Gothic Midnight Mass: Apneatic Ecstasy
In the hushed silence of a midnight mass, the apneatic ritual begins. The church, bathed in the soft glow of candles, is filled with the scent of old books and the faint, underlying aroma of sweat and desire. The priest, his voice a low, seductive rumble, leads the congregation through the liturgy, his eyes never leaving the woman at the front. As the mass reaches its height, so does their desire. The woman, her breath coming in short gasps, reaches out to touch the priest, her fingers tracing the cross at his neck before moving lower, exploring the hard planes of his chest. The priest, his eyes never leaving hers, guides her hand lower still, until she can feel the hardness of his desire against her palm. The mass ends, but their night of sin is just beginning.