#loona kim lip

[cupcek]

࿔*:･✺ 🍎.ೃ ༑𓈒̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙🌅 ❥. ᭄ ꩜

♰ ྀི♰ ྀི Os sonhos bons ♰ ྀི♰ ྀི

[suupersonic]

☕️ ⣓ Unexpected Rendezvous ᮬᦾ

흘려진 숨소리 oh (oh) 끝없이 퍼져가는걸 꿈에 들린 (whoa) 달콤한 목소리

[jjjjisun]

Nun Kim Lip doing unspeakable things w/ Jae who has a wife

New Covenant

Kim Lip X Male Reader | 2980 words

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Author's note: First non-incest fic?

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The church was filled with the familiar hum of Sunday service, the parishioners' voices blending in a monotonous rhythm that once comforted me. Today, however, my mind was elsewhere. I stood up from the pew, mumbling a vague excuse to my wife, her eyes barely flickering away from the hymnal. I slipped out of the row and made my way to the back of the church, the echo of the sermon fading behind me.

The bathroom was quiet, and the cool tile contrasted with the sanctuary's warm wood. I splashed water on my face, trying to calm the restlessness that had been gnawing at me all morning. The door creaks open, and I glance up, expecting to see one of the elderly parishioners. Instead, Sister Kim Lip slipped in, her habit rustling softly as she moved.

She didn't say a word, just locked the door behind her and turned to face me. Her eyes, usually downcast in modest piety, were ablaze. She stepped closer, her breath hitching slightly. I could see the pulse at her neck, quick and fluttering, like a trapped bird.

"Sister—" I started, but she cut me off, her fingers pressing against my lips.

"Not here," she whispered. "Not as Sister. Just Kim Lip."

Her hands slid down, tracing the line of my jaw and the curve of my neck before resting on my chest. She was close, too close, her breath mingling with mine. I could smell the faint scent of incense that always lingered on her clothes, mixed with something sweeter, more intimate.

"Kim," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "What are you doing?"

A small smile played on her lips. "What I've wanted to do since I first saw you."

Her mouth met mine, soft and tentative at first, then firmer, more insistent. I was frozen, shocked by the suddenness of the sheer wrongness. But my body responded despite my mind's protests, my hands finding her waist, pulling her closer.

She moaned softly, the sound vibrating against my lips. Her tongue swept into my mouth, exploring, claiming. I could taste her, sweet and forbidden. My hands moved from her waist, tracing the curve of her back, feeling the heat of her body through the thick fabric of her habit.

She pulled away, her breath ragged. "I see you every Sunday," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "With her. But I want you to be mine. Only mine."

Her possessiveness sent a thrill through me, even as it set off warning bells in my head. This was wrong, so wrong. But the way she looked at me and the raw hunger in her eyes was intoxicating.

I turned her, pressing her against the counter. Her breath hitched as I kissed her again, more profoundly this time, my hands roaming over her body. I could feel her heart pounding, matching the rhythm of my own. The room was spinning, the world outside fading away. There was only Kim, her body pressed against mine, her mouth hot and eager.

Her hands fumbled with my belt, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the desperation in them, the raw need. I knew I should stop her, put an end to this madness, but I couldn't. I was drowning in her, lost in the sensation of her touch and taste.

She slid her hand inside my pants, her fingers wrapping around me. I groaned, my forehead resting against hers. She stroked me slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. I was stiff, achingly so, my cock throbbing with need.

"You're mine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Say it. Say you're mine."

I was lost, caught in the intensity of her gaze, the pleasure of her touch. "I'm yours," I whispered, the words falling from my lips before I could stop them.

She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. She hiked up her habit, her legs wrapping around my waist. I could feel the heat of her, the dampness of her desire. I gripped her thighs, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I thrust into her.

She gasped, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her neck. I pressed my lips to her skin, tasting her, feeling her pulse quicken as I moved within her. She was tight, her body gripping mine, pulling me deeper.

The room filled with our breaths, harsh and ragged, the wet sound of our bodies coming together. I could feel the pleasure building, a coiling tension in my gut. Kim's nails dug into my back, her body arching against mine.

"Mine," she whispered again, her voice a soft chant. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

I came with a groan, my body shuddering as I spilled into her. She held me close, her body milking mine, her breath hot against my neck.

We stayed like that, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. The reality of what we'd done hit me like a punch to the gut. I pulled away, my hands shaking as I righted my clothes.

