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"Oh holy angel of God, I humbly beg you to guard my body, my soul, and all my senses." Adrian murmured quietly, although his voice still carried somewhat in the otherwise empty church.
He was on his knees in prayer, settled in one of the first pews where he had a stunning view of the decorated altar and stained glass windows behind it. It was late, but he enjoyed watching the way the moonlight danced through the colored glass and laid pretty shadows along the floor.
The church had closed some time ago now, the rest of the conclave returned home or to their chambers in the parsonage. Adrian was still new to the church, new to priesthood in general, and found comfort in prayer when he was alone. Sure, he performed his prayers at his bedside too, but being able to exist and worship alone in this beautiful space was a rarity he took advantage of when he could.
Now, his head was bowed, eyes closed, hands clasped tightly around his rosary. His fingers fiddled absentmindedly with the beads, pulling them along his palm as he chanted a set of prayers and asks. He prayed for the well being of the church, the people, himself. He spoke of particular problems and confessions patrons had spoken to him about, and then he took time to confess his own.
He was as a sinful as any, more so than his peers having not grown up following the church. But he was reformed, and ever grateful for the Lord's forgiveness.
"Strengthen me with holy desires, angel of God. Enlighten and protect me, direct and govern me wherever I may go." He asked for guidance, in this, and all things.
If asked how Adrian experienced speaking with the heavens, he would be hard pressed to put it into words. It wasn't so simple as it was to speak to a person, and he didn't exactly hear words spoken back to him. But he felt the holy spirit, a swell within him, strengthening his faith and anchoring his convictions. Moving him and his beliefs.
Occasionally, these moments were all the more intense, and today seemed to be one of those instances.
As he prayed, he felt the air shift as though someone had come to stand next to him. He could've sworn he felt a breath fluttering along his neck, and it made him shiver.
Similarly, a tune slowly filled his ears, something light and abstract but heavenly. He knew the organist had already gone home, and yet music was playing softly. He wondered briefly if it was only in his mind.
He smelled something too, not the soft smell of smoke or incense from a candle burning, but something far more delectable. The smell of salt from the ocean, a rich aroma of coffee wafting in from another room, and a hint of bergamot, something earthy and tangy all at once.
Adrian heard murmurs, nothing clear enough to understand, and suddenly felt a brush of something, soft and curved, along his collar again that made him falter in his prayer.
"Don't stop on my account."
At this, Adrian jolted and his eyes snapped open, causing him to look around.
"I enjoy hearing prayers from such a learned tongue." The voice, deep and smooth and other worldly, was not altogether disembodied.
Standing in front of him was someone, a being Adrian had never seen before, but he knew immediately they weren't human.
They stood tall, broad shoulders set with a confidence that portrayed an untold strength. There were wings, wider than their large frame, fanned out behind them.
They looked like him, but not quite. It was like they had been carved from the same stone, but one statue had been unimpeded by weather or age or time itself. There was an ethereal beauty there, something in the symmetrical planes of its face that was incomprehensibly perfect. So familiar and yet so unknowable all at once. They were emanating somehow, glowing almost like the sun, so bright, he instinctively felt like squinting, as though he was eyeing the sun itself.
Adrian was certain he was gazing up at an angel.
"I- I-" He stammered, suddenly at a loss for words, frozen in place, his jaw slack with shock. His prayers had never been answered so directly before.
"Be not afraid, little one." The angel spoke softly to calm him, but Adrian could hear the power behind every careful, particular word. Angels of the Lord were many things, and only a fool would not be frightened.
"Does this form not please you?" The angel asked, and brought its hand to Adrian's chin, drawing him up to make eye contact with him. Adrian's breath caught at the touch, and he inhaled that salty sweet aroma once more.
The angel's eyes reminded him of the ocean much in the same way its scent did. Their eyes were bright, swirling with color and a kind of mischief and untold knowledge. Its pupils were bottomless spheres, and Adrian was easily lost in their depths.
"I-" Adrian still stumbled over his words, his tongue barely working in his mouth. "It does. You're beautiful."
At this, the angel smiled, the curve of its lips somehow equally sweet and savage. Lips so red, pulled over shining, sharp white teeth, one might think they were bloody.
