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🖤 Cleansing || Ash Landers x reader (2/2) 🖤

Every night since the day he revealed his true form, Ash snuck you into his room.

The other members of the church could tell something was going on between the two of you. You weren't given nearly as difficult duties and responsibilities.

You weren't treated as badly.

You were doted on.

And they certainly noticed your nightly disappearances.

Out of fear, they chose to keep quiet. Ash would most likely have their heads should anything be said about you. You were off limits. It was now a well known fact.

And none of them wanted to be found deserted in a back alley of London. Or worse.

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"Shit! Ash! Please don't stop!"

Your desperate, pleading cry was muffled as your head was pushed down into the plush pillows of your lover's bed. Relentless thrusting of his hips prodded your insides causing a flurry of pleasure to wash over you.

The feeling was intoxicating. Addicting. Well, it was any word which could describe pure euphoria. Your body burned desperately. Ash's blunt nail's dug into the supple skin of your hips.

"Fuck! That's a good girl. Taking what I give you. How dirty~"

The vulgar words only served to amplify the burning sensation in your stomach. It was all too good. But in your heart it felt so wrong.

When you had initially been bestowed in "Angela's" care, it certainly wasn't to sneak around like this - behind everyones back. It was shameful to a degree.

The entire reason you were in this place was because of your previous lost chastity. Impurity was such a concern and now this was what was happening. A repercussion of everything? It was mind boggling.

The borderline harsh thrust Ash gave pulled you from your thoughts.

"What you thinking about pretty angel?"

A stifled cry left your hips as Ash nearly seized his movements. Only the slightest of gyrating was detectable. What were you to say to him? Did you tell him about the feelings of shame . . . the feelings of disgust with yourself? Because that was what it was. Feelings of being unclean.

But it wasn't because of him. Did you dare to share all this?

Ash pulled out of you before pushing forward once again. "Come on precious. Why don't you tell me?"

Unbeknownst to you, Ash could detect the change in your pulse. The way it changed from its normal, more regular beating to frantic and erratic.

He still remained deep inside of you, the smallest movement of him grinding his hips. You averted your eyes, opting to bury your face back into the pillow - completely unsure of his reaction. Would he laugh at you? Tell you how stupid you were? Kick you out?

Tell you that everyone else was right? That you truly were worthless . . .

Ash could tell from your increasingly fast heart rate that whatever thought was plaguing you was difficult to express. And for once in his life, he didn't know exactly the right words that you needed to hear. Human's were odd. One moment they were fired up, the next they were struck down - trapped in their own little heads coming up with stupid little theories. Because Ash knew that whatever awful thought that was firing around your pretty little head was stupid.