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Sweet Sin – Chapter 25,26,27&28
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By Naomi Cindy B.
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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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[Graves Memorial Estates]
The examining room is busy tonight.
Not with just any corpse, but with the corpse from the Church.
Uncle Will had extra examiners taken into the Estates to examine the body and run forensics maybe he might be recognized from somewhere around.
Hot machines beeped in successions.
Blood samples and hair samples came in and out of the room.
Masked examiners with careful eyes and minds patrolled, working hard.
Uncle Will stayed outside the room, sitting upright with unfriendly face.
His fingers are interlocked, and he’s piercing himself with his nails as he stared into space.
The going and coming examiners are only a blur for his sight. They’re like ghosts in their white coats.
Odium.
Those bastards are just as scary as their name, and the most amusing thing about them?
Other Cults have numerous tattoos to mark their initiation or sign their skin to show their cruelty, but Odium members don’t do that.
None of them are tattoed.
They have the cleanest, healthiest skin ever. Only few of them smoke.
They’re hard to recognize. They can enter anywhere without attracting suspicions.
These peeps are mad.
As far as he knows, Tobias became one of them in highschool.
Even before he became a cultist, he was already the unbearable Black Sheep of the family who went around beating people up and surviving on anarchy.
That must be what attracted the cult to him.
He got initiated, and he got worst, but when he entered college? He got worse and irredeemable.
The cult entered his bloodstream completely he was always wanting to see blood or punish people in weird ways.
So, he had to make the decision of sending him to seminary.
Of course virg+nity is required before seminary, and Tobias?
That punk f+ked too many females. His body count could fill two palms.
He had to get his online and offline details wiped and then forged him a way to seminary.
Surprisingly, immediately Tobias went to seminary, his cult went extinct. Odium has been unheard since then like they disappeared.
But he was only deceived, cos right now,
They’re back.
Back and sending carved bodies?
Uncle Will inhaled, the smell of antiseptic sweeping through.
The examiners came out, and he quickly stood.
“What’s out?” He asked.
“The carved body was from Ohio. He was a pickpocket with criminal records.” They explained.
“This same America?” Uncle Will’s eyes dropped.
That only means these Odium fuckers are in this same city.
Where the f+k are they hiding?
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[Savior’s Alive Church]
When Tobias got back, he met just exactly what he expected, just that it came with an unexpected bonus.
He expected Jude to bring the Loaner Boss to him cos he knows that coward would never be able to do the kill, but what he didn’t expect was the fresh wounds on the Boss’s face.
Jude sat in his Rectory calmly.
The freshly beaten body of the Boss lay unconscious on the floor.
Tobias kicked the body out of his way so he could walk past the spot. He has a proud smirk plastered on his lips.
“I didn’t kill him,” Jude muttered.
“I know,” Tobias mused.
“But it’s not because I couldn’t,” Jude looked up. “It’s because I knew he doesn’t deserve my kill. It’ll be too simple for him. So I brought him to you for a proper kill.”
“Tonight is exciting as f+k,” Tobias laughed with his chest. The sound echoed within him. “I knew you had the corruption in you, J.”
Jude breathed.
Tobias went inside without another word.
When he returned, he held a loaded syringe and needle which he tossed smoothly at Jude.
Jude caught it.
“Stab the motherfucker in the chest and inject the shit.” Tobias instructed.
Jude went down, raised the needle, and did as he was told.
He stabbed the Boss and injected the shot in his chest.
With a sharp, loud gasp, the man jerked back to life, eyes opening.
Jude dropped the syringe.
Tobias sat, crossing his legs.
Fûck, he could still feel her mouth around his length. This ain’t normal.
Loaner Boss sat up, looking around stupidly to gather his bearings, but the black interior scared him first.
His eyes grew big.
When he turned the other side and saw Tobias sitting and Jude standing, his fear disappeared, replaced by pride.
“You?” He pointed at Jude. “You’re the dickhead who walked past my table at the bar! I bet you dropped something in my drink!”
Jude stayed silent.
