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“Sugar?” Kate called as she tilted her head. The computer screen was on and showing a painting. A nude woman stood tall before someone, their arms raised in praise or supplication as they knelt before the woman, fully dressed. Kate recognized the painting, a rather erotic one for John to have been looking at. Not that she was judging him, she just thought if he had choices when it came to porn, it probably wasn’t paintings. Then again… “You home?” She glance down and saw a note written in John’s careful script set on the keyboard-

Come to the bedroom, beloved. I’ll be waiting.

“What’s do—oh?” Kate stopped short in the doorway of the darkened bedroom. John was knelt on the floor and gazed up at her, eyes glowing faintly. The diffused light from the setting sun through the curtains made his pale skin and white dress shirt appear even more ghostly. “H-hey, sorry, did I interrupt a rosary?”

“Not at all, my goddess. I’ve been waiting for you to come home.” He said with a soft smile as he raised his arms. “Come to me.”

She stepped closer, pleasantly confused. He rarely wore dress clothes at home, and rarer still was a white button up, though calling her goddess did tip her off to what he was after. As her bare feet came to rest on the rug in front of his knees, he took her hands in his and gently kissed the knuckles. “I missed you.” He breathed, looking up at her from under his eyelashes.

Kate blushed, rubbing his fingers lightly with her thumbs. “Missed you, too.” She giggled when his hands released hers and slid over her hips, pulling her closer as he straightened to rest his head on her stomach, arms wrapping around her waist. His feelings bled into her body like a warm blanket, and she smiled as she registered just how aroused he was.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. You looked so beautiful setting off for work yesterday morning.” John murmured as his hands slid over the soft material. "And now you've come home in this pretty dress." His voice was soft and she felt it more than she heard it. It was the same voice he used when they lay in bed after sex or just waking up, reverent and low.

Kate pushed her fingers through his hair, humming softly as his hands came to rest on her lower back. She’d dressed up for a meeting on the mainland with a gallery curator, spending most of the morning fretting over the outfit and wondering if it was too fancy. Now she was glad she'd chosen it to come home in. “All day?” She asked softly, cupping his chin to turn his face up to her.

John nodded and kissed the palm of her hand. “And then I found that painting and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as his eyes found hers.

She grinned. “That’s why you’re all dressed up. Mm, looking so handsome just for me?” She asked, her own voice dropping in volume to match his. “You want to recreate that painting?”

John’s hands held the bottom part of her calves gently as he looked up at her. “Please, beloved. Let me worship you.”

Kate blushed and felt her heart rate spike. They both enjoyed taking the lead at times, but he took a special pleasure when she took charge, especially when it led to him kneeling before her. It was an adjustment for her, to be treated so reverently, but she was able to push through the waning embarrassment to make him happy. She cupped his face again and smiled. “My wonderful, beautiful man. Of course. But—” she stopped him as he had sat up “—I think I’ll undress myself.” She winked, stepping back. “You can watch.”

John sighed, sinking back onto his calves. “Thank you.” He said softly as she removed the clip and pins from her hair, letting it fall loosely over her shoulders and back. His eyes slid hungrily over her curves as she unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor, and he followed her face down as she bent to pick it up. She straightened just enough to come to eye level with him and kissed him softly, her perfume wafting into his nose. He returned the kiss and reached up to softly touch her face.

“Ah,” she caught him by the wrists, “not yet, pet.” She raised an eyebrow when he didn’t drop his hands. “Mm, there’s a good boy.” She smiled as he slowly lowered his hands to his lap. He rocked slightly back and forth at the praise, eyes glowing brighter with want.

