Devotion and Desire

Rewrite of a story I wrote last year on a deleted profile. Comments appreciated. For the person who will make the comment: No, I'm not doing Judaism or Islam, not because it's not allowed and christianity is, but because I know absolutely nothing about the others and so will not write about what I don't know. Enjoy!

While she would never have considered herself a stalker, the tall, Italian born director of the art museum in which she now stood was certainly keeping an eye on the gorgeous woman who'd walked in just past twelve on that Sunday afternoon. Their eyes had met for only a second as the woman passed, but it had been enough to light a spark which drove her to pursue a glimpse of the other woman again. She'd never seen the woman before and she would be damned if she let this woman whose thick, dark hair, soft tanned skin, piercing green eyes ringed with thick khole, and trim (but not skinny) figure so tantalized her, go without so much as a whisper.

So now she stood off to the side, examining the woman who examined the art. Her eyes roved down from the long, pinned chestnut hair to a graceful, inviting neck. Her ears were gauged to zero, and a plug with a picture of the Immaculate Heart of Mary sat in each ear with a pair of crosses dangling behind them. She felt a knot in her gut, acknowledging that this certainly decreased her chances of her interest being reciprocated, especially considering her afilliations. The woman also wore a pearl rosary, which gently flowed over the burnt orange polka dot short-sleeved dress, ending just above the knees and sporting an angled slit on one thigh, which crossed at mid-thigh, and the woman's ring-covered fingers were clasped behind her, accentuating the cleavage, which meant to be visible over the low neckline, or would have been were she not wearing a white undershirt beneath it and a thin black unbuttoned sweater for modesty's sake. The dress was accented with a black leather belt with a simple buckle and a pair of black flats.

She was beautiful and not at all the sort of woman she usually went after, at least not judging by her choice of jewelry. She generally viewed one's like these as enemies. The director herself wore a black pantsuit, which fit her immaculately, and a white button-up with the top button undone and a black tie. Her glossy hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the thick rimmed glasses she wore gave her a studious air. Her cheekbones were high and her olive skin was without blemish. plump, pink lips shone glossily above a heart shaped chin.

"You look like you want to eat her up," the woman who'd approached her whispered, and she jumped, startled.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people," the director replied.

"Oh, I know, but you look so serious over here. It's just a woman," the woman chuckled.

"A beautiful one," the director said, not looking at the woman who was now beside her. "An exceptionally beautiful one. Excuse me, Sarah," she purred in her slight Italian accent as she boldly walked up to stand beside the mystery woman. They both stood, staring up at the painting for several moments before she spoke. "Dorè certainly brings it alive, doesn't he?" She cast a sidelong glance down at the shorter woman.

"Yes, he really captures the emotion and the fear," the shorter woman replied.

"So are you fond of fairy tales then?"

"I am. 'My, grandmother! What big teeth you have." She gave a sly smile as she gazed up at Little Red Riding Hood sitting right next to the wolf in bed, her eyes darting between the painting and the Italian beside her.

"The better to eat you with, my dear," the taller woman smiled, her gaze meeting the other woman's, her eyes full of hunger and barely restrained passion.

"You do say," the woman said, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper, "but what's a girl to do when she meets a wolf in sheep's clothing?"

"Well, I suppose she has two options. Run as fast as her legs will take her, or..." The Italian woman took a slid closer, invading the other's personal space.

"Or?" the shorter woman prompted, her arms crossed as she allowed the invasion.

"Or, she could be male the more interesting choice to stay and be eaten," the Italian purred.

"Oh? Now that's a novel take."

"It is. I have many of them." The director took in the stunning thing before her, wondering just what was going on behind those gorgeous eyes. "So, I've never seen you here before." She smiled warmly, hoping the exchange had been as flirtatious as she imagined.

"First time, though I must admit the gallery is far larger than I expected. I've wanted to come for a while, and so I was coming out of mass at Saint Dominic's across the street, didn't have shit else to do, and decided to pop in." She explained matter-of-factly.

"Ah, a good Catholic girl?" a note of disapproval unintentionally laced her words which she tried to stiffle and failed.

If she noticed the tone she didn'tshow it. "That's the idea." The woman shrugged. "Or well... at least that's what everyone thinks." She smirked.

"Oh? So then what's the truth?" The director cocked an eyebrow.

"Let's just say that I'm... not much of a believer. To say the least."

"So then why put on the charade?" The director asked.

"Because I have gone there my entire life. Because my whole family goes..."

