed for me; they won’t let us out. They won’t let me out.” He pinched his lips together, feeling betrayed by those men “I have to stay Y/N , try to protect them, try to resonate the doctor, the next man who could replace me…”

“Francois, how can you give up your freedom to fight for a lost cause? You will be useless behind bars and-and what will I do without you my love?” you replied, your voice trembling as tears came into your eyes, it was too late.

“Nothing is always lost. Y/N…” his eyes met yours, more alive this time, as if bringing up the love you had for each other was the only thing that made him feel alive. “I have you on the other side, some of the maids too. I have to do my best to defend Charenton against that demon!” he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him and making you sit on his lap “Charenton and you is the only thing I have left, I won’t abandon any of you. I promise you Y/N” you smiled softly, caressing his face and kissing him, until you were startled by the echo of the voice of the doctor, that asshole was getting impatient on putting his claws over the Asylum, he would probably arrive very soon, much sooner than you had hoped. You quickly looked towards the door in fear, your heart racing in your chest.

“Hey, look at me Y/N.” said Francois softly, cupping your chin and making you look at him in the eyes, he had such a gentle gaze, full of love. “I swear to God, we will never be apart, the door of a cell won’t stop us from loving each other with the same devotion and intensity.” He said passionately, ignoring the voice of the doctor and steps of guards getting closer and closer to his office.

“I love you Francois so much…!” tears started to run along your cheeks. He swallowed down and brought a hand to your face, his thumb attempting to erase your many tears.

“Hush my love…this is not the end. I would prefer to remember your beautiful smile from our last intimate moment.” He smiled tenderly at you, his eyes wet with emotion, everything was supposed to go differently, Charenton, a little heaven on Earth where he could love freely. He captured your lips for a desperate kiss, his tongue tasting yours, caressing your lips in a soothing gesture. He refused to believe this would be the last time, God will hear his prayers.

“Coulmier! Open up!” the thunderous knockings of the doctor and his henchmen against the door made you jump in fear, they were about to come in. “Francois…!” you whispered terrified.

“Don’t pay attention to them Y/N. I don’t care, you are the only one that matters to me in this instant.” He captured your lips again, he wanted to savor you until the last moment. You focused on your lover, ignoring the cracking of the door, ready to break. “I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love. I vow to love you, and no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find a way back to each other.” He promised you fondly as if you were marrying and this was part of his poet soul that you loved so much.

“And I vow the same to you Francois…now and forever!” you sniffled, watching him as he took off the golden chain with a cross hanging round his neck under his cassock and putting it around your neck to seal that promise.

Suddenly, the door broke, the doctor and its henchmen bursting in and rushing towards you and your tender priest. You jumped in fear, but your hands held on tightly to Francois, you didn’t want to part, not yet.

“Abbe De Coulmier! It has been diagnosed that you are mentally ill and are no longer able to manage the Asylum. You are now under internment, under my care boy!” the doctor retained a laugh, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Collard…” growled Francois, he would not let them take him without a fight so he quickly pushed you away and threw himself on the doctor, trying to strangle the man who had destroyed his dream. You had never seen him so enraged, so raw but how much you understood him, he fought as hard as he could, his hands seizing the doctor’s neck briefly before receiving a hard hit on the back of the head from one of the men, making him let go of the doctor and fall down, the men then seized him. “See!? That man is a danger to others!” panted the doctor, afraid by that sudden violence. “Lock him in a cell!”

“Francois!” you quickly ran to him, seizing his face, worried. He looked at you, silent because he was still under the shock of the blow. But his lips mouthed ‘I love you’, you nodded, tears in your eyes, kissing his forehead to avoid the doctor’s attention. The kiss was short, the henchmen pulling Francois away like a criminal, a man who had sacrificed himself for others, he didn’t deserve that. “I will keep my promise Francois! And I will keep serving Charenton to its best! I swear to God!” you screamed as he was taken away, tears starting to run down on his cheeks, he will get out one day and hold you in his arms again.

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[five-miles-over]

Hey sweety! Can I ask for some Commodus, Joe and Abbé HC's if they were parents? Thanks!

Thank you so much for the ask, @fly-like-a-phoenix! I’m sorry it took a while for me to respond to this.

Abbé de Coulmier from ‘Quills’

• Abbé would be very insistent upon teaching his children proper values from the Bible (fearing God, being humble, showing kindness to everyone)

• From the moment, they can start talking, Abbé would teach his children many of the prayers that he’s learned. They would have to recite the Lord’s name every morning, every night, before eating, and before sleeping. 

• He’d never let his children out of his sight when in Charenton because he’s constantly worried about them being harmed by the inmates or Dr.Royer-Collard. And heaven forbid the Marquis ever laid hands upon his innocent children - Abbé would be furious enough to leave Charenton forever.

• However, Abbé would also make sure that his children knew that the world was a very lovely place - even if Charenton made it seem bleak and dreary. He would tell his children colorful stories about good triumphing over evil, and teach them pleasant songs.

• Also, I could totally see Abbé teaching his children to waltz when they grow older

Joe from ‘You Were Never Really Here’

• The first thing I think about when imagining Joe as a father is how much importance he would place upon teaching his children self-defense. (This would be true especially if he has daughters, considering how many of the cases that he used to work with involved kidnapped and/or abused young women.)

• Another core value he’d instill in his children would be the importance of standing up for those who can’t defend themselves.

•Joe would definitely have a constant fear about suddenly having an outburst and accidentally hurting the children, but he would do everything in his power to make sure that his PTSD wouldn’t get in the way of his filial relationships. It’d probably be something that he spends a lot of time thinking and talking about to his therapist and/or spouse.

Emperor Commodus from ‘Gladiator’

• Even before having children, Emperor Commodus would swear to himself that he would be nothing like his own father - distant, stoic, cold. He would be present, nurturing, and involved with his children, loving them no matter what.

• He does have experience being a father-like figure to his nephew Prince Lucius, and therefore would already know many things about how to interact with children.

• His favorite thing to do with his children would be telling them stories - about Roman gods and goddesses, previous Roman emperors, and even their own family members

•Emperor Commodus wouldn’t be afraid to indulge in some mock-duels and play pretend with his own children, mainly because he knows the importance of playfulness in childhood. Also, he gets a chance to have the fun that he was denied during his boyhood.   

• And he definitely would cry tears of joy if he ever saw his child in purple robes and a tiny laurel crown pretending to be him.

• Emperor Commodus would definitely waste no time in getting his children acquainted with the citizens of Rome. He’d definitely pass on the ideal of an Emperor being the ‘father of the people’. 

• From chariot rides through the city to gladiator games in the Colosseum to army assignments in Germania, Commodus would give his children plenty of chances to interact with the public and build their own popularity.

• Even though he’s a rich and powerful emperor, Commodus would take pride in his children building up their own identities rather than being known as simply his progeny. He would instill ambition and determination, teaching them to make names for themselves in history. 

Bonus: Modern-Day Commodus

• Modern-day Commodus would definitely create Instagram accounts for his children when they’re babies, just to show the world how proud of them he is.

• Also, Commodus would totally teach his children to have great style and own it. 

• He may not dictate which extra-curricular activities or classes in school they take, but Commodus would expect his children to have some sort of ambition about what they want in life.

• Commodus would try his best to understand whatever it was that his children were passionate about, whether it be break dancing or opera or writing fanfiction, and encourage them.

• Despite being a busy public figure, Commodus would know the importance of showing up to parent-teacher meetings, recitals, sports games, and school plays. Even if he cannot come in person, he’d always find a way to let his children know that he’s proud of them.

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[fly-like-a-phoenix]

The Pope:

His assistants:

The priests:

We are all blessed.

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[fly-like-a-phoenix]

Happy birthday you beautiful man.

I love you.

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[fly-like-a-phoenix]

My Abbé de Coulmier fic full of smut, House of Lust, is here! so the chapters are below, just in a click! Enjoy! (* Signs a smut chapter)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Part 5 - Part 6 - *Part 7* - Part 8

*Part 9 * - Part 10 - Part 11 - *Part 12*

*Part 13* - *Part 14* - Part 15 - Part 16

Part 17 - *Part 18* - *Part 19* - *Part 20*

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House of Lust (Part 19)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: sex, smut, weird shit, violence.

Note: I'm back! After two months and a lot of exams and trips, I can finally give you the penultimate chapter! Enjoy...

Odelle made him stand and pushed him again to the floor, in the middle of the room. François saw now how every guest of the House of Lust was there, watching him.

His mind was racing as faster as his heartbeat. But he knew he had fingered Josephine, and somehow he heard the Marquis' voice. In that distraction, Odelle switched places with her sister and made him fuck her. That's why she was so demanding and different just in a few moments.

His all body hurted, probably because of the drug she gave them. He watched how the people started to take off their cassocks, leaving their masks on. They were all naked. And he feared.

Odelle raised her hands, asking for a silence that was evident by now. Then, she chuckled and decided to give a little speech.

