Sweet Sin - S01 E30

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Sweet Sin - S01 E30

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

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Like a prayer, eagar to be answered, Seraphina’s watering mouth opened wide, taking the c+k.

Inch by torturous inch, it assembled in her mouth, protruding on her cheeks and flaunting the fullness.

She never had a c+k in her mouth before. Her highschool boyfriend suggested it, but she had blatantly declined. Now, kneeling on a dead body at the mercy of a dark Priest, she felt her throat widening, ready to take the sweet filthiness.

She never knew she had this in her—till right now—this night.

This night of breakthrough. She wasn’t only gonna find breakthrough in her work, but at his feet.

How insane.

Her tongue felt every stretch of vein on him. Her mouth walls felt every degree of the warmth. Her throat gagged when it felt the crown.

The cold ring on it tickled her gag, and her breaths became nonexistent, running out of her lungs.

They left through her ears, nostrils. Maybe they left through her eyes too, and that’s why tears fell.

Warm tears.

Not because of pain, but because he’s too much. He’s too full.

He filled her up till she could nearly feel him on her chest.

And she’s still forbidden from touching him, so she can’t even hold to his thighs for support.

Her hands rested on her own laps, and Tobias took pity on her eventually, wrapping her hair around his fingers and using it to propel her.

“You got a little mouth, Dog. I intend to widen it.” He sounded high as he watched her sinning on her knees.

Glistening with the oil, hungry for his orders, and full of his c+k.

How beautiful, f+kin’ Anathema.

With a slow, guiding push, he thrusted into her mouth, then pulled back, and slowly went back in.

At each slow thrust, his crown kissed the back of her throat, spilling unintelligible sounds out of her.

Her eyes watered at the corners again, her saliva coating his c+k till she could feel the slipperiness at every breath and thrust.

“Take that c+k hard, Dog. Make it sticky. Slurp on the gag.” He groaned, hair sprinkling over his eyes.

He didn’t throw his head back—not even once. Even when her little mouth took him from this world to a hidden universe he can’t name, he didn’t stop looking at her.

The way her chest plums bounced as his thrusts turned harder, tougher, making her ears redden completely.

He saw her desperation to touch him. He saw the way she tried to restrain herself each time her fingers rose.

She can’t touch him just yet.

Not like he’s paranoid about that.

F+k paranoia.

But…who knows the level of addiction her touch might bring?

He hates getting attached.

That has never happened beyond Mayhem and Grimm.

So…he rewrapped his fingers in her hair, thrusting again, f+kin’ her mouth rough and hard while she made moans he can’t understand.

Moans that don’t make sense. Strangled m+ans that barely rose from the back of her gagging throat.

Her tongue spread.

Sweat rolled off Tobias temples, and from under his scalp.

The sweat fell on her n+ple, and the little tickle made her squ+rm.

He let go of her hair.

She helped herself even without his helping hand. She sucked him like her salvation, chasing every inch with her tongue and memorizing every vein with her heartbeats.

He impregnated her cheeks with his fullness, leaving no chance of freedom. She choked.

Tobias finally threw that head back, face shooting to the blue ceiling.

“Holy f+kin’…” His jaws clenched brutally, hands balled. “Anathema,” he groaned, throat spiralling.

Seraphina knew he was close to a release. She felt the way his balls slamming on her lips hardened.

She felt the way his crown warmth grew. She felt his length boning more.

The last few thrusts were brutal like him. Her tongue and teeth were f+ked, too. Every part of her mouth received the holy c+k.

She let go with a loud grunt. His hot liquid shot to her face—a fountain of sin and wrath.

Sticky and Salty.

She darted out her tongue, and he shook the c+k. Up. Down.

The last drop of c+m hit her tongue.

She swallowed up. Her face looks like a work of art—his work of art with the liquid forming lines around.

Tobias buckled back up, picking out a cigar stick which he hung between his teeth while adjusting his shirt.

Seraphina stood from the dead body, surprised. “You aren’t gonna touch me—”

“Tonight is yours,” Tobias looked up. “You got orders, go make them. I came to collect your mouth only because you flaunted the temple inappropriately.”

“Father,” she came closer, clearly dissatisfied with his answer. “You aren’t being fair here. You know it.”

“Define fairness,” he nodded at her, getting a lighter.