"And you don't want to disappoint them?"

"Exactly." The other woman nodded. "Not that it isn't beautiful, I just... don't believe. Not like I should anyhow and... let's just say that I have certain... inclinations." She slid a loose strand of hair behind her ear before dropping her arms to rest at her sides.

"Such as a fascination with wolves in sheep's clothing?" The director raised an eyebrow, her hand grazing the other woman's. She felt a thrill when the woman didn't pull away but simply glanced down for a split second.

"Maybe. After all, I've always been into the darker shit."

"Mmmm, you should come see some of the things in the other wings, then," the director said with a sultry smirk.

"Maybe I should. So, you work here?"

"I'm the director."

"Ooo, impressive."

"Perhaps, but I do love my job. Art is passion."

"Indeed. I myself have a great deal of that. I've been told by my priest that I have too much, but I just can't help it."

"And what is it that you have a lot of?" Her hand swished against the woman's thigh gently as their eyes now bore into one another's.

"Passion. For music, for writing, and, well, other things," the mystery woman said with a suggestive smirk.

"Christ had a passion if I rightly recall." She could smell the intoxicating perfume on the woman as her her gave a light touch to the small of her back.

"Indeed, but we're not talking about Christ," the mystery woman said, "and that is an incredibly blasphemous statement." She leaned into the touch, subtly tilting toward her admirer.

"And?" She slowly licked her lips, giving the implications of her blasphemy time to breathe like fine wine. She knew she couldn't hide who she was, in fact she refused to do so. It was clear the desire was mutual despite her chosen aesthic. If anything the illusion of being a good, Christian woman only served to highten her desire.

"And," the shorter woman breathed, "does a hungry wolf have a name?"

"Maria. Maria D'Angelo."

"Maria? Mary. Like the Virgin." She chuckled.

"Mhm. Just like her. And yours?"

"Eve."

"Oh, that is too good!" She laughed heartily.

"The irony isn't lost on me. And then there's you. Holy Mary, the second Eve." She smirked.

"And is this the serpent come to tempt her?" Maria teased, her hand now fully resting on Eve's thigh, her fingers curling under the edge of the slit, teasing the exposed skin.

"Perhaps... perhaps not... Or perhaps the Madonna wasn't so pure after all?" She turned to face the Italian.

"Oh, and you chide me for blasphemy." Maria took the hint, her eyes darting to Eve's mouth.

"Mhm, most people would at least flinch at such things."

"Ah... well, let's just say that I am... on the other team..."

"Mmmm," she hummed, her eyes flicking back to the director's mouth. "Well, as I said, I like dark shit, if I understand correctly..."

"If?" Maria cocked her head.

"Well, we've only just met, and I'm not a telepath."

"So we have. Well, I'm afraid we'll have to rectify that. Would you perhaps join me for lunch? My position allows many benefits, such as leaving whenever I wish, for as long as I wish."

"I would love to," Eve said.

"Well, let's not waste time then. Come." She signaled to Sarah that she was leaving as she took the modestly dressed woman by the arm.

"As you command."

"Oh, so eager to obey?" Maria purred as they stepped out into the crisp, sunny fall day.

"For the right person, yes."

"Is that so?" The Italian led the way before staring across the street at the Gothic church. "Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely."

"Good, then follow me." She gave a sly, almost mischievous smile as she began to cross the street toward St. Dominic's.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"To church, of course! Come." She called back behind her.

"Uhhh, wait, what?" Eve cried as she hurried to catch up with the Italian woman, the woman's long, shapely legs carrying her faster than Eve's dress-restricted strides could carry her.

"Don't tell me that a good Catholic girl such as yourself is afraid to go into a church," Maria taunted.

"What? No, I just--"

"Good."

"I mean, I'm just confused is all," Eve stammered.

"Just trust me, darling," the director purred. "Trust your guide."

"Guide?" Eve asked, but the Italian woman ignored her, leading her through the doors and into the narthex of the massive stone structure. "Maria!" Eve whispered in protest.

"Quiet, girl," Maria whispered, opening the heavy oak doors to peer into the silence, the left wing of the sanctuary covered in a deep gloom beneath carved wooden pillars showing a battle of angels and demons. The light came through the stained glass windows on each side and shone toward the altar at the far end, upon which rays of light danced. The pews were empty. The place seemed deserted. "This way," the Italian beckoned, walking down the aisle.

"I-I... I don't understand," Eve said.