Adrian would be a fool to not be frightened.
"As are you, child of the lord." The angel brushed their thumb over Adrian's own lips, and he realized their nails were sharp, almost like claws.
"Why…why have you come?" Adrian asked, his mouth dry. He wasn't certain this wasn't a dream. Despite his prayer he had no idea why he would be graced with the presence of such a being, and he couldn't help but feel small in front of it. He couldn't pull his eyes from the angel - not that he wanted to, but he wasn't sure he could if he tried. Adrian's tongue darted out instinctively to wet his lips, and he accidentally licked at the angel's thumb. The angel tasted salty like it smelled.
"You are an ever faithful servant of the lord, are you not?" The angel asked, kneeling slightly, and its hand moved now to Adrian's neck, pressing harshly there. Adrian could feel the strength in its large hands and the sting of its talons.
He trembled on his knees, rosary held so tightly in his hands there was sure to be an imprint, but didn't dare move but to nod his assent.
"God makes sure to reward faithful servants," The angel continued, its face even closer to his now, and Adrian could feel its breath fanning over him. "And I enact the lord's will."
The angel leaned forward even closer, and kissed Adrian. They breathed into his mouth and Adrian couldn't help but inhale more of that complex, earthy smell. Their tongue followed their lips, and they tasted of coffee and iron and something sickly sweet and forbidden.
Adrian wondered briefly if this was how the apple Eve ate had tasted. If it was anywhere near as delectable, he understood the inevitability of original sin.
Adrian moaned, in shock and exhalation, still stock still in the hands of one greater and more holy than him. He'd never felt the touch of another's lips, much less ones so similar to his own.
By the time the angel moved back again Adrian was panting and his head was swimming with questions and confusion and arousal.
"Reward?" He managed to squeak as he caught his breath. His hands had dropped during this whole exchange, rosary now dangling loosely from his palm as he clutched his cassock.
"Yes." The angel agreed, but did not explain further. Instead, they pulled him up by the throat until he was standing in front of them. The rosary fell from his hands and clacked onto the ground.
In theory, they were the same height, but there was something about the angel's form that defied the laws of reality. They looked the size of a man, and the size of the world all at once. There was something unfathomable beyond their visage, even this form could not hide something so grand behind it.
Adrian felt so small and meek next to them, moving languidly and without resistance. What would the point of resisting be, when they could so clearly manipulate him to their every whim?
He felt like this about his Lord as well. There was freedom in subservience, in following the will of someone greater than you. He could not believe that his meager contributions would be worthy of reward, but he would be nothing but grateful for and accepting of it.
Adrian thought the kiss might've been it, as the touch alone of an angel was reward enough, but then the angel's hands trailed down further.
The angel moved its hands over his vestments, and Adrian might've thought it was simply for curiosity's sake if it weren't for the way its fingers curved so intimately across his skin. They slid along his flesh, gripping and wrapping around it almost possessively, and Adrian couldn't help shivering and gasping at every touch.
"Are you a virgin, Adrian?" The angel asked it nonchalantly, but the question still made Adrian blush. He suddenly felt like a school boy again, being teased by his peers, though he knew it was nothing to be ashamed of.
"Y-yes. Of course." He stammered out, unsure as to why he was feeling so embarrassed in front of this being. He was a priest, it was to be expected, but he still felt almost a rush of pride when the angel smiled even wider. Part of him could've sworn he saw fangs in that smile.
"Would you like to change that?" And this question, more than any, shocked Adrian.
"N-no, I've taken vows!" Adrian blurted, but he noticed the angel's hands had moved lower still, now holding firmly onto his love handles.
"And what of Mary?" The angel urged, thumbs rubbing circles into his hips. The crystal clear eyes were still boring into his, cherry lips curved knowingly.
Adrian couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of test. He'd had thoughts, of course he had. He'd had nights where his dreams had been full of ghostly figures and touches, and he'd woken flushed and spent. He was sinful, like any other on this wretched Earth, but he'd never acted on those thoughts.
But the angel was touching him and whispering of rewards, and part of him couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. Couldn't help but hope.
"I suppose it's different. If the Lord wills it."
"And if I will it?" The angel punctuated its question by moving a hand directly to Adrian's crotch, and he arched into the unexpected, foreign, blissful touch.
