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zombocomme · 20 hours ago

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Between The Lines, Episode 6: Ritual for Babylon

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🛑NSFW: 🔞MDNI🔞: *mentions: Blood/Vampirism, BDSM themes (Master-Familar Dynamic), rough gae sex, restraint, aftercare

"...swear by thy gracious self...God of my idolatry..."

-William Shakespear

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Copia was breathing heavily, straining to push and reach into Jim, who was panting, trying to keep quiet. Jim felt the leather of his lover’s gloves and tried to hide his noises, but god it was just so satisfying, feeling The Cardinal lose his composure over him, groaning in their shared pleasure. The desperate behavior, an intense turn on, as he was being pushed into the corner near the statue of St. Jude, he had ripped off Jim’s robes and flung them onto a nearby pew, leaving him fully exposed, naked, a blank canvas on which to paint his pleasures, an epiphany to carnality, a monument of divine unholy praise. "Satanas," Copia murmured, his hands sliding over that beautiful body. Jim gasped, the scent of their arousal filing his belly with fire...

The two were rushing, aching, trying to hurry before they were discovered, trying to savor the delicate dance that was fast turning into an impassioned display of raw fucking. Copia had Jim’s wrists held up as he thrust his fingers into them, grunting deeply as the ring of their opening squeezed him. He slid the leather clad hand to the hilt, the inside curve of his outstretched thumb slamming into their pleasure as he inserted a third finger, then a fourth. Panting, Jim’s eyes rolled back.

Copia had since discarded his cassock, and beneath his black, rat bitten, pants had been loosened enough to allow his cock to fling through, eager and hungry, drooling slick at being denied. His flowing red poet shirt billowed slightly in the moonlight streaming through the sheer curtains of this forgotten corner of the ministry chapel, like a spectre against the marble, with Jim as his captured prey, clutching at his devotion, the ritual under The Hunter's Moon, sealed by unholy vows and satisfaction of the flesh...

Copia’s cock wanted to enter so badly, each thrust of his hand causing it to jump and tremble in envy and anticipation. It felt like a slingshot was pulling back and forth inside his groin, and each time it pulled back, the urge to shoot forward into his lover as they eagerly accepted him inside, moaning gorgeously into his ears, was making him growl and tremble. "Hold it in." He commanded in between his thrusts, “Don’t Let go, not yet” he urged. He knew Jim could do it, he knew he could get them to the pinnacle of their pleasure and hold them there long enough for the fall to be exquisite.

Jim’s insides were spinning out of control, the pending orgasm being held by a thread as Copia’s thrusts pushed at their seams. Jim’s cries were breathy, the sound escaping from His salivating mouth before he could even think about it, a writhing mess in the subspace. Copia muffled the noises by absorbing their desperate whimpering with kisses hot mouthed and invading. His tongue slipping between, tangling with Jim’s, lolling it inside.

Jim’s nipples tingled at the sensation, heat flushing the extremities and bundles of nerves around the mouth, the cheeks, flooding his throbbing member with pleasure. Everything Copia was doing was fast pushing him to the edge, and it was everything in him to not keep from cumming all over the front of The Cardinal's pants.

Copia was holding himself back, he wanted to bring Jim over the edge himself. He wanted his lover to tremble and cry, just so he could plow through them, tear them apart, leaving them to writhe as he forced them to ride out their pleasure until it might as well kill them, raining hellfire down to the last drop of will and breath, the last stand broken, utterly his to take once and for all. He didn't give a damn at this point who could catch them. The thrill of being caught made him push in harder.

He imagined the crown of his member shoving into them from the inside, the soft flesh pillowing his cock in a warm and wet embrace, and he groaned in his need, his exposed heat weeping pre-cum. God he want to pull his fingers out and fuck them right there, though he knew his restraint would be rewarding. Jim was in a losing battle to hold Himself together for his unholy love. He wanted them to feel glory in the pain he was going to mark with.

Jim rocked into him, his pleasure aching, congesting, and he was running out of breath from the increased panting, mouth beginning to dry as his throat got hoarse. So vulnerable, so exposed, so needing, his hands locked above his head against the wall, losing feeling under Copias vice grip. Back arching back, mouth open as his beautiful neck flexed with frustrated writhing. The pressure was overwhelming. If The Cardinal managed, only once, just right, one perfect combination of touch sound, taste, anything, he knew they would immediately come!

His lover was slamming gloriously into the spot deep inside that sent warmth pluming within, like red dye in roiling water, spreading, clouded with lust and desire for more, ever more.

Copia could feel Jim's body twisting, trying so damn hard not to come, but Jim was about to regardless. It was out of his control, but fuck did that make the beast in The Cardinal go red eyed, feral, wanting to seize and claim, licking his lips with the need to consume.

