Judge Me Not.
16:48 Dec 07 2007
Times Read: 1,374
He latched the last door in back of the church, and turned most of the lights off as the long day was coming to a end. Home to his family and a glass of wine was in order was his thoughts as he step from behind the drape, and went toward the alter.
“Have time for a confession Priest?” He turns to see a dark shadow in one of the church pews, the voice of a female. Thinking his wine would have to wait, he clasp his hands in front of him, and smiled. “Always my child. Care to join me in the confessional?” He looks to the wooden stall.
“I am not much on being caged in. How about we do it here? Out in the open.” He step forward, looking to see no one else in the church as he walked toward her. A cold air hit him as he stop at the pew, and the hair on the back of his neck and arms stood up. “I can not see you child. Might you move closer to the end of the pew, so I can see you better?”
“Afraid priest? Afraid of the darkness. Surely I am no harm to a man of God.” He felt it then…anger. This soul was in need of help so he step into the pew, walking deeper into the shadow the low lights cast onto her. When he saw her eyes he gasp as he swore they was glowing a deep red color, but then she blinked and they were of a dark color. Must of been a longer day then he realized if he was seeing things.
She wore a short skirt and a sweater that hugged her breast. Pretty, but no angel on a good day was his thought of her. She smiled up at him and patted the seat beside her. He sat, and looked at her. “Now, isn’t this better then that little wooden box.” Her voice sent shivers over his skin, and he felt stirring of a long lost desire. He tried to remember the last time him and his wife made love…but a image of this woman, nude, laying on the alter table replaced it. He crossed himself, not seeing her smile.
“What is it Priest? Is you collar to tight?” Her cool hands at his neck made him jerk, but then her touch turned smoothing as she unbutton a few buttons of the cassock he wore. “ Why does God make you wear such bindings?” His eyes open and he saw the long alter in front of the church, and touched her hands to still them. “I am fine. Please…” She turned to him, her lips only a few inches away as she looked into his eyes. A image of her kissing him, holding his hands out to the sides as he prayed to god to make her stop, her laughter as she bites into his shoulder…
She sits back, giving the man a few minutes to come back from that image. She looks forward to see Jesus hanging from the cross. What started out to be so good, now turned into a way of controlling people, to make them act a certain way. Judge and you shall be judged. Zealous at its worst is what it has become today.
He turned to her, and she pulled his desire to her, using it to control him. “What is the confession you wish to make, child?” That made her smile. She has been no child in hundreds of years. Poor soul…he had no idea what she was. But he was about to learn.
“I have …desires. I have sat in this church, and fought them as best as I can…but …see…” She leans into him, eyes afraid, and finished her sentence “But it is you I have the desire for. I see you… and me doing acts that are wrong.” A flash of her hand moving under his cassock, up along his leg, the heat of her warming his leg as she moved it to his thigh…along the inside of his pants…to cup him between his legs.
He shook his head to clear the vision, but it did not go away. “I see you wanting me, wanting to stick that big hard cock into my hot pussy.” She palmed his cock, pushing down on it, moving her hand in a circler motion as she felt him grow even harder.
He came out of the haze enough to push her hand away, but she was not done with him. His desire was high, the energy feeding her power. It felt good to have this much power. Besides she was not finished playing. She moved her leg up and over the top of the pew in front of them, her ankle boot of blood red velvet. He watched as she pulled up her skirt to bare her thighs, then on over her hips to bare her naked lower body. He had to stop her…reaching out to her hands, when his breath was taken from him, her voice filling his head even as he looked at her unmoving lips. “I have visions of you between my legs…licking at me. Tasting me with your tongue as you slide it into me, my hot cum in mouth.” He felt the pew move under him, felt the cold floor on his knees. She smiled as he push against the unseen force, and she let him have his fight.
Within a few minutes she felt the resistance drop from him. With no more use of her power, he moved his hands to her legs, and his head up to her pussy. She sat, arms out over the back of the church pew as he used his tongue, the tip of his nose, then his hands to make her cum. The same mouth he used to preach rules and damnation he now used to draw moans from her.
She moved her other leg up over the church pew, her heels digging into the wood as she threw her head back, looking up at the painted ceiling. The pleasure she felt was more then just from his mouth, but from the power she felt having effected the priest. He slide a finger into her, fucking her with fast stabs, and she moved her hands to his hair, legs tighten around his neck as she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
He pulled away, pushing one of her legs down, standing. “My priest…what you can do with that mouth.” She smiled as he yanked her up with her arm, turning her around. She went up on her knees on the pew, and listen as he pulled up his cassock, heard the zipper of his pants…then he slam his cock into her. Her scream echo from the consecrated walls of the church, her nails scratching the wood under her hands as she grip tightly to it. His hand moved to her hair, tangled into it with a tight hold as he started a steady pounding into her. The sounds of his breathing, panting, the touch of his hand at her lower back as he held up the black cloth as he fucked her. She closed her eyes as he pulled at her hair, knowing he would cum soon.
