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Chapter Summary: Annie grows curious about the humans, but her grandmother warns her about them. Stack warns Smoke about going back, but they can't stay away from each other.
Disclaimers: Violence
A/N: AGH this took so long!! Thank you for your patience, and I really hope you like this chapter!
Chapter 2
—🗡️—
Annie returned to her grandmother's house that night.
“Annabelle, where have you been!” Her grandmother, Odetta, snapped, but when she saw the other fairy flinch. She let out a sigh. “I'm sorry… I was just worried sick, you don't usually leave for so long.”
“I'm okay, just have been out longer than I anticipated…” Annie said.
“Where were you?” She asked.
Annie always aimed to be honest with her Grandmother.
“...Well, I went towards the village.”
Silence filled the hut.
“You went to the village?” Odetta asked.
“Not past the gate!” Annie exclaimed.
“You think that changes a thing? Did anyone see you? You must be careful!” Odetta guided Annie away from the door and checked out the small window.
Annie watched with a worried expression, but she knew Smoke hadn't followed her. Why would he? She knew to trust him. “But Grandma—”
“No, I haven't told you.” She turned to Annie and walked over to her. “About the village, and their mean ways. How they might kill the things that we sometimes do, but to an excessive level. How they prey even on us. Harmless fairies. View us all as monsters.” She put her hands on Annie's face. “You better not make yourself known, they could hurt you. Kill you, and I… I can't lose you.”
Annie had heard a similar speech and had an idea how serious her grandmother was being. She had been raised isolated away, and she knew it wasn't for no reason.
Odetta took a moment to examine Annie, to scan her for any secret injuries. Any emotional pain. “You understand, child? I have been protecting you.”
Annie deflated in her hold, but nodded. “Yes, I understand, Grandma.”
She knew in her heart she couldn't avoid Smoke. Not at this point, but she’d try to keep her distance. If she could.
She saw her grandmother start to pack a small bag with the jewelry she had from the ogre, some herbs, and food. She then looked at Annie and put the bag aside.
“Where are you going?” Annie asked.
“I have to travel, Annie. I am needed somewhere else, but I will come back. I want you to hold down the hut here. You are old enough for me to help those abroad while you stay here.” She said.
“Yes ma’am…” Annie nodded.
“Don't ma’am me when I gotta go soon, baby…” She then pulled Annie into a big hug. “I love you.”
Annie melted into her grandmother's arms and nodded. Then rubbed her back soothingly. “I love you too, Grandma… I'll be okay.” She assured her.
Odetta nodded, and she moved from the hug and kissed Annie on the forehead. “I won't be gone for long, and I'll leave in the morning. Then return after a short while." She promised.
Annie nodded, “Of course… I’ll be waiting here, Grandma.”
—🗡️—
A week passed, and it was growing colder in the village, and Darius assigned Smoke and Stack only to watch the village's gates. Not moving into the forest, and coming back right before dawn.
Smoke was on strict instructions not to let anything happen to Stack. He knew he would be in deep trouble if he failed to keep him safe. On the contrary, Stack was ready for whatever else came his way. But he wasn't without his own concerns.
“Smoke, we need to be more careful,” Stack said as he gripped the handle of his dagger. “What happened was my fault. And I need to be vigilant.”
His voice was soft, but full of conviction. Smoke couldn't help but believe him. He knew now they both had to prove themselves and make sure their parents didn't feel they had weak sons. They could do it, and they didn't want to leave each other behind. They were two halves of a whole, and did everything together.
It's been a week since he spoke to Annie and held her under the trees. That was the most he ever felt in his life. Other than being discouraged and trapped, she opened a door to other possibilities. He wanted to see her again, and he hoped she was thinking about him too.
He was lost in his mind and didn’t notice that Stack was still talking.
“Smoke, are you okay?” Stack asked, and he put a hand on Smoke's shoulder.
Smoke nodded and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I'm okay,” he grumbled, but then he looked towards the forest. That had both of them looking in the same direction.
