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It was unfair how god damn, devastatingly beautiful he was. So pretty, so handsome and so tempting. Your mouth watered as you watched him, he looked so comfortable and confidant up in front of a full church. At first when your parents had dragged you along with them to their weekly church visit, you were angry. They may have been religious, but you weren't, you were only visiting them, hence the dragging along to the sermon. Sure you were pissed at first, but then you saw him.
Father Loki...
You saw him when you took your seat, he was breathtaking. Tall, long black hair, piercing blue eyes. It was pure torture, for a man to look so...delicious. He was a priest, a man of god, he had taken vows to never touch a women. And yet, that didn't stop you from thinking such wanton thoughts about him. Thinking such naughty thoughts, you were surprised you didn't catch fire and burn in the middle of the church, the things you were thinking about that man, they were unforgivable. And so tempting...
Once the sermon was over, your parents wanted to introduce their daughter to the priest, you weren't sure if that was a gift or a curse. As you walked closer to him, you noticed how tall he was, towering over you, his arms looked strong, images of him picking you up with ease entered your mind. You stumbled slightly as you walked, feeling your legs grow weaker the closer you got to the man, you had never thought of the clothes a priest wore sexy, but he worn them so perfectly, it left a lot to the imagination, and oh, you were imagining. Your mother grabbed your arm and pulled you to stand up straight next to her. She nudged you slightly, her way of telling you to introduce yourself.
"Nice to meet you, Father" You say, the words leaving your lips in a way you hadn't meant, you found yourself really enjoying calling him father, it felt so naughty the way you said it, you wanted to fall to your knees, call him father as you worshipped him.
"The pleasure is all mind, darling" He answers, his accent velvety and strong, you wanted to taste his words on your lips, on your skin, everywhere. His voice matched with his blue eyes on you, made you feel hot and bothered, more so than earlier. He was so perfect...except the whole priest thing. Father Loki moved to shake your hand, you watched as your own trembling hand met his, you felt your breath hitch as you notice the veins along his hands, they looked strong, and felt so soft against your own skin. He let go of your hand, his face remaining neutral as he turned his attention back to your parents, talking with them for a few more moments. You stopped paying attention to the words spoken, and watched as Father Loki's lips moved as he spoke, you were imagining how they would taste, they looked soft and delicate, but something told you he knew how to use them...No, he was a priest, you reminded yourself.
"Wouldn't that be fun?" Your father asked, he was looking at you now, you blinked a few times, having missed what was said.
"Huh?"
"I thought you could attend confession, like you used to, your mother and I always find it fun to do" You father repreats, you roll your eyes, of course they'd find that fun.
"I suppose I could" You mutter, it would be easier to say yes then to get into another argument with them later. You were trying to save money whilst you stayed with them for a few weeks, not argue with them. You waited until most everyone left the church, you watched as Father Loki walked into the confessional booth, and there was a carnal urge from deep within you that wanted to follow him into the same booth, climb onto his lap and have your wicked way with him. Instead, you walked into the separate booth and took a seat, you wiggled on the seat, squeezing your thighs together, trying to calm the thoughts, you wanted to know how untouched he was exactly.
"Please confess your sins, child." He says, you try to look through the screen to see him, but the holes in the wall were too small.
"Fuc-" You start to say, letting out a deep breath as you stop yourself from swearing. Though that was the least of your sins. "I'm not very good at this..."
"It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart. Just focus on confessing, and I'll listen." He says in a soft voice, it was comforting, the kind of voice you could imagine coming home to after work, hearing before you fell asleep, the first thing you heard when waking up. Your hands were resting on your thighs now, and your nails digged in, trying to contain not only the sinful thoughts, but now the domestic ones you were not expecting.
"It's not nerves, it's more my parents are the religious ones, I'm not" You admit, you hadn't wanted to upset him, but these were your views.
"So you don't believe in the word of God, do you, darling?" He asks, with each new nickname he spoke with that voice of his, was another deep hit into your soul, you wanted him to badly, and those nicknames were only fueling you.
"I.. no.. I'm sorry"
"It's okay, sweetheart. There's no need to be sorry. Not everyone believes." He whispers, surprising you. Your parents were not happy that you didn't follow their religion, and you had assumed Father Loki would feel the same.