Loaner Boss eyes moved to the second person in the room—Tobias.
His eyes thinned. “You? The Priest?”
“Oh,” Tobias looked at Jude. “J, he recognizes me.” He grinned.
“You are the Priest!?” Loaner Boss raised his voice, standing. “You’re the bastard behind this debtor? You’re—”
In a turn of events, Tobias took the gold-colour pistol from Jude and sent a shot, straight to Boss’s leg.
“Fû…ck!!! Aggghh!!!!!” His scream made the Rectory heat up, mouth wide as he went back down, holding his leg that’s already bleeding.
“Learn to talk modestly in front of your elders,” Tobias said casually. “Call me a bastard one more time, and you’ll bath with your own blood.” He shrugged.
“Y…ou….” Loaner Boss groaned, hands clasping around his leg as he looked up, looking terrified. “You’re…. you’re not a Priest.”
“Aren’t I, J?” Tobias faced Jude.
“You are, Father.” Jude mumbled.
Tobias faced Loaner Boss again. “Heard that? So shut the fûck up and enjoy your upcoming death.”
“What!” Loaner Boss gasped.
“Strip him,” Tobias relaxed.
“What! No…no no….no….no!!!” The man’s desperate screams fell off as Jude’s hands held him down fast.
Loaner Boss struggled, but it didn’t pay, cos his shot leg drained him already. His clothes left his body, and Jude threw the clothes to a side.
Grimm came out as if called.
He took the clothes between his teeth and began tearing them up.
He peed on the pieces too.
“It’s raining heavily outside right now, J.” Tobias looked up. “Get a chain around his neck like a leash and drag him to the last mountain behind the Church property. Tie him to the mountain and let the rain eat him up till tommorow morning. By tomorrow, I hope someone breaks my mood. I have to be in a foul mood before killing this ass.”
Jude obeyed, wanting to drag the Loaner Boss, but his shot leg kept him down.
He couldn’t follow.
“Get the f+k up, and walk!” Tobias spat at his face.
He dragged himself up, and Jude took over, pulling him out.
“Please don’t take me to the mountains! Please don’t take me!” He began begging. “No, please! I can return half the money you gave to me and I can forget about you! Please don’t trap me in the rain!!!!”
His pleas clashed with the walls till the door closed after him and Jude.
Tobias decided it was time to go see the second body at the old garage, so he moved and stepped out.
Walk to the garage was few minutes, and throughout those few minutes, his c+k stayed stretched. He has been hard since he f+ked her mouth. It’s not fuckin normal.
Does his impatient c+k want to be inside her mouth again? Or inside her p+sy this time?
Maybe inside her ar+eh0le.
He’ll wait and see.
Getting to the old garage, he flipped the trampoline away from the truck, and numerous black roses fell on him, wilted and withered.
The roses rotted, but the dead body didn’t rot. His cult must have used preservatives to make the carving permanent before sending it.
He rolled the body down from the truck with a metal and received it at his feet, scanning the back briefly.
The carving read; You’ve always been, and will always be a Odd.
“They sent a carved body for this?” Tobias let his voice out, staring at the body with a sigh.
As simple as it might look, he likes it. He’ll always be a sucker for this.
Tommorow morning, he’ll have it sent to the Memorial Estates.
Uncle Will is definitely gonna come see him this time.
Tobias stood there, staring.
Behind the garage, Nun Ruth stood like a wall gecko, making sure her figure stayed gummed to the wall so she won’t be noticed.
From there, she watched him.
She watched the insane man she has always loved and craved.
The man she’s falling harder for.
And inside the garage—under a jalopy car, Nun Estelle lay, watching him from there.
“Why does he look so good with that dead body? Wish I had a phone to capture this moment.”
Tobias ticked his head back, feeling a nipping sensation of being watched.
He knows about the two dumb females watching him, but this sensation he’s feeling?
It’s different from their eyes.
Someone’s watching him.
Someone from the shadows.
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[Next Morning – Dean’s Estate]
Seraphina didn’t sleep last night.
