☾𖦹✩StarGirl✩𖦹☾

The sweet lingering smell of arousal and the sift whimpering moans of the two cleaners filled Follo’s bedroom. Thankfully most of everyone was already away in their rooms to sleep, giving you and Follo plenty of time to finally bask in each others warmth after a long day of missions and reports.

His hands firmly grip your waist as your hips grind against his abdomen and hard twitching cock. Your soft slick folds sliding down his length and abs as he trembled and moaned under you. His hair was a mess, his toned chest slick with sweat, and he looked absolutely wrecked as his eyes couldn’t stick to just your pussy rubbing through his cock or your blissed out face.

“Fuuuccckk..! Fuck, baby..! Youre so good to me, so fucking good to me.. oh fuck..” he slurred, eyes rolling back as you grinded against his tip, your clit bumping into his sensitive flushed tip as his hands gripped your waist harder.

He’s been practically begging for this since he got back from his mission, his face tucked against your neck as his scar tickled your skin. His hands kept sliding under your top, teasing your breasts as he begged and whimpered into your ear until you gracefully dragged him away from his problems.

“Fucck.. hah, I’m gonna cum.. fuccckkkimgonnacum…” he moaned, drool sliding down his lips as his back arched, his hands gripping your waist firmly as his hips bucked against your pussy, rubbing it faster. As you fall forward, his chest presses against yours as his hands wrapped around you tight before he shuddered, finally cumming alongside you.

Follo was at his last straw as he stumbled into his room with you in tow. He couldn’t help himself, seeing just how flawless and beautiful you looked while fighting alongside him at the most recent mission had him looking at you with burning passion. The car ride back to HQ almost made him act out and have you right there on the leather seats right in front of everyone, but he held it in.

Until now

He was more rough than he usually is with you, frantic, and panting lightly against the side of your neck. His lips trailed down your damp skin, trailing warm and wet kisses down your jugular before finding his favorite spot and sucking a dark mark against your skin. Hands trailing down your body before he leaned back and sighed, eyes lidded as they locked with yours.

“Get undressed.” he whispered into your ear, his voice husky and low, making your thighs rub together instinctively.

The moment your uniform dropped onto his floor along with his, you barely had time to say anything before his lips were back on yours. It was almost overwhelming on how easy he was being now, as if the clumsy and shy Follo you knew a year prior stopped existing altogether! Ever since he became a Giver he was gained more confidence than you could handle.

“Please I just..” he pants against your lips, his forehead resting against yours as he opens his eyes. Pathetic but utterly beautiful orange eyes finding yours, “…I need you. I need you so bad, let me have you.. just for tonight.” He whimpered as his lips pepper down your throat to your shoulder.

Free time with your boyfriend is nothing short than scarce. You two are either on missions that take days, or on random side quests.

But this small moment right now are some you cherish. You two were snuggled up on his warm bed while you draped your legs over his lap as you lean against the wall and listen to him ramble about a recent mission.

However, much to your dismay, you stopped listening maybe five minutes ago. You couldn’t help it, he just looked oh so handsome from this angle. His soft features, his hair that you know is soft to the touch, and that neck of his.

Your eyes locked on it immediately ignoring everything he was saying a moment ago, and that’s IF you were paying attention. Before you knew it, you leaned in and gave him a kiss right against his jugular, eyes closing.

You leaned back to look at him, only to see him flushed, eyes wide, mouth agape in shock. “W-what was that for?! That was completely random.” He asked, his ears turning a faint red. You shrug, smirk forming on your face as you lean closer, peppering more kisses against his neck as you slide into his lap.

Slowly, his hands slid to your waist, letting his head tilt back to give you extra room for you to continue your love on his throat. “Guess I’m just irresistible, huh? Were you even paying attention to what I’ve been saying for the last ten minutes?” He asked, smirking a little as he looked at you, pinching your waist.

The clouds finally dimmed as your team finally reached HQ after a tiresome long mission with the rest of your team. All you wanted to do was go lay besides your lover, who was none other than Shinkage.

It didn’t take long to head to his room, knocking lightly at the door for him to recognize you by the code. “Come on, baby. My feet are killing me..” you whine until he finally unlocked the door and led you inside.

