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from Wild and Bed, a dark taboo romance, Part one,
Mary is tormented by her demons, dark thoughts that plague
her mind and body. Desperate for sanctuary to escape her curse,
she seeks salvation in the embrace of the church, the
guidance of a priest to find the light again. But
even here in God's house, she is tormented by her
eternal carnal desires. Hi, it's devilin and welcome to another
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your time for sensual satisfaction, your time to discover your
inner desires as you listen to my voice and immerse
yourself in the story. The full breeze bit aggressively it
Mary's naked cheeks. She knew full well the kiss of
the breeze had reddened her cheeks like some rouged carnival doll.
The air stung at her eyes, forcing small tears to
drift down her cheeks, completing the look of desperate abandonment.
With all their bodies bent huddled against the cold weather,
the other pedestrians barely noticed her as they walked past.
The occasional ricochet of someone's shoulder or someone truly not
noticing that Mary was even there, resulted in an irritated
huff and some unintended words of apology. Eventually, Mary stopped
outside an old building, its white stone face, ship rising
triumphantly off the pavement to ascend into the sky, above
the cold blue of the cloudless sky, creating a magnificent
backdrop to the spires of the city church. For a moment,
Mary paused, unsure whether she should even be here. She
was never what you might call a religious person. She
had gone to church when she was young, she had
knelt in prayer every Sunday, but she thought of herself
more spiritual than religious. Just the idea of the church
sent a chill through her body, but she could think
of no one else to approach, no one else had
talk to about her situation. She was a confused mass
of emotion, and honestly worried that if she drifted any
further into these dark caverns, her mind may never come back.
And it all started with the dreams. They seemed so innocent,
just the nighttime fantasies of a single girl, a prelude
to her mornings of self pleasure and erotic indulgence, which
surely every teenager enjoyed. But as the dreams developed, a
darkness stilled over her passionate moments. Suddenly it wasn't enough
just to enjoy the random fantasies she had immersed herself
in for so long. The desires took a darker turn,
more aggressive, more submissive, as she imagined what a man
might do to her body, how he might use her
for his pleasure. She dared not mention these fantasies to
anyone else, for fear they would think she was a slut,
some common horror to be fucked and abused, to be
forced onto her knees and taken at their will. But
that was the problem. In the darkness of the night,
as she lay alone in bed, those were the very
thoughts that occupied her mind. To be taken roughly and deeply,
to be fucked at the very edge of her sanity,
with no remorse, no restraint, just pure animalistic delight. Not
the sort of thoughts a good girl should have. Just
the memory of those demonic fantasies made her body tremble
and wetted her panties like nothing else. Mary couldn't quite
understand where all this had come from. She was hardly
a virgin. Yet the truth was that when she thought
these thoughts, she felt so innocent and pure, as if
she had never really experienced a sexual pleasure. She truly craved,
as if possessed by some demon. The thoughts now occupied
Mary's mind almost every minute of every day, to the
point of distraction. In moments where she'd lost control, she
could think of nothing but these desires. Mary would find
solace in the office bathroom, relieving her passion, yet never
truly satisfied. She still wanted more. She craved more in
the hope of understanding where the fuck these thoughts were
coming from, so she might find relief from the ongoing persecution.
