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Late Night Confession

Link in case you would rather read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46612144

[A/N: Here we go, first ever posted fanfiction. I’ve been a Danonation lurker ever since The Batman came out, and I thought it was time I made an addition to my most favourite fandom. And what better way to do that than by posting good old fashion Eli Sunday PWP.]

You were an avid visitor of the Church of the Third Revelation. There was something so charismatic, so electrifying about the sermons given by pastor Eli that they had slowly turned into something you spent all week impatiently awaiting. Your family were also strong religious zealots so there was nothing strange to them about your insistence on never missing a sermon or in spending any spare moment you could helping with the various church activities that went on around town. If anything, they admired your devotion to the Lord and His word. How could you have possibly predicted what would occur.

 It happened on a day like any other. You were sitting at the very back of the pews to get the best view of the pastor as Eli tended to wander around and interact with the church goers. He had approached one of the elders sitting in the middle of the pews and grasped her hands as he knelt before her. “My dear Mrs. Hunter, you have arthritis, don’t you? The devil is in your hands, and I will suck it out. Now I will not cast this ghost out with a fever, for the new spirit inside me has shown me I have a new way to communicate.” You were absolutely enthralled. Hanging on every word he spoke as if they were directly from God Himself, as was the entirety of the congregation.

 “It is a gentle whisper.” And he held Mrs. Hunters hands to his face as he began to chant ‘Get out of here ghost’. You and the rest of the congregation slowly began to join in, spouting prayers and mumbling the words he spoke along with him. As the intensity of his chanting grew, so too did the pressure you felt between your legs. It moved through your whole body, much like the holy spirit would. You could not quite explain what it was, but you knew it was wrong. Sinful. And you knew that you had to do something about it to make it go away.

 As the sermon came to a climax you resolved to speak with pastor Eli before you left for home. You had felt like this at every sermon you had attended in the Church of the Third Revelation, and you simply could not continue as you had been. Every week the feelings grew stronger in intensity and it became harder to ignore how wrong they were. You hoped that maybe if you confessed to pastor Eli and begged him to help you attain God’s forgiveness then you could leave the sinful feelings behind.

 You patiently waited for Eli to finish the business he had with Mr. Plainview. You twiddled your thumbs restlessly while you waited off to the side. Something about Mr. Plainview’s presence here in Little Boston made you feel uneasy, like you couldn’t possibly feel relaxed with him present. Like there was something waiting just beneath the surface, ready to burst forth at the slightest provocation. Thankfully their conversation was short, and Mr. Plainview was gone soon enough.

 Eli had spotted you waiting and walked to you with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Hello Miss. (y/l/n), is there anything I can help you with on such a pleasant day like today?” He said to you. “Oh, Mr. Sunday, if it’s possible I wish to have a confession with you. Something has happened that has made me want to seek counsel.” You stated with slight desperation “Well, confessions are always welcome here in the Church of the Third Revelation, it is Gods will that we be led into temptation, and should we fail such trials that are presented to us then it is our responsibility to beg the Lord for forgiveness.”

 “Mr. Sunday, I don’t quite understand it myself. All I know is that I have been having certain feelings lately that can only be described as sinful, and I need to confess these feelings to the Lord and beg for his forgiveness.” “Well, it would help me understand the true nature of these feelings if you could explain to me when they occur and be more exact about what they are.” He said, his interest quite piqued.

 “Well, it has happened at all of the sermons I’ve attended that you’ve performed. It has also been growing in intensity lately which it what prompted me to speak to you. I feel a lightness in my head and a flushing to my cheeks. A strong tingling deep in my stomach and between my thighs, spreading through my whole body. I must also admit that I feel a wetness between my legs, yet there is no cause for this feeling that I could possibly understand.”

 While listening to your explanation Eli’s eyebrows shot up and a slow smirk began playing on his lips at your apparent innocence. Here you were standing in front of him, telling all about your attractions to him and you had no idea the extent of what it was you were admitting. Eli listened to you as you continued on for a time about the feelings you were experiencing and asking what you could do to absolve yourself of your misdeeds. As he listened an idea slowly began to form.

 “Well, Miss. (y/l/n), I will tell you that there is a word to explain these feelings you’re experiencing, and that word is lust. Feelings of lust can be regarded by Him as sinful in nature and if you wish to atone for these sins that you have been engaging in, I have the perfect idea of how you can. I still have some business to conduct, so it would be best if you come back to the church tonight after suppertime when I will have more time to properly help you receive the Lord’s forgiveness.”

 As you listened to Eli explain you felt relief pour over you. So, you were right in assuming your feelings were sinful, yet there was a way to be absolved. “Thank you so much Mr. Sunday, you will be doing me a great service. I will happily come to the church later tonight. I can’t begin to explain the relief I feel.” “Oh well, do not thank me yet my child, you have yet to be absolved. I will see you again shortly Miss (y/l/n).” And with that he walked away leaving you with the promise of tonight.

