“You naughty little priest!” I slapped his arm with a mock-gasp. “How dare you entertain such lascivious thoughts.”
“Oh no! Please forgive me,” he played along with an adorably bratty whine. “Do I need to go to confession?”
“Yes, you do.” Stavros' voice was rough with lust as he leaned up and turned to pin Zach beneath him. “Your penance is ten Oh Fathers, sinner.”
“Oh,” Zach whimpered, the sound needy as Stavros pinned his wrists next to his head, thick thighs straddling the young priest’s hips as he started slow, grinding thrusts. “Mm, Father.”
“That’s one.” Stav leaned down and took a rough kiss from his mouth. “Nine more. Up to you how long you want to repent.”
“Ohh, Fath—wait, no! That one doesn’t count.”
I giggled, stretching out on my side to watch them and take sips of their love and playfulness. It wouldn’t be many more Oh, Fathers before I jumped in for my own repentance.
32
Holy Staff
Azariah
“Jesus didn’t remain a virgin, that’s asinine.” The women in the front pews gaped at me like this information actually affected them. “I saw that guy with my own eyes, he turned some good tricks for a human. Nice ass on him too.”
“Did you ever…?” Only one woman was brave enough to ask the question, and she couldn’t even bring herself to say it fully.
“Me? Nah, he didn’t fuck with angels.” I shrugged. “He greatly preferred lovin’ on humankind, so that’s where he spent most of his time.” I brought the chalice of wine to my lips. “His loss.”
“I can’t believe this.” One woman looked on the verge of tears as she brought a hand to her chest.
“Aw, come on! This was the guy that turned no one away. He hung out with the outcasts, the lepers, the prostitutes. He had all the groupies, and you’re telling me he always kept it in his pants?”
“He wouldn’t sleep with prostitutes,” a younger woman argued. “Most, if not all, were forced into that life back then. Jesus wouldn’t take advantage of a woman in that situation.”
“You’re right.” I held my chalice out in a salute to her. “He wouldn’t and he didn’t. What he did was love everyone. The impoverished, disfigured, and abused—those who never felt love a day in their lives, he loved them.” I brought my opposite fist to my chest to emphasize the weight of that. “He loved the unlovable, something very few humans are able to do.” I brought the chalice back to my lips. “Sometimes it was through his teachings and acts of service, other times it was through his penis.”
A slow clap emerged out of the stunned silent church. I turned around to see Zachariah behind me next to the altar, an amused look on his pretty face as he applauded.
“You see, ladies? Father Zach approves.” I extended my chalice out to him, hoping he’d take a sip, despite the unlikeliness of it. “All right, that’s it. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you the real story of Sodom and Gomorrah.”
The women slowly filed out and I drained my wine after Zach didn’t come any closer.
“Nice sermon,” he smiled. “I can’t decide who’s been corrupting our people more, you or Deyva.”
“We do it in shifts,” I said. “She works from the top, down. Me, from from the bottom, up.”
A flush of color crept up his neck, but he was no longer the shy, frustrated virgin. It didn’t diminish my pull to him one bit. Rather, my attraction to him was even stronger now that his sexual confidence was growing, and his faith was not deterred. He also glowed with the love of his partners. It was all I could do not to run my tongue up his neck and taste every morsel of love they filled him with.
But that damned succubus had to go and claim him as her boyfriend.
“I never really thanked you,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “For saving Deyva and bringing her back. So thanks, Az.”
“You know...” I uncorked the wine bottle and refilled my chalice. “Blowjobs are also an adequate gesture of thanks up in Heaven.”
“I’m sure they are,” he scoffed.
Damn. The old Zach would have squirmed with discomfort and try to reinterpret that as something completely not sexual. I wasn’t fucking him or embarrassing him anymore, and what was the fun in that?
“There is something else I’d like to offer you,” he said, growing shyer. “As a thanks for Deyva and everything you’ve done for this community.”
“Oh, a threesome, then?” I perked up. “I could use