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dulcewrites · 1 year ago

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Truly, Madly, Deeply

I got this idea while writing fcc. Maris Baratheon is gay bc I said so. Happy pride month y’all 🏳️‍🌈 🫶🏽

The deal was simple: marriage or become a silent sister.

Her father always had little patience with her, which she supposes is alright. She has little patience with him. Whenever she feels a bit too claustrophobic in the castle, the good air being sucked up from his ego, she writes little notes and leaves them on her parent’s bed.

It always requires a maester to read them. Sometimes mother does it.

Having someone else other than the voice in her head call him an illiterate imbecile was worth the punishment most times. But this time, she could tell by the twitch in his eye that he was serious this time. She had looked to mother for help, and all she got was a sympathetic glance. Not sympathetic enough, she thought.

Maris always going to be the problem child, and in turn, she would always be considered expendable. She is not the prettiest, or the most duitful. Clever, they would call her. She knew that was a coverup for what they really wanted to say. Mouthy.

The Riverlands may not be that bad.

She reminded herself that through dress fittings, and mindless drowning on about decorations and food. Maris always thought their deer sygil was a bit silly. Not very intimidating like a dragon or symbolic like a glowing tower. Or even pretty like a flower.

Well, at least it is not a fucking fish.

You will make a lovely wife. It was a lie, and if Myah was in front of her, her mouth would be quirked to the side in mirth. Pretty and mischievous. Maris can hear her voice even as the words are just written on the page.

Please come to King’s Landing. You must meet Baelor.

It was not the first time Myrah had asked. The last time they had seen each other in person, she was watching Myrah and Aemond marry.

Marry and kiss. Dance and kiss. Laugh and kiss. They kissed a lot at their wedding really. Her whole family had been there on pins and needles for different reasons. Her parents upset at what could have been. Her sisters with a similar sentiment. Floris and Ellyn just tired of hearing how they let a prince slip their fingers. Cassandra the most vocal about her strife.

“I suppose her looks make up for her station,” she muttered, pushing her meat across her plate in disgust. “That or something else.”

That earned a swift kick to the shin from Maris.

What none of them wanted to admit it is that it was never going to be one of them. Anyone with a working brain could see that from the moment the Targaryens came to Storm’s End on the godsforsaken tour.

“I have to thank you,” before they left King’s Landing, Myrah pulled her to the side. Her hand intertwined with Maris’. “I cannot help but feel like you helped Aemond and I get to this point.”

It was the first time she got a sharp pang in her chest. She just smiled through it. Myrah glowed, and Maris hated it. She doesn’t know why but it flowed through her veins like blood does. They correspond to each other regularly and the pang doesn’t cease.

It debilitates and shakes her to her core as she writes back.

I would love to.

Maris feels and hears Myrah before truly gets a good look at her.

A squeal and a tight hug. Maris is hit with a wave of lavender and rose. She still smells the same. Feels the same. Hands come to squeeze her cheeks when Myrah pulls away.

“I have to pinch myself, pinch you to see if you’re actually here.”

Maris is sure her face is on fire under her hands. She finally gets a good look at Myrah as they begin to walk through the Red Keep, arm in arm. The slim silhouettes with thick fabric that Maris first saw her in when they met had been replaced by something more opulent. Reminding Maris of Myrah on her wedding day. The V-neck usually found on women in the Vale had been replaced with a square one. Puffy sleeves and full skirt to round the look. The rubies in her hair net glistening, matching the ones dangling from her ears, in the light. Maris wonders how long it took her ladies to manage to put all of Myrah’s thick curls under it.

Red, black, and gold - Maris noted. It should not come as a shock. Myrah would adopt the style of the ladies in court, and she would adopt the colors of her… husband’s house.

The word sits in her tongue like bad porridge. Thick and nasty. She chalks it up to the fear of gaining one herself soon.

Myrah immediately takes her to see Baelor. Who takes one look at Maris’ face and buries his face in his mom’s legs.

“He is a bit shy,” she beams. “Likes to hide in my skirts sometimes.”

