Trinity Blood, Abel/Catarina, penance
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” Catarina purred with a smirk as her fingers made quick work of the fasteners that held Abel’s robes closed. He watched with lust darkened eyes as she pushed the material aside, kissing her way down his chest as she gracefully sank to her knees, her ruby lips curling in amusement.
He reached down and rested a hand on her golden hair. “Confess your sins, my child, and receive your penance.” His voice was deeper than normal, laced with desire as her fingers lingered on the front of his pants. He stared down at her, imagining the picture they must make. Him with his robes open to reveal a muscular chest and pale skin while she knelt before him, her skirts spread around her like a blanket.
With a quick tug, she opened his pants and pulled him out, wrapping her small hands around his hardness to stroke with a light, teasing touch. He purred at the feeling, his hips moving slightly before he groaned when her lips wrapped around the flushed head, his eyes falling shut as he tipped his head back. She chuckled as she started sucking, bobbing her head to surround him with a tight, wet heat. Growling softly, he rested his other hand on her head, holding her in place as he started thrusting into that wicked mouth.
There was a rustling of cloth, and he looked down to find one of her hands had worked its way beneath her skirts. A moan slipped out of him as he imagined her fingers slipping through her own wetness, teasing the hard nub at the apex of her soft lips before sliding into her with the same rhythm as his thrusts.
Finally, he growled and spilled himself into her greedy mouth. “You are forgiven, my child.”
Catarina pulled back and smiled up at him. “Not yet I’m not,” she countered with a pout. She lifted her skirts to reveal blood red leather wrapped around her hips and locked with a brass lock. She smirked. “Care to help a poor sister out, Father?”
Purring, he pushed her back on the floor, determined to find his own penance.