26. Holy Orgasms
Chapter twenty-six
Holy Orgasms
Cassian
Groaning, I freed my cock from the confines of my pants. “Remember. You must be patient with me.”
“Why?”
“I’ve never been inside of anyone before.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“You may have to tell me what to do.”
“I would love to.”
“I’m glad that there’s been no other woman.” My gaze locked on hers as I placed the head of my throbbing cock at her slick entrance, teasing us both. “I feel so blessed that it is you.”
She shivered. “Oh, Cassian.”
“Does that already feel good?”
“Yes.” She shivered again. “Just your cock next to my pussy is already driving me crazy.”
“Then, I’m not doing too bad.” I pressed forward, getting an inch of my cock inside of her. Delirious, pleasureful waves ran up my body. “Oh fuck.”
Her bound hands tightened around the edge of the Bible beneath her. “Go ahead, baby. Keep going.”
“Oh my God. Your pussy is so wet.” I knew she had to be dripping all over those Bible pages.
“I might cum right here.” I pushed in another inch.
Her voice trembled. “Cassian,”
“Say it again.”
“Cassian,” she moaned louder this time, her hips shifting, inviting me in, daring me to take what was already mine.
With no control, I fully thrust into her in one smooth motion and we both cried out in ecstasy.
The storm bellowed.
Thunder shook the cathedral’s stained glass.
I could feel her submission in the way her body arched beneath mine, not in fear, but in a trust so total it shattered me. Her pussy was so warm, so tight, hugging my throbbing cock and coating it with her arousal.
“Damn, Cassian.” She wrapped her legs around my waist.
I just stayed frozen like that.
I couldn’t even speak.
Oh my God. This is what I’ve been missing this whole time?
“Stop teasing me, Cassian.”
Still, I didn’t move.
I just remained buried inside of her. The breath was knocked from my lungs as I struggled to control the overwhelming pleasure.
My father might have been a bastard in life but he hadn’t been wrong about this one thing.
Pussy was the true religion.
And the more I thought of it, men had built empires for pussy, burned cities to ash in its name.
Men had betrayed everything they held sacred just to taste pussy.
Oh God, help me. I have descended into the madness of your most divine creation, and I do not know if I can leave.
Kingdoms crumbled.
Wars raged, and kings fell, all for the irresistible taunting of a woman.
I understand the confessions even more now.
Because as I was buried inside of Celeste, I realized that nothing else mattered.
Not power.
Not money.
Not the goddamned Church.
Her pussy was freedom, yet dear God it was chains too, because I planned to be happily trapped to her for the rest of my life.
“C-cassian.” She shivered. “Don’t do this to me. I’m losing my mind.”
While my mind is already gone, wicked temptress.
Slowly, I slipped my cock back, inch by deliberate inch, dragging the throbbing, pulsing length from her tight, sinful heat.
The sensation was nothing short of heavenly.
A divine paradox.
Sacred and profane.
Her pussy clung to me as if it were begging me not to leave, and I groaned, the sound low and guttural, echoing in the cathedral.
“God help me,” I muttered under my breath, but I knew he wouldn’t come.
He’d sent her my way.
He’d wanted me to cum.
Therefore, tonight, I would not ask for forgiveness from Him.
Tonight, I would embrace the perceived sin, knowing it wasn’t one at all.
Her hands, still bound in the rosary beads, trembled above her head. “Don’t stop.”
“Stop?” My gaze drifted to the massive crucifix on the wall. “Not even if the heavens themselves demanded it.”
I placed my view on her and pushed back into her wet pussy, slower this time, as if savoring every second, every inch as it disappeared into her perfect body.
Her moans shattered the sound of pounding rain.
“You feel like paradise, Celeste and I intend to worship you until there’s nothing left of me.”
Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Oh God, it’s so good.”
Thunder cracked outside.
I thrust back into her.
Harder.
Deeper.
Until there was nothing left between us but heat, desperation, and the echo of our most frantic erotic desires.
And just like the first thrust. . .I could not move.
I was frozen inside of her.
Dear God!
For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to the sound of her breathing and the faint crackle of a candle’s flame.
My body quaked.
“Cassian, fuck me.” Her words acted as fuel to my burning desire, igniting the fire within me with a new intensity.
Shit. I don’t know if I will last too much longer. It’s too good, but. . .I will do my best. . .
I started moving in and out of her, slow at first then gradually increasing my pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through us both.
“Fuck.” Her back arched off the Bible as she met me stroke for stroke. “That’s right, baby.”
Delirious pleasure filled my body.
“Yes, Cassian! Faster!”