He has that in common with father. He has Aemond’s face already, with Myrah’s coloring. His eye shape, but her eye color. A skeptical look that mirrors Aemond but dark curls that fall in front of his face in an earnest way that is all Myrah.

A perfect little combination of the two. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

They sit out on the terrace that is attached to the room. A full spread already out there of various tarts and sweets. Maris goes to pour them both a goblet of wine but Myrah stops her with a sly smile.

“I probably should not,” she pats her tummy in a knowing way.

Oh.

“Again?”

It comes out more aghast and rude than even Maris wants. But Myrah just laughs, and nods.

“Yes, again,” she’s glowing again. In the way Maris knows is special to how Myrah feels about Aemond. “It is quite early on, but the maester confirmed it a few days ago.”

She tells herself to bite her tongue. To be happy and smile because she could not live with herself if she is the reason why that glow falters, but the words slip out of her mouth.

“Even after what happened after giving birth the first one,” ok perhaps she should’ve used him name. “I know Baelor took so much out of you.”

Something flashes behind Myrah’s eyes. Fear? Pain? Anger?

“I want more children,” she says curtly. “And I want my son to experience having a sibling bond the way I do.”

Maris can tell by Myrah’s defensive tone that it not the first time she has been questioned. The air is charged now, and Maris questions throwing herself off the balcony at the way Myrah’s lips downturn in a pout.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters. The words on foreign on her tongue.

Myrah gives a small smile. “I know you are just worried for me.”

“Not about that,” then she squeezes her eyes shut briefly. Words were never hard to come by till she met Myrah. “I mean yes for that, but also for not coming. After I got the letter.”

Myrah’s gaze softens. It was only a week after Myrah had given birth to Baelor that Maris recieved a letter. And though the seal on it was the typical House Everlane one she had grown accustomed to breaking. The handwriting was completely different.

The queen had written on behalf of Myrah.

Myrah’s loopy, girlish caligarphy replaced by Helaena’s short and delicate one. Maris tucked the letter under her pillow in a fugue state after reading it. She slept with it as her tears mixed in with her pillow sheet. She had built up so much resentment towards Aemond. Towards a child she did not know. Only just days old. Because she could not understand a world where Myrah was not living in it.

“I understand. I did not expect people to drop everything and come to my aid.”

But I should have. I would have. For you.

“Ok enough sappy talk, let’s talk wedding plans.”

The details are miserable to Maris but exciting to Myrah. She knows she is trying to make her feel better.

“Just think about it,” Myrah picks off the candied lemon on a lemon cake. “The weather will not be as harsh, and you will still be close to by. I am pulling ranks and making you visit more.”

Myrah leans over to grab Maris’, and gods Maris hopes it is not as sweaty as she feel it is.

“I know you are worried, but if anything happens, you can tell me,” she says seriously, before a cheeky smile suddenly appears. “You techincally have the largest dragon in the world at your disposal.”

Maris snorts at the thought at Aemond playing her protector. “And how’s that?”

“Aemond has Vhagar, I have Aemond, and you have me.”

Maris doesn’t know whether cry and or to throw up.

The throwing up option only becomes more clear when Aemond finally makes his appearance. Dressed in typical black leather, but with riding gloves on. Myrah hops up like, giddy and sweet.

Maris turns away when they kiss. The brushing of noses and whispers against the lips too much too take. His hand instantly goes to Myrah’s belly. She has no real reason to dislike Aemond. In fact, it was Myrah giggling about how much they remind her of each other that made her look at Aemond differently.

Maris wished she could fight the burn in her chest when it came to him.

“Tell Maris that the Riverlands are lovely,” Myrah tugs on his hand. “You enjoyed it when Aegon and you went.”

“The Riverlands are lovely,” he repeats monotoned. Myrah swats at his arm.

“It will be ok,” she reiterated to Maris.

And gods Maris wants to believe her so bad.

Myrah is a bleeding heart. It was one of the things Aemond loved and envied about her. She is kind almost to a farce. It can titter into naivety but it was always in good faith. She frets and worries and cares so much. It’s why she is good wife, and an even better mother.

He would repopulate Old Valyria with her if she gave him the chance.

