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The door to his office creaks open, and his body reacts before he has time to process her voice.
His throat constricts as he quickly hooks a finger along the clerical collar poking between his black button-up shirt, willing the budding arousal away; but he knows it’ll be back.
She’d planted the seed in him, with her soft, angelic voice that had left him rock hard in the confessional last week after her graphic description of the dark, twisted thoughts that plagued her mind.
Leon had been a member of the clergy for six years now. Not once had he been faced with such temptation.
He's the youngest member aside from Luis Sera, who was particularly popular among the female churchgoers, he’d heard of the downfall that’s caused his dear friend, to slip into the temptation. Leon had told himself after hearing of the secret affairs, that should temptation ever cross his path, he’d be strong; armed with the glory of the Holy Spirit.
He notices her legs first, emerging from the faint glow of the hallway, where frankincense incense wafted in, hitting his senses in a strange haze as his eyes trail over her creamy skin, legs that curved into the white dress she’d chosen for today’s baptism.
The dress is anything but virginal, much less modest. It hangs just below the tops of her thighs, with sleeves that she nervously tugs on.
Crimson red nails to be exact, and Leon is worried by how thrilling this felt; like his own personal devil jabbing him with a pitchfork soaked in excitement he hadn’t felt in years, it comes tumbling back, like an old friend.
Or an itch, he can’t decipher the source of the nostalgia; not when she’s looking at him expectantly.
He smiles, rising from his chair. “Ashley,” He regards her, flickering his gaze to the wolfish grin that looked out of place on her, so misleading. Truly, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“Did you enjoy the ceremony?” He asks, circling his desk, the thud of his office door shutting behind her rumbles through him, and he soaks in the strange feeling that something was going to happen.
A test of some sort, and he wasn’t prepared.
Sweat cooled the nape of his neck as she lets out a sigh.
“Yeah, actually I came to uh, talk about it,” Ashley says, moving from the large oak door to the leather couch that sat opposite his desk.
He tries not to ruminate on the billow of her skirt, fluttering over her thighs and taunting him, bathed in the golden hues of the sconce light fixtures. His spine steels as he watches her loop one leg over the other.
Leon crosses his arms. “Sure, go ahead,”
The slip of her pink tongue tugging her lip inside her mouth is distracting and he can hardly focus on the sudden blaze of questions—-” Uh, yeah, you’d need to go through the rite of acceptance,” He says, narrowing his eyes on her like a missile about to strike. “Forgive me for asking, but what…interests you in getting baptized?”
“Well, I was hoping it would cleanse me, y’know of all those impure thoughts,” The way her stare pins him down is terrifying, reminding him that he is just a man with urges, with a hunger that connects them. Something he noticed the moment she walked through the church doors.
It’s a pity he hadn’t met her before he took his oath. The things he’d do, say, it burns at the tip of his tongue as she stands, and he’s helpless despite their physical differences.
He could easily tap into the years of training he went through in the Police Academy should she try anything, he could stop her; lead her to another church. Away from him.
“What’re you thinking about, Father?” She asks, looking up at him through her lashes, pupils blown out over pools of green—her tone is soft, bitter on his tongue that he wants to bite, keep himself from cracking.
“About you,” He says huskily.
Ashley sighs through her nose, the woodsy cologne mixed with frankincense that comes off him, makes her shiver—-” What about me?”
Leon uncrosses his arms, drawing in a long breath. “Your confession,” He says, heat twisting in his stomach at the vivid memory and the glint in Ashley’s eyes makes him feel small, weak.
“Oh,” Her brows rise, and she pulls her blonde hair behind her ear. “Nothing…bad, right?”
“Depends,” Leon chuckles. “Your confession was flattering, you’ve got…a way with words,”
His ice-blue eyes slip over her lips then, sending a current of heat between her thighs, making her hollow; empty like she’d been starved for weeks—-” You liked it then? Telling you how turned on I got when you washed me on Holy Thursday?”
Leon flinches at her words. Glancing to his left, where a crucifix hung on his wall, a beacon of hope, a push to fight this.
“Perhaps some bible studies would do you some good,” He says finally, voice strained as he dares to look at her again, his face is searing hot; blood pressure rising when her mouth opens again.
“If that’s what you think will save me,” Ashley shrugs. “But honestly, Father, I don’t think it will,”
“You can’t give up that easily,” He says firmly, holding her stare. “You’re still a child of God, we all fall short of his glory,”
He makes the mistake of brushing a hand over her shoulder, the heat of her stare burns a hole in his hand as she takes it, holding it palm up in careful consideration. “Have you ever fallen short?” She asks, still looking at his hand; acting as if he’s not there.
Leon curls his fingers around hers as she experimentally follows the lines etched into his palm. “Of course, I’m human,” He scoffs.