"You're not mad?" You ask, the shock evident in your voice. You squintesd again, wanting to see him, but no matter how hard you tried, the screen holes wouldn't get any bigger. You wanted to get drunk off the sight of him, lose yourself in his eyes, let his lips become your new god. At this point, you were sure you gave up your religion all those years ago to worship only Loki as your new god. And worship in ways which would ensure you were never allowed back into a church ever again.
"No, darling, I'm not mad. It's not my place to judge. God made us all unique, and I respect the fact that you have your own beliefs."
"Thank you" You whisper, his words making you feel more comfortable than any words your parents ever had for you. "Father Loki, can I confess whatever I like?" You had wanted to tell him of all your sinful thoughts, but the idea of doing so, terrified you.
"Of course, darling. You can confess anything you want. I'm here to listen, no matter what it is."
"Okay..." You say with a deep breath, but then you decided against it. Not having the courage. "Maybe when my parents make me come back in a weeks time, I'll confess all my sins then"
"That sounds wonderful, darling. I'll be here to listen to your confessions whenever you need me."
"I'll be seeing you then" You say softly, you leave the booth and find your parents outside, sitting on the close by bench, happily talking, so unaware of how deprived their daughter was.
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A week later you decided to dress a little more sexy than usual, you knew it was wrong, but the little white dress you wore was nothing in comparison to the thoughts you'd been having of Father Loki, all week. And it wasn't like the dress was that bad, it was a simple white dress, ended by your mid thigh, it was tight against your chest and stomach but then flowed down. When you entered the church, looking breathtaking as ever, Loki's heart nearly skipped a beat. He couldn't help but notice your outfit, his eyes roaming over your curves and bare skin. He tried to compose himself as best as he could, but his body betrayed him, heat spreading throughout his entire form. He walked over to you and your parents, he greeted them first, and then turned to you.
"Welcome back, darling"
"Thank you, Father" You purred, smiling your sweetest smile at him. You watched as his body tensed, it only made you smirk further.
"You're very welcome, are you planning on confessing today?"
"Oh yes, I'll be there, after your semon" You say, a small blush creeped onto your face. You take your seat by your parents, Loki took his usual spot up front. Your eyes were on him, trained on his every movement, your heart beat went faster, his lips were moving, but the words he was saying didn't even reach your ears, he looked so perfect, so tempting.
Finally, when his sermon was over, you felt hot, your simple cotton panties were ruined, they felt wet as you rubbed your thighs together. You told your parents to go home, enjoy their sunday rather than wait for you. The church was empty when you decided to walk over to the confessional booth, Loki was already in one side, so you stepped into the next.
Your heart was pounding as you sat down.
"Hello darling, I'm glad you could make it" He says, his voice velvety and rich. You rested your hands on your bare thighs, softly rubbing up and down, trying to ground yourself, the thoughts running through your mind were sinful, you were surprised you hadn't burst into flames.
"I'm not sure you'll be feeling that way after I confess" You mutter. He cleared his throat. "Go on, darling. Confess your sins"
"I've been having sinful thoughts..." You started, careful with your words. You were going to tell him everything, damn the consequences.
"What kind of... sinful thoughts, darling?"
"About a man" You say quietly. "A man I shouldn't be having sinful thoughts over"
"And who is this man, darling?" He asks, his voice lower than before.
"I..." You stutter, taking a deep breath, you wished you could see him, maybe it would make this easier. You were worried your parents would find out what you would say. "Whatever I say, is kept private, isn't it?"
Loki let out a shaky breath, the sound going straight to your core, you wanted to hear him make that same sound as his lips dragged down your throat.
"Yes, darling.... everything you confess to me here is confidential. No one else will ever know. It's just between you and me."
"The thoughts...they're about you, Father" You finally admit. He was quiet for what felt like ages, until he finally spoke.
"You... you have sinful thoughts about... me?" His voice was low, almost a growl, filled with lust. It made you feel hot and bothered again, more so than before, you squeezed your thighs in the seat, wiggling slightly, the ache between your legs getting stronger by the second.
"Yes, oh god, I'm so sorry Father Loki"
"Don't apologise, darling..." He says, he pauses for a moment, I heard him let out a long, heavy sigh. "I've been having sinful thoughts about you as well"
"You have...?" You ask, your voice a squeak as you don't believe his words. You were hanging on by a thread, you needed him so badly, he was tempting you without even trying. You couldn't understand how he had such a hold on you.