Kim watched me, her eyes never leaving my face. She didn't seem embarrassed or ashamed. Instead, she looked satisfied—like a cat that had gotten into the cream.

"This can't happen again," I said, my voice hoarse. I ran a hand through my hair, my mind racing. "This was... this was wrong, Kim."

She stepped closer, her hand cupping my cheek. "Wrong?" she echoed. "How can something that feels so right be wrong?"

I shook my head, stepping away from her touch. "I'm married," I said. "I... I have to go."

I turned and unlocked the door, slipping out before she could stop me. The church was quiet, the service still droning on. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. What had I done? What had I let happen?

As I returned to my seat, I could feel Kim's eyes on me, burning into my back. I slid into the pew, my wife glancing at me with a slight frown.

"You were gone a while," she whispered. "Everything okay?"

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Fine," I lied. "Everything's fine."

But it wasn't. And I knew it never would be again.

My mind was a whirlwind as I sat through the rest of the service, Kim's taste lingering on my lips, her scent on my clothes. I could feel her eyes on me, a constant reminder of what we'd done, what I'd let happen, and what I'd wanted to happen.

As the congregation began to file out, I hung back, my feet rooted to the spot. I watched as my wife left with the others, her eyes scanning the crowd, looking for someone. She didn't notice or see the turmoil raging inside me.

Before I could change my mind, I turned and returned to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar as if expecting me. I slipped inside, locking it behind me.

Kim was there, her habit gone, her body clad in a simple white slip. She was kneeling on the cold tile, her hands clasped in front of her, her head bowed. She was praying, her lips moving softly, reciting gospel after gospel.

I stood there, transfixed, watching her lips form familiar words. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God..."

I moved closer, my body responding to the sight of her and the sound of her voice. I reached out, my hand tangling in her hair. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with desire and something else—something darker.

She rose to her feet, her body pressing against mine. I could feel her heat, her need. I backed her against the counter, my hands gripping her waist. I lifted her, setting her down on the edge. She spread her legs, welcoming me in.

I dropped to my knees, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her slip out of the way. She was bare underneath, her flesh hot and damp. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the line of her slit. She gasped, her body arching, but her voice never faltered, never stopped chanting the sacred words.

"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory as the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth..."

I licked her slowly, my tongue delving into her folds, tasting her. She moaned, her body shuddering, but her voice remained steady, her words clear. I found her clit, my tongue circling the sensitive nub. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping the counter, but she didn't stop. She didn't falter.

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life..."

I slid a finger into her, then another, my tongue still working her clit. She was wet, her body welcoming, her inner muscles clenching around me. I could feel her tension building, her breath coming in short gasps, but her voice never stopped. Never wavered.

She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her inner muscles milking my fingers. But her voice kept going, her words a steady stream of sacred promises.

I stood up, my body aching with need. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with desire. She reached out, her hands grasping my belt. She undid it, her eyes never leaving mine. She slid her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around me. I was hard, my body throbbing with need.

She slid off the counter, her body pressing against mine as she sank to her knees. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with desire and devotion. "This is my body," she whispered, her tongue licking her lips. "Given up for you."

She took me in her mouth, her lips wrapping around me, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I groaned, my head falling back, my eyes closing. She took me deep, her throat relaxing, taking me in.

She pulled back, her lips tight around me, her tongue working the underside of my shaft. Then she plunged forward again, taking me in, deepthroating me. I could feel her throat muscles working, her lips tight around my base.

She pulled back again, her eyes looking up at me. "This is another way," she whispered, her voice husky. "To consume the body of Christ."

I groaned, my hands gripping her hair as she took me in again, her mouth hot and wet and eager. She worked me, her mouth and tongue driving me closer and closer to the edge.

But I wanted more. I wanted all of her.

I pulled her to her feet, my hands gripping her slip. I pulled it off, leaving her standing there, naked, her body flushed with desire. I turned her around, bending her over the counter. I gripped her hips, my body pressing against her.

She looked back at me, her eyes wide with need and desperation. "Forgive me, Father," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "For I am about to sin."

I slid into her, my body filling hers. She gasped, her head dropping, her fingers gripping the counter. I moved in her, my body claiming hers, my hands gripping her hips.

She was tight, her body welcoming, her inner muscles clenching around me. I could feel her tension building, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked back at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure and pain.

"Mercy," she whispered, her voice a soft plea. "Mercy, Father. Forgive me for my sins. Forgive us for our sins."

I moved faster, my body driving into hers, the sound of our flesh coming together filling the room. She was chanting again, her voice a soft litany of pleas for forgiveness, for mercy.

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it, my body still moving in hers. She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her inner muscles milking me.

I came with her, my body shuddering, my seed spilling into her. We stayed like that, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal.

But I knew, as I pulled away and looked into her eyes, that this was far from over. We had sinned, had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. And I knew, with a certainty that sent a shiver down my spine, that we would sin again. And again. And again.

I couldn't stay away. Despite the guilt gnawing at me and the fear of what we were doing, I found myself back in that bathroom, the door locked behind me, Kim Lip pressed against me. Her habit was gone, her body bare, her breasts heaving with each breath.

I didn't wait or waste time on gentle touches or soft words. I spun her around, her back to my chest, my hands gripping her tits. I squeezed, her flesh spilling between my fingers. She gasped, her body arching, her nipples hardening to points.

"You like that?" I growled, my voice low. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. She moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But this... this is wrong. We can't—"

I cut her off, my hand wrapping around her throat, my other hand still groping her tit. "Wrong?" I echoed. "You didn't think it was wrong when you were begging for my cock."

She moaned again, her body writhing against mine. I could feel her ass pressing against my cock, could feel the heat of her through my pants. I released her throat, my hand trailing down her body, over her stomach, to the juncture of her thighs. I cupped her, my fingers sliding through her folds. She was wet, her body ready.

I undid my pants, my cock springing free. I didn't bother with foreplay, didn't ease into her slowly. I gripped her hips and thrust into her, my cock filling her in one swift movement. She cried out, her body tensing, her inner muscles clenching around me.

"Forgive me, Lord," she whispered, her voice trembling. "For I have sinned."

I fucked her hard, my body slamming against hers, the sound of our flesh coming together echoing through the room. She braced her hands against the counter, her body taking each of my thrusts, her tits bouncing with each movement.

She started to recite prayers, her voice a soft chant. "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee..."

I groaned, my hands gripping her tits again, squeezing them as I fucked her. She moaned, her body thrusting back against mine, meeting each of my thrusts.

"Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus..."

I slid one hand down, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it, my cock still moving in her, my body still slamming against hers. She cried out, her body tensing, her inner muscles milking my cock.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners..."

She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her head falling back against my shoulder. I could feel her pleasure, could feel her body pulsing around mine. But I didn't stop, didn't slow down. I kept fucking her, kept rubbing her clit, kept groping her tits.

"This is a covenant," she whispered, her voice breathless. "A new covenant. A way to save the sins of all in the world."

I groaned, my body tensing, my release building. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I moved in her, as I chased my pleasure.

"No," she whispered suddenly, her body tensing. She tried to pull away, tried to escape my grasp. "Not inside. Not without—"

I held her tight, my body still moving in hers. "You can tell them it was immaculate conception," I growled in a low voice. Tell them the Holy Spirit came to you in a dream and blessed you with a child."

She shook her head, her body still struggling against mine. "No, please—"

But it was too late. I came with a groan, my body shuddering, my seed spilling into her. I held her tight, my body pressing against hers, my cock still buried deep inside her.

We stayed like that, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. She was silent, her body tense, her mind racing. I could feel it, could feel the turmoil within her.

I pulled out, turning her to face me. Her eyes were wild, her face flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses. She looked... debauched. A fallen angel, tainted by sin.

"They'll never believe us," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "They'll cast us out. They'll—"

I cut her off, my lips crashing against hers. I kissed her deeply, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming her. When I pulled away, her lips were even more swollen, her eyes wilder.

"Let them try," I growled, my voice low. "Let them try to cast us out. To shame us. To condemn us." I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing against her skin. "We have a higher purpose now, Kim. A new covenant. A new testament."

She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. She was scared, I could see it. But there was something else there, too—something darker, a hunger, a need, a desire for something more, something forbidden.

I smiled, leaning in, my lips brushing against hers. "Trust in me, Kim," I whispered, my voice soft. "Trust in our path. Trust in our sin."

And as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire, fear, and hunger, I knew. I knew that she was mine. I knew that she would follow me, no matter where this path led us or how dark, twisted, or sinful it became.

She was mine.

And I was hers.

And together, we would forge a new path. A new covenant. A new sin.

[lostmemoriesmin]

Only u can make me feel this way baby 𝜗ϱ

[baekry]

ㅤㅤㅤ✿⃞⏜ ‧ virtual angel

— ♡ ׄ݁.

🌰 ˓ ֹ _ _

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

[alfaire]

ㅤ𐚁   ⭒ㅤ 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 ㅤ ｡ㅤ   ﾟㅤ   ･ㅤ   ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌙 ⋆⁺₊⋆

ㅤㅤ     ㅤ   ㅤ   𓆩  𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈? 𓆪

[wormbea]

see you in hell.

[cherimarie]

﹒　✢　　⌣　　🍎　﹒　

You know it's been

a long day

I haven't seen you today

You're somewhere

I'm sure!! ;D

﹒　✢　　⌣　　🍎　﹒　

[harper11]

ઈઉ     ݁     🖇    kim lip     ִֶָ      ✰

[ourdadai]

✿ kim lip ꒰ artms ꒱ lockscreens !

[binzuzu]

to be loved 🐞📝

🖊️ ⠀.. is to be changed

[blunemone]

ARTMS — VIRTUAL ANGEL

[nayeondoll]

␥ 🍷 ⁺ i think of her so much, it drives me crazy

[voidcrystalline]

ARTMS Profiles

Subject Name: Choerry

Acquisition: MODHAUS disbanded ARTMS in response to the announcement of Loossemble's final sale values. Subject did not object to nor resist capture.

Containment: Subject has been presented with extremely simple and complex escape options on many occasions, and has not expressed interest in escape. Subject has, however, wandered out of unlocked containment for seemingly no logical reason, but no attempt at escape was ever truly attempted, and even approaching undisguised personnel. If anything, simple locks are recommended for subject's own safety.

Features: Exceptionally pleasant demeanor, uncommonly accepting nature, noted exhibitionist tendencies.

Modifications: Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition, mild bulking, very mild breast and glute augmentation, no designer (see comments).

Specialties: Seemingly endless knowledge of kink and fetish play

Designer Comments: Subject is a model slave, and eager to please. On some rare occasions, she may express defiance, but this has always been either a joke, or as a result of some minor discomfort, which, simple remedies for which bring her back to full obedience. Subject derives great joy from displaying herself in a sexual manner and sexual performances, and she encourages others to do the same. Current cosmetic modifications are only the most reasonable of her own personal requests up to this point (she wanted additional breast and glute augmentation, but it is our policy to retain the approximate size that our slaves were well known for). Subject has made a variety of unusual modification requests which have been denied, some of which include a fur covered tail, butterfly wings, the ability to produce honey, additional sets of breasts, x-ray vision, and “octopus hair,” which she insisted had nothing to do with tentacles. Oddities and sexual prowess aside, I would happily recommend the subject to anybody who would like a little amusement in their life.

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Subject Name: Heejin

Acquisition: MODHAUS disbanded ARTMS in response to the announcement of Loossemble's final sale values. Subject presented numerous challenges to acquisition. An addendum will be provided once related paperwork has been finished.

Containment: Subject requires intensive containment procedures, ideally with automated backup systems. Personnel interactions with subject should be minimal, and full automation of containment is highly recommended. Subject should not be allowed outside of containment. Buyer's interactions with subject should also be limited, monitored by trusted personnel, and subject should be heavily restrained.

Features: Uncommonly muscular physique, devious demeanor

Modifications: Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition, bulking to counteract muscular atrophy related to containment, jaw locking mechanism, remote tracker

Specialties: Partner manipulation (caution), irrumatio

Designer Comments: Subject should only be purchased by buyers who are looking for an “unbreakable” slave, and who are well-prepared for the challenge. Subject made weekly (with varying frequency) attempts at escape, using a surprising array of skills to do so, and several full recaptures were necessary. Subject is unusually strong for a former idol, capable of psychological analysis even under duress, and quick to learn skills which may contribute to novel escape attempts. She was once fitted with a subdermal tranquilizer delivery system, but managed to remove it with improvised surgical tools and proceeded to cause irreparable injury to the personnel assigned to her training. The next day I commissioned her jaw locking mechanism, which has been the only personal device which she has yet to be able to remove or damage to uselessness. Though her wit is quite entertaining in short bursts, I strongly recommend not allowing the subject to converse or even speak for more than a few minutes at a time. Please exercise great caution if considering this purchase.

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Subject Name: Haseul

Acquisition: MODHAUS disbanded ARTMS in response to the announcement of Loossemble's final sale values. Subject expressed some mild sorrow, but willingly complied with all personnel commands without further complaint.

Containment: No special containment procedures necessary. It is recommended to treat subject quite well to take advantage of her unique capabilities.

