2. Killian
Chapter two
Killian
Obsessed. I am obsessed with this priest. A deep part of me knows that Father Levi is mine, and I will never let 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 was just icing on the cake, but it’s not enough. I need to please Levi. I need to claim him.
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. I smile 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 li ft 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 is all-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.
“I feel pleasure with God. I reach euphoria in God’s presence. ”
“Now, Father, is that the truth?” I ask, my fingers continuing to gently prod around his hole, wanting him to get used to the sensation.
“Ye-” His answer falters when I press the tip of my finger inside him.
“Trust me, Father, you haven’t felt this type of pleasure.” I press deeper, licking his shaft. “Not even God’s hand could make you feel like this.” I kiss the tip of his fat cock, swirling my tongue. Levi hisses in response. “So don’t lie to me. You don’t know true pleasure, and I promise you, God can’t touch you like this.”
“Killian… please…” His fingers tighten around my hair, his eyes closing.
“Please what?” I ask, tongue traveling down his shaft as I press my finger further into his body.
“Please,” Levi repeats.
“Use your words, Father. I won’t do anything you don’t ask for.” Levi's eyes pop open with that, clearly surprised. He studies me for a moment, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I hold my breath because Levi choosing to do this would make it so much sweeter.
“I want more,” Levi finally answers. It’s not the exact answer I wanted, but I will take it. I will take anything at this point, so I give him exactly that. I take his dick into my mouth, quick and deep, while my finger pushes past my second knuckle. He moans.
I take breaks sucking his dick, not wanting him to come prematurely while I work my way up to three fingers, using more oil to help the glide. He continues to moan, now with abandon. His body is glistening with sweat, eyes glazed over, firm lips open in a perpetual moan. He continues to grip my hair, leading me to where he wants me to go. Occasionally, his hips will move to get me deeper in some way. It’s glorious. It’s godlike. It’s holy.
I gently remove my fingers, and he whimpers at the loss. I stand then push off the black jacket that is still draped over Levi’s shoulders. My hands find the buttons of his shirt, and I slowly undo them. I stare into his eyes, pressing my body into his. “Let me fuck you, Father,” I say, lips so close to his I can feel his breath.
“I-I don’t know.” Levi bites his lip, uncertainty coating his features. I push the shirt off of his shoulder, the fabric falling to the ground in a heap. I can’t help but look down, scanning his body, memorizing every single contour. It’s perfect and unmarked, golden as if the sun itself has been absorbed into his pores. The only item of clothing that remains is the perfectly white collar around his neck.
I will fuck him while he wears nothing but.
“You’re so hard. Let me take care of you,” I say, gripping his cock, his resounding hiss coating my lips like honey.
“It’s sinful…” Levi protests, voice sounding small and weak. I almost roll my eyes and smirk. Almost point out that fucking me in the ass with a cross is sinful. That everything we’ve been doing since the priest entered the room is sinful.
“No one has to know. It will be our little secret. Our sin to share,” I whisper, leaning in to finally graze his lips with my own. It’s not a kiss. Not really. There was no puckering or exchange of spit. Just grazing each other but not committing.
“God can’t see us?” He asks, eyes searching.
“No,” I respond, but a part of me wanted to lie. I don't want to give him this safety, but if it means he ends up in my bed, then I will take the loss. I will still win the war, after all. All that matters to me at this moment is to be deep inside of Levi. Show him pleasures so real and perfect, he will never go back to God.
“But God wouldn’t want…”
“What do you want, Father?” I interrupt, looking into Levi’s eyes and cupping his cheek. “God’s not here. It’s just me and you. Your cock in my hand. Your hole stretched and ready to be full. Just me and you. No God between us. What do you want?”
“I-I want…” Levi licks his lips, eyes scanning my face. “I want to touch darkness. I want to feel it inside of me. I want… I want to have this secret from God.”
“Good.” I smile and don’t give him any time to reconsider. I coat my own cock in holy oil, and I lift him up, pressing his back against the door. His legs automatically wrap around my waist. Perfect. I don't even look to line myself up. I know sex. I know Levi’s body now.
“Oh G-Fuck…” Levi swears when I slowly lower him on my shaft, inch by excruciating inch. I had originally wanted to do this on the bed. Treat him like the god he is, but I couldn’t wait another second to be inside him.
“Sweet infant Satan.” I grit my teeth, forcing myself not to buck up into his tight heat. “You’re perfect. Fucking glorious. Like my cock is inside an angel. Like the key to the gates of Heaven.”
“Move. Please. Move,” he begs, and if I were the praying type, I’d swear it sounded like a prayer. I can’t deny him, though, so I follow the command, thrusting my hips and pushing him further into the door.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Father,” I growl into his ear, pinning his hands above his head.
“That was my plan all along.”
“To fuck me so good, I died?” I ask, smirking.
“Gotta rid the world of a filthy abomination somehow,” he says, the corner of his mouth tilting up into a small smile. The remark was supposed to be teasing, but for some reason it stung. Something about it hurt the humanity in me, smacking it raw. I try not to react. Try not to let it show on my features, but he looks confused for a split second.
“A filthy abomination that’s gonna make you come so hard, you will be launched into space to find God again,” I quickly recover, slowing my hips down to long, deep thrust. His eyes close in bliss, head tilted toward the ceiling, white collar gleaming in the low light. I want to replace it with my hand, with my teeth, with my come, with marks and blood. I don't want anything holy left on his body. I want to taint him forever. Claim him the only way I know how.
