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Rey Palpatine was a good girl. And she was proud of it. She wasn't like other girls whose heads were full of boys and fashion. She was a good Catholic girl. Never late for class, never late for Mass, and she prayed. A lot.

She was also a Beta; unlike other girls who hit puberty and became Omegas一the designation she believed God shunned the most.

She couldn’t imagine going into heat once every few weeks and doing unspeakable things with Alphas. To be an Omega was a punishment, so those girls must’ve done something to deserve it. Perhaps they didn’t pray enough. Or go to church enough.

Not her, though. She was good and blessed. She already had her first blood, and had not presented like the others. She could remain pure for the Lord. She could become a nun one day and live in a convent full of Betas, nuns and priests alike. Alphas and Omegas never joined the church, since being celibate went against their very nature.

And perhaps that was also why they were being punished. They should be able to control their urges, she thought, yet they chose to sin. 

Still, Mama and Papa have taught her to hate the sin, not the sinner. So every night, after giving thanks to the Lord, she prayed for both Alphas and Omegas and the forgiveness of their sins. Because that was what good girls did.

Then, everything changed.

It started with dreams. Vivid dreams of being in the arms of a faceless man. Of ever deepening kisses exchanged in the dark. Of hands touching her in places she never dared touch herself. 

Sometimes, she would wake from these dreams, trembling with an ache between her legs. A need to be filled with… something . It was terrifying, but no matter how much she prayed, the dreams wouldn’t stop, each one getting more and more depraved until they consumed her even during her waking hours.

She couldn’t concentrate in class anymore. Her thoughts were much too filled with sensual, imaginary touches and kisses that made her feel weak in the knees. She couldn’t understand what was going on. Good girls didn’t have these thoughts and dreams, and these just came out of the blue. What would Mama and Papa think if they knew? Surely, they would punish her. And maybe God would punish her too.

She prayed harder. Prayed the rosary and read the bible every night before bed, hoping God would see how much she was trying and grant her peace. But her prayers fell to deaf ears. The dreams became more intense, making her toss, turn and moan in her sleep. 

Then, everything came crashing down.

Rey squinted against the harsh sunlight pouring in from the windows. She had another one of her dreams, and this time, the faceless man had… taken her. Taken her like a husband would take a wife. And worst of all, she had actually derived pleasure from the act. 

She began to cry as the ache and tingles between her legs intensified. This shouldn’t be happening. Not to her. She was a good girl. So why was she being tormented this way?

“Rey? It’s time to get up for Mass,” her mother called. She could hear her climbing up the stairs.

Quickly, Rey wiped her tears away and sat up, only to feel something warm and slippery between her legs. She reached beneath the covers to investigate, her eyes widening when she realized she was soaked. 

She took out her hands from under the covers, and stared in silent horror as her palms and fingers glistened with a fluid that reminded her of raw egg whites. Only, this one smelled sickly sweet.

Her breaths came out in short, panicked bursts. She had heard enough of what happened to other girls to know exactly what this was.

“Rey, didn’t you hear me?” Mama’s voice rang. The door swung open, and she stepped in, already in her chapel veil and Sunday’s best. “I said, it’s time for…”

Rey watched her mother freeze. She still had her slick-covered hands in front of her.

“Mama…” She started to cry. “Mama, I…”

“Rey, what have you done!” Mama shrieked, then turned to call out through her door. “Dathan! You need to come up here! Your daughter has done something reprehensible!” 

Heavy footfalls echoed through the stairwell and in moments, her father was in the room. He was also dressed for church.

“What happened, Miramir?”

“Your daughter has been… touching herself,” Mama said, almost choking on the words. “See her hands! It’s tainted!”

“I didn’t touch myself, Mama,” Rey cried. “I swear to God, I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie!” her mother yelled. “Don’t you dare use the Lord’s name in vain.”

“I’m not lying, Mama,” she protested, tears now coursing down her cheeks. “I would never touch myself. I was already soaked like this when I woke up. I don’t know how it happened.”

“No…” Papa shook his head. His eyes were wide, and his face was white as sheet. “It… it can’t be.”

“What’s wrong, Dathan?” Mama asked, sounding irritated.

“Miramir… our daughter is presenting,” Papa said grimly. “That’s Omega slick on her hands.”

“What?!” Mama shrieked again, then approached the bed to grab hold of Rey’s wrists. She sniffed the air, her expression quickly changing from horror to rage. “You sinful girl! You must’ve done something to merit this punishment.”

“No, Mama. I’ve been good,” Rey implored, but her mother pushed her hands back and stepped away. Even her father was looking at her with disgust.

“You will not go to Mass with us,” Mama declared with a tone of finality. “You are to stay home until you’ve confessed your sins to a priest. Maybe then you’ll be cleansed and the Lord will grant you mercy.”

“But Mama, I can’t miss Mass.” Rey sobbed. What if God punished her even more for not attending the Sunday service?

“You should’ve thought of that before you allowed yourself to sin,” Papa said sternly, then pointed at the bible on her nightstand. “Read the bible from the beginning. And you better make substantial progress by the time we get back. We’ll arrange for the parish priest to have a private confession with you.”

The parish priest. That would be Father Benjamin Solo. He had always been nice to her, but that did little to ease her distress.

“I can go to confession after Mass. Please, let me come with you.”

“No,” Mama snapped. “You are not fit to be seen by the congregation, nor are you worthy of attending the service and partaking in communion. Until such time you have confessed and have had your sins absolved, you are not to leave this house. Understand?”

Rey could only nod through her tears. Her parents were right. She must’ve done something to deserve this.

“Mama… Papa… I’m sorry.”

“Save your apologies for the Lord.” Papa waved his hand dismissively. With one last look of contempt, her parents left the room, slamming her bedroom door on their way out.

Night had fallen by the time her parents returned from church. She didn’t know what took them so long, although she guessed they needed time to arrange her private confession with Father Benjamin. Or maybe they didn’t want to be around her while she had still not received absolution. She was too afraid to ask.

Her parents came up to her room to collect her. By then, Rey had already cleaned herself up, styled her dark brown hair into three buns, and put on a modest black dress and a white chapel veil. She had also read the bible as per her father’s instructions, reaching all the way to Leviticus, before she heard the family car in the driveway. Her readings did little to assuage her fears, and every passage regarding sin and punishment felt amplified.

The drive to the cathedral was uncomfortable. Her parents wouldn’t even look her in the eye or talk to her beyond what was necessary. Rey felt like crying all over again, but she also knew she deserved to be shunned like this.

She was soon deposited on the cathedral steps. She turned to her parents and was surprised when they didn’t get out of the car.

“We’ll come back for you in an hour,” Papa said flatly, his eyes facing forward. “And you better be on your best behavior. Father Benjamin took precious time off his day to accommodate you, so you better make his time worth it.”

“Yes, Papa. I’ll be good.”

“You better be,” Mama said derisively, and without even a goodbye, her parents drove off into the night, the car’s tail lights becoming smaller and smaller until it disappeared from view.

Rey felt a sob bubble up to her throat, but she managed to keep herself from crying as she hurried up the cathedral steps and into the church. She crossed herself and knelt at the entrance, not daring to look up at the large statue of Jesus Christ staring down at her from behind the altar. She couldn’t look at the Lord after what she had done.

She rose to her feet and walked briskly to the wooden, ornately carved confessional booth, where Father Benjamin was likely waiting. The booth was composed of two cabinets一one for the priest and one for the confessor一with each cabinet having its own door, and separated from each other by a thin wooden wall and a woven mesh.

Rey quickly entered the confessor’s side and closed the door. Through the mesh, she could see the silhouette of the parish priest, who had long since impressed her with his eloquent homilies and tall stature. He was sitting, but seemed larger than life to her now一the one man who could bring her back to God’s good graces and rid her of her Omega affliction.

She sat on the cushioned chair, made the sign of the cross, and began to pray.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was a week ago. I am an only child of devout Catholic parents, and I am currently in middle school at Saint Kanata’s Catholic School for Girls. Here are my sins…” Rey trailed off and tried to think of the gravest sins she had committed, but could think of nothing except the thoughts and dreams she had been having. 

“My child, what are your sins?” a deep, but gentle voice prodded from beyond the mesh, which sent an unexpected jolt through Rey. Father Benjamin’s voice was familiar to her, but it felt almost like hearing it for the first time. She never realized how rich his voice sounded up close.

“I…” She hesitated, then mustered up the courage to confess. “I’ve been having impure thoughts and dreams, Father.”

“What kind of thoughts and dreams, child?”

“The kind where I’m… committing acts with someone which should only be done after marriage,” she admitted, her lower lip quivering and her knees shaking as the memories of her dreams sent unwanted feelings through her. “I’ve been having these dreams nightly and can’t stop thinking about them no matter how hard I try. And now, God has punished me by turning me into an Omega.”

“Omega?” Father Benjamin repeated.

“Yes, Alpha… I mean Father,” Rey quickly corrected herself, her face red with embarrassment. She wasn’t sure where that had come from, especially since Father Benjamin was a Beta, just as all priests were. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, dear child,” Father Benjamin responded. “When did you present?”

“Just this morning. After I woke up from another impure dream.”

A pause. She heard him breathe in and out deeply. 

Then, a voice.

“Tell me more about these dreams.”

Rey felt her heart pound against her rib cage. He sounded like Father Benjamin, yet not quite like him. There were undertones in his voice… dominant. In control. And she found herself unable to disobey.

“I… dreamt that I was… being touched by a man.”

“Where did the man touch you?”

“In… in places I’ve never touched myself.”

“Where exactly?” Father Benjamin’s voice was still low and a little bit threatening. “I need to know the exact details of your thoughts and dreams, so I may better ascertain what penance you will need to undertake.”

Rey’s lips trembled. A part of her resisted telling. It was too embarrassing, even with the wall that separated her and the priest.

“Tell me where the man touched you,” Father Benjamin commanded, and this time, Rey’s resistance crumbled. 

“He touched my breasts,” she admitted, shutting her eyes tight as she tried to purge her thoughts of her dreams, but ended up failing. The visions seemed even clearer now, like an actual memory instead of figments of her imagination. “And he touched… the middle of my legs.”

“Your womanhood?” Father Benjamin asked. “Did this man touch your womanhood?”

“Y-Yes, Father.”