On her way back from club, she had a detour at the last open yarn store to get new bags of threads and needles, beads and hundreds other types of rare design materials.
And after the offload and Allison’s departure, she didn’t sleep. How could sleep come when she has a very tall work waiting.
She received more than three hundred orders last night despite the high price she set.
She selected the ones in this NYC first, and she started making their pieces since last night.
Thanks to her supernaturally-like fastness. She moved too fast.
She crocheted throughout the night, and this morning, she continued.
Gawd knows she doesn’t know when morning broke. She wouldn’t stop.
She doesn’t even know if Dean came home or now. She’s too deep into her work it’s not sure she has breaths.
By 8am, she made more than she expected, but she didn’t stop.
She sweated, got headache, fingers aching, but they’re signs she’s doing well. She likes them.
Unknown to her, Dean is by her door, watching her through the space between.
She didn’t close it completely.
He came home without Kelly last night after they heard the news about the missing Rednecks.
Kelly was too mad to follow him home cos they both know who’s behind it.
Who else has the ability to make people disappear without a trace in this city?
Tobias doesn’t leave the trail of his dead bodies behind. He takes care of them.
That’s why no one has ever found the littlest evidence on him.
Dean pondered throughout last night, and he concluded on going to Tobias Church to hit him this morning.
But passing by this room, he couldn’t not stare at her.
After the picture of her sent by Saint last night, he has been strange.
Strange in a kinda way that’s not understandable.
The buzz of his phone made him leave the door.
It’s Kelly calling.
“Come on out, Dean. I’m waiting. We gotta go to that f+ker’s Church!” Kelly shouted from the other end.
Dean rushed out.
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[Redd Estate]
“You’re saying there’s no particular date for when Seraphina would be captured?” Dora demanded, her impatience roaming the Penthouse.
They’re all present excluding Acosta who’s still not back.
A family meeting is ongoing.
“When Valhalla Leader says he’s gonna send Serpents to take care of something, then he’s gonna send them. Why not calm down with a deep f+kin’ breath!” Genevieve glared at Dora.
“Look into my eyes, mother. Do I look like I have calms to wear? I’ve got none! I want her gone as soon as fuckin possible!” Dora spat.
“Sit back down and stop yelling at your mother’s face!” Marley cut in from his end.
“No I support Dora’s anger,” Kimmy stood, fuming. “This isn’t only about the land documents in her possession, but her crochet is getting underserved attention! That can’t happen! Y’all know this shit!”
“A press conference will happen at noon, today.” Genevieve sighed.
“And what’s gonna happen?” Dora asked curiously.
“There’s gonna be an allegation against her,” Marley adjusted his glasses. “An allegation that she’s stealing her crocheting ideas from Dora’s hidden fashion catalogue which she stole before leaving the house.” He nodded.
“Bang!” Kimmy laughed.
“The icing on top will be that,” Genevieve continued, looking at Peach who’s eating a Peach at the other side of the table. “Peach will be the one to talk at the press conference. The public believes little children don’t lie.”
“Why haven’t I thought it this?” Dora laughed loudly.
“Nobody’s using my daughter for public lies!” Acosta’s voice rang in the penthouse as he entered.
He stood by the entrance with all shades of disagreement on his face.
Slowly, everyone stood, facing him.
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[Allison’s Mansion]
Bexley came in to an empty house. She has an extra key card, so her entry was allowed by the scanner, but Allison isn’t home.
“The hell?” Bexley checked her wristwatch. “At 8:30? What event required her leaving the house this f+kin early?” She hissed out, throwing her bag on the couch.
She entered the kitchen to get herself something to hit, and her phone rang out. She was scooping ice cream from the freezer as she picked the call.
“Yes?”
“This time, you’re gonna have to pay extra, Bexley.”
“Extra for what? Dude, you’ve been doing this shit for me for more than a year, and now you suddenly demand for a raise?”
“The drying process is taking longer this time, Bexley. The cash you brought in is more than a million.” The loud voice replied.
The money she makes during the naked dance at the club is always wet cos it’s mostly poured in the pool. After clubbing, she gives it to her dealer to dry up.