“Smoke,” Stack stared, but then walked to the front of his brother. “I know this is going to sound very odd of me to say, because I don't warn you not to do anything. It's mainly the other way around. However…” He looked behind him and heard the wind rustle the leaves and branches. Making them hit against the trees. As if talking back to him, and emphasizing his upcoming words.
“We can't go back there. It's a miracle how either of us even survived. The church said it was God that kept us here, and I believe it.”
He then guided his brother to look away from the tempting darkness that he was convinced drew him in. “We only focus on shit coming out of the forest, what we were taught to kill. I know that now.” He took a deep breath and gripped his healed side. “I should’ve died out there.” He muttered.
Smoke looked with a soft grimace on his face, and he wished he could tell the truth. Yet he didn't know when or even how to. He definitely shouldn't let him wallow by himself like this.
“Stack, we won't go into the forest. Not during nights at the very least, but we are sons of fighters, hunters. We don't back down, you hear me?” He then moved Stack’s hand from his side and moved it to his sword's handle. “You are strong too, don't forget that.” He said. Hoping his words would help his brother. Like Annie’s words did for him.
His brother paused and gripped the handle tighter. “Thank you, brother,” he muttered. His shoulders didn't ease, but the words did echo in his mind.
A snarl was heard in the distance, and both of them turned to the noise. Revealed to them was a small group of goblins that held spears and hatchets. Stack scoffed and looked at Smoke with a ready expression.
“Here's our test, Smoke!” He exclaimed before throwing his sword up. “Let’s take them down!”
Smoke nodded and made sure to charge first. He went to the nearest goblin and knocked the axe out of his hand using his sword. It didn't even have time to swing as he sliced its head off.
Stack went to another and kicked it to the ground before stabbing it through the chest. He retrieved his sword quickly and turned to a goblin approaching him from behind and stabbed that one as well. He gained a fighting style that was quick and would attack the monster head-on. While Smoke kept his guard and body upright, he planned each swing with finesse when the time was right.
Each movement from them was effective, because each goblin. Which ended up only being 5, went down one by one. Their blood stained the grass, and Smoke stabbed the last one through the chest. He even picked up one of the sharpest-looking hatchets.
“We could use this for wood.” He said
Stack chuckled, “You are so resourceful, brother.” He then patted him on the back despite the blood that stained his hands. Smoke grimaced at the touch. “That wasn't so bad, I still got it, huh?”
Smoke couldn't help but perk up at Stack, congratulating himself. “Yes, you still got it.”
—🗡️—
When they went back home, they saw their father look them over and nod. “See that no one is hurt.” He grumbled.
“Yes, Father, we are okay. A successful mission.” Smoke said and put his weapons to the side to clean later. Then removed his armor.
Stack was about to share the mission in detail with his father, but then their uncle appeared from the kitchen. He immediately closed his mouth and greeted him.
“Good evening, sir.” He greeted and even gave a respectful head bow.
The Priest, Jedidiah Moore, Darius’ eldest brother. He had become the head of the church through showing unwavering faith and handed the role years ago before the last Priest had passed.
He held a strict regime; everyone would follow the word of the Lord. Go among their lives as such. He had seen Stack lying on the bed, and in pain. Despite the sudden miracle he experienced. It was the talk of the town on how Stack survived such a barbaric attack.
He knew he had to guide him in the right direction.
“Good evening,” Priest Jedidiah said to Stack and then looked at Smoke. “You ain't gonna say hello?” He said with a stern expression.
Smoke tensed his jaw and gave a small nod. “Hello.” He said, and he heard his father smack his teeth.
Yet he knew he didn't say anything because he saw his own eldest about to speak. The look of an upcoming speech was shining in his eyes.