   It was already starting to get dark out, despite it not being too late at night. Still a respectable time for a young lady such as yourself to be about the town alone, and yet not too early to be meeting with Eli. You had barely touched your supper, slightly giddy with the knowledge that your late-night rendezvous was growing near. You excused yourself to your parents as you walked out the door, having already explained your appointment at the Church without going too much into the details.

 Your pace was brisk as you made your way to the Church of the Third Revelation. Simply knowing that your meeting was getting closer made it that much harder to remain patient, and the walk from your house to the Church had never seemed to take as long before. As you arrived at the front door, you knocked rather sharpy to alert pastor Eli to your presence. In an instant, the door was opening, and Eli was drawing you in with a welcoming smile. “Ah, Miss (y/l/n), I was wondering when you might show up. I know I never gave a specific time. Please step into my office with me.”

 You followed Eli into his office and once he was situated behind his desk, he gestured for you to sit in the chair facing it. “I just wanted to thank you again, Mr. Sunday.” You began “I would not know who else to turn to with such matters. I feel very lucky to be a member of this church and to be able to have the opportunity to earn God’s forgiveness.”

 “Yes well, there is no simple way to say this, but I will try Miss (y/l/n). The sinful feelings you describe yourself as having. You said that you feel it spreading throughout your whole body. I am afraid that this sensation you are feeling, this lust, is the devil filling you up and attempting to turn you away from God. Now Miss (y/l/n) you needn’t explain to me how devout you are to this church and to God, it is obvious in your everyday conduct. In the time we spent apart since our conversation after the sermon I think I may have devised a way that you can receive the Lord’s forgiveness, but I can’t be certain that it will stop your lustful feelings altogether.”

 As pastor Eli explained your eyes grew in horror. You felt regret that you hadn’t come to him sooner. You had let the devil take control of you and had done nothing to stop it all this time. You rose out of your seat, dropped to your knees, and held your hands up to the air, clasped together in penance. “Please Mr. Sunday, I will do anything. I renounce the hold the devil has taken over me and I beg the Lord to forgive me.” Tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes.

 Eli’s own eyes glaze over in desire at the sight of you kneeling before him, begging the Lord’s forgiveness. “Well, Miss (y/l/n) it is quite simple actually. As a man so close to God I can cast the devil out from you and fill you up with the power of the Lord myself.” “Yes Mr. Sunday, whatever you need to do to me I will accept. Only you can help me banish the devil.” You start feeling tears prick the corners or your eyes.

 Pastor Eli rises from his seat and walks around the desk so that he is stood before your kneeling form. He slowly unzips his trousers and pulls out his member. You look on in surprise as this was just about the last thing that you expected to happen. He had a self-satisfied expression on his face, shaft in hand, as he began to explain “This here is the tool I shall use to fill you up with the spirit of the good Lord. You needn’t be frightened, shocked, or appalled. There is but one way to banish the devil from you and I will need you to trust me and allow me to do my work.”

 As shocked as you were you trusted pastor Eli to help you with your problem. You came to him for his help and this was the solution that he was willing to provide for you. “Yes, Mr. Sunday. I trust you. Do whatever it is that you must.” Smiling once more, pastor Eli places his free hand on your cheek. “Such a good girl, so willing to accept the Lord…” His hand began to slowly caress your face and trail down towards your neck. “Now my dear, I need you to open your mouth and close your eyes.” You do as your told.

 Something enters your mouth and your eyes shoot open in surprise. The sight before you was one to behold. Eli’s face is filled with passion, cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, his mouth hanging open and panting. The pressure from his hand around your neck tightens and the feeling is positively dizzying. Your own expression morphs into one of desire and you feel that feeling spreading throughout your body once more, a wetness forming in between your thighs as you notice that it was Eli’s member that breached your lips. “Now, now…” he chides ever so gently “I do believe I told you to keep your eyes closed. But your expression right now is so beautiful I’m willing to forgive you.”

 He slowly starts to move his hips and you feel your eyes begin to water as the head brushes against the back of your throat. Instinctively you begin to bob your head, cover your teeth with your lips and suck. Your actions cause him to softly moan and speed up the pace of his hips. The noise is music to your ears and the more he moans the more enthusiastic you are. His pace continues to quicken and the feeling within you changes. It was like a great pressure or a spring coiling up, getting more and more wound up with every thrust.

 It's sloppy and messy, drool starts to fall from the corners of your mouth. You start to hum and Eli’s eyes shoot open as he thrusts in to the hilt. Your own eyes widen as you gag harshly. Eli pulls out and you cough and sputter from the assault on your throat. “I apologise (y/n), but you took me by surprise. For now, we shall move on. The Lord has begun to fill you by my ministrations and yet there is more work to do. Arise, dear (y/n).”

