Obliviously

“Oh… Yeah… Sorry...” Matthew stammered, scrambling to his feet misinterpreting Irene’s words he looked around once at his feet to suddenly become aware of the mocking laughter of the two demons just across the property line as they broke with the monotony of their evening patrols.

Feeling flustered, Matthew turned offering a hand a heaving Irene back to her feet.

“You saved us.” Matthew stammered with admiration.

“Come on. Let’s go.” Irene replied brushing herself off before taking Matthew’s hand and marching them back from the property line into the shadows of the cemetery.

“Look, I’m… I’m sorry…” Matthew stammered, at a loss to explain what had come over him, thinking that some how Irene had been stronger, had pulled him back to safety.

Unaware of her own visions, her own corrupt actions, her own new awareness and needs to please and fulfill her master. The claimant of her soul.

“When was the last time you got off?” Irene demanded firmly, stopping in the middle of the cemetery, and gazing around the shadowy monuments watching for any signs of movement, or watchers.

“ What!? I… I’d… Never!” Matthew stammered, at a loss of how to honestly reply to the blindside the question was presenting.

Dropping to her knees Irene grabbed at and wrestled with Matthew’s pants, forcefully pulling him closer when he tried to step back, swatting his hands away when they tried to grab.

“WHAT ARE YOU...”

“SHUT UP!” Irene commanded Matthew a firm finger pointed up at him.

“Do you want the others to know? Do you want them to question if you’re some weak link? Some risk? A hazard?” Irene questioned sternly in hushed shouts, resisting the hungry desires in jubilation within her.

“Look… Maybe you were vulnerable because its been a while.” Irene began to coerce. “Let me help with that.”

“I… I… I can’t!” Matthew replied, aghast he was somehow having this conversation, trying to shake the thoughts of Irene playing with his cock in place of the cop.

“Its not sex!” Irene remarked, “I’m just going to suck you off. No masturbating, no premarital. Just a quick bj.”

Pausing for a moment Irene let the silence after her statement sink in.

“Something to take the edge off. Something to reduce temptation. Something, to help us both feel a bit better.” Irene pleaded, slowly putting her hands into action, undoing his pants as Matthew seemed frozen in consideration.

“No, it’d be taking advantage…” Matthew began responding only to find Irene shushing him.

“No. Please don’t. I want to. You’ve been so nice, so strong… It’ll help me. Knowing, you let me do something special for you.” Irene lovingly responded, delicately fishing his cock free, and delicately running her hand up its rigid length, feeling it’s warmth. Before planting a kiss on its side.

“You’ve been so sweet. And kind to me. Let me do this, I want to.” Irene paused a hand Matthew moved to block her.

“Please. I want to.” Irene added, suppressing the joy of the uneven breaths and hesitation faltering before her. “Think of me instead of her.”

Matthew struggled with the temptation, Irene’s last words drawing him to glance back in the direction the had come from, the flashlights now off, the shadow clad figures glowing eyes clearly gazing towards them in the shadow.

“I think they can see us…” Matthew mumbled.

“Let them.” Irene confidently replied, finally mouthing the head of Matthew’s cock, relishing his spasm, and shock response to the sensation as he began to receive his first ever blowjob.

Irene moaned lavishly as she trapped the cock in the vacuum of her lips, teasing the ridge of its, head, it slit with her tongue, before stroking the shaft with her lips.

She stared straight up, wide eyed with need before slowly rotating her head, and lips slightly as she dragged up his shaft. Irene stared Matthew down, watching as he struggled to resist, or interdict what she was doing.

Irene milked his shaft with one hand alongside her lips, her tongue contouring, and exploring the head of his cock each pull up, before diving it down, deeper, ever closer to her throat, inviting him to just thrust deeper.

Irene’s other hand pawed and groped at his crotch, her nails scratching with futility at the cloth she wished didn’t separate them.

Matthew was at a loss what to do, completely thrown off guard by the sensations, feeling all the desires, and corrupts visions feeling strangely fulfilled.

Even as every blink away from watching Irene on her knees seemed to leaving a photo negative behind his eyelids of a demon like Judy on her knees behind Irene, whispering and grabbing at the woman’s body lewdly.

Matthew thought about turning her, seeing Irene turn just like Judy. Just like those Judy had turned indeed, consciously trying to banish the thought he felt himself cusp, trembling in shock, struggling with a sensation he hadn’t expected, disappointed himself for not stopping.

As Irene moaned happily, suckling his seed from his cock, swallowing it with ease, and without hesitation.

Suddenly the remorse swelled within him. Matthew trying to think of how to voice it,or come to turns with it.

All as Irene stood, wiped her lips and gave a finger to the two silhouettes who laughed loudly in response before turning and walking further away.

“We… we… we really… shouldn’t have.” Matthew stammered, question what sin was committed, what was there to confess and atone for.

“I wanted to.” Irene responded sincerely, taking Matthew’s hands before kissing him on the lips. “What more important, are the visions of her gone?” Irene asked nodding her head towards the demonic cops growing further in the distance.

Matthew paused for a minute to consider it. He knew he had seen the vision, clearly, actively,. Yet now he couldn’t even try to imagine them.

Was Irene right? Had she expelled the temptress thoughts he had been suddenly afflicted with?