"We need some place private, don't we? Or did you want me to devour you in the narthex?" Maria said.

"I mean, I don't really think that... that we should be..." Her uncertainty radiated from her as she stood beside the open baptismal fount, filled with holy water.

"I thought you said you liked 'dark shit,' mhm? You certainly were willing to blaspheme the virgin." She nodded toward a statue of Mary, which sat upon a plinth, as she came within inches of the other woman.

"I... I'm not afraid to," Eve said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mhm. You shouldn't. That is if you don't believe." Her fingers gently ran through the holy water as she spoke, the droplets dripping into the pool as she lifter her fingers.

"And do you believe?" Eve asked.

"No. Not anymore. At least... not as most do. As I said, I'm on the other team." Her wet hand reached out and gently caressed Eve's forehead in blessing, the holy water making her gasp as it touched her skin; Maria tracing a cross inverted on her skull.

"Maria, I don't think--"

"Hush." She put a finger over the younger woman's lips. "And if you don't believe, then you should have no problem when I do this." She leaned over,, hawked, at spat in the basin.

"That's blas--"

"Blasphemous? But isn't that what you were doing? Blaspheming? That the mother was not so pure? I'm just following your lead."

"But I didn't--"

"Come," she took her by the hand, glancing down as her saliva swirled and mixed with the blessed water before leading her to the left wing of the sanctuary.

"Maria, wait, where are we going?" Eve asked as Maria's heels echoed off the stone floor.

"We can't do what I want to do in the back. It would be rather awkward if someone came in. besides, we'd be so far away from the alter."

"What? Do? Oh my god, are you insane?" Eve stammered, pulling back.

"Not at all. And don't call on Him." She held out her arm, motioning for Eve to slide into the pew ahead of her. "After you," she smiled.

"But, Maria..."

"Come, sit. Let me taste you," the Italian purred.

Eve's face flushed, her body feeling hot all over. "I..." she hesitated.

"Shhh, shh," Maria purred, placing a finger against her lips, her body pressing against the woman's back. "Sit. And don't kneel either. Not to him at least." They stood at the third row and couldn't have been more than twenty feet from the altar, but still, the place was dark, save for the light of the candles, which flickered upon the statues and the sunlight streaming in. "Please, dear." Maria's breath was warm against her ear. "Sit, and spread those gorgeous thighs."

"What if someone comes?" Eve whispered, her heart racing.

"Then they come in. They will see two beautiful women praying near the altar." She smirked, gently pressing Eve down into the pew. "They won't see the devil or what's between those heavenly thighs. Now come, sit. Sit for me."

Eve's mind was racing, but the tone and the way the director pressed her down was so firm, so powerful, and her words so sweet. Why did this make her so anxious? She didn't believe and held this place no more sacred than the theater she sometimes attended. But then she hadn't had it drilled into her head her entire life that the theater was sacrosanct and alwaus to be respected. She obeyed, sliding down to the wall where the shadows fell deep.

"Good. You are so pretty," Maria purred, leaning over and kissing her.

Eve was surprised at how soft the older woman's lips were and eagerly received them. It had been so long since she'd had a woman that she'd almost forgotten the sensuality compared to that of a man. and this woman felt so much... more... than any she'd had before.

"Very good. Very, very good."

"Why do you keep saying that?" She asked softly, her reservations slowly melting.

"Because you are. You are a very, very good girl."

"I'm not a girl. I'm a woman," Eve replied, her body beginning to feel weak and tingly.

"Mmm, a woman you certainly are. It is only a saying." She hissed as her lips trailed down up to her ear, her tongue running up the dangling cross to the lobe where the image of the virgin was held. "Mmmm," her voice was deep and full of lust as she tasted the cold metal and warm flesh, "You are so sweet."

"You're the devil," Eve breathed, her fingers coming up and digging into the wood as she felt the wet muscle trail up to her ear, the cool air making her shudder.

"No, but if I were, would that bother you?" She adjusted herself in the pew beside her, her hands running over a dress-clad leg.

"Ahhh, I don't know..." she all but gasped as she felt soft fingertips slide beneath the slit and dance toward her inner thigh.

"No? Perhaps not. After all, you do like 'dark shit,' as you said."

"That doesn't... ah, that doesn't mean everything," Eve breathed.

"No? You don't think?" She whispered, her fingers moving higher.

"No, not at all. Ahhhhh." Her finger traced the other woman's cheekbone before descending down her neck and over her blouse's collar.

