Seven Deadly Sinners: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Dark Angel

  "Oh, God," I moan, my quivering voice exploding in the silence of the deserted chapel like thunder. Arching my back, I rest my hands on his head and tangle my fingers in his hair; I start yanking on it, harder with each passing second, and the next thing I know I’m dangling over a cliff of pleasure.

  And do you know what’s the right thing to do when you’re that close to pleasure’s cliff? You close your eyes and you jump. And that’s exactly what I do.

  "OH GOD!" I scream at the top of my lungs, an electrical storm raging inside my skull and electrifying every single thought floating inside my head. I don’t even know how much time I spend screaming; all I know is that by the time the orgasm washes over me, my throat is so sore that, instead of moaning, all I can do is croak feebly.

  "You liked that?" he asks me softly, pulling back from me and taking my leg off of his shoulder.

  "Liked it?" I pant. "I loved it!"

  With that, I offer him one wicked grin and bend over; grabbing him by his shirt, I pull him up to his feet and crush my mouth against his before he can react. Our tongues fight one another for an eternity and, as we kiss, I let my hands fall down from his chest to his belt. Unbuckling it as fast as I can, the metallic jingle of the buckle echoing throughout the empty chapel, I then push on his zipper and send his pants down to his ankles.

  "On your knees. It’s time for you to pay for your sins," he tells me sternly, even though there’s a delicious grin on his lips. Pulling back from him, I then fall down to my knees. He kicks off his shoes fast, stepping out of his pants equality fast, and then he starts to work on his shirt. The moment he pushes his shirt down his arms, revealing his ripped abs, I just lose it and reach for his boxer briefs. I tug them down hard, forcing his cock to spring free, and then I have to hold my breath for a second as I marvel at the sight of his naked body. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I see him naked; it’s always amazing.

  Biting on my lower lip, I flatten the palm of my hand over his hard cock, my heart beating so fast I feel lightheaded. God, I need him in my mouth right now.

  "I didn’t know that penance could be this good," I whisper, grabbing him tightly and leaning into his cock, my eyes never leaving his. I see pre-cum glistening on his tip, but I close my eyes as I reach for it; using my tongue, I allow his salty flavor to hit me at once. It coats my tongue in an instant and it travels all the way up to my brain, making me burn with desire and lust.

  Unable to restrain myself, I roll my lips down his shaft, feeling it brush against the inside of my cheeks as it goes down. I keep on doing it until my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock, the tip of it pressed against the back of my throat, and I hold my position there. I keep his whole cock inside of my mouth until I can no longer do it, and only then do I roll my lips back up his shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around his tip.

  Then, tilting my head suddenly, I run both my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when they meet his huge balls. Looking up at him as I do it, I part my lips and suck one of his balls in. It’s large and heavy, and I can’t help but shudder as I imagine the amount of cum he must be holding inside of him. God, I can’t wait for him to cover me from head to toe in his seed … and judging by the way his cock’s throbbing right now, I think he feels exactly the same.

  I lap with my tongue at his balls and then I move to the next one, repeating my motion. Pulling back, I open my mouth as wide as I can and, cupping both his balls with one hand, I suck them both inside of my mouth. They fill me up in a way that I didn’t even know to be possible and, when I finally let them out, my jaw feels as if it’s on fire. I go back to the tip of his cock then, my lips and tongue tracing an upward line over his shaft, and I fit the tip of his cock in my mouth once more.

  I close my eyes as he rests his fingers on my head, grabbing me by the hair, and I surrender to the wickedness that has taken over me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and devour his shaft once more, bobbing my head up and down over his cock until the wet sound of my lips on his flesh seem to fill the whole chapel.

  Sucking on him as hard as I can, I grab his cock with both my hands and start to suck and stroke at the same time. I keep on doing it until I feel a slight spasm running through his cock, and I would’ve kept on doing it if he didn’t stop me.

  "Fuck," he groans, looking down at me as if he’s in a trance. "Enough of your mouth… I want to fuck that pussy of yours."

