Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire in "deathalice"

Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in deathalice. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, deathalice.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “deathalice” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with deathalice,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “deathalice” baptism imaginable.