"My friends! My guests! I know I said something like this while we were at the table, but you know how it all works when you have to trick someone else!" The guests laughed as she kept going. "This year was very special to my dead sisters, because it seems they both found love in our special guest in here, the Abbé de Coulmier himself."

There was a silence where François looked at you and Josephine, who was crying and tied too. He had to escape with you and her. That was for sure.

"As you all know, the Abbé de Coulmier was guilty of killing the Marquis de Sade. But thanks to his parents, we all know that is not true. He didn't kill him and for that, he has to be out in the world. But we know it's better to keep him here, isn't it? Writing new stories fof us!"

How did she know he used to write in Charenton was a shock. She had a lot of contacts, that was for sure. But then, François paid attention to the other bit of the speech, that part when she wanted to keep him in the Mansion. She was crazy.

Everyone celebrated what she was saying, getting closer to François and her very slowly. François saw many of them with bruises, but there must be all pleasure marks. Even the men who were by your side and Josephine's approached. And by the smelling, they were all drunk.

"So lets really celebrate this last day, in here!" Odelle was almost shouting. "Fuck with everything as if it was no tomorrow! For the Marquis de Sade and his House of Lust!"

It was just a moment. Just a second were everyone, the shadows, the naked people wearing those awful masks, started and orgy in every corner of the room.

François was desperate, looking for you. But he couldn't find you. He couldn't find Josephine either. He started to pray, asking God to keep you safe. The moaning and gasping started to sound all over the place. And Odelle was smiling, keeping him in the ground.

"Don't you see, Abbé? Don't you see how beautiful is this? How close to the Marquis are we? This is almost a show like the ones on his books!"

François had a plan in mind, but he didn't know how to put it in practice yet. He took her hand, surprising her, and looked at her deeply into her eyes.

"Don't you want to be part of it too, Odelle?" Said he, faking a charming smile. She laid down and kissed him, her nails scratching his skin again. He moaned and kissed her back, feeling her wet lips caressing his as he went on top of her.

He suddenly felt other hands in his back, caressing his soft but hurted skin. Those hands were larger, and at the moment he opened his eyes and tried to turn his head to see who was it, he couldn't do anything.

He felt something wet, big and hard against his butt. A moment or two, he had it inside of him, moaning hard by the contact and the shock. He couldn't see the man, but he started to thrust inside of him... And Odelle was still under him.

She enjoyed his face, the pain and pleasure he was feeling at the same time, the tears running down his cheeks. She took his still hard cock and started to masturbate him, pressing it against her abdomen and breasts.

François thought his plan was not going to happen, not with this man fucking him for now. But his mind and body were over stimulated, and he liked the way the man was fucking him.

And, even with all the darkness around, he saw you in a corner, hiding behind a column. That was an oportunity, he thought. But again his mind was in other place, and the pleasure he was now feeling, making him moan in return.

He concentrated and moved to a side, the man had to get out of him, a bit surprised. But then he put his still hard cock inside Odelle, and she had no time to say anything, she just accepted it, like if she was nothing but a toy.

The Abbé tried to move away from her, but he couldn't. Even if she was deep into her own pleasure, she took his hand and tried to make him get closer. He kissed her, her body still moving with the guy in the middle of her legs. And that seemed to make her let him go for a moment.

Coulmier got up and walked into the human mass. All the guests, without seeing each other faces, were fucking like if there was not tomorrow. They seemed all joined together, skin to skin, moving around on the floor.

It was disgusting. It was like seeing the Hell itself, with all the lust of the world between those four walls. It was like seeing one of the 120 Days of Sodom scenes there, in front of him. He remembered writing it, writing about those young and poor kids kidnapped to be the objects of pleasure of four rich men.

Was he now one of those poor kids, kidnapped? He suffered a lot in that House of Lust. But he also fell in love with you. That was the only thing he could say it was good. The only good thing in five years or more.

He looked everything with open mouth, not feeling arousal but disgust. They were all worst than animals, all rich people in there, on the cold floor, feeling each other warm body. In a fraction of second, Coulmier started to pray.

He was really away from God since all the Charenton and Madeline thing happenned. He was locked in a cell like if he was dangerous, like if he killed a man who was the real danger. He was obligued not only to write. But also to go mad.

But then he thought he was cured. He felt normal again. He didn't hear no more voices, not even the Marquis' one. And then, his parents, like if they were angels, sent him that letter, taking him out of Charenton.

He prayed to God, asking him for help. He was a good man before Madeline's death. Now, he was different. But he still was a good man, who deserved to be helped after everything that happened to him. And to you.

The moment he closed his eyes was like everything around him stopped. He felt a connection with God he had not felt in a long time, like if God was in there with him. He asked help to escape, to be free and well with you.

And, in a weird act that seemed more like a greek comedy resolution, a Deus Ex-Machina itself, they all got scared because of a strong thunder which sound was like hearing the angels trumpets anouncing the Doom Day.

Not a second after the scaring sound, a really big tree branch broke the ceilling and crushed a few guests, killing a few if them instantly. The rain got everyone wet in the second everybody shouted, scared of the accident.

And in that same moment, François felt like he was again in Charenton. It was like that mess that ocurred the day Madeline died, where part of the Asylum burned and the immates ran out of their cells. And the blood on the floor and the walls also reminded him to the Marquis and that horrible moment where he found Madeline death.

That moment of madness, with some people trying to help those who were wounded under the brach, and others trying to escape, was perfect for him to look for you and run. You were looking the mess in front of you, crying. But then you calmed down when you saw him running to you.

There was just a second where you couldn't react. He took one of your hands, that was still tied to the other, and also took a cassock of one of the guests. Then, you both ran to the door. He opened it and made you both run the faster you could, putting the cassock around his waist when you both stopped. He untied your hands and hugged you. Then, he talked, visible shaken.

"I thought I would not see you again, Y/N. I was so scared." He said, not letting you go.

"I'm so sorry. For all."

"It's okay. We have to get out of here. Now."

You kept running into the empty, dark corridors of the Mansion. The only lights were of the thunders, and it was more scaring knowing that it was the middle of the day, the sky looking almost black.

You were hidding, cheking if there was no guards or guests around. You arrived to the kitchen, and stayed in silence. There was someone out, maybe Claude or Louis. You took a knife and got out of the place, finding Louis giving his back to you.

"Louis". You said, making him turn around, visible scared of seeing you armed. "Strip and go into the kitchen. Now."

Louis, who was a really tough guy, did it without hesitation. He liked you. And he didn't want to hurt you or be hurted. It was better this way. He gave his clothes to the Abbé, and he gave him the cassock in return.

You approached to the blond guard and kissed his cheek. He was a good man. And that was a goodbye. You let him in there, locked. And he didn't say anything.

Almost outside the mansion, François entered Odelle's bedroom. It was empty. He then saw the letter Josephine told him, the other one Odelle didn't give to him. He put it in the trousers' pocket, and returned to you.

You were out of the House, feeling the rain falling, the fresh, cold air hitting you. You ran into the forrest, knowing that you would find a way out soon, near the lake.

You arrived to that spot at the lake where you almost kissed for the first time. You wanted to rest a little. You both ran a lot, and François had to rest. He was tortured just days before. You didn't understand where did he found that strenght to keep going.

He took water between his hands and drank it, you doing the same. The rain was heavy, the drops bouncing off the lake water. You were tired. But you couldn't stop. You were about to keep running, but you saw a figure running to you. You took the Abbé's hand. And he looked at it too.

You were almost going to run, but you heard a voice you both knew very well, screaming desperately your names. It was Josephine. You ran to her and hugged her, you both crying. François hugged her too, happy for her to come with you both.

"Abbé, Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't know she will drug us. I swear it."

"It's okay." He said, smiling. "You're fine. That's what it matters for now."

"I'm glad you had time to put on some clothes, Josephine. We have to keep going." You said.

But in a moment, everything changed because another figure was approaching slowly to you. At the moment a thunder lighted the place, you all saw Odelle was naked in front of you, with something in her hand. And after the strong sound coming from the sky, Odelle raised her hand and shoot the gun, the bullet traveling to one of you faster than your brains working out what was going on.

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I was just finishing my University work for today, so I decided to watch Quills as a break. And my aunt was visiting us, and she sit next to me. And the Abbé just showed up and I decided to see what would she say. So it was all like:

Yep. I'm Samantha. Sorry aunty, he's still one of the hottest guys I've seen in my life. And even if he's a priest, I will shout it with all the power of my lungs 😂

I was thinking in write some fics in here, what so you think? I have a lot of Joaquin written already, but I don't know if I should post it. What do you say?

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House of Lust (part 16)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: some mentions of violence and wounds, mentions of sex.

Odelle went to the dungeons in the morning, finding François sleeping on the ground, covered with the blanket. She actually thought he was dead for a minute, but he wasn't. He survived the punishment. And she didn't know how.

What she was thinking by now was about that empty bottle and that blanket. Who gave those to him? Was it you? One of the guards? Louis? Claude? One of the guests? No, they didn't know he was in the dungeons.

She opened the cell and approached him. She kneeled beside him and put her hand on his shoulder, moving him to wake him up.

