Sunday Cat 🍫🥛🐱
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“If only I could give you more,” Ghost mused, “One day… I will.”
Johnny moaned again. Hot tears streamed down his face as Ghost’s mouth shattered his sense of control into dust. His rosary beads snagged on one of the gargoyle’s horns when Johnny suddenly reached out to grab onto something, anything that was within reach that he could cling to. Ghost growled in pleasure, and the rumble of the soft stone against his hot flesh was almost enough. Almost enough… just a little more…
Dizzying heat pooled in Johnny’s gut and flooded his senses. He wanted to tell Ghost to keep going, to stop, something—but his mouth kept forging through the prayer even though he wanted to scream Ghost’s name until his voice gave out.
“…to thee do we send up our… sighs, mourning and—mmnhh—m-mourning and weeping in… i-in this vale of t-tears—” MacTavish faltered, inhaled deeply, and he would have continued on if Ghost hadn’t started stroking his palms across Johnny’s thighs, up his chest, pinning him down as he—oh, steaming Jesus—
The praying stopped. Johnny’s mouth hung open in silent rapture as he convulsed like a man possessed atop the altar. Ghost’s mouth flooded with seed, and Johnny barely had enough strength to raise his head to watch as the gargoyle’s lips split open and spilled it all back onto Johnny’s thighs, earning several unexpected lashes of it across his mouth as Johnny failed to fight off a second wave. The gargoyle licked his lips with a debauched grin and tongued at the mess pooling between them like he was starving for it.
“No more prayers, Johnny?” asked Ghost with breathless glee, “How was your first taste of sin? I’d say mine was… very fulfilling.” With a hint of softer mournfulness in his voice, he muttered, “I’d swallow it if I could, but… there’s nowhere for it to go.”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4qzjoltoyv6sbzv6zzjhdeas/bafkreihqc5zsxjaw4ekaghcjom75svyuea7tt2g63otwinkdzyk364cg6e@jpeg)
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