Have a self indulging smut. Ghost x my COD OC
Tw: body fluids, smex in a church, degradation, primal play.
Her radio cut through the rainy, Foggy day in countryside England.
“I know you’re out there, Cricket. You can try and hide from me, but know that you’re never going to escape. Every step you take is only made with my permission, and every breath is one extra that I allow you… see you soon.” Ghost’s voice came through quietly on the earpiece, causing a shiver to run through her body.
She knew she had a head start on him, they'd arranged the rules that way. Her eyes rolled.
“The rain covers my tracks. Unless you’re watching me currently, which is cheating.”
“Could never take my eyes off you, Cricket, you should know that by now. Besides, it’s not cheating if you’re just that easy to track with that fiery red hair that you apparently make no effort to hide.”
Without thinking twice she lifted her hand in the air and gave him the bird.
A smirk evident in her voice. “Did you see that, siir?”
“Don’t be vulgar, Cricket, though I wouldn’t need to see you to know what you did… and I’ve told you before that smart mouth will get you in trouble one day.” Ghost chuckled before the headset cut out.
Before taking the step into the grass, she adjusted her ball cap, her red hair hung down her back in a loose braid, but pieces were working their way loose. She stretched quickly.
“Showtime.”
She broke out in a slight jog, she knew better than to sprint right off the bat. If she couldn’t get herself out of his grip once or twice their game would be over way too soon.
“Ooooh we’re gonna try running now, we’ll see how that plays out little Cricket.” His voice gruff in the headset, but she couldn’t be sure if that was the only place she’d heard it.
She didn’t answer back as she kept going making a mental note about landmarks, though she knew desperately it wouldn’t matter. By the sheer luck of God she passed land nav. She knew she’d end up lost. She found herself getting annoyed after passing the 6th big rock.
“Remind me why we decided to do this in the countryside of England?” she asked.
“You wanted the fresh air, and to and I quote, ‘take in the idyllic sights of small town England.’ I think you also thought the winding village streets might help, but…” Ghost trailed off, his breathing sounding a little heavier, he must have been jogging too, wherever he was.
She groaned. She kept going, finding herself on a trail in the woods as the twigs and gravel crunched under her boots as she moved forward or backward, there was really no telling her direction anymore. After a bit she found a stream and she stopped briefly for a breath and a sip of her water.
By the stillness of the stream she caught her breath, taking in the scents of the wood and moss, only to realize that the bird noise had stopped once again. Suddenly, a powerful hand took her by the back of the neck, spinning her around face to face.
Well, face to chest. The strong hand held her in place with an iron grip and her eyes trailed up his chest to see the mask of her assailant. This was something Ghost was almost never without, new people to the regiment snickered at it from time to time, most often before being but harshly put into their place usually by Cricket giving them a swift kick to the back of the kneecap. The tough military men of the 141 didn’t particularly like the fact that most of them had been dropped to the dirt by a tiny girl half their weight. The tiny girl in question, however, was absolutely fine with it.
She squeaked as her eyes met Simon’s. “How the hell do you not make any noise?”
She could hear the smile in his voice, “Simple, Cricket, I walked quietly.”
She glared at him, though in the rain her bluish gray eyes reflected the cloudy skies that hung over them even though she glared at him.
“You’re such a smartass, sometimes.” She pressed onto her tiptoes pressing her chest into him brushing her lips against the mask.
Ghost chuckled as he bent slightly to meet her coming up, touched by her taking the time to steal a kiss in the middle of their chase. She slipped her hands under the mask stroking gently at his neck.
“Mmmm, Cricket…” Ghost groaned quietly under her touch, craning his neck slightly to allow her more access and closing his eyes as he did so.
Without missing a beat she pulled the mask up over his eyes and took off again.
“Cheeky little bitch!” Ghost laughed, reaching to pull his mask back down and realign. He could hear her footsteps crashing through the brush as she gained another slight lead on him. This hunt was going to be fun to bring to ground. Chuckling he crouched by the stream and went through the map of the area that he’d had memorized before coming here.
He knew the direction the stream headed, and what landmarks seemed likely places for her to swing through. The nature of streams everywhere meant that this one would bring them through a more civilized area, sooner or later, and with that thought in mind, he stalked off silently after his beautiful prey.
