Kinktober Day 9 Priest Kink.
Things of Note: Zane is a Bad guy, obviously he is taking advantage of Reader to get what he wants which is a blowjob at the moment, Reader does Consent very much so, but is worried about the idea of forsaking Irenes temple Hes using his position as Irenes Priest to claim it isn't . Kind of degrading talk and shaming? Power imbalance, Humiliation kink?? maybe idk you gotta be to be with this guy, Zane is fully aware of how into it reader is, A large mix of degrading and praise, Reader isn'y fully Aware of how Zane is.
AN: I know im starting at a weird point i know to be honest-- I was busy with work then was like 'Eh ill just start on the day im able to start writing hthen guess what guys.... work has me in a place where i fully thought it was the 9th on the 7th sooooooooo FUN lmfao. I hope youll enjoy regardless, im going to try and write at least one of these a day from here on out!! will be trying to stick with the prompt for the day but, day....13 I believe Will be getting changed because someone gave me the idea of one of the days ive missed prompts with Dante and I like it alot more than any of the prompts for 13. If you want to possibly see a specfic prompt with a specfic character shoot me a ask!! right now ive got one for Dante, gene, and possibly more zane lolol also technically posted on the 9th my time take that!!!
The marble of the cathedral floor is cold and hard against your knees. How long have you been here?? Long enough for your neck to ache, head bowed and hands clasped together tightly, an amulet with Irenes symbol cool and wrapped around your fingers. Despite the overwhelming chill of the scene, you were flushed and hot.
The toe of heeled boot pressed harshly against your Clothed Sex occasionally, tantalizingly slow rubbing up and down catching on your clit pulling sharp gasps from your throat at the sudden stabs or stimulation and pleasure that shoots through your stomach. How long had you been here? Part of this game with him? Long enough to be soaked through your clothes shining his shoe with your own slick.
Every time your hips bucked against his shoe he prolonged your misery,
Every time you stuttered or a moan interrupted your prayer he prolonged your suffering.
The pounding in your pussy is angry and demanding but you continue on muttering Irenes Prayer over and over and while you don't say it allowed you both know... your praying for him, for him to stop, continue, touch you, bring you salvation, tear you to pieces anything he will give you will take in full force. But you've started losing yourself, the prayers arn't something you are doing consciously anymore just a motion you are going through from a haze of painful under stimulation and lust.
"My Poor pathetic little Lamb~"
Your breath hitches at his silky coo when had he last spoke?? You can't remember all the blood from your brain has traveled far south, Even farther when you feel cool silk brush across your cheek before grasping your chin, soft yet firm guiding your head to gaze up at him through a haze of unshed tears.
He looks ethereal, Moon shining through the stained glass, giving him a purple backlight covering you in his shadow. He's beautiful, Raven hair glossy and shining, His eyes like a frozen lake smug and glittering with satisfaction at your ruined state beneath him.
"Look at you. Your going to start dripping on the floor at this point" he smirks again caused embaressment to flicker in your chest again as a momentary clarity touches you in the moment a stark reminder your in a temple, a holy place getting off on the priests shoe.
"Yo-our Lordship i-" your breath hitches as your clit is caught again "please it... its not proper" you manage to whimper out despite how your body shivers hands tightening on the holy symbol in your hand to keep from gripping his robes before you can say more, his hand has already traveled to your hair, gripping a handful to tilt your head more forcefully up.
"I am the high priest of Irene. I am her embodiment come onto Ru'ann. To claim my will is improper, is to say Irene's is as well... is that what you're saying?" His voice is dripping in condescension, yet it's clam and collected the same tone he uses to deliver a sermon, and it makes your brain feel like it's on fire. You can only try to shake your head, no whining and whimpering, as he takes his boot away from your sex. But he holds your head still so, you must speak.
