Darkest Desires

Sinning/Pecattiphilia

In the grand scheme of things, neither Steven nor Connie believed in any kind of higher power. Perhaps it was the things they'd been through, or maybe it was just that neither were super interested in it. They'd do all the normal Gen Z bullshit like fake praying and shouting, "Oh, God!" but they never really believed one was listening anyhow.

Yes, without a doubt, they did not belong here.

"It's a Wednesday, so bible study is going on upstairs." Connie stared at the pamphlet and grinned wildly. "This is nuts."

"Glad you agree." Steven bit the inside of his cheek as he stared up at the cross in bewilderment. There was some story about some guy being nailed to it and brutally beaten because people didn't believe he was real or something. What a strange story to tell young impressionable children.

Oddly enough, this was Steven's escapade, not Connie's. There was something to all of this that he was beginning to realize and it made him smile even harder.

Kink wasn't a linear kind of thing. Sure, some things made sense with Connie's dominance roaring to life enough to tie him down and sexually torture him. But other things like fucking during the thunderstorm didn't fit any kind of logic he could find. Kink wasn't logical at all apparently. So after a tiny bit of self exploration (really, he barely needed to look) he found that right at the top of his kink bucket list was railing his pregnant woman, premaritally, in a church.

"Are you sure this isn't about your Messiah Complex?" Connie giggled as he opened the door and bowed.

A hundred different responses wanted to bubble out of him, but instead he shrugged and put a finger to his lips.

Her eyes widened a bit and she glanced down pointedly. His eyes followed hers and saw his gem was aglow under his shirt. He raised an eyebrow and tried to will it away, but then he heard footsteps.

He couldn't tell which direction they were coming from, so he grabbed Connie's hand and led her into a dark and quiet sanctuary. They dove for a row of seats, Connie for them and Steven for the floor as they held their breath batedly.

"I could've sworn I heard voices," A man's voice said. "Bible Study does start in a few minutes."

"The good Lord will bring more young people to this church in the next few years, Pastor Mark." That voice was vastly feminine, and there was an edge to her voice he didn't quite like. Something about the interaction felt off kilter to him but he couldn't place it.

"Maybe the good Lord could bring me a wife, too," Pastor Mark grumbled.

Steven and Connie locked eyes at the wrong time and started laughing as quietly as they could. Of course they knew it was a rare occurrence in a church for a Pastor to be like... well, like that, but it didn't snuff out the hilarity.

Their voices faded away and things went still. Connie was rubbing her stomach and smirking to herself.

"What are you thinking about?" Steven teased, sitting up and gathering her into his arms carefully.

She finally let out a giggle and kissed his neck. "We're gonna end up sending our kid to hell too," She told him in mock earnest. "This is a sin, Steven."

A salacious smile rose and he pushed his fingers under her top. "Is that so?"

Like a chain reaction when she sunk her teeth in his shoulder, his hands flew to her ass to grind her against him. "Whoa, you're so excited."

"I'm always excited to get my hands on you–,"

She gasped and pressed her hand over his gem, enticing a muffled yelp of surprise. "Steven. What if you start glowing?"