Exorcised By Sin(2) 🫦🍆💦

Chapter 10

Father Elias’ POV

I didn’t pull out.

Not even after the first brutal thrust or even when her scream turned into a long, broken moan that vibrated through my cock like the echo of a prayer. Her walls gripped me so tightly that I could feel every pulse, every involuntary spasm as the demon fought inside her.

I placed my hands on both sides of her head, the altar stone cold under my palms, and I started to move.

I went slowly at first, testing and punishing myself with the drag of her heat then deeper. Each slap of my hips on hers making a wet, obscene sound into the chapel air.

“Harder Father,” she gasped, her voice cracking between Mara’s soft pleas and the demon’s guttural snarl. “Fuck it out of me, make it hurt goood.”

I gave her what she asked for.

I fucked her like I was trying to wreck something, like I was trying to break her, me, the vows that had chained me for years. The silk cords binding her ankles stretched, about to snap as her legs strained against them. Her free hand clawed at my back, her nails digging into my shirt. I could feel blood well up and I welcomed the sting. It reminded me that I was still human, giving in to my flesh.

Her body arched every time I thrusted deep into her womb, her breast bounced and heaved under the torn cloth, her nipples hard and flushed pink against her pale skin. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking hard and circling with my tongue as I tugged it with my teeth while my hips kept their punishing rhythm.

She giggled as she moaned high and desperately, torn between excitement and pleasure. The sounds echoed off the ceiling like a hymn gone wrong.

The demon fought back.

Her eyes rolled, showing too much white. Her voice dropped to a darker tone. “You think this purifies her? You’re only feeding me, priest. Every thrust makes her wetter, it only makes her want more.”

I pulled almost all the way out, slowly then slammed back in. She convulsed, her inner thighs quivering wildly. “Liar,” I growled against her throat. “I can feel you weakening.”

And I did. The black in her eyes filtered like a flame burning in the wind.

I flipped her.

The cords on her ankles snapped as I yanked her legs free. I turned her onto her stomach, her chest pressed to the altar, ass raised. Her clothes stayed ruffled around her waist. I spread her thighs with my knees, gripped her hips, and drove back inside her from behind.

I kept hitting a deeper angle as I thrusted harder. She sobbed into the stone, her cries mixed with pleasure, release, shame; all at once.

“Yess–God–yess.”

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, circling it roughly. She bucked, grinding back against me, trying to reach it. “Come for me, Mara,” I rasped. “Come and push it out.”

She shattered.

Her whole body seized; her back bowing as her thighs trembled. A raw cry escaped from her throat as her wet heat flooded around my cock as she came. Her walls clenched around me.

I felt the demon recoil, I heard it hiss like steam escaping from a crack but it wasn’t completely gone. Not yet.

I didn’t stop.

I pulled out, my cock still glistening in her juices. I coated my fingers in the blessed oil still open on the altar. She whimpered when I circled her back entrance, teasing and pressing just the tip of one finger in.

“Elias,” her voice, mostly hers now trembled lowly but was thick with need. “Please.”

I worked her open slowly. One finger then two. She rocked back, taking them deeper as she moaned into the stone.

The blasphemy of it burned through me as I used the sacred oil to prepare her like this, but the hunger was stronger.

When she was already loose, slick and begging, I notched myself at her ass.

“Tell me to stop,” I said, my voice husky. One last chance.

“Dont you dare.”

I pushed in slowly, inch by inch. She gasped, her fingers scrabbling at the altar edge. I paused when I was halfway, letting her adjust to my length. I stroked her back as I murmured nonsense; half Latin, half filth.

“Breathe. Take it. Let me finish this.”

She pushed back, taking it all in.

I started moving. Shallow thrusts at first, then deeper and steadier. My hands slid between her legs again, my fingers plunging into her soaked cunt while I claimed her ass. Filling her in both places.

Overwhelmed, she was shaking, babbling prayers mixed with pleas, “Father–God–harder…don’t stop–”

I fucked her through another orgasm, then another. Each one weaker for the demon, stronger for her. Black smoke wisped from between her parted lips, thin at first, then thicker. Her cries turned raw, human.

Her body locked down, every muscle turned rigid as the last climax built. I drove in deep, grinding against her, my fingers relentlessly working against her clit.

“Come,” I commanded. “Push it out. Now.”

She screamed.

Not pain. Not pleasure.

From release.

Her ass clenched around me in violent spasms, her cunt gushing over my hand, and the demon erupted; black smoke pouring out of her in a choking cloud, going towards the ceiling before disappearing into thin air. The candles flared bright, then dimmed. Silence crashed in.

I came with her.

I buried my spurt deep into her ass, my cock pulsing her as I filled her until it leaked out around me. My vision blurred as my knees buckled. I collapsed over her back, the both of us trembling, slick with sweat and oil and sin.

She went limp beneath me, her breathing turning shallow as she closed her eyes.

I pulled out carefully, watching my release drop from both holes, pooling on the altar. Guilt slammed into me suddenly, but it was muted. Distant.

I gathered her in my arms then carried her to the small side of the room behind the sacristy. I laid her on the narrow cot before covering her with my clothing.

She stirred once, her eyes fluttering open, soft brown now, with no traces of black.

“Elias…” she whispered.

“Sleep,” I told her as I planted a kiss on her forehead which tasted salty.

She did. Deeply. Peacefully.

I sat on the floor beside her, my back against the wall as I stared into the faint dawn light creeping under the door. My body ached.

But not as much as my soul did.

The demon was gone.

But something in me…wasn’t.