Feature Writer: AdAnne
Feature Title: THE VIRGIN PRIEST 1 & 2
Published: 06.02.2022
Story Codes: Demonic
Synopsis: She’s a demon, he’s a virgin priest. She wants him.
The Virgin Priest 1 & 2
CHAPTER 1
She watched him from afar, letting the sexual energy emanate off her effortlessly. She could see he was visibly frustrated, not able to pin down why, after all the years of celibacy, his body was betraying him in the ways it was. He clutched the crucifix that hung low on his chest and continued preaching. She smiled up at him occasionally, her eyes glinting with curiosity. She was dressed much more modestly than she would normally, but for the task at hand it was necessary.
The man stood at the pulpit, a formidable man, taller than most humans. His milk chocolate skin glimmered when the sun hit it the right way. His fingers were still nervously stroking his crucifix, as if asking his god to absolve him of the lust she was projecting at him. She had been watching him for weeks now, dutifully coming to every sermon. She introduced herself as Lily, a common girl with tumbling auburn hair that framed her face perfectly.
Her eyes tracked him as he walked along the length of the stage. He was scanning the crowd in front of him trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. If there was anything, it was her. She had planted herself in this town slowly, a town of fairly common people doing very common things. But the untouchableness of this man had intrigued her. Her assignment here was simple, seduce the unseducable. She had heard words about this man a long time before she actually introduced herself to him.
He locked his eyes on hers and she smiled in response, her hand rushing up to her neckline. His face flushed, and he hurried back over to the pulpit. She was tuning out his words on purpose, focusing on leveling her charms on him. Granted, it was hard to do dressed as she was. The dress she wore covered every inch of skin that she would normally use to her advantage. Slowly, she traced the neckline of her dress while holding eye contact with him. She could see the heat blooming from his collar and creeping up his face. His chocolate brown eyes were flooded with lust and his hand abruptly dropped from the crucifix and he steadied himself with the pulpit, grasping on to it as if it held his life in its hands.
“That’s all for today, everyone. Have a nice day and God Bless,” he said with a shaky voice. He stood on shaky legs, hiding his body behind the solid part of the pulpit. She supposed the frock he wore was doing a well enough job of hiding his burgeoning excitement, though it was a stretch. She caught a glimpse before he hid.
Lily waited patiently in her seat while the rest of the parishioners exited the church. She took the time to soak up her surroundings, not giving the Father any attention as she did so. Much of human history and fables would say she should be burning alive sitting in this place, as a creature of Hell. Silly humans, though. They had no idea how many more of her kind were around. The church, although morally reprehensible to her, was actually one of the few architectural gems of humankind. The inside was adorned lavishly, which honestly shocked her because of the Church’s view of indulgence. The stained glass mural of the crucifixion was behind the Father, who was still standing firmly behind his shield, was a testament to how much the humans loved to relive the torture of who they considered their savior. And they said her kind were macabre.
When the last of the parishioners had exited, Lily stood from her seat, letting the dress she was wearing tumble over her legs to cover any sinful skin she had left showing. As she stood, she met the kind Father’s eyes and saw them light up with desire. The look quickly faded into one of confusion as a small smile played across her cherry colored lips. She walked toward him slowly, not wanting to spook the man. His arousal was innocent, that of an untouched man. Her body ached for him, for the release that her kind fed off. The release of a virginal man. She wanted to mark his soul with the essence of her. She let her hair tumble down her shoulders as she walked, cascading and shimmering red as the light hit it. He watched her with fascination, clearly not knowing it was her causing all the feelings to rise in him that had been long dormant. When she reached him, his body steeled. He was clearly nervous that she would notice his…predicament.
“How are you, Father Luke?” She said, her tone light. She smiled and let the innocence of her question play into her eyes. She wasn’t the evil seductress right now, she was his polite parishioner.
“Well, Lady Lily. Did you enjoy the sermon today?” He kept his body angled away from her, not wanting her to see him in his indecent state. The little bits of his sermon that she had listened to, had been apt. He was talking about the sin of lust, the sin she embodied. He had spoke about it in fervor, even as his own body reacted to her in ways he couldn’t control. She could see the beads of sweat adorning his sweet, sweet forehead.