She removed her undergarments quickly, but took her time hanging the dress up and taking off her rings and earrings. This was partly because it really was a nice dress, but also because it teased him, and she could already sense that he was worked up. She left the necklace on; a small dark blue vial, wrapped in silver filigree that he’d blessed himself. At first it had contained drops of the Angel’s blood, but after it had been vanquished Kate had destroyed the contents and allowed John to replace it with his own. In his sight it glowed and pulsed, resting between her full breasts as her heart beat steadily in her chest. He followed a pulse up to her throat and then to her face, allowing a sigh to escape him as she gazed down at him. Bare but for the necklace, she came to stand before him, studying his upturned face. “How long have you been in here, kneelin’ like this?” Kate asked softly.

John considered this, debating on what might happen depending on his answer. “Not long,” he decided, eyes fluttering as her fingertips barely brushed his scalp, “maybe ten minutes before you came in,” he sighed, “I-I wanted to be ready for you.” He amended, eyes fluttering open as he hand came to rest on the back of his head.

Kate smiled down at him as she nodded. She could feel his desire in his gaze and her touch. He had been edging himself, something he’d learned that he quite enjoyed even before his resurrection. “You’ve been workin’ yourself up again, hm?”

John blushed, a nervous smile flicking over his face. “Y-yes.”

“How many times have you come today?”

“None…” He said in a small voice.

“Lying is a sin, Father.” She smirked as she felt his need skyrocket at the use of his title.

“Once! Only once. On-on accident.” He said, looking up at her with sad, wide eyes. “I, uhm…”

“Tell me the truth and you’ll be forgiven, pet.”

He sighed as she moved a hair closer, his own pulse spiking as the smell of her perfume and arousal filled his nostrils. “I was eating. S-so we could-- so I wouldn’t need to tonight.”

“Who’s was it?” She asked, already knowing the answer and hiding a smile.

“You, yours, beloved. It’s only ever you that makes me so… needy.” He whispered, looking down as the tips of his ears turned pink. Feasting was always something that brought him pleasure, but drinking her blood, so willingly given, was an aphrodisiac like he’d never experienced before.

“Mm,” she nodded, letting her index finger drag along his jaw, “thank you for telling me. Now, did you have anything in particular in mind for this?”

John worried his lower lip as he looked up at her. This was something she enjoyed, making him explain what he wanted. Making him voice his needs, put into words these actions he fantasized about. It wasn’t necessary. He could communicate with her telepathically, and she could lay hands on him and know his thoughts like reading a book, but neither of those things would satisfy her right now. “Uhm…”

“Hands, please.” She took his hands in hers and brought them to her lips, kissing the backs of his fingers gently. “I should make you tell me everything you want to do… but I think, just tonight, I’ll give you a little grace.”

“Thank you, my goddess.” He murmured, awestruck as she held his hands, the back of his fingers pressed to her stomach. “M-may I sh-show you?”

“You may.” Kate nodded, releasing his hands.

John’s hands slipped down the front of her legs, enveloping the tops of her feet with his palms. He adjusted himself, letting his heels fall open as he lowered himself and kissed the tops of her feet chastely. Fingers slid up the back of her ankles, tracing parts of the tattoos that painted her skin. “Every line of your body, every curve and plane is seared into my memory.” He whispered as his hands drifted up her legs. He no longer touched her but instead followed the curves of her legs up, his skin millimeters from her own, feeling the heat radiating off of her like sunlight through a window. “Every minute I’m away from you is an eternity.”

“I’ll always come back, honey.” Kate said softly, studying him as his eyes traced up her body.

“I am not worthy of—” he stopped abruptly and whimpered as she grasped his hair by the roots and tilted his head up.

“What’ve I told you about speaking about yourself like that?” Her tone was soft, but had a warning edge to it.

John looked up at her sadly, his hands returning to his lap. “You don’t like it.” He said, disappointed in himself for upsetting her.

“That’s right. What have I said?”

“That…” John squeezed his eyes shut, a blush coloring his cheeks, “that I’m not allowed to debase myself when I am praising you.”

