Nightcraler’s fantasies about Storm intruding on his Complin prayers?
He knelt, the concrete floor sending painful shockwaves up from his knees. Bowing his head, he let the words flow from his mouth.
O god, come to my aid
O Lord, make haste to help me
Then she’s there, naked, circling around him as he kneels. “Perfect,” she whispers. “Just the way I like you.”
He shook his head, ignored the thought, the way his cock filled up against his wishes.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit
“I don’t even have to ask you any more.” She stands right in front of his face, he can smell her, her vulva only inches away from his nose. He throbs with want, holds still. “I’ve trained you that well.”
He breathed in, back out.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be
She spreads her legs, moves so that all he has to do is tip his head back and she is right there over his mouth. He surges up, licks, tastes, thrusts his tongue up as far as it can go to get as much of her as possible. He knows better than to touch, clasps his hands behind his back to keep from being tempted.
Tempted echoed through his head
World without end
Her hands are in his hair, clasped so tightly that he can feel strands being pulled out. The pain races through him, urges him on as much as she does, telling him where to put his tongue, how hard, how fast. When she comes it’s as if he can feel it, her voice echoing through the room, proclaiming it to the heavens.
He crossed himself, hand trembling only slightly.
She smiles down at him. “Good boy,” she says softly. It thrills through him. “Exactly what I needed. Sleep well my darling.”
He climbed into his bed stiffly, curling around the erection that betrayed him along with his mind. He willed the thoughts away, made his mind blank. Fresh for the new day.