"Abbé. Hey Abbé. Wake up. C'mon."

He started to open his eyes and, at the moment he saw Odelle, he jumped and moved to a corner, scared like if she was the product of a nightmare. He even thought he was dead, and she was a demon from a real Hell.

"Oh, do I scare you that much? That's nice!" She mocked. "Take this. Put them on." She throwed him a new cassock, shirt and trousers, and waited for him outside, smiling. He still had some bruises all over his body, and that made her feel good. But the lashes in his back somehow were cured. And she noticed it. It was impossible he did it alone. Someone must have help him.

Coulmier arrived at her side with new clothes, while he finished zipping the last buttons. He was breathing slowly. He frowned when he saw her standing and waiting for him. He wanted to kill her. It was the same feeling he always had while seeing doctor Roger-Collard.

He thought a lot about him those days in the dungeon. It reminded him a lot of the Charenton cell he made him go into. He thought a lot about Madeline too. And the Marquis. He dreamt about them. And you. He dreamt about you a lot.

"What the hell do you want now, Odelle? What are you going to make me do?" Said he, angry. His nails scratched the skin of his palms.

"I'm not going to make you do anything, Abbé. I'm done with you. I punished you because of what you did. But that's it. Today is the last day of the House of Lust this year. And you'll be free to go."

Was that true? He didn't trust her at all. But she didn't seem to be kidding. Maybe she was going to free him. Maybe it was true. But it was just a maybe. He didn't say anything else. He just glanced at her with hate.

"Now, go to Y/N chambers and clean yourself a little. Fix you hair. You're so handsome, but now you look horrible."

She smiled and left. He heard moans coming from a door next to where he stood. But it was a common thing by now, and he didn't mind about it.

He entered to your bedroom and found you sleeping. He approached to you in silence, sitting at the edge of the bed, extending his hand to touch your hair. You were fine. That was everything he wanted to know.

"Y/N, it's me." He said, and you woke. You scared at first, but then you recognized him.

"Abbé! Oh my God, I was so scared! Are you okay?" You hugged him quickly, not letting him a chance to go anywhere.

"I'm fine, Y/N. I'm... I'm fine. I'm alive." He smiled.

He broked the hug and looked at you im silence, right into your eyes. You kissed him with hunger, surprising him. But then, he continued with the kiss, touching your face and then your neck.

"I've missed you so much, François." You said, and his name in your lips caused something inside of him.

He started to cry suddenly. You didn't understand why, but you hugged him again, caressing his hair with pity. You didn't know what he had been through.

"Why are you crying, Abbé? What is it?"

"I thought your sister was going to kill me, Y/N. She... Let me in that cage like an animal. And, you know what? I didn't care about that. But then I thought about you, and I wanted to survive for you. I'm so glad you're fine! This are tears of joy!"

You hugged each other again, but when your hand caressed her back, he jumped with pain.

"What is it?" You said quickly, noticing he wasn't that right. You cupped his face with your hands. "You're not okay."

"No. Actually, I'm not." He smiled with pain in his eyes, tears still filling those green diamonds. "Your sister tortured me."

"What?! That fucking bitch! I'm going to kill her!" You screamed.

"Don't say those things, love." Coulmier cut what you were saying, putting his index finger in your lips. "I share the feeling, but tomorrow we will be free."

"You're right. I'm sorry, François. You're absolutely right. Tomorrow we can go to any place we wish, together."

"Actually, I want to talk with you about a couple of things---"

"Not here. Wait. Come with me to the bathroom. I'll give you a nice bath."

He smiled and followed you to the bathroom. He took off all his new clothes, and you couldn't help but put your hands in your mouth when you saw him naked. His back was all wounded with lashes. He had a stiched cut in his chest above the right nipple. And many bruises all over his skin.

"Josephine helped me." He whispered, in case anyone was outside. "She cured my wounds. You were right. She is not like Odelle."

"I told you she's nice. I hope she can get out of this place soon." You said, helping him enter the bathub, which was full of warm water. You started to clean the rests of blood from his back with care.

"I wanted to talk about that. I'm thinking she can go with us, at least while we go away from here. Do you agree?"

"Well... Yeah. She's my sister. And yes, she's done a lot of bad things, but I love her. It's a good idea. I agree."

You both stayed in silence a couple of minutes, just watching each other. You were washing his back with care and, when you ended, you started to give him a little massage in his chest and shoulders. He moaned a little because of the good feeling. After those days in the dungeons, it was nice to be back with you.

"Odelle makes a party every year when the days of the House of Lust are over." You explained. "We have to go and act normally. If anyone asks why they didn't see you these days, we can say you had a seminary."

"What happened these days I've been in the cell?" He asked with confussion.

"I don't know. I've been in a cell myself, Abbé. Odelle locked me up in my bedroom. Josephine brought me food and some water, and I had a bath just before you arrived."

"That bitch... I can't wait to be out of here, away from her." Said he, with hate. You couldn't blame him. You felt like that since many years.

"I need to ask you something, Abbé."

"Tell me." He responded, closing his eyes to feel your fingers massaging his scalp.

"When we were... You know... About to make love... And my sister found us..."

"Yeah...?"

"You said you had to confess something. What was it?"

François opened his eyes and looked at you briefly. He suddenly remembered how good you tasted, and the sounds you made while he was fucking you with his mouth and fingers just before he was taken to the dungeon. Yes. He had to confess something. Something awful. And surely you will understand.

"Do you know the 100 Days of Sodom? The book, I mean. It's a Marquis de Sade book."

"Yeah, my sisters have it in our library. Odelle reads it since it came out, and uses to practice somethings in here. Why?"

"Did you read it?"

"Some parts, just because she obligued me to do it. What has the book to do with your confession?"

He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath, like if what he was about to say was really painful for him. He shocked his head and, with notable shame in his eyes, he talked with low voice.

"It wasn't the Marquis de Sade who wrote it. It was me. Roger-Collard... The doctor who made me be an inmate... When the Marquis died, I started to write as if I was him. I heard his voice in my head, guiding my hand into the paper. When Roger-Collard knew about that, he made me write a long story to print as a book. He told everyone it was the last thing the Maquis ever wrote, but it was me."

"And what about that?" You said, not getting why was that so bad.

"If people is so wicked... If this House of Lust has it existense based in that book, as you said... It's all my damn fault. I... I was so away from God... With everything that happened in those days... My mind was full of demons. And I really understood why the Marquis had to write them."

There was an extended silence in the room, with you finally getting how bad it was for him to write such a nasty, bad and pervert tale as that. Who will imagine it? A priest writing those things!

"Hey. Look at me." You took his face in you hands. "No one has to know. Ever. And I will keep my mouth shout. I promise. It wasn't you who wrote it. As you said, it was the Marquis. But you don't hear him anymore, don't you?"

"No. I haven't hear his voice in a year."

"So, you are you. And that's everything is fine." You said, smiling. He smiled back and kissed you.

"Now, we have to go to the stupid party. This will end soon. And we will be free to do whatever we want."

You helped him to put his clothes again and, back in your bedroom, you brushed his hair with care. He looked at himself in the mirror, and you, standing behind him, approached to him and kissed his cheek.

"You're so damn handsome." You said, waiting for him at the bedroom's door. "And you look so fine... I don't think no one will ask anything odd."

"I'm fine thanks to you and Josephine. And you are magnificent and beautiful too." He responded, smiling, hugging you and kissing you again, as if he didn't spent three days in a cell after a painful and pleasurable torture. "I love you, Y/N."

Guests started to arrive to the dining room from their bedrooms while you smiled at him. It will be a long, weird day. You both knew that. But you didn't imagined what was coming. You had no idea...

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I've been fixing my most lovely Abbé pics' quality with an app I have in my phone. And I just---

I mean... Look at him. JUST LOOK AT HIM!

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House of Lust (Part 18)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut, some swearing, they're in a church (sorry for that)

He looked at Madeline a few moments, watching her beautiful, naked body in there, just for him. If he was dreaming, wouldn't be nice to make love to her? That time he dreamt about that before the Marquis' death, he woke up terrified, because she was dead, and he was fucking her corpse.

But now she seemed so alive he couldn't contain. He approached to her, but she stopped him, putting a hand softly in his naked chest.

"Take off all your clothes." Said she. And he did it. He obeyed, even if he didn't want to. It was a feeling inside him that made him do it. He stripped slowly, taking off the cassock first, then his boats, and finished with the shirt and pants.

He had never being fully naked and vulnerable in front of anybody else than Odelle. Now, he was nude again. And Madeline seemed to be very glad to see him like that.

He laid on top of her with care. He was still sore from Odelle's punishment, but he didn't want to make Madeline feel wrong or hurted in any way. He felt the way she gasped when his body touched hers, and he let out a long breath.

Her skin was warm as his own. Her breasts touched his torso, and he felt her erect nipples brushing the few hairs that covered his chest, making him briefly moan because of that contact.