“Right but you’re so strict,” Ashley runs her fingers under the sleeve of his shirt, tickling his senses, his nostrils flare as she flickers her green eyes up to his. “Hard to believe you’ve ever sinned,”
“You’d be surprised then,” Leon smiles, watching her touch him. He knows he should pull back, but he can’t help but let the sensation seep into his skin and bones; and perhaps later when he’s in the safety of his own bed, he can finally touch himself.
And reward himself with the memory of her small hands touching his, poking trails along his palm with red nails that he wants clawing into his skin, leaving welts that prickle with blood.
It’s twisted, taking advantage of God’s mercy, but Leon needs some form of release to keep him from completely losing himself altogether. He must pick the lesser evil here and hope for forgiveness.
“Well, surprise me then,” Ashley challenges, taking control of his hand and rendering him useless and he watches her guide his tan, much larger hand over her supple breast.
The soft fabric of her dress molds against his palm as he dips his fingers into plush skin, a moan crawls up his throat; hot and vicious. The memory of the last time he’d touched a woman comes tumbling back, unwinding like a reel of film and Leon’s nostrils flare as he gropes her harder, the claws of arousal sinking into his senses like oil.
His lips part and words disappear on his tongue as Ashley leans up to kiss him.
The room is a blur, the golden crucifix now a simple piece of decoration; the eye of God no longer a threat in Leon’s pulsing vision, taking in the slip of clothes, the warmth of skin, and the taste of artificial cherry on Ashley’s lips and tongue.
His shirt pops open and the growl she lets out is spine-chilling, much like the stories he’s heard from fellow Priests’ of Demons and how misleading their appearances could be; how alluring they were, with voices that could put Sirens to shame.
Leon had never encountered such supernatural creatures, he’d come to the conclusion that the real demons were already inside us; that humankind was the real threat.
He’d rather hold the predator accountable, not the invisible force that led him to the crime; it was a pathetic excuse that he’d heard time and time again as a cop and even now, as a priest.
However as he watches through heavy lids, he wonders if he miscalculated their claims, perhaps an evil force had driven the knife, took control and left the consequences like a thief in the night, escaping with a nefarious smile. Leaving the poor human to clean up the mess.
Ashley latches onto his neck, like a vampire; digging her teeth into his pulse, his heart thunders and he cradles the back of her neck, his mouth is dry despite the water collecting in the back of his throat.
He grips the edge of his desk, it skids against the hardwood floor as Ashley lashes her tongue, following the trail of his Adam’s apple, Leon whines; tilting his head back—-” You’re trembling, Father,” Ashley whispers, her saliva cooling on his fevered skin, he can feel the sting of her bite.
His brows furrow, staring down at her. “This is sacrilegious,” He smiles, filling his lungs as she mirrors the hunger in his eyes.
“Which makes this so much hotter,” Ashley laughs, dragging her small hands over the hills of his pectorals, and the dips and curves of his sinking stomach, he was a masterpiece. “You can’t tell me humans aren’t meant to sin, with how merciful our Lord is,”
Leon groans when she feels his cock, straining against the inseam of his jeans. “It’s wrong to take advantage of it,” He says, flaring his blue eyes at her as she sinks to her knees; nice and slow so that he could savor the memory.
“Then why don’t you stop me?” Ashley asks, skillfully undoing his belt, the leather sliding under metal pierces his eardrums and he licks his lips, leaning back into the desk for leverage.
“Because,” He reaches a hand to the crown of her head, pulling her blonde hair into his fist—-” This is hot,” He scoffs, heat crawling up the muscles of his cheeks as she yanks his jeans down to his knees. “I’ve thought of you and your confession,” Leon tilts his head to the side, studying how she pales at the sight of his erection, and he smiles again. “Somehow I knew this would happen,”
Ashley blinks up at him, a pretty blush slowly returning to her cheeks. “What do you mean?”
“Us,” Leon reiterates, pulling the hair on her scalp, she winces and her chest juts out, letting out a little noise reminiscent of a kitten.
The stifling air of his offices sends a stroke of heat to the base of his exposed cock, weeping precum and throbbing in her hand.
Leon can’t look away, like his first emergency call as a cop, the brutality was gut-wrenching; and despite the bile in his throat he couldn’t stop watching it unfold, sinking into his brain to torment him the rest of his life. It aches in the back of his head, as heat unfurls in the pit of his stomach watching Ashley, a nineteen-year-old girl, troubled and seeking comfort in all the wrong places.
He should stop her, but he ignores the voice and continues to be pliant to her twisted determination to suck him off.
Her mouth is hot and wet, scorching around his sensitive skin that practically melts into the back of her throat, stretching around his cockhead with an onslaught of saliva and a rumbling gag that strokes his revived ego.
She hollows her cheeks, bracing her hands on either side of his thighs as she gags around him, the slick, sloppy sounds mix with his perverted panting, flooding his eardrums and swarming his nervous system with electric shock.
