Hopeful Sin Ch 11

Filliandari

She awakened Light-knows-when later. She was naked and draped on her demon like a blanket, though it was she who was being warmed. Unbound and sooo wonderfully sore. Moving slightly made her realize her ass hurt. Water, she also needed water. Thinking back to how much fluid she lost she realized she was also on clean sheets. The air still smelled arousingly familiar to her over sexed mind.

"Mmmm..." she groaned... or moaned. The difference was nonexistent in her current state of confused sensations and desire. More. She wanted more. But with logic and reason back in play, she understood that more at this point would be painful on her poor abused rear. And she should probably see to her hygiene and other needs, as her throat ground dryly, forcing her to swallow several times in order to get some moisture back into her mouth. She felt clean, at least. Eris was busy. And... oh shit!

Filli bolted upright asking in a panic, "What time is it?"

"I have no idea?" Eris asked as much as answered, reaching over to the bedside dresser and grabbing a glass of water, holding it out to Filli.

"I need to know, I can't miss my prayers!" she rasped out, before taking the glass and chugging it, then she quickly moved to get off the bed and collect her clothes.

"Morning bells rang soon after you passed out... we did a late excursion, my Honey Pot. But, we have not yet heard the noon bells. Though I suspect they won't be long out."

"I should get ready for afternoon service." Filli is blushing, mortified by missing morning prayer for the first time in... in memory. Goddess forgive her, she'll have to be more careful. While she could pray for her spell compliment for the day at any time... She could only imagine how bad of a situation would arise if Asher decided to pay a visit here and now.

"Of course. You should bring back a priest," Eris suggested casually, reminding her of her agreement, "You'll want to get back soon though if you don't want to miss tomorrow morning..." he grinned wickedly at the thought of torturing her for eighteen hours.

Filli's body clenched orgasmically with the force of its agreement and she shivered hard enough to make her stumble as she fumbled with her robe, and, still blushing, she fled the room with only her underwear and robes, getting out before he had a chance to talk her into staying here with him forever.

She barely made it out the door before Eris called after her, "You can wear your white robes... but I want to take you out of the black teddy after..."

Filli paused, hesitating before dipping back into the bedroom to grab said garment, and her brief look in the room almost broke her resolve. Her demon stood there, naked, carefully arranging restraints at the four corners of the bed... and rock hard. The priestess stared, breathless and gaping before blinking hard and openly fleeing, calling, "I'll be back later, bye!"

She stopped at the door to the tent, where she, quickly and as quietly as she could, to not let Eris know she was still inside the Mansion, removed her robe, and redressed as quickly as she could. But the fiend knew when his magic item was exited or not. So when an ultra polite and cultured voice began speaking, her black panties moistened, growing sheer, "The master would have you request a pair of clip-on earrings. He also said to inform you they are not for your ears."

"...Right." Then Filli bolted out the door before he could squeeze anything else from her, cursing herself for being too slow to get out.

Running all the way back to the church, she blessedly didn't run into anyone, making it at least a bit easier to adjust to the awkward feeling of moving around with a sore rear. As she made her way toward her chambers, she heard Eve call, "Filli!"

Seeing her aging friend turned her face bright red again, embarrassed as though the High Priestess could somehow know and tell just how erotic her night had been by looking at her.

She was not far off, either. "Flushed, embarrassed, and looking like you need to reserve a confessional for a few hours. Lucky girl!" Eve cooed as she walked up to her, not as fast as she used to be. Hugging her friend, Eve paused for a moment, then murmured, "Oh my. You didn't use the juicer. You gave it all up. That's... commitment," with a hint of concern in her voice.

"But, is he hung like a stallion?" she gushed a moment later, reassuring Filli there was no condemnation to be found from her.

"Eve!" Filli gasped, before whispering, "If he was, I'd be limping even more than I already am, thank you very much!"

The elderly priestess grew very solemn, "I will pray for you. Pray that he was holding back. Pray that you may be torn asunder and born anew..." She did great at keeping her face straight until the lights of the temple dimmed in mild admonishment from their shared Goddess, making Eve break out in giggles. Despite her significantly shorter life of service, Eve had always seemed to have a more casual relationship with the Lady of Life.