As the fog thickened and the rain came down harder, she realized she was lost. Besides the rain, there was no sound around her. She debated calling Simon on the radio, knowing he wouldn't let her forget what happened.
"Fuck, I should have brought my compass like Simon suggested.." she sighed out and kept following the path she was on as it wound through the woods. The shadows of the trees kept playing tricks on her, she could never be certain, but it always seemed that there was more than just her in the woods. She knew Simon was out there, of course, but she had to have left him far behind by now.
After 30 more minutes of jogging in the now pouring rain she stumbled across a stone church with a wood door that had intricate designs carved into it. She wandered inside hoping for shelter from the rain and hopefully sanctuary from their little game of cat and mouse. As she walked into the nave the room was lit only by candlelight. She sat on a pew in the back.
The pouring rain had made it only marginally more difficult to track the beautiful redhead, but Simon knew there were only so many options for where she could end up. The path she’d been following had some buildings starting to appear, and he had a feeling she’d want to get out of all this damp. He knew he fucking did. A little rain wasn’t a problem, he was used to hardship certainly, but this was making it hard to breathe through the mask. He’d known interrogation subjects who’d broken in less time and through less strenuous circumstances than this. Still, he smiled under the mask. You didn’t make it to where he was in life by being afraid of holding your breath.
He stalked slowly up to the doors of an old church, a series of intricate patterns carved into the doorways, making him feel that at least some of the builders may not have completely abandoned their heathen ways. He grinned to himself at the thought as he reached for the door handle. Time to see if his intuition would pay off, or if his proud little quarry had managed to evade him for a few moments longer.
She had leant her head back against the pew as she thought of where she should go next. Knowing Simon as well as she did, she was certain she- the thought was interrupted by the sound of the door latch starting to move.
“Shit shit shitshitshit,” she thought as she slid off the pew and crouched low. She hadn’t seen anyone out in the town, and who would be crazy enough to be going to church in THIS downpour. She turned and headed slowly for the wall, keeping her eyes towards the door which by now had open. Ghost, she couldn’t help but think of him that way as she watched him stride into the candlelight like some figure out of a horror story, strode into the church the water sheeting off of him and puddling onto the floor. She ducked even lower as he started to scan the room.
“Fuck! How the hell did he pick THIS spot…” she thought as she moved silently away from Ghost who was still surveying the room. He crossed the church to examine the crucifix, and that was when she took the opportunity to make a silent dash to the confessional booth, the dark ancient wood cupboard barely visible in the dark corner. She said a silent thanks that the local priest had kept up with the maintenance and made sure the hinges were well oiled as she slipped silently inside.
She could just barely see through the door screen as she watched Ghost turn towards the central aisle again. He strode confidently, his boots thudding as he walked, looking up and down each row of pews carefully, until he got to the row she had sat in.
“Why’d he stop?” she wondered to herself as she watched his movements. Her hands ran down her wet clothes, looking for anything she may have left behind, her hat was still in place, and there was no wa-
“I can see how wet you are for me, Cricket… Positively dripping.” He laughed quietly as he said it, and the bastard hadn’t even bothered to key the mic. He knew, and he knew JUST how close she was. His eyes traced the water droplets away from where she had been sitting all along the side wall, and Ghost stalked along, following them easily until his chest was at her eye level again, and the booth door swung slowly, ever so slowly to her mind, open. She gazed up into his dark eyes as he stared down at her.
“Well, well, well… looks like this church has a bit of a Cricket problem. Wonder if this one can at least keep from chirping too much.” He pushed his way into the booth, almost taking up the rest of the available room as he towered over her.
She gulped trying to regain her composure. As they remained squeezed together she whispered. "So it is true that churches are haunted…" this was her lame attempt at his snide remark about her callsign. When they first met and started flirting he found out her callsign. He asked her "Is it because I can make ya chirp and squeak?"
“Hello? Is someone in here…? In this weather, no less…” an old man’s voice rang out through the church, and Ghost put his finger to her lips, then pointed straight down as he shifted past her and took a seat at the back of the booth. The old man’s shuffling footsteps approached the booth slowly.
“Oh my word… this must be very dire indeed for someone to have braved this deluge…” the old priest said in wonderment.
She kneeled between his legs, smirking up at him she quickly and quietly undid Ghost's belt.
“Don’t you fuc-” Ghost started to growl quietly just as the door on the other side swung open, and the old priest stepped in and sat.