But Aemond can tell when that pretty head is working overtime. It did during dinner that night with Maris, and continued into the night.

“I guess it just, I don’t know - it put into perspective how lucky I am,” she frowns. “Her parents are just shipping her off to a man she doesn’t know. And I understand that is the lot in life for many ladies. It could have been mine. It just makes me sad.”

She goes on and on with her brows furrowed and her arms flailing.

Aemond pulls her into his lap, hand brushing against the silk of her nightgown.

“You shouldn’t work yourself up so much. It’s not good for you or the babe.”

Myrah frowns before her eyes get wide. “We kill him.”

“What,” Aemond laughs.

“If something happens to her, we kill him,” she repeats. “You are great swordsman, my love.”

“Flattery will not convince me to kill a man.”

She wraps her arms around his neck.

“Can I do something else to convince you to kill a man.”

Aemond pauses for a moment. “Probably.”

What can he say, he is weak willed.

“Good, I’m hoping you to that.”

He knows that Myrah loves Maris, and Maris… loves Myrah. He knows that look, he gives that look everyday. It’s pathetic and hopeless, and full of want.

Longing is a cunt.

Aemond hasn’t figured it out if Myrah knows, and she’s too kind to say anything. Or if she still doesn’t get the power she has over people. One night he told her in the dark. After a feast Aegon held with diplomats from around the realm.

“You’ll never have to know what it is like to want you.”

Myrah snorted and told him he was dramatic when he had too much to drink. But he woke, albeit with an alcohol induced headche, still feeling the same. She will laugh off any suggestion that she extremely charming. Aemond buried his jelousy problem well. But they sprout and take form with Myrah.

He doesn’t know if he more envious watching people naturally gravitate towards Myrah or knowing he will never possess such power.

It pulled him. It has pulled Maris in.

Myrah is the moon. The tides will always be under her control.

#my poor gay disaster maris #anyway I hope to write more gay shit 😊☝🏽#hel Alicent alys… yup yup yup #not Aemond lowkey being an ally 💀💀#maris: she’s everything and he’s just… Aemond #and Aemond would agree with the sentiment #Maris Baratheon

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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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Hsjaksis this idea has been in my brain for so long but imagine demon heeseung who watches little church girl y/n ever since she turned of age, he's smitten,he wants her but also knows that her purity is too strong and he can only touch her body if she gives him permission,so he has to use deception. Pretend to be someone else to earn ur trust, making u suck on his fingers by telling u that it will earn u god's grace. Overall heavy on corruption if u catch my drift. He will slowly prepare you for himself cuz u r oh so sweet and innocent completely unaware of the pleasures of the human body

”A Test of Will.”

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, corruption, deception, demonic HS x Y/N. Stealing y/n's virginity, possessiveness, secret admiring, cursing, I think that's it.

I apologize it took me so long to post. I got super jet-lagged after our flight back home the other day. But without further ado, here is (sorry it's not proofread) the one shot, "A Test of Will." REQUESTED.

Begin Read:

For as long as you can remember, you loved and praised God, taught to submit into his will whenever he desired or called upon you. As a young girl, you wanted nothing more than to become a bride of Jesus and yearned to remain everlasting and pure. It was a life you loved and respected, being the daughter of a pastor and the wife of a devoted homemaker. From the moment you understood speech, and emotional love, it had always been ingrained in your head to please him and only him.

So, you did.

The first moment you realized the importance of your obedience to the Holy spirit was after you turned seven and your family coordinated your Baptism at the local church, one your family had been attending for years. Donning all white, looking as angelic as the Renaissance paintings, you gained holiness and rebirth as God's child, watching as everyone gathered around and sang praises and cheers. It was a joyous event that displayed your conformance to the standards of God's holy will. Among the chanting choir, one particular guest lurked from above, watching with intrigue. Despite being uninvited, he remained to observe the Holy ritual while being unheard and unseen.

