Thanks for the tag, @elodiah! Look at me, remembering to schedule this for posting in advance. Working on the Bed Sharing Prompt requests. Here’s the first - revisting my Lokius priest/vampire AU.
Mobius coughed drily, grimacing when he swallowed. His throat and tongue were parched, a side-effect of the poison, though he supposed it beat the alternative.
“Here.”
Mobius turned his head to find Father Laufeyson offering him a cup.
“What is this?” the vampire asked. “Last Rites?” He meant for it to come across teasingly but the dryness of his throat mangled the attempt.
“Yes,” Father Laufeyson deadpanned. “I’ve sat vigil at your bedside all day only to finish the hunters’ work when you’ve finally begun to come ‘round.” He still held the cup out to Mobius. “Take it. Or do you not trust me?”
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Summary: time for my second ever fic! This one is slightly (very) different from the first. It’s dark priest Loki! But its very much still our Loki! I went to a catholic school so that’s probably influenced it, If I wasn’t going to hell before I definitely am now 😅
Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) fingering, oral sex (male receiving), BDSM (being tied up, spanking), unprotected sex, religious themes throughout
You had been in the church as long as you could remember. You grew up attending mass every Sunday and eventually moved onto catholic school. After graduating you decided that the best place for you, your happy place, was teaching at the school you grew up in. You had been the choir teacher for a few years now. You enjoyed it for the most part.
The school was set in a large old white Manor House. The Inside of the school was covered in floor to ceiling oak with a huge wooden staircase leading up to the second floor. Just before the stairs was the door to the chapel where you spent most of your time. Apart from the dark oak floors and wooden pews the rest of the room was white. In front of the pews sat a large white marble alter with the bible placed open on top of the alter cloth which was red with gold writing. Besides the bible sat two candles and two large golden crosses. In the corner sat a large marble bowl filled with holy water. The walls were littered with crosses and effigy’s.
Today was Sunday, gods day, and instead of teaching you were here for weekly mass. Walking into the chapel you make the sign of the cross as your morning blessing and placing a soft kiss onto the small cross that hung around your neck. Taking your seat next to the rest of the congregation you settle in for morning mass. You sit in the middle of one of the pews on the left side of the aisle.
Ever since you first started attending church, you always had a feeling wash over you. The feeling of someone standing beside you and taking your hand. You always assumed this must be how everyone felt and that it was the spirit of god leading you in the right direction. Despite this and your little community being the only family you had known, there was always a small amount of doubt placed in your mind. The want to do something not so pure.
Sitting through the mass as you do every Sunday you listen to the hymns, say the prayers and receive the body and blood of Christ. At the end of mass you offer some help and after everyone else has left you stay later to tidy.
While putting away bibles and generally tidying you feel the presence of someone else, something else, in the chapel. Looking around and seeing no one you continue with your work until everything is tidied. By the time everything has returned to its rightful position the sky has grown dark and moonlight floods through the chapel windows.
Just as your about to blow out the last candle on the alter, you hear the door open and some foot steps walk down the aisle.
‘Hello? I’m sorry we closed a few hours ago, if you’d like to come back tomorrow..’ your sentence trails off as you see two luminous green blue eyes looking at you from the darkness. The rest of his face is dimly lit by a green glow that seems to be hovering above his hand.
‘I’m not here for your false god’ you hear the strangers voice say deeply, footsteps still moving closer pacing loudly on the wooden floor.
‘Then I’m afraid, if there’s nothing else I can do for you sir, I’ll have to ask you to leave’ you say with a nervous tone in your voice.
‘And why would you do that my little lamb? When your clearly so in need of leadership’
You stay silent and walk further towards the last remaining lit candle, hoping to illuminate the stranger.
Hearing a click like the snap of someone’s fingers. All of the candles suddenly reignite themselves. Flames standing taller than before, their light surrounds you illuminating the strangers face as he closes in on you.