“You both may be my nephews, but I worry about you as my own,” The Priest began, and he went over to Stack. Feeling his head and nodding. “Good to see you standing and still doing the Lord's work. Fighting the beasts that Satan had brought onto this earth to haunt our forests. Protecting the children of God will forever be what is called upon you. He tried to strike you down, but now realized he missed with a Moore. God placed his hand on you and reminded everyone that our lives are in his hands.”
Stack nodded and closed his eyes as he let his uncle speak over him. His own belief rushed through him as he listened to his words. “A miracle… he made an example of me.”
A miracle it was, and Smoke didn't disagree. Did he believe in God? Enough to know maybe someone is fucking around with them. He found comfort in the protective side of it, though, because why else would Annie appear? Had to be God sending her, too.Yet if he said to his family that a Fairy healed them. Their ignorance would make her demonic, and a thing that was sent to trick them into a grand evil scheme.
The more time went on. The more conflicting this was becoming. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about her and the way they relaxed into each other's arms purely in conversation. She has become an anchor to his existence, and he was beginning to think she awakened a sign of obsession in him. Maybe it was unhealthy, but he couldn't seem to care if she was able to save his brother and himself.
“Let's hope another creature doesn't bring you to where you were ever again. You were blessed with the ability to kill what needs to die. You both kill what is unnatural on God’s green earth. That is meant for the animals, humans, bugs… but not those monsters. They all hold such darkness that can't be contained. Like the serpent waiting to tempt you in the garden of Eve.” Jedidiah spoke and finally let go of Stack's forehead. “I need you both to remember they ain't God’s children. They are Satan’s puppets, and I need regular attendance to service. Let everyone know you haven't forgotten about the church. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Stack nodded and immediately softly bowed again.
“Too many monsters have been trying to pop up. But we can make it more often.” Darius said.
Elijah was stuck on his he acted like the creature of the forest couldn't condemn. As if they couldn't feel. He knew Annie could, and that made him rethink a lot of what they knew. There had to be more like her. They could think and emphasize. That could heal and bring you a whole new life. A whole new feeling.
He missed her, and he never missed people. He didn't have many people to miss, and his parents always came back. They were in and out. He did not need to miss his brother; he was always beside him.
Regardless of the new plans they were making for him, he knew he'd still be able to go to the forest. He needed to go see Annie; it's been too long now. The many times the sun rose and fell, he thought of how she saw the same one. Maybe thinking of him, because he was thinking of her.
Yes, he was going to go see her tonight. That was decided before he even woke up that day.
“Yes, sir.” He quickly said, to make the Priest feel at ease and walk out of the house.
Yet he lingered; he always did when he visited.
“...Where is Elise?” Jedidiah asked.
“Hanging out with some friends of hers, most likely talking their ears off about wife shit.” Darius shrugged.
“Hm,” He appeared not pleased with the last word, but let it slide. “I guess she needed a break. A lot happened. Speaking of wives, I should get back to mine.” He said.
After that was said, he walked out the door.
—🗡️—
That night, Smoke went back to protect the gates. His mother and father have been watching Stack like hawks. Finally, giving him the true attention they needed from the start. Letting him rest more often.
He pushed that aside and knew his true plans were easy to take alone. He needed to see Annie, check on her after all of this time. He also needed answers.
After walking through the forest for quite some time, he was surprised not to hear any creatures screeching. Nothing disorderly. He wondered why he was taught that the forest remained unruly. However, there seemed to be a sense of peace tonight.
He heard a faint melody and decided to follow it. It was drawing him in, and it sounded familiar. The closer he got, the more he hoped he wasn't being led to danger. Somehow, he knew he wasn’t.
His footsteps were soft on the grass because he didn't want to alarm the peace. The more he walked, the more he saw flowers along the sides of the trees. In all sorts of colors, but mainly pink and white.
He saw a now obvious path, tan and marked to lead his way. He got on it and followed it. It was clear who was singing.
Annie was seated in the front yard of her grandmother's cottage. She was planting some herbs and flying around. A gnome was with her, helping pat the dirt around each plant as she floated to a new area.
