Sweet Sin - S01 E47

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Sweet Sin - S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

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[Church]

At 10:30, Seraphina’s back hit the marble on the altar of the dark, silent Church. Her panty—the only thing covering her ass, came off.

It was ripped apart by Tobias’s fingers, then he wore it like a mask over her eyes and nostrils.

Her mouth was left free for moans, and her legs were arched up, knees high and toes folded.

She didn’t even know when he went low between her legs, but she knew when his mouth captured her cl+t, sucking slow, teasing, then releasing before flipping them apart with his tongue. He licked, stroked.

“Damnit! Father….Fath….shhh….”

Under the pressure of darkness and the warmth of his mouth, she couldn’t find where she stood.

She lost herself.

He licked even the parts she had no idea existed inside her.

Her mouth opened and closed anytime she felt his tongue operating.

Tobias wasn’t just giving her head. He wasn’t just eating her up.

He was making her disappear.

She thought she knew a new level of pleasure when his mouth was on her chest, but that would be crazily overrated compared to this.

She shook so much she nearly lost her body parts to the floor.

He held her cl+t apart with his fingers, licking her p+sy repeatedly, doing the tongue thing which made her squirt all-over his face.

“Oh…. Father…. Oh….my Gawd!”

“I…. I’m so f+kin…. Ahhhh!!!!”

Her scream pierced the walls of the Church when he wrapped his lips around her cl+t, letting it slide off before stroking with his thumb, then he went in with it tongue again.

She went soft, boneless.

He ate her p+sy like a motherfuckin’ hungry Dog. A starving man.

He ate like he was digging for treasure. He ate like a greedy f+k.

The way he knows how to switch between eating, sucking, licking and stroking or just inhaling the scent of her kitty? It made her crazy.

Her thighs vibrated, insides clenching, p+sy spasming around his tongue and spilling like a lake.

She saw meteors.

She saw constellations.

She saw the big dipper and more.

Things she never saw before.

When she shattered in his mouth for the third time, she was already losing her mind, but he was already eating her again, hanging her legs over his shoulder, he growled on her heat.

“Oh no….” Her voice broke. “Oh…no….I can’t….Father, please…. please….I…..oh…..”

Her hand found his hair, pulling, begging, pleading.

The mask over her nose contributed to her thinning breaths.

Breathing with her mouth is impossible since she’s saying every unintelligible things with it.

Her hold on his hair began slacking, eyes watering under the fabric.

And when she felt the spill of holy water on her skin, she went down.

He had poured holy water on her.

And it reached everywhere. Br+sts, tummy, face, ass p+sy… thighs.

Now, she’s preparing to shatter for the fifth time, but he’s still eating.

Her p+sy can’t take it anymore.

Her body can’t take this eating.

Her stomach can’t take the wickedness of his mouth.

She went flat, hands slipping….

“Black….Ro….se….”

She managed to call that before c+mming in his mouth again.

Tobias raised his head, licking his lips as her body went limp on the floor.

He knew it’d end like this.

He knew he was gonna lose his shit.

That’s why he instantly told her to pick a safe word before diving into this part with her.

He knew the power of his f+ked up mouth and his insatiable hunger.

But if she passed out on his mouth, what would happen to her when he stuffs her with his có+k?

Such a coward.

He covered the holy water and set the remaining one down, then he got his phone out of his pocket.

With the phone flashlight, he stared at her unconscious face.

Sweaty. Red. Tired. Used.

But above all, she looks satisfied.

Great. Cos she deserves to be satisfied for now. She smashed his challenge.

Or at least, she’d have smashed it if her family didn’t sabotage her.

He looked at her ear, realizing he hadn’t seen her wear earrings before.

No. He hadn’t seen her wear jewelry or makeup or fancy stuff at all.

This one right here doesn’t even wear lipstick or anything flashy.

How dull.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll do better…” She suddenly mumbled from her unconscious state.

His eyes lowered to her mouth.

Then, she talked again…

“It’s not my fault that I’m dull…. it’s not my fault that I’m…a stammerer….but I’ll do better…”

“I’m trying my best, it’s just not sticking no matter how much I study… I want to be loved too….I want a hug from my parents too….”

All of these, from her unconsciousness.

And she’s crying too. Tiny tears slipped out of her eyes.

Tobias looked away from her and her tears and her mutterings.

He picked up his phone and dialled Yalda real quick.

“What’s the order, First Man?” Her voice slapped the speakers.

“What’s happening in Redd Holdings tommorow?” Tobias asked.

“Nothing peculiar,” Yalda provided. “But it’s Kimmy’s birthday.”

“Prepare a press conference then,” Tobias stood. “Set it for 9am, and invite all the reporters that came for the initial press conference. Invite more than that, and get a larger podium.” He continued talking.

“Got it, Wrath.” Yalda copied fast and hung up smoothly.

Tobias returned his phone to his pocket, looking back at Seraphina who’s still down and mumbling different kinda things.

But he’s not a consoler.

He makes people cry, not stop their tears, so she can cry all she wants.

They’re on a deal for her to give him her body, and him to give her a life.

And that’s that.

He dialled Yalda again.

“Any other thing, Wrath?” She picked.

“Know what? Let Migos handle the press conference stuff. You’re closer to the Church. Get some female clothes and come over to the Church with one extra female Odd.”

He hung up without leaving a negotiation space.

He only waited for three more minutes before Yalda appeared in the Church with another female cultist.

They brought female clothes as requested.

“Get her dressed and take her to your place. Get her lenses.” Tobias ordered her and stepped out of the Church.

“That was cold as fû+k, Wrath.” Yalda muttered, not daring to look at Seraphina’s nakedness.

As a lesbian, she’s equivalent to a man at some point, so she let the other female cultist handle it.

The Odd wore Seraphina the dress, and Yalda lifted Seraphina to her arms, taking her out.

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