As he approaches you in front of the alter you can see that he appears to be dressed as a priest. His long black curls hitting just above his collar. His hair matches his entirely black outfit, the only colour coming from the white stripe of his collar.
Walking up to you he towers above you, placing a hand either side of your body resting on the alter he cages you in. Your eyes darting up to meet his.
‘Please, I really must insist, I..’ lost for words as your eyes meet his. His face so close to yours you can almost feel his breath on you.
‘Who are you?’ You question with a curious but cautious tone to your voice.
‘A god worthy of your worship. Will you prove your devotion to me little lamb?’ He says with a mischievous smile as he lifts one hand from the alter to stroke first down your cheek, trailing it’s way down your neck until his long dexterous fingers reach the top of your buttoned blouse.
You shake your head to tell him no without using words to hopefully avoid conflict. Your eyes shifting from his, dropping to the floor before darting back up to meet his gaze again.
‘I could make you, but that would be no fun’ he growls in your ear as you try to push him away.
‘Get away from me!’ You shout as you push him lightly on the shoulder.
‘Unlike your false god I can prove my power to you, would that help little lamb?’ He says through a grin.
‘Then do it’ you say confidently, sure that the man in front of you is about to show you nothing of any note.
Autho he looks like a god with his piercing eyes and his shirt clinging to every inch of his impeccable body, you were sure that he was about to prove to you that your own faith was the only thing you were about to believe in.
Just as those thoughts rush through your mind the green glow that earlier floated above his hand re appears. In a split second the entire room is eclipsed by a green light, from the ceiling of the chapel it looks as tho stars are falling from the night sky as fireworks erupt from the darkness.
You look up in amazement as the world seemingly moves around you. When you look back to the man you discover that his gaze has never left your face.
With another snap of his hands the green light subsides and plunges you both back into near darkness.
Breathing heavily you feel him move towards you, this time unflinching, you let him close the distance between the two of you.
As his lips lightly connect with yours, you inhale his scent, he smells like pine and whiskey, it almost reminds you of Christmas.
He pulls you in closer to him, your body pressed firmly against his as one of his arms wraps around your waist.
You place one hand delicately on his chest feeling the softness of his jackets lapel, your other hand pressing against the alter to support yourself.
Loosing yourself for a second you press deeply into the kiss before pulling back from him with a quiet gasp, lifting your hand away from his jacket to lightly cover your freshly kissed lips.
‘I-I can’t, I haven’t, I’ve never..’ you trail off as you feel his eyes on you, he looks almost concerned.
‘I know little lamb, it’s all right. This is what you have to do to prove your loyalty to your one true god. Your virginity is that which you hold most sacred, your promise to the false god. I want you, all of you, to myself’
He pulls your hand away from your lips before taking your face softly in his hand and kissing you lightly. Pulling away from your face he looks to seek confirmation to continue, you lightly nod.
He pulls you closer kissing you again, one hand slipping to your lower waist as he conjures a dagger in the other hand.
Before you know what’s happening you hear the pinging of buttons hitting the hard wood floor and the coldness of the chapel against your chest.
You jump at the coldness as the handsome god holds you still.
Without being able to utter a word, his lips still pressed against yours, you feel his hand on your back slip lower as he bends slightly to place a fist around the hem of your pencil skirt. In an instant you hear the sound of ripping fabric and feel the skirt drop to the floor.
You are left standing in front of the god wearing nothing but black lace lingerie and suspenders holding up your black seamed stockings.
He pulls away from you to admire his handy work.
‘My my little lamb, by the look of these you must have been waiting for a worthy god for some time’ he mocks as his finger intertwines with your suspender strap, grasping it and harshly pinging it against your thigh.
Letting out a slight moan your hands cling in fists to his jacket, your eyes darting to his clerical collar.
‘Correct me if I’m wrong little lamb, but it seems as if you may be enjoying yourself, perhaps too much.’ He sneers with a grin.
