Blasphemy Phone Sex, Aria Falls From Grace Part One

This is something I recently got into. Thanks to a certain client, I’ve enjoyed the sinful pleasures of blasphemy phone sex. Now, enjoy this little fantasy I have concocted…

The time is almost upon us. Soon the moon will be at it’s peak, and we can get started. The stink of this church is putting a pit in my stomach, but I hold strong. My five dark priests stand at their respective points of the pentagram, ready to begin the chant. As each minute passes, my heartbeat quickens. Tonight is the night I give myself to the dark lord.

This honor has been chosen for me since the moment I came into this world. The crimson pentagram over my womb the sign that I was the chosen one. So I was hailed a princess, and treated like royalty by everyone. But now, it is time for my wedding… it is time for my coronation. It is the first full moon since becoming ripe for my husband to be.

The moment the moon has reached it’s peak, I feel it in my soul.

Immediately the dark priests begin chanting. I grip the cloth tie that holds my black cloak together. My heartbeat races, and my thighs squeeze together as an unfamiliar heat pulses low in my stomach.

The earth begins shaking, and the giant cross mounted from the ceiling tumbles to the floor. The pentagram glows crimson and the air becomes heavy. A red mist leaks out of the huge cracks that have formed in the ground, billowing up and up and up until I have to crane my neck to see the top.

The priests chanting come crashing to their knees, their last breaths used to finish the spell to summon our dark lord. So once the spell is done, I am left standing alone before my husband. The mist clears and my legs tremble at the sight of him. Slick wetness leaks from my untouched pussy and a breathy sigh escapes my lips, causing him to smile.

“It seems my bride is not disappointed at the sight of her husband. I’m pleased…” His voice is low and smoky, like a fine glass of whisky sliding down your throat. Just hearing it makes my nipples to erect it’s painful. The fabric of my cloak rubs against them causing me to whimper. “Now now, poor thing. I can’t blame you for being so affected by me my dear. Pure beings cannot withstand my presence for long without losing their mind. I guess we are just going to have to speed things along.”

I’m swaying on my feet, vision going hazy as his scent wraps around me. I want him, this sinful devil. So I reach up with trembling hands and unclasp my cloak, letting it fall to the floor and exposing my naked body.

“P-please my l-lord… t-take me as y-your bride…”

My strength runs out and I start to fall to the floor, but like a flash he wraps me up in his strong arms. Everywhere my skin comes into contact with him lights up in a feverish flame. A moan that is more of a wordless plea rips from me and I shamelessly rub my stiff nipples against his bare chest.

“What a naughty little thing you turned out to be Aria… Now answer me this, do you pledge your mind, body, and soul to me, your lord Satan. Do you pledge to be every bit the Whore of Babylon and ruthless queen of hell fit to rule beside me for the end of time? Hurry up now, before your brain becomes jello…”

His voice is a caress on my heated skin. It takes everything I have to nod my head weakly and whisper the words “I pledge thee my mind, body, and soul. I pledge to satisfy all carnal desires and rule beside you until the end of time.”

With that, my vows are binding. With that, his smile turned salacious and the real ceremony began…

 

Enjoying part one of my blasphemy phone sex blog? Come back sunday to catch the finale! Or get the super hot audio!

xoxo

Aria

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