He hovered high above, over the large grand fountain, and watched as the priest gently dipped your frail body in the water, allowing you to rise and take your first breath. Seeing how you smiled delicately, accepting your dedication to fulfilling God's will, creates a smirk in defiance to form gracefully on his dark lips. Now, this ritualistic occurrence was not unique to him, but he could care less, for the event wasn't the reason for his stay. It was you that he was interested in. Your innocence appealed to him, and the strength of your devotion, especially at such a young age, what an enchanting young girl you were. Perhaps he'll possess you and devour your soul while you sleep, letting you die while he tucks your spirit away for safe keeping.

Spreading his wings wide, they rested against the cathedral ceiling; the darkness of the spikes and bat-like features looked as if it smeared the face of the great mother Mary and baby Jesus, tainting their warm faces with the hue of black and blood red. His lithe frame is sharply adorned in an all-black suit with fingerless gloves, while his hair is stained royal purple. Gravity did not affect his demonic nature; no one would have been able to notice him even if he decided to become visible to the mortal eye. He took on a perfect stance of a straight stand, parallel to the roof of the ceiling, with arms carelessly crossed and a raised hand stroking his lips by the lead index. Chuckling, he becomes amused and admires your happiness in becoming one of them, another tribal animal that falls into the pretenses of spiritual love and devotion, neglecting the nature of your mortal existence and desire. That won't do for him, considering he can only devour your spirit when it is strong in faith.

……………..

Years have passed since then, and the hellish guest permanently remained in your life, unbeknownst to you. It was enjoyable for him to watch you grow, molding into a prideful young woman. He admired your dedication but grew infatuated by your stubbornness. You had no problems remaining vigilant in keeping your chastity, but it wasn't easy. As you came of age, you longed for a sense of touch and physical companionship. Most times, you continued to plow through life with your dedication strong and steady, yet some moments you questioned if you were doing enough, feeling complacent with your current path and therefore drifting in thought, wondering if there is more to life than just serving the Lord.

It had hit you hard upon graduating high school, you realized that your greatest wish was to do more, thus furthering your motivation to stay on the current course. Especially after observing your peers, watching them take part in dating, following the natural courses of love, marriage, and family life. You did everything you could to take your mind off it, from actively volunteering in holy community services to leading Bible study every day, but none of it gave you the strength you needed to stay engaged with your dedication to God. Unfortunately for you, he had sensed it and took great delight watching as you tried fighting off your instinctive desires as a mortal woman.

There were times when his invisibility was clicked on or off, depending on his mood, yet it didn't matter for each time that he was present, he remained undetected. Whether it was appearing as the air itself, or disguising as one of your friends, teachers, or even your parents, he gained interaction to hear how lovely your voice became with age. He had found you peculiar upon discovering you as a young girl, but seeing how you grew into the dedicated young woman you are today, he was obsessed. Who could have ever thought that demons could gain affection and desire for humans? It wasn't natural nor was it normal, but there is a first for everything, including him. The last straw was when he lay, relaxing himself on your bedspread, watching as you remained oblivious to his unobtrusive presence. Figuring you were going to conduct your normal routine in changing inside your closet space, he relaxes on your bedding, already knowing that your inclusive habit was due to your shyness in changing out in the open, despite being nestled in the privacy of your room…or so you thought.

It's true, that you have made a habit of changing in discrete areas such as your closet or your bathroom, but time has an effect on everyone, even God's most dutiful child. Sure, you were still fruitful and pure, but as you matured, you found it nearly silly

you weren't as shy as you were before. You were a fully, blossomed young woman who helped and loved her family and had prospects to attend the university of your choice in the oncoming months, all with the attending hopes of joining a nunnery and becoming a bride of his holiness.

His brow raises when he notices you undressing. Shifting his gaze, he looked confused for a moment as you broke out of your traditional habit, and stripped off your clothing delicately until you reached full nudeness. It takes a lot for him to become shaken, it's never happened before, but you accomplished a feat that many, including the demons of Hell, found impossible to achieve. There he lay, iris expanding and glowing red as he noted the suppleness of your soft skin, how you tenderly removed your skirt, blouse, and the undergarments that cradled your luscious breasts and the simple white lace that protected the heart of your core. It was at that moment for the first time since he discovered you, he realized that he was not just intrigued, but obsessed with having you. His infatuation develops into something deeper and stronger upon seeing your bare form, he had to keep you, shower you with his darkness, and hide your lightened heart away for only him to admire.