“Look at me.” Kate leaned closely, inspecting his face as he looked up at her. “If I had it my way you would never debase yourself, but yes. You’re not allowed to do it, not in praise of me. I did not make a mistake in loving you. Do not speak about my beautiful man as though he’s unworthy of my affection.” John’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Do you understand me?” He nodded slightly, though her fingers in his hair made it difficult. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes, my goddess. I understand.”

Kate’s fingers released his hair and she lightly scratched his scalp and kissed his forehead. “Good boy. You may continue.”

John sighed, leaning forward as she straightened. His forehead came to rest on her thighs and he drew a shaky breath to center himself. Speaking poorly of himself was something he struggled with, but the way she corrected him made it hard to resist at times. She was so full of such a fierce love for him that it brought tears to his eyes. “Thank you, beloved.” He said softly. Kate’s hands returned to his head, petting his hair gently.

“Pause.” She said in a normal volume. “Are you okay honey?” She asked after his breathing had evened out.

John straightened, looking up at her seriously. “Yeah, yes,” he smiled encouragingly, “are you?”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “how’re your knees?”

“Fine, just—just fine. Are you okay with this?”

“I am if you are. You seem a little shaky is all.”

“Oh, I’m just very excited.” John grinned.

Kate nodded, still smiling. “I thought so. Okay. Continue.”

He nodded, searching for a better way to phrase how he felt. “Thank you for always returning to me.” He said as his hands returned to tracing her body. “I’m forever grateful to be chosen by you. And I want to spend my life telling and showing you how magical and beautiful you are to me.”

Kate lifted her arms in replication of the painting as his hands hovered over the swell of her hips. She couldn’t entirely hide the smile as she felt the fingers of his right hand ever so gently begin to trace the tattoo of wisteria that trailed from under her left breast and over her ribs.

“You are art incarnate, my goddess. Everything about you makes my heart sing.” He sank back on his heels, arms lifted in praise, eyes aglow with love. Kate shuddered lightly as his fingers traced over her sides. He smiled. “May I kiss your wondrous body?”

“You may.” She said quietly, sighing as his breath ghosted over her navel. He placed gentle, chaste kisses along the line between her navel and vulva, spending time at the dimples formed by her hip bones and the tattooed snake that slithered toward her bellybutton. Kate closed her eyes, a hum escaping her as one hand held her lower back and the other slowly slid down her right leg.

He trailed kisses down the front of each of her thighs, fingertips tracing circles over her hips. He looked up to see her watching him through half-lidded eyes, and felt how her hips and back ached from standing and walking all day. “You’re hurting, beloved. Would you like to lay on the bed? Can I help?” John asked as his hands splayed over her lower back.

“Mm, stand, and hold me.” Kate said as she placed her hands on his shoulders. Quietly, John stood and wrapped his arms around her. He tucked his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply as her hands slid over his back. “Would you carry me to bed, pet?” She murmured.

“Absolutely beloved, thank you.” He whispered into her neck. With practiced movements he scooped her up into his arms, smiling as her hands draped over the back of his neck. Though he wouldn’t have been able to do this as easily prior to his resurrection, he was thrilled to be able to carry her now. The hand that held her thigh squeezed, relishing how her soft flesh pressed into his hand. Kate sat up, kissing him as he turned and softly lay her down across the end of the bed.

“You’re so good to me.” She kept hold of him as his hands moved out from under her and kissed him more deeply. He returned it, cupping her face in his hand as his other came to rest on the bed at her shoulder. She nipped his bottom lip and felt his breath growing quicker as she moved her knee to ever so slightly press against the crotch of his black dress pants. He was hard, and she could feel that he ached from teasing himself all day. She rocked her knee slightly and smiled as he shuddered, putting more of his weight on the hand by her shoulder. “Mmm, sweet boy…” she cooed, kissing his throat and drawing a gasp from him as her teeth grazed his neck.

“I want to taste you. Please, may I taste you, goddess?” He asked, panting.

“Hm…” Kate made a show of thinking, smiling wryly as he held himself above her, trembling slightly.