“I thought it was great, but are you hearing confession today? I’m afraid I have fallen victim to this thing, this sin, that you speak of.” Lasciviousness coated her features now. She couldn’t help herself. Seeing the little Father squirm did things to her, low in her body. His eyes bulged with her boldness, the heat that had retreated from his neck sprung back up with surprising speed. His knuckles were white from his grip on his pulpit. Innocence washed over her features, she let a blush creep into her face, embarrassment even. “I’m sorry Father. It’s been hard for me to control these…urges, I’ve been getting. I don’t understand it. Do you think one of these? What did you call them? Succubus? Things really exist?”
Father Luke blanched. “Miss Lily, I cannot speak of such things with a woman of your stature.”
Lily shifted her eyes down and fidgeted, “But Father, I figured you’d be the safest person to talk to. I feel like there’s a demon influencing me, can you help?”
The pulpit that he still clung to looked dangerously close to collapsing even though it was built of solid wood. A twinge of satisfaction rushed through Lily. He had noticeably taken a step back, as if his former closeness was no longer comfortable. Lily sighed and let her energy wrap around him. She reached her hand out and placed it tenderly on his, a silent plea that she hoped would open his mind to her. As soon as she touched him, his eyes drowned in lust. He couldn’t hide it on his face anymore and his fingers curled under hers. She could sense in his mind that he was warring with himself. Did he want to rip her clothes off right here? Or risk exposing his indecency and walk away from her? She let her magic prod deeper into him, and his breath caught, She smiled innocently as she let her magic wash over his body. She ached to see him on top of her, but feeding from his unbridled lust was fueling her power, and she was channeling it straight back at him.
“Are you okay, Father? You look unwell.” The sweat that was previously beaded at his forehead was now openly pouring down his face. He couldn’t hide the pleasure that she was sweeping through his body, unbeknownst to him. She curled her fingers around his hand in mock concern. He did look like he was going to fall over at any moment. He dipped his head low and avoided her gaze. His knees buckled at the weight of her mind seduction. She let her thumb lightly stroke his hand. If he hadn’t had on the frock, she could have seen the hairs on his arms stand up. He balled his hand up in a tight fist under hers. She let her magic tingle down his body, tracing a slow line down, pausing just shy of where she could tell he wanted it the most. His breathing picked up. “Should I get some help, Father?”
He looked up at her, eyes wide, feral. He was still clueless, but he had lost all sense of his body, his excitement clearly visible to her. He had shed all sense of self preservation at that moment. His breath was coming in short gasps as she mind fucked him, letting images of him tangled in bed with a woman run through his brain. Images of a woman with blood red nails rake down his back as she screamed his name in ecstasy…. He closed his eyes as the pleasure washed over him, not climax yet, but hearing his name screamed that way, it brought out something latent in him that he didn’t know existed. This primal urge to rip clothes off. He was wordless, he looked up at her, the lust draining from his eyes, and a sense of exasperation running through him. She looked at him in mock terror.
“Father Luke!” she said, clasping his clenched fist once more, as if trying to knock him out of his trance, even though she was doing the exact opposite. She released his hand when he didn’t respond, yet again, and brought both of her hands to his face. She cupped his face gently between her hands, letting her fingers brush his soft skin, and brought his face up so he was at eye level. He looked at her, lust taking over his expression once again as she released her magic lower down his body, letting it brush his thighs, denying him what he so clearly wanted. If only she could do this for real, take the smooth, hard length of him into her. He staggered into the pulpit, which was proving to be more flimsy than useful. His arms windmilled as he reached for something to grab to break his fall, landing squarely on her hips. She released him in a hurry and braced herself so he wouldn’t fall. She wouldn’t let him; her preternatural strength wouldn’t allow it.
A moan tore out of him as she continued her trek across his body through his mind. Lust filled horror coated his face. He kept the indecent parts of him angled away from her, but he clung to her for dear life, his chest pressed up against hers as she tried to steady him. Lily teased him for a second longer before she gave in to what his body was craving, the magic of her touched the most intimate parts of him and he collapsed against her with an agonized, pleasure filled moan. There was no way for him to hide himself now, she felt the hard length of him pressed against her leg as she lowered them both to the ground. He let her, his body jelly against hers. She trailed her fingers down the side of his face.
“Father, what’s wrong?” She feigned innocence. After all, she was the daughter of a nobleman, never before exposed to anything like this. He lifted his arm up weakly, as if trying to push himself away from her, but to his horror, he reached down to the most indecent part of himself and cupped it. She felt the pleasure radiate through his body, she sensed it was new to him, that he had never touched himself in this way before.
