A little snippet from Father Joseph's point of view.
Featuring public sex, the threat of discovery, breathplay, degrading language, and a bit of blood. He is a vampire after all.
Life in the church had grown rather boring. At least, it had been until the little investigator came to town. That dear lost lamb, refusing to take part in the sacrament, it maddened me. Sitting in the confessional booth, I listened carefully to the sins one of my flock recounted. Minor, stupid things, and I nearly said as much. Still, the thought of the investigator, of fresh blood and free will, of a challenge, made my dead heart want to race with anticipation.
"Come to my side, and show me how repentant you truly are," I ordered.
"Yes Father," it replied, a dumb little plaything that had no desire to be anything more. It was truly shocking, just how many humans were so willing to debase themselves in all manner of ways after they'd been stripped clean of their inhibitions. My blood did little more than free them from the shackles of their shame, leaving eager, gasping bodies that ached to serve their one true God in the most carnal of ways.
The curtain opened, and my toy was quick to open the wooden door to my side of the confessional. It slipped inside, the door locking us in together with a soft click. I didn't smile, but it was a near thing. Such stupid, mindless creatures, amusing, but oh so boring when one wanted conversation. Luckily for this particular toy, it wasn't conversation I was after.
"Well then? What are you waiting for?" I asked, spreading my legs as I leant back against the wall of the confessional.
It would be more amusing, watching it strip bare in such a cramped space, if the thing before me was capable of being embarrassed. A shame, that I had liberated it so fully. Perhaps it was time to experiment once more. To wean a select few off of my blood and see if they still wished to serve so eagerly. They always had in the past. And oh how they would squirm and blush and beg when their little heads got clearer. When they could actually comprehend the world around them without the haze of my influence clouding their silly little thoughts.
"Relax, and kneel. Suck me, get me wet and dripping before I fuck your tight little hole," I murmured, my hand resting atop its head as it knelt between my legs. Footsteps drew near, and I groaned at the interruption as the toy between my thighs moved my cassock up and out of the way. "Not a sound from you," I ordered, practically feeling when my words took hold.
It wouldn't be able to even think about going against my will, too wrapped up in my influence to do anything but eagerly obey. I looked down, watching hungrily as it undid the button of my slacks, freeing me. A second later, as the curtain opened once more, it swallowed me down in one practiced move.
"Welcome my child, speak and I shall listen," I said, voice almost warm, welcoming in a way I did not have to be. The church suited me, and I suited it, though the pope would likely keel over dead at seeing just what kinds of penance were offered in these hallowed halls.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned, it has been many years since my last confession," spoke the voice of the newcomer. The one person in the entire town I did not control, the lost lamb that refused to join the flock. Arousal gripped me tighter. A smile spreading across my face that none would bear witness to. If only the little investigator could see beyond the screen of the confessional, perhaps it would see the depravity that took place mere inches away.
My hand made the sign of the cross on reflex alone, the sound of rustling fabric hopefully covering the barely there sound of a careful, but eager mouth.
"I do not know where to start Father. I know that I have committed blasphemy, that I have laid with others out of wedlock, that I have taken the Lord's name in vain," it spoke, and I let my hand tangle in the hair of my toy.
"What sins have driven you to confess today my child? Surely you would not confess after years of silence if not for something in particular," I asked, as if I didn't have a mouth eagerly swallowing me down to the hilt. As if I did not intend on fucking a stupid little slut the second this lost lamb left the area.
"I-, I have lusted for a servant of God, in detail," it admitted, sounding mortified at saying the words aloud. It had no way of knowing that I had driven it to do so with a meeting of our eyes during the homily. It did not know that I knew the exact fantasy I had infected its mind with. It had been so long since I had a plaything that wasn't completely brainless, I'd nearly forgotten how much fun it truly was.
"It is human, to be attracted to someone, even when you should be thinking of other things. Is that why you denied yourself the sacrament my child? These lustful thoughts?"
"Yes Father."
"And is that all that brings you to me? Blasphemy? My child, sex is no sin. It is human, natural, there is no need to shame yourself for such things. Even the holiest of us have urges, whether or not we indulge them is between us and God. As you have taken no oaths, no penance is needed beyond that required for such blasphemy and for going without confession for so long."
I can practically hear its confusion. No doubt it thought that I would ridicule it, belittle it, for these sins. For these simple acts that the church at large painted as nearly demonic. Perhaps it had wanted my derision, my scorn. I would need to observe and adjust this game of mine accordingly.
"Ten Hail Mary's, and a rite of contrition before bed tonight, and upon waking in the morning. By the grace of God you will be forgiven, and you shall be worthy of the sacrament once more," I murmured, eager to bury myself properly within this toy of mine, eager to get the lost lamb to go on its way.
"Thank you Father. May the lord be with you," it murmured, already standing from what I could hear.
"And with your spirit my child," I replied, listening to the sound of the curtain opening, to the retreating footsteps. When it had ventured far enough away, I turned my full attention down to the trembling body between my legs.
"Up," I snarled, eager in a way I rarely was these days.
My toy gasped for air, and I laughed, a little cruelly, as I hauled it up into my lap. It weighed little more than a feather in my grasp, as fragile and delicate as porcelain when confronted with a being like myself.
"Quiet, let me use you, let me show you exactly what you're good for you whore," I ordered, getting a grasp under its thighs to maneuver it properly. It took no effort at all to hold it in place, to fuck up in to its willing body, claiming it in the name of God once more. Slick sounds echoed in the booth, and I watched with cruel amusement as it tried to stay silent. "Stop breathing. You're being too loud. A hole shouldn't be loud. A hole should be quiet and thankful that its being fucked. Stop. Breathing."
And just like that, its heart raced, air frozen in its lungs. Perhaps I would let it pass out, let it regain consciousness speared on my cock, being fucked for as long as it amused me.
Leaning forward, I bit at its bottom lip, drawing blood as its heart raced ever faster, its body twitching and tensing in my grasp. "Breathe," I ordered, watching it gasp and pant as I leant in, licking the blood from its chin, following the path to the delicate skin that I had broken open mere moments before. The taste was sublime. Endorphins and iron that made me shudder as I chased after every stray drop.
Footsteps drew near again, and I pulled back with a grin, a wide and vicious thing as I slowed my thrusts, lowering my toy down into my lap properly. "Grind down against me, you're going to be quiet, and you're going to fuck yourself on my cock. If you make a single noise, I'll make sure you pass out this time. Am I understood little whore?"
"Yes Father."
A smile crossed my face as I made myself comfortable, my hands resting on undulating hips as the curtain opened once more.
"Welcome my child. Speak on your sins, and I shall listen."
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