He clutched the sides of her face now in both his hands, putting a few inches of space between them, but still holding her eyes in earnest. The words he broke the silence with seemed to well up from some empty, unfillable place.
“Serah! I thought you’d never come back.” She had told him until next time, hadn’t she? But then she’d made him wait six weeks.
I can work with this.
She turned her face just to the side and, without releasing his gaze, slackened her jaw and dragged her lower lip up over the pad of his thumb. His pupils dilated at this and he took his hands away from her slowly, as though she were an armed explosive, and stepped back.
Serah stepped forward.
Another step in retreat from the priest, and another in pursuit from the Initiate. She put a saunter into her movements as she brought them together a second time. He stood there, limp in disbelief or perhaps surrender, as her arms trailed up and found their way around the back of his neck.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, David?” she asked, favoring him with what ignorant parties might call a sweet smile.
“It is,” he said, his hands coming up again of their own accord to rest over her shoulder blades. “It shouldn’t be, but it is.”
Serah tilted her jaw up, letting her mouth hover near his, watching those dark eyes for signs he would come the rest of the way on his own.
“Then take it.”
Her words, her simple challenge, tipped the scales. Lips were on hers again in a consuming kiss, the kind where breathing becomes heavy and can only rush in and out through noses. The silence of the darkening office was filled with small animal sounds of need and surrender, the priest’s hands went their separate ways, one tangling in her hair and the other slipping to her waist to crush them together. Serah was no stranger to lust, but it was still enough to make her lightheaded.
He took a step forward, leading her back, but not toward the door. In another three steps she felt something cool and pliant against her calves. The sofa. The press of his whole body made the suggestion, and Serah took it, sinking down onto the deep leather cushions. She didn’t even bother sitting up straight, intensely aware as she was that her priest was well beyond a desire to simply sit and talk.
Is this where you sat back and touched yourself, David? Did you think of me?
Of course the thought had to remain unsaid, as much as she wanted to see him blush at the question and hear him admit his sin. Too many questions would be raised; the whole charade would come crashing down around them.
Serah turned her body to the side and lay back lengthwise, her head coming to rest on a throw pillow that leaned against the rounded arm of the sofa. He followed her down, bold and hungry, a knee pressing into the cushion on either side of her thighs. Her fingers slid around to comb through his hair and graze his scalp, and again they were locked in a kiss. The priest seemed to have no fear at all now, and let the weight of his body cover hers, trapping Serah deliciously under warm, heavy muscle.
But it was short-lived, and he tore himself away from her, coming back up to his knees. His eyes burned down into hers, mouth slightly open and lips swollen from their reckless kissing. In a gesture clearly meant to convey more than he was capable of with words at the time, his right hand came up to his collar and tugged out the stiff white insert. He extended his arm away from the sofa and let it fall to the floor.
Serah felt some great, ancient machinery groan to life, long-unused gears the size of continents creaking into motion. This was it.
Yes, Priest. Leave it all behind. Come with me. I’ll show you the way. Your new way.
Now his hands were moving to buttons, undoing his collar, then the next down, and another.
Yes.
She crossed her arms and gripped the bottom of her blouse in both hands, drawing everything up and over her head, flinging the garment aside. As soon as he saw the flimsy lace of her bra the priest fell on her again, not even bothering to shuck off his own, now fully unbuttoned shirt.
His mouth was on her throat, sucking, teeth grazing at the pulse in the hollow near her shoulder. Hands gripped at her ribcage and she arched into his touch, leading him along the path. When his lips found her cleavage he stopped, pulling back just enough to rake his eyes over the ripe flesh. It lasted about four seconds.
He buried his face again, lapping at her, inhaling her scent. Her nipples had tightened into conspicuous little buds that vied for attention through the dark lace. When the first of his exploring palms found one, a thumb brushing by in an idle caress, his eye was drawn over, followed by his mouth.
Her priest didn’t bother to push the fabric out of the way. His lips took her in, pulling the tender peak into warmth. The rasp of the lace between his circling tongue and the lucky nipple was enough to set her pussy buzzing at a higher intensity still.
Who’s leading who where, Serah?
After several moments of extremely rewarding suckling and pawing, she felt him cross some threshold of frustration. He was pulling down on the cups, trying to shift the lace out of the way. The underwire and straps fought him, and he came up on one arm, gesturing urgently with the other.
“Off!” he said, waving at the bunched mess of her bra. “Take this off!”
She was all too happy to oblige him. With one hand twisted at the wrist behind her back, she worked open the hooks, whipping the bit of lingerie to the floor with their other discarded clothes. Her hands came without thought to cup her breasts, lifting them in offering for her lover’s eyes. He groaned at this and lowered himself again, sliding and arm around her back and pulling her close.
The first full skin-to-skin contact between their bodies had Serah making low tortured noises of her own. His black shirt hanging open and her bare breasts crushing against the wall of his chest were sensations that could have gone on forever, in her opinion. And damn if this man didn’t like to kiss.
A hand found the curve of a breast, began to knead, and lips followed it, eager to try the new flesh without the offending bra in the way. He drew her into his mouth, and she slid her fingers up the nape of his neck, holding him to his task. Her hips, trapped between his thighs, began to roll against the erection she could feel laying heavy against the inside of his trousers.
