Chapter Four

Seeing that tight untouched dusky pink hole sends a zap of lust through Khatri and he can’t stop himself even if there’s a gun held to his head. He swipes his tongue over the sensitive patch of skin, once, twice, and fuck, the taste, it’s like a revelation. warm, musky, a sharp tang of sweat and skin that’s all Matthew, dark and forbidden, like licking the edge of damnation itself. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that…” Matthew gasps, rocking back into Khatri’s tongue as it plunges into his hole, fucking him with a slow, greedy thrust. That’s the sign Khatri needs to stop eating his boy’s ass because he needs to be buried deep inside him before either of them cums.

Reluctantly, Khatri pulls away, giving it a few more licks before reaching blindly into his briefcase where he grabs the bottle of anointing oil. The irony isn’t lost on him as he pours it over his fingers, slicking them over Matthew’s ass before working a finger into him. The boy mewls, clenching around his finger so tight Khatri can’t even move it. “Fuck, I can’t imagine how tight you’ll be around my cock…” he groans. “But you need to let me prep you.”

But Matthew shakes his head frantically. “I’m ready. Bury your cock deep inside me where God’s hand will never reach.” Jesus Christ, Khatri never knew his innocent, sweet-looking Matthew had such a dirty mouth but as tempting as that was…Khatri wasn’t a small man by any means and he doesn’t want to hurt the boy so much that his folks will notice once this is over. He dribbles more anointing oil and slips a third finger in, stretching him wide.

When Matthew begins to desperately fuck back onto his fingers, Khatri can’t hold back anymore. he pulls his fingers out, lines up his cock, and starts to slowly thrust in, pushing hard enough for the blunt head to slide past the tight ring but the next breath rips out from his lungs in a choked gasp as Matthew roughly sits himself back on his cock, bottoming out in one go. And holy mother of fucking Jesus fuck! He tangles his fingers into Matthew’s hard and wrests his head backward, until he can slot their mouths together, swallowing the sexy sounds emitting from him.

he’s never felt a pressure so fucking insane. tight and hot, and so damn near perfect, God can actually strike him dead and it won’t matter to Khatri. this is home and how he stayed away for the past three months was insane, to say the least. He’s acutely aware of Matthew’s quick breathing and every minuscule movement he makes.

suddenly Matthew twists his hand to the back and he grips Khatri’s ass, whispering. “Fuck me. Now.”

That’s it. Growling into his neck, Khatri pulls out almost all the way, leaving just his tip in, and slams back in. He starts thrusting, hard, greedy, and fast, as if he couldn’t bring himself to pull out. “Take it…you can take it.” He snarls, hand cracking across Matthew’s ass, leaving a red print.

Matthew whimpers and then giggles, a twisted delirious sound that’s closely followed by begging. “More. Spank me harder!”

the priest’s mind reels, but his body obeys, spanking him again and again before gripping his hips to pound deeper. As Matthew’s cock swings in front of them, untouched and dripping onto the mattress, Khatri reaches around and begins to jerk him rough and fast. “Cum for me, baby,” he growls and his voice is like a command switch. Matthew’s body seizes instantly, cum spurting across Khatri’s hand in thick ropes.

but Khatri’s not done. even as Matthew seems to black out, he flips him onto his back, yanks his legs over his shoulders, and drives back in, chasing his own release. Seeing the boy’s tear-streaked, and absolutely fucked out face blink back to consciousness, closely followed by low moanings of “Father…Father…” like a prayer, Khatri leans down and bites his neck, sucking bruises into that pale skin. 

Upstairs the family hears the screams and the banging of wood against the wall and they all come to the same conclusion. “It’s working!” Matthew’s mother gasps, clutching her bible as tears of relief rake down her face. “The demon’s leaving him.” the family cheer obliviously while Khatri downstairs continues to fuck his sweet Matthew deeper and harder.

“Fill me….please…need your seed inside,” Matthew gasps and the priest loses it, thrusting erratically until his orgasm rips through him. he cums with a roar, spilling hot gushes of semen inside Matthew, claiming him as the boy clenches hard around him, milking every drop.

The sound of the basement door unlocking has Khatri roughly jerking away from Matthew, bringing him back to the reality of what he’s just done. his cock slick with oil and sin is quickly tucked back inside his pants and Khatri feels as though he’s drowning. He just sodomized a boy entrusted to him while a mere wall separated his family from the sick, ghastly sight. 

The footsteps are drawing nearer now and Khatri is seized by a wave of nausea. Matthew is still peacefully stretched out on the bed, cum leaking from his stretched hole while he gave him a loopy, sated grin, whispering. “Told you only you can make it better.”

God, his dick has a pulse of its own at this point. but Khatri has to act quickly. he looks around the room and his eyes fall on a dirty bedsheet. he grabs it and tosses it over the boy just as his family files into the room, teary-eyed.

“Father Khatri! You did it! You saved my boy!” Matthew’s mother cries, throwing her arms around the priest.

His stomach twists a hot, sour churn that climbs up his chest as the woman sobs into his shoulder. his legs feel rubbery like he’s just ran ten miles and his dick, still wet and even wilder, still half-hard, sticks to his thigh, making him want to puke. the room tilts on its edges and the image of Matthew’s cum-soaked ass flashes behind his eyes. Khatri’s breath begins to escape in short, ragged gaps and he feels dirty, used like he’s he’s sweating out every prayer he’s ever said. the family is all around him, crying, thanking as they mill towards the sated boy, but their voices are all static in Khatri’s head. he can’t look at any of them, his brain feels like goop in his skull. “Y-yeah, he’s…fine,” he mutters, voice cracking before shoving past them. he stumbled up the stairs after blindly stuffing his bible and holy water back into his briefcase, nearly falling out the door when he stepped out onto the porch.

God, what has he just done? his lungs expand, fighting to drag down air but Khatri feels like he’d melt if he spends any more time around the house. so without a second glance back, Khatri flees into the night, swallowed whole by the beast he’s just fucked into being.