“Stop telling me to define shit, Immoral Dog!” She gritted.

She could feel the liquid on her face crawling down her chest, but she doesn’t care. She’s already hella dirty.

This addition is nothing.

“I like when you let your fangs show,” Tobias groaned, giving up on cigarette. He pressed the unlit cigar to her forehead intentionally.

Seraphina snatched it, snatched his lighter too, lit the cigar, took it to her lips and had a puff.

She blew smokes at his face.

Through the haze of smokes, Tobias looked like forbidden grounds. Blue met ash, and the darkness felt too heavy between the two.

But none shook.

Tobias looked thrilled.

No one. No. Fuckin’. One, did this to him before. Blow smokes on his face?

He killed people for less.

But her, little but Dangerous in her own way, carrying the evidence of his desecration on her body.

His cum, on top of the olive oil, on her skin. He wants to add holy water to it to complete the trinity.

But that wouldn’t be necessary, would it? Oil and Cum and Her.

She’s the Trinity.

He took the cigar from her and took a drag too. He lowered his figure and dragged her bum shorts forward.

He poured the smokes in her p+sy, and Seraphina went completely clenched from the heat and intentionality behind that action.

“Father,” she sounded when his face came back up.

“Tommorow’s your first working day. You’ll start packaging orders in two days, I guess. If you’re able to deliver at least twenty orders, I’ll eat your p+sy on the altar.” He challenged.

“You’re posing a challenge?” She smirked slowly.

“You’re smart, at times…” He brought his hand to her hair, stroking.

“Twenty orders?” She shrugged. “Wait for my return, Father.” She pushed his hand away.

He dropped the cigar between his mouth on the floor, then turned.

“The dead body!” Seraphina snapped.

“The Hawks of Odium will come for it. They always come.” Tobias replied without looking back.

The curtains dangled as he walked through them.

Seraphina picked her bralette, wondering what he meant by Hawks of Odium as she put it on.

She picked the cup of wine on the VVIP stool and poured it on her face, washing off his evidence.

She removed an hanky from the dead bouncer pocket, wiped her face clean of any liquid and then dumped the handkerchief back on the bouncer.

She wanted to run back out, but she suddenly stopped and turned, looking at the dead bouncer again.

She’d be traumatized if she hadn’t seen a dead body before.

Genevieve and Marley once killed the former gatekeeper of the Estate cos he slept off and opened the gate late by few minutes. Then, the next day, they hired the current gatekeeper like human life meant nothing.

She witnessed it all, so this dead bouncer? She’s not a bit freaked.

She rushed out of the VVIP and began searching for Allison at the dance floor. Allison is nowhere.

She got worried and got her bag from the bar. She pulled out her phone to give her a call…

“Phina!” Allison’s voice made her turn around to see her coming.

“Lis!” Seraphina breathed, swallowing saltiness.

“Where the fûck did you go? I was about to call the cops!” Allison scolded.

“I…” Seraphina started. “You were taking too long on your call, so I decided to get some fresh air outside.” She lied.

She immediately felt bad cos Allison isn’t someone she should be lying to, but how would she break the ice that she’s indulging in s+×ual activities with the Church Priest—her husband’s brother. It felt heavy.

‘But you enjoyed his fat c+k in your mouth, Seraphina’ a voice at the back of her head said.

She bit on her tongue to kill the voice before smiling at Allison.

Allison bought the lie, thankfully.

“Well,now that I found you, let’s get outta here. I got a sudden event to plan.” She pulled her.

Seraphina quickly carried her bag, following Allison with her chest plums still erect and her wetness still intact in her pants.

F+k that Dog for not touching her.

Now she has to make twenty first deliveries before he touches her again? As if she wouldn’t make more than twenty even without his challenge. Such corny-ass.

Now that the challenge is up, she’s going to make fifty even if she passes out on it. At the end of the day, she’s doing herself a favor by building a strong, reliable crocheting brand, and getting eaten good.

Someday, she wants her crocheting brand headquarters to occupy a land as big as the land she’s holding.

But too bad the land belongs to Father Tobias. It’s only in her name for the sake of scaring her family.

But she’ll start from the scratch though, and maybe later, she might make enough money to buy the land from Tobias completely.

As she entered the car with Allison, her mind was preoccupied with these thoughts, and her mouth still feels occupied by his c+k.

F+k.

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