Hahvoc The Decepticon
Singularity
- Joined
- Mar 4, 2009
Venice was a beautiful city, always bustling with movement and the next new trend. The city now was blooming with life and color, and filled with the rush of the age of the Renaissance. The city was painted and decorated with silks and flowers, positively marvelous in its purity. It spoke of glamor and glitz, of royals and nobility. It sparkled like freshly polished diamonds without a single thing to tarnish it. Sure, there were slums and the poor, but no one considered them or what lay behind closed doors. Oh, no. Of course not. No, the city was too beautiful to be corrupted in any shape or form, at least that's what the populace made themselves believe. They hid behind their money and their lies; women pressing kisses to lips and thighs not belonging to their husbands. Men combed the streets looking for their next virgin fix from a damsel who pleads and begs but her cries go unanswered. Truly a beautiful city.
Gabriel was one of those men who tried to keep the corruption down, him being a priest of the church and had been for roughly three years. He was young for his station and rather handsome as all the women cooed. His hair was a rich and fiery red, cut short to better suit his career and his face which was smooth and clean-shaven. His baby blues made all the women swoon, even as he swore he would never touch one of them in that way. But of course, swearing and doing are two different things. He loved the feel of flesh beneath him, writhing in pleasure and sometimes pain, whether it was woman or man. If they were willing, he was seducing. And here he was, a man of the church who listened to the silver tongues of liars spill their darkness sins while he sat prettily in his cage, smiling all the while. He would never be caught, or so he believed.
It was one of those days when Gabriel found himself craving one such woman, a new woman from the Convent to help the children with their hymns. She was a pretty little thing, brunette locks and chocolate brown eyes with the faintest dusting of freckles. And he was dying to know what lay beneath her skirts. He flirted and consoled her when she needed it and soon he had her in his grasp, even though it as wrong and both of them knew it. They decided upon one of the confessionals, knowing they were both going to go to Hell but loved the thrill of it. She was pressed against the wooden wall inside the little box, her breasts pressed to the mesh as Gabriel fondled her young and beautiful body, untouched by another, or so she claimed. Gabe bit down from her throat to her blessedly plump buttocks before gripping her hips as his free hand loosed his swollen and throbbing member. He pressed it to her slick folds before entering her quickly on a groan, his face hiding against her neck as he thrusted into her, her soft moans filling the confessional box. No one would catch them here, at least the two of them believed it would be so.
Gabriel was one of those men who tried to keep the corruption down, him being a priest of the church and had been for roughly three years. He was young for his station and rather handsome as all the women cooed. His hair was a rich and fiery red, cut short to better suit his career and his face which was smooth and clean-shaven. His baby blues made all the women swoon, even as he swore he would never touch one of them in that way. But of course, swearing and doing are two different things. He loved the feel of flesh beneath him, writhing in pleasure and sometimes pain, whether it was woman or man. If they were willing, he was seducing. And here he was, a man of the church who listened to the silver tongues of liars spill their darkness sins while he sat prettily in his cage, smiling all the while. He would never be caught, or so he believed.
It was one of those days when Gabriel found himself craving one such woman, a new woman from the Convent to help the children with their hymns. She was a pretty little thing, brunette locks and chocolate brown eyes with the faintest dusting of freckles. And he was dying to know what lay beneath her skirts. He flirted and consoled her when she needed it and soon he had her in his grasp, even though it as wrong and both of them knew it. They decided upon one of the confessionals, knowing they were both going to go to Hell but loved the thrill of it. She was pressed against the wooden wall inside the little box, her breasts pressed to the mesh as Gabriel fondled her young and beautiful body, untouched by another, or so she claimed. Gabe bit down from her throat to her blessedly plump buttocks before gripping her hips as his free hand loosed his swollen and throbbing member. He pressed it to her slick folds before entering her quickly on a groan, his face hiding against her neck as he thrusted into her, her soft moans filling the confessional box. No one would catch them here, at least the two of them believed it would be so.