Oh no. Not faster. I’m not sure I won’t cum.
Still, she was now my master so I willingly complied, driving into her with a pace that matched the rhythm of my pounding heart.
Those breasts bounced and I shivered with lust.
No. No. Don’t look at them.
Still pumping into her, I lifted my view up.
The massive crucifix loomed above our humping bodies.
Damn it. That’s not helping.
I pulled out entirely, knowing I was so close to exploding.
She shivered. “Get back over here.”
“I want this to last.”
“My pussy isn’t going anywhere. Fuck me now and then you can fuck me again later.”
I gritted my teeth. “You will be patient.”
“I won’t.”
I licked my lips. “You’re right. You won’t.”
“Give me what I want now.”
“You know I’m yours. Don’t you?” I thrust back into her again, harder this time.
She gasped, her head tipping back, her bound hands pulling against the rosary beads as if they were the only thing anchoring her to the earth. “Oh! Oh!”
Lightning flashed.
I was no longer God’s servant tonight.
I was hers, bound by no law but the one written in her eyes.
“Your pussy is so good. And you know I can’t deny your requests.”
“Oh!” Those breasts bounced some more.
“God must have created you just for me.”
Her expression was one of pure, unrestrained ecstasy. It was a sight that burned itself into my soul, a moment I knew I would carry with me long after this night.
And as the storm raged on outside, I claimed her.
My pace quickened.
The sound of our bodies meeting filled the sacred space alongside her soft cries and my guttural groans.
Every thrust was a prayer.
Every moan, a confession.
As the lightning illuminated the cathedral, we worshipped each other on the altar of our sins.
The candles flickered wildly.
The space grew hotter until our bodies were covered in a slick sheen of sweat.
The scent of lust and sin rose around us.
"Harder, Cassian."
I complied without hesitation, gripping her hips and slamming possessively into her.
“Say my name again.”
“Cassian!”
This insatiable tension built inside me. It was torturous yet euphoric, a sensation I had never known before tonight.
“Celeste.” I thought I had known devotion before, but every prayer I had whispered to God was hollow compared to the way I spoke her name.
“Cassian!” Her breasts bounced with each pounding stroke.
“Fuck, Celeste!” My cock slid in and out of her wet, pulsating heat. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it. Come inside me, Cassian. I want to feel it.”
My pulse thundered in my ears.
She shuddered under me. “I’m so close, too!”
My body trembled with the effort to hold back just a moment longer. I wanted to savor this—this unholy, beautiful union that shattered every vow, every boundary.
Then, her pussy tightened around me, gripping my cock like a vice.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” The sight of her undone beneath me, her flushed face, her parted lips, the glistening sheen of sweat on her brown skin—it was too much.
“Fuck!” I roared, slamming into her one final time, my body locking as the climax hit me like a divine wrath, searing through every nerve like lightning splitting the sky in two.
It wasn’t just release.
It was obliteration.
My cock throbbed violently, spilling a torrent of hot, sticky fluid deep into her, wave after wave of molten desire pouring out, marking her, claiming her in the most primal way.
The pleasure was blinding, consuming every thought, burning away any semblance of restraint.
But I didn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop.
Each pulse of my cock brought another rush, another large gush of thick, warm cum spilling into her pussy.
It was relentless, a flood that seemed impossible, even to me.
As my release spilled from my cock, I knew it wasn’t just her body I was filling—it was the void that years of celibacy and guilt had carved inside me.
“Cassian!” Her voice trembled as her body shuddered beneath me, her head tipped back, and her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure as she trembled in the aftershocks of her own release.
I wasn’t done.
I couldn’t stop cumming.
More spurted out.
And more.
The sheer volume was overwhelming, pooling inside her until even her perfect body couldn’t contain it all. A trickle of fluid escaped, spilling out of her swollen pussy, slicking the soft flesh of her thighs, and dripping shamelessly onto the sacred pages of the massive Bible beneath her.
Then more and more cum exploded from my cock, causing even more cum to drip from her pussy and spill onto the Bible.
“Jesus,” I groaned, though the word was no prayer—only raw, unfiltered awe.
Her eyes widened as she felt the continuous flood, her gaze dropping between us.
“Cassian,” she whispered, and her voice was a mix of astonishment and something darker. “There’s so much. . .I can feel it.”
I didn’t respond, only thrust again, a slow, deliberate stroke that forced even more cum to spill out, the sticky warmth dripping down to the polished marble pedestal too.
“Oh, G-god.”
More.
And more.
“Fuck,” My body shook. “I can’t—Celeste, I can’t stop.”
