Twisted Ecstasy

F*ck Me, Father, For I Have Sinned (Part 5)

I cannot erase the memories from my mind.

No matter what I do, she is there. When I try to pray, I feel her tongue instead. When I walk the halls, my c**k throbs because I keep remembering how she tasted. Everything fails. Every attempt to distract myself collapses.

The other priests prepare to leave for the sick visits. Father Bernard looks at me and asks, “Are you joining us today?”

I shake my head. “I am not feeling well.”

It is not a lie. My body feels drained. Weak. Like something is pulling the life out of me. I know it is her doing. But I do not care. I would die for another taste of her.

They leave. The rectory falls silent. I am alone with this aching need.

I try to fight it. I drink cold water. I press my palms into my eyes until I see stars. Nothing works.

I lock myself in my room. My hands shake as I sit down. I pull my cassock up and take my c**k out. It is already wet at the tip. I wrap my hand around it and start stroking.

“Lilith…” I whisper.

I move slowly at first, thinking about her mouth, the heat, the way she kissed me. My hand speeds up. My arm burns. Sweat rolls down my back. I keep repeating her name.

“Lilith… please. I need you.”

Nothing happens. The room stays empty. Disappointment hits me. Maybe she does not want me anymore. That thought makes my chest hurt. I don’t stop stroking. Instead, I quicken the pace. Desperate. My balls feel tight. Pre-c*m drips everywhere.

“Damn you!” I curse out loud. “Come to me. I will give you anything.”

Just when I am about to give up, the atmosphere shifts. That honey-smoke scent I know so well fills the entire space. She appears in human form—black hair, soft curves, a pretty face. She looks beautiful, but I want more.

I stand up fast and pull her into a deep kiss. My tongue pushes into her mouth. When I pull back, I look her in the eyes.

“Change,” I say. “I want your true form. All of it.”

She smiles in that wicked way that makes my stomach flip. Then she steps back and presses her bare foot right on my c**k. Her sole drags along my length, toes curling over the head, pressing down just enough to make me groan. I leak all over her foot.

Without hesitation, she undresses me. Naked now, she cuts a thin line across my chest. Blood rises. She licks it slowly, eyes closed as if savoring something sacred. Afterward, she slices her palm and holds it to my lips. Her blood tastes sweet and wrong. It makes my head spin.

She pushes me flat and crawls over me. Circling her tongue over my n*****s, she licks them deliberately. She sucks one while pinching the other. I groan and arch my back. She teases my chest for several minutes, licking, biting, and sucking until my n*****s are red and sensitive.

Stepping back, she transforms. Her skin deepens into crimson. Horns curl outward. Wings spread wide as her body transfigures into a more powerful form. Whatever state I’m in makes her breathing quicken, her reactions heighten as she takes me in.

I drop to my knees to worship her like she is my new religion.

I begin at her feet, kissing every toe before my tongue slips between them. My hands slide up her strong calves as I press my lips to the backs of her knees. I bury my face between her thighs, breathing her in deeply, then drag my tongue through her folds with reverent hunger. I eat her out until her legs tremble uncontrollably. Rising higher, I lavish her breasts with attention—squeezing their fullness, nibbling the soft skin beneath, sucking her n*****s until they shine with my spit. I kiss down her stomach, across her ribs, and to the base of her wings, adoring every inch of her crimson skin while she moans softly and runs her claws through my hair.

“Elias… you are getting so good at this,” she breathes.

Not being able to wait anymore, the beast inside me breaks free. All those years of holding back are gone.

I stand to grab my silk stole and tie it tightly around her eyes. She lets out a surprised, excited laugh. I pull out the chains I use for the censer during special Masses and lock her wrists together behind her back. The metal clicks shut. She tests them and moans, clearly loving it.

“Oh? Is my shy priest finally waking up?” she purrs.

Pushing her onto the bed, I spread her legs wide and line up. With one rough thrust, I bury myself inside her soaked p***y.

She gasps. “f**k… yes.”

This is the best feeling ever. It’s incredibly hot in a way that drives me even more insane. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on.

I grab her horns and use them to pull her back on my c**k. The first merciless thrust makes her scream. A raw, shocked sound that turns into a drawn-out moan.

“Ahhh! Elias!”

I keep pounding into her, refusing to ease up. Her body jolts with every thrust. She begins to change form. p***y tighter. Skin darker. Each change only drives me harder.

“More,” she moans. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

I flip her over, pull her chained arms back, and rail her from behind. The chains rattle. Her ass bounces. I land a firm spank.

“You like that?” I growl.

“Yes… f**k yes!” she cries.

In the middle of it, while buried deep inside her, the words escape.

“I love you,” I confess, voice rough. “I f*****g love you, Lilith.”

She moans louder at my words. “Then prove it. f**k me like you mean it.”

I grab her horns again and slam into her brutally. She screams. Real, broken screams that fill the room. I bang her until she reaches an overwhelming climax, shuddering and cursing.

As she starts begging, I slow down and tease her.

“Go on,” she splutters. “Give me your c*m. Fill me.”

I continue the sluggish strokes. “No.”

“Elias… I need it,” she whines. “I want every drop inside me. Breed your demon.”

I torment her beyond her limits. Bringing her close, then pulling out. She changes forms again and again, trying to break me. Her moans turn desperate and filthy.

Finally I cannot hold back. I grab her horns, hold her tight, and f**k her with everything I have. She screams my name and comes again, p***y squeezing me firmly. I thrust deep and explode inside her, groaning loud as I pump rope after rope of c*m into her.

I collapse beside her, panting as I try to catch my breath. My body is utterly drained.

Lilith pulls the blindfold off. She smiles, climbs on top of me, and straddles my waist.

“Tired already?” she asks. “Who says we are done? I want every single drop of your seed until there is nothing left inside you.”

My c**k twitches instantly, swelling erect once more beneath her. Excitement rushes through me.

I look up at her and smile.

“As you wish, Mistress,” I say. “Your humble slave is forever yours to use. Drain me dry. Take everything I have.”

She laughs softly, wicked and pleased, then starts grinding against me.

This is going to be a very long day.