It takes more strength than it should to yank her off his dick, and the lewd ‘pop’ that follows has him about to burst right then and there.
Ashley gives him a confused look as he unravels his hand from around her head, letting her shoulder-length hair fall over her shoulders.
“Stand up,” He demands.
With wobbly legs, she obliges and rubs the heels of her hands into her sore, red knees.
Leon grabs her and in a flash he has her back against the top of his desk, the clatter and thud of pens and books fizzle into the background as he yanks her panties down; they slip off and hang over her ankle, her black heel slipping off her foot as Leon hovers over her, cradling himself between her thighs.
He bunches her dress up, exposing her stomach, swarming with butterflies.
“Tell me more,” Leon begins, voice resonating through her core like rolling thunder, her clit throbs; and Ashley can feel the slip of her arousal wetting the ridge of his cock that pokes teasingly over her slit—” I wanna know everything, all the dirty, fucked up thoughts you have about me,”
Ashley swallows the lump in her throat, staring up into his stormy gaze. “The moment I saw you,” She starts, taking in the heat of his breath fanning over her face, her voice hardly above a whisper as she recollects. “When I walked in during evening mass, late,”
“I remember,” Leon chuckles, watching with mirth how Ashley arches her hips into him; desperate for friction. “You had that schoolgirl uniform on,”
She nods, heart pounding. “It was after school, and I didn’t wanna go home yet,”
“Yeah, you cornered me after mass with all those questions,” Leon leans back, finding her entrance with ease as the memory floods back—-” It was so obvious you didn’t pay attention to the service,”
Ashley steels against the intrusion, heat sizzling in the muscles of her pussy, clamping down and surrendering to him. “You’re so sexy,” She gasps out, looping her arms around his shoulders. “I wanted you to fuck me right there, in front of the congregation,”
Leon growls, the thought blazing in his mind’s eye like open fire, taking Ashley on the Holy altar, hearing her cries echoing off the ornate walls, tainting the church in delicious sin as his flock watches in horror, it makes his stomach sink, recoil in a cocktail of disgust and arousal.
Grabbing the undersides of her thighs, Leon beats his hips into her, maintaining eye contact with Ashley, watching how her alabaster skin turns into a splotchy red, gleaming with a sheen of sweat.
“I wanted you too,” Leon admits, digging his thumbs into the muscle of her thighs, fighting against his brutal pace—-” When you smiled at me and looked at me with those eyes, fuck—” He’s cut off by a grunt, nose flaring as pleasure builds in his cock, pushing against the flood of her walls sinking around him like a vice.
“You had me so hard, and your confession,” He rumbles, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his neck, he moves to grip the desk, hands hot and clammy against the wood; Ashley roams under his shirt, feeling his body, digging her nails into his skin and his eyes roll back and he takes hold of her legs again and spreads her wider; the slap of skin drowning out their noises of pleasure.
“Was so nervous,” Ashley pants, arching into him like a bow, sinking her nails deep—-” Thought you’d hate me,”
“I could never hate you,” Leon can feel the familiar pull of his orgasm, rushing through his dick and weeping precum along Ashley’s insides, marking her pussy as he pistons harder and faster.
That invisible force is anything but discreet, like a fog consuming his better judgment; he can feel the obscene urge to fill her take over, toss caution to the wind and have her dripping with his cum; fuck it into her and give her the twisted fantasy she described in confession.
He’s useless to the voice of reason, taking a hand between their slick bodies, Leon watches as her pretty green eyes roll into the back of her head as he strokes her clit, her pussy tightens as her hips jerk, forcing him flush against her cervix.
Ashley can feel heat wash over her womb, pleasure and the slightest sting of pain stretches her out, seeping into her walls and her chest caves as her lungs empty, her breath hitching in her throat as her clit thrums first and liquid heat washes over her cunt in a tidal wave; pulsing and twitching around his cock, bottomed out and grinding against the beat of her orgasm.
Her mind blanks, as her body seizes, buckling against the high and she releases a mewl, going limp as Leon slows; and her vision slowly settles.
Leon slips out, careful and slow, arousal swirling his stomach at the sight of his cum drooling out of her pussy and onto his desk.
“Holy shit,” Ashley gasps, sitting up on her elbows, glowing like an angel under the shadowy lights. “You sure know how to fuck good, for a priest,”
Leon blushes at her vulgarity as he pulls up his jeans, the gravity of what happened silently sinking around him like a rubber band.
“Did you have any more questions?” Leon asks backtracking to their previous conversation, focusing on the buttons of his shirt, he grumbles lightly when he realizes some buttons were missing or hanging by a thread.
“Nope,” Ashley slips off the desk and pulls her panties back up with a smile—-” Although I am curious about some passages and the rite you mentioned, maybe I can come by later this week and we can discuss it?” She asks, green eyes darkening as she watches him.
Leon lets out a sigh of frustration, God help him. “Sure, how does Friday sound?”