Saga Posted August 17, 2014 Share Posted August 17, 2014 [ PRIVATE ] Type: One on One. Rating: 18+ [R+] Demographic: Yaoi. Genre: Smut, Angst. WARNING: Violence. [ CHARACTER INFORMATION - under spoiler. ] A quick brush, his hand found as if its rightful place against the male's back, right in the middle. The strong pressure made the other man unable to move away from the alter. Or at least it was strong enough to keep him down for a bit. Just enough until the lips reached for the ear. The church was already closed, but it seemed a devil walked in, just like when the dust arose - the corruption reigned. A small stretch of lip corners, he grinned as whispered to the male beneath his palm, - Isn't this what we call hypocrisy? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted August 17, 2014 Share Posted August 17, 2014 It was far too close for comfort. The mans words seemed intensified just by the holy walls built to conduct words of prayer up to the heavens. Even if it was a mere whisper. A sound that crawled inside his ear like a worm nestling itself in it's new home. Aden's glacier eyes narrowed; his chin lifted to direct their icy stare towards the current taller challenger. The solid presence of the communion alter gave not an inch for movement of retreat. Not that he had planned to flee. "How did you get in here?" His voice managed to move past the lump in his throat; delivered in an agitated whisper of his own. How had it come to something like this? He'd only accepted the job of caring for the church grounds just last week. He'd been certain the locks had been in place and no one could enter. The man had strolled in like magic. No, like a demon perhaps. And why was he being cornered and touched of all things? "Hypocrisy is perhaps the lesser of your Sins." He didn't like the implications of that statement one bit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted August 17, 2014 Author Share Posted August 17, 2014 The abhor in these beautiful eyes that stared yet filled with judgement made Zheil's dark ones return the stare in the very same manner. The cocky crack of grin decorated his pale and cold as snow face, it was like a pure sin to be so gorgeous but even more the face reflecting in his eyes was - emotion stronger than any other known, hatred. It felt like a bliss to bathe in such a negativity; it urged him to degrade the other lower than a human being. Humiliation in His Holy Kingdom, the home of all saints and the ground of forgiveness for sinners. Zheil's hand pressed harsher into the flesh, forcing the body painfully against the wooden pattern of the alter. How did you get in here? - What if I tell you I was always here to begin with? - the pupils averted to side, the torso lifted its weight off Aden's body. The position they were in was getting from uncomfortable to a very shameful one, especially after the obvious grind made against the male's behind. From the raging silence, the rustle of clothes and the creaks of the alter echoed in the empty church home. It sent shivers down the sickening evil but yet dominating male. Hypocrisy is perhaps the lesser of your Sins. The ominous glare of his as he hovered over 'the saint' spoke of a ruthless nature. Even more, of a creature that knew desolation and no creation, hatred and no love, ruthlessness and no forgiveness. His deep and low pitched voice spoke of a calm but threatening note, - You know your Lord said to judge not? Then Father, tell me, how an ungodly man serves the holy mass? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted August 17, 2014 Share Posted August 17, 2014 Another lump was swallowed down, and uncomfortably so. He felt goosebumps prickle at his lightly bronzed skin; trailing from nape to calf. The reaction was not thanks to the central air seeping out from the vents; but to the intensity of the raw emotion staring back at him. Orbs depthless and harboring unspeakable things. He'd always had a knack for reading the 'mood' by looking into another's eyes; but these pools could drown a person. The first obvious sign of danger crept up his spine like the fingers that splayed themselves against the middle of his back; strong and not in the least bit giving in their hold. "Always here?" His eyes narrowed to mere slits, finding the retort lacking. "That makes no sense." The alter creaked once more as he found himself all but melding with the solid material. A grunt presented itself for the discomfort. His own hand found itself pushing against the broadness of the mans chest, as if to ward off the evil seeping its way into his very pores. His eyes adverted for the first time, finding the forced intimacy suffocating. Being called 'Father' brought a pang of shame deep within him. No, he was indeed not of complete faith. He'd had so many crossroads in his life; and not one had their been a savior to show him which path to follow. He'd made countless mistakes- all too many sins. Hypocrite indeed; perhaps the 'lesser of sins' statement had been for both of them- to an extent. But wasn't that why he was here? To find his path? To believe... something? To climb out of that unholy pit and reach for a lifeline to ease him from the madness. "Perfection does not exist. We all stumble as men of faith." Again his cool eyes rose to challenge; though they were glossed in a sheen of forced courage. "Do not speak as if you know me! You know nothing of what I believe or don't. And stop touching me as you please!" He pressed harder on the mans chest, his other hand reaching behind to the chalice which always served as the Lords cup. Sweaty digits curled around the cool metal, bracing the stem as a last resort. He would bash the frighteningly beautiful creature over the head if this contact continued. His body which knew this perverse touch all too well-would not hold out for long. His bravery only went to so far; as being reformed took more effort than he could bare at times. He felt suddenly like this man could make his resolve crumble if allowed the chance. "I don't know what you want; but I wish you to leave to this place and me." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted August 17, 2014 Author Share Posted August 17, 2014 His slightly long, dark hair brushed against the smooth cheeks of his when a tilt of head came to lower his chin. The palm of his could certainly feel the drumming of that frightened heart even from behind. Instead of jumping out of the male's chest, it felt it'd jump through the firmness of that back. The strong and big hand traveled down and eyes followed the movement; down to the curves of the lower back, down even through the pattern could be felt the silkiness of the skin, the tension of muscles and the bones. They were crying with pleads, afraid to be broken. How fragile humans were, he thought. Always here? ...That makes no sense. The statement made him pause his 'exploring', the male burst-ed in laughter. - Your God makes no sense. - the male looked over these narrowed with wariness eyes, but did they avert, ah they did. He couldn't help but show the amusement over his lips. That was it, the corruption on its way to embrace the body of the saint. Perfection does not exist. We all stumble as men of faith. The next words took him some time, but they seemed like strangled off his faith. Probably he was still a lost soul. But weren't they all? Zheil eased his eyelids, dulling his gaze into the male having his time to listen to the speech, Do not speak as if you know me! You know nothing of what I believe or don't. And stop touching me as you please! He was evil, but not dumb. The male noticed the hand that came to attempt and assure its 'master' safety, the eyes looked to that particular direction after all. One to wonder was it the mind or the heart of his so terrified. Or one led to the other. I don't know what you want; but