"Didn't you say something about a wolf," Maria purred, "to devour one of his sheep?" Her head flicked to the massive crucifix above the altar.

"I, uh, ah," she gasped, the Italian's lips trailing down the side of her face, her hands now massaging the top of her thigh. "Ohhhhhh."

"Yes?" She smirked, her tongue gently tracing Eve's earlobe.

"Y-yes, but not, uh, ahh, I... I suppose," Eve breathed, her body now completely under the other woman's spell even if her mind still merely stumbled forward. "But I didn't think it'd..." Her hand wrapped around Maria's tie and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, "come to this."

"Didn't think what would come to what?" Maria purred, her fingers now dancing over the lace of the other woman's underwear.

"This, in a holy place," Eve whispered, her hands moving up and around the Italian's shoulders. "Interested in this... here..."

"Oh, I'm very, very interested," the director breathed, her teeth nipping hard on the other woman's lips, her hand now firmly rubbing the outside of her panties, feeling the warm dampness that had formed there.

"Oh, ah, God," Eve breathed. She shifted slightly, her rosary giving a slight rattle as it slid onto the slope of her breast.

"Hush, not God," Maria purred, her fingers teasing, gently rubbing.

"But..."

"Sshhh, not God." Maria smiled.

"Wha... what do you mean?"

"I told you, I'm on the other side. Don't call on him."

"Other side?"

"The side with the pitchforks and the horns," Maria purred, her free hand moving up and deftly wrapping itself in the rosary while the other pulled at the hem of her undershirt until so much cleavage was visible that her lace white bra was exposed. "Mmmm," she smiled, her tongue darting out to flick across the warm flesh.

"You can't... you can't mean that," Eve breathed.

"And yet I do." She gently tugged on the rosary, causing it to pull taut and dig into Eve's neck. "What do you care if you don't believe?" She began to rub her clit through the panties in a slow circular motion.

"But... you're not... not really."

"No? I could be. What's the difference?" She asked, her teeth gently biting down on the flesh.

"I-I-I," her mouth opened, and a low moan escaped.

"Mmmm, I love that sound," she hissed, her hand pulling the bra out of the way and her tongue darting out to lap at the hardened nipple, her mouth sucking on the soft breast, the orange dress now hanging off the other shoulder, the sweater dangling from one wrist.

"Ahhhh, please." She arched her back into the wall, glancing up to see the picture of a tortured, bloody, and dying Christ above her head.

Maria glanced up at the image, a wide smile slowly spreading upon her face. "Mmmm, just where he belongs." She licked her lips before leaning in and pressing her mouth to Eve's in a slow, seductive kiss, her tongue darting out and tasting the woman's sweet lips.

"Ohhhhh," the brunette gasped, her hips rolling forward as she felt Maria's hand move beneath her panties, her fingertips gliding through the soaked folds. "What?" She panted as she unbuttoned the other woman's blazer and slid her hands up the blouse, which covered her tight abdomen.

"Just shut up and enjoy the ride, darling." Maria smiled, her eyes flashing with a strange hunger. She moved her hand down to grasp the underside of Eve's knee, lifting her leg and resting her ankle on the bench. The skirt slid up, and her underwear became completely visible. "Much better," she whispered, her teeth sinking into the flesh of Eve's neck.

She gasped in pleasure as her eyes rolled back before locking onto the image again. "He belongs?" She managed, her hands fumbling to get the buttons of Maria's shirt undone.

"Mhm," she said, her hand now moving up, the fingers slick and sticky with the woman's arousal. Her nails dug into the skin as she felt the younger woman's hands move beneath the shirt and run over her bra. "Up there, suffering," she smiled, her free hand moving down and pulling the lace bra away again to suck the nipple. "Broken. Dying. Dead." She kissed up the neck, her lips pressing against the side of Eve's face as her hand slid inside the woman, her long, strong fingers penetrating deep into her. "Just where he belongs."

"Ah, fuck," she moaned.

"Language, Eve. This is a holy place," she teased.

"But you just--" she gasped as waves of pleasure enveloped her and sighs of pleasure echoed in the empty sanctuary.

The other woman helped the rosary up and spat on the cross. "Respecting the sacred is not what I meant. Obviously." She leaned in and kissed her, her tongue probing her mouth deeply, the necklace pressing into Eve's skin as it was twisted tight against her throat, her free hand sliding down the dress to grab her ass and squeeze it.

"Ahhh, oh God yes," she hissed.