He looked deep into her eyes. She seemed so real... Those were her eyes. The eyes that still desired him and maybe loved him. The eyes that used to read the Marquis' tales. The eyes that were so perverted that lead her to her own death.

But she was alive. At least, for now.

He rubbed himself against her, feeling himself getting harder. She let out a pleasure cry from her mouth, and he repeated the movement, his semi erect cock moving back and forward against her wet folds.

He finally kissed her when she cupped his face with her hands, her fingers caressing his handsome face while his own fingers touched the sides of her body, her ribs, her hips, her thighs. When she kissed his neck, he moaned again, his fingers suddenly sinking into her folds without warning like a reaction.

She bite her neck after feeling the way his digits stood in her womanhood, her lips sucking the skin a few moments. The pleasure went through their bodies like a lightning at the same time. And, when François felt the way his hand was being covered of her slick, he started to masturbate her.

She moaned at the feeling: he was fingering her, and he moaned as a response, closing his eyes to feel everything better. He laid better, and still circling his fingers inside her, he kissed her neck, his tongue running down until he found her nipple and took it into his mouth.

Madeline was crying of pleasure, her hands grabbing his dark locks to stabilize herself. His fingers went faster, deeper, touching her soft spot until she suddenly came with a scream.

He continued his movements until she stopped him when it hurted, catching her breath again. He took out his fingers, and caressed the skin of her belly, kissing her again after licking the slick in his fingers. The kiss stopped when he felt the Marquis' voice in the room.

"Abbé." Said he, and he lifted his head to see around him.

"What is it, Abbé?" Madeline asked, concerned.

"I heard... I heard the Marquis' voice." He answered, a little scared.

"The Marquis' voice? What?" She said, and he looked at her again, finding not Madeline but Josephine instead.

He gasped, surprised, and almost jumped from the altar, walking a few steps before falling to the ground. He stood in there, crawling and still watching her in the altar, until he covered his face with his hands.

"Abbé? Abbé, what is it?" She asked, her voice in front of him. He looked at her, and it was Madeline again. His mind seemed to be playing with him again, tricking him, like when he was still caged in Charenton.

"I... I just... I don't know... I'm seeing things..." He said, but she only smiled and took his hand, making him stand and leading him again to the altar. He felt that her hand was stronger, the way she tightened his hand seemed different. But he was feeling so many things he didn't care.

He felt dizzy, his eyes were a little bit blurred, like lost. He was there but not there. His mind was sending him signs, but it was like if he didn't want to obey. He just wanted to feel good, and his body was asking him to do so.

"Wait. Wait, Maddy." Said he, and she stopped, looking at him with confussion.

"What is it now?" She asked, letting out a tired breath. Tired because of his attitude.

"Why are you so demanding?" He suddenly said. "Why are you insisting so much about this?"

"Hum... Maybe because I want to feel this? And make you feel good too?" She emphatized, grabbing his big, hard cock. He moaned at the contact, her fingers tightening around it.

She started to move her hand up and down, so slowly it hurted. He moaned again, and she stopped. He felt bad, because he felt something was really wrong. But he wanted to finish too.

"Please..." He begged, just as he did with Odelle when she gave him an blowjob and let him like that.

"Please? Don't you wanna to get inside me instead of this?" She asked, squeezing his lenght.

"Yes..." He answered, not realizing the way she talked wasn't Madeline's at all.

"Then fuck me." She whispered to his ear, and he took her in his arms and slowly kissed her again.

She laid on the cold floor and he joined her, her fingers grabbing his dark locks while he was still kissing her, in part thinking about you again. Even if Madeline was in there, and alive, he still wanted to go with you. That situation with her was like an adventure. With you, it was life.

He took his dick in his hand, rubbing the head against her clit multiple times, earning pleasure cries from her lips. He liked the sensation, but he decided to go further and started to push very slowly inside of her, first the head, and then all the rest.

When he entered fully, he stayed in silence, a soft moan dying in his throat, his eyes closed because of the wet and soft feeling of her thight walls surrounding him. She moaned too, but he didn't pay attention to that. It was all about his feelings for a moment, his decisions, his whole life committed to God only, and those years in that cell in Charenton.

His own hand, Odelle's mouth, other hands, pain, kisses... Nothing gave him such pleasure, ever.

She adjusted to his size, and her nails caressed his face, asking him with a gaze to continue, to start moving. He took out an inch or two, and then pushed again, his hips making a clap against her skin, making her moan loudly. He was very big, and she couldn't believe that yet.

He repeated the motion, and she cried out again. He did it again, and again, and again, slowly at first, feeling every inch of skin inside and out of her, and the way her wall thightened more around him everytime. Then he went faster, his skin against hers, his balls hitting her butt, her nails scratching his back, her moans in his ear.

Some tears were falling from her eyes, and he saw that. Those tears from her were not because of sadness: they were of pleasure and joy. But his own tears, because he was crying without even noticing it, were from emotion. He couldn't believe this was happening, because it felt so real, even if that was a dream!

But it wasn't a dream at all. It was happening, but not in the way he was thinking.

He thrusted into her a few minutes, moaning louder each time. He felt the way his buttocks contracted everytime he pushed against her. And her hands were grabbing them, emphazising his movements.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum again..." Said she. And he went faster than before, cutting her words and transforming them into moans. The orgasm rushed through her again, stronger than the one his fingers caused. A few moments after, he hugged her and thrusted roughly until he felt a tingly sensation and came inside of her.

He moaned again just because of the feeling of staying inside of her. He was still hard, and that seemed weird to him, but he was so turned on it didn't matter. He wanted to continue. But she seemed tired.

"Maddy, are you okay?" He asked, opening his eyes again, meeting the gaze of a girl who wasn't Madeline at all.

Odelle was under him, recovering her breath, covered in sweat as him, smiling with evilness in her face. She suddenly laughed, and he jumped again, scared, and crawled until his back touched the cold stone wall.

"Are you okay, Abbé?" She said, smiling again, now raised and walking to him. He was crying, not understanding what was going on, or how at least.

"Odelle... What...? I was... I just...?"

"Maddy, Maddy, Maddy. She was that chambermaid you were in love with? The one you were telling Y/N the other day? Because I heard you."

"How... Why...?" So many questions in his head, and she was just looking at him, feeling like a goddess.

"Because you needed it. And because I wanted to feel you before Y/N. I wanted you, a virgin man, to loose that. And who's better to do that than me?"

"You are sick. You're a demon." He then thought about you. "Where is Y/N? Where is she?"

"Hum... There."

She pointed to a spot in front of him. He focused better, and he understood that the statues were moving. He was right. Those were people, wearing masks and black cassocks.

He then saw how two of them were grabbing another, a girl, and they pushed her into the ground, falling to her knees. They took the mask off, and he saw it was you, your hands tied, your mouth gagged.

"Y/N." He said in low voice, crawling until he raised himself up and almost ran to you, kneeling in front of you and hugging you. You were crying, despered to break free of those ties and hug him too.

But this was just a moment, because the two men who were grabbing you before hit him with a stick in his back, all the pain of those days tortured in the dungeon coming back again to him.

He fell to the ground, hearing you saying his name with difficulty because of the gag. He heard Odelle approaching, her naked feet walking to him, until her fingers took his hair and grabbed his head, making him look at you.

"We drugged you both in the lunch, with the wine." She explained. "I drugged Josephine too, and she said you wanted to escape. Is that right, Y/N?" She mocked.

You didn't want to look at her. But you knew all this was going to end badly.

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House of Lust (part 15)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds.

François spent there days in the cell, naked and cold, watching through the bars, seeing nothing else that darkness. The only light he had was from a torch just outside the door. And, in those three days, he didn't eat anything.

He only drank water thanks to one misterious woman who wear a mask, freed him from the ropes and gave him a bottle of water one night. Odelle didn't know about her, and she didn't even talk to him. She just handed him the bottle, touched his face softly, and left.

Those three days, he thought about you. What happened with you? Where were you? Did Odelle something bad to you? That masked woman reminded him to Madeline, giving her help to the prisoner, the Marquis. Now, he was the prisoner, and he was just as he was his last days: naked, vulnerable, cold, wounded, alone.

He was in a corner, his arms around his legs, his own breathing warming his torso. He had cleaned the blood in his knees with some water, but he couldn't clean his back. His chest hurted a lot, and he expected that the little cut near his nipple will not be infected.

He was sleeping when he heard that the door was opening. The misterious woman entered, still using the mask. It was a black mask, the emotionless face covering it. The only things he could see were her eyes. Nothing more. She was also wearing a long, black dress, but no shoes.

He raised and stood there, covering his genitals with his hands. His lips were like a broken paint, because he was dehydrated. He used the last drops of water he had in his knees. And he was very hungry too.

"Why are you here" he said, whispering. "Who are you?"

The woman approached to him, first looking at the stairs in case somebody was there, spying. Then, she stood in front of him, touching his face again. François tried to avoid her contact, thinking she would, somehow, hurt him again. But she didn't. She just caressed his face, making him enjoy the way the tip of her fingers touched his skin, so gentle.