“You know this is something I could have done with my hairdryer,” Bexley scoffed. “But I don’t have the time to waste sitting and drying the notes one by f+kin one, so I gave you, a job that won’t even take you an hour, but you’re suddenly asking for—”
“You’re stingy, Bexley.” The dealer grunted and hung up.
“Pig,” Bexley rolled eyes, getting her ice cream and returning to the living room where she crashed on the couch again.
She had a scoop from her ice cream, and her mind did a swing to the pervert she met at the charity dinner.
Saint St. Graves.
Since she’s free today, should she dedicate her time to making him regret what he did?
Bexley got her phone and dialled a friend, relaxing.
“Hey, girl. Mind going with me to fûck the biker boy up today?”
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[Savior’s Alive Church]
Saint succeeded in dragging Tino with himself to this place, and as they both got down from their bikes in front of the Church gate, Tino pulled back for a bit.
“Wait…why aren’t we driving our bikes into the Church?” He asked, feeling very uneasy.
“Cos I don’t wanna introduce my bike to Church, d+k. C’mon, need to talk to Toby.” Saint responded and led the way to the Church compound.
Tino looked around before following him behind.
Immediately he entered, Dean and Kelly’s car stopped with a rough zoom. They both came out without talking to each other.
They entered the compound too.
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Inside the compound, Jude is on his way back to the Brothers Quarters.
He didn’t leave the mountain last night after leashing the naked Loaner Boss to a metal machine on the rock.
He stayed with him in the rain and watched how the rain beat him mercilessly. How the thrums dealt with every hole in his skin.
Though, he had an umbrella over his own head.
He had so much fun watching, and he had more fun hearing him beg for freedom throughout the night.
The rain was so heavy that it came with few ice cubes, and series of them fell on the punk.
He cried like a baby, shaking palely like his bones got pulled out from under his flesh and crushed.
He passed out this morning, and Jude decided to come down the mountain and go clean himself up.
But he suddenly changed direction to the Rectory.
He needs to see Father Tobias first.
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[Rectory]
It’s the full morning prayer time, and Tobias looked all ready in his vestments as he emerged from his Rectory, planning to go to Church.
Stepping out, a gust of wind whistled past his head—missing his ear by an inch. It slammed into the wall and stayed there, shaking.
Tobias eyes followed the wall, meeting the message in it’s glory.
It’s an arrow, and on the tip, there’s a tiny painting of a black butterfly with it’s wings clipped.
It doesn’t take a genius to know what this means; an insult to Odium.
Black butterfly is their sign.
Sending a black butterfly painting with clipped wings is disrespect.
Tobias plucked the arrow, staring at the message with a lip tilt.
He dropped the hand like he saw nothing and moving away from the Rectory steps.
“Yo, Toby!” Saint’s over-energetic voice seeped in, head slanted as he appeared with Tino.
Tobias went past them too fast. He didn’t even show recognition.
Saint’s hand dropped.
Apparently, Tobias ain’t in talk-mood.
But it was only the beginning of the morning cos Dean and Kelly are at the back too.
Just like Tobias did Saint, he slashed past him, but Dean wasn’t even gonna take being ignored.
He held Tobias by the the elbow, hurling him back, but Tobias?
He wouldn’t take being touched.
Especially not by Dean.
Especially not this morning when his mood is already off.
He pulled out his short gun from nowhere, pressing the nozzle at Dean’s throat.
“Get your hand off me, Dean,” he snarled, danger curling with every breath. A muscle jumped in his cheek, and irritation radiated from him like heat from a furnace, thick enough to choke on.
Dean was taken aback for sure, but he didn’t digest that before Kelly made a move behind Tobias.
She pulled a pistol, too, digging it at Tobias head from the back.
“Get your gun away from my man, right f+kin now!” She snorted, loud.
And she received her karma instantly, cos another pistol was jammed to her head from behind too.
Jude stood behind her, rigid.
“Shoot once, I’ll shoot thrice, Kelly.” Jude warned, threateningly.
TBC.