Adrian suddenly could hardly think of a response, feeling his knees buckle in shock, and he grabbed onto the angel to hold himself up.
Instead of punishing him for overstepping, or smiting him right then and there, the angel simply chuckled and kept their hand still, pressure light but all consuming over the fabric.
"Do you want me to touch you, Adrian?" The way the angel said his name, with such ease and conviction, in such a strange, strong voice, would be cemented in his mind forever.
"Yes." Adrian hissed, knowing it was useless to lie to such a being. Lying was just as much a sin as lust.
The angel followed Adrian's confession, and Adrian's eyes finally slid shut as he felt a hand grip his cock.
It was still over cloth, but Adrian had never felt anything so good. The angel was sure and confident in its actions in a way Adrian had only ever fooled himself into thinking he could be.
It pressed and prodded, still almost curiously, but every finger made Adrian dizzy. He pressed his head against the angel's shoulder, feeling weaker with every passing moment, and bucked up into its hand.
The angel took pity on him and its hand slid beneath his clothes to grip him directly. Adrian keened and almost fell apart then and there, the smell of coffee and sea filling his head as he let out a deep moan. He didn't feel like a priest, he didn't feel like anyone, just like a line of nerves being pulled.
Adrian tried to stifle his whines, but no matter how hard he bit his lips couldn't stop himself. He'd never felt something so good, so right, and his head was spinning. Distantly, he realized he was begging; begging for more, for anything, and thanking the angel for its every touch.
The angel in comparison was relaxed, languid and unhurried in its movements. It didn't take much effort at all to make Adrian a whimpering mess, after all.
The stone and shape of the chapel was built to enhance and carry sound, and although his cries were far different from those intended by the church they reverberated across the space all the same.
Evidently the noises he was making became too distracting or loud at one point because the angel stopped moving its hand and lifted his chin once again.
"Let's put that pretty mouth to use." The angel commanded, and Adrian's mouth fell open easily to take its fingers. At first he just let them rest there, but the angel pressed the pads of its fingers on his tongue encouragingly, prompting him to take action.
Adrian hesitantly swirled his tongue around the digits, unsure on what the angel wanted but hoping this was right.
"Very good." The angel praised, and Adrian's eyelids fluttered again. He licked and lapped at their fingers, enjoying the taste and the weight on his tongue. His mind was fuzzier and fuzzier, and he found he couldn't focus on anything except the points at which his body connected to the angel.
He was drooling over its hand, spit running down his lips, but the angel didn't seem to mind. They were watching with a kind of sick satisfaction, and slowly pressing its fingers further and further into Adrian's mouth until he was gagging on them.
Still, he didn't push them off or stop his ministrations. He'd given up stopping any of this long ago, just willing to do whatever the angel wished him to. It was like the angel wanted to see how far they could go, as if they could crawl into his mouth and take up residence in his body. Adrian swallowed at the thought and opened his mouth wider.
All too soon, the angel withdrew, fingers slick with spit. The angel drew one to its lips and sucked it, tasting him, and Adrian felt a roar of fiery hot need shoot through him.
He was no doubt sweaty and flushed and a blotchy red at this point, but the angel still looked pristine. He shouldn't be so attracted to a face so eerily like his own, but Adrian couldn't help it.
The angel seemed to clock his reaction and that wicked smirk now held a promise.
They moved their hand now, not to his crotch but to his backside.
Adrian's eyes widened as he felt wet fingertips press against his hole.
"Wait-" He couldn't help saying, but the angel didn't pause or falter.
A single, long, wet finger slid into him and Adrian shuddered, not at all prepared for such a sensation. It wasn't altogether bad, more something so unusual it was uncomfortable. Part of him knew the slide of it shouldn't be as simple or painless as it was, but the angel winked at him as Adrian stared at them, terrified.
He moved his hands to grip onto the front of the angel's clothes. Even their clothes were unreal - shimmering and shining and silky, and Adrian felt like he might ruin them.
He hardly had a moment to contemplate moving before the angel's finger reached something inside him, and he jolted forward onto the angel, suddenly grateful he had something to hold onto. Anyone else and Adrian was sure they would've fallen from his force, but the angel was still sure and strong as a statue.