“Good afternoon, Father.” Ghost intoned, the effects of years of being dragged to church making themselves felt in his very tone.
She stifled a soft giggle as her small hands undid his pants.
“Good afternoon, my son. Whatever weighs on you must be heavy indeed for you to have made your way here to me today!” The old man chuckled at himself. “You don’t sound like one of my usual parishioners… where are you from?”
“Respectfully,” he emphasized this word, and Cricket felt it was probably for her benefit but promptly ignored him, “I would rather keep that piece of information to myself, Father. That said, you are correct, I am not of your flock.” Her tiny hand slid into his pants freeing his cock from his pants. She looked up at him with her blue eyes shining mischievously.
“Very well, my son, something must be troubling you greatly for you to be here and away from your home church.”
“Yes, Father… you could certainly say that I have need…” He glowered down at her, watching as she gave him a rough stroke. His cock began to swell in her hand, the idea of confessing his, frankly, many sins while Cricket was behaving this way began to have some appeal.
“Tell me what troubles you, my son.”
She licked her lips, looking up at him she held a finger to her lips as he had done to her earlier. Her pink tongue slid out of her mouth and swirled around his head. Before licking up the underside of his cock tracing the vein back to his head. Her eyes never leaving his.
“Hmmm… Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been… many years since my last confession.” He maintained his focus on the task at hand, but fuck if she didn’t feel so good teasing him.
“Go on, my son, all paths to the lord are different, and we do not begrudge someone their lapse in faith, only pray that they come back to the fold.”
She smirked up at him and carefully wrapped her lips around his head as she slowly went lower. She carefully took off her hat. Never breaking eye contact. As she took him deeper her nose brushed against his skin softly.
“Thank you, Father, I certainly look forward to returning to the folds once I get back closer to home, but this need simply couldn’t wait. I have…” as he spoke he reached his hand forward and wrapped her braid around his hand tightly, letting her maintain control, at least for the moment. “What feels like a small demon tormenting me… always.”
The priest chuckled, “Oh the devil works in mysterious ways my son, there is no doubt about it, and his torments are always present.”
“Indeed, Father, in more ways than one.” He said this while slowly guiding her against him, more a gentle application of pressure than real force for now.
She fought back a gag. Her eyes became glossy with unshed tears as she continued to take him down her throat, while the priest was on the other side none the wiser. She held her hand up showing it to Simon, as she slid it down her wet clothes from her neck, down her collarbone, her breast, her stomach his eyes followed the descent until her hand disappeared into her pants.
Ghost’s eyes followed her every movement carefully as he spoke again, trying to keep the arousal out of his voice, “There are temptations all about me Father, I am… plagued by impure thoughts, just as a start.”
His cock twitched involuntarily in her throat as she continued her skilful attention to him, his grip tightening on her neck as he struggled to keep himself from bucking his hips to meet her on the way down his shaft.
Her fingers stroke her clit as she continues to bob her head. Her nails on her free hand digging into the fabric of his pants into his thigh.
“I understand, my son, there is much in the world today, I find, that can lead a man to distraction. Many of the young men, and even the women,” he crossed himself at this, “have made similar confessions, so do not believe you are alone.”
“Thank you, Father,” Ghost said with the barest hint of a gasp. “I know…hm. I certainly know I’m not alone.”
She practically purred on his cock in agreement. Her blue eyes rolled back slightly.
“Take heart my son, but surely something more pressing must be weighing on you than an impure mind?”
“Hmmm…” Ghost growled, low in his throat, his hand on the back of Cricket’s neck guiding her more forcefully now, “You- you’re right, Father. I am also a military man, and I can’t give you all the details… hm, I can tell you that I have done things in service to this country that are truly terrible to behold.”
She allowed herself to gag on his cock to get him to clear his mind; she hated that he still blamed himself for things that absolutely were out of his control.
“My son, there is no shame in service. I myself served back in my day. I was a wilder man then.” The old priest chuckled softly as Cricket gagged in the next booth. “Truly, anything that must be done in service to the greater good is a good overall, is it not?”
Her gags growing to be more persistent as she holds herself at his base as she rubs her clit more. The unshed tears broke free and her mascara ran down her face.
