A slow steady knocking rhythm echoed from Helena's front door. The sound brought a bright smile to the woman's face even as she juggled activities. "Coming!" She exclaimed, dropping the unpopped bags of popcorn she was holding and retrieving the candy she had mistakenly placed in the microwave.

She scurried over to the door and tugged it open. The dark form of Father Morrow was cast in a deep black, so deep his form stood apart from even the night that had fallen over the neighborhood. "Ed!" Helena squeaked. "I didn't think you'd come!"

"I didn't think so either but having wrapped up I thought this would be a fantastic way to spend the night." There was a small smile etched upon his face reserved for very few. Helena bobbed her head and ushered him inside, "I hope you like melted chocolate."

The pair sat with various other friends Helena had invited over, chatting, covering their eyes, chuckling, eating too much. The night air incapable of breaching such a warm and cozy atmosphere that now settled deep over the home.

Yet, as the movie list dwindled so too did the visitors until all that was left in the house was Edwin and Helena as they tore into the final bag of popcorn.

When the credits finally rolled they didn't even notice, having now been enthralled in a conversation of sin, repentance, and the supernatural.

"It is inevitable that man sins. Absolutely no one can live a life devoid of sin. Yet we persist and when we do sin, we repent in the eyes of God." Helena nodded but furrowed her brow, "If we know that sin is impossible to avoid, how can one... sin in the best way?" She gave herself a confused look and giggled.

Edwin smiled and shrugged, "That's not something we typically think of. The church usually focuses on how to live with grace and how to repent when one inevitably sins. But to sin gracefully..." He trailed off lost in thought.

Helena sat, staring at him with a rapturous look. He finally started once more, slowly. "One could sin gracefully in two ways I think." She sat forward now, eagerly listening. He adjusted his collar and spoke in a measured way, "To sin violently against the devil is the first way I suppose. To take out basest of evil tendencies and aim them at the root of evil. A very dangerous and slippery slope I might add." He said with a slight frown.

Her bright eyes reflected the light of the T.V. as she stared at him, "And the second way?" He smiled and said softly, "To sin passionately for love." They sat quietly for a few moments the sounds of their soft breath barely louder than their heartbeats which surely thumped in their chests.

Then without hesitation Edwin leaned forward his lips meeting Helena's as his breath now tickled her nose. Her chest rose and fell with the exuberant pace of a track star as she melted into him, becoming nothing but a sinner for love.

Two passionate sins had bound themselves to Edwin Morrow that night. One lay beneath him now, her exquisite form adorning the sheets like a masterwork upon a tapestry. Her soft moans only punctuated by that familiar sharp intake of breath when Edwin bit her throat.

The other, chained to a wall, tears of a sparkling silver coursing down her cheeks as her pain and pleasure became indistinguishable from one another. Both helpless to him as his sin bore down upon them ruthlessly, tearing them from any sense of divinity.

Emmerion and Helena both moaned in ecstatic fervor as the Holy Father, the sinner, enacted his will upon them. That lonely dungeon, that warm bedroom, filled with a desperate need for Father Morrow.

Father Morrow took deep breaths as he thrust into Helena, her body framed perfectly for him, as if she were on display. Her wrists in his palms pressed so deeply into the silk of her sheets.

The denial of his deepest urges could not be sustained any longer. If Emmerion was the thick haze of an oasis in the desert, Helena was the cool refreshing spring he dove headfirst into. He pressed his mouth against her ear and whispered, "Beg."

With the practiced devotion of a good Catholic girl Helena immediately echoed her deep carnal need. "Please, Father. I'll do anything. Please." Father Morrow growled in desire, no longer in control of his own voice as he pushed himself deep into Helena.

Wrapping one hand over her mouth and the other grabbing her breast with vigor, he took several short breaths, each spelling his own insatiable desire inching closer and closer before he couldn't take it any more.

Edwin threw his head back and moaned deeply as waves of pleasure rolled over him, his head swayed and his eyes closed as he felt her whimper against his hand.

His whole body shook as he came inside her, this release fully contorting his thoughts into one single word on repeat. "Finally." This is what he had craved so desperately. He stuffed himself deep in her wet little pussy as he felt the warmth of his cum fill her up.