The angel pressed harder, going knuckle deep, and Adrian moaned, wrapping his arms around their shoulders. He buried his face in its neck to stifle the sounds he made as their finger began to move in and out of him.
The feeling was odd, it should be just odd, but it felt so good. They added another and Adrian felt his hips move without his permission, canting back against the angel's hand.
"How is it?" The angel pressed, adding another finger still, stretching him wide and deep, still exploring Adrian's body with ease.
"Angel, ah- it, it feels good." Adrian murmured, confused and grateful and still seeking more of its touch. He felt so full, not realizing until now that a part of him had been empty all this time. His hips rocked into the angel's hand, knees knocking against the angel's, and he felt something else within him building.
"Do you want more?"
"More?" Adrian repeated, confused, but then the angel moved a thigh to press against his own and he felt the hard line of something there.
Adrian's eyes opened, pupils dilated, and he watched as the angel's grin turned sinful.
He was ruined.
The fingers abruptly left him, Adrian mourning the loss with a whine of protest, and before he could blink he was being swept up.
The angel carried him princess style out of the pews. He couldn't help but admire the angel's arms, strong and firm in a way he only wished his were. He didn't have long to dwell before he was being laid across the altar in the center of the stage.
Adrian shivered, both from the act and the feeling of the cold stone beneath him.
He blinked, and suddenly the angel was above him, body curved possessively over his own, its cerulean eyes suddenly dark and almost twisted.
In another circumstance, Adrian would think he was meant to be sacrificed here, brought and displayed like a lamb ready for slaughter.
Certainly with the way the angel's stare had turned hungry he felt like a meal about to be eaten.
Suddenly, whatever odd clothes had adorned the angel were swept away, leaving a wealth of ivory skin in their wake.
Adrian's clothes were gone in the same breath, and part of him wanted to cover himself. The angel grabbed his wrists before he could move them, lifting them and holding them tightly against the altar, so he was laid bare for them to see.
He was at the mercy of an angel.
The angel's eyes raked over his body, gaze greedy while it licked its lips. Adrian held his breath, and took a moment to admire the angel's form. So like his own but brighter and sharper still. Beautiful skin, dotted with freckles reminiscent of constellations, so smooth except for the auburn hair that lined it, curling perfectly at the top of their head, and nestling over their crotch. Adrian found himself staring at the hard member there, mouth watering, desiring something he never had before.
That desire was reflected in the wild eyes of the angel above him, who leaned down to kiss him once again.
Adrian returned the kiss more quickly this time, tongue sloppy and inexperienced though the angel didn't seem to mind, lapping into his mouth all the same.
The kiss lasted until the angel had stolen all the breath Adrian had available, and then the angel was kissing and nipping along his neck instead. The angel sucked on his skin, no doubt leaving welts, and bit into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, making Adrian cry out. They licked over the wound, lapping up the blood and kissing it before moving on down his chest.
The angel's mouth was sinful, they moved it with purpose and ease, and Adrian wondered what it might be like to be consumed by them completely. He was already bitten, marked, how much farther could they go.
The angel laid on top of him fully, using their weight to keep him still, even as he squirmed against the feeling of their member against his own. The slide was divine, and Adrian began undulating his hips to seek more.
The angel kept a hand wrapped around his wrists, holding him in place, and used their other to spread his legs. Adrian kept them open, despite his trembling thighs, equally terrified and thrilled for what was to come.
He felt the angel against his hole again, this time holding something much larger, and bit his tongue in anticipation. He should be frightened. He should be concerned. He shouldn't want something, not something like this.
When the angel entered him his mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes open and looking up towards the heavens, as though something up there might save him.
The angel slid in slow but without pause, appearing gentle but in reality giving him little time to adjust.
"That's it." They crooned as they settled fully and urged Adrian to relax. Adrian felt like he'd been speared, body hung on a pike solely as a demonstration for onlookers.
He couldn't focus, his vision hazy, his limbs limp in the hands of the creature above him. He felt almost disconnected from his body, his mind only acknowledging the pretty skylights above him, and the point at which the angel was within him.