“I’ve been dreaming about it all day, please.” He whispered, moaning softly as she again kissed and nipped his throat.

“I’d love that, pet.” She smiled as she tucked a curl behind his ear.

He kissed her palm and then her cheek, muttering soft words of thanks and praise as he began to kiss his way down her body. His palms glided over her waist and hips to her legs as his nose dragged down her stomach. Kneeling again he lifted her knees to guide them over his shoulders, kissing the inside of her thighs reverently. He repeated his thanks and praise as his kisses moved closer to her center. Finally his tongue met her slit and he moaned as he began to lick her.

She inhaled, eyes fluttering closed as he licked, strong hands resting on her stomach. “Oh, that’s good.” She sighed.

“M-may I touch myself?” He panted.

“Mmm… no, not yet.” Kate propped herself up on one elbow and took his head in her other hand, smiling softly when he looked up at her pleadingly. Her fingers grabbed at the root of his hair and she pushed his face into her cunt with a satisfied moan as he began to lick and suck her clit, spurred by the denial. “M-maybe after this first one, Father.” She groaned.

John rolled his hips as he continued to lave his tongue over her pussy, desperate for any friction on his aching member. Her moans were exquisite, her taste was delicious and the aching in his heavy, hard cock made him desperate to bring her to orgasm. His middle and ring fingers swiped up her slit as he rested his head on her thigh. “Please, beloved, I’m so hard.” He panted as he pushed his fingers inside.

Kate moaned as his fingers slipped into her and began pumping; God, but his hands were magical. She again grabbed his hair and pushed him to her, shuddering as he renewed his ministrations in earnest. “You’re going to, oh…y-you’re going to make me come like this, and then, if you’re good, I’ll let you fuck me. Hmmm?" She asked, voice high and breathy. He nodded against her cunt, moaning desperately as her hands pulled his hair. “Good, Father, oh, just like that, mmh, yes…”

John licked and sucked at the bundle of nerves like his life depended on it, and he wasn’t entirely sure it didn’t. He pushed his fingers in as far as he could get them, curling them against that special spot inside that made her moan so perfectly. He looked up and saw her head tilt back, glowing pulse throbbing in her neck as he pulled her towards bliss. She was beautiful, delicious, and unbelievably his. He reached his free hand up and took hers, exhaling through his nose as his tongue dragged over her labia.

“Fuck, yes, baby, oh you’re doing so good!” She cried, her legs wrapping around his shoulders more tightly. In response he increased his speed, pumping his fingers and sucking harder. “I’m, ah, I’m—oh fuck, John!” She groaned, bucking into his mouth as she came. He continued his movements, pulling her through the orgasm as she writhed against him. He wasn’t going to stop until he was told, reveling in her moans and shudders. “S-stop, oh, stopstopstop.” She panted.
John raised his head with a gasp and sank back on his calves. He was lightheaded and breathless, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. He kept one hand on her knee while he licked the fingers of the other clean, watching her so that he could anticipate what she wanted next. He kissed the inside of one knee before resting his forehead against her thigh, eyes ablaze with need for her as they both caught their breath.

Kate sat up on her elbows, smiling crookedly down at him. "Such a good boy for me. Come here, baby. Let's get you taken care of."

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Kate moved to kneel on the bed as John stood. “Do you want to switch?”

“N-not unless you do.” He said breathlessly, and Kate smiled. He really was desperate if he was willing to take over in the middle of it.

“I’m fine with this,” she draped her arms over his shoulders, “now what to do with you, hm?” She pressed her body to his and kissed his cheek. “Do you want to come again, pet? Or did my blood satisfy you?” She purred.

He shuddered, hands pressing soft patterns into her back as she continued to kiss along his jaw and press her warm body to him. “N-not satisfied, no…” he nuzzled into her neck, murmuring that he could never get enough of her.