"No, not God." She purred, her fingers moving deeper, her thumb pressing into the clit, moving in a slow circle, her other hand now moving back up to grasp the rosary again. "I'll rip it off." She hissed with venom, though her eyes made it clear this was a request.

"Oh, fuck, yes." Eve hissed, her body trembling, her eyes locked on the director.

Maria jerked the prayer beads forcefully, causing them to dig into the other woman's flesh before a second yank snapped the chain, several of the beads clattering on the marble floor as the remainder hung limp in Maria's hand.

"Fuck. God!"

"That's better," Maria hissed, her voice growing huskier and deeper.

"What are you?" Eve panted, her hands now moving down to grab Maria's ass and pull her closer, her legs spreading wider as she began to roll her hips.

"I thought you would have guessed," she purred, the broken necklace swaying in her hand. "Ave Satana." She leaned in and bit the woman's neck again, her teeth scraping the flesh as her hand quickened on her pushy.

"A satanist?!" She gasped.

"Mmmm, mhm." She smiled, her tongue trailing down the exposed cleavage, her breath hot and moist. "I told you I was a wolf."

"Ohhhhh, oh, ah," she moaned, her hands pulling the skirt of the dress up until it was at her waist, exposing her dripping sex.

"And a wolf always eats," she purred, her fingers sliding out and quickly replacing themselves with her tongue, the wet muscle darting deep into the woman's hot cunt, her hands gripping the younger woman's thighs and holding them wide apart. She could feel Eve's thighs tremble beneath the assault of her tongue as her head darted up and down, her eyes looking up to watch the other woman's expression of bliss and ecstasy, her dark hair hanging loose from the pin that had held it. The image of the lacerated and bloody Nazerne above her only sweetened the sight.

"F-f-fuck, please," Eve panted, her chest heaving, her back arching.

"Oh, you want more? So greedy, so selfish," Maria teased, her breath hot on the soaking folds, before sitting straight without warning, a cold light gleaming in her dark eyes. She smiled, her hand moving up and gripping the young woman's throat, her fingers digging into the flesh as she pulled her forward, her tongue darting out to taste the lips, a hint of her arousal lingering. "Now look at the image above you. Tell me what you see." She released the woman, sitting back and crossing her legs.

"W-what?" Eve panted, confused and lost.

"The image. Tell me what you see," she repeated.

"I..." She looked up at the bloodied figure, the nails and the hammer, the lacerations, the crown.

"Tell me," Maria purred.

"Jesus," Eve stammered.

"Jesus is in the image," Maria confirmed. "Look at him. What do you see?"

"The pain, the agony," she replied, her hips still rolling forward, desperate for relief.

"Very good. That's right." She smirked. "Jesus. The martyr. The victim. Dying and bloody. Broken. Tortured." She slid out of the pew and held out her hand. "Now tell me what you think it is."

"What?" She was confused.

"You said you didn't believe," she explained. "Now tell me what you think it is. And come, darling."

Eve reached out and took the proffered hand. "What do you mean?"

"Do you believe? If not, then what is this?" she pointed toward the image, "or perhaps it's not that you don't believe. Perhaps in fact you do, but simply cover your hate with atheism."

"Hate?"

"You're a smart girl," Maria smiled, her fingers trailing up her arm.

"You're an evil woman," Eve breathed.

"Perhaps." She leaned in, her lips pressed against her ear. "But I'm not the one who wanted dark shit. Now tell me the truth. Do. You. Hate?"

"Yes," Eve gasped, her hands reaching around to cup the Italian's ass, her nails digging into the fabric.

"Yes, you do, and I know that, and if you were to ask, I'd tell you that I hate Him too. She whispered. "Now tell me what you see in that image."

"I see... the suffering," Eve panted, her hands moving around to the front of the woman's pants, her fingers sliding between her legs. She would never have thought just how erotic those could be.

"Yes, but more than that, you hate that suffering. It disgusts you."

"Yesssss," she hissed, her fingers working their way up and down the crotch, a lightness filling her very being.

"Then say it. You hate Him," she purred, her teeth gently scraping the soft flesh.

"Yes," Eve nodded, her body trembling, her legs weak and her pussy aching, her heart beating wildly.

"Then say it. Say, 'I hate you'." Maria's voice was firm.

"I..."

"Say it," the Italian commanded.

"I... hate you."