"Why the run here, child?"

"I missed morning prayers." Filli confessed, shamefaced as though this was the greatest of the sins she'd committed through the night, "And... uhm... wanted to leave before he could wring any more promises out of me... do you happen to have any clip-on earrings, perchance?"

"Dressing up for the evening? I think I do. You can, of course, pray here. I could leave you alone here in the chapel. Or you can wait for the throng. This morning it was packed and only half of the attendees were even of my flock," Eve chuckled ruefully.

"I'll wait." Filli answered, a tinge of anxiety in her voice. Best to pray when she's surrounded by the common folk so Asher would be less inclined to make a scene.

This proved to be a wise decision. During the service, she stood behind the High Priestess, as the pews were packed with people wishing to see her - and it was her duty to appear for them - so she had the perfect view of the beam of celestial light when the nephilim made his entrance. Asher's sudden appearance nearly derailed the service, but her friend's commanding authority brought the chaos under control and she smoothly worked in thanks for the visit by the Angel. Asher waited, as was proper, but Filli could feel him glaring furiously at her.

Genevie was having none of it. At the end of the sermon she made a point of thanking Asher once more for lending his presence to the unworthy, then summarily dismissing him from her house. By the Laws of the Church, he was forced to leave, with one last glower in Filli's direction

A normal thirty minute ritual became a two-hour-long slog of excessive showmanship and devout performance.

Finally, the service wrapped up around mid-afternoon and Eve sent Filli to her room while she fetched the earrings, returning quickly with a pair of simple silver dangling orbs.

Now behind closed doors, Filli wrapped Eve in a tight embrace. "I know that this afternoon must have been such an inconvenience for you, but I can't thank you enough for intervening for me. Asher would probably have given up trying to 'reason' with me and gone straight to abduction and reeducation."

"Not in my House, he won't. And it would be difficult for him to get away with it in the city as a whole. Quite a few people here like you, you know," she chuckled, "Is there anything else I can do for you? I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you living for a change."

"Err.... well... I certainly wouldn't feel safe asking anyone else but you... uhm... I...needyoutomarryus."

Eve stared at Filli with her mouth agape for several seconds. Then she beamed, "Of course, I accept! " She hugged Filli even tighter then stepped back. "I assume we will have to discuss the rules of the marriage bed. I mean, I need my space. You can certainly visit, but our husband will already be crowded..."

Filli gaped, absolutely mortified by the apparent misunderstanding, to the point of being absolutely speechless.

This innocence warmed Eve's heart, softening the old woman's wrinkled face as she smiled gently, "Oh your expression. Yes, Filli, I will marry you to your Incubus. I am afraid my days of threesomes are long, long past me. I could give him one glorious night. Then they would be selecting the next High Priest of Light and Life," she chuckled ruefully.

Once again, Filli's cheeks have flushed, the blush now spreading down her neck. Unable to think of anything else to say, she meekly joked, "At least you'd die very, very, very..." she paused, thinking back on her night, "VERY happy."

Eve grinned wickedly at the thought. "Wait here," she hurried out of the room. She was gone for only a few seconds before a sudden burst of golden light appeared before Filli, and Asher stood before her. His golden and silver eyes were narrowed and his sword blazed on his back, its fiery radiance not harming him, but the aura singed her - for the first time in five hundred years, she was not utterly immune to the effects of holy radiance.

Filli reacted quickly, in immediate defense, spewing out the words to her Protection from Good and Evil spell so fast she nearly stumbled over the words as she took a step back from the wrathful Angel.

"So hostile to me now. Protection from Light... What has happened to the world that you utter that spell? Is my very presence painful to you? If only you were a part of the Light instead of aligned against it."

"In what way is protecting myself from a being who has proven more than once care nothing for my personal happiness and well-being hostile?" Filli retorted, "You should take the spell as more a reflection of yourself than my feelings towards you."

"You have been deemed Fallen."

The words rang in her ears as Asher vanished. Fallen. Dropped from the Light of Heaven. The forces of the inquisition would now attempt to capture and reeducate her. Failing that, they would banish her to the Halls of Reflection. There would be no negotiation or trust in her doing the right thing...