"Don't you recognize me, father?" Said she, whispering too, her hand sliding down through his neck, giving him goosebumps. "Don't you recognize my voice? My eyes?"

He looked deep into them. She had green eyes, like him. And, in the days he stood in the Mansion, he only met one girl with those eyes: It was Josephine.

He took off the mask, revealing her beautiful face. He went two or three steps back, visible confussed and disappointed: he actually wanted her to be you. He didn't know why he imagined that, but he expected the masked woman to be you.

Still, he had no place to go. Josephine closed the cell, and she had the key in a necklace around her neck. He suddenly felt the cold from the wall against his lashered back, and went ahead to Josephine, complaning because of the pain.

"Sit down. Now." Said she, and he had to obey. He was most vulnerable than ever. She went to the door, opened it, and took a little bag that was in the darkness, at the first step of the stairs.

Another crazy girl who will hurt me, he thought. But it wasn't like that. Josephine didn't change. She was the same girl who liked to feel and give pleasure and pain, just like Odelle. But with him, everything changed.

She was so madly in love she was cappable of everything, even if those things were contrary to her sister's orders. She sat behind him, and took off the mask. François looked at her briefly with the corner of the eyes. And gasped when she started to cure the lashes of his back.

"Why?" He said, confussed.

"Because you're different to everyone. You are good. No one is good in here. You don't deserve this from us. One thing is sex and lust. But to hurt you?"

She tickled her tongue. François contained the pain, clenching his fists as she cleaned the wounds.

"You're not like your sister." He whispered.

"What did you say?"

"You're different to Odelle. Even if you, or she, or anyone says you both are the same, this is a proof. You are caring for me. She doesn't. I'm just a toy for her."

The silence was Josephine's answer. Her cheeks were blushing. Everytime he talked, she actually felt more and more in love. And she actually wanted to escape with him, away from Odelle and the House of Lust, that actually seemed a bad idea by now.

"All this madness will end tomorrow." Said she, finishing her work on his back. "I will do everything I can to help you go."

She got up a moment, and put a blanket around his body. Then, she sat again in front of him. They were very close. François covered again his manhood with his hands, but she was concentrated in the wound in his chest. She took needle and thread, and after cleaning it with some water and sugar, she started to stich him.

He felt a lot of pain in the sensitive area, but didn't complain. She was very careful, and he looked at her in other way now. She actually seemed a lot different to Odelle. She wasn't that dangerous girl who threatened him when he arrived.

"Abbé, I have to tell you something... About your parents."

"What about them? They never came here, didn't they?"

"No, no. They actually came to us before leaving to Spain. That's true. But that wasn't the only letter. They left another one in here, that we should had to give you when you arrived."

"What does it say?" He asked.

"I don't know. Odelle didn't show me. But I will try to read it to tell you."

She cut the thread with a little knife, touching carefully the stich with the tip of her fingers, giving him goosebumps again.

"Why are you helping me, Josephine? What made you change your mind?"

Her fingers were a few inches down, caressing his nipple. He gasped a little, surprised by her movement, but he actually liked how she touched him. He looked at her deep into her eyes. She did the same. He was waiting for her answer.

"It was you, Abbé. I... I fell in love with you. I've never been in love before. And with all that Marquis reading... I never thought I would be. Until I met you, I spent time with you, and you did those things to me in my bed..."

He looked at her with pitty. She was a poor girl actually: the middle sister, who did everything her big sister said, just to please her. She was alone. She had no friends, and as you had say, she was very sweet. She didn't like violence as Odelle. He actually never saw her been violent with anyone.

"You're a nice person, Josephine." Said he, taking her face in his hands. She looked at him briefly, and closed her eyes, kissing him. He let himself go a moment, but then broke the kiss.

"No. I'm sorry... I... I can't." He said, looking at the ground. "I'm in love with Y/N."

The moment he said that, the moment he feared. He actually reject her. She could react badly, and hurt him or betray him. But she didn't. She looked at him, and smiled.

"Really? That's... That's wonderful. Y/N... Y/N always said nobody will love her. It's amazing there is someone. Does she love you back?"

"She actually does." He answered, smiling. "And I'm missing her by now."

"That's sweet. If I talk to her, I will tell her you said that."

She sobbed the last words. As much as she loved you, she couldn't deny she was a little jealous of you. He was an extraordinary man, the man every girl desired. But if he had chosen you, that was okay for her. You deserved to be happy.

"I will go now. Odelle doesn't know I'm here. And I have to help her prepare the banquet and party for tomorrow. I will do whatever I can to help you and Y/N to leave this place, I promise."

"Josephine, wait." He said, raising and taking her hand while she got up. She actually let her eyes see his naked body, his private parts mostly. She remembered his erection that time he went down on her, and how badly she wanted to help him.

"I know you're an amazing, good girl. And knowing that you didn't say anything to Odelle of the time I explored the Mansion, I will always trust you. And if Y/N and I could get away from here, please come with us. Don't stay in this Hell alone with Odelle."

He kissed her hand softly, closing his eyes, giving her goosebumps all over her body. If that was the best she could get from him, she would be happy. And if she had the opportunity to go, to left the Mansion and then find a man like him and have a normal life, a family, she would do whatever she could.

"You're not from this world, Abbé. After all the bad things we did to you... You're still the most sweet man." She said, caressing his face as she did when she brought him the bottle of water three days ago. Then, she left quickly with the bag in her hand.

François stood in there, sitting again, covering himself completly with the blanket. The lashes in his back didn't hurt so bad now they were clean and cured, the same with his chest and his knees.

By now, he only wanted to see you and escape with you from all that madness. He would have to wait until Odelle decided to take him out of the dungeon, if she really wanted to do that.

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House of Lust (part 1)

Abbé de Coulmier x Y/N

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: mentions of death and previous sex situation, spoilers of Quills (2000), maybe some mistakes because english is not my first language!

Let's go from the beginning. François never wanted to be a soldier. At least, not a weapon-user one. He wanted to be a soldier of God. He wanted to help people, to save their souls and make them be better. It didn't matter if that was out there, in society. Or in here, in the corridors of Charenton Asylum.

His family opposed to him being a priest. But it was what he wanted. He didn't care about money, never. And his family had a lot. But his parents left him alone. Once he had the title of Abbé, they never talked to him again.

He missed them. But then he started to think that it was okay. Between God or the common pleasures such as money and lust, he always preferred His Celestial Father.

But François thought that what He did with His Son in the Cross was similar that what He did to him. Actually, it was worse. Jesus had resurrected. He... well... he was still there... in that shithole cell.

God didn't remember those people he saved. Or those who helped. How many had eat a piece of bread and drank a glass of milk thanks to him? Or how many were saved from the guillotine because of him? God forgot all that.

Five years passed since he was abandoned by every person he loved. Or at least, every one he considered his friend. He was blamed for something he didn't do. Why in the name of Jesus Christ will he murder the Marquis de Sade?

That was the charge against him. The principal witness was that insidious demon that walked the halls of the asylum, Doctor Roger-Collard. And Napoleon, or the guy in charge of the trials, believed him.

He said he didn't killed him. He was just saving his soul, as his work allowed him. But Roger-Collard said he was crazy, that he didn't remember killing that "poor writer" after tearing off his tongue. And the judge, a friend of the doctor, believed him. End of his life.

But then, as time passed, François got a little more of hope of being free. Was he really mad as Roger-Collard said? He used to hear voices in his head, voices that tell him to write stories. He witnessed the face of the devil, the Hell on Earth. And he needed to write it.

Sometimes, when Valcour, his assistant while he was the Abbé and director of the asylum, entered once in six months to the cell to cut his hair, it always seemed to him that some of his stories were missing.

"Valcour... Did you take my papers?"

"I don't know what you're taking about, Ab--- François."

And he left. Maybe it was his imagination. He shook his head. Valcour would never steal some papers. It was all his mind, for sure.

That time, Valcour almost calls him "Abbé". And it was Valcour, actually, the last person to call him that way before the Marquis' death and his own trial.

He didn't remember it all well. He remembered how the love of his life, Madeline, now dead, came back to life when he kissed her like in that Sleeping Beauty fairy tell of Charles Perrault.

He remembered entering the chapel, going to the altar, just to find the naked girl landing without life. He kissed her, she resurrected, and her kisses encouraged him to make love to her.

When he felt his release, his seed filling her, he lifted his head while a strong moan took his throat. And then he saw Him, Jesus, crying in the Cross, watching him fucking that girl, that corpse, as a consistent blasphemy doing it in the altar.

And His tears were blood. That scared him the most. While Madeline felt him thrusting inside her, she moaned his name. Her voice was now His. And then he woke up. And His voice was Valcour's one, calling him because the Marquis was dying.

That was what he still thought or remembered about his title being said in other lips. By now, the voices in his head used to name him like that: Abbé de Coulmier, the new Marquis de Sade.

He didn't use to go out of that cell. He walked in the almost empty space, trying to keep his state. When he ruled the asylum, patients had exercise four days in a week.

