A Dark Wedding Night - Sex Stories

A Dark Wedding Night

... the pulpit, draped in smooth silk black robes trimmed in gold and purple, as his dark skin was rimmed with a golden halo that dusted the curls on his head. Calypso stood alone at the end of the red-carpeted aisle, looking up the two low steps to where the Father looked down at her, both hands rested on his great pulpit. He regaled her, eyes trailing her body. She felt strangely open, like a man of God could likely see her bare past her clothing.

"You look beautiful tonight, my child," he said, walking down and holding her hand, beginning to lead her up the steps and to his former position behind the pulpit. Calypso caught a glimpse of an array of tools underneath before she was pressed down on the cool wooden surface, breasts squishing with her ass exposed to Father's unrelenting presence behind her. "Do you know what you're here for, my child?"

Calypso stuttered, feeling dizzy at his overwhelming presence on her: his scent, his weight, and the current sensation of him pressed against her pussy. She attempted to swallow it all down, feeling unholy desire swirl in her gut. She was here to be purified, she reassured herself, face flushing guiltily at her sinful body.

"I'm here to be purified, Father, so I may be taken as your wife."

"Mmhmm" He hummed, reaching his hand between them and running a finger along her slit, which had slickened. Gathering her wetness on his fingertips, he brought it before her half-lidded eyes and showed her her glistening wetness. "Look ...

... at your sin, my child," Calypso whimpered, "Taste it, this is only the beginning of all your desires we will be purging tonight." Calypso wantonly opened her mouth, accepting two of his thick fingers in her mouth. The salty mix of her juices and spit settled on her tongue and leaked out the corner of her lips as the Father dragged his fingers along her tongue. As soon as he started he dragged his fingers from her mouth he resumed stroking her soaked pussy, trailing around her swollen clit as she mewled in pleasure.

"Look at you, relishing in your heresy. I have a fair bit of work cut out for me, having to cleanse such a jezebel."

"No...," Calypso trailed off in a haze. She wasn't a jezebel, she knew that. She'd spent her whole life praying and striving to please God, but Father's ministrations were overwhelming.

"No?" he asked, falling to his knees, lining his tongue up with her pussy, "Why's your cunt sopping if there's no sin to purge?"

"F-father!" She yelped, stunned at the foul language and the warm sensation of his tongue on her cunt, lapping up her juices as his fingers spread her lips apart for better access to her holes. She gripped the pulpit hard, letting her mind fall behind the fog of intense pleasure as her mouth fell open and let her moans slip past her parched lips. Time blurred as she slowly came apart under his tongue, his firm hands on her hips, gripping her ass so hard she felt the twinges of the crescent marks he was leaving on her skin. The ...