“Demon,” He muttered softly, through the pleasure radiating through his body. He needed to fight it, but he couldn’t. And this poor girl who encircled him in her arms, she felt it too. She was seeing him like this, in a way he had never seen himself before, and yet she stayed. The silent horror was plain on her features as well, as if she had no idea what was happening to him. The wildly inappropriate thoughts flowing through his head in his safe space. In his CHURCH. She was stroking his cheek lightly, as if trying to ward off whatever was happening to him. Her wide chestnut brown eyes looked at him softly, the cherry red of her lips turned into a look of concern. The pleasure was coming to a crescendo over and over, feeling like he was going to go over the top and then it would stop and start again. A moan tore out of his throat again, one of unbridled passion as he heard his name being screamed by a faceless woman riding him in his head. He was fighting it with every ounce of his being, but the pleasure flowing through him was impossible to ignore. His hand was stroking his cock, which stood at painful attention, fervently through his frock. It was through no machination of his own, but it felt so good that he never wanted to stop. His mind had become a reckless abandon and he just wanted sweet release, but not in the arms of the poor girl he was laying on top of. He had never felt an orgasm before, never touched himself in this way. His whole body clenched as a wave of pleasure rode through his body, causing his back to arch and his hips to thrust forward. He wanted the frock off. He let his gaze go down from the girl, and it locked on his crucifix. Shame mixed in with the pleasure.
“Demon, girl, go!” He pleaded with her. She couldn’t fall under the spell too, she had come to ask about it, she had already felt it. “There’s a demon.” Pleasure oozed out of every syllable that came out of his mouth. The magic of the demon was snaked around his cock, and fighting with it was proving futile. The magic was so warm, so strong, but where was it coming from? At some point, he had lifted the frock and his hand was fumbling with his pants. Jesus, God above, please help me, he prayed silently. He heard a burst of laughter in his mind and the wave of pleasure that followed it threatened to break him. Deep in his heart, he knew he wanted the seductress that was in control of his body to actually take him. He wanted to break his oath to his GOD with this… this….demon. He had unfastened his pants and his cock sprang free. Gods it was so hard he could barely stand it. His hand absently stroked it. Pleasure radiated through him with every touch.
Lily, the girl, he could hear her calling to him through the pleasure, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying or respond. Throaty moans continued to barrel out of his throat as responses. He could feel his seed oozing out slowly, coating his hand, warm to the touch, lubricating him as he continued to stroke. The demon magic encapsulated him, and he gave his mind over to it willingly. The girl continued to stroke his cheek in concern. She held on to him as if this affliction was something that she needed to help him through instead of run away from. But could a succubus get her as well? All of a sudden his collar was too tight, it felt like it was choking him. He couldn’t lift his hand away from his cock to loosen it though. Sweat poured from his body, his hand sped up. He didn’t understand why the girl didn’t leave.
The magic that coursed through him was not evil, it was teasing. It liked exploring his body and making him feel things that he didn’t think was possible. It was curious. It wanted him to enjoy himself, and he was, to his horror.
“Gods, yes,” he said in a breathy exhale as another wave of sheer ecstasy rolled through him. He felt the climax building up, so hot that he thought it was going to tear his body apart. His cock jerked in his hand and he gasped in surprise. “Please,” the plea rolled off his lips and lust dripped from it. He had given his body over. “Take me, please!”
The demon magic overwhelmed him, coursed over his body as it came to its final crescendo. He pumped his hand on his cock furiously as the last wave of passion rolled over his body. A scream tore from his lips as the wave of passion crashed over him, spilling his seed over his hand. He was panting, almost breathless, eyes slack with the release. His body shuddered. The need in him burned as the vision of the red nailed woman came back into his head. He saw raven black hair cascade down his back as she kissed his neck, riding his pleasure till the end. Her lips came up to his ear as she whispered his name, the words sounding positively dirty, sensual, right.
His release had happened, the magic slowly receded from him, leaving him feeling cold. The warmth of it was gone. Slowly, his surroundings came back into focus, the pleas of the girl in the background. Her fingers trailing over his cheeks, those chestnut brown eyes staring down at him in concern. He still had his cock in his palm. Horror washed over him as he realized she had seen everything. Had seen a demon work magic on him, that she had seen him enjoy it. The girl brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead. She looked at him with concern, but no horror was in her eyes.