He looked to his desk. And started to look into the drawers. He was right. Some stories were mising. He didn't knew that Roger-Collard ordered Valcour to take the papers to publish them as Marquis' unpublished tales.

It didn't matter, actually, if somebody told him that. Writing was his own salvation. If people liked it, that was another story.

But maybe that social appreciation for his work was about to save him, but he didn't knew that yet. Some trials were about to begin to release some minor crimes' prisoners, and some people were taking this as an opportunity to free him.

He never thought he would be one of them, when the new priest of the asylum, the Abbé du Maupas, came to visit him.

"How are you, François?" The blond asked.

"I don't know. Alone, I think."

"Well, I have good news for you."

The excitment in the priest voice reminded him to when he was a priest himself. Always carrying a smile, and a sweet tone in that husky voice of him, maybe that's why Madeline fell in love with him.

He was always nice. Since he was a child, he always saw la vie en rose. The idealism run all over his brain, trying to keep things okay. He never thought people were bad. Even the Marquis' was a good person in a little form.

But now... hearing Maupas talking... he said to himself how stupid he must have sound.

"I never got good news, Abbé. Only news."

"I promise this is very good. You will get out of this place."

"Why?" He asked, his green eyes scanning the blond priest.

"Well, some trials will begin, and your parents decided to help you."

"My parents?"

"Yeah! They asked to the Emperor to let you go. They presented your case, and they said to him that what you did was never true."

"How do they know?"

"They know, that's all that matters, François. I'm sure you will get free. The judge heard them! He's taking your case!"

The Abbé smiled, and left the cell. François was still sitting in the bed. His parents? But they didn't care when he was put in chains. Why did they care now? And how did they know about him being innocent? He declared that in his trial. But no one believed him. How...?

That didn't matter now. He just expected Valcour to cut his hair again, and let him go to take a bath. He didn't knew money and other intentions were between his freedom and that cell. The real problem was... Whose money? And which other intentions?

Hey! I decided to post this, because is the most wicked thing I've ever written and I know you all will love it when you read the next parts!

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House of Lust (part 7)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut

I'm sorry I haven't post this before. I'm with lots of work, and I didn't have time. Next week, I'm posting again, I promise!

"Stay there, Abbé." Odelle said. "Don't move until I say so."

François did what she said. He didn't move. He stayed there, waiting for her next movement. She just went to a dressing room next to where they were.

"Don't try anything else. A guard is behind the door." Said she, after closing the door.

François looked at the bedroom better than before. It was bigger than yours, but it only had the bed against the wall, two little tables where candles were.

The walls were red, and two black courtains covered the windows so well that no sunlight could be seen from there. But he knew the windows had bars. He couldn't go anywhere.

He walked in silence to one of the night tables, and saw a book. The Marquis de Sade still had fans, he thought while seeing The 120 Days of Sodom, his last book, published a lot after he died, actually three years after.

He was about taking the book when the dressing room door opened. Odelle came out naked, showing her beautiful body to François. Yes, she was beautiful, even if he didn't want to accept it.

He felt himself getting hard. After that time Madeline came to his room in Charenton, and kissed him so passionately, he never had a woman in front of him so close, with such a desire in her eyes.

Odelle approached to him, and lifted her hands, touching his face. At that moment, he could just hit her and try to escape. Was he really capable to do it? Maybe.

But something inside him, lust perhaps, told him not to. Or maybe has his rational mind telling him the guard was out. He stood there, feeling her fingers caressing his skin softly.

"Go to the bed. Get yourself down on your chest."

She started to undress him. Button by button, his cassock fell off, letting him just in his white shirt and his pants, these streched by his erection.

"Oh, it seems you don't use to watch a girl like this, don't you?" She laughed, taking out his shirt, her long nails scratching his chest a little, going down until she took off his pants, his cock popping against his abbs. "Look at you, you're so damn hot. What a shame you never shared your body until now."

François then obeyed, and went to the bed, his face to a side in the pillow, feeling his hard cock against the white, pure sheets, wishing some relief.

He felt her fingers taking off his boats, feeling completely nude and vulnerable. Her hands went slowly from his feet to his muscle ankles. He felt tingles behind his knees, and then he gasped a little when she touched his thighs.

She heard a notable moan from his lips when her fingers squeezed his buttocks. He never felt something like that.

He had pleasure himself before, yes: first time when he was twelve and discovered sexuality; once before going to the seminary, before giving himself to God. And then after Madeline's death, when he was put in the old Marquis' cell, abbandoned by God, a lot of times while rememering her.

But that touch was different to all. That single squeeze in his butt, and he started to melt, wanting those fingers in his dick.

"Look at you! You're a mess already! How needy you are, Abbé!" She mocked, her nails scratching harder. He moaned again.

Her nails went up to his back. He trembled a little, her hands taking his in a fast movement, letting them in the head of the bed. Her fingers went down from his hair, to the back of his neck, to his back again.

And suddenly, he felt pain. Her nails sinked in his skin, hurting him. Some blood started to gush, and he complained.

"Stop..." He murmured. And she did it. But then, he felt her lips going through the skin of his back, her tongue licking the crimson liquid.

How different you were, he thought. You took care of him, cleaned his blood, cured his wounds, for a few minutes at least. And Odelle was just an animal, licking his blood as a vampire, hurting him.

She leaned on him, and he felt her breasts against his back, her hard nipples caressing the wounds of his skin. She took something he couldn't see from the other night table, and touched his skin with it.

He didn't know what it was. He started to think about it, but his mind went over when her lips went to his neck, sucking the sensitive skin.

He moaned again, pleasure hitting his body instead of hurt, the cold item she had in her hand caressing his soft skin. Until he felt whatever it was against his buttocks, sending shivers down his spine.

"Now don't be afraid, honey. This might hurt a little. But then it will be wonderful."

Her voice was cutted when she started to lick her own fingers. He felt the wetness in his asshole, and then the object suddenly inside him, pain invading him more than never.

His gasp was cutted too. Air wasn't enough to enter into his lungs. It was all so different, as he never imagined. She didn't even touch his erection, but the desire going through his body was out of his world.

And she started to move the object, thrusting inside him, pumping in and out, pleasure really going through all his body. He started to moan more and more, and she enjoyed it.

He closed his eyes, hair falling to his face, sweat in his neck skin falling to the sheets, his big cock rubbing them, giving him more pleasure. He wished it was her hand, your hand. He was only thinking in you at the moment.

But Odelle's hand started to slap his buttocks while the other kept penetrating him with the object. He was almost screaming from the first time other person that was not himself was giving him such pleasure.

She was really skilled at the art of it, the art of using lust to convince the others. Now, he wasn't even thinking in a way to escape. He wanted more, more from that. And he wanted you to please him. He wanted to please you too.

It was like a powerful drug. He wanted to release. He felt the urge to cum. And the climax was approaching, her hand hitting him, his back hurting for the scratches, and the object going deeper inside him.

"Do you wanna cum?" She murmured to his ear.

"Yes." He answered, truly.

"Do you wanna cum?" She repeated.

"Please..." Said he, moaning more.

"Are you gonna escape? Or are you going to stay to feel more?"

"I want more..." François gasped, looking briefly at the wall, closing his eyes again.

"Good, because this is your first day. And we have a lot more to do." She answered, kissing his cheek, rubbing her naked body against him. "And I wish you can convice my sister to unite us."

The question went through his mind for a second. To do what? Was she talking about you? Did she and Josephine want to make you part of the House of Lust? It seemed to.

But the answer never came. He did. He felt like relief, like if the drug was more powerful than ever, and the orgasm destroyed his body for a few moments. His heart missed its beats. And the sheets went wet undee him because of his huge load of cum. It was wonderful.

He rested there, catching his breath again, still trembling from the sensation of the orgasm. François felt how Odelle took out the object from his asshole, and let it on the night table again.

She kissed his neck, bitting his skin a little. And she got up, going to the door, opening it. The guard was outside. She said something to him, and closed the door.

"Go to Y/N's bedroom. I think is enough for today. You did it very well, my sweet Abbé."

He recovered, and put his clothes back on. Some knocks on the door made Odelle open it, a muscle man waiting outside, watching her with a crocked, perfidious smile. He was the one who will take her moans, now.

He went to your bedroom quickly. He didn't want anyone to see him in that state, sweating, trembling, his hair falling to his face, his cheeks red.

"Hey." You said, watching him entering the room. "It was all... Are you okay?"

You were reading a book, your courtains open, showing the beautiful green fields behind it at daylight. You saw him different at the moment he entered the room. He was not okay.

"What happened, Abbé?" You said, letting your book aside and going to him. "What did she do?"

"She... She just..."

He closed his eyes, suddenly hugging you. You accepted the hug, his head in your shoulder, a few tears in his eyes, his voice cracking. For a moment, he wished he stayed in Charenton, at least in the cell.

"It's okay..." You said, your fingers caressing his hair. "You should rest a little. Come on."

You touched his back, and he jumped for it. You realized that you hurted him. He might be wounded again.