I wish you to leave to this place and me. Silence penetrated the church for a brief, it was like the calm before a storm. Zheil returned his gaze down the male that tried to draw the best of his courage to light. In fact, the small amount of light left within. Ruthless and lagoon-like eyes could never be deceived. Everyone hid darkness and that man was no exception. A sudden twist followed with an abrupt pull. There was no gentleness, there was no attention to even to their surrounding. Zheil span the male around with a grip around the holy uniform, briefly lifting him up an inch to slam him down onto the alter - this time letting him lay on his back. Face to face with the evil, as they called it. Each of his big palms pinned down Aden's wrists against the cold wood. - What I want is.. - his velvet lips made a pause as he inched closer, finally letting the other see him from close; even their breaths clashed together. He didn't finish his sentence, the lower part of his body nudged between the male's legs. They spread open, these long legs that could even tempt the temptation itself, for a light thrust made into Aden's body. He bet even through the clothes, the other could feel the heat steaming from Zheil's crotch. It was like only the pieces of clothes separated him from ravishing this body. - ...to confess. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted August 17, 2014 Share Posted August 17, 2014 He'd been very wrong. Not about evil- no that had been a money shot. But about the fact one could drown in these eyes. he had the feeling he would not be drowning; no that was a too simple price to pay. He would be consumed. Hells scorching heat could only look like a sunny vacation spot compared to the promises this stare provided. The mans laugh felt somehow like nails on a chalkboard; giving rise to a new wave of gooseflesh. Damn it all he was trembling and his knees were losing strength. He sucked in a quick breath, nearly choking on it as the hand that held him wandered down his back; the feeling of heat penetrating the cloth and sinking into his very flesh. It almost felt as though no barrier laid between that touch; as the material was but a pretense of protection from complete contact. God makes no sense, he thought. Well a lot of things made no sense. Like the current circumstances arising in this sacred establishment. Would God watch his lamb struggle? Would not a hand or voice reach out to him for support? No, he also was not dumb. There would be no grace offered for this moment. The man looked absolutely bored with his choice of words. Rightly so. They sounded ridiculous even to him. But there was truth somewhere in them, right? He couldn't possibly bare the contact another moment. "Ngh." A noise of expelled breath sounded between his lips. His heart thumped and pushed out far too much blood; sending a delightful pink flush to his face and perhaps other places hidden beneath the dark shroud he wore. His hand attempted to lift the heavy chalice, knuckles whitened by the gripping of the Holy object. He'd forgotten that it still held the Blood of Christ in it's golden depths- the liquid sloshed over the edge smearing the white cloth below. "Let go of-" his words were cut off abruptly. Before he'd even had a chance to process things clearly he felt the wind knocked from his lungs. His smaller lean frame crashed onto the table; the cup slipping from his trembling fingers to tumble and clank across the marble floor. The remnants of the scarlet liquid pooling from the containers mouth. His lips parted and a strangled gasp leap out; attempting to regain the air he'd lost from the sudden assault. Pools of blue owlishly stared up at the man who'd so effortlessly moved and pinned him to the alter. The courage they'd held now mirrored surprise and the first glint of fear. Or was it Pain from the landing? Their breath clashed and twined, a mere touch away from being one. At this close range the strikingly beautiful features of the man above him became crystal clear. He'd never laid eyes upon such an otherworldly facade. He'd said perfection didn't exist, but it could possibly be false entirely. His hands lifted in attempt to ease the burden on his joints, but his wrists were imprisoned and left little room to adjust. And too busy was he with his hands that he ignored the lower half of his problem entirely. His legs tensed the moment he felt the heat press against his groin. His gaze darted down to where they were only connected in a very lewd and suggestive manner, the cloth between doing nothing but agitate the skin. Now that the man had a downward view also, he could take in the warm amber of Aden's short and lightly wavy hair which teased gently at his high cheek-bones; a single strand covering the small beauty mark which rested just below his left eye; like a obsidian tear embedded in his flesh. A soft shadow lined his jaw and chin, but no hair was present leaving a well kept face. His teeth grazed his lower lip, biting gently onto the soft skin. His heart thundered and provided even more blood for his body to deal with, and that did of course include his lower half as well. "Confession..? What could you possibly want to confess in this situation." He murmured softly, his eyes attempting to look anywhere but the face that was invading his vision. His voice somehow managed to champion itself a touch louder. "It seems as though I have little choice in this matter." Sarcasm drifted out; or was that surrender? Well, neither honestly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted August 18, 2014 Author Share Posted August 18, 2014 The crimson painted the saint's skin just like the pure canvass was corrupted by the hands of the artist. But the play of colors only made it more beautiful, in spite of the ''dirtiness''. Short and pleading breaths crawled up the lungs, a struggle for purity before even the struggle for dear life. Zheil's eyes lowered their gaze, caressing with their sharpness the male's lips. It was one of these 'undone' touches but one could feel the intention, the undisclosed desires. Another, another twisted grin. It was just like the male mocked Aden. Mocked him for the hypocrisy, mocked him for the secrets he kept within, but mostly - he mocked him for trying to be a saint when the sinner himself was once such. Soon after he felt the muscles around his waist move, agitated by the fear but even so, he bet the other had 'the idea' already engraved in the depths of his own obscene of light, purity and humility. Ah, that was the yell of a sinner dressed up in the disguise of a saint. Confession..? What could you possibly want to confess in this situation. The voice somehow softened. Was it actually due to the terror? Or because he found himself dominated and what was worse, he liked it. Zheil's lips parted lightly, as if stealing and grabbing from each word breathed away. Sucking the air off the male's inlet. It seems as though I have little choice in this matter. -Heh... - the sarcasm on higher level, sometimes, didn't even need to be worded. A simple gesture, a sound out of complexity even, it could draw out the better part of the paradox and irony. The dark haired male strolled his warm palms down against the wrists, the long and beautifully decorated pattern of the robe's sleeves got wrinkled down as the movement exposed more of the skin. Once his hands reached the forearms, Zheil paused to answer to the child of Christ. - You never had a choice to begin with, Father. You think your dignity could be proven through your actions and holy words? ..You think dignity has a worth before the Lord? - the demon in the suit of a human firmly pressed against the male's groin, pinning him utterly against the alter, the stage before Heavens, the stage of prayers. With a quick retreat, he removed his grip off the male's arms. It was amusing to watch and hover over the other as a falcon over its prey. But instead, they moved to Aden's thighs, traveling slowly downwards from the knees. - If so believed, tell me Father, where is your God now? - a strong grasp and he tore the robe from side, the right leg of the male got exposed to the chilly air, - Where was your God when Eve needed him most in Eden? The voice became husky with each next word. Zheil didn't question the whereabouts of God, he questioned the whereabouts of Aden's faith. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted August 18, 2014 Share Posted August 18, 2014 He'd never called himself a Saint. Not once since he'd come here had he commanded people to recognize his station in the House of the Lord. He'd neither lifted a beloved cross to his lips and whispered words of prayer nor even taken it upon himself to hear a confession. No, the demon disguised in human flesh hadn't seen him do one thing as a man of the cloth. He merely wore the clothes and pretended to be of a higher place. Had the phrase about the man being here all along somehow been truthful? The mockery that stared down upon him in suffocating waves certainly made it appear as though Aden had been watched more in private, than in his usual public display. In private he knelt on the cold floor so often his knee's held a tinge of purple from the battering of the skin and pressure in such a subjecting form. Tears he'd shed for forgiveness were endless in the hours of sleep which most people submitted too- but not him. No, sleep brought nightmares. Reminders of the Sins he'd committed beneath the lecherous and hungry bodies of his past Masters. The word made him both tremble and feel the stomach acid churn deep inside; waiting for a chance to burn it's way out. In public he remained quiet and helpful. Behind closed doors he was a complete storm of emotion. Like two sides to the common coin; his life was black and white. Saint he was not, but faith still clung to him like the overly sweet battering of a cheap perfume. Each word felt taken from him; stolen as though bits of his soul were being pulled through the mans grinning tiers. His own lips were moist from the self-biting; small dents from his pearl teeth lining the bottom curve. Aden cast glances towards his arms, both watching and silently begging the hands to release him. Struggling has only brought pain, and pain was all too familiar. Pain brought out exactly what he wished to bury away and cast away. He could not allow that past life to resurface. And as much as he pleaded to the many stained glass windows depicting his Savior and Lord; he felt as usual- abandoned. Foolish man that he was. How can one have faith and yet have so little hope? "Dignity?" His voice seemed to waver on this word. What dignity? Pride perhaps? No, he was merely stubborn. He'd lost his dignity long ago with each thrust of pleasure. Had it been pleasure? No, no, not that. Oh dear God.. even now he could not possibly deny it. As Zheil ground himself against Aden, he bit down into his lip again; muffling the sound that tried valiantly to escape. He closed his eyes, no longer able to take in the overbearing stare that had not once left his body in anyway. His hands freed from their captor struggled, his knuckles brushing something firm just behind his head. His head tipped back exposing the line of his throat beneath the white of his collar. The large crucifix topped with a thorny crown loomed down over him, oddly empty of the man who'd hung upon it. Zheil's words sunk into him like the nails that held the savior to that very burden he'd carried. "My God.. ," he swallowed, his nails scraping over the aged wood, "is testing me." The sound of cloth ripping was extremely loud to him. His thighs tensed and shifted as if trying to move closer together. But the large body between would not allow this attempt. The next phrase tore a groan from deep within, the pressure against his groin partnered with the dance of hands over his bare skin was slowly easing his mind into a panic. "Where.. is he.. I.. I cannot-" Adens head shook side to side as if denying what he truly wished to say; amber tendrils licking against his features. "S-stop asking so many questions. Were you not here to confess something?!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted August 19, 2014 Author Share Posted August 19, 2014 Skin to skin, he slid his hand against the smoothness of this heated thigh. It trembled beneath his touch, confused whether to shudder from the terror or to anticipate. Zheil's gaze dropped down, following the rustles of the torn clothe. A small beam on lips, he seemed to stir the other down. The purity in this church, it just became like any other dirt room. Godly or ungodly, it didn't matter once it came to true nature, the raw instinct of animal. The tall male felt the attempt of legs to close, but fruitless. The position was just as helpless as when Christ was once crucified. And of course the ungodly showed his hypocrisy with a delay not, the dark haired male glanced under his black and sharp brows, the eyes were judging not but yet somehow filled with discontent. My God.. A cry from the wood, the scratch was a yell for help. is testing me. And then again, legs tried to refuse the body between them, like seeking for hope in a hopeless place. More likely, seeking for hope in the claws of the devil. His black lagoons intensely punished the other with a stare. He drew the face of Aden in his mind, over and over again. Each frown, each gasp and each curve of pain. The messy image of a mortal. Where.. is he.. I.. I cannot- Zheil's expressionless face in spite of its beauty was just like belonging to a dead soul. His fingertips traced to side, reaching the inner thigh but then a question tripped his attempt to tear off the other part of the robe. S-stop asking so many questions. Were you not here to confess something?! His lips parted, dropping his cockiness for a brief. Was it a bull's eye or the other's stubbornness ticked him off? Whatever it was, the darkness within his soul was too great to even seek forgiveness. And he knew it, in fact, he had already accepted it. The almost mute chuckle escaped his lips, - Confess...yes, of course. - said he just like a sarcastic remark. With a lean down, supporting his weight on one arm against the alter right near Aden's head, the other hand abruptly tugged the rest of the robe. It wasn't fully removed but at least left the male with his privates exposed. - I ... - Zheil's face disappeared from the other male's vision for he leaned enough to reach an ear, the voice dropped to the level of pits of abyss, -...came to strip you off of your God. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted August 19, 2014 Share Posted August 19, 2014 Yes, he'd thought the man had wished a confession. Isn't that what he'd said after all? The word-play between them somehow was twisted and confusing. His trim and kept nails screeched softly across the wood of the cross; pads tracing the worn material. He winced finding a spot where the wood had splintered from time; a shard embedding itself in his fingertip as another gift from the no-show Lord. His eyes blurred with the beginnings of tears. Tears that would not pool over just yet, only leaving those pale blue eyes twinkling among the candle-lit room. The heat between their bodies had intensified making Aden's discomfort go from frightened to a notch higher- the first stirs of something all too familiar. His words could lie; but his body was honest in it's beginnings of arousal. Like a instrument slowly warming up to the hands that grasped and teased the strings; this man would no doubt sing beautifully with more attention. He'd been so sure his heart might burst from the tension. The thump was no longer rapid and uncomfortable; no it was truly painful in his chest. Would it be possible to kill a man just by anticipation and fear alone? More cloth rustled against his thigh, his bronzed skin making a larger appearance as the man leaned down to him. The words that he received hotly against his ear tore a gasp from his lips, both hands leaving the position above to suddenly reach out and push at the shoulders above him. "N-no! You are mad," he exclaimed shaken, "this is not confession but a threat!" He struggled then, as if the words had shook him deeply and the dire state he was in was finally showing its true colors. But the tearing of material had him not only concerned but cornered- like a small animal tucked in a corner looking upon a much larger beast. Despite all this, his groin and thighs now were left tauntingly bare; his member half swelled gave way to not only fear but the undeniable lewdness his body contained. Exposed he burned in shame, the soft pink coloring against his most private parts showing just where his pounding blood had pumped the reserves. "Why me?" He cried out, his head attempting to loll to the side as if retreating from the lips that had whispered threat against his ear. "Is there some sadist inside that makes you wish to break another? You do not have Faith of your own so you wish to rip it from all others?" His voice was not strong, in fact it tumbled out a touch breathless; but he was shaken up. Rightfully so. One hand that pushed at a shoulder attempted to slip down to cover his exposed organ; fruitless as it was. "I only wished to change," he said, his fingers brushing his own half-hard length, "isn't that what people do in times of need? Release me." The last words were more a plea than command. Who was he to command this man who did as he wished and would most likely continue to do so? "I do not wish to be broken... to stray, not again, please." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted August 23, 2014 Author Share Posted August 23, 2014 Every now and then he couldn't ignore the shaken order of his exhales. Zheil felt the hot air caress his neck skin for he was still in too close. N-no! You are mad...this is not confession but a threat! A slide weaker than even a butterfly-touch but more terrifying than the worst crime committed ever. His palm barely touched Aden's exposed inner thigh, slipping under to end on the knee cap's back side. With a gentle push he bent the leg against the male's body, having him in a very suggesting pose. Each next movement called for the wrong, each next breath called for the right. Zheil grinned and glanced with his glacial blackness to side, eying the male. - Not at all, Father. A statement filled with sincerity is one of the most purest forms of confession. He made a brief take-in for air then chuckled sickly, - Say, Father. Can you feel my sincerity, for God was unable to. - the male brushed his hips forth, obviously as hard as the male beneath. But even so he didn't stop grinding himself against the body, exciting somewhat both of them with the "clothed" thrusts. A few other words pushed pass through Aden's lips, but the dark soul never listened to them. He wasn't of the type to pay attention to what was of no importance. More likely, he was the type that paid attention to all that had its price. And Aden's words were empty, they felt empty. He knew the other just threw the veil of illusion even over his own true self. The black chain around Zheil's neck slipped against his neck. The necklace was hidden under his blackcurrant blouse that hid the beginning of his neck. But even so, his firm and strong body was curved under the fabric of clothe. Even though elegant enough to pass for a business meeting, his clothes gave away the break-free sense of fashion. The drawn under the fabric collarbones giving the beginning of his firm chest down to his abdomen which curved a six-pack line every time he moved now and then. Despite his neat look, the small black and oval bean earring sparkled when the light of the candles around the church hit into the black diamond. All of a sudden his long, black coat got messy by Aden's push, but followed by the lift of torso Zheil did. I only wished to change,isn't that what people do in times of need? Release me. I do not wish to be broken... to stray, not again, please. With his palm still holding the leg, he moved his other one to force the hand hiding the truth. With ease Zheil exposed the hardening organ and moved his gaze upwards the body until their eyes met once again, - 's that so, Father? Do you think if I release you, you can get free? You're built to fall. Was it violence or lust, one could easily confuse them sometimes, but the tightened grip around the male's leg gave away Zheil's mood - the man wasn't playing around but of all things, something annoyed him. - Stray, you say... - his grip loosened but the hand moved up, hovering over Aden's chest before it found its thumb brushing against Aden's lips, - Why you humans always treat the wrong with right and the right with wrong? A faint curve decorated his eyebrows, they locked in a frown. His words sounded more like a bitter experience than a rhetorical question. His fingertip broke pass the lips, forcing the mouth open. Even if he was bitten, for the teeth threatened his skin, he kept forcing the thumb into Aden's mouth. - It's true God won't favor the sinner, but do you know who else God forgives not, Father? - was it another mock or the truth in its most ugliest form? . . . - Falsifiers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted August 23, 2014 Share Posted August 23, 2014 A whisper of touch breezed along his thigh, dipping down to secure just beneath his slightly bent knee. If he hadn't been so busy worrying over his exposed privates he might have noticed the intention behind that hands movements. Not that there was anything he could do to stop it. With barely any force the male lifted his leg into position, as if they were in some sort of horizontal dance. The ease in which he was being moved was effortless and masterful. It scared the hell out of Aden. No partner had ever been so hauntingly erotic. No, they'd been like dogs in heat. Clumsy and panting. - Say, Father. Can you feel my sincerity, for God was unable to. - The first true intentional thrusts against him caused his whole being to shudder. His teeth clamped together cutting off the exhaled groan. The suggestive heat before was nothing compared to the friction of two groins rubbing together between a measly strip of lingering cloth. The hard lengths between them were throbbing and admittedly roused and ready for action. It was both painful and torture to simply feel that constant rubbing without so much as a single true touch. Had he actually thought that just now? His hand could barely continue covering the small space left. His words were not getting through. Nothing he said could possibly deter this creature, or so he was beginning to think. 