"Yes, sweetheart. I've been having wicked, sinful thoughts about you for weeks now. The things I want to do to you..." He bit back a groan, his body tensing under the onslaught of desire.
"Oh" You whisper. Your entire body was taut with desire, the need to touch him becoming near unbearable. You leaned closer to the screen that separated you.
"You have no idea how much you've been tormenting me, darling. Your words, your body... they drive me insane. All I can think about is how badly I want you, need you."
"Fuck.." I mutter. "Here I thought you'd tell me I was sinful, tell me to get out of your church.."
Loki chuckled darkly. "Oh sweetheart, I never said you weren't sinful. You're driving me to the brink of madness, tempting me in ways that I should never be tempted. But there's no way I could tell you to leave... the things I want to do to you would get me excommunicated."
His words, rather than making you feel more want, they hurt, you were making him feel conflicted, you wanted to run away, stop him from wanting you.
"I should leave" You whisper. "Never come back"
"No, darling. Please, don't leave. I don't want you to go, I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again. You're like a drug, an addiction. I need you."
"Fuck.. father.. every night since we've met, I've touched myself to the thought of you" You admit, your voice strangled as you speak, your want for him taking over.
"Oh...darling, the things you do to me" He says, he lets out a ragged breath. "Tell me more, I need to know more"
You let out a deep breath before admitting your thoughts. "I've waited till my parents were asleep.. and then teased my body, so touching over my pyjamas, closing my eyes and pretending it was you"
Father Loki groaned, a small thud suggested he rested his head against the screen. The screen separating you, you hated the screen.
"Darling, you're killing me. Imagining you touching yourself, thinking of me... I want - no, I need you so badly." His voice was rough and desperate, filled with longing.
"I.. I.. what do we do?" You whisper, you knew deep down what could be done, nothing. He was a priest, he couldn't.
Loki takes in a long, shaky breath, his voice was low and rough as he spoke. "We... we shouldn't... I'm a priest, sweetheart. It's forbidden. But... gods help me, I can't help wanting you."
"It's so forbidden...is it wrong that it's making me want it more" You whisper, a small smirk on your lips as you say the words. It was so forbidden, so naughty, you wanted him so bad. You weren't even sure how much time had passed. It felt like time had stopped. Loki let out a broken moan.
"Yes, it's wrong... but it feels so right. I can't stop thinking about you, darling. My mind is consumed with thoughts of you, my body aches with the need to touch you, taste you..." His voice was a ragged mix of need and guilt.
"Fuck.. I need to go.. if I don't I'll do something we both regret" You say, you finally stand up and step out from the confessional booth.
"Wait, darling... please, don't go."
"I have to...my body is screaming for me to step inside that booth, to sit upon your lap and I can't... cant do that to you" You say quietly, though you hadn't taken another step. The church was empty now, the afternoon sun shone through the windows giving the building a golden hue, it was beautiful, perfect.
"Darling, I want that so badly. You have no idea how much I want to feel you in my lap, to touch you, to taste you. But... but I can't. I've taken vows, I'm supposed to be a man of God..."
"Exactly" You say with a sigh. "God, you are so tempting, I want to ruin you"
"Darling, you're driving me insane. You're tempting me in ways I've never been tempted before. I can't... I can't keep fighting this." His voice was a hoarse whisper, filled with a sinful combination of need and desperation.
"Tell me" You whisper, putting your hand on the door of his confession box, you lean forward and rest your forehead against the door.
"What do you want me to say, darling?" His voice was a low, rough whisper, filled with desire and need.
"Tell me the things you want to do to me" You whisper, pleading with him.
"I wish to touch you, to feel your skin under my fingertips. I want to run my hands over every curve and dip of your body, mark you as mine. I wish to taste you, to devour you..." His voice was a rough growl, filled with desire and need. "I wish to make you moan my name, darling. To feel you trembling beneath me, to bring you to the heights of pleasure."
"Fuck" You whisper, moving your hand to touch the door handle.
"Open the door, darling, let me look at you" He whispers.
"If I open the door.. I don't know if I can control myself" You answer, quietly. Loki let out a low groan at your words.
"Control be damned, darling... open the door. Let me see you."
You listen to his words and wrap your hand around the door handle, slowly opening it. Father Loki sat inside, looking perfect of course, he was wearing his vestment over a pair of dark blue jeans. His eyes widened, he looked tense, his body was trembling with need.
"Come here, darling..." He says, his voice low. You stepped into the small box, your knees bumping into his as you shut the door behind yourself.