“How did he touch it?”

Rey felt heat rise up her cheeks. She had been to many confessions before, most of them with Father Benjamin, but he had never asked for such intimate details of her sins until now. Maybe it was because these were graver faults than her previous sins?

“Tell me, child.”

“H-He… used two of his fingers,” she said shakily. She tried to leave it at that, but something inside her demanded she tell the priest more. “He… he put them inside me. And he kept moving them in and out of… of my womanhood.”

“I see…” Father Benjamin’s silhouette nodded. “And how did that make you feel?”

“It felt…” She clamped her lips shut. Surely, the priest didn’t need to know these details.

“Tell me how his touch made you feel.” Father Benjamin was still using that same voice she couldn’t deny. It didn’t stop her from trying, even to the point of clamping her hands over her mouth. “Confess.”

“He made me feel good,” she finally admitted, sobbing as she did. “His touch, his kisses… they all made me feel good. Made my body feel things I have never felt before. Made me desire more than just his fingers. Made me want to… want to…”

“Made you want to what?”

“It made me want to have intercourse,” she said through her tears as she wrung her hands together. She could feel slick pooling in her underwear, and she cried harder. “I don’t understand, Father. I’ve been a good girl. But these sinful thoughts won’t leave me alone, no matter how hard I pray for them to go away. I think about having intercourse all the time一”

“Are you thinking about having intercourse right now?” he interrupted.

“Y-Yes,” she whimpered as vivid images of being defiled by a man tore through her mind. Slick gushed through her underwear and trickled down her legs while her mind assailed her with one debauched image after another.

She heard Father Benjamin take in a sharp breath. From somewhere in the church, she thought she could smell some kind of incense一a scent that strangely made her body run hotter than it already was.

She squeezed her thighs together, moaning when she felt the friction and pressure she didn’t know she needed. She thought she heard Father Benjamin groan in response, but she couldn’t be sure. All she knew was that she wanted the confession to be over.

“I-I am s-sorry for these and all my s-sins,” she said with trembling lips, then wrapped her arms around herself and waited for the priest to provide her with guidance and her penance.

“We’re not done yet, my child,” Father Benjamin said, his low tone making her squeeze her thighs together even more. “I can sense there is still much you have to confess.”

“But Father… these are all the sins I can remember,” she protested weakly.

“Yet you still sin at this very moment,” the priest pointed out. “We are in the house of the Lord, yet your mind is filled with thoughts of fornication.”

Rey buried her face in her palms and sobbed. It was true. All of it.

“Forgive me, Father. Please, forgive me. The thoughts won’t stop.”

“And they will never stop until your needs are met.”

“My needs?” she sniffled.

“Yes.” Father Benjamin’s silhouette seemed to have grown bigger. As though he were looming closer to the mesh. “You have an emptiness inside you that needs to be filled. A void that can only be filled by an Alpha.”

“But I don’t want an Alpha. I don’t even want to be an Omega.” She wiped her tears away and moved closer to the mesh. “Please, Father. Please absolve me of my sins. Please help me turn back to being a Beta.”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, little one.”

“B-But…” Rey stifled a sob. Did that mean there would be no salvation for her? “But Mama and Papa said if I confess and earn God’s forgiveness, He would stop punishing me.”

“Being an Alpha or an Omega is not a punishment, dear child,” the priest said softly. “It only becomes one if you deny your true nature.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

“Then, I’ll help you.”

The small door behind the mesh was suddenly closed. Rey hadn’t even processed what was happening when the door to her cabinet opened, revealing the tall figure of Father Benjamin Solo, his mouth open with his ragged breaths as he stared at her with the hungriest eyes she had ever seen on a man.

“Omega…” he growled, and almost instantly, she slumped against the chair, legs spread for this man of God, whom she realized now was not the Beta she thought he was.

“Alpha…”

Father Benjamin growled again and stepped inside the cabinet, shutting the door behind him and blanketing them both in relative darkness. 

All licentious thoughts disappeared when Rey realized what was about to happen. She screamed and tried to push past him, but there was barely any room for her to move. Father Benjamin filled up most of the small space, and was easily able to manhandle her until he had her bent over the chair, his crotch grinding against her bottom.

“Is this not what you wanted, Omega?” he groaned, folding himself in half to lick the shell of her ear. “Did you not confess to wanting intercourse?”

Rey shook her head vigorously, even as she began to unconsciously bump her bottom against the bulge of his groin.

“Father, no! I was not myself. I…”

“Oh, my sweet child…” Father Benjamin said soothingly, hooking his thumb inside the waistband of her soaked underwear and pulling it down her thighs. “You’ve never been more true to yourself than you were earlier… Omega.”

Rey screamed again. She panicked even more when she heard the rustling of his cassock and the clinking of his belt. She tried kicking and pushing herself upright, but Father Benjamin was too strong. Too determined.

She felt something blunt and warm press against her womanhood, sliding against all the slick she was still producing. She knew on instinct what it was, and she wailed.

“Father, stop! I’m a virgin!”

“As am I, little one,” he confessed, his voice surprisingly tender even as the tip of his member began to breach her most secret place. “And soon, neither of us will be.”

With one smooth thrust, Father Benjamin speared into her, stretching her young flesh beyond its limit. She screamed until she was hoarse, but no one came to her aid. Her cries, like her prayers, were left unheard, even in the house of God.

“Nice and tight… just like I’d dreamed you would be,” Father Benjamin whispered, clamping a massive hand across her jaw to muffle her screams. He wasted no time pistoning himself in and out of her folds, helped along by the slick that continued to flow from within her.

Rey’s tears obscured what little she could see in the dark confessional. His penis was as massive as he was, and her body was too small to accommodate it. Still, he continued to force his way through her protests, searing into her a wound she knew would never heal.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, Rey,” Father Benjamin moaned out her name for the first time. His thrusts were harsh, but his hands were surprisingly gentle as he freed her mouth and tilted her head towards him, making her look up into the abyss that were his eyes. “I have met many Omegas, and had never once broken my vow to God… but you… your scent…”

He trailed off and leaned down to press his lips against hers. It had all the sweetness she imagined her first kiss would be, and none of the innocence. Not when he still had his manhood moving in and out of her deepest parts.

He continued kissing her, folding his body even further to deepen the kiss. She kept her lips sealed to keep his roaming tongue at bay, but when he reached down to fondle the bead of flesh between her folds, she was unable to stop herself from gasping. Unable to stop his tongue from slipping inside to caress hers.

She moaned into his mouth when she felt him strum the sensitive bundle of nerves that comprised her clitoris. The pain from his initial assault had begun to fade, replaced with something far worse: pleasure .

Father Benjamin broke the kiss.

“Tell me you like this.”

She shook her head no, even as she continued to moan and gasp with every push of his manhood, with every pass from his thumb over her clitoris.

“No… ah … no, Father, please… s-stop. This is sinful…”

“Sex is only a sin if you don’t enjoy it,” he whispered throatily, increasing the speed of his fondling until Rey was moaning nonstop. “And you are enjoying this. Otherwise, your cunt wouldn’t be sucking my cock in each time I fuck you.”

Rey shuddered at the vulgarity of Father Benjamin’s words, but instead of scandalizing her, it actually heightened her unwanted and unexpected pleasure.

The chair squeaked and thudded beneath them as Father Benjamin carried on with his abuse. His kisses and thrusts seemed to go on forever, until he suddenly pulled out, leaving Rey to cry at the sudden emptiness and cling shakily to the chair’s backrest to keep herself steady.

“We’re not done yet, little Omega,” Father Benjamin whispered. She wasn’t sure if it was a promise or a threat, and she was beginning to hope it was the former.

He grabbed her by the arms and moved until he was seated on the chair. He turned her around to face him, his hands on either side of her waist as he guided her down to his erection. He was deliberately slow this time, his eyes on her face as his penis parted her open, going deeper in until he was once again all the way inside.

“Move, Omega,” he ordered, his hands squeezing and massaging her naked bottom in circles. “Ride my cock. We both know you want to.”

With pitiful sniffles, Rey did as she was told, her fingers bunching up against the fabric of his cassock as she tried to raise and drop her body to his… cock … chasing after the stretch and friction only he could give. But it was difficult to move. She had no means to support herself other than clinging to his chest, and her feet didn’t even reach the ground.

“A-Alpha… help…” she squeaked out even though she didn’t want to. Father Benjamin seemed pleased, piercing eyes twinkling with a smile. He combed back his dark hair away from his face and loosened his clerical collar, and with his hands grabbing hold of her bottom, began to lift her up and down his rigid shaft.

“ Ah … ah !” Rey threw her head back and moaned, no longer able to deny her body’s response to the pleasures of the flesh. The chair squeaked and thudded violently as Father Benjamin moved her up and down his cock, her chapel veil flying over her shoulders with each of their movements.

“Tell me you like this,” he demanded again, and this time, she nodded.

“Y-Yes, Alpha. I… ah … I like this…”

“And what is it that you are doing, my child?”

“I’m…” She shut her eyes tight, her mind weakly grappling for control as wildfires of sinful pleasure blazed uncontrollably within her. “I’m…”

“Go on, little one,” Father Benjamin rasped, angling her body in just the right way and thrusting  his hips to hers. “Tell me what you’re doing right now. Confess your sins to me.”

“I’m… I’m h-having s-sex w-with the parish priest,” she blurted out and leaned forward to hide her face against his clerical collar, shame and pleasure throwing her into a confusing maelstrom of emotions. “I’m having sex with him in church.”

“ Fuck !” Father Benjamin cursed and pistoned in and out of her faster, her slick making it easier for him to glide in and made her feel so much better accommodating his hefty girth. “And… ah … are you enjoying having sex with your priest?”

“Yes.” She nodded against his collar, her tears flowing down her cheeks and seeping into his cassock, while her body tingled and sang from his attention. “Forgive me, Father. Please, forgive me.”

“You are forgiven, dear child,” he said softly and pushed her down his cock, holding her there. She could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel something hard at the base of his cock trying to enter.

She squirmed in his arms, grinding her crotch to his.

“Father… my penance?”

“You’re already doing it,” he groaned, then tilted her head up with a finger so he could kiss her on the lips. “Now… pray the Act of Contrition.”

