Claimed By Sin: Father Levi

Chapter Seven: Sin

Levi

I walked around the neatly decorated room that had paintings of gardens hung up. I studied the strokes, dragging my fingertips over the paint. There was pain behind each stroke, a story that was being told within these happy depictions.

I slowly made my way around to the small alcove that had stuffed animals packed into it. It was a variety of red pandas and foxes. I picked one up, holding it inches from my face. I studied it, shrugging and placing it back in its spot.

I turned, working my way over to the neatly made bed that appeared undisturbed. Running my knuckles over the velvet like bed spread, I halted just at the deep green pillow. I tightly balled my fist, leaning down inhaling. That wonderful smell hit my nose, pulling my forehead to the fabric. I stayed there, letting the rose and jasmine fragrance penetrate my senses.

My c**k raged against my pants as I pulled back, adjusting myself.

The room I was standing in belonged to her. I decided to break in and check on her since she hasn’t been to our meetings in a couple of weeks. My head turned when the bathroom door clicked. I quickly went into the darkened corner, hiding just behind the door as she stepped out.

My goddess emerged, the steam concealing her angelic body. She had a white towel wrapped around her head. She had a toothbrush stuffed in her mouth as she walked to her bed, her phone in her hand.

I watched her as she sat on the edge, her ankles neatly crossed over one another. She used her left hand to move the toothbrush while using her right to flick through her phone. I slowly inched my way along the wall, working my way to the closet that nestled to the left of her bathroom. I froze when her phone went off.

“Hello?” She answered, her voice muffled as she stood up, removing the brush from her mouth and heading back to the bathroom. My jaw tightened as her perfect breasts bounced with each step she took, her pink buds pointed into perfect peaks. Water droplets curved around her waist, gliding down her voluptuous thighs. I bit my lip, hard when she walked by, her round ass jiggly like her t**s. My teeth penetrated my skin, drawing forth the iron substance that snapped my brain back to hiding.

I quickly slipped into her closet, stuffing myself into the back corner. Luckily the space was tall. I sit at a good six foot six, most closets require me to duck.

“No Shelby, I can’t leave my house.” Her voice wiggled its way from the bathroom, through the slits of the closet door. I clenched my fists tightly as I strained to listen in on her conversation.

“No, I can’t slip out either. Daddy has a bunch of guards surrounding the house…” I closed my eyes while listening to her. Guards who aren’t well trained. I was able to slip into here. “Plus he’s monitoring my calls. He’s probably going to call me right now asking me what we’re talking about.” I heard her bed squeak as she took a seat, prompting me to peek through the slits. My breath halted in my throat as she sat cross legged on the edge, still–naked. Her hair was down, landing on her shoulders and cascading down her arms. It clung to her body, wrapping around her breasts. She reached up with her free hand, pulling strands through her fingertips as she sighed.

“I miss hanging out with you too, Shelby. Yes, we need to see each other–just not now. Yes. I’m sorry. Ok, I will call you later bestie.” Her face dropped from a small smile to a vacant look as she hung up.

“I’m sorry Shelby.” She whispered, running her finger over her phone. “I probably will never see you again.” She placed her phone next to her, then flopped backward, sprawling her arms and legs out. Digging my nails into my palms, I leaned back. My eyes were fixated on her exposed p***y. It was perfectly smooth–its color peaking out from behind its lips. I could feel my manhood press against my fabric, pulsating while my heart raced. Closing my eyes, I inhaled a deep breath, holding it in my lungs while I tried to calm myself down.

“She’s right there– just open the door…” A distorted voice slipped through my mind. “Ripe for the taking. Who knows, maybe if you defile her they won’t take her from you.” A chuckle vibrated through my ears.

“Stop it.” I mumbled, pressing my back into the wall.

“Oh, don’t look now then Levi– she’s touching herself.” The voice switched from my right side to my left. My eyes slipped open, the view from the closet distorted due to the slits, but there she was. Legs spread, her fingers holding her labia open as her other hand’s index finger circled her c**t. Her other digits slowly slid in and out of her opening, her breath coming out in drawn out moans. Her voice is sweet like honey, smooth like the best whiskey I’ve ever had. My brows furrowed, my heart slamming into my ribs.

“Come on… touch yourself. Wouldn't it be oh so blissful if you two c*m together?”

My hand slowly slipped to my pants, rubbing my bulge. I sucked in a breath, my eyes focusing on her. I pulled my zipper down, pulling myself out. Precum already soaking my tip, making my crown slick and sticky. I dragged my fingers down my shaft, then back up as I focused on her rhythm. Her fingers slowly moved in and out, her hips wiggling while gasping.

“Oh–how I want it so badly…” She moaned, moving her fingers faster. Her index rubbed her c**t more. My digits tightened around my c**k while I picked my speed up. My breath came out short and ragged. Her back arched while her legs clamped around her hand.

“Oh–fuck…I want you in me. Please–” She moaned, her hand going faster. My plam became slick, the heat from the friction of my hand erupted around my shaft as my balls tightened. Pleasure waved over my core, my release just on the edge. Her harmonic moans increased as her body shook, her legs trembled as she choked in breaths. Her orgasm on the brink as her voice wavered. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Just as I pumped the final stroke, her lips breathed out words that had my unholy seed erupting from my tip.