His room was kinda dark, trash littered in the corner, an anime body pillow when you’re absent, ramen noodle cups, energy drink cans, the usual. He peaked slowly from under his heavy blanket, yellow eyes meeting yours as you sat down besides him.

“H-hey, baby..” he whispered under his breath, looking away flustered as you leaned against his side despite being together for a couple of months. It took courage, patience, and determination to get him out of his shell and into your arms. A whine left his lips as you peppered kisses along his cheek, laughing at his fluttered face that only illuminated by the small security tv he had in front of him to check for any intruders.

“I missed you..” you sigh into his arms, embracing the smell of faint sweetness and sweat, you never cared anyway. He was yours, and from the looks of it, will never leave.

He stiffened instantly, of course, but after a few moments let arm arm snake around your waist as his blanket gently rested on your shoulders as you rambled about your most recent mission. His eyes lingered on you and the tv, whining a little when you snuggled too close.

He only noticed when you felt heavier on his side, glancing down to find out you fell asleep. Internally? He was panicking, heart was beating faster than usual. On the outside? He.. just looked lik a frozen statue.

Follo spent most of his afternoon celebrating his birthday with the other cleaners. A present from Gris and Tomme, a fixed figure from Rudo, training alongside Zanka, and more from those close to him. It was late now and he hasn’t seen you since the morning before his mission.

He was confused and slightly saddened. Were you mad at him? Did something happen? Were you on some late night mission? He checked your bedroom and found.. nothing.

His thoughts clouded his mind when he finally went into his bedroom.. eyes downwards to see the red fake flower petals leading to his bed. He looked up and found you, laying on his bed in lingerie and a ribbon bow keeping your thighs closed. You giggled as he stood there shocked, his bedroom door slowly closing behind him with a soft click.

“Happy birthday, Follo..” you whispered, tilting your head slightly as your smile widened at his shocked face, “don’t you wanna open your present?”

Before he knew it, he was over you, his arms caging you in as his orange eyes locked on yours, especially that grin of yours. “Fuck.. you’re so..” he barely was able to think before he crashed his lips against yours, finding your hands were also wrapped together. “How’d you even do this yourself?” He checked, kissing down your neck before slowly sucking on a spot.

“Mm.. it took.. fifteen minutes to do it..” you said breathlessly, eyes closed shut as you relaxed into his kisses. He kissed down your stomach, lips brushing against the lace fabric before finding your thighs wrapped in a ribbon. He chuckled, shaking his head by how outrageous this scene is, but he was loving every second of this.

You’ve noticed how much he’s changed since he became a giver; confidence skyrocketed, happiness, and maturity. Sure, you missed how he was so shy at times but this? This was perfect.

A low moan left your lips, snapping out of your thoughts as you felt a long lick against your folds. You look down, finding his eyes already locked on yours, ribbon off your thighs, and his tongue slowly caressed your clit. His hands spreading your thighs apart. “You always taste so good, baby. Better than the cake I ate earlier..” she groaned, taking his time with your pussy.

Soft moans left your lips, tied hands caressing his black locks, brushing against the scar on the side of his head. “Follo..! Wait..! I’m gonna cum..!” You gasp, hips grinding against his face before he leaned back right before you came.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that. You’re my birthday present, remember?” He chuckled, beginning to undress himself. You panted as you watched his shirt and pants come off, eyes tracing over his body with a small grin. He was so deliciously handsome, and so deliciously yours.

A gasp left your lips as he grabbed your tied hands, pinning them over your head his free hand hoisting your leg over his hip. “Look at you, so fucking beautiful for me like this..” he sighed deeply, his tip rubbing against your wet folds, coating in your sweet honey before he slid in slowly.

A loud moan erupted from you both as he bottomed out, feeling him snug inside your warm walls with his tip pressing against your cervix. “Never as easiest as the first time..” he said shakily as he moved slowly, his head falling against your shoulder as his hands caress your thighs.

“Follo.. you feel so good..” you moan against his neck as Follo kisses you neck, his pace gradually increasing as the wet sounds of skin against skin filled the room. Your moans we’re echoing off the wall, hoping whoever wanted to give Follo one last birthday gift waited until the next morning.

“Fuck..! I’m gonna cum, baby. Come with me..?” He asked sweetly into your ear, rubbing your clit fast until you orgasm finally washed through you. He fucked you through it before quickly pulling out and cumming on your thighs and pussy.

