She moved, straddled his kneeling form. Pressed her breasts against the cold crucifix, pressed her groin against his hot erection. Her hands grasped his face, pulled it back so he was looking into her eyes.
His were green...and haunted. His lips hung open as he gasped for breath. She wet them, then her own. Tongues twined in wet communion.
His hands, slightly rough...huge...tore the dirty rags from her body. His thumbs, grazed her breasts, then softly, like a benediction, he lay his palms over them, nipples crushed beneath the ecclesiastic pressure.
"God is in here, child...he abides within your breast...no matter how you stray..."
"Stray with me," she whispered against his mouth, biting his full bottom lip, sucking up the red droplet. Everything within her trembled, then roared.
He managed, with inhumane strength to rise to his knees with her in his arms, turned...
Dropping her tangled rags behind them he placed her, naked on the altar and stepped between her spread legs. Seeing her hairless silken mound, he groaned and sank to his feet.
"Cleanse me father for I am unclean," she whispered as his tongue caressed her swollen labia, tickled and flitted inside her briefly. Her belly tightened, filled with heat and weight too much to bear.
His teeth grazed, sank into sensitive skin.
"Absolve me," she whispered, reaching for his hair, pulling him up by tangled sweat-damp curls.
He rose, fought for release from her grasp, lifting his robe over his head and sending it to the floor. Her nails shredded his shirt as he fought to free himself from clothes grown too tight…
His crucifix swung against his slightly hairy chest. She grasped it, pulled him to her, rubbed the metal against her stomach. He bent to kiss her again and the silver cross dropped into her lap, slid against the damp aching flesh between her legs.
"Now, father, save me now..." She reached for his cock, used it to push aside the cross, and slid the hot tip of his sanctified length against her wet opening.
Her breath slipped from her at the hot touch of him. Her fangs slid free, pierced her lip gently.
His hands grasped her thighs, bruising as they forced them further apart. He lay his head back as he thrust into her, full length...so thick and long she was sure it pierced her heart. His throat was exposed, supplicant to her whim...her need.
She pulled his face back to hers, eyes meeting his, fangs exposed for a moment before finding the hot groove of his throat with her starving mouth.
She broke hot wet flesh, ripped in, felt the familiar long-denied rush of sweet blood...heady as wine.
She drank as he thrust into her...fluids making a circle...unbroken, of need, of desire.
She had thought her flesh dead but she felt the orgasm as it rippled through her, beat against her like waves...her head fell back, blood dripping down her chin as she gave a strangled scream.
"Father forgive me," she cried as she thrust her hips back at him in punishing fury and joy.
"Oh God," he screamed.
She tightened like a vice around him, her other hungry mouth milking him dry.
They stayed locked, like feral dogs, for a moment before he moved, licked his own spilt blood from her breast. Slowly he drew himself from her body.
She shivered with sensation, blood rich now and satiated.
His eyes were glazed and she knew he would not recall this in the morning.
Untangling herself she leapt down from her perch on the bloodstained altar. She'd been a virgin when she had been given the dark kiss...had thought
she
would never bleed...
As she walked, naked, up the aisle to the stained glass entry of the cathedral she knew one thing for certain...
She would know one again...
And again...and again...