Rey nodded and began to pray, trying but failing to ignore Father Benjamin’s cock, which he began moving inside her again. The prayer, which would’ve taken a mere moment, lasted for far longer, interrupted by Father Benjamin’s thrusts, kisses and roaming hands. And once she was done, he kissed her hard, mumbling her absolution against her lips.

“Give thanks to the Lord… for He is good.”

“For His mercy… endures forever,” she responded between kisses and moans. 

Father Benjamin let out a low growl, and without pulling out, stood up from his chair and pressed her against the confessional’s wall.

“Wrap your legs and arms around me, child. We’re almost done.”

Rey nodded and obeyed, and soon, Father Benjamin was thrusting into her again, his hands on her bottom to keep her in place, his lips almost never leaving hers.

The confessional booth rattled from their vigorous coupling. Rey cried out when Father Benjamin snaked his hand away from her bottom to strum her clitoris, bringing her to heights she never even knew existed. She could feel her inner muscles tighten around his cock as pleasure coiled around her belly; could feel the tingling at the base of her spine grow stronger and stronger until…

Rey broke away from Father Benjamin’s tongue-laced kisses and screamed as her young body was ravaged by mind-numbing pleasure. She trembled as wave after wave of ecstasy washed upon her, the intensity heightened by Father Benjamin’s unrelenting thrusts.

“Yes, cum on my cock, dear child,” he grunted, moving his length deeper in until she could feel the thick base of it begin to breach. “Dear, sweet little Rey… I’m going to knot you now.”

Before she could process what he had just said, he pulled back almost all the way out and pushed back in with all his might. She screamed when the base of his cock expanded painfully inside her, locking them together as his cock throbbed and twitched.

“Take my seed, little one. All of it,” he groaned, massive body trembling as she felt more of his seed flood her deepest parts. And once he was done, he pressed her lips to hers once more and whispered his blessings.

“The Lord has freed you from your sins. Go in peace.”

“Thanks be to God,” she breathed out and kissed him back, allowing him to roll his tongue over and under hers until she was left breathless.

Father Benjamin let out a sigh, his chest rumbling with pleasant purrs as he sat back on the chair, taking her with him. She whimpered and tried to move, only to end up tugging at what she now realized was his knot, and making him cum all over again. 

“That’s it,” he purred, stroking her veil-covered hair while his other hand rubbed soothingly across her back. “That’s my good girl.”

Rey began to cry as it finally dawned on her what had just occurred. Father Benjamin tilted her face up to him and pressed kisses to her tear-stained cheeks.

“Why the tears, little one?”

“B-Because,” she sniffled, her body trembling with sobs. “Because I’m not a good girl anymore.”

“No. You’re not.” Father Benjamin smiled and kissed a spot on the side of her neck that made her grow limp. “You’re the best girl.”

He gave her neck one more kiss and bit down hard.

Rey screamed.

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“No, no, please, Mommy! I’ll be good, I promise. Please, just don’t let them take me away!”

“It’s for your own good, Ben.” Mommy’s voice was as cold as her eyes, watching from the foot of his bed as two burly men manhandled him into wearing a straight jacket.

“I’ll read the bible more,” he tried to bargain, tears running down his mole-dotted cheeks and dribbling down his chin. “I’ll pray the rosary every day. I’ll go to church every day. I一”

“Nothing you say can or will change our minds.” It was Daddy who spoke this time. He stood beside Mommy, his eyes also cold and unloving.

One final clink of the strap, and Ben wailed. He tried to struggle, and stand up, but the men had also strapped his legs together, leaving him to flop helplessly on the bed like a fish on land.

“I’m a good boy,” he screamed as the men began to carry him out of his room. “I’m good, I am! I’ll be even better! Please!”

“Good boys don’t suddenly present as Alphas overnight,” Mommy scolded as she followed down the stairs, Daddy close behind. “This is the only way to cleanse your body of impurities. The only way we can save your soul.”

“I can control it. I promise, I can,” he begged, still struggling through his restraints. 

“Like you controlled yourself last night when you wrecked the dining room?” Daddy pointed out heatedly. 

“I’ll do better, I’ll…” he trailed off as sunlight momentarily blinded him. The men were carrying him outside the house now, and towards a white van with the words ‘Snoke Designation Conversion Center’ written on the side. 

“Noooo!” He thrashed with all his might, making the men almost lose their grip on him. “I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna!”

“Ben, don’t make this any harder than it already is,” Daddy said sternly, and marched over to help the men put him inside the van. He continued to thrash desperately, kicking and biting when he could. “Don’t you guys have a sedative or something?”

“Mommy!” Ben screamed until his throat was raw and painful. “Mommy! I’ll be a good boy! Let me stay, please! Mom一”

He winced as he felt a sting on the side of his neck. In moments, his screams died in his throat, and his body began to go limp.

“Go before he comes to,” he heard Daddy say, and he watched in silent horror as the back doors of the van were closed. 

Through the window, he could see his parents turn around and walk back inside the house he had grown up in. The house where they had taught him to pray, sing hymns, read the bible, and pray the rosary. The house that was once full of love and faith, now fading away from view.

The last thing he remembered was pressing his face against the backdoor window, silently screaming for his parents to look back at him.

They never did.

“Wake up, little one.”

Rey groaned and fluttered her eyes open. The haze of her strange dream still tickled at the edge of her mind. She thought she could even feel the restraints around her body, but she soon realized it was Father Benjamin’s arms wrapped tightly around her.

She lifted her head off his chest and looked up at his serene, mole-dotted face. 

“There’s my girl.” He beamed. “You had me worried for a moment.”

Rey looked around, still a bit dazed. They were still in the confessional booth. Which meant… 

Her body quickly came alive, and she almost gasped when she realized Father Benjamin was still inside her. His knot had deflated, but he was still hard.

She swallowed.

“W-What happened?”

“You fainted,” Father Benjamin said, pushing strands of her hair away from her eyes. “The bite must’ve been such a shock to your system that you lost consciousness.”

Rey’s hand flew to the side of her neck. She could feel the deep indentations where he had bitten her earlier. Could feel the sting of her punctured skin.

And there was something else. Waves of thoughts and feelings coming from Father Benjamin. Warm. Soothing. And it was all about her.

She began to cry. She knew enough from books and biology class to know what this meant, and it was the worst possible outcome.

Father Benjamin shushed her and stroked her hair through her veil, but she couldn’t stop sobbing. She was mated. Mated to the parish priest. Mated before she was of age; before she was married. She was never going to Heaven now.

“It’s alright, my child,” Father Benjamin continued to try and console her, this time by peppering kisses all over her face. “Everything will be alright. Alpha will take care of you.”

“B-But… Mama and Papa…” She cried even harder. Her parents already thought she was sinful because of her sudden change of designation. What would they think of her now? What if they sent her away?

“Your parents don’t have to know,” Father Benjamin interrupted her thoughts. “And you won’t tell them, won’t you, Omega?”

She shook her head and rubbed her tear-filled eyes with her fists.

“No, Alpha.”

“You mustn’t tell a soul,” he reiterated, his large hands rubbing up and down her back. “This will be our little secret. Alright, Rey?”

“Y-Yes, Father,” she agreed. What choice did she have?

“Good.” He sounded pleased, and something inside her preened. He cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss, his lips parting hers until he wormed his tongue inside.

Rey was quick to break away.

“Father, my Mama and Papa will be here soon.”

“Then, we better hurry.”

She nodded and started to extricate herself from the parish priest’s arms, but he held her down fast.

“That’s not what I meant, little one,” he said in a low voice. She wasn’t sure what he meant at first, until he started grinding his crotch to hers. 

She shook her head.

“But my parents…”

“We should still have a few minutes.” Father Benjamin waved off her protests, and moved his hands to her waist, lifting her up until only the tip of his cock was inside her. “We’ll make it quick.”

He slammed her down to his crotch, Rey almost choking as his penis breached her again so suddenly. She was still producing slick, so it didn’t really hurt. Not even when he slammed her down repeatedly, the chair beneath them creaking in complaint.

“ Uh … Rey… Rey…” he chanted her name as though it were a prayer, his fingers almost touching as he circled her waist and moved her about like a rag doll.

“Father, s-stop,” she begged, even though she didn’t want him to. She was beginning to be swept away in the pleasure of it all, of being stuffed full of him.

“Shhh. Be a good girl for me now.”

Rey cried again. She wasn’t a good girl. Good girls didn’t have sex with their parish priests and enjoyed it.

“No tears, my child,” Father Benjamin crooned, pressing into her as deep as he could and kissing her over and over. “You like my cock. I know you do. Stop pretending you don’t.”

She nodded despite herself, still crying as she kissed him back.

Still buried inside her up to the hilt, Father Benjamin rose from the chair and began fucking her against the confessional’s wall again. He seemed to like this position a lot; grabbing her by her rear, controlling his depth and angle, while she helplessly wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“So good, so good,” he moaned as he fucked her fast and hard. Rey could only pant in response as the confessional shook and rattled again. “Can’t believe I let myself wait so long. You feel so… fucking… good.”

Father Benjamin continued to mumble other things Rey didn’t understand. She was too overwhelmed with the sensations running through her body to fully comprehend anything else.

They carried on, their moans and grunts echoing in the small space and filling Rey’s ears until all she could hear was their coupling. The rustling of their clothes. The wet smacks of their lips as they kissed. The slaps of their skin as her slick made his penis glide easier and faster in and out of her.

Then, she felt it again. That feeling at the base of her spine. The pleasure which coiled in her belly like a spring.

“Father… ah! I’m… I think I’m…”

“Oh, Rey… my little child mate…” Father Benjamin lowered his head and licked her bitten mating gland, making her shudder. “Cum for me, Omega… Cum for your Alpha.”

Her body was quick to obey, and she screamed, shaking in her Alpha’s arms as waves of ecstasy flowed through her young body until she grew limp.

Father Benjamin kept his lips on her mating gland through it all, licking and sucking gently on the wound while he continued to move his length in and out of her slippery folds until he roared at his release. His knot didn’t expand this time, and Rey could feel his ejaculate trickling out of her.

“Okay… okay…” he panted, giving her gland one more kiss before turning his attention to her lips. He kissed her tenderly, and she responded in kind until he softened and slipped out of her with a loud squelch.

He gently set her down the floor, holding her steady as her knees continued to shake. More of his spend and her slick trickled out of her. There was so much…

Once she was steady enough, he let her go, pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.