Soft muffled moans vibrate against your shoulder as you sit on Follo’s lap, both of you only in your underwear as you both dry hump against one another.

The car ride back from a mission earlier was cramped, leaving you to sit on your boyfriends lap. Halfway back to HQ you could already feel him poking against you. By the time you two were in his room, he was on you faster than the lock clicking.

“Hah.. fuck..! Follo, you’re so hard..” you moan against his shoulder, curls ticking his face as he humped against you with whines grunts. His hands gripped your brown thighs firmly, smoothing over your skin as he made sure you were firmly against him. The tip of his clothed tip rubbing deliciously against your clit through your soft cotton panties.

Both your underwear’s were ruined by the wetness of your pussy and his pre, but neither of you cared until you both came. “Fuck, baby.. mmm you feel s’good..” he slurred, drool tripping from his lips before you immediately leaned close and licked it away before kissing him sloppily.

One of his hand grabbed onto the back of your head as he relished the taste of your mouth, groaning against your tongue as he felt the coil in his abdomen about to snap.

He took in a sharp breath, eyes rolling back as he laid down on your bed, you riding his lap as he grabbed you firmly and humped faster, his tip rubbing specifically on your clit, earning a loud cry from you both as you two eagerly chased your high.

“Ah! Follo! Fuckfuckfuckfuck..!! Ahh- shit!” You cried out, hands scratching at his chest as the coil in your abdomen snapped and you came hard alongside Follo. Follo was no different as a choked moan left his lips, his back arching off your soft sheets as he came all over his boxers, smearing with your own slick.

You two panted hard as you came off from your highs. Your eyes dazed as you slightly swayed before gently laying on top of him, “Mmm.. that felt good..” you whispered softly, panting against his chest as his hand weakly caressed your curls. “Yeah.. if anyone heard I’ll simply die.” He grumbled.

“Oh totally..” you chuckled, nuzzling against his face as he turned his head to kiss your cheek.

Hours later…

“Follo. Sit down.” Gris said firmly from the booth in the dining hall, far away from the others. “You’re old enough to have this conversation. It’s important for someone your age to learn about safe sex, especially now that you’re dating her.” He said, crossing his arms as Follo internally wished for his demise.

For the last few weeks you’ve been studying alongside Satoru and Armin, which was arguably the best thing that has ever happened to you. It was already difficult to get Satoru to be your study partner considering his party-holic twin beother was always dragging him along to another nightly event, same goes for Armin.

It was another tiresome lecture as Professor Higuruma was going overboard with the criminal justice system speech as usual, even though most of his speeches were reasonably entertaining and informative it did take more class time than we already had. Just when you were about the leave the lecture for your next one, they both approached you to be their study partner considering you three were the top of the class and finals were just a few weeks away. You were so glad you did.

Despite their shyness around others, they were both completely focused and engaged with every study session. In the dining call, the library, a nearby cafe, or one of your dorm rooms. Going through material, online sources, or handwritten notes either of you had. Even going through notes of other classes you three shared. By the time finals came around, there was no point in being nervous about a single thing. All three of you, as usual, passed with flying colors.

After a long day of testing you relaxed in your single dorm room wearing something comfortable while listening to The Weeknd. You’ve worked hard, you needed to indulge yourself in your own space as you laid down on the soft fluffy carpet, your long locs tickling your back as the smell of incense that isn’t even allowed in the dorms swirls in the air and into your lungs.

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and relax three sharp knocks at your door made you jump. “Shit-! Coming! One second!” You call out, opening the window to wave out the smell of incense before you scrambled to the door, praying it wasn’t the RA as you swung the door open not even caring about your outfit.

Armin and Satoru stood there, soft smiles on their face. “Hey! Uh, Since finals are over, we were wondering if you wanted to celebrate? Nothing too extreme, you know?” Armin started, a nervous and shy smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his head and averted his eyes. Satoru, on the other hand, was shamelessly looking down at you. Specifically at your thighs.

