Twisted Ecstasy

F*ck Me, Father, For I Have Sinned (Part 4)

The voices are ripping me apart. Every disgusting sin ever committed floods my brain until I can’t tell where I end and the evil begins. My whole body shakes on my knees in the garden while Lilith stands over me with that triumphant look on her face.

I can’t take it anymore.

“I belong to you, Lilith,” I choke out. “I’m yours… I surrender.”

The second the words leave my mouth, everything goes dead quiet. The voices vanish. The pressure disappears. I suck in a deep breath, tears still running down my cheeks.

Lilith’s golden eyes flash with pure satisfaction. “There we go. My good little priest.”

The garden around us melts and shifts. The roses die instantly. Stone walls rise up, twisted and broken. We’re suddenly inside a ruined version of a cathedral — stained glass shattered, altar cracked, crucifix hanging upside down. Candles flicker with black flames.

Lilith’s body seems even more overwhelming here. Deep red skin glowing, heavy breasts with dark, stiff n*****s, wide hips, thick powerful thighs, and that long tail swaying behind her like it has a mind of its own. Her black horns curve back elegantly, and those massive wings stretch wide before folding slightly. She looks like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever tried to kill with prayer.

She steps closer and runs those long black nails across my jaw.

“You’re going to worship me properly now,” she says softly.

She pushes me onto my back before turning around and lowering herself over me in a sixty-nine position. Her thick ass and soaked core hover above my face while her mouth lingers inches from my aching c**k.

I hesitate, shame burning through me even more.

Lilith’s tail snaps around my throat, not tight enough to choke, but enough to remind me who’s in control.

“Eat it, Father. Taste what you just gave yourself to.”

I grab her hips and pull her down onto my mouth. The moment my tongue touches her, she moans loudly. She tastes sweet and smoky, addictive. I lick deeper, messy and desperate, sucking on her swollen lips and flicking her c**t. Her juices coat my tongue, my chin, my cheeks. I’ve never done anything this filthy in my life.

Lilith laughs in delight, then swallows my c**k in one smooth motion.

The pleasure hits like lightning. Her mouth is impossibly hot and wet. She takes me all the way to the base, throat squeezing around me while her tongue works the underside. The wet, sloppy sounds echo through the ruined cathedral as she bobs her head fast.

I groan into her p***y and lick harder. My hands squeeze her ass, spreading her open. I push my tongue inside her, f*****g her with it. She grinds back against my face, smothering me in her heat and scent.

We devour each other like animals.

Her tail slides down and teases my balls while she sucks me. Then it moves lower, pressing and circling my asshole. I tense up, but she doesn’t push in — just teases, rubbing that smooth, warm tip against me while her mouth works my c**k like it owes her money.

“You taste so good, Father,” she murmurs during a brief pause, licking slowly from base to tip. “All that pent-up holy frustration. I could drink from you for hours.”

I’m losing my mind. This level of indulgence should not exist. I suck hard on her c**t and she cries out, thighs shaking around my head. Her wings flare open above us. She starts grinding faster while sucking me even sloppier — spit running down my balls, loud gurgling noises filling the church.

I’m right on the edge already.

She feels it and pulls off my c**k with a wet pop, squeezing the base hard with her hand.

“Hold it in,” she growls. “You surrendered, remember? That means I decide when you’re allowed to cum.”

“Yes, mistress,” I pant, voice muffled against her p***y.

“Good boy.”

She dives back down, taking me even deeper. Her throat squeezes rhythmically while her tail keeps teasing my ass. I attack her c**t with my tongue, sucking and licking like a man possessed. Her moans vibrate through my c**k and it feels so good I want to scream.

We roll slightly so she’s on top, riding my face while devouring me. Her heavy breasts press against my stomach. Her horns scrape my thighs as she moves. I’m drowning in her taste, her smell, her heat. My hips buck up into her mouth uncontrollably.

Every time I get close to exploding, she stops. She edges me mercilessly — bringing me right to the brink then squeezing or pulling off until the orgasm fades. Then she starts again. Over and over.

I’m crying again. This time from pure frustration and overwhelming pleasure.

“Please, Lilith,” I beg between licks. “I need to c*m. Please let me c*m in your mouth.”

She pulls off and strokes me slowly with her hand, thumb rubbing circles over the swollen head.

“Not tonight, my priest. But soon. When you finally give me everything.”

She spins around suddenly and kisses me hard. I can taste both of us on her tongue. While she kisses me, her hand and tail work my c**k together in long, twisting strokes. Her breasts press against my chest. Her wings wrap around us like a cocoon.

The pleasure builds again, even stronger. I’m right there, right on the edge of exploding—

Everything fades.

I wake up in my bed gasping for air.

My room is dark. My cassock is in shreds—torn open down the front, with scratch marks streaking across my chest and thighs. My c**k is still rock hard, angry red, twitching and leaking all over my stomach. There’s so much precum it looks like I came, but I didn’t. Not really.

Everywhere smells strongly of honey and smoke.

On the pillow right next to my head is one of her long black feathers and a single drop of something that resembles her release.

I lie there panting, body still trembling with denied relief. My mind is spinning. I can still taste her. I can still feel her throat around me and her body grinding against mine.

I reach down and touch one of the fresh scratch marks on my thigh. It stings.

This wasn’t just a dream.

She’s getting stronger, and some sick, broken piece of me already wants her to come back.

I stare at the ceiling, heart pounding, c**k remains throbbing uncomfortably.

What the hell have I done?