"There you go. Now come." She grabbed the younger woman's hand and dragged her up the aisle toward the doors, the woman's heels clicking on the marble floor before turning to open the confessional. "Someone needs to confess." She shoved her in and shut the door behind them.

"What? What are you doing?" Eve asked, her body trembling, her mind awhirl, her legs feeling weak with exhilaration. She'd said it out loud. Hate. Hate. Hate. She looked up at the crucifix, which hung on the wood panel above the adjoining window where a priest would sit, and then over at an image of the sacred heart of Jesus and Our Lady of Sorrows. Hate. Yes. That was the truth of it. Then she looked to the woman in the perfectly fitted suit in front of her and felt not revulsion, not fear, but a growing sense of devotion and desire.

"Confess." She stood there, hands planted on her hips, blazer open, tie dangling free. Jesus, she was irresistible!

"Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned," a slow smile crept across her face before continuing, "and I will sin again."

"Will you now?" Maria smiled, sliding in beside the young woman and pulling her close, her lips trailing up the side of her face, her hands slowly running up her thigh, her breath hot against her skin. "I know that you hate, dear. I can taste it." Her teeth scraped the flesh as she spoke, her hand sliding beneath the dress to rest upon the warm, soaked panties. "Mhm, tell me, my love." Her fingers began to rub over the wet fabric, her black nails scratching her skin.

"What do you want to know?" She asked, her voice thick with lust.

"Curse him. Blaspheme him as you never have before," Maria purred, her other hand moving up and pulling at the dress, the hem of the skirt rising up and exposing her legs.

Her eyes were locked upon the image of the sacred heart and the weeping virgin beside it as she began, "Fuck you, fuck you, you miserable excuse for a fucking god." She growled, the words coming from deep within her, "You fucking bastard." Her nails dug into the wood of the bench, her hips rolling forward. "How dare you! How dare you make us suffer! How dare you torture us! You motherfucking son of a bitch!" The words tumbled forth as she felt the other woman's fingers slide beneath the lace and enter her, her head resting against her cheek. "You never looked better than when you were bleeding out on that cross, your whore mother crying at your feet." She hissed, the words tasting sweet on her lips. "I fucking hate you!"

"There you go," Maria purred, her finger quickening, her thumb pressing into the clit. "Good girl. That's a good girl." Her lips gently kissed up the side of the woman's face, her teeth nipping the flesh, before she sank to her knees between Eve's legs.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck," Eve gasped, her body trembling, her legs spreading wider.

"Mhm, that's it," Maria smirked, her hands pulling the dress up and over her waist, her eyes locked on the dripping cunt, her tongue darting out to lick the wet panties, the taste of the arousal making her moan.

Eve watched as the director licked the panties before slowly sliding them down until they fell to her ankles, her legs still spread wide. She reached down and ran her fingers through the woman's hair, her nails scraping her scalp. "That's right," she breathed. "You are a hungry little wolf, aren't you?"

"Yes. And now I'm going to feast." She licked up the thigh, her nose nudging the lips, her teeth biting the soft flesh before moving up, her tongue teasing the clit, her hands wrapping around the ass to pull her closer.

"Ohhhh, fuck, yes. That's right, eat me. Eat me up. Eat me. Drink me." Eve panted, her hands pressing Maria's face deeper, her hips rolling forward.

Maria moaned deeply into her sex, the vibrations making the other woman gasp in pleasure. She pressed her face in deep, her tongue sliding up inside her, her fingers moving around to press into the clit, the pressure building inside her. She knew the woman was close, but such a rapture was rare, and so she pulled back before the climax. She saw the sudden frustration in her eyes, the way she shifted in her seat, but it was quickly replaced with lust when she leaned back and slowly began to undo her belt, pulling it loose and then unzipping her pants. "Oh... like the Holy Eucharist?"

"If you want to see it that way," Eve said, her hands running up her own body, her fingers digging into her breasts as she watched the woman pull the zipper down, the blazer hanging loose and open, her shirt half unbuttoned, tie hanging loose and free.

"I do." Maria smirked, "And perhaps I have some Eucharist wafers at home. That way Jesus could join us, hrm?" She purred, sliding her blazer off and tossing it to the side.

"Oh?" Eve breathed, her body feeling warm all over, her heart beating faster as she watched the woman undress. "You have consecrated hosts?"

"Mhm, mhm," she nodded, standing up and unbuttoning the shirt, the black bra coming into view.