She looked over her shoulder to watch him as he finished. He had his eyes closed, prying silently. “Asking for forgiveness as you fuck me, Priest? Taking me like I am a sacrifice to him?” His eyes open and she could see the raw hunger in him, the hunger he kept hidden from everyone, even his own god.
“You are fucking me like you never fucked a woman before.” He speed up his thrusting, his mouth open as he started to pant harder, his prayers forgotten. “Fuck me harder.” She gave a small scream to encourage him on. “Harder! Fuck the darkness out of me, save me with that hard cock.” She did scream as he moved both hands to grab her waist, stepping forward as he pushed her waist downward, changing the angle of the thrust. She laid over the church pew, draping over it.
He assaulted her, shoving several more time then she felt him pull out, the hot juices of his cum spayed on her ass, her thighs as he stroked his cock, his grunts the only sound in the church. She had to laugh at the sound. He moved away, the words of “Oh God…what has she done to me?” following his mad dash to the front of the church, pulling at his stained pants and cassock. She turned, standing and lowering her skirt as she watched him land on his knees, looking up and praying to Jesus on the cross.
He flinched as he heard her heels along the floor coming closer. She stop when she reached his side, and he waited. “Just think priest… I had a little religion in me when you had your cock buried in me.” The next thing she knew he had stood, and the left side of her face was on fire as he slap her hard, snapping it to the side. “Be gone! You are a demon and you made me act that way. In Gods name I order you from this temple.” She turned back to him, her eyes flashing red, and he step back from her, frighten by what he saw as she showed her true face. Anger, rage, and hate. He crossed himself as he understood evil was in front of him.
“You are only right about one thing Priest. I am a demon.” She spoke, blood coming from her busted lip, her voice more of a snarl. He stumbled as flashes of images flooded his mind. Blood on battlefields, man on horses with crosses on their armor. Woman being raped, villages burned. People being killed for their believes thru the century’s. Children being thrown into lakes to drown, woman burn at the stake. He went to his knees as more images flash in his mind- killings, beatings, name calling and taunts. Bombs exploding with body parts flying in the air. Children without parents, parents with out children. Young boys raped by men of the cloth. Deals made between governments and men with money, the true power of this world. Greed. Puppets with strings being pulled. Planes flying into buildings, the screams of the people dying, burning. A older woman who is beaten to death, face pushed in as the man stomp on her face…a face that looked like this woman’s. He felt the joy of those that killed, the rightness of it in their mind. The coldness and calmness of not caring about human life.
He felt her hand at his shoulder but did not have the strength to fight or run away from her. “Now who is the demon in this church? You or me?” He slump to the floor, and started to cry as the anguish of the victims washed over him. She stood, looked over at Jesus and smiled. “He is all yours now.” She left the church, opening the double doors with a strong shove, a smile on her face as she looked out at her playground known as the world.
She had feed well tonight.
Copyright: SKW Dec. 2007
A Little Darkness Comes to Play.
19:44 Dec 03 2007
Times Read: 1,410
To start let me share a dream I had about a month ago. it's in my journal- but as a private entry.
I walked into a room from a bright day. The light in it was dim, but I could see a doorway on the other side of the room. I go toward it, knowing that is the way I was to go. I open the door to only see darkness. It was not cold, but just ....dark.
I step into it and started walking. I realise its a hallway- but to where?
I walk a ways in, turning to see the light behind me...walked a little more, and look back to see the light getting smaller. I start to fear the dark, to get a chill. I walk a little more, knowing something was ahead that I needed to get to. To reach out for.
The door slams close a distance behind me, bathing me in darkness. I stand, my heart beating at a very fast pace as I try to calm down. Taking deep breaths, I turn to go back the way I came when I heard it.
A soft voice saying something in the dark. I reach out, back down the hall...toward the darkness and nothing is there.
I close my eyes and stand, listen to the darkness, and come to understand this is the darker side of me. I am not in the dark, but have let the dark out of me.
The sound again, and I feel ..... not safe, but ....unguarded? At ease maybe. I reach out again, feeling the darkness taking on a life. Its like I was starting to give it life. Like it was growing within me, to much to hold in. A release if you will.
The dream of the vampires killing the whore pops into my head, and all the other darker thoughts that come to me, and I notice the darkness grows heavy, like I am making it a solid form.
That is when he grabs me. A strong arm comes around my waist and I am pulled back against a solid male chest. I grip the arm, but his words comes to me again, whisper into my ear, the same ones I have been trying to hear before.