Copia wanted an end to the insufferable pressure behind his pelvis and the hunger in his soul, the screaming cacophony in his very veins.

He pulled his lover in, flipping them to face the wall, bringing one of their wrists behind their back to lock them into place. Their other hand was trying to dig its fingers into the stone to find any purchase to anchor into, fingertips turning white as they palmed the wall, both pushing and clawing.

Jim felt the side of his face being pressed into the cold stone, condensation building where he breathed. Copia was slamming himself into Jim’s body, fingers twisting inside, rutting his hard exposed cock against Jim’s bare skin so divine. Jim wanted Copia inside him when he came, he wanted to feel Copia, he wanted him to feel their orgasm as it exploded through them, walls fluttering, and they both were so dangerously close, the whirling of their singularity already proceeding into the chain reaction of an earth shattering climax. "God, fuck me!" Jim gasped, imploring for an end to their shared anguish.

Copia dug his fingers into the wrist behind Jim’s back, wrenching the arm enough to shock him in an exquisitely painful jerk. Groaning, it stopped Jim short of the fall enough to snap into his focus as he commanded, “Not yet, Angel,” The Cardinal growled and pulled out his fingers, the slick on the leather making a soft sucking sound. Imminent was the way down, long, deep, and deliciously dark in the pit of the abyss.

"You want me to fuck you Jimmy? You want to fuck a priest? Or do you want to fuck God”

Jim’s reply was babbling desperation, the sobbing and furrowed expression of raw pleasure on his face so beautiful in this moment. Jim’s was his. Jim was always his. Jim would always be his. And He would always take care of “his Jim”.

“I am your god," Copia growled, “And I’m going to Fuck You. You understand? It’s my name I want to hear you sing when I tear you apart!”

Copia lifted one of Jim’s legs, messily shoving against them, drawing a long lowly moan as he was sinking his painfully strained and aching member into his lover’s soft tight flesh, the lift allowing him to angle deeper, sliding his cock to the base, harder and hotter than he had felt it be before; Jim’s soul was begging for a release, crying for absolution.

Copia pistoned in from behind, his breath wet and hot in Jim’s ear, with each unholy thrust throwing them impossibly harder into the wall together, nearly lifting Jim off the floor.

"Your going to come when I fucking tell you to" Copia huffed, feeling the surge coming, the impending doom of the greatest wave he had faced yet. Jim was trying to hold on and wait for his command but the rope holding their will was splitting, slipping through their fingers, their will held by a thread that was unspooling. Copia was unraveling, his movements becoming frantic and wild, his heartbeat flushing him as he was starting to hitch and hold longer onto his breath, desperately tensing himself into a frenzy. His scattered panting started to wheeze as he was fighting to hold himself back. He was Jim’s Master, his god, he was going to fuck them how he wanted. He was going to test them. He was going to savor their sacrifice. He was going to use his magnanimous mercy to plunge them into the cursed darkness, he the one lascivious, was going to mark his claim on their eternal soul. His malediction was going to destroy them deliciously from within.

"I can't! I can't!" Jim sobbed, tears flooding his eyes and beginning to stream through the snot in his nose as the yelps and moans pitched even higher. His pathetic mewling squeezed from his chest as his body and soul were breaking from the held tension, the yearning need to bleed, to spill himself for his beloved, his new god, out of control. The imaginations of his desires to gush and arterially spray the walls with his every life essence, to draw from his body the milk of possession, the honey of earthly delight. Copia dropped the seized wrist and snaked a hand to Jim’s throat, squeezing as his tongue slid up his pulse point, whispering in the voices of the dark and infernal, “Sing for me little dove”

That was the limit.

Within milliseconds of the toppling, Copia whispered, "Come for me, amore".

Jim’s flood gates blew open, the great drop rocketed down, and he gushed his cum onto the wall, arching back, nearly falling onto Copia who suddenly peeled Jim back from the wall, wrapping his arms around Jim’s waist and chest, his muscles straining in the crazed desire to mesh their bodies, Jim’s insides swallowing his cock deeper, pulsing.

Jim’s hands reached back, trying to hold his head from behind to ride out the blooming sensation of his sex careening through their body like a crescendo orchestrated for his soul, feeling the fangs penetrate him at last. The Cardinal was Jim’s master, conducting the roiling wave to break exactly how he wanted. Exactly how Jim, his little dove,needed, frothing and swirling into the tide pools with a violent crash in places even he had not known, as Copia drained the blood from Jim’s body, suckling deeply as if starved, whimpering and moaning into his neck, jerking Jim off as he rutted into him mercilessly.

