"Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. I've never thought mortification was a path to God, and neither is the denial of the human experience He gives us."
Kelly gave her a look of confusion as Chaos gently guided the good father back onto the bed, and laid him on his stomach.
"You'll like this, I promise."
She took a moment to admire his form. For a minister, he had certainly avoided most of the physical perils of his profession. He was fit, not overly so, but enough to see that he had made the attempt. He was a puzzle to her. He didn't follow the pattern that most holy men did. Then again, nothing physical was a mystery to her, and neither was the tension in his shoulders, the knots in his back, and the connections his nerves made.
"Relax, father. I'll see if I can get you feeling like you've never felt before. Did you know a proper massage is never supposed to hurt?" She placed her hands on his shoulders, and began to rub them, using her Awareness to make the most use of her hands. To him it just felt pleasant. To Chaos' eyes, her hands were affecting more than his back. "We never really know how much living strains us, and how much that strain affects us." She moved her hands lower, enjoying the feel of his shoulders relaxing under her ministrations. On her way down to his lower back, she lightly nudged a nerve and shifted a pert of his spine. His temperature began to rise ever so slightly; his heart started beating a little faster. Best of all, he was paying attention to her voice, drawing him into an almost hypnotic state of relaxation, but not exhaustion. Her preferred balance for lovemaking. "But once this strain is removed, we sometimes wonder why we never saw it in the first place." She heard him groan as his back released, and numerous things that were out of place snapped back into place in a moment. Chaos worked even lower, into his tailbone, and the cheeks of his buttocks, working on the nerves that ran everywhere. She grinned as his member began to rise due to these... well the way she was manipulating it, rather pleasurable feelings. Finally, there was another "snap" and she was done. He was ready. And he'll never know what hit him.
"Ok, Father, let's see to the only stiff thing that should be left." She shifted, to allow him to turn over, and she met him with a kiss as soon as he was settled. She let him get used to the more sensitive nature of his body, and she tried, probably unsuccessfully, to hide her amusement at his reaction as she lowered her mons to rest on his now hyper-sensitive cock. You didn't expect that, did you?
She slid down his body, making sure to never lose contact with his member. She only broke contact when it reached her chest, and her face was level to the tip of his penis. She gave a quick peck it's crown before looking up. "Well then. Let's enjoy ourselves, shall we?" With that she went down on him. She used her tongue to explore the detailed underside of the head. She heard him groan a few times, but she paid him no mind. She knew when to stop, and if she wanted she could keep him on edge forever... but that was not fun. Actually
She disengaged from her... service. "You know, I think this boy is warmed up already. I don't have to go too far down here. Your turn Father, do what you will."
_________________ A man said to the Universe, "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the Universe, "the fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."
- Stephen Crane
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