“My Father,” I start, kissing the inside of his wrist and working down his arm. “Who is my heaven, hallowed be thy name.”
“What are you doing?” Levi asks, eyes heavy with lust.
“Praying.” My voice is gravely, even to my own ears.
“That’s not how it goes,” he whispers weakly. I bite the inside of his wrist, and he lets out a hiss.
“Yes, it is,” I insist, thrusting slowly as my mouth grazes over his body.
“My king will come.” I lower my head, biting his collarbone, while fucking into him again so he will understand the double meaning.
“Thy will be done,” I whisper into his ear, biting the tip gently.
“On earth as it is in heaven.” I kiss right next to his parted lips with the last line. He moans so low, I’m not sure I heard it.
“Give us this day our daily bread.” I bite his neck hard, right above where the collar rests. I want to devour him. Eat him alive. Only live off of him. I grip his ass, moving him slowly from the door.
“And forgive me for my trespasses,” Levi interjects, staring into my eyes with an unreadable expression.
“As I forgive those who trespass against me,” I walk us slowly toward the bed, still buried deep inside his heat, hoping it will cleanse me. I gently lay him on the bed and move slowly inside of him.
“And lead me not into temptation,” he continues, cupping my jaw and tracing my lips. I hold my breath, for the first time in my life, unsure of what will happen next. “But deliver me from evil.” He joins our lips. I can’t recall a kiss ever feeling like this. As if I’m kissing an electrical wire, and it sends currents through my body, straight to my cock. I almost come right then and there. Almost release straight into his heat because, fuck, this feels like heaven.
My hand grips the collar around his throat, the last symbol of his purity. The last thing tying him to God. “Amen,” I growl as I rip the white collar off, throwing it across the room. Levi either doesn't notice or doesn’t care to react because he is devouring my mouth, tongue searching.
“Fuck. That feels like…” Levi’s words trail off as he looks toward the ceiling.
“Heaven?” I finish with a smirk, continuing the slow grind of my hips while kissing and biting every bit of exposed flesh I can reach. If this never happens again, I want him to live with the physical marks that I left for weeks. Every time he looks in the mirror, I want Levi to be reminded of what he did. How fucking good it felt.
“Right there! Please… please… G-... please don’t stop. Right…” his mouth is parted, body twitching and chest heaving with his breaths. I pick up the pace a little bit. I can tell he’s close, and thank Satan, because I don't know how much more I can take.
“Say it!” I demand, my hand clasping around his throat, replacing the collar that was there moments ago.
“Fuck,” Levi curses.
“No. Say it.” I squeeze his throat slightly, and he moans loud and low. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you need. I’ll stroke that perfect cock of yours until you’re coming all over both of us. ”
“Please. God. Please,” he moans. I reward him by releasing his neck and grabbing ahold of his cock. His entire body twitches at the touch.
“That’s it, Father. Pray for me. Pray to me. I promise. I’ll answer.” I don't stroke, just hold his cock firmly while continuing the grind of my hips.
“Please, Killian. God . Please. Make me come. Please. Need to come,” he begs, looking desperately into my eyes.
“Ask and it shall be given. Seek and you shall find,” I whisper, stroking his cock with a firm, sure hand. He moans, and I swallow it with my mouth. It takes three strokes before he convulses, his tight hole clenching around my dick.
“Yes. Father. Oh, fuck. Yes. Gonna come in you. Fill you up.” I buck my hips twice more before I start to come. Halfway through, I grab my cock at the base, pulling out of him. My aim is true as my come shoots up his chest, landing in a string around his neck. I empty deep inside him while his body twitches around me.
I collapse on top of him, both of us trying to catch our breaths. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I roll off him. I turn to my night stand, opening the top drawer.
“What are you looking for?” he asks, moving just enough to see what I’m doing.
“I need a smoke,” I say, lighting a cigarette and inhaling.
“God, me too,” he responds, taking the cigarette from my lips with two slim fingers. He brings the butt to his own, taking a long drag, the end lighting up in the dark room.
"Isn't using His name in vain a sin?" I smirk, watching Levi blow a thick cloud of smoke from his perfect lips.
"I don't think I have any right to judge sin at this current moment," Levi responds, passing the cigarette back to me. "I don't wanna talk about Him right now."
"Fair enough." I inhale deeply, letting the smoke fill up my lungs and the questions about how Levi is feeling after everything float through my brain.
“Can I ask you a question?” Levi asks, after we’ve finished the cigarette. His voice breaks me out of my inner monologue about everything so abruptly, I feel like I was snapped back into reality.
“Of course,” I respond, rolling over to look at Levi.
“How come my holy water didn’t work on you? And the cross didn’t burn you? You seemed so sure that I couldn't rid Killian’s body of you.” Levi looks at me as if he can see me just as clearly as he could in the daylight.
I freeze, not expecting that question and completely unsure of how to answer. Finally, I sigh, laying back down and pulling Levi closer to me. It doesn’t take much effort to get him to follow my lead. He lays his head down on my chest. “Hear that?” I ask.
“Yeah. It’s Killian’s heartbeat,” Levi responds, tilting his ear away from my chest and looking up at me again.
“No. That’s my heartbeat. I was born in this body. I’m not a full demon. My father was Asmodeus.”
“That’s why you reacted to his name, but I couldn't control you with it,” Levi interjects.
“Yeah. Asmodeus had sex with my mother and created me. Ever since I was small, my demon half and my human half have been at war. When I turned 26, I was finally able to burn away my humanity,” I explain, stroking his hair. I lean down and kiss him softly on the lips. “Well … most of it.”