Chapter 3: Rising Action
Isaac licked over his lips. On his knees in front of the Father. “Just a small taste.” He promised, leaning forward and licking Benin’s huge, heavy and hard cock. Isaac smirking as the aphrodisiac in his saliva got to work.
He watched as Benin began to squirm uncomfortably, a glistening sheen of sweat breaking out across his forehead. "Relax," Isaac whispered, reaching up to cup Benin's face, his touch featherlight. "Let me show you what it feels like to let go."
The air thickened around them, crackling with a palpable tension. Isaac leaned back, watching Benin writhe beneath him, his eyes wide and pleading.
Isaac couldn't help but smirk. "You want more?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. Benin nodded frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Isaac's grin widened. "Then take off those clothes," he commanded, reaching for the zipper of his own pants.
Benin hesitated for a moment before quickly shedding his cassock, leaving him clad only in his white undergarments. Isaac's eyes darkened at the sight, his pulse quickening.
He could feel the intoxicating pull of Benin's lust, a potent elixir that fueled his desire. He reached out, gently grasping Benin's wrist and leading him to the cold stone floor. The two men knelt side by side, their bodies pressed tightly together.
"I must confess," Benin stammered, his voice hoarse with need, "I have never experienced anything like this before."
Isaac chuckled softly, his fingers tracing along Benin's jawline.
"No need to confess, my dear Father. I can see the sin within you." He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning against Benin's ear. "And I am here to absolve you."
As if drawn by an invisible force, Benin found himself leaning into Isaac's embrace, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He knew this was wrong, that he should resist, but something about Isaac's presence made him feel alive in ways he had never felt before.
Suddenly, Isaac kissed Benin, his lips surprisingly soft and warm. Isaac’s saliva did funny things to Benin’s head. Benin’s body beginning to tingle with warmth as he wrapped his arms around the incubus and rolled them over so he was on top taking control of the kiss.
Their tongues danced languidly against one another, exploring every nook and cranny of their mouths. Benin shivered as Isaac ran his hands up and down his back, sending chills down his spine. The feeling of Isaac's skin beneath his fingertips electrified every nerve ending in his body.
"Are you ready?" Isaac purred, running his tongue along Benin's neck.
"Yes," Benin replied, his voice barely audible from the intense arousal coursing through his veins. “I want your lips on my cock.” Benin breathed.
“As you wish.”
Isaac smiled slyly, his gaze locking onto Benin's engorged member. He leaned forward, his lips brushing lightly against the tip before wrapping his mouth around it. Benin groaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily as Isaac began to suckle.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, teasing the ridges before sliding deeper down the shaft. Benin's moans grew louder, his grip tightening on Isaac's hair as he thrust harder.
Isaac's lips stretched tight around Benin's erection, his throat constricting with each eager pump. He could smell the musk of Benin's arousal, a scent that wafted through the air like a sweet, forbidden perfume.
"Oh yes," Benin cried, his voice strained and desperate. "Please, don't stop."
Isaac tried to pull back to tease the man but was surprised when Benin grabbed the back of his head. Before the priest began to roughly fuck into Isaac’s mouth with abandon. Isaac gagging slightly on Benin’s cock as the priest’s balls slapped his chin. Isaac loved how naughty Benin could be, even if he had been a good boy all his life.
"You like that, don't you?" Benin growled, his tone husky with lust. Isaac released his cock with a pop, turning his attention to Benin's balls. His tongue darted out, lapping at the sac, causing Benin to shudder in pleasure. They continued this dance for several minutes, each movement pushing them closer to the edge.
"I want to feel you inside me," Benin finally confessed, his voice trembling slightly.