“Let’s clean you up, now.” He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping and patting her free of their combined fluids. He also rearranged her veil and tucked stray strands of her hair behind her ears.

He then reached down to grab her panties from the floor. She couldn’t even remember when he had completely taken them off.

To her surprise, he pocketed the soaked underwear and rearranged his cassock.  

“Father… my…”

“A souvenir of our first time.” He smiled and bent down to kiss her again, like he couldn’t get enough.

He eventually stopped and held his hand out for her.

“Come, child.”

Rey gingerly took his hand and let him lead her out of the confessional booth. The air outside was cool and fresh; not stifled with the scent of lavender, incense and sex. How long had they been in the confessional anyway?

Father Benjamin tugged gently at her hand and began to walk. Rey held on to her skirt with her free hand to keep it from billowing in the breeze as she struggled to keep up with the priest’s long strides. 

They exited the cathedral doors just in time to see her parents stepping out of their car. Rey let go of Father Benjamin’s hand and ran to her mother for a hug, but Mama merely grabbed her wrist and pulled her to stand aside. Rey thought she could sense a flash of anger coming from Father Benjamin, but he didn’t look angry when she turned to look.

Papa stepped up to greet the parish priest by kissing the silver ecclesiastical ring on his finger. Mama stepped forward to do the same, making Rey nervous. Father Benjamin’s hands had been all over her body earlier…

“Thank you for giving our daughter your time, Father Benjamin,” Mama said with syrupy-sweet sincerity. “We know you’re very busy.”

“I’m never too busy to tend to my flock, especially those in most need of my guidance and protection.” Father Benjamin smiled and turned to her.  “Isn’t that right, little Ms. Palpatine?”

“Y-Yes Father.” Rey nodded and stepped back a little. Her mind was clearer now, and she wasn’t comfortable with the look he was giving her. Like he wanted to consume her whole again.

“And her sins have been absolved?” Papa asked. “She’s going to be a Beta again?”

Father Benjamin frowned.

“The Sacrament of Reconciliation is meant to cleanse the soul. Not alter designations. Just because she is an Omega doesn’t mean she is inherently sinful.”

Rey watched her parents exchange glances.

Mama cleared her throat.

“That’s… not what we were taught in our previous parish.”

“We were told cleansing the soul cleansed the body as well,” Papa offered. “My brother, God rest his soul, was a very aggressive Alpha before the church intervened and had him go through Designation Conversion Therapy.”

Rey saw Father Benjamin’s eye twitch as she sensed barely-contained rage began roiling inside him. From the back of her mind, she thought she could hear that little boy in the straight jacket screaming in fright again.

“Did it work?” Father Benjamin asked evenly.

“Yes.” Papa nodded. “He became a subdued Beta and was a religious man up until the very end.”

“And… may I ask how he died?”

“He…” Papa trailed off and looked nervously at Mama before turning back to the priest. “He had his demons. Eventually, he wasn’t able to overcome them. But it has nothing to do with DCT,” he quickly added. “That therapy helped change his life for the better.”

“We don’t offer DCT in this parish,” Father Benjamin stated, still in the same even tone, though Rey could feel his anger rising. “Either way, Rey doesn’t need it. She’s perfect the way she is.”

Rey felt her cheeks grow warm, and she dropped her gaze to her Mary Janes.

“But Father, Omegas go into heat,” Mama said, dropping her voice as though she were afraid someone would overhear even though they were the only people in the vicinity. “We can’t have Alphas suddenly appearing at our doorstep.”

“What if we removed her mating gland?” Papa suggested. “My brother had his mating gland surgically removed after taking DCT. He told me it helped with the urges.”

Mama pulled her forward.

“Let me see your neck, Rey.”

Rey quickly covered her mating gland with her hand and looked up fearfully at Father Benjamin. They were going to see his mating bite!

“No need to do something so drastic,” Father Benjamin said with a chuckle. “Rey will be fine so long as she continues to see me. We may not provide DCT, but I can provide her with private counseling. I’ll put it in my schedule for her to come see me every day after school.”

“Father, that’s too generous,” Mama said. It was clear from her smile that the suggestion appealed to her. “You really don’t have to.”

“I insist.” Father Benjamin smiled back. “I’ll be the one to drive her home as well. She will be well taken care of.”

“And… how about when she goes into full heat?” Papa asked in a low voice. “It might already be starting.”

Father Benjamin licked his lips.

“Then… I take her to the convent. The nuns have a safe space there for unmated Omegas until their heat passes.”

“Can’t we just have her start taking suppressants?” Mama asked.

“You can,” Father Benjamin agreed, then shook his head. “But if you’re right, and her heat is starting, that would be an exercise in futility to have her start taking them now. In fact, it might do more harm than good.”

“How do you know?”

Father Benjamin gave Mama a tight smile. 

“I was part of a DCT program back in the day.”

Papa’s eyes lit up.

“Oh? So you’ve handled cases like Rey’s then?” 

“Something like that.”

“Miramir, did you hear that?” Papa asked Mama with barely contained excitement. “Father Benjamin has experience with DCT, after all. Our daughter is in good hands.”

“Thank you, Father.” Mama bowed her head. “We’ll keep you updated on Rey’s progress and inform you right away once she goes into full heat.”

Father Benjamin nodded at both of them, then crouched down to Rey’s eye level.

“I shall see you again tomorrow, okay, little one? Be a good girl until then.” He patted her veiled head with his large hand. Rey shuddered. 

After saying their goodbyes, Rey followed her parents into the car, and soon, they drove away. She tried not to look back, but a voice in her head kept telling her to, begging her almost, until she did turn to look at the backseat car window, her eyes locking with Father Benjamin’s until he disappeared from view.

Chapter Text

The images flashed before Ben’s eyes一pictures that boys his age shouldn’t even be looking at, yet were now forced upon him. He tried not to look, but each time he turned away, the shocks would run through his body, sometimes worse than when he actually stared at what he was shown.

“Fight it, boy,” came the voice that had since begun haunting his nightmares. Dazed from the pain, he looked around the sterile room and saw the tall, spindly figure of Dr. Abraham Snoke approaching the chair they had strapped him in.

“I said fight it,” the doctor hissed. “Do not give in to the lust brought upon by your unholy designation. Surrender yourself to God. Do not give in to the demon inside you.”

“I’m… trying…” Ben managed to utter through his mouth guard as tears ran down his cheeks. “I’m trying, Dr. Snoke, but I can’t…”

“You’re not trying hard enough!” Dr. Snoke pressed the controls in his hand. Ben’s muffled, agonized screams filled the room as electricity ran through him, his muscles cramping and his whole body seizing.

The shocks stopped as abruptly as they were administered. He slumped where he was strapped in his chair, still trembling as he moved in and out of consciousness. One slap, then another brought him back from the brink, and he stared into the cold blue eyes of his tormentor.

“Alphas and Omegas are an aberration in the sight of God,” Dr. Snoke spat. “God never meant for these fornicators and sexual deviants to populate the world. And you’re not a deviant, are you, boy?”

Ben shook his head weakly.

“You are a good Catholic boy, correct?”

“Y-Yes,” he sniffled. “I’m a good boy.”

“Then, surrender yourself to the Lord’s mercy.” Snoke turned to the screen again, where more debauched images of Alphas and Omegas mating flashed. “Surrender your heart, mind, body and soul to Him, and you shall be saved.”

Ben raised his eyes to the screen, mustering all his willpower to keep his body from reacting; to surrender himself to God Almighty so his soul may find salvation. But as the machine he was hooked up to detected his body’s reactions once more, he knew he was far from being saved.

Another press of a button, and the pain coursed through him once more until he fell into the mercy of oblivion.

The sharp pain on her shoulder jolted Rey awake. Still bleary-eyed, she stared up at the stern face of Sister Bazine Netal, who still had her wooden stick in her hands.

“Are you with us now, Ms. Palpatine?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, Sister Bazine. I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Rey stammered, wiping the sleep from her eyes with the heel of her palm. That seemed to agitate the nun even more.

“And do you think that justifies sleeping in my class?”

“No, it doesn’t.” Rey bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry.”

Sister Bazine tutted, nose up in the air as she tapped Rey’s desk.

“Hands on the table, Ms. Palpatine.”

“But…”

“Now.”

Rey’s hands shook as she put them on her desk. Sister Bazine was well-known for her corporal punishments, but Rey had never been subjected to it until now.

Sister Bazine raised her stick and gave her hands three hard whacks, sending pain and shocks up her arms. Her earlier dream flashed through her mind, and she shut her eyes tight at the memory.

“Be grateful I went easy on you, Ms. Palpatine, since this is your first offense.” Sister Bazine scowled and stepped back, her stick pointed at a corner in front of the classroom. “Now, stand there until class is over.”

Rey clamped her lips to stop herself from protesting, then quietly stood from her desk and walked towards the corner. She tried to catch the other girls’ eyes, hoping for at least one sympathetic look, but they averted their gaze, as though they were afraid her transgressions were contagious.

She swallowed hard and dropped her gaze to her black Mary Janes. What if they knew? What if they could sense she was no longer a virgin? That she was a mated Omega?

She shook away the thought. No, that was silly. Nobody could scent her. Everyone in school, from the students, teachers, all the way up to the administrators were Betas. 

And she would have to pretend to be just like them. 

That was when she remembered what Father Benjamin had told her.

“Being an Alpha or an Omega is not a punishment, dear child. It only becomes one if you deny your true nature.”

She let out a shaky breath and kept her eyes downcast. He was right. Having to hide and live in fear of discovery was a punishment on its own, and she began to wonder if he had been speaking of himself too. How it must be difficult for him to hide his true designation from the world. An Alpha amongst a flock of Betas. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. And now, she too would have to hide along with him. They were mates, whether she liked it or not.

The school bell rang, dread washing over Rey as the nun dismissed the class. The other girls stood up from their desks and began filing out of the room, but she remained seated, paralyzed at the thought of seeing Father Benjamin again.

“Are you not going home yet, Ms. Palpatine?” Sister Paige Tico, one of the kindest nuns in school and also the science teacher, approached her desk. “You look a little pale. Are you unwell?”

