#deliverence

[unholywriter]

I've been crawling up inside your lungs

Feeling up your mind with my tongue

I didn't need to know, but now I need to run

Tonight, we roll, we lock, we lunge

I've been awake for deliverance

Deliverance

Deliver me

I've been awake for deliverance

Deliverance

Deliver me

[quotelr]

A voice of one insulted by injustice will make others to be delivered from the same injustice.

Sunday Adelaja, The Mountain of Ignorance

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

Are you still writing deliverance?

Yes. >_>

TW: very dubious consent

It took little more than two minutes for the burning bile to finish making its way up her throat. Half of the coffee/noodle sludge was swallowed down after her throat gave a painful jolt from the contractions wriggling up from her belly. 

Bauler hiccuped and wiped her mouth. She felt his eyes on her just as much as she felt a particularly solid piece of gore slip off the center of her cheek as she braced her hands back over her knees, bowed in a downward lunge, preparing for another bout of vomit in case it decided to come up again. She hated puking nearly as much as Rodhiem at this moment… along with the dead man at her feet, who currently had her sick covering his neck and chest. It was fitting, despite how disgusting it was; the bastard deserved it, and… she took no small pleasure in it (although not as shamefully as she would have liked).

Quickly – after the office stopped churning - Bauler shuffled away from the sight, backing herself up against the divot in her L-shaped desk as her breath gradually came back to her with the help of a dozen gulps of air. Each breath brought in the acrid smell of vomit, but it was worth it just to feel the slightest bit less faint.

Her ears were still ringing when she spat out the residue in her mouth, barely registering the heavy bass-like purr creeping between her ribs, an echo of the alien’s nearness.

Raunchy's presence was like a megalithic block leaning into her bubble, but she'd already shut her eyes (with little thought of reopening them) moments ago, so how near he was was up for assumption. 

The darkness behind her eyelids darkened further as the first pangs of his humid breath eased along her throat. Even in this moment of post-retching, Bauler knew now what had been so odd about seeing his maskless face. He needed it to keep away from her, of course, and now…. as she grasped the edge of her desk behind her, he was going to turn into the monster she'd run from before. In hindsight, the idea might not have been so terrible if she wasn't cornered in her tiny office with the smell of death and puke filling her nostrils. 

A shameful and disgusting side of her had been entertaining what Raunchy could uncoil within her – they all ended with a sharply suggestive expression on her face and the chills. But the idea and the reality of such an act were utterly different, and no matter how much her wanton side enjoyed the view, she couldn't help how her body lurched at the feel of his warmth searing beside her. The two bodies by their feet didn't turn her on as much as she assumed they did Raunchy…

"Raun-Rau… you-your mask, put it back on."

" Mmyyyy maaahssk …" 

A small, electrical charge startled her brain as he growled, forcing her eyes to snap open – only to come face to face with his spread mandibles and sharp dripping teeth. His breath flooded against her face, raw and moist – it wasn't the best smell in the world, but anything was better than the stench of her vomit. Saliva leaked from the corners of his large-lower mandibles, clicking in rhythm with his purrs. The sight of him now wasn't as horrifying as it had been – she knew what she was in for, to say the least… not that the knowledge made her more equipped when her backside was squished into the desk by his much wider hips.

And there it was, the outline of a barely constrained and massive erection, pressing painfully into her stomach.

That frightful warmth surged up her legs and belly, centering on exactly where his hardness burned into her. His rough purrs did nothing but fuel the wrongness of the desire as it settled into every fiber - every capillary - every sensory nerve...

The moment she had of rationale – as brief and waning as it was – allowed her to reach around him, searching out the tie holding his mask at his hip, desperately trying to find a way around this turn of events. 

Raunchy seemed oblivious, his luring noises increasing as one of his large mitts grasped her neck almost tenderly. A lump of something hard formed in her throat as he tilted her backward, pressing her against the edge of one of her destroyed terminals. A few pieces of glass rubbed dangerously into her spine, teasing almost.

Bauler's hands still groped for something that – as far as she knew – wasn't even there… her search was more than likely useless, just like everything in life.

With a thumb on her chin, Raunchy turned her head sideways, grazing his maw along her shoulder, absorbing the air around her as he'd done before. Once again, she was reminded of how his actions and purrs did nothing to dissuade her arousal - not to flee, but to grind along the desire between his legs. The lure of his sounds would have been the envy of any man. Who knew anything could have made her body hot in a room of stiffening corpses…

Thankfully the world wasn't as bleak as she feared when one of her nails bent back in pain from slipping against a specific clasp; the clasp that carried enough hope for her to cry out in relief, but relief (like luck) just wasn't meant for her.