‘Maybe, sir’ you say with a girl like giggle.
‘Well, we can’t have that now, can we. Bend over.’ He demands, grabbing you by the back of your neck, spinning you around and bending you over the alter.
Adjusting to your new position you hear his words come from behind you
‘Little lamb, tell me, do you remember your Lord’s Prayer?’
‘Yes sir’ you say, your hands splayed out on the alter, your face almost touching the bible in front of you.
‘Good, now recite it for me little lamb. Furthermore I am not your sir, I am Loki, your god and you will address me as such.’ He mutters in your ear, his breath hot on your neck.
‘Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name’ you say confidently.
‘thy kingdom come; thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven. Uh!’ You whimper, your voice catching at the end of your sentence as you feel Loki’s large hand come down to spank your ass hard, leaving a light pink hand print in its wake.
‘Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us. Ah!’ You yell feeling his hand strike you again, harder this time.
‘And lead us not into temptation’ his hand colliding with your sensitive skin again.
‘but deliver us from evil. Ah, Loki, yes!’ You moan out loudly.
‘For thine is the kingdom’ his hand falling harder against you.
‘the power and the glory’ striking you twice, once on each sensitive cheek.
‘for ever and ever, uh’ you almost scream out.
‘Amen’ the god lays one last, hard spank against your fragile skin as you breath deeply, your chest rising and falling against the alter.
Loki grabs your wrists and pulls you up, your wrists held behind your back.
‘Good little lamb, taking your punishment so well, are you ready for your reward?’
‘Yes Loki, pl-please’ you stutter out breathily.
As the words leave your mouth you feel his hand squeeze tightly around your neck, pulling you closer to him, your back against his chest.
In a flash of green the dagger from earlier reappears in his hand. He drags it down your chest between the valley of your breasts before using it to cut your bra open at the front, pulling the straps down your arms.
Before you can cover yourself Loki has spun you around and pushed you against the alter. Knife still in hand he grazes it over one sensitive nipple at a time, proceeding to drag it down your stomach until he reaches the line where your panties begin.
His eyes fixed on yours, he places the blade flat against your covered heat, your slick soaking through the underwear, coating the blade.
‘Are you afraid little lamb?’ He leans in to whisper in your ear.
‘No, Loki, I want you, only you’ words whispered in a seductive tone.
‘Such a good girl for me, so eager to please your new god’ he taunts.
With that the blade vanishes and is immediately replaced by his hand sliding your panties to the side, colliding with your moistened heat.
Softly dipping his fingers into you he spreads your wetness up to your clit, rubbing in circular motions. You let out a breathy moan as his lips collide with yours.
Your hands darting up to pull him in closer by his neck you can immediately feel his length harden against you, as his body meets yours he lets out a breathy moan into your kiss.
His finger circling your clit becomes faster and more urgent until you hear a low growl come from Loki’s mouth as he bites your lip hard enough to draw blood.
His hand circling your sensitive bud halts it’s movement and pulls at the lace fabric of your underwear, tugging them down your legs and off of your body. He holds your panties in his hand, placing them into his pocket for safe keeping.
As he looks at you he notices a small trickle of blood resting on your lips, he runs his thumb over them softly collecting the remainder. Bringing his hand to his mouth he sucks the blood from his thumb, steering into your eyes with intensity.
With your hands still resting on his shoulders he hooks his hands onto your ass and lifts you up. Your legs wrapped around him.
He walks over to one of the wooden pews at the front of the chapel, placing you down just in front of it, he takes a seat with you standing almost naked except from your stockings and suspenders in-front of him.
Slipping his jacket off and placing it on the wooden floor in front of him.
Watching you with hungry eyes, he unbuckles his belt and pulls the zipper of his trousers down. Pulling his length free from its confines he wraps one large fist around himself and begins slowly pumping himself up and down.