As she digested the realizations in shocked silence, Eve threw open the door. "Filli, come, dear. We must go, and quickly. You don't want to be late to your own wedding!" Her voice was particularly fierce just now. In the distance Filli heard raised voices at the chapel door.

"Now," Eve emphasized. Blinking hard, Filli resolutely pushed aside the knowledge that she was now the Church's number one most wanted criminal, fleeing with the High Priestess from the room and down the hall toward the secret passage.

As they passed through the chapel, she heard a voice at the double doors, declaring, "Our mandate is clear. We will take the Scion into custody to protect mankind. Stand aside!" Only to hear one of the Paladins at the door growl back, "Our mandate is no less clear. None will enter this temple without the blessing of the High Priestess. Which you lack."

The paladins continued to argue as Eve led Filli into the kitchen and then down the cellar to the passage. She cast a lesser regeneration spell on herself to keep up the pace, but her determination was clear to see. "If you are not... huff... up to consummating... your marriage... I will...wheeze... act as your proxy..."

"Eve, we can't do a wedding right now! Eris and I have to get out of the city immediately, it won't be long before they find us... you're taking such a huge risk as it is, I can't put you in even more danger!"

"Don't you... dare... let them scare you off. I am old..." she paused in the hall and handed Filli a parcel she had been carrying, "I am so old. And tired. You are about to go on the run," her spell started to recover her more quickly as she stood still. "Do you honestly think I will have another chance to be the one to marry you off to a hot young hellspawn? Now move those unfairly perky five hundred year old tits."

She started jogging again and tears filled Filli's eyes yet again, as she trotted to keep up with the elderly lady. She voiced no more complaints, but instead began to use her own spells to help Eve's endurance.

When they reached the tent, Eve didn't even blink at it as they entered. She then called loudly, "Honey! I'm home!" Eve then looked to Filli, holding the package at her side, "Go, change..." she shooed the girl away. Eris emerged at the top of the stairs, dramatically gasping, "Darling! You look even more lovely than you did before you left this morning! But have you really been gone that long?" he asked the old woman. Eve giggled, adverting her eyes shyly.

His reaction to Eve did more for Filli's opinion than every word he'd ever spoken to her combined, and even while the world proceeded to fall down around her, love surged through Filli, hardening her resolve. This was good, this was right... Eris was not the monster the Heavens viewed him as. Her only regret was not having a wedding dress.

Seeing her standing there practically starry-eyed at her fiend, Eve pushed Filli towards a side room. "Go change!" She pointedly looked at the package Filli was carrying, "He is mine until you are done, best not take too long," she turned back towards Eris, crooning "Every moment without you seems like an eternity."

Eris, thankfully dressed in simple bedclothes, smiled, "I could not agree more."

Eve walked toward the stairs as Eris descended. Both dramatically outstretched their arms as if going in for a long-separated embrace, though the Scion could see them cast amused sidelong glances at her as she stood there, gawking. They seemed to dare her to wait around and see how far this game of chicken would go.

Filli threw up her hands as they approached each other, not wanting to end up in a horribly uncomfortable situation if they both insisted on pursuing the bizarre enactment, dashing for the side room with a cry of, "Okay, okay!" snapping the door shut behind her.

In the parcel she found a gleaming white wedding dress. It was old fashioned, but old fashioned for the Moon Elves. Closer to the Dark Elves in aesthetics, though definitely not beliefs, the dress is slit up both legs and open in the back and front in heart shapes. Slipping into the dress, she felt tears welling up in her eyes for how beautiful it was. How had Eve gotten her hands on a wedding dress in such short order?

The see-through lace of her teddy was clearly visible but accented beautifully with the dress. A stunning white dress around a dark sexy heart... pure and impure. It did occur to Filli that she could ditch the teddy and present herself a pure and radiant bride, changing into the teddy after the wedding, but...

After a moment of consideration, she kept the teddy on, clipping the earrings on as an elegant match to it. While still a virgin, she was not going to her marriage bed, still entirely pure. The white on black was truly appropriate.

