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Hail and well met! I wrote this a few weeks back and figured I should consider posting it to the public after positive feedback from friends, so please be kind to my first public smut writing...If you like it...
...I could be swayed to write more often...
Edit // FUCK ME I REALISED I MISSED A WHOLE SEGMENT DSFGDFG choking myself HAHA ;;;;;;
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Tags // CW: Neutral Reader, Intercourse, Light Bondage, Light Choking Inappropriate use of Rosary Beads.
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The chestnut wood groaned under the weight placed upon it; the sins laid out heavy against the communion table, sustaining every impact of the 'morning prayer'. Squelching songs of wet rhythmic slapping sung loudly, echoing against the walls of stone as a body bent firmly over the grain was held tightly in their place.
Pressed down along the table, you, the newly appointed Majesty was left with your toes struggling to find purchase along the floor; arms bound resolutely behind your back by a silken stole dressed in indigo filigree. Your hips held firmly by pale porcelain fingers that dug into your skin with more hunger than consideration, the grasp allowing the holder to restrain your warm body against the table just so they could have their way of you.
With steady and measured thrusts, the porcelain figure leaned over your body, encasing you with their own larger frame; their porcelain hand coasting up along your form only to lift your chin with a deceptively gentle grasp; his lips grazed your ear with a whispered hum. "Your Majesty⦠I am utmost honoured you were so willing to join me in this mornings prayer," his voice chimed with a purr of devilish satisfaction, tracing the outer lobe of your ear with a blackened forked tongue as he urged another raspy moan from your throat with a deeper thrust.
"Truly⦠I find myself grateful you desired to learn more of my routine in the midst of your already busy and rather filled itinerary." He punctuated those words with a deliberate slow roll of his hips, causing you to groan beneath him; your body reacting far too obediently to his movements that it merely fueled his gratification.
Choking back a low whine, you glimpsed back at the figure smiling haughtily just by your shoulder. "P-please⦠Prieston⦠I⦠I need-" Your body clenched in anticipation, a tell-tale sign you were close, and seeking the release only Prieston could provide you.
His movements stilled abruptly, hips drawing back in a slow drag until he slipped, cresting his sleek cock along the cleft of your ass. Drawing away from your ear, Prieston slid his hand from your face; tracing the length of your arching spine before flattening a hand over the small of your back, maintaining a firm pressure. His other hand trailed down your hip only to slip down between your trembling legs, dipping his middle and ring finger along the sensitive flesh presented to him. "Such a mess⦠And here I thought you were seeking to join me in prayer, not divulge in more sin."
Drawing his hands from your body, he watched as your feet meet the ground properly; your legs trembled and breath still finding its way to catch up to you, keeping you bent over the table for support and recovery. A humoured chuckle escaped his lips; his eyes lingered, appreciating the view as he dragged his fingers along your skin in feather-light motions to watch you shiver, "hmmm⦠My thoughts are swallowed by temptation, my child. Part of me is considering leaving you like this⦠Devoid of fulfilment. Yearning for resolution. Cursing the very thought of me for not seeing it through."
Slipping his hand into the pocket of his Alb, his eyes glinted with a profound hunger of increasing lust. "Yet the other part is rather grateful you were so insistent on joining me for dawns service. For that⦠I should commend you properly."
Moving seamlessly, he slipped out his hand; thumb tracing over the strung array of Lapis Lazuli beads that made up the elegant rosary, the silver holy crest glinting in the dim light of the theatre. Prieston lidded his gaze, studying the beads before glimpsing up at your still bent form; the discoloured impressions of where he had held you, marking your skin with shapes formed by only his hands.
He didn't hesitate. Lowering the rosary towards his cock, he let out a quiet hum. "Since you wish to know more, are you aware of the purpose of a rosary in prayer my child?" His eyes lingered on yours, watching that subtle shake of your head; a sly grin graced his porcelain lips as he lay the rosary against his cock.
"Starting at the crest, you count every beadβ¦" He wrapped the rosary around once.
"Each small bead a prayer you whisperβ¦" Another wrap around.
