Page 27 of My Saintly Demon

“I’m not afraid, Dave. Quite the opposite.”

With the heel of my palm, I slide across the smooth surface. It’s cool to the touch and like a piece of river stone. Dave’s purr of pleasure makes my dick jump. It must be a direct line to his cock because each time I stroke his horn, he ruts against me.

“Stop.”

He whispers before bringing his mouth to mine in a fiery kiss. “This is about you. I like that too much.”

Shifting again, he smacks my ass, and the warm chuckle from earlier is replaced with a wicked tone.

“On your hands and knees, Chuck.” He draws out the k with a laugh.

In my want for him to get me off, I do as I’m told. Immediately.

Those too warm hands knead and pull at my cheeks and I groan with the sensation of his hot breath over my skin.

My entire body trembles and I squeeze my eyes shut. I know what’s coming and I’m about to start to beg for it if he doesn’t hurry. He must read my mind again, because he finally ends my suffering and buries his face between my cheeks.

Does his tongue grow like his horns? It’s like the whole thing is everywhere at once and filling me up at the same time. He pins me in place and doesn’t let up as I try to wriggle and writhe both away from him and to get closer. My cock is so hard it’s downright painful and I’m surfing the edge of the biggest orgasm of my life.

“Let me fucking come already.” I moan and collapse on my face since he has my hips in a death grip and I have no other choice.

The loss of his tongue from my ass draws a frustrated cry, but his mouth is underneath me seconds later as he positions me over his mouth again, this time engulfing my whole cock in a single swallow.

My voice freezes. Stuck in my throat because I can’t work my mouth to form words and my tongue is lax. My brain is offline. It’s all too damn good and in seconds I’m shooting down his throat with no warning.

Like an animal, I can’t stop and I’m thrusting myself forward into his mouth as he struggles to swallow everything. Cum trickles out the corners of his mouth and I can’t tear my gaze away from his. He’s just as gone as I am.

Reaching down, I grip one horn tightly and he gasps around my semi hard cock and juts his hips off the bed. Grinning at him, I shift my balance to both knees and pull his horns in long strokes, one in each hand. It’s like a tandem jerk off and oddly erotic as his eyes roll back in his head.

“Chuck…” His pants come faster and god I wish I could take his dick right now. Instead, I shimmy down so I can keep one hand on a horn, one on his dick. That seems to be the magic combination and I don’t get far before he’s spilling over my fist and reaching for me, dragging me up to his lips, still covered in my cum.

I’ve never shared such a dirty kiss and yet… It’s perfect. And my head spins again, trying to wrap my head around what just happened between us and what this all means. And is this my life now?

Dave rubs his nose next to mine.

“It will be clear in the morning, Chuck. Don’t let all the confusing stuff take away from what we just shared.”

Those flickering eyes bore into mine again.

“What is it we just shared?”

He takes a longer time to answer me as he gazes at me with something I can’t quite put a name to.

“Our souls.”

* * *

The moonlight comesthrough the window, bathing our bed in an ethereal glow. Dave snores softly with an arm draped over my hip and his feet tangled in mine.

After we cleaned up from the most mind blowing sex I’ve ever had, not that I have a lot to compare it to, but it was definitely unexpected. We both drifted off into a deep sleep, comfortably tangled up in each other.

I untangle myself from his grip and after rummaging through my pants pockets; I find what I want and slip out onto the small patio off our room. The moon provides enough light for me to find a lounge chair, and I make myself comfortable before sparking the lighter. Once the joint is lit, I settle back in the chair, content to have the cool evening air wash over my naked skin.

Nude moon bathing with a joint. If I had a bottle of gin, it would be perfect. But no sooner than the thought crosses my mind, it feels wrong. And for the first time since I started breaking my vows to the church, I feel guilty. The number one reason for leaving the way I did was I couldn’t hide myself anymore. I wanted to still do good and follow the principles of the bible because it’s still filled with valuable lessons, but I was tired of being so handcuffed and forced into a box.

This new found freedom to me has been exhilarating and terrifying. I’ve not just walked away. I’ve run naked and barefoot while throwing the bird over my shoulder. There’s no going back and I need to work out what it is I need or want next.

Leaning back, I stare at the moon as I puff out the smoke and let the fuzziest of buzzes settle into me. I’d never be able to do this at the rectory.

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