“Just came outta the shower?” Satoru asked, still looking down at the way the brown skin of your thighs shined under the warm lighting of your room. Shameless, just like his brother. Armin blushed as he elbowed Satoru’s side to shut up, before sheepishly pulling out a small baggy from his pocket. “So.. Satoru nabbed this from his brother and we were kinda wondering if you.. wanted to try it? N-not forcing you just.. if you wanted to?” Armin asked, still blushing crazy. He was so adorable all flushed, so different compared to Eren and Mikasa.

After a mental debate about the health complications, you gave in, smiling as you led the two inside.

As you two relax in the warmth of your dorm room, the smell of weed lingering in the air and slowly filtering out your slight open window, you can’t help but notice how Satoru’s gaze lingered in your exposed legs the more the weed settled. Just as you were about to question him, Armin lightly tapped your shoulder.

The moment you turned your head you almost flinched at how close he was to your face. His eyes lidded and red, lips slightly parted, and his breathing heavy and ragged as his eyes were locked on your lips.

“Can.. I kiss you?” He whispered, blue and pink eyes finally finding yours. A soft whimper left your soft lips as you nodded and closed your eyes, leaning close to press your lips against his. The moment he has a taste of your lips and the small smell of the cocoa butter lipgloss, he changed almost instantly. His kisses became more demanding, hungry, his tongue dragging against your bottom lip and smearing the dark brown lip liner you had earlier.

“No fair.. can I get one too..?” Satoru whined as he leaned close to your left side, pleading blue eyes staring back into yours. You seperate from Armin to look at him but he barely let the “yes” leave your lips before his was on yours. You can feel Armins pout against your right side before feeling soft kisses down your neck, warm hands all around your waist.

You felt lightheaded as soft moans left your lips, Satoru’s lips moving from your own to all over his face, his hand cupping your face before resting on your thigh and caressing your smooth brown skin. His lips found yours again, tongue exploring every inching of your mouth before sucking on your tongue.

“Stop hogging..” Armin glared weakly before looking at your top, lidded eyes glancing at yours to get the green light before slowly tugging it down. You could’ve sworn you heard a small ‘fuck’ over the sound of Satoru sucking your neck before Armin’s lips latched into a dark brown nipple. His warm soft hand pinching and rolling the other until they’re hard peaks. “Fuck.. I’ve been wanting these tits since the third study session…” he groaned against your cleavage, moving from one nipple to the other to make sure both had equal attention.

“Mm.. fuck! This feels s’good.. Nghh..” you said between moans, eyes fluttering closed and your head rested against the side of your bed with a small thump. Satoru’s hand trailed down your body before finding your soft black lace panties, completely drenched through. You nod softly as you lift your hips and let them remove it, revealing your glistening brown folds. Armin let out a soft groan as he used his fingers to spread your lips apart, revealing the pink inside and winking enterance.

“We need.. to be inside you” Satoru whispered behind you, moving you to his lap before lifting you up and onto your twin mattress. You watch as Armin stood in front of you, getting undressed and revealing his toned body you didn’t even know existed until now before feeling shifting behind you. You melted at the warm skin behind you, Satoru’s lips trailing down your neck and shoulders as his length was hard between your folds, coating in your juices.

“Fuck.. please.. inside me..” you mewl, brow furrowed as you leaned your head against Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru groans behind you, lifting your hips and spreading your cheeks apart, eyes lidded as he stared at the puckered hole.

“Fuck.. I need.. I need this..” he groaned, gripping his long and thick length to your puckered hole and slowly easing you down. You both cried out in pleasure before you finally bottomed out, panting hard as you adjusted. “Fuck.. my beautiful chocolate queen..” he moaned into your ear.

Just before you could turn to him in shock and confusion, Armin gripped your thighs, easing himself deep inside of your dripping pussy. The sensation of being filled by both holes made you cry out, eyes rolling back as your body jolted slightly.

The three of you panted hard, breaths heavy and barely audible through the music. You feel Armin adjusting your legs before he began to move, Satoru groaning behind you as he matched his thrusts with his.

“Fuck-ah! Yes! Yesss!” You mewl, the sound of skin hitting skin, the slick of your pussy, their grunts, and your loud moans echoed through the room as they trusted deep inside you raw.

It was almost animalistic how hard they were fucking you, the three biggest nerds on campus and they were ruining one another. The warmth and tightness of your insides almost with the presser of the other’s cock made them both dizzy as they fucked you harder.