Eve noticed the ink peeking on her wrist as the sleeve of her blouse rode up her arm. Apart from the bits and pieces she could see, a leviathan cross sat proudly on the outer wrist, a goat's head in a pentacle on the inner wrist. It was the sort of thing that would have made her run away not long ago. Now here, in this place, with the image of Christ dying above her head, his blood dripping down his face, she only felt a growing excitement.

"And why would you have those?"

"To desecrate them. To fuck, trample, and do whatever else I wish to the body of Christ." Her eyes burned with a dark lust. She pulled the blouse from her slacks before further loosening the tie.

"Jesus, you're beautiful!" Even declared as she pulled her into a kiss, tasting herself on the woman's lips.

Maria smiled against her lips. "Thank you." Her fingers undid the rest of the buttons. She leaned back, and as she did so, Eve saw an image stretching up her side of a famous painting inverted. In the painting, Saint Michael stood on the head of Satan, sword raised in victory... but here it was Satan who stood atop Michael, a look of anguish on his angelic face as a spear was poised just above his neck in mid-strike. "What do you think?" She asked, her finger tracing up the side of Eve's face.

"You... really are a devil," Eve whispered, her fingers running up the woman's arms, gently gripping the muscles of her biceps.

"Only a servant of them." She smirked as she slid the blouse from her shoulders.

"Mmmmm," Eve moaned, her hands sliding forward and grasping the woman's bra-clad breasts.

"Now then, let's finish what we started," she said, moving in for another kiss.

Eve's hands moved down, her nails digging into the firm flesh of her ass as Maria straddled her. "I like the sound of that."

Maria smiled as she rolled off to sit on the bench, her back resting against the wall, her legs spread wide, her slacks unbuttoned but still on. "Well then come here," she purred.

She obeyed, moving between the woman's legs before slowly kissing her way down her abdomen, her hands running over the taut muscles and firm thighs, peeling the slack off as she did.

"That's a good girl." Maria reached down and ran her fingers through the dark hair, gently guiding her toward her sex.

"Mmmm," she moaned, her tongue darting out and running up the length of the lips, tasting the Italian's sweet nectar.

"Ohhhhh, yes," Maria moaned, her hand sliding up and cupping her breast beneath the bra.

"I knew you tasted good." Eve grinned as she pulled the pants down to the woman's ankles, her fingers dancing over the skin of her calves.

"Come, darling," Maria purred, her legs spreading wider, her fingers wrapping around a handful of hair. She wasn't gentle. She practically forced Eve back down.

Eve smirked at the woman's need, her tongue darting out to run up the length of the woman's soaked slit before her tongue slid inside, and she began to drink from the Italian's wellspring.

"Ohhhh, fuck yes," Maria moaned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck. Oh, Jesus fucking Mary!"

"He probably did," Eve chuckled from her place buried between her thighs.

"Yes he did, just like this... oh fuck yes!" She gasped as Eve's tongue pressed against her clit. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop!" She panted, her body trembling with pleasure as the younger woman's tongue lapped at her dripping pussy. "Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me, please!" She begged.

Eve moved up, her mouth wrapping around the woman's clit as she slid her fingers into her gently, curling them to massage the woman's g-spot.

"Ahhhhhhh," Maria hissed, her nails digging into the wood of the bench. "Yes, yes, fuck. Faster! Faster!" She commanded, her legs wrapping around the other woman's neck and pulling her close. "Faster! Yes! Like that. Like that! Just like that."

Eve's tongue danced around the clit as her fingers moved in and out of her, her teeth gently scraping the nub, her head moving up and down as she drank deep of the Italian's nectar.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Get up here!" She commanded, her body trembling with ecstasy, her back arching, her fingers digging into her hair as she pulled her into a savage kiss. She tasted her own sex on the woman's lips, her tongue darting in to taste her, her legs tightening around her, nails scraping her scalp, her hips rolling forward. "More! More! I need more! Give it to me!"

Eve smirked against the other woman's lips, her hand moving down to press into Maria's clit as she felt the shadow of a kiss on her neck before teeth clamped onto the tender flesh, making her moan in ecstasy. "Ohhhhh, fuck. Fuck!" She panted, her body trembling as Maria bit and sucked her neck while she began to rub her crotch back and forth on her leg.

Maria's nails dug into the flesh of her neck as her lips left a trail of bruises and love bites, which would be impossible to hide as she continued to rock her hips. She could feel the Italian's wetness on her skin. She could hear the soft moans of pleasure she was making as she rocked her hips back and forth. She looked up at the images of the Sacred Heart and the Virgin Mary in ecstasy. "Do you like what you see?" She gasped.