Filli then scrubbed her hands over her face, reducing the evidence of tears cried, and bringing a healthy flush to her cheeks, before finger combing her hair then squaring her shoulders and leaving the room. Upon exiting, she found Eve beaming at her, looking.. flushed... and waiting for her next to the high priestess was Eris. Her demon. He was dressed in a magnificent black suit, jacket unbuttoned, shirt halfway open to reveal his chiseled chest. The pants were form fitting... Well, that explained Eve. Eris' eyes lit when he saw her and he stared, nearly dumbfounded as Filli smiled at him, her own cheeks flushing with desire at the sight of her fiend, and as she approached, she jokingly scolded Eris, "You could have chosen something a little looser. Eve is going to be dreaming of you for days."

Eris reached out, taking her hands in his and stared adoringly into Filli's eyes as he said loud enough for the High Priestess to hear, "Just say the word and we can make her dreams a reality."

Eve looked ready to faint, before she collected her wits with a hard blink and shake of her head, and she quickly blurted out, "In the name of the Goddess of Life, in the presence of the Light..."

".. in this time and place, I pronounce you an incredibly sinful demon and incredibly lucky wife. You'd better kiss the bride." Eve beamed at them as Eris took Filli and hugged her tight, kissing her deeply, while she returned the kiss with enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around her new husband.

"I will hide this passage," Eve informed them gently, silver lining her eyes, "You might have a day. You might have less. If they find you camped down here you will be surrounded until they find someone to breach this place. It wont take them long. I am loath to say it, and so very sorry, but I suggest you be on the move before morning when spells of hunting and battle are memorized. I personally give you permission to skip prayers, dear. Good luck to you two." She concluded fondly before hugging and kissing both of them.

Filli squeezed her friend tightly, whispering, "I'll find a way to repay you for this, Eve. I swear, I will."

"Be happy, and drain him dry. That will be thanks enough," Eris choked on the champagne a servant gave him in response to this command from the High Priestess.

Filli reluctantly released Eve from her embrace, her cheeks a bright pink from her friend's comment, the old woman having managed to wrangle one last blush from the innocent Savior before they part. "Watch out for yourself, and don't provoke any Angels on my behalf. We'll be fine," she murmured before kissing Eve's brow, silently praying to their Goddess to watch over the only friend she'd ever had.

"Me? Provoke?" the old woman humphed as she turned, leaving Filli to her new husband.

After the door closed behind Eve, Eris stretched with an exaggerated yawn, "Hectic day. I think I am going to turn in. Tired and all..."

He received a mock glare in return, "I did not get all dressed up to sleep, husband!" Filli's stomach turned in a happy little summersault as she used his new title.

"But, my wife, I have a headache..." he teased in return, heading for the stairs with his wife only a step behind.

"And I'm a priestess. Headaches will bother you nevermore."

"But hooooney, it's not that head," they reached the bedroom door, "It's the other one, from all the anal pounding... Can't you kiss it and make it feel better?" He led her into the bedroom. All the chains and restraints were gone, leaving just a white silked bed and mirror, and a modest sized garden of rose petals scattered over the bed. Oh...

Filli paused by the door, drinking it all in and feeling a squeeze of emotion in her chest. Worth it. All of this is worth it. The Angels could stick their agenda and egos up their own butts and be happy.

Eris walked over to the bed, lay down and laced his hands behind his head, watching her with a small smile curving his lips and gentle love in his gaze. His eyes followed as Filli climbed in after him, stopping at waist level. Her fingers curled into his pants, and she murmured, "I don't suppose these tear off?" while working them down his hips.

"If you were angry enough maybe," he chuckled, "If they tore it might have been too much for the priestess."

Indeed, Filli had to struggle to get them over the front without potentially injuring his thickening shaft. Mmm.

"I meant what I told her," she informed him while pulling the pants down his thighs, "I'm going to find a way to repay her for this."

Once she'd finally pulled them free, Filli tossed the pants from the bed with a vexed look after them, then absently reached for Eris's boxers and soon he was gloriously naked and his poor hurting head rose above his tight belly.

Adjusting her position to settle between his legs, Filli leaned over and softly brushed her lips over the head of his shaft in a tender kiss. Without raising or moving away as she asked, "Better?" letting her breath brush over the sensitive flesh.

"No, my beloved wife. The poor thing is suffering..."