“I’m fine, Sister Paige, thank you,” Rey reassured, though she was anything but fine. She gathered her things and, after saying goodbye to the teacher, hastened out of the empty classroom.

All around her, the other students were laughing and talking as they prepared to head home. Rey had always thought herself better than these girls. Unlike them, she dedicated her spare time to the Lord; not towards frivolous, worldly pursuits like boys, clothes and movies. 

Now, she found herself wishing she was like them, but knew she could never be. She had cut herself off from the rest of them and had no friends to speak of. She had thought having her parents and God would be enough, but even that had been snatched away from her.

The tears she had been holding back finally broke free as she hurried out of the school grounds. Here she was, having sinned before God after fornicating inside His holy church. An Omega mated to an Alpha priest. She didn’t know how she could possibly go back to the Lord’s good graces… but perhaps, Father Benjamin did. It was the only reason she was still walking the short distance from the school to the cathedral to meet him. She could have a proper confession this time, and maybe she could somehow convince him to sever their mating bond. 

She wasn’t really sure if that was possible, though. Her knowledge on Alpha and Omega relationships were limited only to what she had learned in science class, and they hadn’t gotten to that part yet.

She made the turn towards the church and froze at the sight of Father Benjamin, who was standing before the closed cathedral doors. He had his hands clasped in front of him, a rosary wrapped in one hand. He looked like he had been waiting a while, and his gaze was so intense, she felt like he could see right through her.

Swallowing her nervousness, she walked up the cathedral steps, took his hand and kissed his ring. She was about to speak when he cupped her chin and made her look up at him.

“You’ve been crying,” he said, his voice warm and tender as his thumb swiped at the single tear rolling down her cheek. “What ails you, little one?”

She felt herself clench and start to grow wet. There was something about Father Benjamin’s voice一the richness of his baritone layered with genuine concern一that was making her blood run hot.

She pulled away. It was probably just part of the bond’s corruption, she thought.

“Father… about us. I一”

He pressed a finger to her lips.

“Shhh,” he shushed and looked around before putting his hand on the small of her back and leading her towards the cathedral doors. 

“I’ve extended the church’s closed afternoon hours to accommodate you,” he informed, opening the large door and closing it behind them once they had entered the dimly lit church. “We shouldn’t be disturbed.”

“Are we going to have our private spiritual counseling here?” she asked. “Or are we going elsewhere?”

Father Benjamin said nothing as he continued to lead her to the side of the church. Fear and excitement spiked within Rey when she saw they were headed for the confessional booth.

“F-Father… I don’t think一”

Without a word, the priest pulled her inside one of the cabinets and closed the door behind them. She could smell sandalwood incense一the scent she now realized was his一swirl and mix with lavender, filling the air with something both stifling and freeing.

His lips were on hers before she could speak again. The kiss was chaste, but hungry. She could feel his longing bleeding into her, seeping into her skin and into her bones, and soon, she relaxed into the kiss and even parted her lips. Father Benjamin didn’t waste the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, and soon, Rey felt slick trickling down her legs.

Father Benjamin broke away from the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, nostrils flaring as he half-moaned, half-sighed.

“I can smell you, little one. You’re gushing down there.” He took in a deep breath, seeming to relish the scent before sitting on the chair with his knees apart. Even in the dimness, Rey could see the sizeable bulge poking from beneath his cassock. “Strip.”

Her eyes widened.

“What?”

“Take off your uniform,” he commanded as he massaged his bulge with one hand, the other fiddling with his rosary. “I want to see my little mate. All of her.”

Rey was unable to move. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t remember what she was going to say. 

Father Benjamin cocked an eyebrow, and a strange voice that sounded like hers rang through her mind.

Obey Alpha. You need to please Alpha.

Almost without thinking, Rey put down her school bag and began to undress, removing her dark blue blazer first and dropping it on the floor. Her fingers then found their way to her tie, unraveling it before she unbuttoned her white blouse, her hands trembling along the way. She let her blouse fall to the floor, and Father Benjamin sucked in a breath.

“A training bra…” he mumbled.

Rey felt her cheeks grow warm.

“I’m… regular bras don’t fit me yet.”

“It’s okay, child.” He reached out to run his knuckles down her cheek, making her hold back a moan. “I like it. Please. Continue.”

She felt something inside her preen at his approval, and she slipped off her green checkered skirt next, sliding it down her legs and stepping out of them. She was almost naked now, and her momentary surge of confidence started to crumble under the weight of her nerves.

“Let me help you.” Father Benjamin pulled her to him until she was situated between his parted legs. He hooked his fingers beneath her training bra, and in one swift move, pulled it over her head. On instinct, she covered her chest with her arms.

Father Benjamin smiled.

“No need to be shy, little one. We’re mates.” With gentle but firm hands, he moved her arms away from her chest and stared. “Beautiful.”

Rey blushed as the word ‘beautiful’ echoed through her. She had never been called that before, not even by her parents. They thought vanity was sinful, and almost never complimented her appearance.

“You are truly lovely, my little child mate,” Father Benjamin cooed as though he had heard her thoughts. “You’ll grow up to break hearts one day. You broke mine the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

Rey blinked up at him. She tried to remember when they had first met, but her thoughts were cut off when Father Benjamin lowered his head to her chest and began sucking on her breast.

“F-Father!” she cried out and wrapped her arms around his head, her fingers carding his hair as his free hand tugged at her other nipple. The sensation of his mouth sucking and licking her scent shockwaves through her, making her knees buckle and her whole body sing.

Father Benjamin let go of her breast with a pop before turning to the other to lavish it with the same attention. Rey had no idea having her breast kissed and touched could feel so good. Then again, she hadn’t been aware her body could be pleasured in so many ways until Father Benjamin came along. 

She sighed when she felt his large hands rub her sides, sliding along her ribs and waist, until he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her underwear and dragged the soaked fabric down her legs. She stepped out of them and started to take off her shoes when he stopped her.

“Keep your shoes and socks on.” He licked his lips and stared at where slick continued to trickle out of her. “I like it better that way.”

He gave her a quick kiss before pulling her up to sit on his lap, facing him. The rosary in his hand bit at her side as he held on to her waist and moved her back and forth against the bulge of his crotch.

“Feel that, my child? Your Alpha’s cock is just aching to fuck your little pussy again,” he whispered in her ear, and she felt her face grow hot at how vulgar his words were.

He moved her against him some more, his hands squeezing her bottom and pressing her to his crotch, until she found herself desperately humping against his bulge for more friction. Father Benjamin growled and slipped his hands away from her body to quickly undo his belt, shifting and squirming in his seat until he had slipped his pants down to his ankles.

Rey’s eyes dropped to his cock, which stood in attention between them. She stared at it intently, her mouth forming a small ‘o’ when she saw a bead of liquid glistening from the tip.

“What are you thinking of, my child?”

“I’m… I’m just wondering how I managed to fit you inside me,” Rey answered, still mesmerized by the first penis she had ever seen or felt in all her life. “You’re so big, Father.”

Father Benjamin chuckled.

“And you’re too sweet.”

He leaned in and captured her lips in his, catching the bottom of her lip between his teeth before running his tongue over it. Rey closed her eyes and gingerly swiped his tongue with hers, all the while grinding her… pussy … against his length.

Father Benjamin grabbed her bottom again and held her tight against him.

“Don’t stop moving, Omega. Rub your little clit against me. Make yourself feel good.”

She did as she was told. With Father Benjamin helping her along, she rubbed herself against his cock, feeling herself grow wetter with every undulation of their hips. He leaned in for another kiss, and she eagerly welcomed his tongue as his fingers played and tugged at her nipples. She could feel sparks light up all over her naked body as she humped against his cock, her pussy fluttering around nothing until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“F-Father… ah … Father Benjamin… please …”

“Does my little mate want something?” he asked against her lips, pain and pleasure mixing from where he was tugging and caressing her nipples.

She nodded.

“Inside me…”

“Mmm… Inside you, what?” He was smiling. Teasing. “Use your words, child.”

“Need you… inside.”

“Need what inside?”

Rey clamped her lips shut. She didn’t want to say it. It was too… naughty .

Father Benjamin suddenly stopped moving, making her whimper.

“We’re not continuing until you tell me exactly what you want, little Omega,” he said, his voice now commanding and impossible to disobey.

“I… I want your… c-cock… in my p-pussy,” she said in a tiny voice, and added, “Please.”

His smile grew wider. Pleased.

“Such a well-mannered little girl you are. My Rey…” He kissed her loudly on the mouth before maneuvering her body, turning her around and making her bend over. She braced her arms against the confessional’s wall as she felt Father Benjamin stand up behind her, his cock teasing her weeping entrance.

Then, he sank into her, deliberately slow. She moaned with every inch he gained, eyes rolling to the back of her head as he moved in and out, opening her up slowly to accommodate his length and girth.

In moments, he was fully sheathed inside her. Her nails dug into the wood as he lifted her by her hips to match his tall stature, until her toes were barely touching the floor.

He began to move. Rey whimpered and moaned with every thrust he made, the flared head of his cock rubbing something deep within her that only he could reach. Behind her, Father Benjamin was just as noisy, panting and groaning loudly as he relentlessly rammed into her.

Her mouth hung open with her sharp breaths. He was pounding her so hard, her small breasts jiggled and swayed beneath her, along with her dangling feet. The rosary beads continued to bite at her side as Father Benjamin held on to it, and she cried out when he angled his hips, hitting her in just the right spot to make her quiver in ecstasy.

Not too long ago, she thought couples only ever had sex for the purposes of procreation. But Father Benjamin was making her realize why people, especially Alphas and Omegas, engaged so much in it. It was positively addicting .

He continued to thrust, and she continued to moan, the side of her face plastered against the wall as she tried to keep herself from falling forward. Father Benjamin must have noticed her difficulty, because he stopped, and without pulling out, sat back on the chair, taking her with him until she had her back to his chest, their bodies still intimately connected.

“Pull up your knees and spread your legs, child.” He licked at the shell of her ear as he hooked an arm beneath one of her legs to keep her open, while his other hand snaked down to fondle her clit.

“F-Father! Ah !”

“Oh, yes. Squeeze my cock, little one,” he growled behind her and began thrusting harshly upwards, his penis hitting a spot within her that made her see stars. “ Fuck ! Your cunt feels so good.”