“Hah.. ah— where..? Where do you want this.. this cum, baby..?” Satoru grunted in your ear, drool tricking down your shoulder.

“Inside..! Fuck! Cum inside of me!” You cried out, blissed out as one hand gripped Armin’s hair and the other the back of Satoru’s neck.

You lay in the warmth of Follo’s, sunlight casting through the windows giving your skin a warm orange hue. Especially Follo’s. You watch with lidded eyes as he slept, how handsome he was, how he was yours.

His tousled hair, slight drool on his face, his soft face, the scars on the side of his head. He was just so cute.. you couldn’t help but reach over and cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.

You flinch as he shifted, already prepared to apologize for waking him up, only to feel the warmth of his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. Your body relaxed as he tucks your face into the crook of his neck, the scent of orange citrus and something significantly him flows into your chest as you nuzzle closer to his body.

You couldn’t help but admire him once more, your hand resting on his chest just above his scar. Your free hand running up and down his back, feeling the firm muscles he usually kept underneath baggy clothes. All for you to see under closed doors.

You remember the fear you felt that day, only to feel immense relief once finding out he was okay. Since then you’ve been constantly staring more than usual, touching longer than before, as if to trap his being into your memories. You almost lost him for good, now couldn’t even risk taking him for granted even now.

“You’re overthinking again, love..” he rumbled, voice deeper and husky as he slowly woke. His eyes soft as he gazed back into your eyes, leaning down to kiss against your cheek and neck before looking back into your eyes. “You know I’m safe, right?” He chuckled

It was true, obviously. He’s safe, alive, even a giver now… but you couldn’t help but wish he never became one.

“An Eater, I need her” - Matt Martins

A yearner is a person who’s experiencing a deep and intense longing or desire for something. Often towards something that’s too difficult to obtain..

A yearner, is something Follo is slowly becoming, or that’s what Gris is telling him teasingly whenever the boys gaze lingers on you longer than what’s comfortable. He couldn’t help it really, how could he? You were strong member of the cleaners, strength and confidence emits from your very being as if insecurity and self doubt never even existed in your inner vocabulary. No words could explain his desire to at least get closer to you, but his insecurities got the better of him.

What if you didn’t see his potential, that he was just a supporter? Not strong enough? Those insecurities ran rampant in his mind, fighting over whatever his heart was telling him to do.

He couldn’t help it either way. How your smile made your facial features brighter, how your laugh echoes through the air like wind chimes, your eyes were utterly perfect that he could gaze into them until his dying breath, those lips…

“You know..” Tomme started, snapping him out of his inner thoughts as she sat besides him on the lounge chairs, seeing he was just staring at his clutched hands on his lap. “If you keep on fighting it, you’ll never have the chance at all. You’ll loose her before you even had the opportunity to have her in the first place.” She said softly, patting his shoulder before walking away.

She was right, of course she was. He knew he had to before he was too late..

With the bit of confidence he had gained, he stood from his seat and marched to find her. Even if he got rejected, at least he tried. As he was pondering what to say, to maybe just ask her to hangout first instead of outright asking her out, he turned the corner in the hall.. only to find her walking out of the training grounds with Zanka. Laughing and smiling with him, walking side by side.

You loved your husband more than anything, even if you didn’t know the version of himself he kept hidden from the rest of the world. You didn’t even know his own jinki. Nonetheless.. he was the man who gave you comfort, warmth, and loved you with his very being.

It was rare to see Arkah asleep, but the few times you did, you cherished those moments. You laid besides him in the warmth of the bed you two shared, laying on your side as you watched him sleep. He laid on his back, chest slowly rising and falling, blanket pooled down to his abdomen, and his locs neatly covered in bonnet which you two matched together. He looked peaceful, and gentle as he slept, despite how calm he looked while behind his desk.

You reached your hand towards him, gently caressing his warm brown skin. Feeling up his chest down to firm muscled waist, the slim waist your secretly envious of, but you’d never say it out loud. As you crept your hands back up to his cheek, you almost flinched when he moved. His larger hand slowly covered your own against his face, his grey eyes opened to lock with yours as he slowly kissed your wrists.

“Morning, my love..” he whispered as his free hand slid around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. “You’ve been staring at me for a while, I felt it.” He said with a deep chuckle, his voice soothing vibrations against your cheek.

