Nothing...

Matthew breathed deeply leaning back against the front door of the church after circling it for more times than he cared to count on patrol. Glancing at his watch he breathed deeply before rolling his shoulders and neck, trying to loosen the exhaustion from them, and distract himself from any thought of how time truly seemed to be dragging on.

"Hey, you holding up okay?" A strangely pleasant voice for the circumstances asked him as a set of near inaudible steps approached him.

"You really should be inside." Matthew tried to convey sternly, this was his watch, and one he intended to do as long, and late as necessary to spare the risks of others out here.

"And leave you alone?" Irene replied her voice and dimly lit gaze clearly communicating her disbelief in the words trying to usher her back in. Reaching out her hands a cup of coffee came into view from the shadows.

"You're supposed to be getting some sleep." Matthew remarked, taking the offered cup and sipping the hot coffee, its heat burning his tongue, the strange burning dissipating into an odd buzzing sensation.

"I can sleep when I'm dead." The red head lightheartedly replied with a lazy shrug, grinning broadly and chuckling in a lighthearted manner that brightened Matthew's mood with how natural it seemed. Little did he know of the real reason for Irene's calm and lighthearted spirits. She already was dead, her mind drifted to the hot electrifying embrace she felt immersed in as her limp body felt so distant. The all encompassing impression upon her mind of how she was yet to play her part, how she was yet to be refined into a proper tool with purpose for something far greater than she had previously imagined.

Cocking her head sideways Irene let her shoulders slink down, shifting them back she felt the grazing touch of the t-shirt upon her hardened nipples in the cool night air. "Turn around." Irene said softly with a nod away from her.

"Why?" Matthew answered, turning slightly to gaze across at the innocent patrol on the otherside of the property line. Shadowy figures that looked as if they could be chatting, except for the strangely quiet calm of the night not carrying the slightly semblence of a sound away from the figures. Matthew stiffened for a moment as the small hands took firm hold of his shoulders from behind.

"Stay still, just relax." Irene instructed, as she firmly gripped, pulled, and rubbed at Matthew's tense shoulders.

"What are you..." Matthew began to respond only to stop as he was shushed.

"We're all so tense, let me just massage away some of the tension for you." Irene replied, sensing how at ease he was falling as her hands seemed to radiate with tempting, relaxing, and warming touch. "These quiet nights are harder on all of us." Irene whispered, her lips lingering just behind Matthew's shoulders, Irene regretting she wasn't closer in height to reach his ears.

Letting a quiet moment pass, the only sound they could hear the heavy relaxing breaths of Matthew as he succumbed to the pleasure of the massaging of his shoulders.

"It was so much easier when we could hear them. Knowing for sure they were there without needing to stop and watch." Irene continued calmly, "Hearing, and knowing just exactly where they were, knowing just what they could be doing."

"Uh yeah... It was a bit less.... Disquieting..." Matthew mindlessly agreed trying to shake the memories of this one time he went to a spa not long after high school with a girlfriend. He tried to keep his mind from drifting to thoughts of how much better it would feel to have those massaging hands upon his bare skin.

"Can I ask you a question for an honest answer?" The words seemed innocent enough to Matthew as he heard them.

"Uh huh." He replied before taking another sip of the coffee, pausing to glance at the mug as he felt the sip cut short by its emptiness. He shook the tug questioning how he had drunk it all already.

"Did all those noisy nights make you question..." Irene's voice drifted off, her mind struggling how to measure, and phrase this just right. "Question if it was... arousing you?" Irene sheepishly continued, shyness not of the question, or the topic, but of not luring innocently enough with it.

Matthew's body grew stiff in her hands. Irene questioned if she had pushed too hard. Wondered if any concern had been raised since the false security of her fiery fuck several nights prior.

In truth Matthew was perplexed and puzzled how to respond. Awkwardly stumbling in his thoughts with how to respond.

"Its.. uh... Only natural..." He awkwardly began fumbling for words, and terms he had heard used and coached many times for use at times for discussion about things such as infidelity. "For us the feel the temptation of the flesh, the pull of more... natural needs." Matthew gulped fumbling for where he was going. "But we have a soulful burden, as more than just... uh... er... Animals to refrain from succumbing to such temptations, and withstanding those temptations until the appropriate times under matrimony."

"I... uh... see then..." Irene replied, stepping out from behind Matthew she stared across the parking lot to the shadowy figures paused in their passing patrols of each other to chat socially. As if normal guards patrolling a mall at closing.

"What is it?" Matthew asked, feeling sudden weight in his stomach, and concern.

"Nothing..." Irene started before pausing. "I just feel concern."

After a momentary pause seemed to pull into eternity Irene looked directly to Matthew. "How do we know no one's feeling pressure for release."

Irene skipped down the front steps of the church.

"Irene, don't." Matthew's words were heavy with concern, his arm reached out slightly, his mind feeling a sudden stupor as thoughts of helping Irene 'relieve' sexual pressure wormed its way amongst his thoughts. The slightest taint of the Idol's corruption having reached him, and doing all it could before the next prayer could purge it taking root.

"Then come here." Irene responded with a smirk a playful tone. "I'm just going to do a patrol around"

As Matthew came down the steps questioning in his head if she was going to do what he had thought, or had his mind been lured to wander in lurid directions felt some ease fall over him.

As Irene wrapped herself around his arm, and started to guide them in a lap around the church. As if they were some innocent couple having a nice evenings walk.

The sound of the ground crunching under their feet, the idle light chat as they circled round the side of the church, veered off into the shadowy grounds of the cemetery behind, and with Matthew not even realizing it, further afield from the church than any other patrol he had taken.

They circled the church grounds, easily cutting halfway to the property line. Slowly their walking together became tighter, the nesting of Irene's shoulder under Matthew's armpit, his arm pulled stiff, and held tight by two clasped hand, resting his arm through the valley of her chest, his hand bumping against Irene's midriff with almost every step.

Little did Matthew know of the thoughts stirring in Irene's head. The temptation to invite him to play with her, the wish she had nothing but the shirt on so she could rub her wetness upon his hand, so she could invite him to consciously lap at her juices and not simply sip on their dilution.

She considered the idea of pulling him to the property line and flinging him over. Asking demons to hold him down as she straddled and fucked him herself before leaving him to his fate as she rewarded any aid.

A flashlight flared at them from the property line, the couple parted their embrace shielding their eyes.

Images of being caught cock deep with Irene on all fours before him flashed and turned negative upon Matthew's eyes, the faded impression emerging with each blink as he raised a hand to shield his eyes from the unexpected light.

Matthew's groan and grunt of discomfort kept him from hearing the unmistakable gasp of pleasure from Irene, her face going flush as she was inundated with not some mere vision of temptation, but a scene she couldn't have imagined. A demonic looking girl, entangled by a mess of tentacles violating her every way sexually imaginable, fucking her unrelentingly into unconsciousness. Two words echoing out in pleasure from the impossibly long vision to have lasted barely seconds.

A simple, sultry, "I'm cumming."

"You two are straying a bit far, wouldn't want the good father accusing us of impropriety." One of the hypersexualized cops taunted, the hand not on the flash light tugging on the front buttons of her shirt. "I'm gonna have to ask you both head on home now. Before I have to instruct you over here to submit for an inspection."