Your eyes transfixed on his movements you barely hear the demanding words slip from his mouth.
‘Kneel little lamb, kneel for your god.’
You kneel in front of him, knees placed on top of the jacket he has thoughtfully placed for you.
You sit on your knees, legs slightly spread apart with your hands in your lap.
‘Come to me darling, show me what that talented little mouth of yours can do, other than pray’ he groans.
Reaching up between his legs you run your hands over his thighs sliding towards his length.
As your hands reach his cock you take him softly into your hands. Releasing his member to you, his hand runs through your hair and rests on your jaw, lightly pushing your mouth open. Sliding his thumb into your mouth you suck on it softly, closing your eyes moaning into the feeling.
Pulling his thumb from your mouth you release him with a pop.
Your eyes shift from his dropping to your hand wrapped around his hardened length. Slowly bringing your face to him you kiss his tip and give it a few initial kitten licks.
Slipping him into your mouth you breath in hard taking as much of him into your mouth as you can manage. His fingers entangled in your hair, he grabs a fistful of it and holds you firmly, guiding your head up and down.
Taking him in deeper you hollow your cheeks to fit more in, as you do you hear him let out a deep moan. Looking up to meet his gaze, he is hypnotised in watching you. As you quicken your pace you see his head drop back, his dark curls hitting his shoulders.
‘Oh little lamb, you are truly my most devoted servant’ he moans out, pulling you up to meet him.
‘Kiss me, let me taste myself in your mouth’ you stand up to meet him, kissing him deeply as his tongue slips into your mouth.
‘Sit here darling, I want to see your beautiful face as I take your innocence’ he says daringly, pulling you onto his lap with your legs straddling him.
‘I don’t know much of what I’m doing Loki, you might have to teach me’ you say almost embarrassed by your lack of knowledge in front of Loki who is clearly much more experienced.
‘Oh my little lamb, I wouldn’t have it any other way’ he says kissing you urgently.
He lifts his cock to meet you, sliding his tip over the wetness gathering it over your clit.
As he glides over your clit with his length he breaks the kiss
‘This may hurt at first my little lamb, but don’t despair, it’ll only last a second’
Just as he’s finished his sentence he begins guiding you down onto his length. You let out a pained moan as you hold tightly onto the shoulders of his shirt and close your eyes tightly.
Ceasing all movement for a moment he lets you adjust to the new feeling as you feel yourself stretch around him. After a few seconds you begin moving yourself up and down onto him. Moaning out his name, the pain vanishing in seconds, being exchanged for pleasures you only thought you would feel in heaven.
Opening your eyes, you meet his expression, he looks as though he is in awe of you. He places his hands on your hips and squeezes tightly. Leaning back he thrusts up into you, setting a fast pace for you to keep up with riding him.
Both of you letting out wanton moans, your mouths hanging lightly ajar as your sounds reverberate, bouncing off the walls of the chapel.
‘Oh my little lamb, your god is so pleased with you. Your sacrifice for your lord will be remembered in Valhalla’ he growls out.
Your moans growing louder and more urgent with every thrust.
‘If you can’t keep quiet little lamb, I may have to gag you’ reaching into the pocket of his trousers he pulls out your moistened panties. Opening your mouth willingly he gently pushes them in, your tongue hitting the material you taste yourself on them.
His hand reaching down to circle your sensitive bud. You feel your climax building, tightening knots in your stomach as tears start to build in your eyes. Such intense pleasure washes over you as you feel although you may explode.
‘I can feel you tightening around me little lamb, cum for your god, show me that you are worthy of your gods seed’ he grunts into your ear as the pressure on your clit increases, pulling the panties from your mouth to hear your euphoric moans.
‘Oh Loki, my god’ you moan out as your orgasm washes over you. Clinging onto his shirt for dear life. He pulls you in closer kissing you as if every kiss was your last. As he growls loudly into your mouth. You feel his liquid mix with yours, coating your walls in velvet.