Father Benjamin didn’t relent with his thrusts. He was moving in and out of her so fast that her body vibrated, her moans coming out in short gasps as he continued to pound her into oblivion. Soon, she could feel his knot starting to inflate and catch, pain and pleasure once again mixing each time his knot stretched her.

“Feel that, my child?” he asked gruffly, still pistoning into her, the chair’s legs thudding and squeaking against the floor as they moved. “I’m going to knot you again. Fill your little pussy up to the brim.”

The thought of being full of her Alpha made her head swim. Her small breasts continued to jiggle, her hair flying over her shoulders, as he bounced her up and down his cock. And when his fingers found her clit again, she screamed.

“ Fuck ! Rey, ah !” Father Benjamin’s shouts of pleasure joined hers as he knotted her, filling her up just like he had promised, while she continued to tremble from her own orgasm. The pain from his knot barely registered; not when he continued to strum her clit until she had to beg him to stop.

Exhausted and satiated, Rey slumped back against Father Benjamin’s chest, her body rising and falling with his deep breaths. Her legs were still spread over his lap, their most intimate parts tethered and exposed, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was still basking in the warm afterglow of sex, and in the kisses her Alpha was raining over her mating gland.

“You were so good, Rey.” He nipped at her gland a little, causing her to arch her back and tug on his knot. He groaned. “So good…”

He carried on kissing and licking her mating gland, his hands palming her small breasts. It made her self-conscious, but Father Benjamin didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he couldn’t seem to stop toying with her pebbled nipples, tweaking them between his thumbs and forefingers.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy his attention. She felt him shift his hips to move his cock and his knot deeper, making her gasp.

“So tight and small…” he whispered, “...and all mine …”

Rey shuddered, not just from the sensations he was giving her, but from the sheer possessiveness in his voice. Part of her was pleased, while the other part started to become afraid. 

He must have sensed her thoughts through the bond, because he started tenderly licking her mating gland again.

“Don’t be afraid. I feel it too,” he murmured against her skin. “All these feelings… I know it’s a lot. It’s overwhelming.”

He moved one hand to her clit and began flicking the engorged flesh, making Rey cry out. She moaned louder when he began making slow, shallow thrusts inside her, as much as the knot would allow.

She almost sobbed, He was right. It was all too much. Too frightening how much she was consumed by desire. This wasn’t like her at all.

Her mind began to clear. It was then she became fully aware of what had just transpired, and she shook her head.

“No. This is wrong.”

“Shhh… Stop fighting it,” Father Benjamin whispered softly and kissed her sweaty cheek. She could feel her pussy drawing him in deeper with each thrust he made. “Surrender yourself to me…”

His words seemed to echo something from her dreams. With the haze of lust finally fading, she shook her head again.

“No! I can only surrender myself to God and God alone. I’ve already sinned enough.”

Father Benjamin grew silent for a long while. Rey nervously turned to look at his face and found his expression unreadable.

“You think being with your mate is sinful?” he asked in a monotone.

Something inside Rey snapped.

“I never wanted to be your mate!” she lashed out. Pain that wasn’t hers lanced through her heart the moment she said those words, but she couldn’t seem to stop. “I just wanted to be good again, but you… you raped me and forcibly mated me.”

Father Benjamin remained still as a statue, his expression unchanging, though his eyes seemed to glisten under the poor light.

“I’m just a child.” Rey turned away and sobbed into her hands as it finally dawned on her how much she had lost in the span of a day. “I never wanted any of this. I just want to be a Beta and have Mama and Papa love me again. I want to be a good girl again.”

“Is that really what you want?” he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Yes,” she answered through her tears. “I just want everything back the way it was before you did what you did.”

Father Benjamin said nothing. Not for several moments. Then, she felt him wrap his arms around her and hold her close to his chest.

Rey cried harder, tears flowing down her cheeks in torrents. Her heart felt so heavy, she thought she might suffocate and die. Behind her, Father Benjamin remained silent, his embrace tightening a little until she could feel his body trembling.

The knot deflated a short while later, and he finally let her go, setting her gently on the floor. He quietly picked up her discarded clothes and helped her put them back on. She tried to catch his eyes to have a glimpse of what he was thinking, but he wouldn’t meet her gaze. He had closed himself off. She couldn’t read him at all.

Once they were both decent and relatively clean again, Father Benjamin stepped out of the confessional and held the door open for her. She followed after him, half-expecting him to hold out his hand like last time, but he didn’t. He didn’t even put his hand on her back, and just walked ahead of her, motioning for her to follow him to the back of the church.

“Where are we going?” She quickened her steps to match his long strides.

“To my car,” he answered. “I promised your parents I’d take you home.”

The way he said it pierced something within her. Like there was a finality to it.

Alpha isn’t pleased with us…

She ignored the voice in her head and followed Father Benjamin to the back of the church and towards an old SUV. She started to climb up the passenger seat, but changed her mind and went to the backseat.

It was better this way, she thought, as the priest drove the car out of the parking space and into the streets. She needed to put some distance between them. Maybe then he couldn’t corrupt her any further.

Chapter Text

The drive seemed to go on forever, the tension so thick, it was almost hard to breathe. Rey tried to gather the courage to ask Father Benjamin about severing their bond, but she kept chickening out. She didn’t want to possibly set him off, especially since Alphas were notorious for being aggressive. Not that she had seen him become violent, but she still barely knew him beyond what she had gleaned from the thoughts and memories bleeding in through the bond.

Her fingers curled into fists as visions of the boy that had once been Father Benjamin swirled in her mind. She could still hear him screaming for his parents… screaming in pain… could feel his fear and crushing loneliness.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. “With your parents and with… that therapy.”

“You saw that, huh?” He spoke for the first time since they left the church, his voice solemn.

“In dreams,” she admitted. “Those are your memories, right? Through the bond?”

From the rearview mirror, she could see Father Benjamin press his lips together before he nodded quietly.

“Do you also see my memories?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“I see you every night in my dreams,” he answered so softly, she wasn’t sure she heard him right. But the way he said it sent warmth bubbling up her chest.

She shook away the feeling and decided to push for it.

“Is there a way to… stop it from happening?”

“Stop what? The memories and feelings?”

“I mean… couldn’t you sever the mating bond or something?”

Pain lanced through Rey’s heart. She wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but before she could delve deeper into it, she was met with a wall of silence.

She swallowed hard as the uncomfortable stillness stretched on. The atmosphere in the car seemed to have become even more tense, so she decided to change the subject.

“Why did you become a priest?” she asked. “After everything you went through… you could’ve just left the faith. Be free to be an Alpha.”

“You don’t have to pretend like you want to get to know me, Rey,” Father Benjamin said, bitterness dripping from every word. “You’ve made it perfectly clear how you feel about me.”

Rey dropped her gaze to her clasped hands and bit her lower lip. She wasn’t sure why she felt guilty, when she had every right to resent him.

After a while, Father Benjamin sighed.

“I can’t say I blame you, though.” His voice was soft again. Meek almost. “What I did to you was… unforgivable.”

“Then why did you do it?” Rey fired back the question that had been haunting her since it happened. “You knew it was wrong. So why?”

“I keep asking myself that same question.” Father Benjamin’s eyes were on the road, but Rey could tell his thoughts were far away. “All I know is… from the first moment I scented you, I just… felt the need to claim you.”

“So it was your Alpha.”

“Blaming the Alpha in me is too easy,” he mumbled as he stopped at a red light. “In the end. It was still me. I’m the one who raped you and claimed you.”

“And yet you didn’t stop.” Rey pointed out, trying to shake off the memories of forbidden touches and kisses. “You kept having… s-sex with me.”

“I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I kept justifying to myself that maybe… just maybe you wanted it as much as I did. That we could be mates and…”

Rey looked in the mirror again as he trailed off. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes staring at nothing until the car behind them honked. The light was already green.

“It doesn’t matter.” Father Benjamin shook his head as he drove his car to the suburbs. “If you really want the bond severed… then we’ll get it done.”

Rey’s brows rose to her forehead. She honestly thought she would have a harder time convincing him.

“How?”

“I’ll handle it,” he reassured. “I just need to talk to your parents first.”

That made her nervous.

“Are you… going to tell them? About us?” 

Father Benjamin shook his head again.

“I can’t and I won’t. Not just for your sake, but selfishly, for mine. Because after we’re done… the church will be all I’ll have left.”

The way he said it made Rey fall silent. He sounded like he was really hurting. He may have done terrible things to her, but she wasn’t heartless. The least she could do was not add to the sadness that was still seeping through their bond.

She remained quiet for the rest of the ride until Father Benjamin parked in front of her family’s small two-story house. At first, she wondered how he knew where she lived, but guessed her parents must’ve given him directions.

Father Benjamin stopped the car, took off his seatbelt and exited the vehicle. Rey followed suit and walked ahead of him to the house, opening the door wide.

“Mama, Papa, I’m home,” she called, looking around at the empty living room. “Father Benjamin is here too.”

She waited for an answer but heard nothing. She looked nervously behind her, and saw the priest enter and quietly close the door behind him.

“They must be upstairs,” she said, clutching her school bag to her chest. “I’ll go get them.”

Without another word, she bolted up the stairs and hurried to her parents’ closed bedroom door. She knocked and called, but when she received no reply, she opened the door and found her parents weren’t there either.

Her heart lurched in her throat. She was alone in the house. With her Alpha.

A pleasant tingle radiated from her core, but she quickly stamped down the feeling. Once she had gotten hold of herself, she walked to her bedroom to leave her school bag in before heading downstairs, where Father Benjamin waited on the living room sofa.

“Mama and Papa aren’t here yet,” she said, ignoring the way he seemed to perk up. “They should be home soon, though.” 

She looked at the wall clock. It was almost six. Maybe they were stuck in traffic?

“W-Would you like something to drink while we wait?” she asked, unable to hide the tremor in her voice. She was feeling an ache inside her again, and she had to take a step back as the smell of sandalwood swirled all around her.

“Water would be nice,” Father Benjamin said, his voice strained, his nostrils flaring. She nodded and fled to the kitchen, where she had to pause in front of the fridge to gather herself.

She took a deep breath and started to open the fridge door when she saw a sticky note.