"Darling, this is a dangerous thing we're doing..." His voice was a low, ragged whisper as he spoke.
"More so for you, Father" You say quietly.
"Yes, darling... I'm risking everything. But I can't seem to resist the way you make me feel. The things I want to do to you... they'd banish me from the church."
"Not if they don't find out" You say with a small smirk.
"No one else will know darling... I can keep a secret, unless someone hears you screaming my name."
You smirk, your knees still rubbed against his. "Very confident in yourself, aren't you?" His words made you think he wasn't a virgin, you had no idea his past, but you knew deep down you wanted to be in his future.
Loki's lips curled into a cocky smirk, his eyes roaming over your form. He was confident in his abilities, confident that he could make you beg and plead underneath him. He let out a low chuckle, his voice rough with desire
"Oh darling, you have no idea... I know just how to touch you, to make you cry out my name. I can make you feel things you never thought possible."
"Prove it..." You whisper, moving yourself, you climb onto his, resting your knees on the bench he sat on. Loki's breath caught in his chest as you straddled him, his body instantly responding to your weight on his lap. His hands moved automatically to your waist, his fingers gripping tightly as he groaned at the feel of you on top of him. He leaned his head back against the booth, his voice a ragged whisper.
"Oh darling, you should have challenged me"
"No?" You asked smirking, you wiggled slightly on his lap, his legs felt strong and muscular under you, you could feel his cock, he was hard and just brushing against your centre. You wanted to rub against him, but you waited. Loki moved his hands down to your thighs, still touching over your dress, even through the fabric his hands felt like they were leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"You naughty little thing... you know exactly what you're doing, don't you? Pressing yourself against me like this."
"I do, Father, oh I've sinned" You say with a soft giggle. Your body ached with desire for him, his hands gripped your thighs a little harder, you yearned for his bare hands on your skin.
"You have been very naughty, darling. And you know what happens to naughty girls?" He says, his voice a low, rough whisper.
"What?"
Loki chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked up at you. His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly, holding you closer against him.
"They get punished, darling. They have to suffer the consequences of their actions."
"Punish me, please, Father Loki, I deserve it"
Loki's breath caught at your words, he let out a low, rough moan, his voice thick with desire as he replied. "Naughty girl... begging to be punished. How could I deny you? I will punish you... but you must tell me your sin first. What is it that you've done?"
"I tempted my priest" You grin.
"Tempting your priest, causing him to lose control... what am I going to do with you?"
"Anything you like" You whisper.
He let out a low growl, his hands tightened on your hips. "Anything I like, darling... oh you have no idea what you're asking for...."
"Oh I do, Father" You say seductively.
"Darling... you're playing with fire here. I can't resist you... I want you so badly. I want to do things to you that will break every rule."
"Please, I'm begging" You say, finally you move your hands, taking his in yours, you place his hands down on the skin of your thighs, pushing them just under your dress. Loki's eyes darkened, he groaned as his hands trembled with desire.
"Oh, darling... this is sinful, what we're doing... I shouldn't be touching you like this. But I can't stop myself, I want you so badly."
"Tell me to stop" You whisper, moving your hands to inch his higher up your thighs. Loki's breath caught, his hands moving higher, higher, higher.
"Stop... I... we can't do this, darling. I'm a priest, I've taken vows, this is so wrong..."
You take in a deep breath and sigh. He was right, gods he was so right. You move your hands away from his, but he doesn't move his hands away from the flesh of your thigh.
"I'll stop"
"Darling... you're torturing me."
"I'll leave, and never come back, okay?" You say quietly, though you make no action to move.
"No, no, no, don't leave. I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again." His blue eyes looked up at you, pleading, sadness, deep with desire.
"You're giving me whiplash" You mutter.
"I know, darling, I know..." Loki's voice was ragged, his body trembling as he held you close, his mind a mess of desire and need. He let out a ragged breath, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent."I want you so badly, it hurts. I can't stop myself."
"Father.. I am so wet for you, don't you want to feel?" You say, your worries of going too far have gone out the window, you wanted him. And that was all you wanted.
Loki let out a ragged moan, his body tense with need as your words wash over him. His hands slide up your thighs, moving higher and higher
"Yes darling, I want to feel you. I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you right now."
"Want me to move your hands for you?" You offer, you could see the struggle in his eyes. You needed him to say yes, needed the permission from him.