She wasn't singing any specific words, but the tune was serene. A repeated melody that strung at the heart. He wondered where it came from, but before he could even make his presence known, it stopped. Her back was turned to him, and her wings still fluttered. Yet she knew someone was there. She quickly turned around and gasped in great surprise.
“S-Smoke?” She stuttered and held a plant to her chest.
The gnome didn't make a noise but scurried away behind some bushes.
“Annie.” He greeted and couldn't keep his eyes off her flowing pink dress. It was long and went to her ankles. For once, he cared about what could be under that and how her legs were crafted.
He never thought of a girl like that before.
“Why are you all the way out here?” She landed on the ground and walked closer to him. Her voice was filled with that usual sweet concern.
That made Smoke realize he didn't have a real excuse. He faltered softly, but then adjusted his vest and cleared his throat.
“...I heard a melody, and I followed it. Realized you were at the end of it.”
Annie never had her voice lead someone to her purely by sound. She was used to animals or creatures rolling by. She wasn't sure how to take it, but seeing him after all of this time was a nice surprise. Her cheeks began to feel warm, and she had a soft, uncontrollable smirk appear on her face. She was trying to hold back a smile, but failed terribly as she stared into his eyes. “Oh… wow…” Annie then giggled.
He watched her waringly, and then looked a bit offended.
“Are you laughing at me?” He asked.
“I’m sorry but I didn't know you'd hear it.” Annie grinned, and gripped his hand. “I am shocked. Was I somehow only calling for you? Isn't that sweet.” She hummed, but truly didn't try to catch his attention. She couldn't ignore how it happened out of chance either. “Do you wanna come inside?” She asked.
He watched her cute eyes flutter and he couldn't help but let her drag him inside. He let the slight offense leave quickly as he followed, and he learned quickly not to be too on guard while around her. She only meant well, and he knew that. Tonight he processed her slightly long but pointy ears. Maybe he already did, but his mind was drawn to them tonight.
As he entered the cottage, his attention was sent to all the decor made of nature. The wooden tables, clothed with white knitted yarn. He saw small pots of plants everywhere as well, and were near windows or along the wooden shelves.
It felt magical on its own, and fit along with what he knew Annie for. Which was comfort, and the ability to heal. He watched as she decided to pot the plant in hand on the floor. He watched it softly unwilt.
His mind floated back to when Annie healed Stack. They didn’t go inside but he realized they were nearby outside. The energy at the time was fueled by the nature around them.
—🗡️—
The night of the incident
Smoke had been following her for a short period of time, and was still recovering from the initial attack. There was fear instilled in his body over the critical condition he saw Stack in, and had to put all of his trust in Annie. A fairy he met tonight, but a part of him knew he had no choice.
She had saved them after all.
She would check up on him even as Stack's body floated along near her. She had emphasized during the walk that he was in a coma, but she had a shield around him. So floating wasn't going to disturb him. He knew nothing of the magic, and the bottom line was that he needed further assistance wherever they were headed.
“We are almost there.” Annie said, and took a left turn.
As he followed they were led into an open space. A smooth piece of rock that was big enough to hold a body was in the middle. The place was naturally protected by trees, and other plants. Annie let Stack's body descend into the platform, and she rushed to his side.
Smoke walked up beside Annie, and watched her continue to heal him, and then she turned to Smoke when she moved her hand away. The glow from her hands diminishing. She felt a little weak, but didn't want to worry him further.
She was done, and the rest was up to natural rest. That's all that mattered.
“He will be safe here…” She said, and then motioned for him to sit at a tree stump nearby. “Relax yourself… maybe you should lay down.” She fluttered her wings and floated to gather some leaves to adjust on the ground. Ignoring how he shook his head. She made sure it was adjusted right near Stack. “Don't even worry, I got you.” She nodded.
She then moved out of his way and guided him to relax on the ground she prepared. At this point of the night he didn't even have the energy to be stubborn. Because he felt a feeling he hasn't in a long time.
Security.
