Devil at the Vatican (BL)

Chapter 48

Elio woke to the sounds of grunting and skin slapping, and the pleasure of something wrapped tightly around his own manhood. His body writhed from the sensation and his testicles ached to release, but the strangeness of it withdrew any notion of orgasm from his body.

Through barely parted eyelids, Elio first saw the face of Nikolai on his hands and knees above him, mouth on his hardened member, suckling him like a beast. Nazaret was on his knees behind Nikolai, head thrown back in rapture as he pounded into his ass, making his entire body jolt from each thrust. Both men were moaning and sweating from the endeavor.

First, Elio tried to jump up and scramble away from them, but he soon discovered that his arms and legs were bound at his sides. Then he tried to speak, but no words would come out. He panted and wheezed but could not get his vocal cords to cooperate in his attempts to tell them to leave him alone.

Nikolai's lips tightened around him. His eyes met Elio's and he sucked him harder at noticing he was awake. Elio tried to stop his eyes rolling back but the man's tongue flicked and circled deep into his flesh, tantalizing him. Elio bit his bottom lip hard enough for the pain to bring him back to his senses, but Nikolai stole his sanity once more by palming his full testicles.

He tried then to focus on where he was and some sort of route to escape. Elio looked around in between long blinks from the distracting pleasure.

They were in an ancient building, a room shaped like an octagon with a high dome ceiling whose very crest revealed a circular skylight. The walls were the color of old bones, composed of some sort of ashy brick, and the floor of cold stone or decayed marble. Upon each wall there was a wide arched opening, eight in total, leading to different areas and rooms. The sound of Nazaret and Nikolai's lovemaking echoed heartily in this place.

Nikolai took Elio's full length into his mouth and Elio could feel himself throbbing in the disgraced priest's throat. He strained against his binds as the sound of Nazaret's thrusts grew faster.

"Is he close?" Nazaret asked his partner.

Nikolai made a gurgling sound around Elio's manhood, a sound he recognized as affirmation. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, fighting the building pleasure at Nikolai's expert suction. He felt the priest's lips slide up and down his shaft hungrily.

"Send him to heaven," Nazaret moaned as his hips slammed hard enough into Nikolai to make the other priest wince from the pain.

Nikolai kept his eyes on Elio as he then reached up to gently circle Elio's nipple through his shirt. That was enough to send Elio over the edge. A mind-crushing climax rocked through him. He wailed and writhed hard, every muscle tense. At the same time, Nazaret cried out in rapture as he pounded into his lover, emptying into him with abandon. Nikolai moaned too as he drank down Elio's orgasm in heavy gulps.

"He tastes incredible," Nikolai told Nazaret.

They separated themselves and climbed off Elio who lay still now, utterly ashamed. Nikolai grabbed Nazaret's face and kissed him with a mouthful of semen. Nazaret's eyes rolled back at the flavor.

"I told you not to touch him while I was in my chrysalis," a familiar voice boomed from one of the eight corridors.

Elio's heart froze as Jonah walked into the large room, wearing a wet black tunic that clung to his long muscular body, outlining every detail of his masculinity. He looked almost identical to how he appeared inside Elio's soul, broad shoulders and long graceful neck with skin the color of the night sky.

The only thing that was different were his eyes. They were the same as Elio's in their shape and forest coloring. And immediately Elio knew what he had done.