He took heavy shivering breaths now as he slowly thrusted in and out, his sensitive cock making the process almost unbearable. This pain, this sensitivity, this agony of slow thrusts was his penance. Her punishment came at the end of his penance, he slowly pressed himself into her and stopped all movement.

He stayed still, panting, sweat running down his back as she continued to whine, now bucking her hips in an attempt to fuck herself more on the cock buried within her.

He kept his hand on her lips as he reached downward, now placing his thumb on her clit. "Repent. Repent to me." Her eyes grew wide with need and desire as she mumbled fiercely behind his hand.

Her hips moved with renewed vigor as she pushed his sensitive dick into her. He ran his thumb over her clit and her back arched. No sound came from her anymore, she simply quivered and twitched.

Edwin felt her in the moments before she came. The facade of calmness as stillness and tension overtook her, as silence wrapped around her. Her little pussy tightening around his cock, her breath pushing at his palm, the jolts her body made, her muscles contracting as he rubbed her clit.

Finally, a deep moan emanated from her covered mouth. Finally the facade of the calm before the storm was torn away as every inch of her body contorted all according to his will. Edwin smiled, baring his teeth. "You're mine. All fucking mine."

His little Demon, upon which he enacted righteous punishment. His little church girl, upon which he sinned. Helpless to Father Morrow in their own ways, both arched their backs and felt a jolt of electric pleasure rush through them. Both were intrinsically connected to one sinner. He was a sinning for love and righteous for sadism and it felt as if his soul was so full it dripped adrenaline into his veins.

Both bound to him now, their very essence two chains helplessly twined around his fist. Unbeknownst to any, when someone holds two souls so closely, they become hopelessly tangled. A divine link now stretched forth from one sinner unto his two objects of affection. The consequences of this, soon to be fully realized.

They lay in a heap on the bed, the steady rhythm of their hearts and breathe felt as they pressed their lips together sloppily and tiredly, as if they were drunk. Until sleep crept up on them and they drifted away.

The morning sun has risen over the quiet little church, bathing it in the warm glow of the morning, yet the only occupant couldn't be farther from its embrace.

Emmerion hung limply from the wall, every so often twitching and making a small noise through her gag. Her eyes were partially shut, her long black lashes obscuring the deep crimson beneath them. The biting cold of the basement was exacerbated by how very wet she was. Holy water, tears, drool, and a soaked cunt pooled on the floor beneath her as silvery ichoric tears and crystalized holy water intermingled on her chest.

Deep in her misery she could have never realized how very divine she truly was. The colors of her skin and tears forming a tapestry that storied her night. Of deep pain and pleasure, a muse for a sadistic man of God. A painting of her form would be forever cherished by anyone who cast their eyes upon it. Yet, she sat alone in the church, barely awake as her suffering persisted.

Just then, a second occupant entered the building with a steady stride. Edwin Morrow had once again returned to his church. A deep sense of unease burned within him, he had not realized how truly cruel he was last night. He had been lost amidst a deep sea of sadistic craving and now, having indulged himself the night prior was actually worried for his prey.

The sight of her form failed to have the effect he wished. He wished to be appalled by his actions, to curse himself for how much he had sinned. Yet, the only curse he levied at himself was for bathing in the majesty of her form as he entered. Her perfect body, the way her skin glistened in the dim light, the slightest whimper of recognition as he entered.

She had trapped Father Morrow just as he had ensnared her. He strode forward and with quick precise care unshackled her weak form and carried her to the bed. Removing any and all restraints as he laid her upon the mattress. She, with all the certainty of the most exhausted creature alive, fell asleep.

"Do demons dream?" He whispered lightly as he backed away. He glanced at the key dangling from the collar she had around her throat. "Do demons deserve redemption?"

He watched her as he slept. His feelings of gratitude for her made a deep sense of conflict bloom within him. She was so much of what he needed. A well of sin so deep he could cast every indulgent sadistic urge into it and it would be washed away. He could make her his personal little toy.

Yet, as she lay there, he couldn't help but feel the desire to see her with wings.

End of part 2

Part 1

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