Hey, MHTT with his first ever Castlevania fic. This is going to end up being a series of lemons set during Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin. It will go through a 'confession' as Jonathan and Charlotte attempt to cleanse their minds of lustful thoughts after certain monsters encountered in Castlevania, some of which will include:

-Astarte, the goddess with unearthly beauty

-Succubi, the seductive women who take life through sexual encounters

-Alura Une, the beautiful flower girls of the Dark Academy

-Nyx, those nurses with the huge syringes.

Anyway, enjoy the prologue! More to come later!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters presented in this fic. They are copyright Konami and of the Castlevania franchise.


Prologue: A Much Needed Confession

Vincent lifted his head up upon hearing the familiar footsteps. The smile began to cross his face as the footsteps grew louder, the priest instantly recognizing Jonathan Morris' boots and the young Charlotte Aulin's pumps. He quickly made one last swab of the new helmet and returned it to the rack, then quickly made a turn just as Jonathan and Charlotte prepared to turn the corner. Vincent intertwined his hands and let his arms hang in front of him, his face becoming a warm smile to greet the two once more.

"Jonathan, Charlotte, welcome ba-HUH?!" His eyes nearly bulged out upon seeing the couple, the two panting heavily and wearing next to nothing. For the brief moment Jonathan stood up, he revealed that he wore only his ruffled red jacket and a pair of black boxer shorts, the fabric easily revealing an erection before the hunter placed his hands on his knees. Meanwhile, Charlotte leaned exhaustively against the wooden table, her bra-clad chest moving rhythmically with each deep breath. Her blue and white blouse was tattered and ripped, revealing her white bra underneath and exposing her smooth stomach and waistline. The blue cape she normally wore around her shoulders was now around her waist, the garment barely able to cover the white panties she wore underneath. Vincent quickly recovered from his shock and struggled to form a smile. "Oh my…I suppose…um…" He forced an understanding smile, despite the knot in his stomach. "it is only natural for…kids…your age to-"

"Vincent!" The two saw the priest jump back by the sudden outburst, his smile instantly becoming an expression of surprise. "It was not like that!" They shouted.

"Oh, um…my mistake…" He took a moment to regain his composure and grab a nearby basket, filled with some hastily prepared food items and canteens of water. "Here, y-you must be exhausted." For the time being, he figured it was best to avoid the uncomfortable subject.

Jonathan raised his hand, his body still hunched over. "V-Vincent…" He slowly got up, grunting as he straightened his back. For a moment, the priest's eyes widened upon seeing long thin scars across his chest and just above his boxers, as well as what appeared to be lipstick over his body. "We…We need your help…" He said with urgency.

The priest was silent. "…O-Of course, you two! What do you need?" He asked, both urgent and frightened by the coming request.

Charlotte took a deep breath. She pushed off the chair and looked up, not seeming to mind the fact that her bra was exposed and her waistline was clearly showing. The strange red marks were also visible, some in the pair of lips. "We need to do a confession…A holy confession…"

"A-A confession? Why?"

"You won't believe the hell we went through while we were gone. We may not look like it, but we're badly hurt…mentally and physically." After finishing, Jonathan's right hand slowly made his way down his stomach toward his boxers, swiftly slipping under, but just as swiftly, pulled out.

Vincent easily caught the action, spotting the hand nearly engage in something impure. "Jonathan…What…?"

"Please Vincent, can you do a confession for us? We'll explain everything later!" Charlotte moaned lightly as she gently rubbed her breast, dropping her spell book against the table while letting the other hand stop just above her skirt.

Again, the priest noticed the sinful actions. Although he didn't know them personally, Vincent knew the rigorous training of the Morris, Belmont, and the Aulin families. Besides physically attuning their bodies for optimal performance, their minds were tempered to resist temptation and fight off even the most appealing of enemies, be they man, woman, or beast. To see both Jonathan Morris and Charlotte Aulin nearly engage in the sinful act of… 'relieving' themselves, in front of his own eyes nonetheless, was a bit of a shock for the devout Catholic. However, by the sound of things, the sudden temptation didn't aspire until recently. Vincent nodded. "A-Alright…I'm not authorized by the church, but I'll do what I can." He showed them to the wooden table and let the two sit down opposite to each other. Vincent took the head seat and raised his hand. He recited the traditional 'Father, Son, and Holy Spirit' as he made the sign of the cross over his head and chest, beginning the confession. He cleared his throat. "Now then, is this your first confession?" He asked calmly.

"No." The two answered simultaneously.

"Ah, good then. Well, go ahead and start off, tell me when was your last confession and-"

"Vincent, this isn't a regular confession…We need a Holy Confession." Charlotte broke, the girl now speaking calmly.

"W-What? A Holy Confession?"

"Yeah, it's basically the same thing as a regular confession, but it helps rid us of our thoughts." Without warning, Charlotte pulled over from the table and slapped him across the cheek. "Ow! What?!" he asked angrily.

"Miss Charlotte!"

"Sorry," She shook her head and moved her hand soothingly over Jonathan's cheek, eliciting a blush from him. "…I couldn't help it…" Again, she shook her head. "I-I mean…it was an impulse…" Only Vincent seemed to be the one who didn't understand what was going on. He could see that Jonathan shoot the scantily clad girl a rather seductive, enticing smile before he shook it off, fighting for a serious expression.

"I-I'm sorry…Is there s-something going on between you two?"

"No!" The two shouted again.

"A lot of things happened while we were gone, Vincent…And they did some…things to us too…" Jonathan stated, his expression becoming a little delirious at the last statement.

Before Vincent could get the hint, Charlotte quickly filled in. "Vincent, I'll walk you through the Holy Confession. I read about it in one of the Church's books, it's supposed to rid us of our impure thoughts."

"…Impure thoughts?"

"Yeah, we're supposed to confess our sins to you in exchange for cleansing our mind." Jonathan let out a groan, fighting with himself to pull his hand out of his boxers.

"I know it's hard to believe, but you're the only one that can help us. The only person who can cleanse our minds of lustful ideas is a priest…and…well, I think you know this, Vincent." Vincent's eyes widened upon hearing the change in tone, causing the girl to suddenly realize what she implied. "Sorry, I didn't meant that…"

"…A-Alright…I suppose we should start then…Miss Charlotte," He paused seeing the strange glint in her eye. "I…I hope that you will walk me through this so that I can successfully perform this. I do not want to fail, and I just as much as you two, want to rid you of…these 'impure thoughts' as you say."

"Okay…The first step is for us to confess all of our sins…and that's all of the activity that's happened since the last we saw you…"

"Very well then, go ahead and start you two."


First up, the Sex Contest! Astarte and Charlotte fight over Jonathan's mind and libido!

I hope you guys liked it! Please R R!