Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 25: Demon & Nightmare

Chapter 25: Demon & Nightmare

- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Hotel By Montell Fish/ Church by Chase Atlantic)

"How about we play Priest?" Kathrine hummed and my eyes widened as I looked up at her mischievous eyes, she continued "I will make you orgasm and you confess to me how good I’m making you feel."

She didn’t even give me a chance to object, as if she already knew I wouldn’t be able to do so even if I tried.

Her hand found its way under my long skirt, my skirt that reached my calves.

I don’t even know how she managed to pull my skirt up so quickly.

" Please..." That’s all I could say as her hand hit my panties, making a knot start in my lower abdomen.

"You are such a dirty little girl." Her hand massaged my clothed pussy, whispering as her other hand moved to suddenly grab a handful of my hair.

Pulling my hair to the back, making my neck bent backward so I’m able to look into her eyes " Keep your eyes on me while I play with that hungry little thing between your legs."

I don’t know how, but a whimper escaped from my mouth when her whisper entered my ears.

Her hand slowly moved inside my panties, my breath hitched but hers did too as she cussed under her breath " Fuck, you’re soaked."

Kathrine smirked, leaning down so that our faces were so close " You are a bad, bad girl for getting wet in this holy place, little devil."

I wanted to object, I wanted to come up with excuses.

I’m not a bad girl.

I’m a good girl.

She is just saying this to get under my skin. My train of thought was cut off when her fingers started massaging my clit, the knot in my abdomen tightened, and my orgasm started forming.

" I can’t wait to taste you." When she whispered this, a whimper rumbled in my throat.

NO.

NO.

NO.

I should not want her mouth on my pussy, I shouldn’t even be letting her do this to me, I shouldn’t be enjoying this.

" Kathrine~" I don’t know how her name slipped out of my mouth when she pushed her middle and ring fingers inside me.

" Yes, moan my name again, little devil." My body automatically obeyed when her fingers curled inside me, hitting the spot that made my legs tremble and a whimper of her name escape my mouth.

"Kathrine~"

My hands which were still trying to put distance between us fell to the sides, allowing Katherine to step closer, squeezing my body against hers.

Suddenly she spun me around, my back against her chest, her hand still on my panties as her other hand was now covering my mouth while the two of her fingers were still abusing the sweet spot inside my pussy.

A cry wanted to come out of my mouth but was stuffed back into my throat due to her fingers that are now fucking my mouth.

Saliva is all over my chin and mouth, Tears are running down my face, and my eyes are rolled to the back of my head.

"Just like that, little devil. Come for me." Her face was buried into my hair from the back, she was breathing me in as if she was addicted to my scent, whispering the command that made my body obey again.

I whimpered, my toes curled inside my shoes, I could feel my pussy getting even more soaked than it already is as I was hit with an orgasm.

Heat pooling in my womb, something moved in my lower abdomen as I cried out, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head again.

With shaky legs I held onto the wooden barrier in front of me, resting my cheek on it, breathing heavily with closed eyes trying to come down from my climax while still feeling her fingers inside me, but they weren’t moving.

" Fuck, I want to clean you up with mouth." She whispered those words that made my pussy clench around her fingers hungrily again.

She spun me around again, pulling my hair roughly so I would look into her eyes, my tearful eyes widened when she pulled her fingers out of my pussy, they were soaked with my slick as she put them into her mouth.

She sucked my juice from her fingers, moaning with closed eyes as if it was one of the finest wines to ever exist.

My eyes were wide as I watched her tongue licking her fingers and between them.

My body started heating up, I could feel the blush painting my face, and my pussy is clenching around itself as if it was calling for her tongue to lick it just like she is licking her fingers now.

" You taste so sweet, little devil. Next time I’m going to spread your legs open and eat your sweet pouty pussy until you squirt in my mouth, over and over again... And even when you pass out, I won’t stop until your body is twitching uncontrollably."

Kathrine’s words hung in the air like a dark, intoxicating promise, her voice dripping with heat and wickedness.

My body betrayed me instantly. A shiver rippled down my spine, and I clenched my thighs together, a futile attempt to suppress the ache building inside me.

Desire clawed its way through me, raw and all-consuming. Her words painted images I couldn’t push away, no matter how much I tried to resist.

My breathing hitched, and my chest rose and fell erratically as my body craved what she promised.

But I knew it was wrong. So, so wrong.

I clenched my fists, guilt twisting in my stomach like a knife.

What was happening to me? How could I want this? How could I enjoy this? My mind screamed at me to stop, to push her away, to run, but my body didn’t listen.

It betrayed me, leaning into her presence, drawn to the heat radiating from her.

And then the fear set in.

The fear of eternal damnation in hell. The fear of my family finding out. The fear of society labeling me as an outcast. My boyfriend, my parents, the people at school—they’d never forgive me.

They’d see me as tainted, as unnatural, as gay. As a sinner.

My hands trembled, and a tear slipped down my cheek as I thought about what this meant for my soul.

I shoved Kathrine away suddenly, my movements jerky and desperate. "Get away from me!" I hissed, my voice trembling as much as my body.

Kathrine laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a pang of shame through me.

She didn’t move, didn’t flinch, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"This is wrong!" I stammered, my voice rising. "You’re going to burn in hell for this. For being... for being gay. You’re disgusting, and I won’t let this happen again!"

She stepped closer, her smirk deepening. "I always get what I want," she said, her voice silky and confident.

"You’ll burn in hell for this!" I spat, my voice cracking.

Kathrine leaned in until her lips were just a breath away from my ear. "And guess who’s going to burn in hell with me, little devil."

Her words sent a jolt through me, and my body trembled uncontrollably.

She pulled back just enough to let me see the glint in her eyes, the satisfied smirk on her lips as she drank in my fear and confusion.

"See you later, Glyndon Walton," she whispered before turning on her heel and slipping out of the confessional.

I stayed behind, my legs shaking so badly I had to grip the wooden seat to keep from collapsing.

My breath came in ragged gasps, and tears blurred my vision as guilt and shame crashed over me.

I glanced up at the cross hanging above the confessional, its polished surface gleaming in the dim light.

How could I have let this happen? In a holy place, no less?

Tears streamed down my face as I buried my head in my hands.

My prayers for forgiveness came out in broken whispers, but even as I begged for absolution, the memory of Kathrine’s touch and her words lingered, and my soaked panties reminded me of what the big sin I had just committed.

I was lost, terrified of who I was becoming—and terrified of the part of me that didn’t want her to stop.

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I went straight home, my heart still racing. I locked my bedroom door, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower.

I scrubbed my skin until it was raw, desperate to wash away the guilt, the shame, her. But no amount of soap could erase the memory of what happened.

I crawled into bed after, pulling the covers over my head as if they could shield me from my thoughts.

Sleep came quickly, but peace did not.

In my dreams, she was there—-Kathrine, only now she wasn’t just her.

She was a demon in hell, her smirk sharper, her eyes glowing with an unholy fire as she whispered filthy promises into my ear.

Her hands roamed, her voice a taunting melody, coaxing me to give in.

And I did. Over and over, I let her pull me deeper into the darkness, into hell, unable to resist her touch.

I woke up with a start, gasping for air, my chest heaving.

My room was dark, but the nightmare still clung to me like a shadow. Then I heard it—her voice, low and amused.

"We kind of do look hot in these pictures."

My body froze, in terror, locking me in place.