The 'normal' one takes her mouth, knowing this angel will take the demons from him

The normal looking guy decided not to wait for her, instead taken his equally normal cock to her face. He too wasn't a Don Juan, but he didn't feel the need to indulge. It seemed to take a special girl to get him going, and though he couldn't say what it was about Mary that had made him come back repeatedly to fuck her he knew that she'd roused something in him that had to be quenched. She'd infected him with dirty thoughts that kept coming to him, tormenting him. He found himself thinking about sex more, suddenly needing it, his purity ripped away. But Mary had left, and he couldn't betray her with someone else, so he waited. Then he saw this one, wearing Mary's panties and uniform, and he knew she was the one.

The thorns she utilised were all he needed to be convinced. She understood pain, about needing it, wanting to be hurt to make amends for sins and to compensate for feeling pleasure. One had to suffer to enjoy, and she suffered on stage, and it was quite clear she was suffering now. Probably deep inside she was screaming with pleasure, but like him she could only feel the pleasure if there was an equal pain. Otherwise there would be imbalance and infection of the soul, just as Mary had infected him.

He wouldn't need to inflict pain on her, though, not with the big man doing it for him, but he'd need to feel it himself, and only her teeth would be able to do it.

Sighing he touched himself. A terrible thing to do. Filthy and disgusting, but he needed it so much. Mary had awoken demons, and they burrowed beneath his skin. It was as if they festered within, procreating to breed new ones until he felt the pressures rising from his testicles into his penis, raising the skin in welt-like blisters, lurking just below the skin. He was just in time, he knew. If this blessed girl hadn't come along to show herself as the one then they might have burst forth, spreading themselves through the very air.

Tenderly he touched her face, and she opened her mouth. He knew then that she was sent to him, that she was the one to take his demons. Blissfully he sank his blistered penis into her mouth so she could suck the sin from his soul and leave him cleansed.

"God will forgive me," he whispered, and kept whispering as he moved about, rotating his dick against every surface of her mouth, seeking out the sharpness of her teeth. "It's alright," he told her, "You can bite me. I know I've been bad."

The big man's efforts were what made the angel take the first of his demons. The massive cock had been pummelling the ends of her vagina so hard it felt like her uterus would pop off, and the back and forth pistoning had the already scraped membranes splitting from pressures that tried to stretch them.

"Take the demons," the man whispered, while the big man roared his climax and the angel shrieked.