Subliminating Frustration Over A Fucking Mobile Game

“Why do you come to the church?” she asks me as her candle shares its flame with the last one unlit. I stare at her lips as she swiftly extinguishes the first source of all light that surrounds us. The mellow warmth envelops her white robes.

“To confess my sins.” I reply, still looking at her lips. “I wasted money against better judgement, and want to make up for it somehow.”

“You’ve certainly helped me out now.” she smiles and turns to me, and my gaze falls from her angelic smile to her shoulders. Shoulders framed by golden locks and rounded wings. She steps closer to me and leans down, to my own candle which I’m absentmindedly holding in front of my chest. Her puff of air that was meant to put the fire out rushes right through me and only heats another fire already burning inside of me. The golden hair is so close that I can smell her. My knees are shaking. She’s still smiling as she rises. “Isn’t it beautiful when the winter is dark outside but the church is all lit in here?”

I fall to my knees. Below the line of light all shadows fall from above, making me feel smaller than I already am.
“I… I still feel like a sinner. I feel punished. What I have done isn’t enough just yet. Isn’t there anything else I can do to make this thirst go away?”

Her hand weighs reassuringly on my head. It slides off as she backs away and leans her back against the altar. I stare at her face, expecting salvation from a choir angel in felt wings. She seems nervous but I can’t tell why. A hand reaches down and pulls at her skirt, revealing no more than her ankle. In heartbeat hastened confusion I search her face for answers again. She’s blushing, smiling slyly.

“All sins must be forgiven.” she states, cryptic with a nervous giggle being suppressed at the back of her throat.

I kiss her ankle sweetly. I kiss it yet more with devotion. I kiss it the third time with utter passion. Watching me from above she simply allows me to kiss further and further up her leg, raising her skirt more as I go. Her calf is so strong, windbarren skin known to be exposed and shaved, but with such marvelous muscles beneath the skin. Her knee is hard, but the skin all the more flexible around it. Her thigh is nothing but warm. I lose sight of the softness I so adore simply because of the heat. Now every other kiss I give her is responded to with a twitch of her hand or the other leg, and my own hands are shaking. Breathing heavily I kiss her thigh’s joint, and with that the lace of her panties.

As if she’s shy to watch me anymore the skirt she so properly pulled up for me is thrown over my head. In the darkness I care less about looking refined, and my devotion to her skin becomes less sophisticated. But what does that matter when I’m so close to her goal. The first kiss to her lips through her panties elicits an audible gasp. I repeat it over and over while enjoying her warm thigh pressed to my cheek as her leg is over my shoulder. My trembling fingers get a hold of her panties and pull them aside.

The first taste of her sap mingling with my own saliva makes my mind go blank. Soon after it is filled with the sound of her voice echoing in the church. The moan of her lovely voice sends unrivalled reactions throughout my own body, and I forbid myself from blanking out again. I want to be conscious, aware, and to remember every note I can wring out of her. Experimenting with my own mouth at her lips I soon figure out what ministrations that push her buttons. All that I’m doing is focused onto that, despite my own raging desire. Nothing in the world matters as much to me as making this choir angel sing.

She grips at my head as her crisis is reached, and my movements are reduced to long slow licks along her pulsating sex. I keep doing so, remembering her previous refrain and song in my heart and crotch. She pulls up her skirt enough to remove me from her, and then lets it fall down again. I gaze up at her without hiding my blatant arousal and heavy breath. She wipes my mouth with a soft handkerchief. After making me clean she kisses the cloth before placing it on my mouth. For some reason that indirect kiss fills me with more warmth than her other lips did.

“Feel better now?”

I smile up at her serenely, with the weight of sin lifted off my shoulders.