Your father and I have a prayer meeting at the Antilles’. Will be home around 9. Microwave dinner in the fridge
- Mama

Rey’s heart sank. Mama and Papa usually took her to prayer meetings with other families, but it was clear now they were still disgusted and ashamed of her new designation. Mama didn’t even write her usual ‘I love you’ in the note.

She managed to swallow back a sob and fill a glass with water to bring back to her house guest. Her eyes were dry by the time she went back to the living room and handed over the glass, but it was clear that Father Benjamin saw through her facade.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” She tried to smile. “Mama and Papa are at a prayer meeting and will be home late. So… I think you should just come back some other time.”

“I see.” Father Benjamin put down his half-empty glass on the coffee table and stared at it for a while. “Will you be alright by yourself?”

“Yeah. They left me some microwave dinner, so I’m all set.”

“That’s… not very healthy,” he mumbled, eyes in the direction of the kitchen. After a while, he sighed and stood up. “Let me cook for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Rey quickly said. “I’ll be fine.”

“I insist.” He began rolling up his sleeves, the sight of his exposed forearms making Rey’s stomach do somersaults. “I can make you chicken Parmesan with pasta. That’s one of your favorites, right?”

Her mouth began to water despite herself. She didn’t have to ask how he knew.

She nodded.

He smiled.

“I’ll get started then. You can help if you want.”

Rey had helped her mother in the kitchen for as long as she could remember. So it was no surprise that she fell quickly into the role. What was surprising was how at ease she felt with Father Benjamin. How safe she felt around him, in spite of what he had done. She blamed it on his Alpha pheromones and her Omega hormones, but he also went out of his way to make her feel comfortable. He didn’t hover, crowd her or touch her, and he tried his best at small talk, mostly about cooking methods.

“Where’d you learn how to cook?” she asked after they had said grace and dug into their respective plates. She had offered for him to stay and have dinner with her, mostly because she didn’t want to be alone. He must’ve felt that because he had accepted her offer almost instantly. “Did your mother teach you how to cook too?”

She regretted her words as soon as she spoke them. She could see the pain flash in his features, though he was quick to hide it with a smile.

“My mother is very traditional. She’s a homemaker and doesn’t think I need to learn because she said my future wife should be the one to do it for me.”

Rey felt a flutter in her chest when he said ‘my future wife’. She wasn’t sure what to make of her reaction.

“Mama’s the same way,” she mumbled, absently twirling her pasta with her fork while picking at some loose threads on her skirt. She had yet to change out of her uniform. “She told me I needed to learn to run a house for when I marry and have my own pups… I mean children.”

She blanched at her own words and shoved pieces of chicken and pasta in her mouth. Across her, Father Benjamin had grown equally quiet. The only sounds were the soft clatter of metal utensils against ceramic plates.

Moments later, Father Benjamin broke the silence.

“It took me a long time to stop believing in traditional gender roles,” he said. “Life skills are something everyone should learn. My uncle taught me that.”

“So it was your uncle who taught you how to cook?”

“Yes, among other things.” His smile was warm again. “He’s quite liberal-minded despite his profession.”

“What’s his profession?”

“He’s the bishop of the archdiocese.”

Rey’s eyes widened.

“Your uncle is Archbishop Luke Skywalker?”

Father Benjamin nodded.

“Yes. He’s also the reason I became a priest.”

Rey stopped eating and looked up at him. He wasn’t looking back at her, his mind apparently elsewhere.

“I owe my uncle a lot,” he said softly. “You’ve seen what happened to me during DCT. Uncle Luke… he got me out of there. Fought my parents for custody of me and raised me as though I were his own. He didn’t force me to follow his footsteps, nor did he want me to. But I owe him my life. And I owe it to God for sending him to me.”

“I see…” Rey nodded. It was all starting to make sense now. “Do you like it, though? Being a priest despite how the faith views Alphas and Omegas?”

“I find fulfillment in my work.” Father Benjamin answered. “I was happy and content until…”

He trailed off and fell quiet again. Rey saw the way his eye twitched. The way he swallowed back unspoken words.

Words which now slipped in through their connection.

“Until you scented me,” she finished his sentence. Images and sensations flashed through her mind like falling puzzle pieces一sunlight shining in from the mesh of the confessional booth; a small voice; the scent of lavender; a lace veil; a flickering candle; a flowing white dress; the Body of Christ being handed out to…

The visions disappeared into a haze before she could piece them together. She blinked and saw that Father Benjamin had shut his eyes tight until his mind cleared, and his features relaxed.

“I really have to be careful with my thoughts around you.” He chuckled and grabbed the pitcher of water beside him. “Would you like me to refill your glass?”

He was trying to get her to drop the subject. But Rey wasn’t ready to let go.

“When did you first scent me?” she asked, holding her glass out for him to refill. “Was it in the confessional?”

Father Benjamin shrugged as he poured, then set the pitcher down again.

“In a way.”

“Is that a yes?”

He exhaled deeply. She could feel his exasperation. And a sliver of unexpected shame.

“If I told you the truth, you’d hate me even more than you already do.”

“I don’t hate you,” she blurted out. 

Father Benjamin stared at her in disbelief.

“There’s no need to lie to me, little one.”

“I’m not,” she said truthfully. “I tried to hate you. But I couldn’t.”

“Is it because you feel sorry for me?”

“I… don’t know.” She shrugged. “I just know that I don’t hate you.”

The light from the overhead lamp was doing something to his eyes; making them look glassy.

“You’re too kind and forgiving for this world, Rey. That’s why I…” 

He trailed off again. Rey tried to catch what he had been about to say through the bond, but all she could sense was… warmth . And tenderness. And…

Then it was gone. Closed off from her again.

She watched him quietly take a drink of water and wipe his lips with a napkin. His plate was empty, and so was hers.

“I should go,” he said suddenly, avoiding her gaze. “Tell your parents I will be seeing them tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving already?” She was surprised. Even more surprising was how upset she was.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he mumbled and stood up. “Thank you for letting me stay and have dinner with you. I had a wonderful time. Thank you.”

He did a slight bow of his head and turned to leave. Rey quickly stood from her chair and followed him.

“Wait! Father, wait!”

He paused as he was reaching for the door knob, but didn’t turn around.

“You told me once that you’ve met many Omegas before, but you never… not until me.” She put her hand over her heart. It was beating too fast. “Why me?”

“It was just the Alpha, Rey,” he answered, his tone hard and spoken through gritted teeth. “It wasn’t able to resist your scent. That’s all.”

“You said blaming your Alpha is the easy way out,” she reminded. She saw him visibly flinch, frustration roiling inside him in waves. But it wasn’t directed at her, and maybe that was why she had the courage to push. “You chose me. Why?”

“Because…” He turned around. His shoulders were trembling; his whole body tensing, And his pupils were blown so wide, his eyes appeared almost black. 

She waited for his answer. And when it came, it didn’t come through words.

It came through a sudden, unexpected kiss.

Her eyes widened as Father Benjamin framed her face in his palms, his lips pressing hard against hers. A dam seemed to have opened in her mind, and in the tumultuous sea of images, she saw herself; the times she gave food to the homeless and the strays; how she tried to abide by God and His teachings; the confessions she had made to Father Benjamin through the years; the quiet, deep, and sometimes mirthful conversations they had in the darkness of the confessional booth. Her smiles. Her laughter. Beauty and radiance she would never attribute to herself.

Father Benjamin broke the kiss, silencing her thoughts, but not the maelstrom of emotions swirling in her heart. She looked into his eyes and saw they were once again shimmering.

“You’re a good girl, Rey,” he whispered, his face still close to hers. “Don’t let yourself or anyone else tell you otherwise.”

Rey’s lower lip began to quiver. There was something in his words… something final. An end. 

He was out the door before she could process what had just transpired, and she remained where she stood long after the rumbles of his car engine had faded into the night.

Chapter Text

Years ago…

Ben washed down the suppressant pill with water and checked the time again. He had just finished breakfast and didn’t need to be at the school chapel until about 8AM, so he still had time. Nevertheless, he decided to get an early start on things.

“Someone’s a little excited,” Uncle Luke mused as he came down the stairs.

“I’m not.” Ben smiled, hands fumbling with his clerical collar.

“Nervous, then?”

“A little,” he admitted. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

“You are,” Uncle Luke reassured, walking over to straighten Ben’s collar. “You’ve had more than enough experience in the confessional booth.”

“True, but I’ve never handled confessions with children.” Ben shook his head as his uncle stepped away. “What do seven or eight-year-olds know about sin? How do I know what kind of penance to give them?”

“You’ll know. Let the wisdom bestowed upon you by the Lord Almighty guide you.” 

Uncle Luke gave him a pat on the cheek, which made Ben’s smile widen. His uncle had been his spiritual guide, mentor, and parent ever since he got custody of him. The man was truly a godsend—funny, affectionate, wise…and much more lenient than Leia and Han in regards to the faith. Which was ironic since he was fast on his way to being the archbishop of the diocese.

“Off you go then.” Uncle Luke led him to the front door of the small rectory house they shared. “I’ll see you at the cathedral for this afternoon’s Mass.”

Ben may have omitted a bit of the truth from his uncle. He had been nervous, true, but he had also been eager to provide the Sacrament of Reconciliation to children. This would be his first time to do so, and would be a nice change of pace from hearing and bearing the grave sins often put forth to him by adults.

But after listening to the fifteenth child in a row confess how they lied to their parents, wouldn’t eat their vegetables, fought with their siblings or stayed up past their bedtime, it got tedious. Still, he did his best to give each and every child sound advice, and gave what he deemed to be the appropriate amount of prayers for their penance.

After several more confessions, Ben checked his watch. It was a little past ten in the morning. He should be wrapping up soon.

He nudged at the door of the confessional booth to see how many children still needed his guidance. He was barely able to look when the scent of lavender wafted into his nostrils.

He almost slammed his door shut. Any other day, he would attribute the scent to some type of perfume. But something told him this was different. More… potent . So much so that it made his skin prickle and sweat.

What in the world?

Then, a small voice spoke from behind the mesh.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession.”

It was the typical first spiel of every child who had entered the confessional in the past couple of hours or so. But the voice of the little girl made his heart skip beats.

And the smell was coming from her.

Almost without thinking, Ben leaned in closer from his chair to have a better look through the mesh, nostrils flaring at the lavender scent continuing to waft in from her side to his. He couldn’t fully make out her features; just pale skin and chestnut brown hair.

