Page 23 of Unholy

“I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen.” It’s definitely Killian’s voice, but softer, somehow.

“Killian,” I try again, but the man just starts the prayer all over. I try to push him off, try to standup, but the man is kneeling over me, practically in my lap. His clasped hands are a little too close to my cock for comfort.

“Stop,” I say before Killian can start repeating the prayer for a third time. I ball my hands into fists, digging my blunt nails into my palms. Pain will make me wake up from this.

“O, my God,” Killian starts the prayer anyway, and enough is enough. I will not play these games any longer. I grab two fistfuls of his hair and pull.

“O, my God,” Killian repeats, this time the phrase coming out a moan. A spark of electricity shoots down my body, ending in my cock and making it twitch. I pull again.

“I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee.” Killian moans out the words with another tug of my hands. My cock gets harder at the sound.

“Get off of me,” I say. I look at Killian’s kneeled body, trying to decide where I might be able to get leverage. I have already tried his broad shoulders, and pulling his hair was only making my own cock hard.

“And I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving ofall my love,” Killian recites, and I try to stand. I manage to pry apart Killian’s clasped hands, but they land on my cock. The moan that escapes me is purely accidental. It’s because I haven't been touched in so long. I can’t help my body’s response to external stimuli. It’s science.

“I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin.” Killian cups my cock, messaging through the layer of fabric.

“Amen,” he finishes, and I am so gobsmacked, it takes me a few seconds to form any coherent thoughts.

“What… what are you doing?” I ask, my breath stuttering against my will.

Killian finally looks up, eyes meeting mine. There is some light traveling into the confessional box, but Killian’s face is mostly covered in shadows. His eyes though, there is a slant of light over them. They are softer than I remember, as if someone took their fingers and smoothed out the sides. His hair is longer as well.

“My penance, Father,” he responds, with a smirk.

“You can’t do this.” This is my worst nightmare - being trapped in a confession booth with a demon who has no respect for God.

“You told me to do this.” One of Killian’s hands cups my cock, his other rubbing up and down my leg. “Do you want me to stop?” The question looks genuine, but it wouldn’t matter what I said. The demon wouldn’t listen.

“That was before… before I knew you were… you,” I stammer out by way of answer.

“I think you always knew it was me,” Killian responds, his hand never ceasing.

“I did not,” I snap, the words hanging between us. Killian stares at me, a vulnerability to his expression that I’ve never seen before. “I-I thought you were gone.”

“I told you I would return. Don’t you remember. I said soon. What did you think I meant?” Killian asks, leaning toward me. We’ve had similar discussions in other dreams, but he always tells me that he hasn’t returned. That he was just visiting me for now, and he still has unfinished business to take care of. What’s different about this dream? Why now?

“Well… soon can mean a lot of things.” I can’t breathe with the demon this close to me, let alone think. “I thought you forgot about me. Moved on to another priest.”

“I could never forget about you. You’remypriest. My one and only.” Killian leans closer to me, his breath ghosting over my mouth.

“Why are you here?” I asks, pressing my back as far against the wall as it could go. These dreams usually have a purpose. I chalk it up to my mind, trying to process the things that I had done.

“To ask for forgiveness,” Killian whispers against my lips, then leans closer. I meet him halfway, allowing the demon to kiss me gently. I tell myself to push the demon away. Tell myself not to kiss back. But I don't do any of those things. Instead, I lean into the kiss, my lips grazing over the demon’s. I can feel him smile against my lips before he deepens our kiss.

I jump when I hear the doors to the church open. My heart starts racing in his chest. This can’t be happening. Footsteps draw closer. No.This cannotbe happening. I don't know what to do. If I push the demon out of the booth, then whoever just came in will know that I was notalone in the booth, and that will look bad. Really bad.

“Please be quiet,” I whisper. Killian grins and nods, falling back on his haunches. I sigh in relief. I stand, starting to squeeze past Killian to cut the person off before they enter the confessional. I freeze when I hear someone open the door on the other side, the rustling of a body sitting next to us a moment later.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago,” a masculine voice says. I close my eyes, counting to ten to try to calm my racing heart. I stiffly sit back down, with Killian kneeling at my feet again. I stay quiet, waiting for the person to continue.

“I have been… Erm… unfaithful to my wife,” the man says after a minute of hesitance. I hate these. I always want to tell the men to chop their balls off as penance, but I can’t.

“Does she know?” I ask instead. After my question, I look down at the feeling of something on my legs. I find the demon, lifting up my robes. I kick at him, but the demon holds a finger to his lips, the universal signal for “shh”. Does thatmean that if I do anything, the demon will make his presence known?

“She found out a few hours ago. That’s why I’m here instead of home. She saw messages between me and my side piece,” the man responds, and I grit my teeth. I glance over at Killian, who also looks annoyed.

“That sounds like a difficult situation,” I say, even though I want to say much more. I hiss out a breath when I feel Killian’s hands on the waistband of my white slacks. He doesn't move further, just looks up at me with a question in his eyes. This is just a dream. It has to be, so I just nod without thinking.

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