Attention called to the evidence of his arousal, he rose from his trance of suckling and looked back up at her, meeting her eyes with some fevered question.
“David?”
She was breathless. What was wrong? What?
He shifted his right leg so that he knelt, at least with that knee, between her thighs instead of outside. Her legs parted enough that the material of her slim skirt was forced to bunch and ride higher.
The priest moved a hand to the outside of her knee and began to slide it, upward. He seemed to watch himself do this as though it was someone else’s hand climbing the thigh of a topless redhead reclined on a sofa in a clerical office. His hand rode up, pushing the skirt higher still, until his fingers reached the thin line of her panties where they stretched over her hip. He followed the edge of the fabric down, and then there they were: the two of them, at the edge.
He was touching the damp slip of fabric bunched between her thighs. Serah’s face had heated and she knew she’d be pink. She actually heard herself whine when he left off tracing her sex through sodden lace and nudged her panties aside, sliding his fingers finally between the wet, swollen lips of her pussy.
It wasn’t nearly enough though, as he pulled his hand back after mere seconds to shake slick fingers accusingly in front of her face.
“Why?” he asked, hurt in his eyes warring with desire. “Why do I want this so bad?”
Something tightened unhelpfully in her chest at this. She hurt for him, to have to war with his own wants this way. Everything always seemed so simple for her.
Stop it. Empathy is not a part of this. Focus.
“Because you're a human being, David,” she said, bringing her hands to take up fistfuls of the open sides of his s
hirt. “There’s no failure in simply being a man, flesh and blood. Come here.” Her last command was quiet but firm, and she pulled him down by his shirt, bringing them together in another kiss. There was no room for his mind to be busy with doubts.
She worked a hand between them as he fell to tasting her again, and found the solid girth of his cock. Six weeks must have been pure torture for him, and Serah felt a flare of gratitude that she didn’t have to experience mortal time the same way as her mark. He’d felt so good sliding through her fist, into her mouth that first time, and she was relieved that her wait had not been nearly as long. She wanted it again.
Her fingers gripped him through his trousers and stroked the length of his shaft, bringing an involuntary thrust of his hips and a strangled moan that spilled down her throat through the kiss. Serah teased him, wound him tighter by tugging, kneading, scraping her nails over the straining erection until he was grinding into her touch like a teenager in the back seat of a sedan.
The frenzy reached a peak and he sat up, coming completely to his knees. His eyes were on hers and he stripped off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then his hands were on his belt, working.
“God save me, Serah, I want you,” he said roughly, jerking the leather through the buckle and moving to fumble at the button. “I can’t help it.”
Oh yes. Here we go.
“And I want you, David.” She hiked her skirt up to her waist readying herself for him. It wasn’t a line, though. She did want him. It was utterly useless, of course, considering she’d be moving on the minute she passed her test, but still. In the fleeting infinity of the mortal present, Serah wanted to have David Kent for her very own, and to make him feel with her.
“No,” he said, stopping her and laying a hand on a skirt that had essentially become a belt. “This comes off. I want to feel you.” He was pushing his trousers down over his hips now, slipping out of them, discarding socks and underwear. She followed his lead, agreeing with the idea entirely, and her skirt was cast aside along with her panties and heels.
When she looked up at him again, all that was left on his body was a fine gold chain at his neck. A tiny cross dangled from it. She kept her eye roll to herself.
Great. I’ll have that staring me in the face, I suppose.
It didn’t matter. He was naked and, she had to admit, rather glorious. Firm, fit lines of muscle, a smattering of chest hair, small tan nipples … And that fucking cock. She growled, silently to herself. He didn’t make her wait.
Now both his legs were between her thighs and he came down to rest most of his weight on her, rigid desire pressed between them. She sank back into the couch, tilting her hips up to surround his length with the slippery folds of her pussy.
He slid though her moisture, bearing down with his hips, and she lifted her face to snare him in a final kiss before the inevitable. Serah could only imagine what he was feeling now. As a man, and not a priest, he was losing his virginity far later in life than most. How long had he gone, fighting down erections and doing nothing about them? Wondering what it was like to join in the flesh with another person?
It was time. His grinding stopped and he broke their kiss, hand coming between them to grip his cock and begin to aim it. He fumbled, prodding at her uncomfortably with the blunt head, a look of concentration tightening his face.
Of course. He’d never done this before. It was almost sweet.
“Here,” she said, taking over his hand hold, “Let me.” Serah guided the tip in a small circle, easing him between her lips and spreading her wetness. She had him at her entrance, hot, poised, and began to push back.
“Wait!” There was a glimmer of panic in his eyes. He looked down at what was about to happen, and then back up to her face. She gave him a squeeze of reassurance and he groaned, eyelids falling shut, jaw tightening. When he met her eyes again, there was something different there. A thing far too big for what they were doing. If immortality hadn’t been riding on her next few moments, she would have scurried away, unprepared to face what she saw there.
Keep it together, Initiate.
His voice cracked when he spoke, “Serah, I —”
No no no!