Mary finally turned to the church and the faint hope
that they might have the answers. Pushing the large door open,
its creek echoed in the cavernous area beyond, the sound
intensifying as the door slowly creaked shut. Once Mary had entered,
the hills of her shoes marked off the steps. As
she slowly walked up the aisle, the autumn sun quite
brilliant through the stained glass window as it zappled the
old stone floor. It was funny to think that in
this building away from the crowds outside. The kiss of
the sun seemed so much warmer than Mary remembered. Church
had always been cold, she recollected, but in this morning sunlight,
it seemed almost comforting. As she slowly approached the altar rill,
she watched the sun dance over the old in silence,
enjoying the rainbow of colors and the absolute quiet within
the sanctuary of the church. Holding her breath. She expected
someone to appear, a priest, or anyone to challenge her
presence within the church, but even as she rested her
hands on the altar rail, there was no other sound
in the church. Wondering for a moment if she should
stay or leave, concern this was a poor choice. People
like Mary really didn't belong in a church. Frankly, she
was surprised that she hadn't already burst into flames. Mary
eventually decided to kneel before the rail, Not knowing what
else to do. She clenched her fingers together and started
to pray. Why do you persecute me with these desires,
with these demonic images? She said, as she closed her eyes,
letting her head drop against her clenched hands. She waited
in silence, not sure what to expect next, wondering what
normally happens after you gave prayer. After a long minute,
she considered that maybe nothing was the normal result. Her prayer,
yet again was unheard, and she would just have to
live with her dreams and fantasies and erotic pregatory. Maybe
they are just your desires, your normal, everyday fantasies, and
not the work of God, a warm voice said next
to her ear. Shocked, Mary looked up into the warm,
sparkling eyes of a priest looking back, burning into her
eyes with an intense gaze, as his lips spread into
a broad smile, exposing his teeth beyond. I'm sorry, did
I scare you, he said, with a genuine concern. No,
I didn't think anyone else was in the church with me,
Mary replied, And as I've never prayed before, I didn't
know what to expect after you did. I was surprised
when you spoke. I don't normally answer prayers in person,
the priest said, with a smile, but as you're here anyway,
I thought I'd make an exception. Mary could not help
but giggle at his warm approach. Something about him disarmed
her normal cynical self. Are you comfortable here or would
you rather go into a reconciliation room which has comfortable chairs,
a screen for your privacy, and even a kettle for
tea or coffee And we might even be able to
buy some cookies. Mary paused for a moment as she
considered her option before saying I'm good with an unexpected smile.
She couldn't help but watch his eyes sparkling, seeming to
dance around her face as if he was digesting every
inch of her. There was something so normal about this man,
yet there was something else, something about him. Mary couldn't
quite put her finger on something disarmingly familiar. So tell
me about these dreams, he said, as he stood before her.
Mary let her head drop for just a minute as
she considered whether to tell him or not. Recognizing her dilemma,
the priest said, would you rather I got a female
lay preacher to discuss it with you? No, Mary said,
it's not that you're a man, it's just that you're
a priest, and I feel like my confessing these thoughts,
I'm already damned to hell. The priest laughed warmly before saying,
if we went to hell just because of what we thought.
I would have been condemned there a long time ago.
These salts, Mary started, I don't think are normal. They're
dark and intense, and I don't know where they come from.
Their cardinal. The priest asked, Yes, I suppose you could
say that, Mary answered, but not cardinal like I ever
imagined before. It's a lot more aggressive than anything I'd
ever experienced. God has given us our desires. They are
a gift, whatever they might be. There is no sin
in finding physical pleasure with someone you share that passion with.
But I don't just have them for one person, Mary whispered.
I think these sorts about everyone I meet. Everyone, he asked.
Mary looked up silently, her eyes glowing as she let
them drift over his body, that familiar ache returning to
tormentor desires between her thighs. Before she closed her eyes
and nodded somberly. She was sure she could hear the
priest's breathing change, a sharp intake of breath, as if
he was taken back by a sudden thought, something quite
unexpected that somehow gripped him. Everyone has these thoughts, he said.
It's very normal to experience carnal desire. After all, that's
what makes us human. We wouldn't be here at all
without some carnal passion. But is it normal to want
to be taken? Roughly, to want to feel a man
filling every orifice completely before, as if we were just
animals rutting in the heat of summer? Mary asked as
she raised her gaze, unable to stop glancing over the
tenting in the priest's pants. As her eyes fixated on
the bulge behind the dark material, she simply asked, have
you ever had those thoughts? Is it normal? I haven't
always been a priest, he replied. It might surprise you
to realize that not only was I a teenage male
not so long ago, but I was also a normal
human with all my intense passions and desires. I just
made a decision to focus my passion and direct it
into the church rather than satisfy my physical desires. So
what did you fantasize about? Mary asked, without thinking, suddenly
realizing that she probably shouldn't ask a priest that question. Sorry,
I didn't think, she interrupted before he had a chance
to answer. It's okay, there's no shame in it. I
used to like the idea of spanking my girl, of
seeing her porcelain white skin reddened from my touch, feeling
the heat of her body under my fingers. Mary watched
his eyes suddently as she felt her pussy gently clutch
There was something about the way he had said, my girl,
which was so damn sexy. The first waves of lustful
desire flowed through every cell as she caught a glimpse
of how his desires had swollen beneath the material of
his pants. She couldn't help but lick her lips at
the thought of what was there. Captivated, Mary could only
wonder how it would be to loosen his fly, to
release his aroused cock back into the world again, to
fill her fingers stretched around his girth, the first hand
that had touched his erection for so many years, She
could imagine enjoying the sensation of her tongue teasing his
length as her lips explored every inch, perhaps biting him
while she massaged his balls, enjoying feeling them tightened between
her fingers as she took him fully into her throat.