“Mmmm… Father, I feel that what you say is true. I have done these things, but it's all for the good girl back home.” Ghost’s eyes never wavered from watching her as she sucked his cock so well, he was struggling to keep himself from fucking her throat more forcefully, but this was, well, NOT the place for it, or at least not the right time.
“Oh yes, my boy, we always have to keep in mind our loved ones at home. Do you have someone special waiting for you?”
She hums on his cock, waiting for his response. As she was waiting, she slipped a finger into herself and she moaned. Sliding her hand out of her pants for a moment, she lifted her hand up to show him the wetness coating her hand. Before he could bend down, she pulled him out of her mouth and licked her own fingers, making a lewd show of it. Before returning her mouth back to his cock and her hand back to her pussy.
Ghost chuckled, fighting to cover a moan of his own as he replied, “Oh yes, she certainly is something special. Sometimes feels that she’s one and the same with that demon who torments me.”
The priest actually gave a little louder laugh at that, “My son, I’m not married, obviously, but in my experience the best ones often do. I knew a girl in the service who never let me have a single day of peace.” The old man chortled while reminiscing of days gone by.
“Mmmm that’s-” he cursed under his breath, very quietly, this WAS getting distracting. “That about sums up how I feel about her, Father.”
She whimpered softly. She needed release, but she knew there was no way he'd let her right now.
“Young man, it sounds like you care for this girl quite a lot. We are lucky to have such wondrous creatures in our lives.”
“Mmmm… That I do, Father… that I most certainly fucking-”
“Language! My son, I know you are in the military, but please show a little decorum in the house of our Lord.”
“Hmmm… quite right, Father, my apologies. Add it to the list.” Ghost almost sounded actually apologetic. He’d probably had more than his fair share of apologizing to priests over the years. His hand, however, was using Cricket’s throat more and more forcefully to please himself.
She was desperately trying to stay quiet, but she was increasingly becoming more and more needy.
“Is there anything else, my son?”
Ghost held her down at the base of his cock while he thought to himself if there was anything else he wanted to tell this old priest. He needed to feel the rest of her, and could tell by her hand earlier just how needy she was too.
It was time to wrap this up.
“Thank you father, but no. Being a military man yourself, I’m sure you can imagine some of the… trouble I’ve found myself in. The impure thoughts, the death and hurt…”
“Son, this may be a hard question, but how many lives have you taken since your last confession?”
Ghost let Cricket up for air slowly. He should have expected that question.
“I don’t really count anymore, Father, to be perfectly honest. With the group I’m with, suffice to say it’s a lot.”
“...The Regiment?”
“Can’t say, Father, you know how it is.”
The old priest nodded. “Very well my son, and are you sorry for all of these sins?”
“Not all of them, no…” Ghost growled this last while he guided Cricket back down to his cock and into her throat. She watched him and let him use her throat the way he needed right now.
The priest let out a sad chuckle, “I understand my son… and so too does God, truly. Say 60 Our Fathers, 30 Hail Marys, and 100 circuits of the Rosary. In Nomine Patris, Et Fili, Et Spiritus Sancti, Ego te absolvo. Amen.”
“Amen.” Ghost intoned automatically, years past taking over while his mind was fully on how good his cock felt in her throat and how badly he needed to be inside her in other ways as well. “And, will do, father, thank you. I’ll be alright, but might I have some time… alone, to collect my thoughts?”
“Of course, my son, thank you for coming in today. It does this old priest good to see a lost
sheep return to the flock.” The priest stood, and quietly stepped out of the booth and back to the office he had left behind.
Cricket came up for air, panting. “Oh, my god. Ghost, are you okay? I am so sorry. I wasn’t expecting him to ask all those questions.” Her small hand found his cheek underneath the mask, stroking it gently, her voice soft.
Ghost rose from the chair slowly, his legs slightly unsteady from her previous attention. He put his hand to the wall of the booth supporting himself as he reached down to put his hand under her chin and guide her to her feet.
Her voice was meek, “Ghost? Talk to me. What can I do to make this better? We can call off the game.” She rose slowly, her chest pressed against him.
He lifted the bottom of his mask and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her fully, deeply as the first part of his reply, then said to her, “I’m alright, Snowdrop, I promise. But there is one thing…”
She sighed leaning into his touch. “Anything Ghost. Just say the word, love."
She could see Ghost’s lips curl into a grin, “You’ve heard my confession, Snowdrop, now its time I hear yours.”