 You did as you were told. Pastor Eli took your hand and led you to his desk. “Now, this next part is crucial, Miss (y/l/n). There is a better access point by which I can fill you with the spirit of the good Lord. You may find this painful at first but I will have to ask you once again to trust me. There is no better method for casting the sins and lust from your body than the one I am about to administer. I am going to have to ask you to face my desk and firmly place your hands upon it.” Much like you had been all night, you once again did as you were told to by Mr. Sunday.

 You felt a cool breeze rising up your legs as your skirt was slowly pulled up by Eli. You immediately felt your cheeks turned crimson as embarrassment burned deep in your heart. No man had ever seen you in your underclothes. It was something reserved for married couples only, and you and Mr. Sunday were certainly not married. You began to open your mouth in protest but before you could object, Eli began to speak.

 “I know it is unbecoming of me to undress you in this way but it is necessary for what I am about to do to you. You needn’t worry. As I said, I need you to trust me. Was it not you who came to me in search of the Lord’s forgiveness?” and here he paused. You took a deep breath and spoke “Yes, Mr. Sunday, I did.” “Then you need to have faith that what I am doing is only what is necessary to provide you with the solution you seek and deliver to you the Lord’s forgiveness.” And with that said you felt him pull down your bloomers, exposing your behind to the cool evening breeze.

 All you could do was swallow your pride and allow pastor Eli to do what was necessary to absolve you of your sins and your lust. You felt fingers begin to gently caress the lips of your nether region. Eli pulls his fingers away then and the smirk on his face is evident in his voice when he states “You’re already so wet.” Curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself asking what it means.

 “This is how I am going to banish the devil from your body, my dear. This wetness is the sinful feeling you’ve been filled with leaving you. As one of the most devout members of my church, your body is naturally attempting to fight off the devil’s hold and it is commendable. The only thing lacking is the Lord filling you up in it’s place and that is why the devil can continue to take hold. It is also where I come in. I am going to fill you up with the power of the Lord to stave off the devil.”

 When Eli finishes his explanation, you feel his hands return to your body. You gasp in shock as you feel something slowly enter you. Slowly it moves in and out of your body. You feel that coiling feeling again begin, as well as even more wetness leaking out. Another digit joins the first one entering your body, and the paces quickens as yet another one joins. You hear moaning and it takes you a second to realise you are the one making the noise in question. Your cheeks flair up in embarrassment and you raise one hand from the table to cover your mouth and stifle your moans.

 “Oh no, (y/n)…” Eli gently chides, taking the hand covering your mouth in his and placing it back on the desk “You needn’t cover up those sounds. They are nothing to be ashamed of. They are simply your body praising Him and encouraging the devil to leave you.” His movements with his hands grow rougher, and more forceful as your moans and pants increase in volume.

  All too soon, his hand is removed and your disappointment is quickly quelled when you feel the head of something much bigger prodding against your entrance. Eli slowly pushes all the way in to the hilt and you groan in discomfort. He wastes no time in starting to move, one hand covering yours and other with a firm grip on your shoulder, panting all the while. His thrusts are shallow and given some time your discomfort morphs into what can only be described as the most pleasure you have ever felt as your moans resume.

 Once Eli hears that you are enjoying yourself his thrusting changes. The speed increases as he pulls all the way out to the head before sharply thrusting in to the hilt. The coiling feeling within you starts to tighten exponentially and the noises you and Mr. Sunday are making continue to grow in volume.

 You start to move yourself back onto Eli, pleasure taking hold of you. You find yourself speaking “Please Mr. Sunday, please. I am so eager to be filled with the Lord. Please cast the devil out from me.” Eli’s thrusting grows erratic and he responds to you in kind. “Such a good girl. So eager to please. Are you ready for me to cast away the devil and fill you up with the Lord’s power?” “Yes Mr. Sunday, please. I feel it. I feel it coming.”

 Your words prove to be too much and with one final deep thrust and a shout you feel something filling you up. The only conclusion you can come is that this must be the Lord’s power. At this the coil within you bursts and you feel waves of indescribable pleasure roll over you. You feel it radiate out from deep within you. You feel your toes curl and your finger tingle. The wetness within you gushes forth. The devil has finally left you. You both stand panting, trying to catch your breath and Eli removes a cloth from his shirt pocket, wiping his sweat soaked brow. Elli gently removes his manhood and fixes himself into some manner of presentable.

 He takes a deep breath before speaking. “Excellent work my dear. The devil has truly left you and I have filled you with the Lord’s forgiveness. Your sins are absolved and you are free to come to the church with a clean conscious.” While Eli speaks you redress yourself and turn to face him. “Thank you, Mr. Sunday. I am truly grateful for what you have done to me. I feel one with Him again and no longer feel the pull of the devil.” You say with a smile on your face.

 Pastor Eli walks you to door and speaks once more “Anything for one of the most devout members of my church. And remember my dear. If you feel these feelings growing within you once more do not hesitate to seek council with me again. It was nothing short of a pleasure to conduct this confession and I would be happy to help you if the situation arises once more.” At the door now, he takes your hand in his and bows his head to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You smile, thank him once more, and take your leave.