"You are safe here...let the darkness out to play." I remember I laughted, and stroke his arm...and he was gone. I settle into the darkness, rubbing it into my skin.... and I woke up.
Now- on to the story/dream.
In my dream I am sitting at a table, tapping my pen against the edge, looking at the computer screen. So much writing done for the website, and work…but none for play. I need to write some just for fun. One I can let flow from my fingers, just me and my imagination at play. No links, spell checks, grammar errors pointed out, no worry about rights for photos. Just me and the laptop. But what to write. Giving a sigh I lean back in the chair and look over at the door. I remember the trip that I took into the darkness, how it felt against my skin and mind. My soul even.
I stand and walk over to it, and place my hand on the knob…what was waiting for me? What would happen if I step into the darker side of me again? Remembering how I felt as he told me I was safe, held in his arm, I open the door and look at the darkness.
Instead of being freighted this time, I feel a coolness come over me, a clam not unlike the predawn of the day that I love. When the darkness is at its quietest, and the light is at its weakness. I smile, and reach out to see if he was there, not with my eyes or hands, but with my senses looking for his energy. I can’t feel him, but that would not stop me. Those simple words spoken in my ear gives me strength to step into the darkness and walk away from the light.
What was I doing? As I walk I welcome the cool touch of the blackness, my body growing aware of the energy it has. I walk deeper, then look over my shoulder to see the doorway shape, the door still open. Sort of like my own dawn, looking at the light from the darker side. I stand, turning away from the light and face the darkness. I close my eyes and let the pictures of my mind flow.
A bedroom, the bed done in gray silk. A slight breeze is blowing…and I feel it on my skin. Opening my eyes I see the bed in front of me. I gasp…it was the bed. Like a movie…having to test it, I pulled from my mind a male. Tall, not to slim, with short black hair sitting on the bed looking at me. That made me smile. Now… what to do with him. I think of him laying nude on the bed, and that is what he becomes. A giggles escapes me as I think of just how much fun this could be.
Candles- black. All around the bed and on the nightstand beside the bed. Need to see the guy, enjoy the view. Licking my lips I bring the gray silk up over his hips, watching as he moans as the silk rubs a very impressive body part. Then I am there, beside the bed. Wearing a long black robe I reach down and run my hand over his chest hair, feeling the tingle on my own palm. Mmmmm that was sweet.
I watch as I direct my double’s next move. She reaches over and picks up a candle, holding it up so hot wax spills on the man’s shoulder. He arches his back and screams out in pain. That makes me stop. I look to the side and see the light of the doorway, thinking I should go back, write…
Then he is there. A hand is laid on my waist and I feel his energy behind me, his power. “Is that what you want? To play it safe? Here you can do what you want…anything you want.” I look back at the bed and answer him. “No.” “Then make it what you want.” I close my eyes, and think of what he said. Why not? No one will read this but me. Why not let my inner darkness out like I have wanted for years? Maybe just a little to start with.
I open my eyes and change the scene as I wanted it. A graveyard, the above ground tomb replaces the bed. He is nude, his hands and ankles tied down with rope that is attached to the tomb by bolts in the top. I stand beside him, the black cape I wearing blowing a little in the wind to see my pale bare skin. Black candles glowed on the other side of him, a large book laying beside me. I watch as the rest unfolds from my mind.
He is not moving, looking up at me with a clam look on his face. I lift one of the candles and hold it up to the dark sky. “Come forth, as I draw the symbols to bring you to me.” Lowering the candle the hot wax hits his lower stomach, the man giving a hiss of pain as it hits him. I know what the symbols are as I have seen them before. One for power, the other for death. I add one more- this one for demon. He watches and looks up at me. “What is that for?” “Just a protection mark to keep you safe.”
Putting the candle aside I use a small wooden black box to join him on top of the tomb. I straddle his calves and slowly start to kiss him up his legs. Licking his knees as he opens his legs up as much as the ropes would let him. Candles flicker as the wind blew. “Is that it? Is it happening?” I smile, my hands moving up as I stretch them upward to grab his cock. “Soon. We need two more items.” He lifts his head to look at me. “What?” “Energy. Vampires are attracted to it. And what better way then sex.”
I watch, feeling him standing behind me as my other half starts to palm the man. Sure strong strokes on his dry skin as I climb up his body, giving the inside of his right leg a bite, licking his left ball as I move to take him in my mouth. I feel the hand at my waist move a little, closer to the center.
She moves up and down, the wetness glinting in the candlelight. She moves her hand between her legs, under her cape to grasp his balls and he arches his back, his mouth opens in a gasp. She speeds up, moving her head in a circle, forcing his cock to move with her. Her hand starts to squeeze him, milking him as he grew harder in her mouth.