………………

"Y/N, come here sweetheart, and meet the new priest who has graciously volunteered his services to our church."

You had just returned from your college orientation and noted an unfamiliar umbrella staged by the front door upon entry. Your steps were timid, but you approached the living room steadily, catching sight of your mother and father both speaking to a tall figure, with his back facing you. Your mother catches your entry and bids you to introduce yourself, and you had every means of doing so gracefully, until he turned around.

"Y/N, this is Father Ethan, he has come from far away and is blessing our church with his devotion and preaching of God." Your father added on, continuing your mother's praise of the rather young-looking man that stood before you. He had dark, shiny black hair, was lean, and had a handsome face; for a priest, he was unlike any holy servant you had ever seen before. He was Asian, though you couldn't pinpoint which national region his ethnic background came from, and didn't probe to ask as it would have been too rude. You smiled sweetly and finally gulped faith before emitting your first words in greeting him.

"It's…nice to meet you, Father Ethan. My name is Y/N…."

"Well hello, it's very nice to finally meet you, Y/n. Your parents were spending the last hour boasting about you."

Looking over to your parents, Father Ethan displays a sly smirk as he crosses his arms and swings his body before returning his gaze to your direction. Your parents nod with approval and gleam proudly. You couldn't be entirely sure but there was something strange about your meeting with Father Ethan; there was an unusual level of attraction that you felt towards, and from him.

The next day, you carried out your diligent duties in leading Bible study for the younger age group. Walking in, you immediately became aware of the stark emptiness inside; no one was around, yet the candles were lit. Making your way down the aisle, you looked around and peeked between the benches, only to find that the main hall was just as empty. You stood before the holy cross, admiring the small statues and chalices that decorate the platform where the priest conducted his prayer and Biblical lecture, when suddenly a deep voice emerges from behind you. "You're here for Bible study?"

Sharply turning, you set your eyes on Father Ethan. He stood straight and tall, wearing a casual black suit with a white undershirt, partially unbuttoned. "Oh, I'm sorry Father, I didn't know you were here."

"Pay no mind, and no need to apologize." he slyly smiles in response.

Surrendering a faint nod, you smiled sweetly before clearing your throat. "Are the children here?"

"Oh you mean the ones you're leading for the lecture? I'm afraid not, everyone had prior engagements set in stone and couldn't make it."

Stroking his chin, he flares his infamous smirk once more, locking his gaze and finding you heavenly and delectable.

"You know…y/n….your diligence and faith towards God is astonishing."

"It is?"

"Mmhmm…I wonder if there is anything you wouldn't do, all in the name of your love for him."

Your eyes slightly widen as you lean in, enhancing the value of your statement. "There isn't…I would do anything to show my loyalty and to become closer, I intend to be a bride of God."

"You want to be a nun?"

Nodding, you shifted your gaze to the side upon feeling his gaze examining you with intrigue.

"Interesting." Walking towards you, his hand reaches down and gently cups your cheek. Just as he expected, your skin was soft and supple, the strands of your hair grazing against his knuckle felt like silk threads, and you warmed his coldness in an instant. "Hm…pretty."

You were taken aback by his statement, as he displays a devious smile. "No-no…it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you…in fact, I'm here to help you to get closer…"

"Closer to God?" your eyes began to water, yet you couldn't help it, you became curious by his rather bold statement. Chuckling, he bites down on his lower lip and steps back. "You wanna see proof?… You wanna see a miracle…y/n?"

Nodding once more, you watch as he takes one of the empty chalices in his hand and flicks it. The chime of the brass echoes through the main hall and into the massive foyer. Presenting it to you, you gently cradle the cup in both hands and become stunned upon seeing that the chalice was filled with blood-red wine. "I-is….is this?…. How?" You snapped your gaze over to him, curious for an explanation as you were quite sure the chalice was empty a moment ago.

"Are…you an….are you an angel?… Father Ethan?"

