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I straddled Monsignor's hips slowly, or was he straddling mine? It was hard to tell where his fingers ended and my thighs began. Our breaths were hot; mine of arousal, his of hunger. He prayed under his breath in desperate little whimpers, slowly bringing his shaking hands up to my curly hair, gripping it and pulling it back to expose my pale neck.
"Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here-"
My hands wandered; over his skinny waist, across his thighs that were tight in their black slacks. My fingers, eventually, traced his crotch fervently, oh so carefully, like one wrong move would send him scurrying away, whimpering and hiding in the corner like an abused puppy. But he didn't move.
Monsignor looked me in the eyes. His hair- black, soft, luscious- it clung to his forehead messily. His eyes were wide and pupils dilated. His lips slightly parted slightly as he tried to break himself out of his mantra of prayer.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, running his cold hand over my throat, watching me or, rather, watching my heart beat the blood through my veins at an ever increasing rate.
I shivered, but very soon realized why he was apologizing. I felt his supple lips press against my collarbone, but then they pulled back and his teeth sank into my flesh. I heard him moan and whine as he sucked just as I moaned and whined through the pain, and I looked down with wincing eyes to see his own eyes. They were heavyset and clouded.
"F-Father-" I gasped, jerking my head back. It was painful; he was tearing into me very harshly and I could hear him slurping and licking in-between each little groan and whimper.
"Ah-" I squeaked. My grip around his waist tightened.
"Shh, shh..." He whispered. Monsignor combed his fingers through my hair in reassurance as he felt me pull away. "Please stay," he pleaded.
He let his head up, and his mouth was covered in blood. It dribbled down his chin, over his neck, staining his little clerical collar. I couldn't resist his needy doe eyes, so I stayed put.
"Good. That's good... Good boy," he murmured, settling back into my lap- nuzzling into me like a cold, desperate animal- before delving back into my sweet, sensitive skin.