"She just... She scratched my back."

"Are you bleeding?" You said, despair in your face, your fingers trying to undo the buttons of his cassock, but then retiring them.

You took his hand, your touch more comfortable than Odelle's, and guide him to the divan. With some shyness, you finally undid his cassock, taking it out of his shoulders. You saw his nice body again, but then you saw his wounded back.

"Oh my God... Let me just help you."

He saw every movement of yours. While you brought the same piece of cloth that cured his nose the night before, he still thought about how different you were. But then, the memory of the pleasure awaken again, thinking in you doing the things Odelle did to him.

He controled himself, looking through the window, the birds in the trees, the road crossing the field and disappearing in the distance. He felt some ardor when you let the wet cloth in his back, and complained a little.

"Sorry." You said. "Does it hurt bad?"

"Not so bad. It's just a nuisance."

You didn't say nothing when you saw a little of his butt skin red. You imagined Odelle would obviously slap his ass, but what else you could do? You were not going to say him "hey, take off your pants, your buttocks are burning too."

You kept taking care of his back scratchs, as you did before with his nose and lips. You saw his handsome face in the reflection of the window, his beautiful eyes closed while you helped him.

Again you said to yourself he was very attractive. You finished your work, sitting in front of him, looking at his neck and carresing the marks that Odelle left in his skin with your fingers.

"I know I've said this before, but I'm sorry. I don't know what she did to you, but I'm sure they both, Odelle and Josephine, will do other things to you this days. I wish I could say anything else, but you gotta be prepared to it. But I hope we will get out of here."

His eyes met yours. He looked at you with calm, seeing not only how beautiful you were, but also how lovely. Knowing your sisters were monsters, still you were optimistic about escaping.

He watched your lips, and you watched his. Both wanted to kiss each other, to feel the other. And you approached more, your face closer to his, your eyes closing, preparing to the kiss.

But then, he took your hand. You stopped, opening your eyes, seeing how close you were to his face. His eyes were closed, his face pointing down.

"I... I wanna rest a few hours... Please."

You nodded, touching his face, smiling a little. You were about to leave him alone, but he didn't let go your hand. Not yet.

"Can you stay here?" He said, with raspy voice.

"Yeah, sure."

You didn't know what to expect. You had no idea what would your sisters do to him the next days. But he was different by now. You closed the courtains, it didn't matter the hour of the day.

He let his head fall in your lap when you sit again, playing with his hair while reading with your free hand. His back was red, scratches showing more than before because of the wetness of the cloth.

He felt good with you, he felt protected. And maybe it was not a carnal pleasure, but a psychological one to feel that safe with you. He fell asleep a few moments later, his hands touching briefly your thighs.

You wanted that moment to last forever. You didn't realize it was mid-day when you heard some knocks on the door. The meal was ready. You decided to bring some food for the Abbé, seeing him sleeping so well before living. You didn't want him to suffer. But you expected what could come the next day, with Josephine in charge.

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House of Lust (part 14)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: a lot of heavy smut and some violence (some...)

François was dragged into the basement, to the dungeons. He tried to stop his steps and escape, but he couldn't. He fell off to his knees, hurting them, and the two men didn't care.

When they arrived, the three entered in other cell, different to the one when he arrived to the Villa. Claude put his forearm around his neck, preventing him from moving, while Louis tied his wrists with a rope that was hanging from the ceiling.

He fell over to his knees again, not minding the pain of the cuts, trying to breath, coughing. Just a few moments later, Louis spon a wheel that twisted the rope and lifted his arms over his head.

Odelle arrived seconds after that. The torches were lighting her like if she was the Devil herself, smiling with evilness. She approached to him, watching how scared he was. Because yes, now he was scared, for him, but mostly for you.

"Leave us a moment." Said she, and the two men left, going upstairs again.

"Why?" He asked, coughing.

"Because I told you you needed to ask for permission if you wanted to do anything with my sister."

"You... You said... That you wanted her to be initiated in sex. You found me. You took me out of Charenton with lies, because I know my parents have nothing to do with this. And you made me a sinner man, worse that the one I was in the prison. But now that I was about to make love with your sister..."

"About to make?" She chuckled. "You did it. As far as I know, that skilled tongue works more that just for talking. And the way she was moaning proves that. But if you are referring to fuck her with that big dick you're hidding under your robes..."

François had tears in his eyes, not only because the physical pain of the position, but also because of the way she talked about you, like if you were nothing. What was she going to do with you?

"I didn't want to fuck her, Odelle. I said make love. Is that difficult to you to understand that I love Y/N? If she or I were negative about the idea of being together as one under the sheets, now is a wish. It was a wish from you and your sister too. And I know you have rules. But also I know that not asking for permission is not why you carried me here again."

The smile in Odelle's face disappeared. He must be very very good as a priest, confessing people and giving advices, because he was right. She and Josephine desired to make you part of her creed. And now it was the perfect time, because you desired this young man strongly as he desired you.

And he was right about the permission too. In another circumstances, she would just open the door a little to see you and François enjoying each other. But, even if she didn't want to accept it, she took him to the dungeons because she was jealous.

Odelle liked François a lot. As you, she liked him since she saw him in Charenton. It wasn't casually that she wanted to bring him to the Villa. She wanted to try him with the pretext of making you feel desire and experience sex.

But now, she was mad with you and him, because what was going on in your bedroom was exactly what they wanted to happen between you both. And that made her angry. She didn't want François to make you yours. At least, she didn't want you to be the first one experiencing that with him. She wanted that for herself.

Did she loved him too? Was that? Love? It wasn't possible, she thought. No, it was just desire. He was an attractive man, forbidden long ago. And the lust of seeing someone so handsome being privated of sex was the reason she wanted to fuck him so hard. It was all like an aventure of feeling the unknown, the forbidden, the things no one could ever do.

But Odelle didn't understand that you were different to her, and to Josephine, who was also madly in love with the priest after what he did to her in the bedroom. The principal difference between you and she was the way you actually give love.

You were sweet and tender. With a soft voice, you talked to the others, caressing the skin of the other people hands. That was it. You were soft. You gave love as if you lived in a romantic book.

But she had a totally distinct way to show it, if she ever showed love: with pain. If she received it, it wasn't wrong. But it was better if she gave it. Scratching, beating, punching the other. Hurting the other person so bad, making him or her cry because of pain and excitation. That was love to Odelle.

"No. You're right." She said. "I dragged you down here because I want to punish you. Not because of the permission. Just because I want you to experience pain and lust at the same time. I want to torture you, Abbé, just because I can. And I enjoy doing it."

She laughed, going behind him. She took a knife from a little table François didn't see before, and went in front oh him again. Quickly, she cut his cassock, arms first, then the sides. Then, she also broke his shirt. In less than two minutes, she threw all his clothes to the ground, leaving him naked and vulnerable.

"My, my, my, Abbé..." Said she, seeing him from head to toes, tied, tired and scared. "It was trully a waste you kept that body only for God."

Chuckling, she stopped just a few inches from him, and started to run the knife through his soft chest, caressing it with the cold blade. François moved as much as he could, like if that prevent her of doing anything else.

To the cold feeling suddenly he felt a warm, wet feeling in his neck. She was sucking it, her tongue playing with the skin. Everything was like that a few moments, but pain swept him away suddenly when she bit him, cutting a few inches of his skin above the nipple with the knife at the same time.

François moaned, but not from pleasure. It didn't hurt so much to scream. But it hurt a lot enough to groan. And he felt not only her saliva running down his neck, but also blood falling to the ground.

How many times was he hurt in those days, physically speaking? He didn't mind it. By now, he was only thinking about you, at your sisters' mercy. His thoughts flew away when he felt Odelle's mouth in his chest, licking the blood that fell off over his nipple while she started to stroke him slowly.

François didn't want to, but he closed his eyes. He liked the way her hand moved around his manhood, but he wanted a faster pace, so he bucked his hips up. At that moment, Odelle slapped his face.

"Bad boy. I didn't tell you you could move." Said she, returning her lips to his nipple, sucking it. Her hands went to his buttocks, and she squeezed them in her hands while rubbing her body against his erection.

She entertained a few minutes, but then she went again behind him, leaving him breathing faster. He didn't heard what she was doing, until he felt a sudden pain in his back. And then again, and again. She was whipping him, harder at every whip.

He clenched his fist around the rope, same with his teeths. It hurt a lot, but he used to do that when he was a still a priest in Charenton: if he felt he failed to God, he whipped himself. And once, a few days before Madeline's death, he also protected her while she was being punished with this method by Roger-Collard because he knew she was helping the Marquis.

But nothing compared to being whipped by another person. And this time, she was rough. Odelle knew she always was careful while doing things like this to people. Is not that she actually cared about the others. But it wasn't funny if her slaves died from a heart attack or from blood loss. She actually lost two guys while punishing them. She killed them. And she learnt she needed to be careful. But with François, she wasn't at all.

She whipped his back harder, and then his ass too. Then, she turned around and went in front of him, hitting his testicles with the whip, making him jump and scream because of the pain.

