Taylor Eras Stories

Catechism, Carnage, Crooked - Lover/Reputation (Smut)

This story is in no means to offend any religion or person, I have the utmost respect for every belief. This work is purely fictional.

Day 16: Vampire/Religion

!Semi-Canon/AU!

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Lover kept her breaths steady, fingers crossed together in devotion; knuckles clenched as her wrist laid on cold marble - mumbling incoherent words to a savior above. Eyes shut, ears paying no attention to the silent creaks of the wood behind; voice whispering soliloquies.

"Lover?"

Then an exhale.

Slowly turning around she faced the figure; black and blonde strands structuring a sharp jawline.

"Rep," Lover glanced up, eyes shining from the dimly lit candles around, "what are you doing here?"

"I thought you could use the company," she shrugged, a small grin curving to her lips - glistening a canine fang if one looked hard enough, "you know, someone other than..." she waved to the large painting front and forward of them - a cross depicted of red stained man, "Him."

Lover chuckled, shaking her head back and forth, "while I appreciate it," walking up to Reputation, setting her fingers on her neck - straightening the suit's collar and bowtie, "you should get back to the reception." She smiled, pupils dilating to focus on handiwork. "The ceremony's over," an inhale deep through her nose, "there's no need for you to be at the altar."

"Well," Reputation looked to the sides of the church, seeming to admire its glory work with death-stricken warriors of God, "is it so bad I wanted to check in on my baby?" Lover huffed, rolling her eyes - tapping her foot; a slight thud each contact from the hollow wood. "Oh come on," Reputation cupped her cheeks; soft nails tracing the outline of her structure. "I love you." She smiled, gently pulling Lover's face forward to place a small kiss on her forehead; fingers running through hair.

"Hmm," Her partner looked up, a small twinkle in her eye, "I love you too."

It was meant to be sweet, innocent even - to an extent; but with the way Reputation gnashed her fangs , deepening the kiss, maybe she had bigger intentions then one would've thought. Grabbing Lover's chin, she raised it; upper canines dropping to the pink-haired girl's bottom lip - submerging flesh into a small divot leaking blood.

"Mmm," Lover let out a small whimperish moan, "babe," she seemed to want to protest but unsuccessful; succumbing to desire. Leaning backwards, dress somehow ended on the stone; altar now worshiping not its deliverer above but rather grotesque, destruction, monstrosities, and aphrodisia.

Reputation loved her way to the neck; teeth gnashing against flesh to create two diminutive holes once more - grasping life fluid on taste as if it was a dying meal: the last to ever savor.

"Want me to stop?" The whisper sent shivers down Lover's spine when hot breath caught right on her earlobe.

That logical part of Lover wanted to scream yes; yearning for the release of such an unholy act. But the rest of her seemed to bask in its sin - the very idea of going to hell somehow intoxicating.

"No," it was a mumble, almost too quiet to hear to the normal human ear - good thing Reputation wasn't human, "no keeping going."

Nodding, blonde and black strands brushed against innocence's abdomen as cloth raised to display impious wishes.

Wasting no duration, Reputation launched her mouth; apertures now also on Lover's stomach - blood trekking down from the wound above that was left once the vampire had desired another stain.

Pain to pleasure: Lover felt delicacy run its nails against clothed sex; dress seemed to discard minutes ago. Sweeping one digit, Reputation pulled the garment to its side; carnal wet capsulating between folds. Dipping one in, warmth engraved; teeth still clenching and suckling over.

Head flinging back, Lover fluttered her eyes for a moment; infectious gaze, sorrow-filled tears - shepherd catching immorality. She quickly shut them again, sinking fangs polluting her skin; maroon dripping marble - soaking, leaking, gushing; fleeting to gold: cross seeming to tilt when contacted.

Basking in pleasure, Lover paid no mind to divine peering through its cracks - fingers curving; ecstasy riveting to her core, pumping further: overfilling mind driving her mad.

Seizing climax, Lover clenched her body around digits; cool stone below making the experience all the more hypnotic while her insides vociferated ignition. Her brain raced as Reputation coaxed her through the orgasm, fangs sinking in the same neck wound - blood trekking again; suckling the remaining fluids ensnaring on tongue.

Exodus blanking; Reputation kissed her way back up - placing devotion right on Lover's lips once more.

Heavy breaths, she opened eyes; completely disregarding mess underneath - pulling up; pecking Reputation right on the lip coated in blood.

She gleamed down at the woman, that same damn glistening on teeth, "Might have to pray for some extra forgiveness for this one." A wink.

Lover scowled, irked. "Not funny."