"I- what?" She questioned softly. "Do you want me to get the Priest again?"
“No, I want you to get on your knees, and confess to me all the filthy little sins you have running around up there.” He said, tapping his finger gently to her temple.
"Oh." She mused, she gently lowered herself back to her knees. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned. This is my first confession.."
“No no, not like that… say it properly. Say, ‘Forgive me, Daddy, for I have been a very bad girl.” Ghost intoned, a bright edge of lust to his voice.
She giggles. "I thought I was depraved."
“Oh no, my pretty snowdrop, you don’t even know the half of it…” Ghost growled, his cock twitching just a few inches away from her face, and her spit slowly dripping off of it to the floor of the confessional.
She suppressed a moan. "Forgive me Daddy, for I have been a very very bad girl. This is my first confession." Her eyes scan up to his, her mouth falls agape.
Ghost reaches up and pulls his mask back into place, but she can hear the smile in his voice after he cups her cheek in his right hand. “Welcome, my sweet little girl, to the fold. Tell me what is on your mind today, and we can see about seeking forgiveness for your wicked ways.”
His other hand slowly strokes himself, inches from her face while he maintains eye contact with her.
She whimpered as her eyes drop to cock.
"I- I have been having impure thoughts, Daddy."
“Eyes on me, snowdrop, I think I can guess what kinds of impure thoughts you’re having…” Ghost moaned as he stroked his cock a little more urgently now, “but I want you to enumerate some of them if you can.”
She brought her eyes back to his and her hand moved closer to her center. "I-I think I've been laying with the devil."
Ghost’s laugh came out as a deep, resonant rumble
“Oh, is that so? And what would make you lay such a title at the poor man’s feet?”
She giggled as her fingers inched closer to her aching center once more. “He referred to me as a demon, but the amount of temptation this man leads me to. Is more than enough to make the purest of angels want to turn to sin, just to get a taste of the sweet heat of his sin.”
“Mmmm, I can see your dilemma. It seems this man also thinks of you as his personal succubus, but to you, he is your incubus?” Ghost inquired, his hand moved almost involuntarily to the back of her neck as he continued to stroke himself while staring down at her needy form in front of him, his cock throbbing with his own need for her.
She whined. “Indeed, Daddy. He is my incubus. I crave our little games and his seed more than the air I desperately need to survive. The way he can easily get my body to play a symphony just for him.”
“The temptations seem to be strong in both of you, sweet little girl. Are there any other thoughts you wish to confess?” He inquired. It would have sounded gentle if not for the sharpness that his own lust had given his voice.
She rocked on her knees and undid sliding her pants and panties down as far as she could. “I need him inside me now, Daddy.”
No sooner had the last word left her lips. Her soft, filthy lips that had spoken so sweetly for him, that Ghost could no longer take it, with a growl bordering on a roar he pulled her to her feet by the hair at the back of her neck, before picking her up onto his shoulder and striding out of the confessional and back into the nave. He stalked to the front of the altar, just below the crucifix and set her back down, gently so as not to disturb the old priest.
“Very good, little temptress, thank you for your… candor. Let’s see about your penance. Are you sorry for these sins of the mind and the sins of the body?”
smiling devilishly she asked. “Should I be, Daddy? Because, if we’re being honest I don’t feel sorry. This feels like this is the closest to Heaven.”
Ghost beamed under his mask, his pleasure evident in his voice as he intoned, “That’s my perfect little whore. For penance, you shall have to take communion, and be baptized in the light of the holy church. Are you ready to receive your communion?”
Her eyes widened briefly looking around. “I can’t wait, Daddy.” she rubbed her clit.
“Kneel for me, now. Open your whore mouth for me, snowdrop.” He commanded as he lifted the mask just over his lips. He continued stroking his cock, watching her pleasure herself and relishing the idea of what was to come.
She rocks onto her knees and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out, maintaining eye contact as she continues to rub her clit.
Ghost gathers the saliva in his mouth while staring down at her, loving just how compliant she was for him in these moments. He broke eye contact just for a moment as he glanced up at the crucifix, his cock in his hand as he stroked himself, ready for this woman to take everything that he had to give, and more. He turned his gaze back to Cricket and spit directly into her pretty little face, the majority landing squarely in her mouth, the rest mingling with the drool that she gained while sucking his cock so mischievously while he talked to the priest. He owed her for that. Anything he could do here would not be loud enough, and he wanted her screams for that transgression.
