Let's break into church and lay your sacrifice across the alter in the name of lust. I want to disembowel you and swallow your entrails. Slit your throat and steal your last breath, sucking the gaping wound of your soul. Wondering all the while what you are thinking. Fear? Euphoria?
Challenge me. Break me. Dare me. Spread me forcefully and impale me deeply onto you. Make me scream your name. Take me. Fuck me. Bend me to your will. Make me spite you.
Ball your fist in my hair and force me down to my knees watching my eyes burn as your cock slides down to the back of my throat. Gag me. Choke me... sinking my teeth in tasting the blood and cum mix in rivulets over my lips. Smiling sweetly at you.
Tie me to the cross, bind my wrists and set the serpent loose. Squirm, writhe, grind, cry out in rapture as the blindfold is lifted and the serpent is you. Holding the nozzle against my ass, cleansed, purified, pressure building wanting to explode as you brush my clit lightly whispering in my ear.... not yet. Wait for me.
Untie my wrists so I may dig my nails into your back. Untie my ankles so I may wrap my legs around your waist. You become the cross. Skin and sinuous muscles gleaming with sweat. Intoxicating. Crucify me. Nail me. Worship me.
Fall to your own knees with me tightly clinging to you. Back arched thrusting upward entering, splitting me in two. Wounds to your back as though you've been whipped. Scratches deep punctures feeling the welts rise beneath my fingertips. Oblivious to anything but our union and our final release.
And the eyes. Eyes of those ghosts in the stained glass windows. Anniversary of a year bearing witness to all we are. All we will become. Rise to. Love you my Golden God.
Challenge me. Break me. Dare me. Spread me forcefully and impale me deeply onto you. Make me scream your name. Take me. Fuck me. Bend me to your will. Make me spite you.
Ball your fist in my hair and force me down to my knees watching my eyes burn as your cock slides down to the back of my throat. Gag me. Choke me... sinking my teeth in tasting the blood and cum mix in rivulets over my lips. Smiling sweetly at you.
Tie me to the cross, bind my wrists and set the serpent loose. Squirm, writhe, grind, cry out in rapture as the blindfold is lifted and the serpent is you. Holding the nozzle against my ass, cleansed, purified, pressure building wanting to explode as you brush my clit lightly whispering in my ear.... not yet. Wait for me.
Untie my wrists so I may dig my nails into your back. Untie my ankles so I may wrap my legs around your waist. You become the cross. Skin and sinuous muscles gleaming with sweat. Intoxicating. Crucify me. Nail me. Worship me.
Fall to your own knees with me tightly clinging to you. Back arched thrusting upward entering, splitting me in two. Wounds to your back as though you've been whipped. Scratches deep punctures feeling the welts rise beneath my fingertips. Oblivious to anything but our union and our final release.
And the eyes. Eyes of those ghosts in the stained glass windows. Anniversary of a year bearing witness to all we are. All we will become. Rise to. Love you my Golden God.
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