Nephilim and the Nun

Chapter 27: •Evidence•

Quinn:

I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when the almost quiet monas of Rhea sailed into my ears. I

listened carefully as the sounds continued. Apart from the almost quiet whimpers, the scent of her

arousal hijacked my sensitive nostrils, heading straight to my cock.

Is she having a wet dream? That was my first thought.

My cock stirred in my pajama pants at just the thought of her dreaming of being fucked by me.

I managed to complete brushing my teeth and washing my face in record time. I strode into the

bedroom, expecting Rhea to be dreaming but the sight before me had me frozen in place, my cock

hardening instantly.

Rhea was on the bed, legs spread wide with her hands between them. Her eyes were closed while her

mouth was parted as soft whimpers escaped her lips. My eyes were glued to her soft pink pussy lips

that were spread open with her fingers, glistening from her juices.

Her fingers were rubbing tight little circles on her clit. The addicting scent of her arousal dominated the

room, crowding my senses. Led by intense lust and the desire to be responsible for her pleasure, I

talked to her and grabbed her hands, pulling them off her pussy.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped on seeing me. With my eyes holding hers, I lowered my mouth to

her fingers that were dripping with her juices. Enveloping them with my mouth, I sucked them clean,

swirling my tongue around her digits.

A tinge of red stained her pale cheeks, traveling all over her face but she didn't look away from me.

She focused her attention solely on me while I made love to her fingers.

When I finally pulled them from my lips, I pinned her hands above her head, covering her body with

mine. My free hand trailed down her body. I circled my fingers around her clit, rubbing it furiously. Her

quiet moans soon became loud whimpers, bouncing off the bedroom walls.

Her moans coupled with the chirping of birds outside sounded like music to my ears, soothing me.

I continued rubbing her clit till she was at the brink of orgasm then I pulled my finger away. Bringing it to

my lips, I licked it clean. All the while, her eyes watched me. They were filled with lust and want,

begging me to give her the release she craved.

"I own your pleasure baby. If you want it, you gotta ask". I whispered in her ear, biting her ear lobe.

She whimpered in response but I climbed out of the bed.

"We have work to do. Meet me in the kitchen". I told her, walking towards the door. When I got to the

doorpost I turned towards her. "Do not make me come back here to get you".

The rebellious spirit in her wanted to flaunt my orders and continue pleasuring herself to orgasm but

her curious mind wanted to know what work I meant.

A few minutes later, she trudged into the kitchen while I was having my first cup of coffee. Ignoring me,

she moved towards the coffee maker to brew a cup for herself. I'd left the sugar and cream on the

kitchen island for her, knowing she'd need them.

I watched her add them to her coffee while ignoring the urge to haul her against me, seal my lips to

hers, and continue what she started in the bedroom.

The scent of her arousal that was still hovering around her wasn't helping me. But then, there were

important things to discuss.

It was my next line of action In executing my plans.

"What work do we have to do?" She finally asked after taking the first sip of her coffee.

"You need to take me to your home. I need a picture of your mum".

"why?" She asked with furrowed brows, setting her cup of coffee down on the kitchen counter.

"It's part of my next plan. I want to send them to Elliott".

"Ohh, okay". She picked the cup of coffee from the counter and continued sipping from it. "When do

you want to go?" She asked after a while.

"Now"

"Okay".

As soon as we downed our cups of coffee, we changed our clothes and apparated from the cabin into

Rhea's home. We appeared in the living room of the little house she shared with her mom.

Standing in the middle of the living room, my ears picked up on the even sounds of human heartbeats

coming from a particular direction of the house.

"She's home. I whispered to Rhea. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"That direction". I pointed towards it.

As soon as the words left my mouth, she was on the move but I grabbed her hand, pulling her back to

me.

"Shhh," I whispered against her ear, wrapping my arms tightly around her to prevent her from moving.

"You can't let her see you"

"But…" she tried talking but I covered her mouth tightly with one of my palms.

"Not now, Rhea. She can't know you're still alive". I whispered into her ears.

Her eyes filled with tears but she didn't struggle to get free of my hold.

"If I let you go, you'll lead me to where I can find two pictures of your mom. One for when she was a

num and another should be of her presently"

She nodded her head in understanding.

After a while, I released her. Her eyes wandered towards the direction I'd told her her mom was, eyes

staring at the door with longing. After a while, she turned in the opposite direction. I followed carefully

behind her. She led us to a hallway. At the end of the hallway, she silently pushed a door that was ajar

opened.

It opened to reveal a room with a small bed in the middle. There were several pictures of the older

woman I'd seen on her phone on the wall.

Silently, she stepped towards one and took it from the wall. She handed it to me and went to the only

nightstand in the room. She pulled out one of its drawers and took out an old grey photo.

The photo was that of a woman that looked exactly like her, dressed in a nun outfit. My eyes drifted

from it to Rhea and she nodded her head. Taking it from her, I studied it for a while. Just when I was

about pocketing it, I heard loud footsteps approaching us.

Mine eyes snapped to Rhea's but she looked at me pleadingly. The look in her eyes pricked my heart

but there was nothing I could do about it. It was for her safety. Just as the doorknob turned, I grabbed

her arm and we disappeared back to the cabin.

When we reappeared back at the cabin, I wrapped my arms around her while she sobbed into my

chest, wetting my shirt.

"I'm sorry Rhea. Your safety Is important. You'll see her when all this is over''. I ran my hand down her

back soothingly, hating that I was responsible for her tears.

It took a while for her to quiet down. But when she eventually did, she pulled away from me, walking

from me.

She was shutting me out. I stretched out my arm to reach for her but I stopped myself. I deserved it.

I shouldn't have taken her with me but I couldn't locate the house all by myself. It was a place I hadn't

been to. I'd have gotten lost in trying to find it.

Heaving out a sigh of frustration, I headed for the living room to carry out my next time,

intending to give her all the time she needs to get better.

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Appearing in the priest's office, I found his desk with the aid of my night vision. It was midnight and I'd

left Rhea at the cabin.

Without hesitating I placed the envelope I'd carried along on his desk. It contained the pictures of

Rhea's mother and a note that read:

Get yourself away from my business. If I have to worry about you again, the whole world will know of

your crimes. And I'll have her openly testify against you. Also, if you go after her, that would be your

worst mistake.

I'd written the note myself. Rhea still wasn't talking to me. It was killing me on the inside but there was

nothing I could do about it.

As soon as I'd placed the envelope on the desk, I returned to the cabin.

My plans were already working. It was just a little more time before everything would be out in the

open.

And Rhea could finally return to her normal life.