's that so, Father? Do you think if I release you, you can get free? You're built to fall. His hand trembled as it was reluctantly pushed aside, exposing his erection. The exposure even more mortifying by the clear tear that weeped atop it's crown, moist and inviting. The grip on his leg tightened suddenly, a warning that things were escalating higher. And he had the slightest inclination he'd made the man mad, or agitated. His hand, though moved, bumped gently against the solid pulsing length beneath the mans clothes and his heart nearly burst in error. - Stray, you say... [/Quote] Aden's slick lips thinned the slightest against the thumb that presses against them. Wasn't it said an angel touched that place which created the dip in it's smooth path? Why on earth was that coming to his thoughts now? His liquor stained eyes came back to meet the other depthless pair, searching quietly. - Why you humans always treat the wrong with right and the right with wrong? Why indeed? But who was he to say what is right or wrong? What is up or down. What is reality or fantasy? It was complicated. There was an argument to all things. This somewhat roused anger in him. "Humans?" His brow hitched a notch higher in question. "You imply you are of another thing entirely." He'd sensed it. From the moment this man had come to him without so much as a single warning. He'd had about enough of this. It's true God won't favor the sinner, but do you know who else God forgives not, Father? . . . - Falsifiers The digit was persistent and broke the seal, sliding past Aden's lips to enter the moist warmth of his mouth. He allowed it passage, for one reason. That reason was to clamp his teeth down on the intruding appendage, and he did so. His tongue having little room to move within was left coiling at the roof of his mouth. He ground his teeth down, using his hand between their bodies to suddenly grab the mans hard flesh, squeezing the thing that had been thrusting against him without a smidgeon of permission or respect. He'd gotten angry. Somewhere between feeling helpless and terrified a switch had flicked on. His fingers ground into the mans privates like his life depended on it. His voice hissed out angrily which also released the bitten digit. "For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins." He defiantly spat up towards the mans face. "Or as I like to say: You want to remember that while you're judging the book, the book is also judging you." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted August 23, 2014 Author Share Posted August 23, 2014 Humans? ...You imply you are of another thing entirely.. Just before he silenced the male he sensed the raging emotions upon his heart. Did he hit a sore spot? Or maybe the other cursed his own race and for being such? Maybe it had nothing to do with being 'human' but actually for being 'different than the rest'. ...Maybe. With his eyelids eased, his gaze feasted over the erotic body that tensed to fight the finger but then again, a snap. Zheil's skin broke and the warm crimson liquid poured into Aden's mouth, escaping his lip corners. The perfect lines of his face didn't scowl because of a small cut but because of the bold hand that grasped a rather 'sensitive' area. His palm slid against the smooth skin of the leg up to the alter to guide himself up, torso bent once again. That hurt more than being stabbed in the shoulder, he thought. As he lowered his chin, completely mute to the pain but yet obviously sweating under the beautiful silky strands of hair, he felt the jaw releasing his thumb at least. His chin rose a bit, the level of their eyes matched as the other spoke in a very angry manner, but yet he became the "saint" once again, For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. His dark eyes somehow either illuminated by the candles light or for whatever other reason got their pupils line dilated and defined off their dark almost overlaying colour. The male beneath not only rubbed his belief and will in Zheil's face, but literally spat it with bloody promise of Christ believer. The blood mixed with saliva slid slowly and caressed Zheils' cheek down to his chin. That was something he foresaw, but not completely. The pain got him back into reality, his dark brows furrowed again and he stared at the male beneath, Or as I like to say: You want to remember that while you're judging the book, the book is also judging you. Why, he didn't know. How, he didn't know this either. He could break the male's hand easily, but he didn't. He could kill him with a single swing of hand, but he didn't. For Hell's sake, he just stood there silently and listened to that anger. When he had so many things to say and to oppose the so said belief, Zheil just plainly cracked a smile through the painful frown on his doll features. - Judging is what you do best, Father. You..judge yourself..most severely. - his bitten hand moved down between their bodies to reach for the male's wrist. It took only a strong press against a spot near the male's thumb base to have the hand open automatically, - But... - with a break to adjust his disturbed voice, thanks to someone, he chuckled, -...you can't really forgive until you forgive yourself. The following movements were too quick to follow, he made a pull for the wrist to have the other get off the alter and then again threw him to side, down onto the floor just before the cross. His excitement wasn't numbed but rather on stand-by due to the pain. And if the other thought he could catch up to get and run for dear life, the foot that crashed against his stomach proved wrong. Zheil stood tall and kept the male firmly glued to the cold floor. His head averted to side, obviously staring at the cross on his left. His silent eyes screamed the most. The red drop that rolled off Zheil's thumb and smashed into Aden's skin got the male's attention. He wordlessly looked down to Aden, removing his foot; and leaned forth to reach with hand for the male's hair. The silky pattern was just like caressing the palm of Zheil, but despite it, he harshly tugged to have the other move on knees. - Say, this is just like praying to your God, isn't it? - he grinned with his twisted way of putting words together, obviously playing his gusto by himself; his other hand though reached for his pants zip to slice the silence with a simple motion that showed no prayer-time, rather the opposite. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted August 23, 2014 Share Posted August 23, 2014 Crimson dripped from his lips. A single smear of the dark liquid covered his lower tier from when the finger had been released and drug out of it's short-lived prison. He'd actually spit in the mans face. Spit! The fact he'd gotten so angry to do that was still not registering. The beautiful features of the male above him stained in likewise and much wetter red; the sight of pinkish saliva dribbling down was lucrative. The thing that did, however register, was the fact that though his hand squeezed the most precious parts below- he'd yet to make any sort of action to rectify it. No, nothing but a mere lift of his torso. He merely stood calm, staring with those bottomless eyes that again felt as if they were sucking the very soul out of their prey. His hand trembled; which was most certainly felt. The candlelit room played tricks of shadows and light, the coloring of the pupils that looked down upon him were shifting and changing. No, it wasn't exactly the coloring but the expansion of said pools, adjusting. Aden sucked in a breath, his anger still hovering close to the surface. His hand was beginning to ache from it's vice-like grip. This had to hurt him. It -had- too. How could it not? Why wasn't he reacting. It was all so infuriating. The smile that was rewarded to him at least sent chills like ice racing down his spine; he actually arched involuntarily. The bastard smiles when in this position? What madness is this?! Was -that- the reaction he'd been waiting for? No, this was an insult to his efforts. - Judge is what you do best, Father. You..judge yourself..most severely. - - But... - -...you can't really forgive until you forgive yourself. - Oh yes, Zheil hit a sore spot, on many levels. Just a reminder that he was broken and obviously was preaching to the wrong choir. Like knives each word hit his own being, leaving chinks in what little armor was left. It hurt. Perhaps his mouth really did lead him to trouble. Perhaps if he stayed completely quiet the other would think him no longer amusing and leave him for a far more suiting bit of entertainment. Damn it all- but he was still aggravatingly mad. Aden struggled against his hand being removed from the mans precious parts, but the spot