A deep roar was the only warning she got before her legs were ripped apart and her body shoved atop the desk. He pulled a muscle in her thigh that made her squeal again like a tortured animal. Whatever his customs of sex were, they obviously had little relation to her own… aside from… the obvious. The action had pulled her reassured hands from their goal - now they worked just to keep his body from her own as he started lowering to one knee, claws squeezing into the meat of her hip and thigh.

Another desperate ploy had her attempting to press him down as if she might be into it before climbing over him, but even her feigned consent did little to budge him. So she did the last thing she thought would work… she begged.

"… p-please…" But it was funny how little she got out before his intentions struck her silent.

"Fuck," she hissed as his hot breath wafted between her legs. 

"I don't want this… I-I don't… Oh, god." An impossibly long and narrow tongue slipped from his esophagus - the same thing that'd wrapped around her before, but now… it wasn't at her throat, but hovering an inch from her naked, bleeding cunt. 

Bauler was too shocked to vocalize how his slippery tongue felt as it slid along her stained inner thigh, cleaning her delicately while getting closer and closer to her sex. She winced, biting a delicate part of her upper lip as one mandible scratched against the side of her knee. Bauler wasn't even trying to kick him away at this point – it was a terrible thing; her bodily needs and her horrified conscience… both working for their own wants.

This wasn't about whether her body was responsive to him anymore – that wasn't even up for debate – but about how absolutely fucked she was. That tongue, though… the second it plunged inside her – expanding sharply like a wiggling tentacle tickling the back of her…even the better side of her lost the battle.

It hurt in a way; the tenderness inside her was still present despite his engorging appendage's ripple effect.

She closed her eyes and slumped back against her terminal with a bubble of spit threatening to slip out the corner of her mouth. She could only hope something improbable would happen… because that was the only way this wouldn't end with the inevitable. His thickening, thinning, and thrusting tongue was horribly good.

A brief memory of sneaking around her aunt's room – finding her stash of laughable pornography surfaced through the haze of pleasure. Those vids had glorified fictitious aliens 'endowments' (stuff reminiscent of old twentieth-century sci-fi movies). It was something she'd blushed and chuckled about after finding them, but now that girl was presently chuckling back at her. A rumble of amusement, arousal, and pride somehow came out of Raunchy's throat, even while he retracted his tongue from her… only to push it back in with another raucous sound. The noises he made were so complex in their tenor that each time he growled, a faint spark from the translator added another serene level to the feedback, making her eyelids flutter half-closed.

Nothing about this seemed immoral anymore; it hadn't seemed so for the last minute or two, regardless of how three of his claws were already buried half an inch inside her thigh. Blood dribbled, warm and wet, as it slipped in rivulets down the curve of her leg, but she was too far gone to care about the audible pats it made. The closer she got to this strange, near-apathetic release, the more it all... just felt right.

"Yessss… goood'gah'd," she sighed and mewled. He answered her, but not even the translator could begin to decipher it for all its flickering merit, but he went deep, stuffing her full of corkscrewing tongue.

"Shit!" A pang of dull pleasure resonated through her thighs, curling her toes stiffly as his tongue expanded, brushing that spongey patch inside while wetting her clit before the whole length of it left her with a squelching sound and damp flop.

Through slitted eyes, she saw his bloody tongue swirl back down his throat, but not before lapping at his teeth, marring them in her red blood like some kind of sick display. With the darkness of the office, the haze behind her eyes, and the fact that vision wasn't even fourth to the fact that she'd been left close to the brink yet again.

" It tastes as good as it smells... " Quickly, his tongue darted out to fill her again, shoving past any resistance her muscles gave and churning inside like some fleshy coil. The back of her head slammed back along the face of her terminal, bumping against the cut she'd received during the chaos, but it barely throbbed before her abdomen tensed almost painfully. Tears leaked at the corners of her eyes as his tongue brought her to a complex and bitter climax. It hurt as good as it felt and released thin trickles of arousal that grew cold around his tongue.

Immediately her body went sore, forgoing any post-euphoria she'd typically get after such a violent orgasm. Bauler choked softly, holding in painful groans as he kept searching and rubbing her inner walls raw.

Another flicker of an orgasm showed itself, settling somewhere deep and hidden, terrifying her to the point that she almost howled before pushing drastically against the inflamed crest of his forehead. For a second, she forgot the tongue inside her and ran her hands over the prickly texture of his crest – the spikes, the ridges, and the bumps. They were exotic enough for her to forget; for a moment, she'd been trying to escape him.

Raunchy withdrew from her eventually, but it wasn't for any mercy - she knew. The sharp look in his small eyes - as the now limp tongue slowly pulled itself back into his throat - was all she needed to know what he had in store for her.