—🗡️—
Present
“Wow…” He muttered, and Annie looked at him and grinned. His eyes drifted to everything along her floors up to the ceiling. It was simple but loud with purpose.
“Wow indeed huh…” She had to hold back the urge to shout out her grandmother's style. So she just fluttered her wings and floated to the kitchen. “Want some tea?” She grinned back.
He nodded, and she went to the kitchen. He watched her and the way she floated away and then turned to sit at a chair. He carefully sat in one, and it reminded him that even if she was a fairy she wasn't tiny as described. It held his weight with ease.
As she went to fix his tea. She had to take a deep breath and her wings fluttered down behind her. She felt bad for already breaking her Grandmother's promise. Yet he knew where she lived, and she had helped him. Helping others was what she was taught to do as well.
He knew more than most and hadn't laid a harmful hand on her. She wasn't going to push him away now. Not only because she couldn't bring herself to. There was no need to.
—🗡️—
When she finished making the tea, she peeked out in the living room and saw Smoke on the singular chair. He seemed at home, and that warmed her heart. She then grabbed their cups and handed him his mug. They were made of ceramic so they could hold the hot liquid.
“Here…” she grinned.
“Thank you…” He sighed, and blew the top softly.
She sat beside him and found herself eyeing him. She tried not to stare at his strong hands, and how precisely he held the cup. A young man who cared about his twin more than anything. A part of her wondered if she could ever reach that level, and if they were friends?
“So does…” She felt her heart flutter as he lifted his head to listen. “...You finding my home means we are friends?” She couldn't help but ask.
He eyed her carefully, and saw how her eyes shifted to not stare back but anticipate his response. “I saw us as friends the moment you saved me and my brother. We are friends Annie, and you don't need to work hard for that.” He leaned forward and kept his eyes on her. They were intense, and she felt everything he was saying run through her blood.
Annie's eyes widened and she got a whiff of his natural scent, the slight musk but tamed by his attention to hygiene. She carefully sat up to seem unaffected by what she was feeling. So she just smiled.
“I'm glad we are friends…” She then sighed in relief. She reflected on how she hasn't had friends. For him to come around as her first really opened up a part of her.
“Me too.” He replied, and motioned at his tea cup “This stuff is really good.” He said and felt safe enough to give her a small smile. He watched as her eyes shined. His heart hammered, and he cleared his throat.
Annie tilted her head, “I'm glad you like it.” She finally took a sip herself, and savored the taste.
They both enjoyed the peaceful silence, and he put the cup down when he was done with the tea. He gained the courage to speak again.
“...I can't stay here long, and I hope I'm not over welcoming myself—”
Annie's wings shot up and fluttered softly behind her. “No way you are over welcoming yourself! You are fine!” She said quickly, because she didn't want him to think that way. Not ever.
Even if her grandmother's words rung through her head.
Smoke was reflecting on his own family's words.
They knew they had to be careful, and it was hard to admit when they were becoming magnetic.
“Annie…” He got up and sat on the couch beside her. He then gripped her hand, and looked into her eyes. “Remember what I say now, I will visit you when I can. But don't come visit me, never go near that gate again. Understand me?” He whispered.
Annie frowned but nodded. She remembered his initial panicked vividly, and gripped his hand back in return. “Yes I understand.” She muttered. “...How often do you think you can visit, I love our tea time.” She asked.
Even if her grandmother promised to be back in a week, maybe she could see this human was genuine. Smoke really cared about her and wasn't muderous as she described the whole village to be.
“I don't want to make promises and not keep them, Annie.” He then sat up. “But I'll aim for all of my solo watches. Which is every other day.” He said.
Annie nodded, and rubbed his hand. Her then she let her hands run along his arm. She was gonna miss him, and even if she was getting handsy. She didn't really notice how much it was affecting him.
“Alright then.” She nodded.
His mind was short circuiting at the feeling of her hand on his arm. He wasn't used to such contact, and didn't want to make her uncomfortable because he enjoyed it.