"No - no no no I wouldn't dare, please." You can hardly breathe, so pent up, it hurts... what are you even asking for?? You dont know, but whatever he gives you in turn, you will take. You can't see his lips covered by his usual mask but in the way his eyes crinkle you know a wide smirk has graced his features, you didnt know whether he looked like a devil or a angel in this moment but his voice drops to hardly more than a whisper before he speaks again.
"Do you want to be filled with Irene's grace Lamb?" He coos."I can do that for my favorite of the flock. " Your hips buck in response to his words. You hoped he didn't see it, but... your smarter than that. So instead, you swallow hard a small 'please' escaping you despite yourself, and he seems to grant you the mercy of overlooking your hips transgression. Instead slowly dragging his hand back down to your cheek and tapping your chin twice. Your brain is so melted you would have been confused if not for his other hand undoing his belt, pulling down the front of his pants and boxers down just enough to Pull his cock out to lightly slap against your face the hot breath from your open mouth causing it to twitch against you.
Zane was so pretty... every part of him, his cock is smooth and slender perfect and pristine.
"Take Irene's light," he breathes.
You know this isnt the place, you know the people would be HORRIFIED if they knew what you and the High priest were doing in here after dark but you couldn't find it in yourself to care anymore, you wanted this you wanted HIM so bad you thought you'd surely die if he was any further from you. You turn your head leaning back to place your tounge beneath the tip hot and heavy. And slowly, you close your lips around it, pressing against its front with your tongue to taste the precut leaking out. Salty, metallic, and almost a twinge of sweetness all lighting on your taste buds, considering he had the best diet in probably the land it made sense he wouldn't taste bad.
He inhales sharply eye rolling up to the back of his head as you do hands moving back to rest on the alter behind him as you work, tounge swirling around his head and slowly working yourself down his length with each bob of your head at your comfort. You relish at every noise he makes, moans he tries to disquise as pitching breaths and grunts he let's remain. Around when you can comfortably take a little more than half is when he seems to lose his patience had sliding to the back of your head again before slamming his hips forward until your nose is pressed flush to his pelvis, a real and true drawn out moan leaving his chest as your throat constricts around him in suprise. Almost on instinct, your hands separate moving to hold onto his thighs to stabilize yourself, but the dangerous gleam of his eye stops your hands, clasping them back together with the amulet. He smiles pleased, petting where he still holds your head before removing it, allowing you to pull back and gasp for air while his hand returns behind him on the altar with its twin.
"Don't disappoint Her ladyship now," he purrs devilishly despite his breathing equaling yours in intensity. You take one last deep breath, ignoring the sting of your throat to take him in once again, until you're completely full, and then with his nod, you start bobbing again. Obscene slurping fills the empty temple as you draw back to his tip round your tongue around him, then go back to his base, over and over again. Zane monolouges above you. If Zane was skilled with one thing, it was his silver tongue sounding in complete control and composure despite being buried in your tight throat.
"My Favorite little Lamb, down on her knees Taking the Divine cock like a true Disciple" he looks down to you a cold pleasure in his gaze "Despite... Ah.. Despite how your drool is making a mess of Irenes Floor" He was right... but the fact only made the ache between your legs run hotter.
It wasn't long before his expression tightens and his hips thrust forward despite himself words vanished into mindless expressions of Pleasure, hardly able to keep his eyes on you as they want to peer back into his head.
"Guh- ah- ah Im.. im going -" his pitch raises and his hips thrust as far as he can, burying himself within you again as far as possibly, one last deep unrestrained moan Leaving him as hot, come shoots down your throat "Guaaaaah" his head is thrown back, body slumping slightly as you pull off before you can choke. Most of the cum bypassing your mouth entirely but the final few spurts as you pull away lands on your tounge.
Before you can decide what to do with the mouthful of hot semen you feel Zanes hand cup your chin squishing your cheeks together.
"Would you waste the high priests gift?" He asks, carrying a tone of authority despite still trying to catch his own breath.
Not releasing your face until he feels you swallow, eyes widening in sharp Maniac satisfaction.
