Page 9 of Unholy

I release Levi’s dick with a loud, audible pop. It echoes off the empty walls. “I think your dick has different wants, then.” I look up at Levi, smirking, then look back down at his hard length that is bobbing in front of my face.

“Oftentimes, the … the body betrays the mind,” Levi gets out between breaths. I lick the tip of his cock, looking up at him through my eyelashes. His reaction is perfect. His eyes close for a split second, long eyelashes grazing his high cheekbones.

“If your body is your temple, perhaps you should read what is written on the walls,” I respond, kissing up Levi’s hard length before licking the path back down. He hisses out a breath, grabbing my hair. He pulls hard, leaving me no choice but to obey. My mouth waters, his dick an inch away from me now instead of in my mouth. It twitches as if it knows exactly what I wish to do to it.

“My body belongs to Christ.” Levi looks down at me, his face a mixture of pleasure and resolve. Ismile then dip my head. Levi’s grip doesn’t loosen, but I’ll take the pain if it means one more taste.

“Christ can’t make you feel this good,” I start, kissing the tip of his dick again. “Christ can’t fuck you until you can count all of the stars in the sky.” I look up at Levi, a smile tugging at my lips. His eyes are fixated on me, as if he’s in a trance. “Your body belongs to me tonight, Father.” I lean closer to Levi’s tip, licking it slowly. “And I intend to worship every single fucking inch,” I say, then swallow his dick whole.

“Oh my-” Whatever god Levi was about to name trails off, never to be spoken of. I bob my head once, then twice. He grips my hair tight, but instead of pulling me away, he pushes deeper, until my nose touches the base of his dick, the tip of my tongue grazing his balls. My eyes water as I work to suppress my gag reflex. It’s all worth it when Levi lets out another moan.

“That feels…” Levi doesn’t finish his thought as his eyes roll into the back of his skull. I pull off his dick with an audible pop that ricochets around the room. I don't give him a chance to protest as I yank his pants and underwear completely off and lift his left leg over my shoulder. His body rests heavily against the wall as he balances on one leg.

“What’re you doing?” Levi asks, voice deeper than I have ever heard it.

“Praying,” I respond with a smirk. I dip my head low, licking his perineum. The angle isn’t the best, but I’m too afraid to break the spell by moving Levi to the bed. I will in due time, but for now, I will make this work.

“I’ve never seen this type of praying.” His fingers are still wrapped in my hair, but they aren’t pulling anymore.

“You’re not doing it right then.” I lick another hot strip, this time my tongue grazing Levi's puckered hole.

“I’m a-a priest. I-I think I k-know how to pr-pray.” He gets out between hisses and labored breaths.

“Evidently not. Don’t worry. I’ll teach you,” I say, licking another slow path over his hole. “First you get on your knees.”

“Obviously.”

“Then you clasp your hands.” I take both hands and clasps them around his dick. With a firm grip,I move up and down twice. He hisses out a breath, back bowing off the door to meet my warmth.

“Once your hands are clasped, you look up at your god.” My eyes meet his. Even in the dim light of the room, Levi’s blue eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky. His mouth is open, but no words or sounds are coming from him. He looks torn. Torn between pulling away from me and pushing himself nearer. I pray that it will be the latter because I cannot go another night without having this priest.

“You can’t always see God,” Levi finally says, licking his lips.

“I can see mine,” I say, my eyes traveling up and down Levi’s body. I can’t wait to see what’s under the jacket and button up shirt. Can’t wait to rip the white collar from his throat and replace it with my teeth. “I can feel mine.” I give his dick another tug. “I can taste mine.” I bend my head again, gently prodding his hole with a pointed tongue.

“God is more than a mere man,” he hisses, but not out of anger. “He is eternal.” He squirms a bit, subconsciously thrusting his hips closer to my tongue. I oblige, pressing in deep. “He isall-knowing.” His voice is pitched an octave higher, eyes closed, so I keep licking and prodding. Levi grips my hair tightly looking for purchase as his back hits the door with a loud thud.

“I can assure you, He doesn’t know everything. He can’t see in this room,” I respond, barely pausing my tongue at his hole to form the words.

“What?” Levi asks, clearly confused. I don't explain, right away, just continue licking his hole like it’s my entrance into salvation.

“Does it help knowing he can’t see?” I ask, shoving my tongue in as deep as I can get it. The resulting moan that is ripped from Levi’s chest makes me shiver.

“He’s all-knowing. No one or no thing on this Earth or in Heaven can hide from His eyes,” Levi says, his voice much weaker than his words.

“Do you think he likes watching, then? Likes to see His mouthpiece being tongue fucked by a demon?” I ask, moving my tongue in and out to prove my point. Levi is quiet, though, and I worry that maybe I’ve pushed him too far. Maybe he wasn’t ready to hear that.

“No. He would be disgusted. Disappointed.” Levi’s voice is detached. I’m losing him.

“He’s all powerful. If he wanted us to stop, then he’d intervene. He would stop us,” I reason, pushing my tongue in again, deeper this time. He says nothing, and I chance a glance up. His face is a mixture of pleasure and contemplation, as if my words have really stumped him.

“Maybe…” Levi says, looking down at me finally. He licks his lips, “Maybe he is using this to test my fidelity. Test my control.”

“Don’t you wanna lose control just once?” I ask, reaching for one of the oils nearby. “Don’t you want to experience this?” I cover my fingers in the holy oil, slipping it around to warm it up a bit. “Don’t you want to feel good tonight where God can’t touch you?”

“I-I…” His mouth stays open, stuck on a response.

“Come on, Father. Let me help you feel good. This may be your only chance to feel this type of pleasure. To experience this level of euphoria.” My slick fingers trace his hole as I watch his face.

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