He holds you against him lovingly stroking your hair as your breath returns to both of you.
‘Well little lamb, I think you’ve passed your test. Your god is very proud of you.’ He whispers before kissing you again. Lifting you off of him he reaches for his jacket and lightly placing it over your shoulders to keep you warm. He pulls you back into his lap and holds you close to him.
‘I may have to visit you more often my little lamb, now that I know how well you treat your god’
He places a finger lightly on the cross that hangs around your neck. A green glow omitting from it. Looking down you find that your cross has been turned into two snakes wrapped delicately around a rune which you assume spells his name.
You sit for a while kissing him, feeling as if you’d never known another god before him.
After the first night he visited you, he came back for you almost every night. You became his most devoted follower and you knew you were his favourite subject.
He replaced the false god in your heart and when you were apart you were certain that you, his little lamb, were always on his mind.
🤕 Bedside vigil & Lokius for the bed sharing prompts
Thank you for the ask! I resurrected my vampire!Mobius and priest!Loki for this fill. I hope you like it.
“I said I didn’t need your prayers.”
“And yet, I still offer them.”
Mobius scoffed and turned his face away. Let the priest try to save the soul he no longer had. If he could, then Father Laufeyson truly could work miracles.
Not that Mobius couldn’t use one currently. A nasty encounter with some vampire hunters had left him bed-ridden, their holy poison slowly working its way through his body. It hadn’t been enough to end him but the effects had rendered him as weak as when he’d first been turned.
It’d been Father Laufeyson who had found him afterwards. The priest had gotten Mobius out of the rising sun and stayed at his bedside while Mobius fought the poison. The vampire had insisted he would survive and that the priest should return to his flock. Father Laufeyson had merely given him a somber smile and Mobius had been too weak to argue anymore after that.
Mobius coughed drily and grimaced when he swallowed. His throat and tongue were painfully parched, a side-effect of the poison along with the weakness.
“Here.”
Mobius turned his head to find Father Laufeyson holding out a cup.
“What is this?” the vampire asked. “Last Rites?” He meant for it to come across teasingly but the dryness of his throat mangled the attempt.
“Yes,” Father Laufeyson deadpanned. “I’ve sat vigil at your bedside all day only to finish the hunters’ work when you’ve finally begun to come ‘round.” He still held the cup out to Mobius. “Take it. Or do you not trust me?”
Trust. That unspoken feeling. How could they, a man of the cloth and an undead fiend, trust each other?
That Mobius hadn’t trusted anyone other than the priest in a century was another thing he didn’t feel needed saying.
Without a word, Mobius accepted the cup and the priest’s help to sit up and drink.
Warm blood flowed into his mouth. The thickness of it coated his tongue and aching throat. He moaned as he took it in. It wasn’t as hot as when he fed directly from a vein. And it had started to congeal. But to Mobius, it was like water from an oasis for a dying man.
He drained the cup’s contents and licked the rim and his lips. His stomach clenched. He wanted more, needed more, but he was too weak to hunt and didn’t have faith that he could feed properly. That small taste would have to suffice.
Mobius settled his head on his pillow with a grateful sigh. “Where-”
His question stopped short as Father Laufeyson wiped the cup clean and moved to set it aside. From underneath the wrist cuff of his cassock, a bloodied bandage peeked out.
Mobius closed his eyes, something he’d long thought dead stirring inside him with the realization of the lengths the priest would go through for him. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered chidingly.
“No?” Father Laufeyson didn’t feign innocence as he sat at the edge of Mobius’ bed and covered the bandage better. “And why not? You needed blood and I have vowed to give you mine.”
Mobius rubbed his hand over his face. He still felt drained but the strength from the priest’s blood was beginning to flow back into his muscles. “You swore that only to protect others. I’m not exactly a threat right now, Father.”