"Yes, darling, show me what you want. Please." His words were a ragged whisper, spoken through gritted teeth. You smirk and place your hand over his. Slowly you move his hand up across your thigh, his fingertips left tingles in their path. You moved his hand up to your core, you were wet, you were sure you had left a wet patch on the fabric of your panties, taking a deep breath you make the last movement, moving his fingers to press against the wetness of your panties. Loki moaned as soon as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric of your panties, the sound almost desperate as he felt the dampness against his hand.
"Oh my... darling"
"That's all for you, Father" You say, your voice a little higher than before. Loki groaned at your words, his body trembling with need as his fingers brushed against the damp patch on them, his head spinning with desire. His lips found their way to your neck, planting kisses there against the skin, feeling how warm it was against his lips.
"You're driving me mad, darling..." He whispers against your neck, his lips were as soft as you had thought they would be. You moved both your hands to rest on his shoulders, you moved your hips slightly as his fingers rubbed your clothed sex. His fingers played with the edge of your panties, tracing the edge, teasing you.
"You're so wet for me darling, you have no idea how badly I want you"
"Please" You whisper, you close your eyes as you move your hips a little faster.
"Oh darling, you're so wet for me, so needy...." He whispers. "Darling, you're so wet, so hot... I want to touch you, taste you..."
"Fuck, please, yes to all the above" You whimper, the coil in your stomach was building, you were shocked, he was barely touching you and you were already close to finishing. Loki groaned again, his mind going hazy with desire. He leaned closer to you, his lips on your shoulder, kissing you and nipping at the skin as his fingers played with you, one pushing into your entrance. You yelp a little, holding onto his shoulders a little tighter than before.
"Oh darling, you're so good to me.... I'll give you everything, anything you need"
You threw your head back as he added a second finger into your tight hold, slowly, and expertly he pumped his two fingers into you, just up to his knuckles. "Darling... you're so tight. You feel so good, I can't imagine how good it'll be when I'm inside you" His voice was low, rough and full of desire.
You were losing your control, his words were driving you insane, he pressed his thumb to your clit, pressing down on the bundle of nerves, your hips rutted against him.
"That's it, good girl, finish for me, cover my fingers, sweet girl" He whispers as he moves his fingers faster, pumping into you and circling his thumb to your clit, you moaned loudly, moving an arm to slap a hand over your mouth, quieting the noises you were making. Your legs shook and clenched against his thighs as you came, your body moved with his as you rode his fingers.
"That's my girl" He whispers, your heart swells at his words, he slows his fingers down, stopping his movements. He didn't take his fingers from you. "Let me take you somewhere"
"Where?" You ask, your brain feeling foggy as he lifts you in his arms. He pushes the confession door open and steps out. The church, thankfully was still empty. You held on tight to his shoulders as he carried you into the back of the church.
"My naughty sinner" He says, his voice low, he carries you into his office and places you on his desk. "I have broken all my vows for you, you naughty girl. And now, I'm going to have you in every possible way" He says, his piercing blue eyes watch your facial features for a moment, his hands were on your thighs, he moved them up, pushing your little white dress up.
"Let's get this off" He mumbles, pulling your dress off completely, throwing it somewhere in the room, you were left sitting on his desk in just your white panties. He gasped softly. "You bad, bad girl"
You blush, and when he starts lowering himself, your mouth opens slightly, in awe of him. He moves his hands to touch the sides of your panties. "Tell me, sweet girl, will you let me taste you?"
"Fuck, yes, Father Loki" You say, giggling a little as you say his name. Loki starts to pull down your panties, leaving you completely bare to him, naked in a church with a sexy priest in front of you. Loki's hands gripped your inner thighs, spreading your legs, you thought he was going to wait a moment, but he didn't. Loki moved forward, diving in head first, his lips suck on your clit, his tongue slid in between your folds. You choke on a strangled sound leaving your lips, one of your hands grip onto the desk, holding on for dear life, whilst the other hand moves to weave through his long black hair.
"Let me hear you" He growls, his voice vibrating against your core, your head was thrown back as you move your hips, rutting against his face as he laps up your juices, two of his fingers find their way into your hole, he pumps his long fingers in and out of you, as his lips suck your clit into his mouth. You moaned loudly, not caring if anyone could hear you, you weren't thinking of that now. It was only him. Father Loki, fuck, he was a priest, and his fingers were deep inside of your pussy.
