Page 16 of Unholy

“Already hard for me?” I ask, and where did that come from? That didn’t even sound like my voice. Am I being possessed? Not possible. Maybe I’m losing myself to the act. Maybe I don't care. I know I will earn forgiveness. My heart is pure even though my body and mind are not. My bodywill be cleansed after this, and God can take care of my mind.

“Yes, Father. So hard,” Killian moans, snapping me out of my thoughts. I pull his pants down, noting that he isn’t wearing underwear. Again. His erection springs free, and my fingers itch to touch it. To taste it. To taste this body. To drink it.

No. God’s body is the only one I consume.

“Go on. Touch me,” Killian says, as if reading my mind. I reach out, my hand only inches away, but I stop myself. I fist my hand, forcing it away from Killian’s cock. Quick as lightning, Killian’s hand shoots out, grabbing my hand and placing it directly on his cock. We collectively hiss out a breath. Mine is in surprise and Killian in relief.

“Fuck, Father,” Killian groans, body somehow both sagging in relief and standing stiff in attention. The cock in my hand is soft despite howhardit is and as close to perfect as I could dream. Not that I dream of cocks. I don't. I have never.

“Stop thinking so much, Levi, and just feel,” Killian whispers, hand traveling up my wrist and forearm and to my bicep. “Feel how hard I am.” Killian’s hand trails back down my arm, wrappingaround my own hand, forcing me to squeeze his cock. “Feel how heavy my balls are.” Killian pushes my hand lower, making me cup his balls. I roll them in my hand, and Killian moans again.

“It’s all for you, Father. Everything I do. Everything I am. It's all for you,” Killian whispers in my ear, and shivers travel down my entire body.

“Only me?” I can’t help but ask, stroking Killian’s cock once, just to see what would happen. He hisses out a breath but doesn’t answer. “I asked you a question, demon.” I stroke Killian’s cock again with more force this time, tightening my grip.

“Yes, I only worship you.” Killian’s mouth is closer to mine, and I simply can’t bring myself to pull away.

“Worship?” I whisper, slightly dumbfounded by the word.

“Yes. You are deserving of my worship. Of my faith. Of my prayer.” Killian grips my bicep. “Youthe maker ofmyheaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible.”

“I’m no God, demon,” I warn, but it’s weakly whispered against Killian’s mouth. His cock twitches in my hand, and he leans closer.

“Yes, you are. You created my universe in your image. You rule over me. I am your servant. I worship you. I pray to you. You have my devotion.” Killian closes the gap between our mouths, and this time, I give in and kiss him back.

One kiss. One more before I never look back. I commit every detail to memory. The feel of Killian’s mouth against mine is downright unholy, from the sinful taste of his lips to the deviance of his wicked tongue. The kiss makes the fires of Hell lap at my skin, but when he’s kissing me like this, the flames can’t touch me. Killian is fireproof.

“Lay down,” I command, breaking the kiss.

“Yes, Father.” Killian falls to his knees, the bone cracking against the tile of the bathroom floor. I wince. I shouldn’t care if the demon is uncomfortable. Shouldn’t care that he probably hurt himself obeying my orders.

“Glory be,” Killian says, voice so deep, I barely recognize it.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“I’m on my knees, Father. Since there isn’t a dick in my mouth, I figured the only other thing to do is pray.” Killian looks up at me, and even thoughhis eyes are covered by cloth, I know there’s a mischievous glint there.

“Demon.”

“Glory be,” Killian starts again, over my warning. “tomyFather, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.” My cock twitches at the sight of his perfect mouth forming around the prayer. At the sound of his deep, gravelly voice saying each wordto me.

No. I cannot be turned on by prayer. Absolutely no.

I shake myself, looking around. I grab two towels. I lay one flat on the floor and the other I roll up, propping it at the top of the first towel. “I want you to lay down on your back,” I tell him. Instead of feeling around, Killian drops back onto his hands, cock jutting out into the air. I barely hold back a moan, desperately wanting to touch it again, to taste it.

“Here. I, umm… put a towel down for you to lay on.” I take Killian’s wrist and guide his hand to the towel, so he can feel where it is.

“Thank you, Father,” Killian says, and it sounds so submissive, I forget to breathe for asolid two minutes. I just dumbly watch Killian maneuver himself onto the towel. He leans back, his head gently laying on the rolled-up towel.

I reach for a candle, pulling it out of the stand. It already has melted wax rolling down it. I debate about warning Killian in regard to what is about to happen. Then I remind myself. This is a demon. I need to be rid of him, and this is how I will accomplish that.

“Father. Please. The anticipation.Please.” Killian squirms, literally squirms, and I almost want to punish him for rushing me. Good demons don’t rush people. Instead, I decide to give Killian what he wants.

I hold the candle over Killian’s tattooed chest, tipping it to the side. I watch the first bit of hot, white wax slowly drip from the candle and onto Killian’s chest. He immediately hisses out a breath, his chest dipping, and something about the entire thing makes my cock throb.

“Father…” Killian’s sentence trails off when I let another drop fall, landing on the other side of Killian’s chest. This time his hiss turns into a moan, and I am turned on. Already I debate about continuing on with my plan. I eye Killian’s cock, still rock hard and standing at attention. It’s all sotempting.

“St. Michael the Archangel,” I start, not even bothering to whisper or cover up what I’m doing. I tip the candle, more wax dripping onto Killian’s chest. I am more deliberate with it this time, conscience of placement.

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