"Something like that." tilting his head, he continues to flash his devilish smile before whispering once again, "Something….like that."

Looking down at the chalice, you smile softly. "Can I ask why you're here?"

Playfully rolling his eyes to the side, he shrugs his shoulders before emitting an answer. "Just here to help preach his desire."

"….What is his desire?"

"You really want to know?"

"…..Yes…."

Snapping his hand forward, he snags your wrist and rapidly pulls you close, pressing you chest to chest. "First…." he softly lets out into your ear before he slowly licks the nook of your neck.

"Father! W-what…!"

"Shh….I said…everything is going to be alright…don't you trust me?….If you don't, I guess I can leave and you'll be forever marked in his eye as someone who went against his will…."

Gasping, you desperately voiced out your objection. "No! That's not true! I would do anything for him, even if it meant giving up my happiness. That's how much I love him."

"Huh…that right?" Rolling his tongue, he tilts his head and peers his gaze into yours. "You know what would make him happy?"

"….No…would you tell me?"

"Its easier if I showed you…come here."

Gripping your shoulders, he straightens your posture and squares you up with his frame. He leans in and places a soft and sensual kiss on your neck, stirring a vibrating sense to riddle deep inside your gut. Giving you the thrill of passion, he presses his parted lips against yours and harshly breathes out, coating your skin with the warmth of his exhale. Slowly, his tongue trails through his mouth, feeding its way through your lips and smears his saliva over your tongue and cheek. Your brows furrow in fear and worry, but slowly transitions into delight once you reminded yourself of how Father Ethan was bringing you closer to God, or so he says. No one could blame you, after all, seeing his talent with what he did to the chalice was proof enough that he was not an ordinary person. But what was he exactly?

Your thoughts were interrupted when his grip changes, holding your firmly by your waist while he buries his tongue deeper. As soon as you let out a gasping moan, he takes things a step further by smoothing his palms over every curve of your body. Hesitant, you try to push yourself away, yet his hold on you remained strong and he continues to shower you with the passion of his sinful touch. "Stay close to me, I promise I'll show you heaven."

"O-okay…." you faintly whispered, unable to make any sense of what was going on. You knew that what he was doing was a sin, something your parents had warned you to avoid. However, when he began feeding his hand under the hem of your dress, and smother your neck and chin with his dangerous kisses, you faltered at the sensation, keeping in mind that you were displaying your loyalty to God and his will.

"F-Father Ethan…I…I can't breathe…" you whimper as he forces your head to tilt back, allowing him a wider range to lick and nibble the skin on your throat. "It's okay, I'll fix that in a second." He mumbles.

Turning you around, he was abrupt and rough with his movements, he could tell that you didn't seem to mind, at least it didn't sound like it. Since he started to rub your inner thighs, your pitch sounded more pleasurable and less fearful. Either you were too trusting towards him, or you were melting at the feeling of being ravished by his hands and mouth.

Piercing your entry, you gasped in shock upon realizing that his hand had made its way under your panties, taking advantage of your partially exposed cavity. "Wait! Wh-what are you doing!?" you gasped out, placing your hands on his shoulders as he inserts his fingers, lifting you upwards in the process. "Dont worry…its all in his will, remember?" Father Ethan smirks as he burrows his face into your neck, groaning against your skin. "You wanna be closer to heaven, riiiiight?" Gripping a handfull of your hair, he forcefully tilts your head to the side and bites, "Ah! That hurts!" Resetting your position, he looks down at you under heavy lids, his smirk completley gone but the lust in his eye remains. "Tell you what, if you're good, I'll show you my wings."

You looked up, completely bewildered. "You have…wings?" He nods his head as he pets your hair, it was at that moment you were convinced he really was an angel. Sensing your instant will and obedience, he ignores in confirming the validity of your submission and instead, turns you around while ripping your dress in half. Shredding off your undergarments, you cover yourself as you stood fully nude with his frame pressing against you from behind. "Did you know that you've been lied to all your life?" kissing your back, he leaves a lengthy trail down your spine as he plasters his lips onto your skin.

