Page 8 of Unholy

“I can promise you, my cock’s doing great,” Killian says, his eyes closed and chin tilted toward the ceiling.What is that supposed to mean?I peek over Killian’s shoulder to find his cock still hard, jutting away from his body. The tip is the same color as Killian’s lips and shiny, as if covered with spit. The sight does something to me, not just making my pants tighter somehow.

“Oh my God.” The words are uttered before I have time to even think about them. My eyes arewide, mouth gaping open. I can’t stop watching, though. My eyes aren’t sure what to focus on - Killian’s cock, his face, or the way his ass is swallowing the cross every few seconds.

“That’s it, Father. Keep doing that. Feels so good.” Killian’s face is a mixture of bliss and pain.

“It’s not supposed to feel good, demon.” I grab a fist full of Killian’s hair, whispering the words into his ear. “You’re supposed to pay for your sins.” Killian smells like sweat, but it's a sweet aroma, like sugar mixed with a bit of cinnamon. I can’t help but breathe him in.

“Isn’t judgment and punishment up to God?” Killian asks, and I almost pause.

“That’s for humans. You aren’t a human.” I pull the cross almost completely out and Killian whimpers, trying to bend his hips to get the cross deeper. He doesn't have the leverage, though, with his feet barely touching the floor.

I make the mistake of looking down. Killian’s pretty pink hole is formed around the end of the gold cross. The cross shines, glimmering in the low light of the room. I push it back in, slowly this time, my cock getting harder and harder with each inch Killian takes. I imagine it’s my own cockthat is entering Killian’s warm, tight heat. That he can feel me all around him. I moan.

“That’s it, Father. Fuck me with your cross. Make me come again,” Killian breathes, and his words do nothing to break the spell I feel like I’m under. In fact, they fuel it. I still want to punish Killian. Need to, but another small part of me wants to give Killian what he wants.

“Shut up,” I say, letting go of Killian’s hair and smacking him on the ass. The skin jiggles along the muscle, moving from the force of my hand. It bounces back into place quickly, but a red mark immediately begins to develop.

“Fuck,” Killian moans, and what the-? Every time I try to cause this demon pain, he likes it. What am I supposed to do? I smack him harder, timing each hit with the thrusting of the cross. Over and over again until Killian’s moans become whimpers.

“Bet you wish you never taunted me,” I say, the skin on Killian’s ass raised and bright pink. It burns hot, and I almost want to allow those flames to consume me.

“Fuck. So close. Can I come, Father? Please. Can I come?” Killian begs, looking at me with franticeyes. Whatever I was about to say gets caught in my throat. Is Killian asking me for… permission? I don't answer, just double my efforts. The cross disappears over and over again. Killian’s whimpers turn into screams as he continues to beg to come. I stay silent, not giving him that.

“I’m gonna… I’m so sorry. Oh fuck. Yes. Right there. Gonna…” Killian’s words trail off, his whole body tensing up. I can’t stop myself from looking over Killian’s shoulder. His hips jut out into thin air and come pulses onto the floor below him. Each jet of come turns me on even more. I can't even explain why. I just know it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Killian’s body goes completely limp, only supported by the rope. I slowly pull the cross out of Killian, suddenly disgusted with myself.What would God think if He knew I just made a demon come on a cross?Oh God. I need to… I need to leave. Right now. I will just call Moira and tell her that her son is beyond salvation.

I pick up my Bible and make a beeline for the door. I will pray. I will pray and pray and pray until God has forgiven me. I will do whatever it takes tobe clean again.Can you be clean after that? You’re still hard. You almost came in your pants just by watching? How can you ever be clean again?I tell the nagging voice in my head to shut up. I reach for the knob and find it locked.

I didn’t lock it, though. In fact, I’m not even sure the door has a lock on it. I try to twist the knob again, but my efforts are futile. I shake the whole door, hitting it with my shoulder first then kicking with my foot. It won’t budge. I’m…. trapped.

“Leaving so soon, Father?” Killian’s voice is rough, as if it was drug from the deepest pits of Hell. A chill travels up my spine. I close my eyes, counting to three before I slowly turn around, finding Killian standing only a few feet away. How? I look behind Killian. The ropes are still hung over the exposed beam. They sway as if they were just touched. I look back at Killian and swallow. What is this demon going to do to me? Especially after what I just did to him. He’s got to be angry.

“I-I-” I have no idea what I intended to say. I have nothing to say. I start to silently pray.Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth, asit is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory. For ever and ever. Amen.

“I still need to repent,” Killian says slowly, taking a single step toward me. He’s still naked, and it's a sight to behold. The tattoos etched into his skin come alive when the light bounces off his body, as if it can’t be absorbed.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“I didn’t obey you,” Killian says, taking another step closer. I press my body more firmly to the door, praying that it will open up. Surely God is more powerful than Killian.

“I came without permission.” Another step. Now he’s within arm’s length. I try to slow my breathing, try to not panic, but it’s impossible with Killian’s eyes looking so black in the low light, I would swear there is no color left.

“You didn’t tell me I could, and that’s against the rules.”

What rules? I don't have time to contemplate because Killian has taken another step. We areso close to each other now, I can smell the sweet and spicy scent of his sweat. I can see every detail of his tattoos. I can count the beats of his heart.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” Killian drops to his knees, and before I can stop him, my pants are shoved down around my ankles and my cock is deep inside Killian’s throat.

Chaptertwo

Killian

Obsessed.Iamobsessedwith this priest. A deep part of me knows that Father Levi is mine, and I willneverlet him go. Of course, Levi doesn't know that yet. I have time to bring him over to my darkness, though. He is so receptive already. Just a little more, and I can keep him forever.

Levi’s cock tastes like heaven. It’s the closest I’ll ever be at least, so I savor it. At first, he tries to pull away, but his back is against the door. He has nowhere to go. I grip his hips tight, pulling him deeper into my mouth. A moan breaks the air, and I allow myself a smile because I pulled that moan straight out his lungs.

“I don’t want this,” Levi protests, but it’s weak. He’s been weak this entire time. All I had to do was bait him enough. I knew the moment the pretty priest walked into the room that I was going to be inside him one way or another. The cross wasjust icing on the cake, but it’s not enough. I need to please Levi. I need to claim him.

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