“I can’t help but stare at the man I married.” You muttered, watching as he kissed down your arm until he finally met your soft lips. His larger hand slowly hand sneaked under your nightgown, caressing your warm brown skin of your back. “We have enough time, don’t we, my wife?” He whispered against your lips, slowly moving you to your back before slotting between your thighs.

A soft groan left your lips as he stared down at your thighs, gently caressing your sides before moving them open. “Always so pretty for me..” he sighed as he rubbed your clit through your lacy panties, leaning down to kiss your lips once more as he gently pulled them off your body and down onto the floor. His middle finger slowly eased itself inside you, thrusting in slow as he distracted you with his lips moving towards your neck.

Once he felt you were ready, he eased in his ring finger. You flinch slightly from the sharp coldness of his wedding ring against your hot skin, a chuckle leaving his lips that warmed your neck.

Soft breathy moans escaped you as he scissored you open, preparing you for him as he did everytime. Just as you were about to reach your peak he slid his fingers out of your warmth, chucking at your frustrated expression as he reached besides you towards the bedside table, grabbing the familiar bottle.

Lidded eyes locked on him as he slid his boxers down, his cock heavy as it slapped against his abdomen. He was big, obviously. Slight reddish undertone for his tip, a nice thick vein, and nice girth to length ratio. You watched as he slowly coated his length in lube before easing some inside of you.

“You ready, my wife?” He whispered as he placed the bottle down, slowly leaning down to kiss your face as he angled his length to your entrance. Kissing your tears away as he stretched you open, his hand finding your hip as he began to thrust into you.

You hands grip his shoulder while the other interlace with his hand, your rings glistening under the morning light as he made love to you. The squelching of your pussy, your soft angelic moans, his soft grunts, creaking of the bed, and ruffle of sheets echoed through the walls. You were in pure bliss, unable to even form words aside from his own name.

“Arkah..” you groaned into his shoulder, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucked you stupid. His free hand finding place against your pussy, rubbing your clit. His cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, each thrust getting sloppier than the last before his hand grips yours and his hips stilled. Your orgasm crashed against you hard as your vision goes white, the equal sensation of your orgasm and his cock painting your inner walls white made you utterly dizzy.

The church lies empty as the night settles, your steps echoed through the marble floor and cold walls. It took time and effort to become a priest at your young age, and so far you’ve been loved and cherished by those who come to the house of god. Any demonic entities have never dared step foot near the cathedral, they should know better.

However, the familiar sight of white feathers has been frequent as of late. Behind the rows of benches, under bibles, burnt besides a burning candle. One would mistake it as the feather of a beautiful dove, or a pesky pidgeon, or maybe the feathers of an angel.. but you’re not that naive. The energy that emits from the feathers is too dark, too demonic to be any of the sort.

A scoff leaves your lips as you reach over and pick the feather up with a cloth and a gloved hand. Despite your skin not coming contact with the feather, you already feel soft eyes burning into you. Quickly you turned to face whoever was behind you, only to be met with a blur of a figure before it vanished immediately. It’s as if it’s taunting you.

It was frustrating, of course, it’s been happening for months now. Small blurry glances of a figure just out of your peripheral vision. Long hair, wings, pale skin, but you’re always met with those peach and blue glowing eyes everytime. Your brows knit in irritation before you relaxed to whisper a small prayer, hands clasped against your chest as your eyes closed.

“You know.. those are pointless..” a smooth velvet voice whispered, warm breath tingling against your ear. You jump at the sound and turned to face the voice, eyes darting everywhere before you see it. You see him. Standing right besides your pedestal where the Bible rest. You know it couldn’t be an angel, but did he look like one anyway. His long blonde hair with blue underneath that you can finally see every silky strand, those eyes that you’ve felt burn into you for months, blinding white wings that drag behind his body, and that warm smile that’s far from amiable.

“You-! Stay back you vile sinful demon! I know what you are, and you can’t be trusted.” You said coldly, eyes narrowed at the figure as your hand gripped at the cross that laid against your warm chest. Despite your firm and strong approach, you were at his mercy. You didn’t know what to do for situations like these, all your fellow members of the church could only tell you that your ‘visions’ were simply due to your lack of faith, that you were too young to be a bishop, too foolish to be in such position.