"W-what do you mean?" You ask in all earnesty, trying to refrain from releasing your desperate moans of pleasure as you relish in the sensation of each kiss. With his lips pressed onto your lower back, he grips the back of your thighs before mumbling against you, giving a slight tickle. "God would never demand that his creations to be so ignorant as to dismiss their instinctive will to learn the life lessons of pleasure, pain, and happiness. It's what humans are meant to do in their short lifespan." Biting down, you felt the sting of his demeanor on the back of your shoulder. "I'm sure he appreciates the spiritual faith in his name, but what good is flesh and blood if not without the practice of tasting, feasting, and desiring the need to touch and be touched."

Counterattacking his resolve, you whimper your words, trying your best to maintain composure. "Flesh and blood is all but a facade, its our will that remains everlasting and true."

Chuckling, you feel his teeth against the back of your neck as he responds in amusement. "Hmph…that right? Well then princess, let's see if we can break that will of yours."

He wastes no time and begins to insert his lengthy shaft into your womanhood. Even though you hadn't given him consent, you weren't resisting to the act, so long as he kept his promise in bringing you closer to God, among other things. True, you wanted to be closer, you wanted to see Father Ethan's wings, and you wanted to enter heaven, but there was also the longing built up within you that desired for him to do more. The feeling of his thickness filling you became the most painful and pleasurable sensation you've ever felt; you nearly questioned how you could have gone so long without experiencing it, when a quick thrust on his part pinched you with sharp pain.

"Ugh….it-it hurts! F-Father Ethan…."

"Call me Heeseung baby." Be breathes out in a low groan.

"He-Heeseung?"

Noting your perfect pronunciation, he showers you with praise as he continues to lick your neck. "Very good. You have a gift of tongues, don't you?"

Fully leaned forward, he coats your back with his chest, sealing his muscle as he stuffs his entire girth in between your wet folds. "Ready to see Heaven?"

You hesitated for a second, but nodded as your body shook vigorously from the immense pressure. "Alrighty then." he smirks, just as he starts his thrusts back up. "Wow…you're fucking perfect, aren't you?"

He starts slow, but picks up the pace as he continues to pump his lengthy cock in and out of your entry. The bulging tip harshly taps against a sweet spot that lays dormant inside of you, something you never knew existed until now. In and out, he steadily increases the pace, the sound of your skin wrapping his, squelching as he thrusts ferociously with the hidden intentions of staining your internal spirit with the darkness of Hell. He goes faster, your body jolts forward as he slams his cock deep inside each time, with his thighs slamming against your own and his groin popping against your derriere. Lost in the whirlpool of erotic pleasure, your moans were interrupted as you felt his fingers crawling up, around your neck, and onto you chin. Tapping his finger against your lips, he lets out an indiscriminate tone and smirks out another one of his chuckles. "Open." Bidding to his demand, you part your lips and watch as he slips his index in and rubs the inside of your cheek. "Good girl…"

Just as you started to question his claims, his voice punctures your thoughts when he asks you, "Can you see them?"

Never losing his momentum, he continues to pump his cock, disrupting the tightness and elasticity of your feminine virtue, jerking your body back and forth from his performance. Confused by his formulation, you were about to bid him to elaborate when suddenly you saw the glowing of spheres surrounding your bodies. Thrusting, your body motions forward and back as he pulls you by the hips, making it nearly impossible for you to admire the majestic beauty of what appeared to be stars, encircling you.

"W-what….ugh!"

"I told you, didn't I?…I'd show you heaven…"

Seeing the evidence of what you could only surmise as divine intervention, you submit fully by extending your arms overhead and plastering your forearms against the wall, spreading your legs even more and allowing him unbarricaded access. Arching your back, you perk your rear cheeks upward, wanting to see and feel more.

"Yeah? Bet you wanna see more, don't you?" he scoffs in between his growls. Nodding, you bend and submit every inch of your will and begged him to do more. "Huh….if only everyone you know could see you right now….what would dear mommy and daddy think if they were to see their precious daughter getting fucked…hmm?" Following his words, he speeds up his thrusts as he firmly grips the center of your throat. "Keep yourself steady baby….you feel so fucking tight like this."