They could feel it, the cycling energy of Jim feeding Copia, as their backwards embrace enveloped him, to complete the circle.

Copia felt the transference of his Dark Gift, the energy leaving him as he pushed harder and deeper into Jim’s body, his fangs sinking even deeper, ravish-me-red blood spilling like wine from a cup. An Unholy Eucharist of his divine love, and his sinful desires worshiping his beloved angel.

Jim’s heartbeat was punching against the skin, pushing into the dangerous mouth of the beast, almost wailing in the agony of his lustful desire devouring him whole; every hair on his body on end as the rippling feeling kept crashing with every pulse, every gathered pull from his neck, flecks of blood painting the wall in red.

As Copia’s feeding and Jim’s orgasm started to slow from the exchange reaching towards an equilibrium, selfish desire took over; Copia pushed jim forward into the wall, smearing the fluids on his body and swiftly knelt down, burying his face into his lover’s sex, covering his face in their dripping juices, shoving his tongue in and around, sucking deeply as he moaned, consuming them.

Jim cried out in the sweet agony of overstimulation, the shifting position targeting his weakness, rushing into the forgotten corners of his body and soul as if the action had been meant to penetrate him inside and out. As Copia felt Jim's body respond so beautifully, he fast was stroking himself, fingers passing over his nearly purple cock-head, swollen in his corpulent greed, and at last it burst.

Copia came, splattering his spend on the wall by Jim’s ankles, as he groaned into theflesh, the humming sensation vibrating against his face, unable to stop his consumption.

Jim was going limp as he uncontrollably shook, coming again, and again, whimpering weakly in ecstacy, his voice echoing across the marble halls, the sound bouncing back into their ears like a choir, the added song heightening their pleasure; to hear themselves cry out for absolution, to hear Copia slurping between his legs, to feel the bruises and torn flesh on Jim’s neck throbbing with each pulse that mirrored below his waist, pushing more and more cum out, squeezing, as Copia milked every last drop.

One hand was on his cock, the other on his balls, squeezing and pumping, trying to drain and pull every last bit of pleasure from it, nearly screaming. He could push himself into the void too.

Covered in the hot thick, his legs buckling into the ground, Jim’s shaking body fell back, and he came again, Copia guzzling on his juices, both of them collapsing into the hot puddles pouring onto the cold marble floor.

Jim was holding himself by the crotch trying to push and quiet the bursting feeling between his trembling legs. God it felt like he was trying to block a fountain with the palm of their hand, the ropes finally dying down and stopping, his blood on the floor slowing and growing dark, his vision hazy, his mind fading into the abysmal space, floating languidly like a slow bubble rising to the surface of the water, for several long minutes, with only the sounds of their breathing and the slow drip of blood echoing in the forgotten chapple, the scene beheld by that marble white figure of St. Jude…

Jim felt his body being lifted and the sensation of being carried with the world passing him by.Time seemed to both still and go on, and the disorienting feeling muffled beneath the warmth of Copias body against his own. He caught the familiar scent of Copia’s bed, the touch of a warm damp cloth cleaning him with tenderness and gentleness, the press of Copias lips on every inch of his skin, every kiss reverent, every touch, holy.. Jim belonged to Copia. In being bound, Jim had never felt so free. He would never walk alone. His Master was there. They were one together, and as Copia’s Familiar, Jim would be one with him eternally…

Copia at last pulled the covers over them, tucking them into a nest of warmth and love, pure in its every form, and pressed a chaste kiss to Jims head, lips brushing the warm skin as he whispered the last of the words to his heart’s prayer, “Il mio angelo” he whispered softly. Copia tenderly pulled “his Jim” into his arms, bare fingers carding through Jims dark curls, legs tangling, their bond sealed, nuzzling one another, skin to skin...

Some time later, drowsy and sated, Jim came to briefly, a soft crooked smile playing on his lips as his eyes barely peaked open to gaze upon Copia’s face. Copia nuzzled “his Jim” unable to help himself. Jim looked so beautiful, so adorable this way, so soft and trusting, unguarded, vulnerable and all his. Jim’s sacrifice was a blessing he would never take for granted.

“You are awake, amore?” Copia cooed softly.

Jim’s eyes fluttered closed again as he tucked away into the crook of his Master’s neck, humming contentedly.

Copia chuckled, “How do you feel darling”.

Jim murmured back, “Sleepy.”

“Mmmhm, “Copia smiled knowingly, “The gift is changing you. Rest with me, my love. Take a nice long rest with me. I will be here when you wake, the whole time I will hold you close.”

“That could take a minute” Jim chuckled as his mind was fading to sleep, his pliant body settling against Copia for the night.

Copia smiled, “I’ll hold you for the minute it takes…”

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