He didn't disappoint in that regard, proving her right as he growled, flipping her over so suddenly that vertigo made her nauseous again. That now familiar lump clogged her throat, making it challenging to breathe through the panic that mounted with the shifting of his clothing.

"Not now… not now, later please - but god! - not now…" She begged quietly (more to her white-knuckled hands than him). No clever words came to mind… only 'please's,' and 'no's,' but they didn't work.

"No later. Nooowww..."

One heavy hand pressed her chest into her keyboard by the dip between her shoulder blades. Each key dug into her sternum like little bullets through the svelte lab coat. Another hand shoved the now tarnished coattails off her ass and up her middle back until both his hands were pinning her where she lay, panting and terrified on her own fucking desk. It was ironic in a way - that she'd be ripped open by the alien she'd kept comfortable at this very desk for almost a year… in fact… it was downright laughable, but an unduly thick cock started pushing fruitlessly into her petite body with little time for her to relish quick chuckles.

Nothing in life had prepared her for the agony he brought upon her; at no point in her life had she been with a man over average size, and right now… it seemed extremely stupid for her to have passed up that well-hung track runner in high school...

This was what pain was.

The burn - oh god, the fucking burning - it was abnormal. Those tears before - that sat along the brim of Baulers's eyelashes - now flowed freely down her cheeks, pooling under her face as more and more of his cock worked its way inside her. Whenever a part of their skin stuck as he pushed forward - he only growled and gave her a stiff buck before resuming the arduous task of stretching her open. The way he forced himself further inside was methodical… if not cruel.

A sudden sting caught her attention as if a part of her had torn. The whole time she remained silent - the pressure and the burn so intense that she couldn't bring herself to speak… let alone scream.

After what seemed like hours, he stopped - and only when she was sure her eyes wouldn’t pop from their sockets at how incredibly full she felt – did she open them.

Thick clouds of hot breath tickled past her hair and against her scalp. A mandible teased at the curve of her ear as she collapsed, her cheek melting into the pile of her tears. He was in as far as it could go - she knew. Raunchy didn't seem like the kind to stop until he couldn't physically go any farther. It didn't even appear as though he knew how much pain he'd caused her. His comforting purrs and mild scratches only proved her suspicions. Everything he did after sheathing himself inside her seemed to have one goal; soothe her.

"... nngn." She winced as a muscular twitch inside her disturbed whatever part of her had ripped. 

Never before had Bauler entertained fucking on her period, even looked down on women that had… and now she laid broken with a massive cock locked inside her bloody cunt. A bustling of uniquely toned purrs and growls filled her ears. A fuzz settled in along her spine and in her ears. These purrs weren't speech, but the translator picked up the emotions of gratitude, satisfaction, and pride… all boiled into one long rumble that rippled from the epicenter between her ribs through her whole body. Anything besides the pain was welcomed… and this; this was a relief - so much so that she smiled lightly… at least until her inner flesh was drug backward as he pulled out of her.

" You... feel this... Auh'le... Baw-ler. I feeeel... thiiissss. Both - we feel thisss. "

Bauler couldn't tell anymore; she couldn't tell up from down at this point, let alone his tone, as he ushered her pleasure with strong purrs against the back of her neck. One of his large clawed hands curled around the bend of her shoulder, anchoring her as he withdrew from her body. She could feel him shudder as he paused before pushing slowly back in with a growl.

The only sound she could manage was a choked cry as he halted inside her for the second time - only a few inches deep and still… so full...

" Feel ..." He spoke, and indeed she felt it; she felt everything when his hips sharply bucked forth, burying himself inside so quickly she saw purple fireworks before her eyes. 

An agonized sound managed to seep past the mass in her throat, making a noise similar to the last utterance of one whose throat had just been slit. His purrs did nothing now - the thought of 'dying with pleasure' was far from true. She could no longer give into the warmth his sounds attempted to force within her - it hurt too much.

Her fist curled as he started a brutish rhythm, deep and quick enough to have her chest lifting off her keyboard, despite how his hands aimed to keep her still. One of her fingers split open against a thick shard of glass as his thrusts moved her back and forth, her sex working hypocritically to keep him in and then keep him out. Blood coated her hand, gathering and flowing swiftly as her fingers curled around the thick shard, knowing precisely what she would do with this handy weapon.

"... y-yes."

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[infinantefade-blog]

Gods kingdom. Let light shine upon me, remove blight and wretched wraiths. Unveil the curtain to entertain us, spiral and twirl for us. Bring down the message and deliver us from evil.

