Warning: longg smut..Please don't read if this will offend you! This is purely fanfiction.
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“Are you ready to receive the gifts of God?” He asks you, though you are sure whatever you say will go unheard. Still, you decide to speak up.
“M-May I speak, my Lord?” Your voice is tiny, a mouse would squeak louder than you at this point you think, as he reaches a hand out to cup your face in his warm palm.
“What is it, my angel?” He asks, face softening as he looks down to you on your knees before him. You try your best to ignore the sight of his external sex organ in your clear line of sight, dangling right in front of your dry lips, not really knowing if you were succeeding or not.
You take a gulp of salvia to coat your hoarse windpipe, not really figuring out how to word this delicately. “My Lord, please, have mercy, I do not understand what is happening…”
He looks at you with adoration, something he’s done several times, though this one was different. His thick eyebrows twist upwards as he strokes the pad of his thumb over your mouth slowly, manipulating your bottom lip. You quiver under his touch, something you’ve only felt a handful of times in your year’s servitude with him, none of those feeling quite like this moment though.
He pushes his thumb past your lips and into your mouth, his heavenly body glowing brighter, it seemed. Though you haven’t the slightest idea what is happening to you at all, still stunned that the Father almighty is naked in front of your unwilling and undeserving eyes.
“I love you, my angel, just as I have loved all of my children…” He begins, the timbre of his husky voice shooting straight to the middle of your thighs, making your clench around nothing. “But, I made you so incredible - so perfect - so pure, it was hard to deny you anything, and like any doting parent would, I gave in to your prayers and wishes. I made it so you could follow your dream to teach the children of your village. But, because I meddled in your mortal life, I opened you up for the devil to walk into your life in the form of a fleshed out monster.” His jaw clenches, his dark brows furrowing from the ancient thought.
“The mistake was all mine - not yours - to bare. I put you in the hands of a mortal demon who took advantage of your body and spirit, though you truly did love him, rock on your finger and marriage on the horizon to prove that…He didn’t feel quite the same, he raped you a week before your ceremony and when he was finished with you, he murdered you in cold blood.”
You are shaking on your knees, naked, with your God’s finger shoved down your throat. What does he mean? This never happened to you, right? You have no memory of this, you try to rack your brain of some recollection of it over and over, coming up short each time.