He was tired. His body didn't fall off to the ground just because his arms were strongly tied to the ceiling. His legs were trembling, blood still coming down from the cuts in his knees. And just when she stopped hitting his balls, she started whipping his abdomen and chest, leaving all the skin red.

Minutes were like hours, until she finally let the whip aside, and came closer to him. She kneeled in front of him, took his dick in her hands and guided it to her mouth.

She licked the head, making him gasp in surprise. He started to feel himself getting harder while she licked him, and then, when she put all of him inside her mouth, François jumped. His lungs were out of air while he started to moan.

He licked his lips, closing his eyes. He felt her lips, her tongue, the way Odelle's mouth fully took his cock until her nose caressed his pubic hair. He never felt anything like that before. And she was trully enjoying it, even bitting him a little. She chocked, and he moaned harder for that.

She increased the pace, one hand masturbating him and the other in his ass, her nails scratching his firm buttock. When she felt he was about to cum, screaming for pleasure, some tears coming down from his eyes, she stopped.

She laughed at him. Seeing him so in the edge turned her on even more. He had a big dick, and even if she wanted his seed in her mouth, it felt better to see him suffer for that.

"No. No, no, no. Please... Please..."

"Oh... See the cute priest begging. You're really nice, Abbé. And you really last a lot! But it's better to see you like that, so excited but so limited."

She moved her head like nodding, a perfid smile in her face. She then opened the door of the cell and left, leaving him like that, tied, hurt, bleeding, without releasing himself, as a slave, in total darkness. A real torture.

And, worse than anything, he didn't know how much time he would be in that cell, or what would they do to you. Now he cried, but because of anger and sadness.

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House of Lust (part 6)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: none, the next part will have smut ;)

You both heard the knocks on the door not so early that morning. Must be eight or nine of clock, the birds were singing, and François woke just to see you from the divan.

"Was it the door?" He said.

"I think so." You responded, covering yourself with the sheets from his view. "Must be my sister."

François sat in the divan, waiting for you to open the door. He looked at you, your lines while you walked, how beautiful you hair moved to every step.

He liked you since the time he woked up in that same room, looking at you and the way you were curing his wounds with so much care.

"Good morning, Abbé. Did you sleep well?" Josephine said. "You'll need that energy today. Y/N, you got to get up too. Give this gorgeous man a bath. We have new clothes."

"Why should I bath him? He can do it alone!" You said, a little angry.

"Well, as I see it, we found you touching his naked chest. Are you gonna be so shy now?" Josephine answered in low voice.

"I wasn't touching him, I was just cleaning the blood he had in his skin because of the hitting."

"Whatever you say, but with more reason you'll help him, Y/N. I don't think he can clean himself at all after that beating. After all, aren't you curious about seeing him naked?"

Josephine had a wicked smile in her face. You turn around a little, just to see François walking to you, hate visible in his eyes when he looked at your sister.

He passed you both, and waited for you standing in the last part of the hallway, arms crossed looking at the large room.

"Don't say you're not!" Josephine added. "I'm very curious about seeing what does he hides inside those trousers."

While she walked to him, you asked yourself if she actually was right. Yes, it was true. You wanted to see him fully naked. But sex wasn't the only thing in your mind as in your sisters'.

You accompanied him to the bathroom, your sister handing you a small towel. She winked her eye to you before closing the door.

"I never saw a bathtub before. I mean, I heard about them. But I never had the chance to take a bath in them. Charenton only had public bathrooms." François said, looking at the porcelain container while taking out his shirt.

You turned to see the wall, your heart beating faster while you briefly saw him getting undress with the corner of your eye. When you felt him entering slowly into the bathtub, you approached to him.

"Is it cold?" You asked.

"No, it's nice. Thank you."

"I guess my sisters prepared it with hot watter just for you. Sometimes I bath with cold water. They're... You know..."

François let you clean his back with the sponge. He didn't say nothing, but he knew what you meant. They're bitches, you were about to say. And he believed that.

"How long you were in Charenton?"

"As the director or as an inmate?" He responded with a crocked smile.

"As the director. I already know about the last five years. And I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry. Maybe I deserved it. And I directed the asylum for six years, since I was seventeen, since I left the seminary."

You both chatted more while you help him to bath and clean the mud and some blood that was still in his skin. He had some purple bruises in his back and shoulder, so you had to be careful.

His skin was soft as the porcelain of the bathtub. His body wasn't so muscled or big, but it was strong and attractive. It was so real....

And seeing him so clean, without the dirt and mud, with the towel around his waist when he was finally out of the bathtub, made you escape your breathing.

It wasn't necessary to see him nude just to feel those butterflies in your stomach.

"We gotta go to your bedroom again?" He said.

"I think we have to, yeah." You said, opening the door and going to your room again, followed by him, some drops of water still falling from his body to the ground.

When you arrived, you stopped in front of your bed. François stood next to you, watching the same you were seeing, his hand holding the towel.

"What a fucking asshole." You said, referring to your sister, not knowing if it was Odelle's or Josephine's idea. "I'm sorry." You apologized.

"Don't be sorry. This is stupid."

François approached more to the bed, and took the robes in his hands. It was a priest cassock and a white shirt, just similar to the one he used to wear in Charenton.

"This is a blasphemy. I'm not such a clerical man anymore, but this is an insult. I can't wear this."

"It seems is the only thing you have, unless you want to dress that towel forever. God... I just can't take this! I need to get out of here."

"I hope we both will." Said he, taking out his towel while you turn again to see the wall, not wanting to see him nude, even when you were so needed to do so.

He arranged his hair better, looking at himself at the mirror. You were looking at him too, the Abbé de Coulmier you fell in love with five years ago, in all his glory.

"How do I look?"

"You're..."

The most handsome man I've seen in my life.

"You look very well."

"Thank you. You're beautiful too, even in your pajamas."

You laughed a little by that, your face blushing because of the compliment. He waited for you sitting in the bed while you got dressed behind a little screen.

"Why do you think your sisters choosed me for... Whatever they planned?"

"I don't know. I haven't read the Marquis de Sade stories, never. But maybe he wrote something about a priest based in you that made my sisters obsessed to do whatever he said. They fantasize a lot. And he's kind like a god for them."

François was about to respond when he turned his head a little to see you, finding you naked from the waist to the neck, seeing your beautiful body. You didn't notice this, and he went to see to the front again.

He felt the same butterflies in his stomach that you felt before in the bathroom.

He liked you more and more as the minutes passed by, and he hoped he could keep spending more time by your side, even if the events that we're happening were not enjoyable at all.

The door opened soon, Odelle coming to get you both to the dining room to have breakfast. François will know the other guests, as she called the degenerate rich people that came every year to enjoy the... Event?

"You will said to everyone that asks you that you were invited here and came by your own. Understood, Abbé? You decided you want to be part of our House of Lust and enjoy every carnal impulse. If I or my sister know that you said to one of the other guests that what I just said isn't true, you'll not pass this night. I hope you do what you think is right."

He accepted, and waited for you until you both appeared in the dining room, fake smiles on your faces, saluting everyone with bows.

He only had eyes for you during the breakfast. Wearing a nice red dress, you also were seeing him. His priest robes becomes him well, you said to yourself. And other girls were seeing him too, including both your sisters.

Around sixty people were eating and drinking the breakfast in the large table, sitting in the magnificent chairs, enjoying the bread, the eggs and cheese, the fruits and everything else.

"So you're an Abbé, is it that right, father?" A bearded man sitting next to him asked.

"Yes, monsieur. That's right. I got the title when I was eighteen."

"But don't you have vows of chastity to follow? I mean, I thought you---"

"I decided to... Try another creed... If you know what I mean. I want to feel other things to finally live a little, away from the decision and the path that my parents wanted for me when I entered the seminary. I just want to try new things and maybe see what happens later."

Suddenly it was all silence. His body was hurting a little because of the hitting, but also for lying so much. He was not used to, but Odelle and Josephine loved the little improvisation.

"Well, as you see, my darlings, our Abbé here is a good poet too. He was a good friend of the Marquis de Sade until he died." Your older sister added.

"Wasn't you the man who killed him? I heard it was the director of the asylum." A young woman said.

"No, mademoiselle. It was a college of mine who did it. I worked in there, but I was transferred to another asylum."

The interrogation lasted a few more minutes, until the servants, including Louis and Claude, closed the red curtains, leaving the place darker.

"I think is time to start this day." Odelle said, clapping, making everyone to celebrate a little. The guests went to their rooms, sometimes three or four in one bedroom.

François started to see what was going on, thinking on which perverted things they did in those rooms. But there he was, and he was a part of this, even if he didn't wanted to.

"Now you, my sweet Abbé, will come with me." Odelle said to him while everyone finally left the place.

François shared a look with you a last time while you went to your room alone, getting in there and closing the door with lock. You hoped he went well through it. It was his first day, after all.

When he entered to the red room, candles lighting the place, it felt like being in Hell. Or at least, in the place were the capital sin of lust must be punished... Or delighted.

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