[danu2203]

I HEAR BANJOS

[bea-lele-carmen]

Roll on clouds in the mornin' Roll on clouds in the mornin' Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Bound away for glory I'm bound for glory and deliverance Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me I look up this mornin' Deep down trouble I see Yes I looked up this mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Oh, Roll on clouds in the mornin' Roll on clouds in the mornin' Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Bound away for glory I'm bound for glory and deliverance Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Saw that big cloud risin' Hard trouble I see Heard my mother cryin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Oh Roll on clouds in the mornin' Roll on clouds in the mornin' Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Bound away for glory I'm bound for glory and deliverance Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me I know there's a great big comin' When no more trouble I see When we'll all shout together Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Oh, roll on clouds in the mornin' Roll on clouds in the mornin' Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Bound away for glory I'm bound for glory and deliverance Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me Roll on clouds in the mornin' Let the Sun Shine Down on Me

[weeblmaodotcom]

My first reaction to Higurashi it’s passively Japanese Deliverence crossed over with Slice of Life. And I love it! , Meme by Weeblmao.com

[spiritsoulandbody]

#DailyDevotion Jesus Is Our God And Adonai

Psalm 35 17My Lord, how long will You look on? Rescue me from their destruction, my precious life from the lions. 18I will thank You in the great congregation and praise You in a large gathering of people. It always seems like forever when we are waiting on the LORD to act. But the LORD is arranging things as He knows will work the best for us. David here voices our complaint, “how long will you look on?” He repeats his request to be rescued from his enemies' plans for him. His pleas are not those of doubt. As he expects help from the LORD, he tells the LORD how he will give him thanks in the congregation of all the saints. Hopefully, when we pray, we also have plans to tell our fellows how God has delivered us and to give Him thanks and praise. 19Don't let those who are my enemies without a reason gloat over me, nor let those who hate me without a reason give me an evil look. 20They don't talk of peace but plot to betray people living quietly in the land. 21They open their mouths wide at me, saying, “Aha! Aha! We saw it ourselves.” Whatever David is experiencing here, Jesus experienced all the more. Those who should have supported him sought His life, hated Him, and plotted to kill Him. They looked for ways to trip Jesus up in order to bring charges against Him. Peace with the King of Peace was not on their minds. Jealousy spurred them on. They opened their mouths wide at Him with false and misleading accusations in order to have Him put to death. While we may be often the cause for some people not to like us, many times we too are innocent. As we put our faith in Jesus for our salvation, our enemy the devil looks for ways to cause us trouble and to end our lives. He wants to cause us to lose faith in Christ so we may suffer with him. He will stir up opposition to us in those who still belong to him. We will face people spurred on by the father of lies who will lie about us and be deceitful to us and others trying to cause us great trouble. When this happens, pick up these words from this psalm and pray it earnestly and with faith your heavenly Father will hear you and deliver you. 22O LORD, You have seen it — don't be silent. O Lord, don't be far away from me. 23Rouse Yourself and give me justice; O my God and Lord, awake and defend my cause. David and the LORD Jesus Christ, and call upon God our Father as their witness. We should join them in this if we truly believe we are innocent in our dealings with those who cause us great grief. We know our heavenly Father has seen everything. We ask Him not to be silent or far away from us. (Yes, God is omnipresent, but we want Him to be near us with His grace and favor.) Call upon the Judge of heaven and earth to give you justice. David does not depend on himself, but calls the LORD his God and Lord (Adonai). He seeks the LORD as his intercessor and his advocate. Jesus Christ the LORD is our intercessor and advocate at the Father's right hand. Jesus is our God and Adonai. In our desperation, we may think He is sleeping but He is not. He is not even waiting for us to pray for help. But we should open our mouths and request it from Him so we may know from whence our help comes from. It comes from the LORD. Heavenly Father, when we are sore oppressed by our enemies, open our mouths so we may request your help and have Christ Jesus our LORD be our advocate at Your right hand to plead our cause. Give us patient endurance as we await from You our salvation in time and in the world to come. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

[exit-babylon]

A prayer of deliverance for those who are being oppressed by demons in the night time and having demonic dreams. A self deliverance prayer for the viewer to cast out demonic spirits.

Noah Hines deliverance ministry

[cardo-de-comer]

sir Divish of Talmberg I really like his armor design. also another cursed process. I render my art on one layer and it really shows here lol

[paulwwayne]

Amen❕🙏🙌🙏

Blessings 💜✝️💜

[phantomrose96]

"Sorry boss it's just been a really hard day to focus at work. Yeah it's just every single person in the group chat knows how we could have fixed BNHA."

[ayo-edebiri]

Are we surprised.......

[taxus-fraud]

My opponent just called upon the Oracles and scattered most of my pieces across space and time. Does anyone know the best counter in this situation?

[mi-xin]

last gasp

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye