To Sin
Summary
A possible way Hester and Dimmesdale went about creating Pearl. ((Pre-Book))
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I do not own The Scarlet Letter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3 of 3
Posted: May 12, 2005
Chapter 3
Author's note; Sorry this took so long... I think this might be a bit awkward. I've never written het before and writing it in this style makes it really, really hard.Chapter 3Dimmesdale's body tremored as the woman he pined for drew closer and closer to him. A droplet of perspiration crawled from his brow, his mind racing between heaven and hell."I fear we shall burn amongst the demons of Beelzebub if such an act continues," he stammered, his face ensnared by that of Hester's."I know it to be true, as well," sighed Hester. "But I wish to act sill. Even if it is devilry this is what my soul longs for. Do you consent to this foul wish?"Dimmesdale looked at the woman before him. If devilry he would be seduced not given a choice. But devils were prone to trickery so she could be possessed. But if he had always watched her wasn't he already damned to hell?"Yes...""Then come with me."The priest and the puritan exited the church, but each dispersed in the crowd. Everyone man woman and child smiled but none knew the intentions that lay underneath.The ignorant crowd faded away the lovers to be standing on the edge of a glen."This is a place of witch craft," gaped Dimmesdale."This is a place where judgment is lost," Hester soothed, leading the priest deeper into the forest.In an unexpected motion a kiss was placed upon Dimmesdale's lips. The kiss of a woman was something unfamiliar to him, a forbidden road never meant to be traversed.His flesh tingled where the contact was made, but all he could think of was the burning of fire.Her hands surrounded him pulling his rigid body closer, but he was tormented by the thought of Satan's grip."I can not!" he gasped, jerking away."But I can. I feel that I love thee and if in thou heart you hold the slightest desire for it I shall take the blame," urged Hester, eyes and heart aflame."I can not do that either.""But you must do something."As the woman spoke the tingle of his lips changed to uneasiness in his stomach to a soft pulsing in his groin. He usually could over come this feeling, but now it tortured his mind like a maddening disease."I shall do as thee suggests," sighed Arthur. "But I am inexperienced in such things and will need your guidance.""That is fair..."Hester's finger's, adept from sewing slowly removed the man's priestly vestments. His skin held imperfections, scars of self-punishment."I have sometimes thought of this and now thee may see the echo of the thought," he explained, ashamed be the sinful marks.The delicate digits caressed his chest."To love a woman is not wrong, dear Arthur," coaxed Hester.Dimmesdale flickered slightly with the movement of the woman's touch, soft as velvet, twice as beautiful.She continued to undress the priest, now nude as Adam under the tree. Dimmesdale twinged as Hester removed her own garments. Such images had haunted him in his sleep. The creamy color of her skin, the perfection of her curves, he hated to say such blasphemes but she was like an angel."We are not sinners we are two lovers, and that is all,” comforted Hester, her gentle touch upon his chest.Dimmesdale nodded, now understanding they had reached the point where words were nothing compared to actions.Hester's finger's once again trailed down his body, but without his clothing the event became a heart wrenching act.As her hand further descended down his body, Dimmesdale let out a hiss as she cradled his penis into an erection."What have I submitted to?" he panted, breath rushing out of his figure."Worry not," replied Hester, nudging him towards the earthy ground.Dimmesdale watched, not a word from his mouth as Hester mounted him.The friction of her shifting to accommodate his entry was like kindling to a fire. But no matter how mind-numbing the body always craved for more.But as their bodies shuddered with pleasure, the climax of their love reached, he could think of nothing else he could ever want.To be loved so.