I open my own mouth, my breathing coming harder as I watched her, thinking of how I would arouse this man. Pain. I would let him feel pain to go with the pleasure he was having. The man screams out, pulling at his bindings as her hand pulled away from his balls, nails leaving a trail. Her mouth comes off his cock as she rolled the tip with her tongue, then bites gently down on the tip, raking it as she pulled off.
She sits up, and unties her cape. She lets it fall and her pale skin is bare. The breast shaped like pears, the nipples hard, she cups them and started to rub, message, and pull at her nipples as she moves upward, moving to stroke his hard cock with her hot pussy hair. “Now, please.”
I felt it then- disappointment over his weakness. But it was time. I did not know what I would do- but I knew it was time for the next step to be taken. Watching, I see her lean forward, dropping her hands off her breast, bringing them up to his mouth.
As he reached up and sucked one deep into his mouth, I lean back into his chest, strong and warm. His arm tightened around me as my own breast felt the tug. Then I saw her reach for a knife beside the book. She used her other hand to slide him into her body, and I moved my hand onto his arm, my own body having the sensation of his long cock feeling me slowly as I watch her lower herself onto him. At the last few inches she paused, and the man thrust his hips upward, making me push my ass against the man’s behind me. I gasp as I found him hard.
Her own gasp filled the night air as he started to thrust, but a knife point digging into his stomach stopped him cold. “What are you doing?” “We need blood. Vampires can not turn down a drink. And it needs to be yours.” His “No fucking way are you…” was cut off short as she cut a deep long swipe across his chest, right above the symbols she drew on him with the hot wax. He twisted and pulled at the restraints as he realized just how much she could hurt him. She smiled down at him and he could see the darkness she kept hidden. Her hand touched the blood, the touch of her hand at the tender skin of the cut making him scream. She put the knife at his throat, digging in. “Shut up… or I will shut you up. Remember- vampires are dead creatures of the night.”
He stills his struggle as he realized she can and would kill him. She used blood on her hand to trace the symbols as she spoke. “Come to me. Come to me demon of the darkness.” He screamed, and pulled at the ropes, muscles stained as she swiped again with the knife, cutting deep across his neck, blood spraying out to cover her hands. She dropped the knife and lifted her blood stained hands to the night sky then started to rub the blood on her breast, as her hips started to lift up and down on him again, his still hard cock inside her wet hotness.
I closed my eyes as the man struggled to take his last breaths and the man behind me spoke. “ Watch. You need to face this part of yourself.” I open my eyes and see the wind was starting to blow harder. She looked around her, her blood soaked hands at his hips as she rode him, his last gasp of air followed by a strong gust of wind. The candles went out and darkness was all around.
We stood, waiting…then we heard a loud moan, sound of a person taking a deep breath and the candles flared with flames again. She looked down at the man, and he looked up at her, eyes open, the cuts at his chest and neck healed, but the blood still there. She tried to move off him as she noticed his eyes were black- solid black. She lifted herself off his body, when he reached for her, the ropes breaking as if they was threads.
He grab her by the waist, then flip her onto her back, a few candles being thrown off the tomb as he did. Without a word, he bends one of her legs upward and hooks it as he moves his hands under her shoulders to grip her hard, bracing her for what was coming. She grab at the man‘s arms…or was it a man anymore? He did nothing but slam his hips forward. Her back bolded as he slam his hard cock into her, and I leaned into the man’s arm at my waist.
A full effortless deep glide was started by the demon and I had to bite my own tongue to not copy her screams of pleasure. Strength and energy flowed into me with each stroke, the woman taking it in as the man took his pleasure. Over and over we watched as he fucked her- hard and deeply. Climax after climax as my nails bite into his skin, trying to stay on my feet. Then the demon gave several deep fast hard thrust and he filled her with his cold seed.
The last vision was of him falling on top of her, and her hands falling away from him as the candles went out. I took a few minutes to catch my breath, trying to control my body but hard to do when I felt like I just got a really good fuck. Wetness soaked my panties, nipple strain against the lace bra I had on. I took my hand off the man’s arm and step forward, away from him. He spoke- his voice a little deeper. “You are safe here- you know that.” Then he was gone. I wiped my hand over my face, feeling the heat there, and took several deep breaths. I looked over to the spot where the vision happen, but it was just blackness now.
I turn to the light, and walked to the doorway. A smile comes over my face as I think of how it was to let my darker side out, in a place I felt safe from all that would harm me. I reached the doorway and turned to give the darkness one last look, then step thru the door back into the room.
I will return to the darkness, there is not doubt.
Copyright: SKW December 2007
COMMENTS
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EmeraldPhoenix
03:50 Jul 15 2008
incredible...the way you build and the end. You are a great writer.
hailey
01:40 Oct 08 2014
how is this a sexy story their is no sex in it