“I’m cumming Levi! Don’t stop!” The words filled my body with a pleasure that no drug I’ve ever tasted could. I stood there, choking on a huff as my hand filled with my sticky warmth. Her body slumped, her panting filled the air sending goosebumps erupting over my skin.

Her chest heaved up and down while she placed her forearm over her eyes.

“f**k!” Her tone was sharp and low as she sat up. Her perfectly rosy n*****s were pointed and perky. She wrapped her arm around herself, her cheeks flushed as she hauled herself off the bed. She mumbled to herself while walking to the bathroom. Once I heard the door click shut, I opened the closet, taking a step out. I stood there, holding my sticky hand out while I used my free one to zip up my zipper. My jaw twitched while I took a step forward, stepping up to her bed. There was a small wet spot from where she laid right next to her damp towel. I bent down, wiping my hand on the wet fabric. My nose hovered over the spot her juices dripped down onto.

I hovered over it, sticking my tongue out and licking it. f**k.

I snapped back, standing up and adjusting myself. Turning on my heel, I quietly exited her room and followed the path I took to get in.

Standing on the street, the lights of the cars flashed by my vision while I stared into the electric parade. My chest tightened as I recalled my fiasco from moments ago. Exiting her house was just as easy as it was to break in. If only I would have kidnapped her then and there…

I shook my head, reaching into my pocket and grabbing my rosary. I need to sit in front of that statue and repent.

“Ha! Repent?” The distorted voice made a comeback. I tilted my head, scanning the street before I crossed. “You’re too far gone–Father.”

“Shut up.” I hissed while walking across the pavement.

“No, no. You’re so far gone I’m out now.” The voice lowered into that demonic tone.

“Then go back to that hole you crawled in ten years ago.” I mumbled, tucking my head down as I walked down the street.

“I was with you since you were born… The voice that always told you to harm.” My mind flashed to ten year old me beating up a child on the playground. A grin was plastered on my face as droplets of blood laid strewn across my cheeks. He was so severely beaten he had to be put on life support.

“I am now a man of God. That’s why you were suppressed for so long.”

“Keep telling yourself that. I’ve always been here. Just–scratching at the surface to remind you who you really are.”

“No. I am not what you and my father labeled me…

“Yes, yes you are Koschei.”

“I said SHUT UP!” I roared, spinning around. No one was there except some startled people who eyed me up and down. I ground my teeth, turning and heading back in the direction I was heading. My voice was right… I left my past when I was twenty six. I took the road of priesthood due to–an unfortunate event. It was a struggle to push all that down, overcome it and become who I am today. But he was always there. Now he’s more prominent than ever. And with recent events, I don’t think I can repent for the boundaries– the vows I’ve broken.

I shook my head as I flexed my knuckles, striding over to where I had my car parked. Opening the door, I slid in, wrapping my fingers around the steering wheel. I gripped the plastic tightly, the skin wrapping my joints turning white while my door hung open letting the rain pelt in.

I stared blankly ahead, the water cascading down the glass, the reflective surface flickering. The scenery in front of me turned into a crimson wash. I gritted my teeth, lowering my head as the blood smeared across the windshield. A sound had my head snapping to the left, my vision peering out the open car door. My lungs froze as my heart frantically beat into my hallowed chest.

Standing there was a child covered in blood. A distorted smile was etched into his face, well what was left of his face. He was missing his right half, the skull was charred with flecks of flesh hanging on by a string. The muscle gone, teeth missing and his eyeball was bubbled like homemade pudding. My brows furrowed as my eyes scanned the boy.

“Come on mister…” His voice was strained, riddled with pain as he took a step forward on a bent, broken leg. The shin bone crackled as it protruded out the skin, he dragged the broken limb as he walked toward me, reaching out. Fingers stretched, bones exposed as a horrid squelching sound rang through my ears. My jaw tensed as the smell of burning flesh circled my nose.

“Come play with me.” The child's voice lowered into a distorted mangled mess. I snapped my gaze away, staring back out the window. My chest heaved up and down as the glass stayed stained in that wonderful red.

“You’ll never be enough–” The child's voice whispered next to my ear.

“You will never atone, never succeed in burying me…” His voice moved to my right side. “Don’t fool yourself, stop this charade–father.”

“No. I refuse. I managed to find faith…”

“Faith? You mean a blindfold to cover your eyes to who you are.” The voice pitched up, giggling. I shut my eyes, my jaw twitching while my fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

“You can’t be whole without me. You can’t walk the path to Eden unless…”

“Stop!” I screamed, slamming my hand on the horn. The loud sound echoed through the cabin of the vehicle, snapping my brain back to reality. I sucked a breath through my teeth, reaching out and closing my door. I put the keys in the ignition and turned. My car roared to life, the vibration shooting through my bones. A crackle crinkled its way through my eardrums, causing me to wince.

“You’ll never be loved–never be safe unless you let us take the reins.” Two voices wiggled their way through my ears, morphed together yet not syncinized. I swallowed hard, putting my foot on the gas pedal.

I chewed the inside of my cheek, staring ahead as my car moved forward. My chest screamed at me, my heart ached like it was breaking as the words left my lips.

“No.”