30. A Cross to Bear #2
“What if this was happening to an actual demon, huh?” Kais mused curiously as he pumped it in and out of me.
“It, um…” I struggled to concentrate as he sped up. “It would be torture. They’d be burning from the inside out.”
“But not you, huh, Daisy?” he said, his tone still taunting. “You like getting fucked by the symbol of Christ, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, throwing my head back with the hope he would grab my horns again. “Yes, Father.” I pressed back as he thrust it forward now, my pussy loving the pressure and textures of the object inside me.
“You like punishment, don’t you?” He pulled it out and must have flipped it around before fucking me with it again. The part inside me now was shorter, the joint of the crossed section tapping my clit in a way that was almost too good. “Is that why you went back?”
“No, I—ohh…” He angled the cross now for maximum contact with my clit, stealing my breath away.
“You what, succubus?” His palm came down on my ass with a hard crack that reached the rafters.
“I…I only want punishment from you, Father.” My moan was guttural, hips wiggling as I chased my elusive orgasm.
Kais pulled the cross out of me and I could have screamed with agony. I was so close, the pleasure so tightly wound within me and nowhere to go.
When he slammed into me in one violent thrust, my scream did echo off the chapel walls and ceiling.
The cross came down on my left butt cheek, jewels biting into my skin as he crashed into me.
He pulled back, then brought the cross down on the other side as he surged forward.
With each powerful thrust he punished me, bringing his wrath down on my skin and inside my body.
“You’ll never leave us again,” he growled through harsh breaths, dragging the cross down my spine, back to my sore ass. “You’re no hellion. You are ours. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” I cried, pussy quaking around his cock, legs trembling under the sting of the cross on my ass. It hurt and I tensed up waiting for the next hit, but it was also a rush. This was nothing like Kimaris' punishments. Kais was still mindful of my pleasure, despite keeping it just out of my reach.
“Yes, what?” He grabbed a horn and used it for leverage to fuck me harder, his abs like a rock wall against my ass. The cross tapped against my stinging flesh.
“Yes, Father! I’ll never leave you, never leave Bethel.
” I looked at him upside down, my body in a deep arch with his grip on my horn.
My clit buzzed insistently from his pounding, his touch just as harsh as it was sweet.
The emotions were overflowing just as much as when I first saw him. “I love you, Kais.”
His dark eyes locked onto me, his emotions flowing freely for the first time. The taste of them overwhelmed me, loosening the tears from my eyes. He wasn’t angry. He was worried. Confused. Hurt. He thought he’d done something wrong and had driven me away.
“Oh, Kais,” I whispered, taking in sips of his emotions and savoring them, before sending my feelings to him. How much it killed me to walk away, how loved I felt in my last moments with Stavros and Zach. And how much I never wanted to leave Kais' side after chasing the nightmares away.
“Deyva,” he groaned in return, loosening his grip on my horn. His hand remained in my hair, fingers surrounding the horn’s base. “I mean it. You can’t ever fucking leave us. I told you. I told you I couldn’t take it if I lost you.”
“I won’t.” My hips pressed back, dragging my pussy along the length of his cock. “And I mean it too. Punish me how and whenever you want. I deserve it, Kais. I was stupid to think I could keep Kimaris away.”
“You were thinking of us.” His fingers stroked through my hair now, leaning over me to the point of nearly being able to kiss me.
“Not just us, but the whole town. You were willing to turn yourself over to Hell for humanity. That’s not stupid at all.
” His fist closed in my hair with a growl, aggressive thrusts bouncing off my ass again.
“And I would have marched after you myself and shot a bolt through Kimaris' fucking eye.”
“Az said as much,” I sighed, meeting each thrust with a backward press of my hips. “But here’s a question.”
“Hm?” He tugged on my hair, pulling me back just enough to drop a kiss on my forehead.
“Were you going to let me come after you’re done punishing me?”
He laughed heartily, delivering a swat to my ass with the cross that made me yelp. “Keep going and see, Daisy.”
He picked up speed, our breaths and crashing of flesh the only sounds reverberating in the church. I gasped when I again felt the smack of the cross against my ass. Kais wrapped a hand around the front of my throat, squeezing with light pressure on the sides as he brought his mouth to my ear.
“Call me Father again,” he rasped. “And maybe the good girl will be allowed to come.”
“Yes, Father,” I cried, melting at the careful control he wielded over me. I was over two-thousand years old and powerful enough to kill demons, and this mortal man made me want to submit to him. “Please, Father. I’ll be good—oh, fuck!”
Kais slid the cross underneath me and pressed the flat side of it against my clit. His thrusts rocked me back and forth over it, the pressure unrelenting.
“Oh Father, please!” My hands curled around the top of the pew as I absorbed him, his thick cock swelling and turning to steel inside me. “Grab my horns, please Father!”
I expected another swat on my ass for that, but Kais did as I asked.
His hand wrapped around the base of the opposite one he held earlier, and he used it to fuck me deeper, harder.
That sensation was the final catalyst for me to explode, pleasure shooting from my clit to all my extremities, even my horns.
“Oh God,” Kais roared, his hips still snapping forward. “Feed, Deyva, fuckkk…”
His release spilled deep inside me and I took some, using the energy of his orgasm to heal my shoulder and where my ribs were still sore, but left the red marks on my ass alone.
We slid to the floor, a sweaty, tangled mess of arms and legs. He leaned his back against the pew and hauled me into his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was soothing enough to put me to sleep, the salty taste of his sweat intoxicating.
“You get enough?” he grunted, lips brushing over my forehead.
“Mm-hm.” I nuzzled into his chest, dragging my hand over his stomach. “I should save some for Stav and Zach anyway.” I sighed, sagging against him as I looked at the sunbeams on the church floor. “They must be up by now. They’re going to be so upset.”
“Good thing I got to you first.” Kais smoothed a hand over my red ass, admiring his work. “They could never punish you like this.”
“Their sad faces will be punishment enough.” I pushed myself up to standing, extending my hands to Kais.
I thought he’d do some macho thing and stand up on his own, but to my surprise, he accepted my outstretched hands and used them to pull me into his chest. Bringing a hand under my jaw, he tilted my face up and pressed a deep, possessive kiss to my mouth.
“I love you too, Deyva,” he murmured. “I didn’t think you could heal me, but you do. You’ve…you’ve saved all of us.”
“This was my original purpose,” I admitted. “To love and to heal.”
“Thank God for you,” he said with a kiss to my forehead. “Maybe He sent us to you, intentionally or not, but,” his arms came around me, crushing me to him, “either way, we’re never letting you go.”