Maria's lips trailed down her neck, her nails scratching her skin, leaving red trails in their wake. She moved back to look up at the bleeding Christ. "Well, do you?" She spat at him before looking back down at Eve, her dark eyes full of lust and hunger.

"What?" Eve breathed as fingers moved faster, pressing into the clit.

"Do you like what you see?" Maria purred, her nails raking up her side. "Because I fucking do."

"Yes, I like what I see. Very much so," Eve moaned, her head resting against the other woman's shoulder.

"I'm glad to hear that." Maria smiled, leaning in and kissing the younger woman, her tongue darting in and tasting her. "Mhm, you taste so good." Her hands slid over the woman's ass and squeezed. "So firm," she whispered. "So tight."

"I want you," Eve moaned as she pushed her thigh against the woman's sex.

"Ohhhh, fuck yes." She moaned as she neared climax. "You're so beautiful," Maria whispered as she moved down to kiss her neck, her free hand moving up and wrapping around her throat, her nails digging into the tender flesh.

"So are you," Eve moaned, her body trembling, as her lover's hips kept rocking back and forth, her own hand now rubbing herself closer to the edge.

"Ave Satanas. Say it!" Maria growled through gasps of pleasure, her grip tightening.

"Ave Satanas!" She hissed as her body trembled, her toes curling.

"Again! Say it again!"

"Ave Satanas!" Eve panted.

"Again!" Maria hissed, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her neck.

"Ave Satanas!" She gasped as she came, her body trembling, her legs going weak as Maria's thrusts slowed, becoming longer, more deliberate as she began to shudder in ecstasy. "That's right," the Italian purred, her eyes closed, her mouth open wide, her hand still wrapped around the woman's throat, her other hand holding the broken rosary from before, the beads now pressed against her palm. "Again. Say it."

"Ave Satanas! Ave Satanas! Ave Satanas!" She moaned, her hands moving up to grasp the older woman's arms, her nails digging into the flesh, her head resting against her bosom as she came down.

Maria gave two short moans before she came, her body tensing as she squeezed her lover tightly, her nails digging into her skin, her lips trailing up and down the side of the woman's face before her hands slid around and cupped the brunette's face. She stared into Eve's eyes with a passion and desire that sent shivers down her spine. "Very good," Maria breathed, leaning in and kissing her softly, her tongue gently running along her lips. "Will you repent of this?" She asked breathlessly, a sheen of sweat coating her breaststroke still trapped in her bra.

"No," Eve smirked, her hands sliding up and running through the woman's dark hair, her fingers trailing through the long strands. "And I don't think I will ever go back. Not now."

"Mhm, no?" Maria smirked, her eyes twinkling.

"No."

"But you will," She kissed her deeply, her fingers trailing down her cheek before gently caressing the woman's neck where she had dug her teeth into the flesh. "You will wear your religious paraphernalia, go to mass, and all. It will simply have a new meaning for you." Her finger slid over the red marks on the woman's neck. "You'll see them as symbols of lust and devotion, not the oppression you saw them as before."

Eve looked up at the woman, her body tingling from the afterglow of their lovemaking. "And what about you?"

"I will come with you... as a friend." She kissed her gently.

"And no one will be the wiser." Eve smirked.

"No one." The Italian smiled. "But we will both know."

"We will," Eve replied, her hands moving around to run up Maria's back, her fingers dancing over the muscles beneath the skin. "I like that."

"So do I." Maria kissed her again, this time more passionately, her tongue darting in and tasting the woman's lips. "Now I must get back despite my disheveled state, so... give me your number, and I'll text you. We can have dinner together this week if you like. Perhaps after showing you the... special exhibit at the museum."

"Sounds good to me," Eve smirked, moving out of the way as Maria stood up, her body trembling slightly as she got her clothes on.

Maria buttoned up her shirt before leaning down and kissing her lover again. "Give me your number; I'll text you."

"I look forward to it." She handed her a business card as their eyes met again.

Maria smiled as she tucked the card into her pocket. "I'll be in touch."

"I look forward to it," Eve purred, leaning in to kiss her. "See you soon."

"Yes. Soon. Very soon." The Italian smiled as she leaned in and kissed her deeply, her tongue darting in to taste the woman's lips before pulling away and leaving her in the confessional. She gave one last smirk over her shoulder before opening the door to the sanctuary and stepping out.

Soon.