Mary could hear herself whimper as the sensation of her
slick kissed at her thighs, her thoughts darkening as those
demonic images streamed back into her mind. The altar rell
pressing against her stomach, Mary moaned as his fingertips dug
into a wrasp, parting her cheeks as his fingers teased
around the most private orifice of all, the sensation of
his newly visional cock pressing between her thighs, as his
hands ran over her back, strong long fingers gripping her shoulders,
running through her hair, bunching it tightly as the swollen
head of his erection tormented her pussy, The sharp sting
of his hand as it can connected with a naked ass,
sending a ricochet of burning pleasure deep into her core.
Her lust gripped her mind, again, occupying her thoughts as
it had done on so many sleepless nights, gripping her
body in the vice of her own lust. Repeatedly, his
hand spank to her naked ass, that red glow spreading
through every nerve, flooding her with undeniable pleasure, her pussy swollen,
throbbing for his attention to fill his cock take her. Finally,
Perhaps this was her restitution, her penance for erotic desires
to be bent over the altar rail, spank to the
edge of coming to let this priest satisfy his darkest
desires and deep within her pussy, and only then might
she no satisfaction. Was this always a plan, she wondered,
to discover her satisfaction at the hands of a priest,
some sick, divine joke. Her hands gripped the altar bar tightly,
losing her battle to control the desires. Mary pressed her
naked pussy back against his hand, inviting his fingers to
explore her, to press deep inside and massage every inch,
slowly taking her to the edge of coming to make
her submit to her God given passion. The sensation of
her lips sucking along his fingers as her pleasure dripped
down his hand. Quick strokes of his fingers pressed deeper.
As Mary opened her eyes and stared at the altar
before her to give thanks and prayed desperately for the
sensation of his hard cock pressing into her needy pussy.
Mary gripped her hands even tighter to the altar rell
before whispering and open prayer, Please God fuck me hard,
fuck me. Now feeling him inside her stretching her, the
tip of his cock pressing along the walls of her pussy.
Mary could only submit to the wave of her pleasure,
feeling his body pressing along hers, his guttural moans echoing
through her body as he thrust deep and hard inside her,
his body tensing as he whispered, don't come yet, not
until I say the words tormented her clip, her orgasms
so close and yet denied, as his arms wrapped around her.
One hand reached underneath and rubbed her clip furiously, while
the other grasped her breast, twisting it in painful delight.
Suddenly there was a groan, followed quickly by a low
growl as he bucked inside her, moaning, come with me,
pretty baby, Come on my fucking cock, Mary cried out
as he erupted inside her, filling her with his cumb
her pussy milking his cock of every last time drop
of seed as her own pleasure exploded through her body,
closing her eyes as her orgasm cascaded through every nerve,
every cell. As she collapsed into a pit of pleasure,
opening her eyes, her body trembled from the waves of
her satisfaction. Mary stared up into his eyes, realizing it
had all been a dream, A fantasy she had lived
out in front of him. Her fingers slid from her pussy,
still dripping from her expliration, her orgasm in front of
this priest here in his church. The priest reached down,
his hand caressed her chin as his thumb brushed her lips.
Mary realized his cock was swollen, hard, trembling beneath his
black pants, a realization that only reignited the desire in
her swollen pussy. Lifting her eyes, she held his gaze,
realizing there was an understanding between them. Whatever this was,
it could not be ignored. As Mary's hand reached up
and squeezed his thrubbing cock through his pants, grinning to
herself as she felt his pulsing response. So hmm, I
hope you're enjoying this dirty little fantassy. Well that's part one.
You're going to have to wait until next time for
part two, and we'll see where we go with this one,
shall we? So until next time when we can get
wild in bed all over again. This is Devil and Wild,
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