You felt like you had ascended in that moment. He wasn't merely a priest, he was a god.
"Fuck, Loki! I'm gonna-" You squeal, that coil deep inside of you ready to snap as you start to feel yourself come again, only for the feeling to stop. You opened your eyes confused, Loki was no longer kneeled down in between your legs. He was standing, towering over you, his eyes dark with lust.
"What did you call me?" He asks, his voice low. He almost sounded dangerous.
"Loki.." You answer, your voice whimpering as your legs tremble. Loki moves his hand to tap your inner thigh, he taps along your skin, getting closer and closer to your dripping pussy, you had left a patch of wetness on his desk, something you felt rather proud of. And then he slaps your pussy, a sting of pain shot through your body, you jump slightly as he does it again.
"Tsk tsk, I am your priest darling girl, you will call me Father Loki" Oh...oh. He liked it, he liked how sinful he was being, fuck. You sucked in a deep breath, looking up at him with hooded eyes, you knew what he wanted next.
"Father Loki, please, forgive me for my sins, I'm a bad girl, I need my priest to sort me out" You pleaded, making your voice a little whinier than before. His eyes widened slightly, perfect, you did exactly what he wanted.
"That's my girl, you're beyond saving, you wanton thing" He growls, he steps closer, his clothed body pressed against your nude one, his arm wrapped around your waist, grasping you hard. His face was so close to yours, you could taste his breath on your lips.
"Father Loki, kiss me please" You begged, you needed to taste him, feel him.
"Since you asked so nicely" He whispers, his hands move up to hold your jaw, the movement felt so intimate, so soft, you looked up into his eyes, getting lost in the blue orbs, you felt your heart flutter and you knew, in that moment, you were his, well and truly his for the rest of your life. No other man or woman could compare to him. He moved slowly, it was like time stopped when he touched you, everything moved so perfectly slow, just so you could savor every moment with him. Just before his lips touched yours, his tongue darted out to wet his own lips, brushing your lower lips ever so, and then finally, his soft lips were upon yours.
You reached up and wrapped your hands around his wrists, holding him as he held you, his lips moved with yours in a perfect sync, it was like the gods made your lips a perfect fit. You moaned softly as his tongue entered your mouth and brushed yours. The kiss was perfect, it made you feel like you could fall in love with him. You wanted to kiss him forever.
"You taste divine, my sweet" He mumbles, his lips moving against yours as he speaks. "Let me have you, completely, I need you..."
"Yes, oh gods, please, I need you too" You whisper, pressing another kiss to his lips. He takes a step back and starts undressing, your mouth waters. His body was as perfect as the rest of him. When he stood in only his boxers you hopped off the desk, walking to him, putting your hands on his boxers waistband.
"Let me, Father" You say, smirking as you kneel down, as you descend you pull his boxers along with you. Gasping when his cock bounces out and hits his stomach with a thud, your mouth is agape as you look at it. So hard, so perfect, like the rest of him. You reach and grip it with your hand, your fingers barely touching around it, you could easily add your other hand and his head would still be visible above your hand.
"It's a crime" You whisper, you move slightly opening your mouth to lick the head of his cock, he was leaking and you lapped it up.
"A crime, sweet?" He asks, his voice weak as you suck his head into your mouth. You move back for a moment, moving your hand as you spoke to him.
"A crime that you became a priest, this cock shouldn't be out of action, it's a crime!" You explain.
"A priest I might be, but that didn't stop you, my little temptress" Loki says with a soft chuckle, he moves one hand to the back of your head, stroking you softly and moving you forward, you smirked, knowing what he wanted, you took his cock into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks as you move back and forth, with the aid of his hand.
"That's my girl" He says, his voice a grunt, you look up at him through eyelashes, his head was thrown back, eyes closed, he looked like a piece of art. You wanted all of him. You wanted to own him. You moved a little faster, a little harder, but he stopped you, you pulled off and gave him a quizzical look.
"My darling, it has been many years for me.. I don't think I can last much longer, and I want to be deep inside that sweet pussy of yours when I finish" He says with a smirk, he holds out a hand for you to take so he can help you up. "I'll let you decide sweetness, you can ride me as I sit in my office chair, or I can bend you over the desk like the naughty slut you are"
You watch him for a moment, eyes wide, wondering if you heard him correctly, you did, you were sure you did. The words sent shivers down your spine, you said nothing to him, but stepped away, moving closer to his desk, it was empty enough, so you laid down, lying your front over the cold wooden surface.