“I must get going,” He said, and slipped from her touch. Then he put the cup down gently. “You gon’ be okay?” He asked her and looked around the home.
Annie stood up as well and nodded. “Yes I am…” She chuckled, but her body warmed up at his protectiveness.
He relaxed only slightly as he remembered her abilities and he put a hand on her shoulder. “I wish we had a better means of communication if anything did happen.” He mumbled, but Annie only smiled.
“We will be okay. I'll follow your rules. I should be telling you to be safe as well. You humans are fragile.” Annie said.
That made Smoke snort. “You aren't wrong,” He took a moment to take her in before he even moved away. “See you later Annie.” He said and gripped her shoulder again. He then turned to leave.
He couldn't bear it but he had to go. She followed him to the door, and watched as he walked back into the spontaneous forest. He knew it but didn't make a scene about her following him up until she couldn't. The soft flutters of her wings returned to her place.
They would see each other again. They would make sure of it.
—🗡️—
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His breath caught in his throat. Or as much breath as the undead could have. There she stood before him...Annie...but that was impossible because Annie was gone. Long gone like his...He couldn't bring himself to say it.
With a hand on her hip and a snap of her finger he was entranced. The royal blue of her dress flowed against her rich skin. Her red lips and bright smile made his feet feel like cement. He wanted to bask in her presence. She reminded himself of what he was missing...home...The Delta.
He hadn't returned in years since that night. He had followed his little cousin Sammie to Chicago. He had made his brother a promise. A promise he would keep until the end. Watch after Sammie. Let him live his life.
He was always there. In the shadows watching over him. That's what led him here to her. Sammie was set to play later tonight and he wanted to see him perform.
She belted. "Come on over baaaabay. Cooooome on over..." Stack's attention was brought back to the present. To her. She swayed back and forth on stage with a woman singing. Together they looked like swirls of caramel and chocolate. A flurry of red and blue with shining eyes and beautiful smiles.
He had to speak to her. He made his way to the stage as she exited along the stairs with the woman from earlier. There appeared to a tense exchange between the two. Stack could sense the familiarity between the two but also the disconnect. The other woman walked past himself without so much as a glance. He moved into the path of Annie...
"Shit," he thought. He knew her name wasn't Annie but fuck if she didn't remind him of her. She looked at him with big doe eyes and an arched brow.
"Can I help you?" She firmly stated and tensed her body as if preparing to defend herself. She was obviously was still tense from her previous conversation.
His mind went completely blank. He stuttered. Stack never stammered. He always had a slick word. But he was speechless.
"Uh...hmm...I mean my name is Stack."
"Okay...Stack can I help you or...?" Her impatience with him taking up her time emphasized as the or rolled off her tongue. She had an important thing to prepare for. She was finally going to the department store to apply.
"I just wanted to introduce myself." He ran a hand down his face and shuffled from side to side. He collected his thoughts and gave a bright smile. The twinkle of his gold tooth bounced against the city lights.
"You sang mighty fine up there."
"Mighty fine? You must not be from here." Ruby quickly picked up on the southern drawl of his voice. It was slow and sweet like molasses. "Hmmm," she thought, "these country men keep coming up to Chicago hoping and praying for a better life. Chicago the same as Mississippi. Just with tall buildings."
"Well thank you," she said. "I must get going. I have something important to do." Stack moved his feet as Ruby attempted to move around him. Slightly disconcerted, Ruby lifted her eyes to meet him.
"I was just wondering if I could call on you some time?"
"Call on me? Yeah you are definitely not from here. Listen I don't have much time and I have places to be. Now could you kindly move."
Stack felt the slight sting of rejection but refused to allow that to deter him.
He said, "Yes call on you. You look like a proper lady. I would never want to disrespect you or your time. I just want a few moments with ya."
Ruby knew he wouldn't let up until she agreed so she huffed, "Fine."
Stack grinned even brighter placing a tooth pick in his mouth.