“Mm… sit down.” Kate said as she guided him to sit between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him, and her hands trailed down his body to the waist of his pants and slowly began to undo his belt and buttons. “You look so good in these clothes padre.” She whispered in his ear, and smiled as he preened at the praise. “Would you want to go to dinner out on the mainland one night with me? Let me show you off?” She asked quietly as she ran the zipper down on his pants.

“Sh-show me off?” John stuttered, blushing.

Kate kissed his neck, “Mhm… Take you out to dinner and show the world my handsome man. There’s a bar on the mainland I’ve been wanting to take you to, I think you’ll like it. It’s quiet, not too many people, music playing in the background… we could find a booth to curl up in…”

“That sounds nice.” John sighed as she unbuttoned the white dress shirt.

She kissed the cap of his shoulder as she pulled the shirt off and hugged him. Her hands drifted down his body and splayed over his tummy as she kissed his neck. “We’ll see about going next week. For now, though…” she freed his cock, humming in sympathy when he groaned as her fingers wrapped around it. “Oh you poor thing, so pent up…” She teased as she pumped his leaking member. It was evident he’d been hard for a long while, and he was desperate for release.

“P-please, let me make love to you.” He panted after he found his voice, head lolling back on her shoulder. “I was good, wasn’t I? So good for you…” he whimpered as her thumb dragged over the head, and he turned his face into her neck.

“You were, such a good pet…” she cooed and gently slipped him back into his pants. His confusion was evident on his face as she whispered for him to stay there. Straddling his lap she ground herself down into him, a satisfied sound leaving her as his cock twitched in his pants.

“Oh, no more teasing—” he whined, large hands grasping the soft skin of her hips.

“But you’re just so pretty when I do it.” She said softly, smiling as he turned bashful. John whimpered as she rocked her hips, struggling to keep himself together. He grabbed at the bed covers, another chorus of groans leaving him as Kate rolled her hips and bit his neck.

“Please, my goddess, please let me make love to you.” He panted, hands clenching and un-clenching in the bed sheets.

“My priest. My sweet, sweet man.” She hummed, sitting back to give him a break. She took his head in her hands and smiled warmly. “You’re so gentle, so kind.” She kissed his forehead, damp with sweat and desperation. Kissing his temple she sat up and pulled his head to rest on her chest as she stroked the side of his face. “I want you to fuck me, Father,” She smiled as he shuddered beneath her, his hands sliding up her thighs. “like an animal. Let out all that pent up angst. Hm? Okay?”

He nodded shyly and pulled her into a hug, his breathing deep and heavy. “Whatever you want. I will do whatever you want my love.”

“Take off the rest of your clothes, pet.” She said as she dismounted him.

John stripped, turned the bedside lamp on, and arranged his dress shirt over it so the light was softened by the fabric. Looking to her for confirmation, he crawled into the bed and adjusted them so that now she was in between his legs, his erection pressing against the swell of her backside and into the small of her back. He placed soft, slow kisses along her shoulders and neck, hands gliding over her body. Focusing on her helped regulate him, and he took his time. Kate moaned softly as his fingers began rubbing her clit again, the other hand palming her breast.

“You are the most beautiful thing in my life.” His voice was low, the rumble in his chest reverberating against her back as his breath rolled hot down her neck and over her shoulder. “Is it any wonder I fell for you? Look at you.” He guided her to her knees, a strong arm wrapping around her waist as he continued to rub tight circles around her clit. “From the moment I laid eyes on you I was lost.” He murmured as he watched her move. She sighed his name, shivering against the waves of pleasure as he continued to tease the nub between her legs. “So many years spent in celibacy gone in a single, perfect night.” He dragged his nose up her neck and inhaled. “I used to overhear the men in my congregation talking about others being ‘whipped’, talking like marriage was a chore. I never understood it. I still don’t. Every night I wake up next to you is a blessing. Every day I get to touch you a wonderful, blessed miracle that you want me to.”