“Father, are you okay?” She had doe eyes. Why was she not bothered by this? By the sight of him… pleasuring himself to a demon’s magic? “Did the demon get you? Is it real?” she was scared. He heard it in her voice.
“Go, get out of here,” He said softly. He couldn’t bring his voice above a whisper. He was coated in shame. He pleasured himself for the first time in front of an innocent noblewoman. She saw him in the throes of ecstasy, the most exquisite thing he had ever felt. He couldn’t bare it. But she didn’t leave.
“Get up, Father.” She said. It was a gentle command. He shook his head that was still in her lap in protest. “Father, we have to get out of here.” She said more urgently. “What if it comes back?”
He felt the magic tingle in him again, as if it were taunting him. His breath caught. The cursed demon put a vision in his head of the release he just had, how it had made his back bow and his toes curl. He swallowed a moan. The girl was right. The demon was in the church somewhere. His cock was responding to the sudden return of the magic, however slight it was. The succubus magic put a light warmth at his neck, shimmied it down his chest. He suppressed a moan as the demon put images in his head of that raven haired woman trailing kisses down his chest, to his stomach, lower. He shot up off Lily’s lap as the vision had the woman wrap her delicate lips around his girth, her hand gliding down the length. Pleasure rolled through him again, but he fought it. He was crouched down on his knees, the pleasure so intense once again that it felt like pain now, but as he focused on his breathing, the pleasure subsided.
Lily walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Come on, Father. We need to get you out of here before someone sees you.”
He nodded wordlessly, but also didn’t think he could stand up. For one, his cock was still free of his pants. What if the girl saw it? Or had she already seen it? Oh, gods, she had seen him stroke it until it exploded. Filthy demon. She brought her hand to his chin and lifted his face until his gaze met hers.
“Get up, Father.” The way she said it, he had to obey her. He stood, frock askew, cock out of his pants in front of the slight woman. Heat washed up his body as he realized she actually had seen his most intimate parts. Worse yet, he knew he had a forbidden attraction to her. “Recover your modesty, Father. Put that away. The demon will come back for you, we have to get you out of here.”
He did as he was told. He froze, though. His seed was dried on his hands. How indecent, embarrassment flared through him. She seemed to register this and grabbed him by his other hand and led him out of the Church. He must look an absolute mess. He studied the girl in front of him, as he had done many times before. She was slight, hourglass figure, ample bosom covered by the modest dress she wore. Her auburn hair gleamed around her, stopping and framing her face, cascading around her shoulders and coming to a stop on her bosom. Those chestnut brown eyes mesmerized him, and now this woman was saving him.
The demon magic still tingled in the back of his mind, running tendrils of pleasure through him, although this time it didn’t bring him to his knees. When they stopped walking, she had brought him to a humble cottage just outside town.
“There are a change of clothes and washroom for you in the back.” She said softly. “Go clean up.”
He did as he was told and returned to her, feeling cleaner, less shameful. The clothes she had given him were as modest as the ones she wore, simple pants and button-down shirt. Something about this cottage seemed off to him, as if it was humming with the demon magic that coursed through his mind. He looked up at the woman that led him from the church and realized that she had changed, too. However, this time she was a vision of lust. She was wearing a dress that hugged the figure that he craved, her bosom spilling over the top. Lust coated her features.
“Father, I’m scared,” She said weakly. “I feel it too,” she ran her hand down the curve of her neck, across her chest, and down her stomach. She stalked over to where he sat, and placed her hands firmly on his chest. Need radiated off her as she lowered herself onto his lap. She let the lust bleed into her eyes. “I’m afraid!”
She trailed her hand down his chest, he sat like a statue under her. His pulse was racing, the demon magic coursing over both of them now. She slid her hand further down his body, landing in the spot that ached for her touch. Her other hand wrapped around the side of his neck and her fingers tickled the nape of his neck. Pleasure rolled down his spine. Instantly, he hardened under her touch. She leaned in for a kiss that consumed him and swallowed his moan. She played with the length of him as her tongue teased his lips. Her lips were feather light against his, and he kissed her back eagerly. The pleasure magic coursed through him as she continued her assault on him, his body melting into hers.
His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they trailed up her thighs, trying to find the part of her that he could tell was aching with need for him. He looked her in the eye as she broke the kiss, seeing the innocent fear in her eyes as the magic was consuming her too. They were powerless to stop it. “Father, please forgive me, for I have sinned.” She said as a seductive smile lit across her face, her chestnut brown eyes now ringed red.
