Falling Back

To Bernard's great surprise, her hands suddenly released his hair. It took a few seconds, during which he eagerly continued licking, before he realized what had happened. He hastily withdrew. Breathing heavily, he tried to clear his head again. He struggled to get to his feet. His trousers, which were still open, threatened to slip down to the back of his knees. He held them tightly. He didn't get the chance to put his pants on and close them properly.

She had already stood up with ease and walked slowly towards him. Although she made no gestures and remained completely silent, he inevitably sensed a deadly threat emanating from her. A mischievous streak played around her smiling mouth. Her eyes pierced into his.

His mind seemed to be wrapped in cotton wool. His tunnel vision was focused on the naked woman who was approaching him steadily. The world around them had faded out. What's wrong with me, he asked himself, close to panic. He didn't understand the emotions that had gripped him. He was forbidden to have such feelings. And yet his body seemed to be developing a life of its own. Did he desire her? No, no! That couldn't be. It must not be!

Bernard backed away until he bumped into a church pew. He stumbled and almost fell. He leaned on the pew with one hand and caught himself. With the other, he desperately gripped the waistband of his pants.

The stranger took the opportunity to close the gap between them. In an instant, she was directly opposite him, so close that her large nipples were almost touching his bare chest.

"Get away from me, demon," he croaked in a raspy voice.

Her face brightened in delight. She winked coquettishly in his direction.

"Ah, you've finally recognized me. Then we can finally get down to business."

Bernard was dumbfounded. What was this woman talking about? What she implied was impossible. Even if his faith did not rule out the existence of demons. These creatures did not walk on God's earth. And they certainly did not enter the consecrated house of the Lord.

He had to put an end to this farce. Immediately. His throat was tight, his mouth completely parched.

"Leave ... my ... church."

It took him several attempts to utter these few words. Meanwhile, he continued to stagger backwards, his pursuer close on his heels. She was in no hurry, just keeping a steady distance.

"Why should I leave you? You bade me come in yourself. You said you were glad I was here." She grinned wickedly, confident of victory.

Then his back touched the wall. His escape was over.