She smiled and swallowed his spit. “Thank you, Daddy..”
“You’re very welcome. Now stand, face the altar, bend over and grab it for me…” he growled low, his eyes burning with his need to be inside her.
She does as she’s told. Her blue eyes turn upward to the crucifix. She felt herself get wetter. They normally got depraved in just about any place. There were a few places she never expected. This was the main one. She took a deep breath silently trying to prepare for whatever he had in mind.
He watched her do as he commanded, relishing the sight of her perfect ass and the way her thighs framed her dripping cunt in the candlelight. He lined himself up behind her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her swollen lips, letting her wetness coat him. At the same time, he gathered his saliva and spit again, this time at her tight little asshole. He ran his thick thumb through her wetness before pressing against her entrance, watching as it slid to the first knuckle, feeling just how hard she was gripping him.
Her legs shook with need and anticipation. She couldn’t stifle her moans as he touched her. The pressure she felt made her gasp out. “Fuck, Ghost.”
While his thumb rested at the one knuckle, he lined his cock up at her other entrance, and thrust home as he finished inserting his thumb into her ass, savoring the feeling of her wet cunt gripping his entire length as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. He could feel her muscles squeezing him everywhere as she fought to get used to him filling her. The feeling caused him to let out a deep moan of satisfaction before he started to slowly fuck her.
She bit her lip to stop a scream from slipping out. She prayed to whatever God was watching. That he wouldn’t make her scream out, but in her gut she knew the soft moans and pants from her wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him for long.
Ghost continued thrusting into her, now building up speed, and the force of his thrusts at the same time, his thumb also pistoned in and out of her.
“Gahhhh, fuck snowdrop… you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock… fucking hell!” Ghost exclaimed, his grunts while pounding into her beginning to grow, but not quite loud yet. He brought his free hand forward to grip her braid and pull, using it to thrust himself home even harder.
“Mmmfuck… make some noise for me, snowdrop. Let that fucking priest know that there’s an Angel in his quiet little fucking church,” Ghost laughed, “or maybe he’ll think it’s a demon after all.”
She gripped the altar harder, scratching the perfectly polished wood causing her nails to break as a scream came ripping from her throat.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Simon.” Her back arched as she looked back at him.
“That’s my good little whore of Babylon, scream for me, fuck you, keep that up. I’m going to come all over that perfect, filthy fucking face!”
He was slamming into her now, pounding her cunt with needy abandon while he used her for his own pleasure. He didn’t care about the old priest at this point. Let the poor bastard come and be treated to a show. Maybe he would teeter around the corner just in time to watch his perfect little slut receive her baptism.
Looking back at him. She rocks her hips back to meet his thrusts. She didn't care where they were; she was too lost in the way he was fucking her. Moaning and screaming his praises.
He bored into her eyes with his, seeing his match in so many ways. His free hand released her braid and gripped her by the throat, pulling her back up to him. His thumb left her ass as he reached around her to put it in her mouth as he fucked her for everything he had. His powerful legs driving themselves forward against her, and his hand squeezing against her windpipe.
He growled in her ear, “I want to make you squirt all over this fucking church, snowdrop. I don’t need you to fucking breath right now, right now I need you to come all over my fucking cock. Come for me, my greedy little whore, come for me and take your fucking baptism.”
He didn’t need to tell her more than once she came hard, squirting as she screamed. “Daddy!” at the top of her lungs her legs gave out from the sheer force of her orgasm.
He held her up, impaled on his cock as it threatened to empty itself into her, breeding her perfect cunt, but this wasn’t the time for that, carefully he set her against the altar, her back against it as he stroked his cock in front of her face.
“FUCK” he roared at the top of his lungs, “close your eyes for me, snowdrop, Daddy’s going to come all over that fucking face right now. You’re going to look so pretty covered in Daddy’s seed!”
Her eyes fluttered closed, as her chest heaved with pants. Whimpers fell from her trembling lips.
He reached his hand forward and gripped her braid tight as he pumped his twitching cock right in front of her. With a roar that caused the stones to ring, he shot the first of many strong spurts onto her face and lips.
“I baptize you,” he shouted, and spurted once more.
“In the name of the Father,” and again.
“The son,” again.
“AND THE HOLY. FUCKING. GHOST!”
