Gag Me

Running some errands with a knotted dildo in my cunt. Just big enough to be locked in place, making me walk a little funny, just enough to remind me I’m stuffed full and dripping

i gotta stop going to church man, i keep moaning when the priest puts the eucharist in my mouth

Can you imagine it darling? Being shared between a corrupted priest and a fallen angel? Wings of smoldering feathers blocking your view of the outside world. Two sets of hands, greedy, reverent, ravenous, tracing every inch of your skin. Whispers in enochian, twisted insults that strike your very soul echoing up from inside the chest of one that fell from grace. The highest of praise, the sweetest compliments, soothing them from the mouth of a man that should worship God, but has chosen to worship you instead.

i want to make you blackout from cumming so hard and sudden, hard enough to make you hear the gates of heaven singing my praise, holy words ringing in your ears as you lose your vision. do you realize it now, lost little lamb? i’m the only one that can send you to your salvation.

having… thoughts. about confessional booths. about catching a finicky young priest unaware. about him not realising until it’s too late there’s actually two men on the other side of the panel, one sitting and whispering to him, and the other kneeling between their legs, lapping at their cunt. confessing to the suddenly shy priest the sin they’re currently committing, asking his consent to be lured into temptation. asking that if he submits, they’ll beg for forgiveness so he may purify them all in his saintly cum.