Recognition lit in his eyes as he realized what she was. Succubus. Her kisses were light against his skin, tender even. She wanted to elicit all the pleasure she could in this man, take him as her own. Mark his soul. He wasn’t stopping her. Lily let her magic run wild as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, watched as all the humble Father’s protests melted away under her touch. He wanted her. It was written across his face. She kissed her way down his chest, stopping where the pants obstructed her path. The Father worked his fingers through her hair, moaning as she stroked him through the offending garments.
“Off,” she said in a simple command, which he obeyed. When he stood before her, completely nude, the need for him coursed through her veins. He stood at attention for her. The Virgin priest wanted her sweet body to encase his. She smiled at him, and he sat back down. This wasn’t about her pleasure, it was all about his. He needed to surrender to her. She shimmied out of the dress she had on and bared herself to him. She saw his breath catch in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. She ran an errant finger down the curves of her body, and then sat astride him, careful to not let him enter her. She leaned over him, pressed her mouth to his ear, and whispered firmly, “Tell me how much you want me,” as she grabbed his hand and brought it to her cunt. She let him feel her slick need for him, coating his fingers in her wetness. His eyes were glazed over with need.
“Please take me,” He said, “Please, I’m yours.”
She laughed lightly and released his hand. It fell limply to his side, then jerked to his cock as she let her magic tickle his brain again. She encircled his ear with her tongue, which elicited a moan from him. Slowly, she obliged his request, and let his length enter her as she sat atop him. A strangled moan tore from his body as she gyrated her hips against him. An animalistic need washed over him and he met her movements with thrusts of his own. He was rough, untrained, inexperienced, but the pleasure washed over her as his length grew harder inside her. She brought her lips to his again and caught a moan with her mouth. He kissed her back hungrily, his hands coming to brace her hips to steady their rhythm.
“I’ve never had a man of the cloth before, Virgin Father,” She whispered, “Fuck me, Luke,”
He jerked them up and lowered them to the floor. He had this primal need to fuck this woman until she couldn’t move, although he never had before. But the sound of his name coming from those luscious lips, it was driving him crazy. He adjusted himself between her thighs and pumped against her body with fervor. His breathing was ragged as the waves of pleasure crashed through his body. Never had he felt something so exquisite and so right. This woman’s cunt was made for him and only him. She was warm wrapped around his length. He wanted to release his seed into her as much as he wanted to draw breath. She moaned underneath him, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. Her arms reached up and wrapped around his back to bring him down to her, and she dug her nails into him. He hissed with pain that was tinged with pure pleasure. She let out a throaty laugh.
“Will you come for me, Father?” She said with a glint of playfulness, “Will you come for your filthy demon?”
Gods, he wanted nothing more, His cock was lit with pleasure. The demon magic, her demon magic, wrapped around him like a warm invitation. All his reservations were lost as she whispered his name in his ear. He pumped into her furiously, wanting her to feel every ounce of his need. Her body reacted to his, just as violently as his was reacting to hers. He was sure the village could hear every cry of pleasure they made, their inhibitions so far down, they didn’t care who heard. Gods, he would be excommunicated, damned to hell for this, but he would happily fall into the fiery pits of Hell for this woman. He looked into her eyes and saw her ecstasy brought on by him and the pit of pleasure deep inside him burst alive and he shouted his release, spilling his seed into the filthy demon. He heard her faintly roar hers too, her magic strumming through his body and mingling with the essence of his being, marking him for life. He belonged to her now and there was no going back. He shuddered one last time before he fell into her arms, cursed and damned, but blissfully uncaring.
CHAPTER 2
He woke up in a daze, the demon’s magic was absent from his mind. The warmth of her magic was gone, anyways. His heavy lids opened with protest, and he adjusted to his surroundings. He was still in the cottage, but the demon was nowhere to be found. He was covered up in a cot, a blanket thrown over his nude body. The demon hadn’t even been decent enough to clothe him before she left him covered in shame. Disgust flowed through him as he pushed the covers aside and stood up from the bed.
It was as cold inside the cottage as it was outside. Maybe the coldness he felt inside was just the temperature. He doubted it though. A quick sweep around the room let him know that there were no clothing items around, just pristine furniture randomly placed to make the cottage feel more like a home than a sex den. It was becoming painfully clear to him that the demon did not want him to be clothed in her home. Better to access his mind and body if he had to make a guess.