Father Laufeyson remained silent though his gaze never left the vampire’s. It made Mobius twitchy, like all those unvoiced emotions could escape under the priest’s serene blue eyes. Like he was in more danger in his own bed than he’d been with the hunters because it wasn’t his physical heart he had to worry about losing.
When Father Laufeyson spoke, it was barely more than a whisper. “Do you believe that I offer myself to you as I do because I am sacrificing myself for my parishioners? Or because I sacrifice myself for you?”
“Loki…” The priest’s given name left Mobius’ lips like a prayer. He shook his head. “I’m not worth your soul.”
“If not you, Mobius, then who?”
“You-”
Whatever he’d meant to say choked him, that dry cough plaguing him once more. Father Laufeyson patiently helped him through it, patiently resettled him when the coughing subsided, patiently brushed Mobius’ hair off his face and wiped at his mouth when he was done.
“How much longer will this last?” the priest asked in a quiet tone.
“By nightfall tomorrow, I should be better.”
“Do you need more blood?”
Mobius stared at him. When was the last time someone had taken care of him so selflessly? Had put his wellbeing first? Had cared for him thusly? If Mobius could remember it, it wouldn’t matter.
Anyone who had cared was long past dead.
The vampire extended his arms. “What I need is for you to rest.” When Father Laufeyson hesitated, Mobius simply grabbed the sleeve of his cassock and tugged him down onto the bed. It was a tight fit, especially with the priest’s length, but they made it work.
Somehow, they made a lot of things work.
Rosy blood flooded Father Laufeyson’s face, the tips of his ears turning pink with it. “I shouldn’t.”
Mobius shushed him and pulled the priest closer. “You have done worse than lay with me fully clothed, Father. Besides, you resting will help me rest as well.” He lowered his voice into a tempting purr. “Don’t you want to make me feel better?”
Father Laufeyson huffed but settled himself more comfortably into the vampire’s arms. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I am,” Mobius agreed with a grin. Impulsively, he pressed a kiss to the top of Father Laufeyson’s head. He’d think about the need to do that later. When he felt better. It was enough for now to breathe in the soft, incense-smoky smell of the priest’s hair, to feel his warmth seeping into Mobius’ cold body, and to appreciate that he was still there to do that and more.
“Thank you, Loki,” Mobius whispered. “For all of it.”
The quiet sounds of the man he loved asleep in his arms were his answer.
@enstatia 's Priest Loki picture (rebloged before) has become an obsession of mine.
I don't know if it came out any good, it certainly isn't what I hoped for but... I had to... Loki made me do it...
"Kneel," he says as the thunder rumbles and the sheep obey without even a thought of protest. They lower their heads and prepare for prayer but instead the new priest commands with a dark, velvety voice "look at me".
They do. He looks at them like they were merely ants before him. He is a stranger to them. He is handsome as the devil. And as they look at him unholy thoughts fill their minds. Every man and woman feels his gaze warming them... filling them with desire.
Oh, they wish to touch those cheeckbones ever so narrow... to kiss those lips... to lick that statesque neck... suck the earlobes... Hear him moan...
The very thought of him taking them quickens their hearts even if their minds are unwilling... screaming at them of sin.
The look in the priest's eyes is cold as the icy winds of the northern seas. There is no love in them.
"What have we forgotten?" his voice echoes in the church walls as powerful and fearsome as the thunder.
Oh, they know the answer. It burns in his green eyes. How quick they have been to judge the others, how unmerciful...
"We have forgotten god."
Yes, they have. But he hasn't. He is not human, this they know. He is... a god... and he has come to remind them what it is to fear, worship a god. Mostly fear.
Also he has come because he lost a bet to his brother from another mother...
Another priest Loki since there is a lovely autumn storm outside.
CONFESSION
The lace like shadows of the confessional booth steal your attention for a moment. It's been a long time since your last confession... perhaps you've never done it before. Who knows? Perhaps you've been a good little human.
