Page 24 of Unholy

“She wouldn’t have found out if she hadn’t been looking. It’s her fault, really.”

I don't have time to be mad at him, not when Killian is slowly unzipping my pants. The noise is so loud, it has to have been audible around the church. The man on the other side of the confessional doesn’t say anything, though. He’s probably too much of a narcissist.

“You’re the one who has sinned, yet you blame her,” Irespond.

“You don’t get it, Father. Ever since the baby was born, she has ignored me. A man has needs.”

“I’m sure,” I say, barely paying attention. Killian has now pulled down my pants, my semi-hard cock hitting the cool air around us. I want to mouth “no”, but my lips won’t work. How can I stop him, really? The booth is too small to get away. Killian won’t move even if I asked him too. If I say anything, the man on the other side will know. The only choice I really have is to allow it to happen. Right?

“It’s not my fault this woman at work was willing to give me what I needed when my wife wasn’t. And it’s not my fault my wife looked at my phone tonight when my side piece texted a nude.” I squirm when Killian takes my cock in his big hands, looking at it like it’s the last supper.

“Mmmhmm,” I respond noncommittally, transfixed by the way Killian inspects my now fully hard cock. He licks his lips, and my cock twitches in response.This is a dream.I could tell him no, but this is very clearly a dream. The demon isn’t here. I've fallen asleep.

“Father, are you even listening to me?” The man asks, anger coating the words.

“Yes,” I answer, way more enthusiastically than intended, because it’s at that moment that Killian chooses to swallow my cock whole. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, my eyes rolling back in my head for a split second.

“Are you okay?” The man asks, sounding like he’s two seconds from coming to check on me.

“I’m fine,” I manage to get out. I sound somewhat normal despite the fact that Killian is now bobbing up and down on my cock. “Please continue your confession.”

“Alright. Well… my wife saw the messages. I tried to convince her that she was just being paranoid, and that it was all in her head. That my coworker meant it for a different person, and it was an accident. She wasn’t having it. She kicked me out,” the man finishes, and if my soul wasn’t being sucked out through my dick at this very moment by a soulless demon, I might have been angry by his clear gaslighting. I bite my lip again, trying so hard not to scream when Killian takes me deep. I squeeze my bench.

“Well… what should I do?” The man asks, frustration coating each word.

I want to scream at him to leave so I can finish in Killian’s mouth in peace before I wake up from this dream. I take a deep breath, then another.

“Go home and pack your bags. She deserves better than you,” I respond, gripping Killian’s hair. Instead of pulling him off, I push him deeper. A low moan escapes Killian, and I don't even care if the man hears it.

“Excuse me?” The man asks, undignified.

“Please.” The word is breathy, but the man must have taken it as a response.

“I-I- I’ve never been so disrespected,” the man says heatedly.

“Yeah, well, your wife has probably never had an orgasm. We all have our grievances.” Killian pops off my dick long enough to interrupt. I am horrified for a split second, but then happy that Killian said something I couldn’t. This is just a dream, so it doesn’t matter anyway. None of this is real.

The man doesn’t respond to that. Just storms out of the confession booth and the church, slamming every door behind him. Killian doesn't even wait for him to leave, just envelopes mycock with his hot mouth once more. I jerk, the sensation so new yet so amazing.

“Oh...” I moan, tangling my fingers in the demon's thick hair once more, gripping the strands tight to hold Killian’s head while I thrust into his waiting mouth. He moans in abandon, putting his hands behind his back, a silent gesture of submission. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

“Feels so good,” I groan, out of my mind with pleasure. This is most certainly a dream. A very vivid dream. I’m so sleep deprived, it could happen. I can feel every single moan the demon makes on my cock, and it’s driving me that much closer to my release.

“Demon, I’m gonna…” I trail off, my hand shooting out to grip the lattice. I push my fingers through the holes, flexing them to find purchase. Killian tightens his mouth around my cock and relaxes his throat, and I somehow go deeper, the head of my cock, pressing against the back of his throat with every thrust.

“Oh my…” the word trails off as I come, shooting my release down Killian’s throat. I grip the lattice so hard; it splinters in my fist. My palm stings when the wood pierces my skin, but I barely register it, too caught up in the way Killian sucks me dry.

“I usually wake up now,” I say after a moment, slowly removing my hand from the lattice. I hold it in the light, finding blood on my palm. Now that the adrenaline of my orgasm is wearing off, my entire hand burns. Pain during my dreams in nothing new to me, though.

“You’re not asleep.” Killian’s voice is deep, raw from his recent throat fucking.

“Yes, I am. I’m always asleep when this happens,” I retort, blinking down at him.

“Levi. You’re awake. I’m here, kneeling in front of you. This is real.” Killian’s brows crease in concern.

“No, it’s not. You’re just trying to trick me.” I get to my feet, pushing past Killian. I stumble out of the confession box, forcing new air into my lungs. I have to figure out a way to wake myself up.

“Father. I can assure you, this is not a dream,” Killian says, emerging from the confessional a moment later. I am shocked by his appearance, really seeing him for the first time since this whole thing started.

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