"And for every ten, you count a larger beadβ¦" Another.
The rosary wrapped around the length of his cock neatly, the cold stones not swaying his arousal in the slightest as positioned behind you, using a single hand to hike your hip upwards until your toes brushed the floor once more. Leaning down he trailed his lips along your shoulder blade before brushing your ear. "For every large bead, you pray to your holy father."
With not much waiting, he pressed forward gradually; the tip of his cock sliding back into place inside you before a subtle resistance; the first ring of beads. Your body tensed up in caution only for his porcelain lips to graze over your ear and down your neck methodically, planting soft sucking kisses along the expanse of your throat. "Easy my childβ¦ Hold faith I will guide you gentlyβ¦ Relax for me my dearβ¦"
Those whispered words against your skin, his hands not gripping but cradling your hips only lulled you into his security; your body relaxing enough for him to purr against your ear, "that's my eager discipleβ¦" Pressing his cock further, the ring of beads caught themselves against you; pushing back alongside his length until they pressed at your entrance more insistently. He didn't relent, pushing forward until the first row didn't just catch but slipped past your tight entrance. A low groan of satisfaction escaped him, feeling the pressure of the beads along his own cock was sinful enough, but for you? It was too much.
Every bead caught itself at your entrance, only to slide in further accompanying his intruding shaft. Pressing firmly along your walls and catching every nerve like a strum of musical pleasure that left you singing moans of praise; he didn't let up, pushing inside further, bead after bead, until finally⦠His cock was fully sheathed inside you; the only reaction you gave was whimpers of acknowledgement whilst Prieston was gritting his teeth ever so slightly, feeling how tightly you clenched along his member. Drawing back slowly, the beads caught against you, slipping out slickly only to be pressed inside again; the motion and movement of his cock was blissful nightmare of sensation, an unholy concoction of overwhelming pleasure that left your legs trembling and had Prieston panting.
Out then in. Out then in. His hips snapped against your rear, his grip on your hips tightened, lifting you slightly to shift the angle; your toes no longer felt the safety of the stone beneath you. Drawing back, he caught himself deep, pressing against the spots that made your vision waiver; his voice a heavy rasp along your ear, "do you feel how deep my prayers can reach you, my child?" He emphasised his words with a deliberate roll of his hips, that forked tongue tracing your ear slowly with his breathy exhale, "how about now your majesty?"
Pulling away from your head, Prieston stood firm, pumping his cock slowly into you just to stir his own arousal; one porcelain hand tightly grasped your hip while his other traced upwards along your side, trailing against your cheek before moving to twirl a finger into your hair. The sensation soft, gentle, caring; it was overridden by the sudden tight grip he yanked back full of your hair. You could only yelp as he pulled your head back enough to arch further for him, his slow thrusts turned brutally quick; deep piercing plunges of his cock kept your body in a stasis of utter blasphemy of ecstasy.
Your arousal dripped messily between your legs, his hips never relented for a moment even as he panted and groaned behind you; the strands of your hair slipped from his firm grasp only leading him to reach forth and grasp your neck tightly. His violet eyes burned in absolution, his fingers wrapped around your neck in a choking grasp, his thumb pressing along your airway to stifle your raspy moans and leave you feeling more faint then before. "Almost my child." He groaned against your ear.
Each catch of the beads, each deep press, the way you sucked him in so obediently, it didn't leave him with much else to do than to unravel. His breath turned ragged in your ear before finally his hold on you tightened, his forehead rested against your shoulder and his hips pressed in one final time; his cock spilled itself deep inside you, pumping in a thick and heavy load with each twitch of his cock. Holding himself there for a moment, his hands finally loosened only to finally guide you down to rest over the table, utterly spent and exhausted.
He finally drew his hips back, letting his cock slip out and the rosary beads that were once wrapped along him fell to the floor, soaked in the lewd combination of you both. His eyes darkly gazed down upon your form, seeing his release trail down your thighs with complete satisfaction. Leaning down he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, letting out a quiet chuckle.
"Hmmm⦠You will have to join me more often my child⦠I quite enjoyed today's prayer."
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