“Yes, oh God, please, John, touch me.” Kate gasped as she rolled her hips back. She was aching for him to get to it already. As much as it grounded him, the praise and attention had worked her up, and she struggled to maintain her composure.

John hummed. “And now I have you asking me to fuck you like an animal.” He purred in her ear, smiling at the small gasp the dirty talk elicited from her. “Get on your hands and knees for me, please.”

Kate obliged and put her hands on the foot board of the bed, looking up at him over her shoulder. He nudged her knees further apart and, with one had grasping a hip, pushed in to her slowly, gripping her ass as he bottomed out in one long thrust. Kate sighed and lowered her head, leaning back against his hips. “Oh, yes, Father.”

He sighed, sliding out of her almost all the way and felt her grip the tip of him as she groaned. Oh, but this was heaven. “K-Kate ah…”

“Mm, you feel so good, pet.” Kate hummed, swirling her hips and pulling a moan from him.

John huffed and closed his eyes in an attempt to keep himself together. He pushed back in and she moaned deliciously, making him tighten his grip on her hips. “D-don’t, oh you’re going to m-make me—“

“But,” Kate groaned as she moved her hips, “it feels so good…”

His groan turned into a growl as he grabbed her hips roughly and took control of the rhythm again. She cried out but he barely registered it, focused only on how good it felt to finally be deep inside her. “Like. An. Animal.” He grunted with each thrust, feeling himself hurtling toward the precipice of an orgasm. He released one of her hips and reached around, finding her clit and beginning to rub harder than before. His other hand came to rest on the foot board next to hers, gripping the wood tightly. “Like this?” He asked in a high, breathy voice, and breathed a laugh as she nodded. “Come for me again, my goddess, all over my cock, please. I need it…” he pleaded into her ear.

She gripped the foot board to hold herself up and sighed as she relished the feeling of him surrounding her, a veritable inferno of lust and desire. She tilted her head, looking over her shoulder to his face. He silently asked how he was doing and was it, was he, everything she needed? She reached up and pulled his face to hers in response, kissing him so gently it caused his hips to stutter. “So good to me, oh, John…” she whispered, barely holding back a shudder of pleasure as he redoubled his pace.

His free hand left the foot board and slid up her back, grasping the back of her neck. “Come, oh please come beloved, I—I’m not—I c-can’t hold on—”

“Harder.” Kate panted, and pulled his free arm around as a sign to pull her up against him. He obliged, and held her against him as his fingers teased her clit and he snapped his hips against her. “Bite mebitem-- my shoulder—oh, yes!” Kate gasped and gripped his arms, feeling like she was barely holding on to the edge of the world as she came again.

John sank his teeth into the meat of her shoulder just before she came, and once he felt her clench around him he lost control. He held her to him tightly, fingers continuing to flick and rub her now overstimulated clit as he felt on the very edge. She cried out again, writhing against him and he was over the cliff. He tasted blood in his mouth as sparks flashed behind his eyelids and he spilled himself inside her, his tongue lapping at the blood. Muffled cries came from his mouth as he rocked his hips against her, chasing the orgasm until he felt like he could breathe again. He released her shoulder from his mouth and sighed heavily against her back, panting as they both recovered.

She guided them to lay on their sides, John wrapped around her as they came down from their high. Kate turned and looked at her bitten shoulder, smirking slightly.

“Left a mark. M’sorry.” John slurred, and placed a soft kiss on the tender flesh of her shoulder. He inhaled deeply and kissed her lips, coming back to himself. “’M g’nna go get some stuff, clean us up.” He murmured, and moved to extricate himself.

“Nooo,” Kate sighed, wrapping her arms around his middle, “we can shower, that’ll take care of most of it.”

“Okay.” John chuckled and kissed the top of her head. They lay on the bed for a few minutes longer as they murmured plans for a shower and dinner, basking in the afterglow as long as they could.