Page 128 of Monstrous Travels as Wicked as Sin

It wasn’t right.

Not yet.

Joe threaded his fingers into Percy’s hair and made a slow fist. He pulled firmly, but in no rush. Percy fought him, and Joe tightened that grip, pulling, pulling at the thick hair, while Percy’s head tilted, while the muscles in his neck resisted, but Joe didn’t relent. And that wasn’t easy, because Percy was a masterful cocksucker. And how Joe wanted to come—fill his mouth to the brim—make him drink his cum down right then and there.

His whole body racked with the closeness of his orgasm, Joe forced Percy from his dick, love-drunk, sex-drunk, blue eyes staring up at him.

“Rise.” Joe pulled, Percy rose, a mass of half-naked muscle at his beck and call. Joe forced Percy’s mouth to his with the one hand, loosed his pants with the other, and let them drop, turningPercy, shoving him backwards, kissing, stumbling, until he hit that low, flat altar, where Joe took a hand to Percy’s chin and held him, looking hotly into his eyes.

He didn’t need to say a word. Percy wouldn't have moved for all the world. He was caught on the edge of stopping Joe, asking him, really, is this what he wanted? But he was in too deep. He was drowning in pleasure, and blood, and dark, magical energy pulsing through his veins, and he only waited, following Joe’s lead with bated breath.

Joe leaned past him, reaching around the edge of the wooden pulpit that stood by the altar. How the fuck he knew it was there, Percy didn’t think to ask, because the golden sunlight hit a small glass jug of anointing oil, lighting it up like a city of lost gold.

He tilted the bottle, and a trickle of oil ran down Percy’s chest, and more and more, as Joe let it pour. The scent of cinnamon and myrrh flooded Percy’s senses as the oil heated on his hot skin, then Joe took the pour into the palm of his hand, set the bottle down, and slathered his precious dick.

Percy’s shock at the act cannot be understated. He was lost in the sight of Joe’s big hand on his big cock, oily, glistening, glorious, and he only snapped to when Joe’s hand slapped down on Percy’s ass, the sound ricocheting off the walls. He shoved him around, pushed him over, and Percy just had time to grasp the cool metal of the altar before a stream of oil ran down his back, before Joe’s fingers entered him, and curled.

“Jesus Christ!” Percy’s body shone with oil as he arched against the artful movement. Expert now, Joe knew how to get him off in seconds. He applied every facet of his hard-earned skill until Percy was a writhing mess on a pillar of sparkling copper, muscles quivering, begging Joe to fuck him.

Joe leaned a knee on the altar, his dick gliding over Percy’s ass, and how he wanted to slide in, enter him and fuck his hole just like that. But Percy, there on that gilt canvas, that face thatto this day outshone all others Joe had ever laid eyes on… That look on his face when Joe fucked him. He would not miss that.

Joe’s hand locked onto Percy’s neck. He wrenched him back up and around. His slick fingers took Percy by the thighs, digging into him, lifting him, and with the brute strength that had caught Percy from day one, that he’d come to worship, Joe lifted him, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and pulled him down onto his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Percy hadn’t been remotely prepared for the sudden, welcome incursion. Not mentally, at any rate. Joe settled him onto the altar, leaned forward to hold Percy to him, while Percy arched his hips, giving Joe full, delicious access. Joe thrust forward, slowly, forcing a cry from Percy that Joe felt in his heart.

“Christ, I love you,” Joe groaned against his neck.

“Forever,” Percy whispered on a trembling breath.

Joe’s eyes devoured Percy as his dick slid exquisitely into him. His hand was grasped, Joe’s fingers crushing his. Percy sucked air over his teeth against the pain of the delicious, determined hold. He raised his eyes to Joe’s, hot, possessive, about as sexy as anything Percy could ever have imagined.

It was one thing to be married. Quite another to have the man you love claim you as his own by fucking you on the altar of his religion right after illegally marrying you. It did things to Percy that Percy didn’t know could be done to him. His heart rate and temperature rose dangerously. His need for Joe overflowed to madness.

Joe’s fingernails dug into his shoulders, a bruising clasp of him while he fucked him, harder, harder, his back flexing, a groan on every breath, like Joe couldn’t ever get his fill. He kissed Percy, feasted on the glorious spectacle, his pupils blown with pleasure and blood and magic, Percy’s entire beingresponding to the sight and taste of him. And how he loved being fucked by his priest on that altar.

Joe reached for his dick, and Percy slapped his hand away, wrapping one around Joe’s firm ass, reaching his legs over his hips, pulling him in, willing him to come, to let it all go, every last bit right there at the head of the church.

Percy shifted his hips, forcing Joe’s pleasure, giving him no control as he tried to hold back, fucking him more brutally, powerfully, his ass so tight around Joe’s dick, until finally, with one enormous thrust that ripped a cry of pleasure from Percy, Joe let go, his orgasm filling Percy, his head falling on his shoulder, exactly where Percy loved it best, his body a trembling wreck.

Percy gave him precious seconds, time for the waves of ecstasy to roll through his limbs, for the tension to ease, for the shuddering to slow, and the briefest moment for Joe to look up with his smile, wide and loving, satisfied. Then Percy took a hold of his ass and wrenched him up onto the altar, spilling his cum beneath them. He lay back, head against cool metal, Joe’s knees pressed into it as he straddled Percy.

Oil, glistening in the sunlight, poured into his hand, dripped golden over Percy’s belly, and Joe slathered it over his dick, overwrought and begging for Joe’s ass. Percy ran his fingers through a swath of liquid, wrapped a hand around Joe’s neck, and pulled him down to his chest. Reaching fingers over his ass, Percy found his hole and sank in. Joe tried to work Percy’s dick at the same time, but soon found himself a mess on Percy’s chest, fingernails in his skin, sighing against his ear, Percy stretching him wider, finger-fucking him deeper, until he could barely take it anymore.

Percy’s strong hands lifted him, and Joe wrapped his hands around Percy’s ribs as he settled him. Joe rose up on his dick like an idol, covered in blood and anointing oil, his rib sliced,his side cut, his hair a glistening, thorny crown, tips sharp with blood and sweat, close to exhaustion but always fighting. A picture of all the things Percy loved about him. The place light and darkness met, the unerring bravery and beauty, the naked, gasping vulnerability of him in Percy’s arms, their wild devotion to one another.

Percy shifted his hips with one hand, the other feeling over his thigh, loving, savouring the sensation of his skin beneath his fingers, the sensation of him molten around Percy’s cock, the look of him taking it, loving it, not a shred of doubt or sadness in his decision. Rising up into the light, a rainbow of stained glass windows behind him, pure, heavenly, like he was straight out of some renaissance painting… Like he was…

The sexy Jesus.

Percy almost let go, almost came at the very thought of it—his own saviour, cut and broken, in an ecstasy on his dick, falling apart for him.

But Percy always demanded aesthetic perfection.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered.

Joe’s eyes opened slowly, hazily, upon Percy’s expectant, filthy half smile. Joe was spent, assuredly, but that dick fucking into his ass, that smile. He took his still-hard cock in hand as directed, slid lazy fingers down, smooth with oil, sending a new and welcome shot of fire through his body.

How the blue eyes gazed up at him, unguarded, dark against the shining altar, that unkempt hair thick, nearly black, his pomegranate lips setting hard about the white teeth with every stroke, every thrust, that he had begun to fight.

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