God be damned. Heaven and hell be damned.
He was a priest. He was a worshiper of God. A devoted follower. And he was fucking in the confession booth.
How far had be fallen from his place? How odd was it for the young priest to have this woman under him, clawing him and dragging her nails down his chest.
He was named after an angel, for God's sake. He was the father of a church.
But he kept his mind on another thing, the tiny young woman under him, practically eating his face with hers as he had her pressed against the confession booth, The wire pressing into her skin and leaving tiny indents that he ran his fingers over, brushing against her ribs and tasting what seemed like sulfur on her skin.
The cathedral echoed their voices as he thrust against her, balancing her in a bent leg and feeling her huff as she ran her nails in his hair. Castiel loved the way Meg felt, how she was slick and warm, and how when he rammed her she opened her mouth to try and scream, only to have her muffled by his own lips.
They way she was with him was unholy, but he loved the way she made him lust for her.
He had both hands grasping her breasts, toying with her nipple in his fingers when she made more sharp sounds, and with a grin he ran his hands from her breasts to her sides.
Even in the cramped space they seemed to make the best of it.
The heat was intense and she helped sooth the burn by dragging her nails all over him, blood trickling from the trails and warm heat entering the sores she left on him.
It was their routine; every Thursday they met, fucked, went home, and then went to church on Sunday.
Such dirty, disgusting things he felt pleasurable.
Just then a sound caused them to stop, as Sister Pamela wandered into the Sanctuary, apparently looking for someone.
"Father Novak?" she called, and Meg stirred uncomfortably before Castiel pressed a finger to her lips.
"Sister?" his gruff voice replied.
"Oh, my apologies, Father," She bowed, walking backwards towards the door. "I hadn't realized…"
"It's alright. I'll…finish here and help you to your car."
When the woman left, he sighed and looked back down to Meg. "She's blind…" he offered.
"Whatever. Just fuck me, Father."