And by the look in his eyes, he knew those were true. His smile widened, almost inhumanly so. You blinked and he disappeared as fast as he came, of course he did, it a has been doing so for weeks but.. this was different, as if it was feeding off of your fears, your anger, your sins.

You flinch as he appeared in front of you, making you gasp and stumble back into the cold benches of the church. “Sin is the embodiment of temptation, it burns through the heart and soul, torturing you from the inside out until it breaks through your very shell.” He whispered as he stepped closer to your shivering form until he loomed over you, “You should know that..” he whispered as he leaned down over you, his hair falling around your head, making the moonlight shining through the stained glass windows emit a glow around his figure.

“You don’t know anything about me..” you breathed, temptation running rampant through your veins as his wings shadow your bodies. This was wrong, it was against the church, your heart was hammering into your chest and your vision felt blurred, you shouldn’t give into the demonic eyes of this creature. Just as your mind allowed you to move from your pinned down position, his lips pressed a warm kiss against your jugular. His fingers, slender and soft and warm gently caressing your legs over your robes.

“Oh I know a lot about you..” he whispered, a warm trail of kisses going up from your neck to behind your ear, “I can hear the symphony of your cries and moans from the window, how angelic you sound.. calling for me.” He cooed, breath warm against your ear before nippling against your lobe.

This was sinful, going against everything you believed, everything you were taught! However, the sin of lust taken you as you finally submitted to him. You feel his warm slender hands trail from your thighs all the way to your exposed ankle, lifting your leg between his hips as he slot between you. His hands sliding underneath your holy robes as his lips finally connected with yours. Your hands finally moving, not to push him away, but to tangle with his silky golden and lapis colored hair as you reciprocated.

“So sinful, how would your people think if they knew their holy priest was fornicating to a demon?” He chuckled against your ear, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt his hands caressing your soaked entrance, slowly slipping inside of you. Warm, wet, and gentle as he fingered you, right against the bench of the very church you pray at.

Hands gripped the old dark wood as sinful moans leave your very lips, eyes fluttered closed as your brows knit together at the wonderful sensation. Being a member of the church meant forbidding yourself from any sexual acts, but this was far from what you expected.

“Look at you, already so close, drenching my fingers before I even did anything to you.” He chuckled as his thumb pressed firmly against your aching clit, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as your head threw back, a thumb echoed from the air as it hit the wood. A coil against your abdomen increased, growing tighter and tighter before finally smapping. You felt your very first orgasm wash over you in violent waves as your back arched and a loud moan left your lips, echoing through the church.

You felt tired and wasted as you felt his fingers slowly relax in your soaked entrance, your eyes shut tight as you came down from your high. As you blinked back into your senses, he was gone just as quickly as he appeared. You looked down to see it wasn’t his hand, but your own, soaked and covered with your own essence.

Jabber held onto your waist as he thrusts up into you, the cold sting of mankira giving you a sliver of pleasure. His magenta eyes locks onto you, how utterly beautiful and breathtaking you looked as drool trickled down your lips and throat, all the way the the crevice of your breasts. Absolutely perfect and wonderful to ruin.

A sharp gasp left your lips as he activated mankira, sharp metal piercing your waist as poison poured into your system. Even better, blood trickled down your waist towards where you both connected, mixing with the sloppy mess of both of your juices. The sound of your moans, his grunts, and the disgustingly heavenly sounds of skin slapping wet skin filled his room.

Your hands reached down, clawing at his chest, leaving raised lines that bubbled with blood. He grunted as his eyes rolled back, thrusting faster as he chased his release, making sure you found yours. “Fuck, baby! That’s the stuff.. shit. I’m gonna cum so good..!” He grinned as his eyes rolled back of his head, drool trickling down his wide grin as he slammed up into you.

A scream left your already sore throat as you came, nails puncturing his chest as your orgasm hit. Your velvety walls clenched hard around him, milking him dry as he finished deep inside of your womb. The smell of sweat, blood, and cum filled his room, along with deep and heavy breaths.

With the minimal amount of energy available in your very system, you slowly slid off of his softening cock, his jinki slowly retracting from your skin. Looking down at him, he was already knocked out. Eyes far back of his head, mouth agape with that goofy smile, his locs sprawled around his pillow like a halo, drool trickling down his lips. He was gone.