When Evil overlaps Good

CHAPTER 8

“Stop, pl-please, stop” I whimpered.

I beat my flailing fists to Hades’ thigh to stop him but he merely took my wrists in one hand and pinned them on my stomach.

He began to sensually and slowly move his hips upward, making me feel every inch and every vein on his cock.

I hate it.

I hate it that feels so fucking good and that I’m forgetting about my guilt.

“Miss, is everything indeed alright?” the man on the other side asked, his tone suspicious.

Hades’ thumb continued to toy with my clit, strumming my body with gentle fiddles while he filled me up to the brim.

“Y-yes”

I bit my tongue to stop myself from making any lewd sounds that might expose the activity just a door away.

“Just overwhelmed, is all”

The man sighed.

“I understand, my child. Now where were we?”

I tried to remember too but with the way I’m currently impaled on Hades’ dick right now, it’s impossible to think of anything but the delicious friction every time he moves.

Of how his balls meet my lips by how deep he’s pushing all the way in.
Of how the outline of his cock is evident on my stomach every time he slowly thrust.

“Confess” the devil on my ear whispered with a pant.

Sweat glistens on his brow and his pupils dilated when my face twisted in pleasured agony. When I stayed silent, Hades pulled out until the tip of his cock only remains inside me before fully plunging inside me again.

I gasped.

A shocked whimper slipping from my constricted throat.

“Are you crying, my dear?” the man asked, and I glared at a smirking Hades.

I rotated my hips, trying to escape the overwhelming fullness but Hades groaned, telling me that it accomplished the exact opposite.

“Continue doing that and I’ll fuck you here even with that damn priest on the other side. So, his holy ears can hear the screams of a woman tasting heaven. Do you want that?”

I shook my head vigorously.

I wanted to punch the smug look plastered on Hades’ face. I hate him and I regret every offering myself to the devil. I repeated that mantra on my head, again and again.

All the while, Hades kept on thrusting, making sure that the joining of our flesh doesn’t make any wet sounds. He held my legs wide open, his cock entering and leaving my pussy, coated with my cream.

“Yes, I apologize” I finally replied to the man’s question.

Hades angled me, fingers stretching my pussy lips before watching his dick sink inside me, inch by inch. The sight made me wetter and I avoided to look at it.

However, a hand at the back of my head and fingers tightly gripping my hair had me forced to look at where we are connected.
At where his thickness stretches me and how his length filled me to my limit.

The sight is utterly sinful and dirty and hot.

“Do you repent these so-called sins, my dear?” the man asked, sympathy lacing his tone.

“Yes”

Lie.

The devil knows this and he thrust into me so hard that I nearly screamed. His fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs, while he glared at me in contempt and challenge.

“Confess” he whispered.

Another tear followed and Hades licked it flat from my cheeks.

I hate him.

I hate him so bad.

“I do repent them” I insist with a cry because it’s the truth.

Or at least what I believed is the truth until he adjusted the position so he can properly pound into me without a pause.

The sound of his balls, slapping into my entrance filled the confessional and I buried my face into the crook of his neck to muffle my moans. His thumb grew faster while his thrust grew harder and rougher that every breath is knocked into my lungs.

“No! No! I do not repent them!”

I tried to save myself at the last minute but it is too late.

I triggered the wrath of the devil and he is here to cause havoc.

“Oh! Ah! Ah!” I can no longer stop the moans when he pressed a palm on my belly and put pressure in there while he fucked me inside that confessional.

The creaking of the wooden bench intensifying the vileness of it all. Hades’ nail dug painfully on my clit while his hands grope and squeeze my aching, bouncing breasts.

The man on the other side is silent before the unmistakable sound of the confessional door opening, followed.
Then muttered curses as he stared at us, me with my legs wide open and Hades fucking me from behind.

“Hades! He-he...” I tried to warn him, to make him stop but instead, the appearance of an audience seemed to spur him into making his imprint inside me.

When I tried to struggle and kick him away, he hooked both elbows underneath my ankles and began to slam at me in a rushed and wild pace.

Hades fucked me without shame whilst I cried and gasped at his hold. My vision became distorted with how fast and hard Hades is moving and I can no longer stop the moans coming from my mouth.

The man is wide-eyed and frozen on the door, watching while the devil degraded and dirtied me in the most damning way.

“Confess” he moaned against my ear.

I didn’t.

Instead, I opened my mouth and sunk my teeth on his throat until I tasted copper on my tongue.

Served him just right.

“Fuuuck”

Hades cursed before abandoning any semblance of control and began to rut on me like a crazed animal.

He circled my clit faster, intensifying the sensation and two pair of eyes drawn on my body had me reaching my peak.

He changed the position at the last moment, pushing me down on the floor with his elbows still holding my ankles and I am forced to use my hands to brace my weight down so my head won’t hit the cement.

Hades stood behind me, slamming and burying himself into my heat and the new position angled him so he can go deeper.

“Hades!” I cried, screaming in ecstasy when he pushed so close that our pelvic bones meet.

“Watch, priest” he taunted, pumping his hips and throwing his head back.

His pace grew rougher, wilder that I lose balance and I am forced to claw the floor to keep myself upright.

“Fuck yes!” he groaned and my eyes rolled back at the back of my head, mouth following in a pleasured scream.

“How the mighty hath befallen. Watch how heaven can be found on earth”

Hades thrusts for the final time before filing my womb with his warm seeds. He continued to pump into me, until every drop is absorbed inside my pussy.

When he is satisfied, he pulled out and left me gasping on the floor.

“Watch priest because it’s the last sight you’ll see before hell” he grinned.

I watch, exhausted and limp as Hades approached the trembling priest. He made the sign of the cross, stepping back but a large hand on his frail throat had him pinned to the place.

I hung my head low.

The unmistakable sound of neck being snapped had me raising my head to look at the priest’s head bent into an unnatural angle in Hades’ hand.

My eyes widened, horrified as he dropped the priest down and he crumpled to the ground, dead and unseeing.

Just like that.

Hades murdered a priest, after fucking me senseless inside a confessional at a church. I don't know what's worse.

“Until the next time, sweet Eve”

Hades winked before turning into a corner and disappeared.

I lay there, gasping and coming into a realization.

Just what the fuck had I gotten myself into?