More cum spilled out, coating her inner thighs, dripping down to the edge of the Bible, and I gritted my teeth, trying to catch my breath and get control of myself.
And then, it happened.
The heavy wooden side door of the cathedral creaked open, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the sacred space.
Someone’s coming.
Yet, I could not stop.
I groaned as my cock jerked and shot more hot, white cum into her pussy.
“Dear God!” a familiar, horrified voice shrieked. “What are you doing? And on the Bible!”
Still cumming in Celeste and riding this euphoric wave, my head snapped up, and there she was—Sister Margaretta with her brown robe and her hands clutching a flashlight in one and a thick wooden cross like a weapon in the other, as if the sight before her required an exorcism.
“No, Father Cassian!” She raised the cross in the air. “The devil has possessed you through this Black temptress!!”
For some odd reason, Celeste erupted into uncontrollable laughter, her hands still bound tightly by the red rosary beads, her body sprawled across the massive Bible, flushed and glistening with sweat.
Perhaps, the absurdity of the moment—the sheer insanity of what was happening—seemed too overwhelming for anything but hysterics to hit her.
Meanwhile, I was still buried deep inside Celeste, my cock throbbing painfully as my release continued to spill from me in heavy, thick spurts.
Please, God. Help me stop cumming.
Sister Margaretta screamed again, and it didn’t pull me from my ecstasy. It added to it, serving as the final thread of tension snapping as I claimed Celeste in front of heaven and earth.
More cum!
Lots more shot out of my cock.
My legs trembled, my breaths came in ragged gasps, yet my body hadn’t let go of the ecstasy coursing through me.
The massive Bible beneath us glistened with Celeste’s arousal and my cum, its pages defiled in a way that no amount of holy water could ever cleanse.
I couldn’t even speak as I looked up at Sister Margaretta and continued to fuck Celeste on that Bible, doing my best to get all of the cum out of me.
“Stop this! Stop this madness!” Sister Margaretta’s face was contorted with horror, her mouth agape in a gasp that froze somewhere between outrage and utter disbelief. Her flashlight wobbled in her trembling grip. “This is—this is sacrilege! Blasphemy! You will burn in hell for this!”
Her words struck like thunder, but my body, traitorous and unyielding, hadn’t finished.
It feels too good to stop.
I groaned as another hot spurt of cum erupted from me, the sensation so intense it forced my hips to jerk forward.
“M-margaretta,” I tried to speak, my voice hoarse and strained. I gritted my teeth, willing my body to stop. But another surge came, spilling out of me in a thick, lazy stream. “I—”
“You are damned, Father Cassian!” Margaretta shrieked. “You’ve brought the wrath of God upon this house! This—this—”
Her words faltered as she pointed at the now soaked Bible. “This is desecration!”
And then it happened.
I pulled out abruptly from Celeste’s pussy, my cock still throbbing and exploding, the last of my hot, white release continuing to shoot out.
As I pulled my cock out, my release arced through the air like an unholy baptism.
Oh no!
Time slowed as that thick spurt of cum flew across the space between us, landing with a wet splatter directly on Sister Margaretta’s face, staining her features with white liquid.
Her scream was instantaneous and deafening.
Father, forgive me.
Her flashlight clattered to the floor, and the beam cast wild, flickering shadows across the walls.
“Ahhh!” She staggered back, wiping my cum off her cheek and forehead. “Oh dear God! This is vile!”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she turned on her heels, racing back towards the heavy wooden door from whence she'd arrived.
“You are both doomed!” She tripped over the hem of her brown robe in her haste and stumbled, but didn't stop. “Doomed to eternal damnation!”
Her outraged cries filled the cathedral as she fled and then soon disappeared.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I turned back to Celeste and found her grinning up at me. “I did not mean to do that.”
“Yet. . .that was funny.”
“I’m not sure about that.” I began to undo the rosary beads from her wrists. “When I planned to leave the cathedral, this wasn’t exactly the goodbye I intended.”
“Yet. . .not a bad one.” She rubbed her wrists and sat up. “But. . .we probably should get out of here because she is definitely about to call the cops. . .at least after she wipes that cum off her face.”
“Dear God.” I helped her get up and we quickly dressed.
The whispers that would fill these pews tomorrow wouldn’t just be prayers—they would be curses, each one condemning what me—their priest—had done in the house of God.
With all honesty, I no longer gave a damn.
I had Celeste—her heart, body, and soul—and that was all that mattered, because what we had done tonight on that Bible. . .it wasn’t damnation.
It was salvation.
Even more. . .Celeste wasn’t my fall.
She was my resurrection.