hit near his thumb was powerfully painful. As soon as his grip released he found himself lifted away from the alter and thrown to the cold floor. "W-wahh!" A surprised yelp jumped out, his voice cracking. The action had been so strikingly fast his mind was still catching up. His hands slapped against the floor attempting to keep his skull from kissing the tile. He could feel something cold and moist smear beneath his exposed thighs. Looking down the remnants of the communion wine licked sweetly at his flesh from where it had pooled from the chalice. Escape. That thought blurred out the rest. But the wine of all things made him slide when he tried to move. And that was perfect timing for the mans foot to plant itself dead-center into his stomach. The breath rushed out of his lungs for the second time that night. His head lolled off to the side as he coughed, feeling the sting of bile at the back of his throat. If he had actually eaten anything more than the body of christ that evening, he might have lost his stomach's contents completely. Panting to regain his breath he peered to the side, tired amber eyes catching the red drops moments before they plopped onto his skin below. "No more-", he attempted a retort as the foot fell away and the hand that seemed so far away reached for his head. His hair was seized tight and he struggled to follow as he was yanked up not moments after being tossed like some human rag-doll. His knee's hit heavily on the hard floor which made him wince and grind his teeth. - Say, this is just like praying to your God, isn't it? - Aden's eyes dropped to the sound that split the silence. He shook his head causing a few strands to be pulled from his head from how tight they'd been secured in the mans hand. He could feel pressure all around him. Invisible eyes peering down at him from all angles of the church. The images in the windows seemed as if they were watching the whole scene; waiting for him to be consumed. His pink tongue slicked over his lips, feeling his mouth both water and yet somehow feel oddly dry. The anger he still felt was slowly sinking, being eaten by the initial fear of being taken back to his past life. And with the fear, came the awaiting hunger. The need that slept beneath it all, stirred by the promise of pain and decadence. The man that slept inside would surely awaken anew. Words failed him at the thought of releasing that one Sin alone. In fact he'd become very eerily quiet since he'd met the floor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted September 5, 2014 Author Share Posted September 5, 2014 The dark blackcurrant orbs kept staring down at the falling apart soul, that knelt before the mercy of Zheil. Somehow it aroused the tall man even more, watching the pants escape these fine lips. Zheil eased his eyelids, reaching his wounded hand to caress the male's bottom lip; the warm blood still freshly running from the bitten marks smudged the crimson color against the pale pink lip. It wasn't he didn't 'learn his lesson' from the first time, he just never submitted to the thought that Aden was of a threat - rather he was one of a treat. With a faint bend, his lips formed a plain grin as his thumb rolled down the chin, to support the jaw with the other fingers and 'squeeze' it forcefully open. - How many times you did it, Father? - the dullness and visible death within his gaze when he asked the question crawled up and overtook the silence. His thumb nail slightly dug into the skin, - I suppose you don't need me to guide you what to do, do you? - a reminder was the tightening grip around Aden's hair strands, causing the head tilt back even more. This fine line that followed the jawline with a slight glow from the weak shaky dance of candle flames around them reached down to the male's Adam's Apple. With a shameless-to-display-manner, Zheil followed each curve, down to the male's crotch. With a shift he moved his foot down between Aden's legs, pressing it cautiously, - And I wouldn't advice you to bite on this part of my body, Father. - he chuckled poisonously, it wasn't even a sign he made a joke. And he bet the other didn't need it worded - what would happen to his precious privates, if would he dare to bite Zheil. With an abrupt pull, he suddenly shortened the distance to have Aden's face right before his exposed length. It was already hard, the veins forming the vivid lines to embrace the organ up to the very 'angered' pink color of the tip. The male was from the type that would make you glance twice for his beauty but also make you want to sin for his deceptive eyes; it wasn't really surprising that he kept a pretty neat hygiene, which made him wonder... if he wanted to torture the other - he had to to make it more unpleasant to Aden's senses. But they had time, Zheil thought. - I am not really patient in this kind of situations, Father... A clear warning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted September 5, 2014 Share Posted September 5, 2014 Aden felt a cold chill lick down the length of his spine. His breath panted out in small bits, uneven and warm as they breached his moist lips. The caress of Zheil's fingertips against them only made his features conform into an expression of both awareness and pain. It was not physical pain that assaulted him at this point, but mental. Eyes that matched glaciers natural beauty stared unabashedly at the member protruding not so far from his level of sight. His teeth chattered once, softly grazing the digits that played with his mouth before they slid away furthering their journey downwards. His gaze rose to find a grin waiting for him. His heart leapt within the confines of his chest as the hand danced down over his chin. His jaw having been lax tensed, and the force in which those powerful fingers dug into his jaw brought an ache to his very marrow. He trembled as his lips parted on what could have been a whimper; though so soft it would be hard to identify. How many times you did it, Father? - "I don't.. know," he admitted softly. How many? He couldn't possibly count the many times this very scenario had played out in his life. It was so painfully real he could conjure up a reel of film within his mind; playing back the many times men had violated the sanctuary of his mouth and further still to his very throat. Objects for pleasure, body appendages, drugs and alcohol all had passed the seal of his lips. His eyes misted in a teary sheen as voices whispered quietly against his ears. ~Yes, how many little lamb? Look what your struggles have produced, poor thing. Not admitting your desires, well, you should have known better. There was a time you were beautiful when immersed in the debauchery. It was merely a form of love, was it not? Let go, you'll feel complete....whole.~ - I suppose you don't need me to guide you what to do, do you? - "Ngh," a distressed sound reached his throat, his eyes widened. He hadn't heard those whispers in so long. Each one different, as though a group of imps played games inside his mind. He felt his reality may just snap. Hadn't it already? This frighteningly commanding creature in front of him only strengthened that thought. Aden swallowed audibly, the smooth line of his throat displayed cleanly beneath the candles soft caress. His adam's apple bobbed with the consumption of saliva which seemed to be somehow multiplying in his mouth; as if he might drool lewdly any moment. - And I wouldn't advice you to bite on this part of my body, Father. - The grip in his hair occasionally broke his focus, his eyes sweeping up then down between Zheil's gaze and the impressively veined length taunting from a mere breath away; having been pushed closer. His breath washed over the throbbing organ again and again. He could smell the aroma of the male's natural scent. "I ..don't want this," he whispered even while his jaw was being held, trying to deny with what little pride remained. This was not about God. This was strictly human emotion struggling to accept the current circumstances. - I am not really patient in this kind of situations, Father... The words struck fear inside him, despite all his reasoning. Tears spilled at last, glimmering against flushed cheeks. His head throbbed where his hair was held so tight it felt as though a vice were present. His eyes closed as if to close off things around him. Wet lips found themselves brushing the helmeted flesh of the male's proud organ; the skin so hot he thought it may sear his mouth from contact. His pink tongue cautiously extended and provided a moist altar for the crown to rest; saliva escaping to drop from the point of contact to the floor between his knee's. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted October 2, 2014 Author Share Posted October 2, 2014 Notwithstanding his refusal to pleasure, the male rather than forced put up a pretend to chase any lustful thoughts off that were to take place within his core; but the demonic soul knew very well one's true dark crepuscle*. *the beginning of nightfall Once the tongue swept damply across the man's glans, Zheil eased his eyes focused onto the fragile shoulders that gave a shudder or two every now and then. With a brief loose of his grip he re-adjusted his warm palm behind the male's head, to push him forth for a sudden probe into the very pit of his juicy throat. The sensation of different patterns wrapped around the male's cock, buried deep into Aden's mouth, it felt 'just like Heaven'. The very thought of it made him grin - was that Heaven about? If so, he would awfully regret for being uninvited in the so called peace-land. With a slight tilt of head, he watched the male gag onto his organ and just when the naturally born by reflex tears rolled off Aden's chin , he pulled back to allow air refill the male's lungs. - Heh, 'so good that it made you cry, Father? - he mocked on shamelessly, his free hand reached down to caress the priest's abused, wet lips. Thumb probed inside to play with the warm muscle, while his foot abruptly gave a nudge between Aden's legs. A mute scream felt in his stomach, Zheil frowned lightly. It was just like an insanity scratching the very roof of his sane skull, the very darkening shade of his eyes gave away the mood shift. His hand retreated from the male's mouth to have it replaced once again with the hot organ. However, his hips moved not. - Take it in, to the very base, Father. - his eyes met the other's with a confident, monstrous intention to humiliate and violate the very soul of Aden. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted October 2, 2014 Share Posted October 2, 2014 The very last thing the priest had expected was having his throat plugged on the very first penetration. To be teased, yes, but to feel the bulbous crown dip back past his uvula brought a strangled sound from deep in his throat. The sound of course had been cut off; just like the air once the tight passage was blocked. Blues widened, the sheen of tears allowed a few streams to trickle down over his cheeks as lids fell shut briefly. His whole body tensed, which in turn had those taunt little throat muscles flexing and squeezing around Zheil's organ in a pleasant welcome. His stomach rolled once in warning to the sudden onslaught and he instinctively tried to pull away. Luckily this was allowed and the male gasped as the seal to his throat was released. - Heh, 'so good that it made you cry, Father? - Saliva dripped from his mouth as he gathered a fresh bout of fresh air, his cheeks flushed and his tongue moist and warm as it rolled between the man's playing digits. Aden groaned, coughing awkwardly a few times as a foot pressed between his thighs, taunting his naked arousal. He didn't answer the question, seeing it was nothing but a taunt to further his humiliation. - Take it in, to the very base, Father.- He'd had ample time to take in fresh breath to his lungs before the male's organ against broke the seal of his lips, but went no further this time. The command given made his body tremble, fresh tears building as he widened his lips and cautiously took Zheil again into the confines of his slippery mouth. His throat was tender from the first plunder, but he knew refusing would be unwise. Meanwhile his cock seeped a few indecent drops of clear liquid from it's tip, the hard member trembling from being taunted. -Take him in, show him how you make people feel good. This is nothing for a needy man like you, right Aden? All of it, that's the way. Tastes good doesn't it?- The damn voices were there again which brought out a muffled sob of frustration from the depths of Aden's throat before he practically impaled himself onto the male's erection. His tongue trembled beneath as he pushed the thickness back into his tiny throat, sealing the airway. Those fresh tears fell, and he eased his lips to the base; his throat providing a very hot and tight sheath which occasionally fisted around the man with the need for air to pass but not being able. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted October 3, 2014 Author Share Posted October 3, 2014 The faint light from the candles in the church threw their layers of shading over the beautiful figure of the males; Zheil watched carefully the lines of the male's cheekbones, the slight frowns given away now and then between his brows, and of course the stretch of these tempting lips. The hand that was a minute ago in the male's mouth reached smoothly down to guide the chin faintly up, to change the angle of the thrust he was about to do into the back of Aden's throat. His dark eyes slid close, as his senses sank into the damp softness in the other male's mouth. With a slight pull he move his hips to have his organ disturb every taste sensor of Aden on its retreating way back. And once the glans rubbed the tongue's surface, he rammed back into the heated up airway. Shallow thrusts followed between the intervals of breaks he gave to the young male to adjust his lungs whenever he went overboard with the gagging. Although he enjoyed the natural watering of mouth once he did so, which led him to another long and sharp angle thrust, as if straight into the tonsils to have them jabbed. The sensation was more than good, which got his abdomen tense muscles, the grip of his hand around the silky hair tightened - how hard he was trying to not fill the male's entryway. Zheil's eyelids opened to stare briefly at the disgraced figure of Aden, yet he caught the excitement between his legs. A stretch of lips, he pulled his cock fully but still resting the reddened tip against the male's bottom lip. - Who would have imagined that Father likes to have his tonsils fucked. - the calmness in his voice supported the humiliating statement, and even more the brush of his cock against the male's lips proved so. His grip pulled the male up on feet, just to force him turn around and get his back glued to Zheil's. The raging organ was delicately rubbing against Aden's exposed derriere. - Say Father, how many you took in here? - lips were on Aden's ear level, as the hands were readjusted to his body, one roaming down to the male's thigh and the other up against chest to keep him disturbingly close. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted October 3, 2014 Share Posted October 3, 2014 Aden's face tipped up further with help from a guiding hand propped beneath his chin. Amber tendrils which had fallen to shade his eyes from view tumbled back again; leaving the tear streaked gaze clear of obstruction. He watched through a slightly misted blur as the demon's eyes fell closed briefly, as if the feeling of being buried in the male's throat brought some unspoken pleasure. The feeling of slowly being suffocated from within was something he could never get used too. Not even after the dozens of times he'd committed this lewd act in the past. One moment he was gasping for air, trying not to swallow the pool of saliva that always multiplied in his mouth which each onslaught to his throat. Next he was impaled and strangled, his throat being painfully stretched while his tongue desperately lapped at the foreign object. Saliva dripped from his lips making a small moist trail on his thigh and floor. At some point he didn't know whether it was Zheil who was thrusting into his mouth continuously or him who leaned forward, seeking out the hard defilement of the veined member. It was so very hot. His body felt as though the very blood within was somehow rising in temperature. He was surprised beads of sweat had yet to seep from his skin to escape the blaze within. At some point his hands had risen to rest on either side of the male's lower thighs, trying to hold some form of leverage to the rhythmic thrusts. By the time the organ retreated and lay resting on his lower lip, shaken breath washed over Zheil's tip in shattered bits. Aden's chest rose and fell and for some reason his pert little nipples ached; standing out like hard little pink pebbles. - Who would have imagined that Father likes to have his tonsils fucked. - Aden swallowed, licking his lips which in turn passed his moist tongue over the demon's evasive tip. He didn't speak, but then his gaze spoke for him as they adverted from the demeaning statement. Aden grunted softly as he was pulled from his sore knee's to stand, a glint near his collarbone showed a small cross of silver dangling from it's owner's neck. It was small, so perhaps it had not been seen before. Being turned his smaller form melded easily against Zheil's and he trembled to the voice against his ear. - Say Father, how many you took in here? - But he not only trembled for the voice, but for the slippery organ brushing against his bottom. His eyes fell shut and he made a sound that might have been a whimper, or was that some form of a moan? The hands traveling over his skin brought gooseflesh rising in their wake and his hands felt empty, not knowing what to do with themselves. "I know not the number," he whispered hoarsely, his throat still raw. His other hand brushed his own standing organ, wincing slightly. It was painful, the pressure and the need for something unspoken. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted October 4, 2014 Author Share Posted October 4, 2014 I know not the number The words were torn off the male's sore throat, in fact they were barely audible. Zheil didn't need though to try hear them, he already knew - after all, the other was so willing to take it deep, to feel his empty shell left with no trace of soul filled back. Humans, they always bathed in lust. With a faint chuckle, his gaze dropped to eye the reach of Aden's hand stroking the tortured organ. So instead of begging, he preferred much more the silent attitude. But that wasn't what Zheil wanted, not now at least. His hand shifted from the thigh to the male's front down, slender fingers capturing the eager palm. It was one of these mute commands of 'no'. And broken rules had their consequences, didn't they? Yet another rustle, he moved the hand behind the male's back, pinning it with his one against the mid spine-line. A knee came forth to nudge a bit wider the legs, as his free hand brushed against the chest upwards to the neck. With a gentle grip he gradually started tightening the grasp, cutting little by little the male's ability to breathe. Even so, the grinding hips never stopped moving against Aden. The skin contact briefly left the priest's cheek when Zheil moved his chin away to angle his lips and sink his pearl white, fang-like teeth into the male's nape. The scent of human flesh drove him to his limits, in fact he was long beyond his limits. He wanted to tear him raw, to have all left of Aden in his palm and that stained heart of his - mostly it. Locked in a deadly embrace and nowhere to run, Zheil had Aden in the devil's embrace. Once the iron taste touched his tongue and crimson escaped his lip corners, the man slid his palm away from the neck. He almost forgot he had the other on breathe-control, but so did he enjoy the human struggling for life and yet begging for the deadly sin - Lust. With another nudge he put an inch distance between them, separating lips from the running red spot, the hand already finding place down behind, cupping a fine butt-cheek for a squeeze. - Voice your sin, Father. Ask for it, here and now, before your very God. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
|WW| Posted October 4, 2014 Share Posted October 4, 2014 He hadn't been stroking anything; though it had come briefly to mind. His hand had merely covered the hard and pained erection, almost guarding the organ in some small way. When Zheil captured his hand, his fingers trembled and squeezed the hand in return; as if being told how to handle his own body wasn't needed or wanted. Rules or no, he wasn't broken just yet. He struggled as his arm was drawn behind his back, his bicep flexing tensely as he felt a small pain in his shoulder from the angle of restriction. His legs spread a touch easier than the ordeal of securing his arm, and his chin dropped to smack against the hand that slithered up to coil around his throat. He was trying to slow it down, still stubborn despite the fact his body displayed the perfect canvas for indecent acts. He gasped feeling the hand take hold and slowly constrict, again his throat being the source for slow torture. First the demon's cock within, then choking him outside as well. He let out a hiss before the air flow was completely unable to pass his lips. His free hand raised to try and pick at the captor's hand, but when hot breath turned into a painful bite the cry he would have let lose was strangled in the depths of his throat. His hand shot back over his shoulder, trying to grab at the male's head, hair, ear, anything he could get ahold of. His eyes squeezed shut and his face showed the blanket of pain and fresh tears from the lack of oxygen. He could feel something horribly warm coating the nape of his neck where teeth and lips were locked onto his flesh; the faintest scent of something metallic. Blood. His blood. He shuddered deeply while his vision began to blur. He needed to breathe soon or he'd faint. Spit dripped from his lower lip as his tongue rolled within it's moist confines. Was he going to die now? Was he going to be killed just like this? Fed on and his life snuffed like one of the candles flames within the room? Perhaps that would have been too much to ask; peaceful compared to other possible endings. Just when he thought he'd been granted a way out, the hand released it's grasp and the air rushed back into his lungs like fire. He gasped and coughed, shaking his head from side to side against the spinning of the room. When his buttocks was fondled and groped he hissed out, the action immediately regretted as it hurt to even breath normally. This demon was mad. And yet so was he somehow, his body was still in a supreme state of arousal. - Voice your sin, Father. Ask for it, here and now, before your very God. "I will not. I ask for nothing," he hoarsely replied, refusing to admit aloud his predicament. "Nothing!" He finally cried out, his brittle voice echoing loudly in the room built for choir. "If you want something, why don't -you- ask God for it." He spat back, though there wasn't much venom in his words; he resembled a dog with it's tail between it's legs if anything. He coughed again, the words having torn past his already sore throat making things more difficult. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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