  "Your wish is my command," I whisper, slowly going up to my feet. Locking my eyes on his, I place both my hands on his chest and push him back, forcing him down onto the small seat that lines the inner wall of the confessionary. I really have to thank whoever decided to set up such a large confessionary in here; one of the smallest ones wouldn’t have been as fun.

  The moment he sits down, I don’t wait; I climb on top of him, opening my legs and straddling him. I sigh heavily as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them eagerly, and then he runs his hands down the side of my body. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me down with one sudden movement. I let myself go, moaning hard as I feel his cock pushing its way past my wet folds and burying itself deep inside my aching pussy.

  "So… fucking… tight… Oh, this pussy will definitely be the end of me," he says, taking one hand up to my hair and yanking on it. I smile as he does it, burying my fingernails in his chest as hard as I can, swaying my hips at the same time.

  "It’ll only be the end if you want it to be… It can be the start, you know?" I tease him, my brain working hard to form a coherent sentence.

  "You’re the fucking devil, Clarise" he replies, grabbing me by the hips and pushing me down. He does it so harshly that I have to stop the swaying movement of my hips; he’s taking control, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not that I care; all I want right now is to submit to my confessor.

  As he pushes me down, he thrusts upward with his hips, forcing his cock to go so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream. Even if we weren’t inside a chapel, I’m screaming so loud that God and all the saints surely can hear me up in heaven.

  Slapping my ass as he keeps on thrusting, Connor ravages my pussy mercilessly. "I’m fucking you hard… so that you can repent hard," he exhales sharply, letting go of my ass and taking both his hands to my breasts, squeezing them eagerly. With his hands no longer on my hips, I go back to swaying my hips, riding him as hard as I can. I can already feel locks of hair plastering themselves to my forehead, sweat running down my face, but that only makes me go even harder.

  "You’ve gotta give me your best shot then… I don’t want to be a sinner all my life," I grin, rocking my hips so hard that I feel my bones rattling deep inside my body.

  "If that’s what you want," he responds, thrusting so hard that I see fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as my whole body starts to tense up, Connor’s thrusts making my very soul feel as if it’s being boiled.

  "OH GOD," I scream, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Leaning into him, I feel my hair cascading down my shoulders as I shut my eyes; I place both my hands into his chest and I dig my fingernails into his skin again, clawing at his hard pectorals like a mad woman. "OH GOD!" I shout again, a violent seizure taking over my body, pleasure raging through my veins and completely demolishing every single one of my nerve endings.

  But Connor isn’t done yet.

  Pushing me back, he forces me to get up; the moment I’m up on my feet, his hands go back to my waist and he forces me to turn around. With my back now turned to him, he reels me in again and I sit on his lap, feeling his cock throb against my inner thighs. I take my hand there and, grabbing his shaft, I guide it home.

  Lowering myself as fast and hard as I can, I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as his cock pierces me once more, his thickness fighting against my pussy walls. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks me: I doubt my pussy will ever grow accustomed to having something so massive inside of it. And no
, I’m not complaining; far from it, actually.

  "Yes… Yes…" I repeat over and over again, jumping up and down on his cock as I squeeze my own breasts. I move in a flowing motion and, even though the muscles in my legs are already burning with the effort, I just grit my teeth and push through the pain. I can’t even start to explain how amazing it feels to ride him this way… Oh, if only this moment in time could be frozen for all eternity. Ah, I wouldn’t mind having his cock buried inside my pussy for the rest of my life, that much is for sure.

  One of my hands falls from my breast and I let my fingertips brush over my skin in a straight line, my clit pulsing as I press two fingers over it. Rubbing it while I keep on swaying my hips, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs repeatedly, I throw my head back and close my eyes.

  I open my mouth to say something, but the pleasure I’m feeling is so intense that all I manage is another feeble croak of ecstasy. Even that makes my throat feel as if it’s on fire, all of it sore from all the moaning and screaming I’ve been doing. Usually, when one is confessing, whispering is in order, but between you and I, to moan and scream my confession is so much more fun.