It is a very short lived moment though. Soon your attetion is completely taken. As it should.
What you see next takes your breath away.
The priest isn't humbly listening, showing you only his solemn profile. No. He is staring you right into your soul. Eyes are the window into it, right? Well, his eyes are bright green. They shine with a strange, divine... magic. There's no other word for it. Magic.
You can smell the magic in the air. You breathe it and feel the warmth of it. A sinful warmth.
"Forgive me, father, for I have..."
"Had fun, darling?"
His voice is low... irresistibly soft though... sinfully playful... It makes you shiver a little from sheer pure, raw pleasure.
"Father", you call out your voice a little confused, nervous.
His voice softens, goes gentler... a little more priest like: "Darling. You came here to confess, didn't you? So. You have sinned?"
"Yes, father."
"Oh. Tell me more." His voice sounds and feels like an intimate whisper in your ear. You shiver again. A heat rising inside of you. Your mouth opens but not to speak words. To kiss. To let his tounge inside of your mouth. Oh, you yearn to feel his breath on your face, entering you.
A quiet whimper escapes you. You lower your eyes as you feel yourself blushing ever so deliciously shamefully. You pray he doesn't smell the scent of your heat.
But oh how his scent fills you. You can't even begin to describe it, his scent. It's clean, salty and manly... spiced up by pine trees and a hint of smoke... not just that but the smell of fire... something... ancient... inhuman... He isn't a human, not a man... A hint of the scents of the dogs you love after cold winter walks... a scent of a wild beast lazily enjoying the summer sun... but he is no beast either.
Tell him more... confess.
You can't.
His eyes burn a brighter green. You feel something warm brush against your legs and then slithering up. You don't know why... or maybe you do, you sly minx... but you spread your legs eagerly.
"My darling..."
"Your child, father..."
"No. My child you are not. What I am about to do to you, I would never do to a child."
You gasp for air. You feel ever so naked.
"My darling", yes, he says it possessively but not like a man would. Like a god that's more like it.
"Your sin, my little darling. Is it a thought?"
You nod biting your lower lip. It makes him smile.
"A thought. How lovely. The thought of..."
Oh god! That thing slithering up your leg nears your precious, intimate parts and...
"Ohhhhh...." Your lower body is filled with such pleasure you press your palms to the walls of the confessional booth.
"A thought of this?"
"Aaah..."
His voice fills with warmth, joy of hearing, feeling, smelling your pleasure: "You are such a delightful little thing, aren't you, my darling? So easily tempted, like a child in a candy shop."
His soft laughter makes it so much worse. It's like your sensitive, most intimate parts were taking in the sensation... as if you could hear and feel his voice down there and... Oh, how it makes you moan and meow.
You hear him breathe out slowly as if he too was feeling ecstatic. The sound of that breath spreads all over your body caressing your skin that has never felt so sensitive.
"My darling." His voice truly is mirroring your feelings. That feels like the first thrust inside of you. His breathing shivers and that's the second and the third.
"Oh, my dearest... your sin... ah... it's... hmmh..."
His palm suddenly slams against the lace like window of the booth. You jump but that movement is like taking him deeper and you whimper helplessly caught in your ecstasy. He breathes heavily, your own gasps pumping in harmony of his.
For a long, long, rapturous moments there is no talking... no others, nothing in your world exists but that wooden booth and him. His eyes burning with that green light, staring you openly, living with your pleasure, hiding none of his!
"Ah!" Your voices sing a duet that echoes through the cathedral.
You close your eyes as you come and jump startled when you open them. He is there right in the booth with you bent over you. He plants a kiss on your lips. A passionate kiss filled with godly love. Then his lips move on your forehead and the kiss is... fatherly. Forgiven. All is forgiven. Lies are revealed open to you and truth has set you free.
God loves you.
You reach out to him whispering his name.
"Loki."
"My darling."
Yes. His.
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