"That's my girl" He mutters from behind you, before I fuck you, my dear girl, you need your punishment, for tempting a priest"
You shiver in anticipation, he walked closer to you, standing behind you, using his hands, Loki grabbed your thighs and spread them, opening you completely to his whim.
And then, without warning, one of his strong, big hands came down onto your left butt cheek, you whimpered, the feeling shot straight down to your pussy.
"What do we say darling?" He asks as he strokes where he had slapped.
"Harder, Father Loki?" You ask. You could hear him swear from behind you.
"I was aiming for 'thank you' you are truly filth, aren't you?" He asks, you look back slightly and nod, a goofy grin on your face.
"Can I fuck you darling?" He asks, it makes your face blush and heart beat faster. He was so perfect.
"Yes Father Loki, put your cock in me"
"Fuck.." He groans, he steps closer, his legs press against yours as he uses a hand to drag his cock between your folds, you jolt slightly, the largeness of his cock spreading you deliciously. "Ready sweets?"
You nod, whining slightly as he presses the tip of his cock against your willing hole. You shuffle slightly, trying to move back onto him, he swears again, the tip of his cock was in you, stretching you, the thought of his entire length inside of you was enough to make your eyes roll. Loki moves, pushing his cock in your tight hole, one of his hand was on his cock, guiding himself in, and the other hand was on your hip, holding you down as he moves.
"That's my girl, good fucking girl" He groans as he fills you completely, you had never had someone so deep inside of you, you felt fuller than you had ever felt before, you were addicted. This was it, the happiest moment of your life, and it was all beautiful of the cock inside of you, plus the man it was attached to.
"You alright darling? Not hurting you, am I?" He asks, his voice soft as his hand strokes your hip gently.
"No, I'm perfect, you can move"
"If you say so darling" He says, you can tell from the sound of his voice that he was smiling, both of his hands grip your hips, holding you tight, you hoped there would be bruises there later. He backed himself out of you, only leaving the tip of his cock in your cunt, before slamming back into you, you both moaned loudly, the noises mixing as he started moving.
"So perfect" He pants, his hips move back and forth, slapping against you. "Made for me, perfect girl, fuck, you're all mine, aren't you?"
You were a moaning mess, your nails dug into the wood his desk. Your eyes were clamped shut and your mouth open as you droll, not caring anymore, you were in heaven. Ruined for any man, but Father Loki.
"Tell me, say it" He groans as he grips your hips tighter.
"I'm yours" You whisper "Fuck, all yours"
"That's right, you're mine darling, fuck the church, I want to worship you every morning and night from now on" He rambles as his cock stretches you, hitting so deep inside of you. "You are sweeter than anything I've had before, darling"
You were in heaven, his words were making your heart swell. His hips were rutting into you, sloppily hitting that spot inside of you.
"Father Loki, I'm close" You whimper.
"Come for me darling, come with me" He groans, slamming into you again, you felt his cock twitch as he empties inside of you, you felt yourself finish in that moment, your legs shook under him, you moans were loud as you felt your high.
After a few moments, Loki lent forward, resting his body on yours, his front against your back, he peppered short kisses to the back of your shoulder, it brought you calmness as you came back to reality.
"Father Loki..." You whisper, worry laced in your tone. "What happens now?"
"Easy, I stop being a priest" He answers bluntly.
"Just like that?" You ask quietly.
"Yes darling, I meant what I said, you're mine, I intend to worship you every day, for the rest of your life" He whispers.
You move slightly, he lifts off you, using his clothes to clean the mess between your legs, he carefully flips you over, laying you on your back as he does.
"That's my girl, do you want me? I meant my words...do you want me to mean them?" He asks, the fear evident in his eyes.
"Oh yes, Father Loki, I want you, for the rest of our days"
"Just Loki now, darling. You can save Father Loki for when we engage in these activities" He says with a chuckle.
"Oh, don't you worry, I'll be calling you that again" You smirk, a promise in your tone. "Are you sure you want this?"
"I'm sure, I know we've only just met really, but I think I was yours the moment I laid eyes on you" He says softly, placing a hand on your cheek, caressing you softly.
"I feel the exact same way, it's like we were destined"
Loki smiled at your words, he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
"Indeed we were, darling"