Following his instructions, you keep yourself arched as you feel his thrusts going in deeper and harder. His fingers rubbing the side of your neck as he holds you down, pinning you against the wall while he takes advantage in fully penetrating you. The more he did, the more you saw. Soon the entire hall was filled with the glowing spheres; you watched as they fluttered around and looked too beautiful to be real. They had to be angels; small and delicate cherubs that were enhancing the legitimacy of his claims.

In between your pleading moans, you faintly smile as you felt wholesome in seeing what others could not, all due to giving yourself up to this man. Letting him continue, he delightfully takes you in and punctures your entry for hours, painting your skin blue, purple, and red by his licks and nibbles. He kept going and going, your body became numb and the pleasure wore off, the only thing you could feel at this point was prickling pain and sting, yet each time he sensed your weakened state, he taunted you with his words, teasing as he scoffs them out. "Are you giving up on me? Should I stop?"

You shook your head every single time, maintaining your stance so that you could continue to be closer to your faith, to which he would respond with a chuckle, and a dark decree. "Gonna fucking break you to pieces, girl."

You barely had enough time to process his word's let alone respond, all due to his last and final effort in increasing his speed. "Oh fuck you feel so good…going to make me cum."

With tears staining your cheeks, you shook your head as you helplessely leaned your head against the wall's surface, already having done too much to suddenly stop now, not that he would ever let you. Punching your internal gut, he goes faster, deeper, and harder. Your breasts bounce fiercly as your hair flies forward, your skin tainted red as he drags his nails and digs them in. Reaching your breaking point, a sharp, stabbing sensation pierces your clit as overstimulation takes effect from the constant throbbing of his cock. "Please! No more! I-I cant!"

Your scream was all he needed to hear before he releases, fully submerging his cock deep as he groans into your ear. "My little slut...you feel me turning us into parents?" Filling you, your walls become stained by the creaminess of his seed, the warmth of it all eases you inside and out. When he was finally done, he slowly exits, releasing his grip and letting you drop to the floor. You whimper as you lay weakened, your womanhood destroyed and beaten, and all he did was stand feircly tall as he smiled deviously. Grabbing hold of his cock, he slowly strokes it as he watches you faintly struggle up. "How pretty…I'm going to have fun keeping you all to myself."

Looking up, you tearfully watch as his blackened hair turns purple, his eyes glowed dangerously red, and his lips darken. The white spheres around suddenly turned black, formulating into wild shapes of various demons with jagged teeth and elongated tongues that practically reached the floor. Beyond frightened, you gasped out a series of whimpers as you used your arms to back away, only to meet with the wall behind.

"What?…Scared?" he chuckles, taking his steps closer to you. "Didn't I promise to show you my wings? My pretty...pretty....pretty wife..."

Furrowing your brows, you looked at him mercifully when he abruptly stretches his neck. From left to right, a series of cracks could be heard as he hovers his chin over each shoulder, his lids remained partially shut, revealing the rolling of his eyes towards the back of his head; with a subtle groan, he releases his bat-like wings as they extend high and wide. Covering your mouth, you gasp in horror as you begin to sob hysterically. What have you done? Who was he and just what did you allow him to do to you? The entire afternoon spent with him taking away your purity.

"Y-you're….you're not an angel…." you muttered out, watching as he reopens his eyes and tilts his head. Gazing at you with a smirk that pitied your oblivious state of mind, his eyes drift and takes in the miraculous sight of you from head to toe. He loved how broken and helpless you looked, trapped against the wall as you attempt to cover your breasts and bring your closed legs in. With a pleading tone, you asked with sweet innocence in your voice as your eyes pushed out fresh tears. "A-are you….the Devil?"

Smirking, he takes in a final step and kneels down before you, leaning in for a kiss. Holding your head steady by a fistful of hair, he gently pulls your head back, and whispers before sealing your fate eternally, having special plans in store for when he brings you back home with him, leaving you unfound and forever a mystery in the world you were born into.

With a deep tone, his lips brush against your own as he responds…

"Something like that…"

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