“Shhh.” Her pulse raced as though she’d narrowly cheated death, but she forced her words to sound calm, deliberate. “David. Just be here. With me.”
She watched him swallow and took it for a gesture of acceptance. There could be no further hesitation. Their bodies aligned and she slid him home, right to the hilt.
“Holy … !” He gritted his teeth, surrounded for the first time, buried in sex.
For long seconds he simply held himself there, braced on his arms, thumping excitedly into her heat. She drew her knees up and gave him an encouraging nudge with her hips.
That did it.
Somehow, once properly fitted together, bodies seemed to know on their own what to do, and David Kent’s was no different. He began to move, sheathing his cock and drawing back in a tentative motion, trying the feel of her. He soon had a rhythm, and she felt his confidence growing. Serah pushed back, taking him in, filling herself to the brim with her prize.
Holy fuck. Her own thought finished the one he’d bit off as he entered her. That dick … Thy rod and thy staff comfort me indeed, Priest.
But it wasn’t merely sensation. It wasn’t just a hard length of flesh plunging inside her, exquisite though it felt. He wouldn’t stop staring at her, and that look of wonder, of homecoming in his eyes was making her feel some very inconvenient things, tightening her throat. She blinked rapidly to clear the troublesome emotions, but he was slipping an arm behind her back, gathering her to him.
The priest sat up, bringing her with him, until they were upright on the sofa. Her legs circled his waist and he sat back on his heels, sliding his palms up her back. A hungry kiss sealed them together and Serah was pulled, unwittingly, into the moment as well. His mouth trailed lower, over her throat and collarbone, and she angled herself back, anticipating his wants.
She was right, and lips closed over one of her nipples in the sweetest pull. Her hips rode against his in luxurious waves, and she ground her clit over the firm pad of flesh at his base. His hands moved to clutch at the cheeks of her ass and he made his own efforts to thrust and fill her.
The arrangement of limbs seemed to require more concentration than either of them had for a first time such as this and, with a heave, the priest moved to lie on his back, taking her with him, still impaled.
Serah leaned down, taking her turn to lead a kiss this time, nipping at his lips and tasting him. Her lover’s confidence had grown, and his arms came around her waist, squeezing her close. He began to pump into her, the strokes measured and deliberate, savoring the experience as though it might be his only chance.
It was maddening, and she pushed herself up on her arms, breaking his hold around her waist. Serah sat up, sheathing him to the root, daring herself to watch his face as she slid a hand between her legs to tease her clit. There was no sense in not giving him everything before it was over.
Why shouldn’t he see a woman come?
But her priest seemed to have other ideas, and his hands came to her hips. He drew back and thrust up into her, the give in the sofa cushions enough to permit him some range of movement. Spurred on by his discovery, he repeated the motion. Did it again. It was too good, and he couldn’t stop.
He was driving up into her now, her cheeks spread by the grip of his fingers pulling her apart. Every plunge was met with cool air brushing over slick flesh. Serah’s fingers had not stopped their work, and her pussy hummed with anticipation. Could she do it? Could she?
“Serah!” Her name came from him as a hiss, and his face and chest were red. “Oh God, Serah!” His movements were becoming erratic, hips bucking wildly beneath her.
The finish line leapt abruptly into view for the Initiate of The Fallen, as moon in a telescope, instantly large and close. Her hand was furious between her thighs, strumming her clit with a will w
hile David’s cock speared at her, thick and determined. She threw coaxing aside and demanded.
Come on! Now! Give it!
“Rrrghh! David! Fuck!”
Serah came over him in a jangling chorus of release, bells ringing out and golden light exploding from her sex, her fingertips, her eyelids and hair. Every part of her burst into the night, on fire and raining down on her lover like spent gunpowder.
“Serah.” The note in his voice said he was right behind her. She felt his fingers dig into the meat of her hips. His thighs tightened. The cock inside her went impossibly hard.
“Serah! Yes! Oh!”
The rest of it trailed off into a growl and then she felt it. The pulses, the thumping as he spent himself up into her body. Hot seed rushed to fill her up, overflowing, and now her pussy was drenched. Their coupling reached a new liquid plateau, and she rode his final thrusts with a heady satisfaction.
Not bad for a first time, Priest.
She leaned back down, capturing his mouth with hers, their movements exhausted, breath coming ragged from two sets of lungs. Her body sagged on top of his and she lay her head on his damp chest, pleased and sated.
You did it, Serah. You did it.
Now all she needed to do was make her exit and seek audience with The Fallen on the other side. She could claim her reward.
For the moment, though, she was too dazed to do any such thing. Serah settled in, bringing a limp hand to his chest, and the priest cradled the top of her head under his chin, his arms circling her waist, smoothing over her back.
For a time they remained that way, and she wasn’t entirely certain they didn’t also doze off. The sky outside appeared some measure darker than the last time she opened her eyes. His cock had softened and slid from her and his hands lay slack over her spine.
Serah stirred, bringing her palms to the cushions beneath them, levering herself up at the waist to take stock of her priest. He smiled sleepily up at her, fingers lifting to brush over her cheek, thumb smoothing along her lower lip. Something hitched in her chest at this.
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