“My sins are… uhm…” The little girl’s voice shook. “My sin is that I’m not a good daughter to my parents.”

Ben blinked and sat back in his chair. The lavender smell still made him a bit light headed, but her confession shook him.

He cleared his throat.

“And why do you say that you are not a good daughter, my child?”

“Because they said so,” the little girl said, sounding even smaller. “Because good girls are supposed to pray all the time. Not waste their time playing.”

Ben’s brows rose to his forehead. The words sounded like something the girl had heard rather than her own. Likely from her parents.

“How old are you?” Ben was unable to stop himself from asking.

“I’m seven years old.”

He bit his lip, suddenly feeling nauseated. He didn’t want to think about why.

“My child, a girl your age is encouraged to play. It is not a waste of time, as long as you also dedicate time to the Lord in prayer and reflection.”

“I do,” the little girl answered. “I pray before I sleep and when I wake up. I pray before meals. I pray the rosary and read the bible every night. But it gets really boring…”

There was a brief pause, before she gasped.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t say that about prayers and the bible.”

Ben chuckled.

“It’s okay. I understand that aspects of the faith might be boring to children. But one day, when you’re older, you’ll become fascinated with it, and your faith will grow and flourish.”

“Really?” She sounded in awe.

“Yes, really. You are already doing good with your prayers. God will forgive you if you take time to play.” A soft smile found its way to his lips. “In fact, God will love it if you play, especially if it makes you happy. Because that’s all he wants: for his children to be happy.”

He peeked through the mesh, and saw that the girl was smiling.

“So God forgives me?”

“Yes, my child, you are forgiven.” He smiled back at her even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “Unless you have more sins you need to confess?”

“No, Father. That is all. I’m a good girl.”

Ben almost laughed at the new bounce in the girl’s voice. 

“That you are. Now, let’s pray the Act of Contrition.”

Ben guided the girl through the rest of the confession and gave her a lenient penance. The lavender scent that had initially sent a jolt through him, now seemed like a calming fragrance, enveloping him in its embrace. But all too soon, the sacrament ended, and he found himself peeking out of the booth’s door so he could watch the little girl pray in the pew.

She had been the last of the children to go into confession, it seemed. There was no one else in the church except her, and a couple of adults nearby whom Ben assumed were her parents.

As expected, the girl was quick to finish with her prayers and skipped happily to the couple behind her. What he didn’t expect was for the mother to snap at her daughter and pull at her arm.

The rage that built up within him was so sudden, he was out of the confessional before he could stop himself.

“Excuse me!”

The girl and her parents turned their heads towards his direction as he made his way through the aisle.

“Good afternoon, Father,” the child’s mother greeted sweetly, even as her hand remained clasped around her daughter’s elbow.The girl was clearly in distress.

“Let go of her,” he said with barely controlled anger. 

“But Father, she was being inappropriate in the house of the Lord,” the girl’s father intervened with the same sweet demeanour his wife exhibited but Ben saw right through it.

“She is a child. Let her act like one,” he snapped, which finally made the wife let go.

Ben knelt down to the girl’s eye level, his face softening when she kept her head down. He reached out to chuck her chin up, and when her eyes finally met his, he sucked in a breath.

The scent of lavender hung in the air, melting his anger and the rest of the world away. She was a pretty girl. No, she was beautiful . The kind of beauty that would only blossom with age, and he felt warmth surge up to his cheeks.

“What’s your name, child?” he asked with as much gentleness as he could muster.

“My name is Rey Palpatine, Father,” the girl sniffled.

“Rey,” Ben tested it on his lips. It felt almost familiar. Right at home. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Rey smiled at that, her cheeks dimpling, her face bright as the sun. Ben could bask in its glow forever.

He heard a clearing of the throat, and realized Rey’s parents were still there.

“I apologize for being so curt.” He rose to his feet. “I tend to be very protective of children. I’m Father Benjamin Solo. I’m the school chaplain and the parish priest of the local congregation.”

“Nice to meet you, Father. I’m Dathan Palpatine. This is my wife, Miramir,” Rey’s father introduced. He and his wife took turns kissing Ben’s ecclesiastical ring. He was tempted to snatch his hand away. 

“Nice to meet you too.” Ben nodded once they were done, then did his best with small talk. The Palpatines were only too eager to oblige, and from the conversation, he quickly learned they were recent converts and that they had also recently moved from a different part of the country.

“We look forward to seeing you again in Rey’s communion, Father Benjamin,” Dathan said at the tail end of their conversation. He nudged his daughter forward. “Say goodbye to Father Benjamin, Rey.”

Rey stepped forward, and Ben knelt down again to shake her hand at eye level. But the breath left his body the moment Rey threw her arms around his neck.

“Rey!” Miramar almost shrieked. “That is highly inappro–”

“It’s okay,” Ben stopped her, doing his best to maintain a warm smile as he scooped Rey up in his arms. “I have this effect on children. May I walk you to your car?”

Rey’s parents reluctantly agreed, and they made their way out of the school chapel and headed in the direction of the parking lot.

Ben walked behind the Palpatines, unable to let Rey go; unable to stop wishing time would slow so he could keep her in his arms for a little while longer. She was light in his arms. Felt right in his arms, like she was meant to be there. And her scent…that delicate, sweet, calming fragrance that seemed to come out from her every pore…

“You smell nice,” Rey said in a whisper, and he nearly stopped when she inhaled the side of his neck. “Like vanilla cream and wood.”

His grip on her tightened, her little arms tightening around his neck as well. His mind and heart started racing, and he could feel pinpricks of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Do you…” he swallowed. “Do you like my scent, little one?”

“Mmhmm…” Rey whispered, and inhaled the same spot on his neck again. The spot where his mating gland was. “I like it very much.”

Ben swallowed again. After checking that Rey’s parents were not looking, he dared to take a whiff of the side of her neck. There was no mark on her skin, though the lavender scent was concentrated there. Sweet. Floral. Addicting.

“You smell nice too,” he said in a hushed tone, nuzzling her neck. “Like a garden…”

Rey stifled a giggle and nuzzled against his neck too, the feel of her nose on his skin sending a shock through his system until he realized they were already nearing the parking lot.

Ben set Rey down, his hand trembling in hers as they walked to where her parents waited by the car. They were all smiles, even as he hastily said goodbye and strode back to the chapel in long, panicked strides.

Once inside, he slammed the doors shut and leaned against them, mouth hanging open with heavy breaths.

Omega . The girl was a yet-to-present Omega. And even with his suppressants, he could smell her. And it seemed she could smell him . How was that even possible?

His feet moved on their own accord until he found himself in the confessional, sitting on the chair where Rey had made her first confession. He closed the door and took a deep breath, inhaling the ghost of her fragrance. He closed his eyes and saw her face…her hazel eyes, her dimpled smile, her freckled, rosy cheeks.

His whole body began to grow hot, rivulets of sweat sliding down his temples as his thoughts lingered on the memory of her warmth… the weight of her in his arms… her breaths on his skin…

The booth began to feel like it was closing in on him, and the tightness in his chest was making it difficult to breathe.

He hungered.

He ached.

He needed .

His belt buckle clinked as he unfastened it, his groan rumbling through his chest the moment he set his hard member free. He gripped his shaft and began pleasuring himself with mental images of Rey.

Dear, sweet, heavenly-scented little Rey. So innocent. So small. So fragile. He could break her if he wasn’t careful. But he would be. He could be her gentle Alpha. He could introduce her and himself to the world of pleasure Alphas and Omegas were made for.

What would it be like, he wondered, if she were with him in the confessional booth at this very moment? She would be frightened, he was sure, but intrigued. Curious. Mesmerized by the improbable connection he knew tethered them together. He would ease her into this with a kiss. Sweet and gentle. Loving even. He’d never kissed anyone… had never wanted to kiss anyone more than he did little Rey.

In his imaginings, she had already fallen for the spell. She was on his lap, legs dangling on either side of his thighs, her skirt riding up her hips as she grinded her crotch against his. All the while, their lips would barely lift from the other, the sounds of their wet, tongue-laced kisses echoing lightly within the small confines of the confessional booth. Clothes rustled and then discarded piece by piece, and he sighed at the feel of skin against skin.

His grip on his cock tightened as he did his best to imagine what it would be like to see her naked. He had never seen a woman naked in real life, let alone a child like Rey, but he imagined her to be small and slender. Not a single hint of womanly curves in her narrow hips and flat chest. It shouldn’t be attractive, yet here he was, rock hard and aching to have his cock inside her.

He pumped his hand faster up and down, his mouth hanging open, taking in much needed air. God, her pussy must be so tiny. Bare and unsullied. His for the taking. He would need to prepare her. Need to find what pleasured her with his fingers to coax out her omega slick and make it easier for both of them. He would probably barely fit his finger inside her. He would have to take it slow.

More kisses would follow. Whispers of sweet nothings and reassurances in her ears until her slick was gushing on his fingers.

Then, with his hands encircling her tiny waist, he sank her down his tip, prodding in and out of her impossibly narrow entrance. Her face scrunched up in discomfort with each centimeter he gained, but she was willing. Determined as he was to share in the carnal act. And after long moments of stretching her, he was finally, fully, blissfully inside.

With a growl, he began to lift her up and down vigorously down his cock, their moans and heartbeats in sync. It was like the animal he had caged for so long was finally free to satiate its hunger.

A hunger that can only be satisfied by Rey.

He lifted himself from the chair, taking Rey along with him as he pushed her against the confessional wall, pounding her slick pussy with abandon. How he was able to fit his cock in the tiny child was a miracle, but the true miracle was how Rey embraced it all… how she was receptive to his kisses, his touches, his fucking .

One more stroke and Ben roared at his release, his knot expanding against nothing, his cum staining his frock as he milked himself to the last vestiges of his imaginings of Rey. He continued to pump himself until he was practically dry, the little girl’s name repeatedly on his lips.

Then, there was silence. Overwhelming, deafening silence as the horror of what he had done came crashing down on him like a tidal wave, taking him to depths of despair until he was gasping for air. 

And once he was able to take a deep breath, he let it go with an anguished scream–-a cry that resonated only within the loneliness of the chapel walls. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he knelt and immersed himself in deep prayer, begging God for mercy and forgiveness which he knew he didn’t and would never deserve.