The angel began moving without further question, initially drawing out fully and then abruptly back in, punching sounds out of Adrian. Their chests were touching, so close he could feel their every inhale and exhale, and the motion would almost be comforting if he weren't so overwhelmed.
The feeling was indescribable. He was full, physically and mentally and spiritually. His senses flooded with that heady, herbal, citrus scent of the being towering over him. His head lolling, his gaze unfocused, his thighs spread.
The angel's movements were fluid and confident and they began pinpointing directly to where would make him crumble most.
Adrian felt that spot alight within once again and a wave of pleasure crashed over him as the angel picked up their pace. With every thrust it was like a shock of electricity ran through his body, and quickly Adrian was rocking his hips up to meet theirs.
The angel's wings were spread wide, feathers fanning out and bringing further shadows into the already dark building. The angel reared up, letting go of his hands and instead grabbing onto his thighs, their grip bruisingly hard.
They used his legs like handles, ramming into him further and further, and Adrian moaned as he felt their nails prick and scratch his skin.
As they continued he felt that thing building within him again, something coiling low in his stomach. It felt like a swirl of fire, and he needed more, needed less, needed release, needed something.
"Angel, please! Please, angel, please, please, please…" He began chanting, for what he wasn't sure but he was certain the winged beauty above him could give it to him. His voice was so breathy, high pitched, and needy he hardly recognized it. He moved his hips weakly, his hard cock bobbing between them but finding no relief.
The angel chuckled again but this time it was almost mocking, and Adrian felt tears well as that ball of heat within him surged.
"Quiet, little one," The angel cooed, moving a hand to push its fingers into Adrian's mouth once more, giving him something to latch onto.
"Just let it happen." The angel commanded, and somehow drove forward even faster, with a kind of superhuman speed.
Adrian licked and laved over its fingers, trying to focus on the lengths in his mouth and not his ass. Quickly those fingers were once again too far in, and he was choking, feeling claws on his tongue. The fingers moved, then, from his mouth to his throat, pressing harder still against his windpipe.
They squeezed along with each thrust, making Adrian clench around them and alongside their rhythm. Adrian gasped and sucked in air as best he could, but his vision was darkening and he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything.
There was the roar of the ocean in his ears and fire in his lungs and lightning in his veins. Adrian was a wave, a storm, a tsunami, and he was swelling, cresting, until he crashed.
His nerves lit up and his orgasm rocketed through him, causing him to convulse so intensely that the angel's grip on his neck loosened. He sucked in a gulp of air at the same moment he came, the duality of two different modes of release and relief overwhelming.
Adrian's vision whited out, and he could do nothing but ride the wave of his own climax, shivering and shaking and spasming and weeping in exhaustion and exhalation.
Adrian came so hard he didn't notice the way the angel's wings sharpen into something darker, the way its claws lengthen, the way its eyes glow almost red as they watch him. He doesn't hear their fiendish cackle, its mouth dark and bloody as it runs its hand over the cum splattered across his chest.
He distantly feels the release of the angel, deep within now, and then its tongue licking up what's left of his spunk.
Adrian doesn't know how long it takes for him to come down and for awareness to bleed back into his body. He feels like he's been wrung out like a used rag, like he could sleep for days. He swears his fingertips are numb, and he doesn't want to move an inch.
His eyes are still closed but he feels those same curved lips kiss his forehead.
"I hope you enjoyed your reward, faithful servant." The voice is soothing and lulling, and Adrian is certain he's moments from falling asleep. "If you're a good boy, maybe I'll visit again."
With that final hint of a promise, Adrian feels the weight of his angel leave him, the twinkle of a mysterious tune and a salty sweet odor the only thing left in its wake.
It isn't long after that Adrian falls asleep on the altar, his body too tired and boneless to move.
He wakes in the morning hours when the light shines through the stained glass and onto him, draping his prostrate body in color and exposing his past deeds. Adrian is grateful he awoke before any of the rest of the clergy came back to the church, and scrambled to cover himself back up and flee to his quarters.
He'd have thought it all a dream if it weren't for the handprints littering his body, almost like a brand seared on through angelic power.
He doesn't tell a soul what happened, doesn't know how he would.
But he thinks on it, during those quiet nights when he's kneeling and alone in the church.
And now when he prays for guidance, he also prays for his angel to appear.