There he stood at the pulpit. The mugginess hung heavy in the swampland air. He wondered if this is what hell felt like as he scanned the singing congregation. Pentecostal blue grass music was playing in the background. He blinked hard as his eyes crossed over the blonde in the back row. She was new; there was no mistaking that. Bright red hair ruby red lips and soft pale skin she was everything a sinful fantasy was made of. Her loose dress hung low barely covering her breasts. He swallowed hard and blinked again. Looking back... she was gone. His head was swimming. He decided the heat was getting to him and started to wrap thighs up. He sent the congregation out on their way and dismissed the band.
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and whipped his forehead. He took a cold drink of water form the glass under the pulpit. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath trying to cool down from the Louisiana heat. He turned around as he heard a whisper from the back. "Bless me Father, for I'm about to sin."
"Excuse Me," he said taking a deep breath.
She was sitting in the back pew staring into his soul with her dark stormy eyes.
His voice cracked. "Don't you mean bless me Father for I have sinned?"
She hissed at him. "No! I am about to sin Father." She slowly raised her arms in the air and untied the silky sting that was holding her dress up. She stepped out of the pile of cloth on the floor. He sharply sucked in a breath and felt his cock twitch. This temptress looked up at him, her breasts round and creamy white orbs had dark rose collared nipples.
He cleared his throat nervously. " Get dressed you succubus. This is the House of God." She hissed at him again, not a sultry hiss like before a deep animalistic hiss.
She dropped to her knees and started crawling to him. He thought he was loosing his mind. He started backing up soon running into the pulpit. "W W W What are you?"