Hallelujah

Based on a request from the Fire Emblem kink meme. Just too cracky for me not to whip up a little something for. I resisted the urge to write a Leonard Cohen songfic, as hard as it was. Title credits still go to him, though; I had the song on loop for the entirety of writing this.

Hallelujah

L'Arachel was eccentric; everyone knew that. They put up with it, though, because she was the heir. She would one day head the kingdom, and even if she was strange, it wasn't their place to judge. She was certainly devoted to her faith, reverent, and always took time to pray.

But was lying spread on the altar of the temple, her ceremonial robes spread beneath her like a blanket, in the throes of ecstasy induced by her touch, really necessary?

To the strange princess, certainly. Once a week she would abandon all her regalia and lie on the altar and tend to her body in ways some of her followers deemed wrong in any respect, but in ways that she saw as cathartic and a perfectly legitimate form of worship. Her fingers plunging in and out of her as she writhed on the floor, absorbed in prayer and the pleasures of flesh.

She looked up a the ornate ceiling, her breath taken every time in awe at the beauty of the building, her masturbation fuelled not by desire for the touch of men, but of the divine. Her pleasure was her sacrament, her fingers her tribute, her orgasm her salvation.

Gradually, the agonizing, hypnotic movement of her fingers picked up speed as she drew closer to holiness. Her pelvis began to rise as well, her legs spread out, her mouth opened, her eyes slowly closed. Her heartbeat grew faster as her fingers plunged into her wet, hot vagina intensely. Her blood pumped faster as everything around her became a great blur.

Her prayers became faster, but at the same time her breathing was ragged and moans randomly cut her off, drawing her sentences out far more, but she wouldn't give. She continued her prayers as her eyes clenched tightly, her body tensed up, and her pelvis was as high in the air as it could possibly go. Her juices dripped down onto her robes as her deft fingers danced inside her.

Finally, her prayers halted full-stop as she cried out, her orgasm washing over her cathartically. White light washed over her as the morning sun filtered through the tinted glass that very moment, bathing her in radiance as her sweet voice echoed back to her. Within the emptiness of the temple that morning, L'Arachel considered herself closer to the divine through self-pleasure.

She lay on her robes, her sweat shining just a little in the bright morning sunlight, her breathing laboured, her robes soaked with her juices, as she exhaled the single word, "Hallelujah."