Sweet Sin - S01 E51

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Sweet Sin - S01 E51

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

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Ruth didn’t realize she was crying till she began tasting salt on the palm she placed over her mouth.

She had to cover her nose with her second palm to block out sniffles that might accompany the tears.

She wants to cover her eyes too to keep herself from the pain of watching, but the strength ain’t there.

She could only hide under the large bed and watch and cry as Tobias mouth ravaged and devoured the breasts of his brother’s wife like it’s some newly invented dish.

His head didn’t maintain a spot. It kept switching positions, going left, right, and peeping low, all while hungrily sucking on Seraphina’s bossom, alternating between the two n+ples and running his hands over her body—the skin, the ass.

Each time he squeezed the a+s, a loud spank followed, and the a+s responds by shaking like it understood the assignment. Seraphina herself?

She was in a forbidden place she shouldn’t even be. She saw the fire, saw the intensity of the flames, but still choose to crawl to burn.

She moaned like she needed the ruins, like her destruction was all that mattered. Like her funeral in sin was all she needed.

She felt herself falling deep into the darkness, and she didn’t scream for help. Instead, she cried for more.

Now, her imagination flipped.

It’s not the Leader of Valhalla sitting on the throne, touching her like a slave. Now, it’s him, it’s Father.

Her Father—Tobias.

She sieved away the image Valhalla grounds left in her head, taking in images of Tobias alone.

He was still sucking, still eating the n+ples like he wants to have them forever. She felt the soreness on the br+sts, and she doesn’t even want it to stop.

A loud, bouncy sound slammed through the air when his palm smacked her naked ass again, painting it with more red and sin.

“Ohh!” She sounded strangled, head thrown behind as she tried to touch him too, her legs on his waist going slack from too much friction.

If one could die of over-wetness, she’d be in abyss right now.

She hasn’t felt this much before. Maybe power makes one wet too? She felt it oozing from him, and she absorbed it, breathed it in.

She got intoxicated.

But Tobias wasn’t gonna let her have it all inside this Rectory.

That’ll be a breach of promise.

He doesn’t do that.

So, he left the room like that with her naked body around him.

At the same time, he sent a text to Jude, ordering that he wants the Church empty, and all compound lights out. He ordered darkness in every building including the Church itself. Jude obeyed.

A minute after Tobias sent the text, it was all done.

He carried Seraphina out of the Rectory, his mouth still tight around her chest like a metal screw.

Meanwhile, back inside the bedroom, Ruth could finally come out from under the bed.

Her tears soaked that spot she placed her face on under the bed.

She felt useless and rejected. The extra work she put to buy n+ple rings and shit is all wasted.

She wasn’t even looked at.

It was another lady.

It was his brother’s wife.

So….this is it?

Seraphina is the new bî+ch?

She was wiping her tears as she put on her clothes in the dark.

She rushed out of the Rectory.

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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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Tobias got himself a lighter and weed when he arrived back at his Rectory, then he stood by his window, staring out to the night as he smoked.

As expected, the rat under his bed was already gone when he came back, so he’s alone now.

But no matter how hard he smoked, the taste of her p+sy refused to just vanish from his mouth.

Damn that juiciness.

That slow bî+ch is persistent, both in person and in taste.

They’re always like that.

Kelly? Ruth? Now her.

Hard to hide.

His mind lingered on Kelly, and he did a little flashback to the night he found her riding Dean’s có+k in her hostel in Hollow University.

He never formed attachment with the bitches he fucked.

One month, he was done with their ar+es, but he f+ked Kelly for three months to the surprise of his cult and himself. He was stunned, too.

Maybe because she posed like a innocent little lamb too, at first.

But she proved she wasn’t anywhere near innocent when she pulled that move with Dean on the night of the faculty dinner.

He’d have killed the two of them, but Kelly wasn’t that important to get killed for her p+sy.

Dean wasn’t worth dying by his hands too. He kills people who’re worth it, not ones like Dean.

Not ones like Kelly.

So he only gave them little slashes and let them go.

But this new innocent-act one even makes him wanna kill Valhalla Club Leader now. He wants to kill him.

She probably thought he was disgusted with her earlier, but he was actually disgusted by the fact that Valhalla Leader lay his hands on her.

He’s disgusted by Valhalla Leader, not her. He wants to kill that fucker.

And he will.

He took a drag, grunting as it hit the right damn spot.

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