  Not that I recommend for you to do it next time you find yourself in a confessionary. I doubt that most priests and pastors would be as accommodating as Connor is.

  "I want you to come for me, Clarise," Connor then says, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it. I fall back on top of him, my back pressed against his chest, and he starts thrusting upward with all of his strength. Right now, his cock seems to have turned into a jackhammer, such is the fury with which he’s hammering my pussy.

  "OH, FU --" I start again, my throat burning with the effort, but an orgasm cuts my sentence short. My pussy seems to be exploding right now, and the waves of that explosion are shaking me to the core. Molten lava seems to have been poured into my skull, and I feel my thoughts burning up as it happens, ecstasy raging through my body in such a way that I doubt I’d be able to answer you correctly if you asked me what my name is.

  "I want more," I find myself saying, the words getting out of my mouth before my brain can filter them out.

  "More?"

  "More!" I reply, my voice so high-pitched that it sounds foreign to my ears. Slowly standing up and making his cock pop out of me, I then turn around to face him and offer him both my hands. Taking them, I then pull him up to his feet. "I want more … and I want you to ravage all of me," I tell him with a grin, looking straight into his eyes as I nibble on my lower lip. "All of me," I repeat, these three words electrifying my brain.

  "Are you sure of that?" he asks me, but the grin on his face tells me that him asking is just a formality. Now that I’ve told him what I just did, there’s no stopping what’s going to happen now.

  "I’ve never been so sure in my life," I whisper, turning around on my heels and pressing my back against his chest. With his cock pressed between my ass cheeks, I start rubbing my ass against it, moving my body in a flowing motion.

  "D’you think you can take it?" he continues, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. With his hands on my hips, he softly matches the motion of my hips as I stroke his cock with my ass cheeks.

  "No, I’m not… But that’s half the fun, isn’t it?" I reply, my voice quivering as I imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside me again. Deciding to not waste one more second, I take one step forward and fall down to my knees; then, I lower my upper body and rest both my hands on the floor.

  "Now that’s a lovely sight," he says from behind me, and then I hear him kneeling down, his hands going back to my hips.

  "It’s all yours," I tease him, wiggling my ass from side to side. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my pussy, but instead of thrusting, he slides his cock upward. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the tip of his cock travelling up the length of my ass crack, and then I hold my breath as I feel it pressed against my asshole.

  Oh, Jesus, now I really can’t help but wonder—is this really going to happen? I mean, is it even physically possible? If having him inside my pussy is already something worthy of note, it must be impossible to have his cock inside my --

  "Oh, fuck, fuck," I groan as Connor starts pushing his cock against my asshole, feeding one inch of his huge member into me.

  "Are you okay?" he asks me, but my body replies before I can do it: I jut my ass back, forcing one more inch of his cock into my ass.

  "Don’t stop… Just… Just don’t stop," I beg of him, and he obeys without questioning me. Inch by slow inch, he pushes his thickness deep into my ass, only stopping when all of it is inside of me. "Oh, my God…"

  Moving as slowly and careful as he can, he then slides his cock out and then in again. He builds up a rhythm slowly, taking his time as he pistons into me. Not that I can keep track of time right now; I’m too dazed to do anything, to be honest. My brain is too busy with processing his thick cock as it goes in and out of my ass.

  "I want you… to cum… inside my ass," I tell him, gritting my teeth as he starts thrusting harder. With his fingers digging into my hips, he keeps me in place as his thighs start slapping my cheeks violently.

  Supporting myself with one hand only, I take the other one to my pussy and get to work on my clit, rubbing it hard with three fingers. My movements are so violent and erratic that I feel a slight stab of pain on my pussy, but that isn’t enough to make me stop; if anything, it just makes me go even harder.

