Pray - Our muses have sex in a house of worship provided they don't catch fire anyway lol
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The night was simple at the start. Dinner at one of the restaurants that isn’t over the top followed by a walk along the streets. She should have known that Dagon wants to be intimate and she is never against that. She suggests heading home, but it seems to be so far away right now. He had a different place in mind and it’s one she never dreamed of. Harmony has heard a lot about this church. Many people say it belongs to a group of zealots and can be considered a cult. Most people avoid it due to their dislike of their ideologies not being part of mainstream beliefs. Harmony is among the majority of people who try to stay away from that place.
Dagon had other plans.
She chided him over picking the lock, but from how he put it, has needs and can’t wait to get to her place, much less a hotel or any of his hiding spots or residence. This church is the closest place and he seems thrilled with the idea. She gives in with her consent, but if something were to happen like getting caught, then that gives her the right to show Dagon what for. Harmony doesn’t approve of being here, but it’s pretty much too late to back out.
When she visited church for services as a child, she felt a sense of serenity and peace. Then again, her family was among the mainstream. In this one, she gets a creepy vibe from the images and quotes provided by the leaders in corridors leading to the dark sanctuary. Maybe it’s the messages of the so-called ‘gospel’ justifying discrimination in the form of printed words, Harmony feels this church’s congregation would not welcome someone like her. She thought Dagon wanted to deal with the ‘problem’ in a closet or somewhere more private, but no, he went straight down the aisle to the altar.
Like some women, Harmony thought her experience at the altar would be her wedding day. She never thought she would be at the altar on her back, stripped bare and her legs wrapped around Dagon’s waist as he has his way with her. He wasted no time entering her and getting into the rhythm of his thrusts. Harmony’s moans and whimpers join the loud claps of the aggressive collision of their hips that disrupts the eerie silence.
There’s hardly any light except the moonlight peering through the large, stained glass windows above the altar. It exposes her figure to Dagon, just as she can see him looming over her. Eyes catch sight of the cross pendant hanging from his neck. The metal cross reflects the moonlight and although she always saw that on him, something about it keeps her interest this time. She never assumes Dagon to be a religious man and something tells her he has no faith in it. But why does he wear something like a cross? Harmony never asked since it may hold painful memories. The surge of pressure and need for release dash that train of thought away. Fingers dig into her palms and her toes curl. Dagon grunts and his thrusts are much faster and harder than before.
Harmony cries when she reaches her climax. Her body clenches around his member and that draws out a moan from him. He shoves his entire length inside her and he lets go of her hips to wrap his arms tight around her before releasing. Harmony shudders in his hold when heat flows into her. Her sore muscles relax while panting heavily. Dagon keeps her pinned to the altar and his hips move in small circles. He’s still hard as a rock but that doesn’t surprise her at this point. That will lead to another round. As much as Harmony prefers to do this elsewhere, she has a feeling that he wants to go again here. When she thinks about it, this is a way for Dagon to desecrate what’s supposed to be holy ground. It makes her feel that isn’t right, even if the cult’s hatred for everyone who is different from them has already violated the place. When she thinks about it that way, perhaps this church was already desecrated with heavily biased interpretations of religion. She and Dagon just added insult to the offense. Hands grope her breasts and she gasps when Dagon squeezes them.
He pulls out without warning, then turns her around and pulls her until Harmony’s arms and chest rest on the altar. Harmony lets out another scream when he pushes back into her. Dagon resumes thrusting into her without giving her a chance to adjust. Hands push between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned. She lost track of the time they spent at the church. Her mind loses clarity when her exhaustion gets the better of her, losing how many times her partner made her came and when he came inside her. The last thing she remembers is her clothes are on her again, and she’s wrapped up with Dagon carrying her away. The next stop is getting some much-needed rest and make sure she doesn’t see the damage caused on the church. Cult or not, Harmony would have his head if she knew about it. Questions about why he was so adamant about doing it in a church and the cross he wears still buzz in her head, but she worries what he would think if she ever asked.
