soft hearted pervert

You were spread open on the mattress as if it were an alter, wrists and ankles chained to the bedposts. A crucifix hung overhead, clattering against the wall as you fought the restraints and the priest continued his false exorcism, calling upon an angel for defense.

All of the air escaped your lungs in a harsh exhale as Loki grabbed your jaw, forcing you into look into his icy blue eyes.

It was only this past Sunday that you had bloomed under his gentle gaze, safe in his rectory, in the house of god. Everything seemed so different now, the figure before you no longer the man who read passages from an old book, but a powerful priest who held you at his mercy, wagering your salvation against his own lust. Loki was no longer your humble priest, but something demonic, something hungry.

“Let me in,” Loki hissed, his fingers trailing over your cheek, his snake’s tongue darting out to taste the salty tears that stained your skin.

Before you could beg him not to, the white sheet was torn from your body, leaving you wearing only the gold cross that dangled from your throat.

“So fucking beautiful… it almost makes me believe you were made in a holy image,” Loki mocked, the devil inside him no longer hiding behind his robes and cloth.

You abandoned trying to declare your innocence, that you had remain untouched just as the book had dictated — despite rumors of your small rural sect. That’s what the priest had used to trap you, the false tale of a rumor being spread of your purity, convincing you that he was to pray over your unclean body.

As soon as you were naked beneath him, terrified and throbbing on his alter, you saw Loki for what he truly was. He wasn’t the flock’s loyal priest who looked out for you, but a devil that preyed upon your devotion.

You may have walked into this room pure and willing, but if you were lucky enough to leave, you’d be clawing your way out of a hell of depravity and lust.

Loki’s tongue trailed down your body, tasting your fear and sweat. A violent shudder came as the wet muscle flattened against your nipple, sucking hard. He watched you through thick dark eyelashes, feeling your body’s reaction. Your back arched, doing what little you could to offer yourself more of him, still obedient even as he tied you up and defiled you in the name of a false exorcism.

“That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to force myself inside your body and hear those sweet little screams fall from your lips,” Loki hissed, smirking at your whimper.

The cuffs on your ankles held your legs apart, spreading you open to him as he slithered down your body. Struggling was fruitless now, leaving you only the option to plead for mercy. You couldn’t even pray, not when you were bared to the devil for him to feast upon.

Loki knelt between your thighs, his large hands gripping the flesh of your ass. Those terrible icy blue eyes gazed up at you, feeding on the horror painting your features. His sharp teeth grazed over the softness of your inner thighs, smirking at the way your breath hitched in anticipation.

“Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin,” he murmured into the soft skin of your thigh before his tongue delved into your cunt.

Your head fell back, a scream torn from your throat as he tasted you, his tongue swirling around your clit. He lapped at your folds, drinking the arousal that had spilled from you despite your fear.

Loki’s moans vibrated against you as he began to fuck you with his fingers, curling forward to play you like an instrument. You were helpless against the pleasure, your body giving in to him, welcoming the devil inside of you.

No amount of scripture could have armored you against his infernal lust. From the first moment you’d stepped foot in his chapel, he knew you would be his. Loki would make you belong to him, own you and control you in ways your delicate mind couldn’t fathom.

You were powerless — left only crying out his name, crying out to your priest for salvation, even as he dragged you deeper and deeper into damnation.

The cries and screams only furthered Loki’s hunger and desires. He basked in your suffering, feeling you throb and cream on his fingers, your body unable to deny what pleasure the devil ripped from you.

“You love this. You’ve given yourself to me and you love the taste of sin. No man nor beast will ever satisfy you again, for you are mine,” Loki’s words sounded like a prayer, spoken into the bite marks he had left on your inner thighs.

Your salvation was brief as Loki sat up, no longer overstimulating you with his tongue, tasting your sin and pleasure. You panted on the bed, fighting to catch your breath, finally giving up on struggling against the restraints. He studied you, your chest heaving in ragged breaths and your hair stuck to the damp skin of your face. Small shudders wracked your body, aftershocks of pleasure sparking through you.

“You cannot hide from me. I know the filthy desires you harbor. I know the fire in your belly that burns for me, the need blooming that only I can satiate. I will exorcise you not of demons, but of your own lust. Soon you’ll no longer be praying to god, but to me,” Loki’s words spread your soul bare, exposing your darkest desires.

“Father, please,” you begged, pleading for him to absolve your suffering, to worship your body the way he had once worshipped saints.

The gold-stitched robes slid from his shoulders as he undressed. Loki stood at the end of the bed in all of his glory, gazing down on you, his faithful disciple.

Your faith in Loki had never wavered, even in this moment of wickedness. He was your leader, your priest, your salvation — he was yours, as much as you were his. Even bruised and aching beneath him, you were begging him to enter your body, to cleanse you of your sins and remove the evil from you and replace it with his own.

His skilled hands released the cuffs on your ankles, and he was pushing your knees to your shoulders before you could move.

“Easy,” he hushed your desperate sounds, stroking himself for a moment as he ignored your pathetic begs.

Your head dropped back as Loki finally pressed into you, sinking deep inside your cunt. A moan reverberated through his chest, his curls dropping in front of his eyes, shielding the pleasure taking root in his gorgeous features.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you hissed, your body forcing you to take every inch of him, stretching out nearly to the point of pain.

“He isn’t here, you’ll pray to me,” he grabbed your jaw, kissing you roughly, swallowing your whimper.

Every thrust pushed him deeper inside until you, seeming to feel him in every nerve ending of your body until you were exploding with pleasure. You would have given anything to dig your nails into his shoulders and claw at his back, jerking weakly against the handcuffs that still restrained you to the bed. Loki practically had your body folded in half, his hips smacking your ass with loud sounds that mixed with the moans muffled by messy tongue-kisses.

You chased his lips when he pulled away, the action rewarded by him spitting into your mouth. He smirked at your surprised gasp -- interrupting yourself with a moan as he rolled his hips forward, nudging against your g-spot.

"That's it, you look so pretty when you're helpless," he praised, a hand wrapping around your throat.

He sat up and began to pound into you, restricting your oxygen as he split you open on his cock. The pressure built between your legs until it was crashing over you all at once in a violent wave. Your vision hazed, and you barely heard your own scream as your body released in a violent orgasm.

Mere seconds follow before the priest was spilling his seed inside of you, so much of it until it was leaking out and staining the once white sheets. Loki swore, his thrusts slowing until he eased out of you, the first gentle action since you'd found yourself in your position.