Features: Calm demeanor, uncommonly wide hips

Modifications: Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition, very mild breast augmentation, enhanced lactation

Specialties: Gentle, intercrural

Designer Comments: Subject has been a delight for the entire duration of her captivity. Though our protocol is to separate former idols from their groups, I was tempted to put her into classes with her former group-mates to act as a calming influence. It is quite rare for any subject, including those who have clearly accepted their fates, to participate in the pacification of their fellow slaves. This subject is the exception to that rule, and has kindly offered guidance to fellow slaves, and intelligence to personnel. While subject is indeed an ideal slave on her own, I strongly recommend her to buyers who have, or are considering, other unruly slaves and wish for them to be made more passive. Subject's social proclivities are very well-suited to fixing such behavioral issues.

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Subject Name: Kim Lip

Acquisition: MODHAUS disbanded ARTMS in response to the announcement of Loossemble's final sale values. Subject made some poor attempts at escape, but they were stopped with little effort.

Containment: Subject sporadically attempts to escape containment, but has not shown great capability while doing so. Electrified barriers have proven to be the most efficient deterrent, but simple locks should suffice if such facilities are not yet prepared.

Features: Mildly exotic appearance, quick recovery from wounds

Modifications: Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition, very mild breast augmentation, no designer

Specialties: Masochism, orgasm denial

Designer Comments: Subject seems to be especially suited for our subselection of pain sluts. She responds quite well to spanking, whipping, flogging, caning, slapping, clamps, and pinching. Specifically, the subject acts as expected when exposed to painful stimuli such as those listed above (begging, crying, etc), but will invariably achieve orgasm within ten to twenty minutes of continuous exposure. Subject also has a rapid recovery time as noted in features, with heavy bruising tending to heal completely in two to three days and minor cuts in four to six, though she is prone to scarring. Subject is fairly quick to orgasm in sexual encounters too, and it was while testing this we discovered she becomes particularly upset when not allowed to achieve orgasm. By alternating between pleasure and pain, the subject can be kept on the brink of climax for extremely long periods of time with little to no need to wait between cool down periods, all of which feeds into her frustration.

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Subject Name: Jinsoul

Acquisition: MODHAUS disbanded ARTMS in response to the announcement of Loossemble's final sale values. Subject was difficult to apprehend, and caused major injury to three personnel whose medical fees are rolled into subject's starting sale price.

Containment: Subject no longer requires any containment procedures for safety or to reduce chance of escape. Depending on personal preference, simple locks may be useful for preventing unexpected advances. Alternatively, sex toys or other slaves may be provided to the subject for the same reason, though these should not be provided for more than a few hours at a time for the subject's bodily integrity.

Features: Uncommonly curvaceous silhouette, classically ideal figure, large mouth

Modifications: Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition, mild breast augmentation to balance with hip size, pleasure sensitivity enhancement, plasticity increase.

Specialties: Overstimulation, self-humiliation

Designer Comments: Subject was violently resistant to slavery during early post-acquisition and had to be restrained at all times for the safety of personnel.  Introductory evaluation sessions yielded a hint that the subject had high potential for susceptibility to submission to sexual pleasure, even without the aid of aphrodisiacs. I was particularly proud to document the first instance of the subject requesting “more.” Unfortunately, violent outbursts were still intermittent and time was running short, so we did resort to artificial sexual stimulants, shortly thereafter replaced by general pleasure sensitivity increase modification. At time of writing, the subject has not given a single indication of desire to escape or violent thought in fifty-five days. fMRI and EEG neuroimaging scans show that stimuli which once triggered the subject's violent behavior now trigger uncontrollable sexual desire. During these periods, subject will attempt to pleasure herself even in the most inappropriate situations. If prevented from doing so, threatened with harm, or if any sort of authority figure is nearby, she will instead attempt to initiate sexual activity and will debase herself viciously to do so.

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Additional Designer Comments: The base prices of these former members of ARTMS are being reduced to 50% of what we normally sell our slaves for. The owner of MODHAUS entertainment reached out to us after we sold the former members of Loossemble. He seemed far more eager to sell ARTMS to us than any normal seller, and made a variety of comments about how much rich he would be after their sales were finalized. He unfortunately passed away during the negotiation process, and we are therefore selling these five at a steep discount to pass on our savings to you, our beloved clients. We hope that this outcome reminds our clients that, although we are not in the business of negotiating the absolute best prices all the time, we care deeply for you.

[i4gowo]

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─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

[baekry]

࣪ㅤ݁ ── ⠀⠀ held my heart

in a suspended place ⠀≀