  I remain like that for God knows how long, enjoying the coming and going motion of his cock as I rub my clit, and then I find these familiar flames of ecstasy shooting up my spine. A firestorm takes over my mind in a fraction of a second, scorching everything on its way, and I thrust my ass back against Connor. Impaling myself on his cock, I hadn’t even noticed that his whole body was tensing up as well.

  As I remain frozen in place, his whole twelve inches buried deep inside of me, I feel his shaft spasming viciously against the inner walls of my ass. Then, the sudden warmness of his seed hits me at once, coating my insides as I moan as loud as I can, completely ignoring the soreness in my throat.

  "Yes… cum… cum for me…" I moan as Connor keeps on gushing his whole load into my ass, and I don’t even dare move as he does it. Only when his cock gives its dying spasm do I give my body permission to fall forward. Collapsing on the cold floor, my face against the tiles, I don’t even have the time to reel from this orgasm.

  "You drive me so fucking insane," I hear Connor say as he rests his hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them wide as his cum drips down my ass crack. Then he leans into me, and I tremble as I feel the tip of his tongue moving up the length of my ass. He stops right on my asshole, and then he moves his mouth down in a hurry, crushing his lips against my hole. Jabbing his tongue against my ass, he scoops up his own cum, licking and sucking with a wicked hunger.

  "Oh, God, yes," I moan, smiling to myself as I feel the wet touch of his mouth. I even jut my ass back, pressing it against his face, and I stay like that until he finally pulls back from me.

  Sitting up in a hurry, I then turn to him and lace one arm around his neck. I pull him into me fast and he doesn’t react; he just parts his lips as I crush my mouth against his, shoving my tongue past his lips. I kiss him eagerly, savoring that sweet blend of flavors in his mouth. The muskiness of my pussy, the saltiness of his seed… God, I used to think of myself as an experienced woman, but only after Connor and I started going at it did I really push past my limits. I mean, I've never done something as crazy as kiss a man with his own cum, not to mention that this was the first time I allowed someone inside my backdoor… Yeah, that’s right, in a sense, Connor stripped me of my virginity.

  "I gotta start confessing more regularly," I whisper with a light chuckle, running my tongue over my lips and licking them dry. Looking into him, I see his chin glistening, a thick strand of cum hanging from his lower lip, and I don’t even think twice. Leaning into him, I reach for that strand with the tip of my tongue and scoop it
into my mouth. Swallowing as I smile at him, I then throw myself back against one of the walls, closing my eyes as I savor all that pleasure still running inside my veins.

  "It’s liberating, isn’t it?" he asks me, sitting by my side.

  "What is?"

  "To confess your sins…" he smiles, and then he can’t resist adding a few words more. "And to make some more."

  Clarise

  Squeezing myself inside my clothes again, I run one hand through my hair and sit in one of the pews. I lean back against it and sigh heavily, my heart still hammering against my chest.

  I close my eyes for a second, and then I remember the reason I came after Connor in the first place. Earl, remember? I know, I know… I was in such a hurry to talk with Connor about my impromptu meeting with Earl, but what can I say? I simply couldn’t resist teasing him the moment I saw him kneeling inside the confessionary.

  "Come here, we need to talk about something…" I say, patting the spot next to me. He smiles softly as he buttons up his shirt, and then he sits down on the pew by my side.

  "What is it, Clarise? I hope you don’t have anything else to confess," he chuckles, and I can’t help but chuckle as well; there’s no regret in his voice this time, and that kinda makes me feel better. As fun as it is to make him cross a line, I sure as hell don’t like making him miserable because of it.

  "No, nothing to confess," I start. "But Earl’s up to something… He met me in the library and there was something about the way he talked. I don’t know what it is, Connor, but he’s up to something. And it isn’t good," I tell him, now capable of talking business. It’s as if I needed to have his body first before I could articulate a sentence that would make any sense.

  "I know he is," he tells me flatly, his gaze wandering out to the altar. He remains deep in thought for a long while, and I have to be the one to cut through the silence.