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sinner!annie who feels that her connection to The Most High has been tainted due to her lifestyle. recently, she has been falling into temptation, allowing Satan to wrap his hands around her throat and drag her through a life of unrighteousness.
sinner!annie who loves to pretend she's pious by running to the church house on sunday's and for bible study on wednesday's, but any other day of the week, she's fucking husbands and deacons and important men in the community, feeding off of the power it gives her to bring a man to his knees and ruin his good name.
sinner!annie who's had her eyes set on her pastor for as long as she could remember. he was tall, sexy, and thick with a disapproving gaze that sent shivers throughout her body, and all she wanted was to have him crumble beneath her.
pastor!elijah who is the shepard to a congregation of 100 souls.
pastor!elijah who knows the face, name, and backstory of every one of his sheep. he takes his position seriously to ensure they all are as close to Godliness as they can achieve.
pastor!elijah who knows annie by face, name, and backstory; who watches her enter the church every sunday, eyes straight forward as she meanders down the center aisle and sits with her legs crossed on the front pew before laying a lap scarf over her knees. he notices the sway of her hips, the jaunt of her ass, and how she begins to wear dresses shorter and shorter as the sunday's pass by.
sinner!annie who set her plan into motion the moment she sees his eyes drag over her body. she spends the entire service fanning herself and envisioning him taking her over his desk in the fellowship hall, and when she's not fantasizing, she's putting on a good show of the most pious woman to ever exist.
sinner!annie who, the saturday before church, spends her evening laid up in bed with a man stroking her from behind. he's tall and sexy and thick—but he’s nothing like pastor elijah. she’s thought of him the entire time, those disapproving eyes, that grin when the congregation obeys his order to repeat a verse. she wants to obey him just as much as she wants to subdue him, and the urge to give in to her desires makes her feel sick.
pastor!elijah who sits in his office after service, hands folded and elbows pressing harshly into the wood. he's been unclean, harboring thoughts no man of God should, thoughts of one member of his flock, thoughts that should bring him to his knees before God. but all he wanted was her.
pastor!elijah who jumps in shock when the door to his office creaks open. everyone is gone—or at least they were supposed to be—but when he sees annie's eyes look upon him, his throat bobs in anticipation. one of his sheep needs help.
sinner!annie who sits before him with a bowed head and whispers, "i have not been acting as a Godly woman should, pastor." her tone is alluring, hot and sultry as her arms clasp in front of her in mock-shame. but she's getting exactly what she wants: pastor elijah's attention.
sinner!annie who cries.
sinner!annie who begs for forgiveness.
sinner!annie who kneels before him, asking for mercy.
pastor!elijah who faces her, standing over her trembling form with his head tilted in amusement. he can read right through her. he knows she's not seeking real forgiveness, and he doesn't plan on giving it to her anytime soon.
pastor!elijah who reaches for her chin, pulling her up to face him and mutters back, "how have you sinned, sister annie? show me."
sinner!annie who shudders at the chance to obey his word; who moves with a quickness, standing before him. her breath becomes heavy, and her agile fingers move down the length of his body. "please forgive me, pastor 'lijah," she groans, upzipping his slacks and pushing them down his legs.
pastor!elijah who nearly growls when her hand wraps around his dick, but he stuffs the sound down and hides his need behind a scowl. "the bible says, 'if we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.' confess your sins, annie."
sinner!annie who moans out, "yes, pastor," before she's back on her knees and swallowing him down the back of her throat. she chokes around him, rutting against nothing but the imagination of him between her legs. this feels holier than anything she's done before, closer to God than she ever thought she'd be able to achieve. she hums around him when he trembles, tears springing from her eyes.
pastor!elijah who allows himself to be conquered; who accepts the opportunity of being wrecked by her. he feels the talons of Satan wrapping tight around his throat, but the closer she brings him to his climax—the more she confesses every sin and wrongdoing—the easier he allows himself to be brought under with her.
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