He still had visions in his head of the raven-haired beauty mounting him and slowly undulating her hips on him. He knew deep in his gut that this was not the demon that took him the night prior, but for some reason he could not remember what the demon looked like. She had done things to him that he had never even thought of before. She made him feel things that weren’t entirely human, or at least he didn’t think they were. He wouldn’t know. He had never given in to his carnal pleasures before. Sure, he was human, and he was male. He had seen himself react to the presence of a female. He had just never acted on it before. Never gave in to his body’s craving to be touched.
Now he wanted this filthy demon again, but she had left him naked and alone. His body wanted her; his mind abhorred her. Problem was, he had no idea who she was. The last thing he remembered about another person the night before was laying in the lap of the sweet parishioner at his church and screaming his release in her arms. After that, the visions were all of the faceless raven-haired woman. He knew she had taken him, mind, body, and soul. She claimed him. He was dirty now.
Slowly, he stepped out of the room and into the main area of the cottage. He was sure he was alone but didn’t want to take any chances. He was still painfully nude. What if the demon had brought back the girl as well? He hoped he hadn’t done anything untoward to her. He scanned the room for the sign of any clothing. He saw ripped clothes on the floor, along with a red sexy dress. He sighed in disappointment and walked over to them. The shirt was ruined, but the pants would still button up. He slid them on quickly and sat down on the couch in front of the clothing.
He sat there for what seemed like forever before the cottage doors open. He perked up to see who his captor was, eyes wide with shock when he saw the innocent parishioner who had held him the day before. Lily? She smiled at him shyly, heat running up into her cheeks. She walked into the cottage, a basket of food in her hands. Had this dress on the floor belonged to her? Couldn’t be.
“Good morning, Father. How are you this morning? You slept quite a while last night.” She said, thrusting the basket of food towards him. He reached out and took it cautiously. There was no way this girl was his demon.
“What happened, Lily?” He asked. He was afraid to hear the answer. The fire continued to burn on her face, and she angled to sit down in the chair across from him.
“The demon got you, Father. I tried to get you away from it, from the church, but it must have followed us back here. I brought you here, outside the village, so they wouldn’t see you possessed by it. I don’t know if they saw you, though. I’m sorry.” She said, a forlorn look on her face.
“What else happened?” he knew she didn’t say everything. She was holding something back from him. He wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or not. But he knew his body had known a woman the night before.
“Father, I shouldn’t speak of such things.” She said quietly. She dropped her gaze to the discarded dress and his tattered shirt. Her hand went to her neck where she clutched her dress shut. “I think the demon got me, too.” She said weakly.
“What are you talking about, Lily?” He said softly. Dread washed through him. Had he slept with this girl?
“Well. I brought you here after the church, as I said. You were okay walking through the town, but you looked a fright. As I said, I got you here as quickly as I could. When we got here, we were okay for a time. Then the same look came over you that you had in the church. Like you couldn’t control your passion.” The girl was looking down at her feet as she spoke to him. “I sent you to the back to wash up. I figured that would make you feel better. My father stays here from time to time, so I had a spare change of clothes for you. When you came back out, the demon had taken control of me,” She gestured to the red dress on the floor.
“Lily…” He said, “Please don’t tell me…”
“I couldn’t stop myself, Father. I’m so sorry.” He heard the anguish in her voice. Filthy demon. What had it done to this girl? “I told you in the church that I had felt the lust. I think I brought it to you. Father, I’ve never known a man before. Am I ruined now? Did the demon ruin us?” tears peppered her cheeks as she met his gaze.
Luke didn’t know how to react. The girl was sitting in front of him, grief stricken. He had half a mind to pull her close to him, comfort her fears, but he was half naked in front of her. He had taken the poor girl’s innocence. Was he even deserving of the title Father when he fell so easily to a demon’s wiles? This girl looked inconsolable.
“I just wanted to help you in the church, I couldn’t leave you there for anyone to find. It was so private a moment, I’m sorry.” She added.
He mulled over what his response to her would be. There was nothing that he could say, really. He was supposed to be a member of the clergy, not her sex education. Not when he didn’t even have one of his own. But he had given the girl a full show last night, apparently, complete with stealing her innocence from her. He decided to just be honest. He may not remember taking her body as his own, but he did remember what happened in the church.
“Lily, I don’t know what to say.” He stared at the floor as he spoke, clearly disgusted with himself. The cool air of the cottage bit at his bare chest. He would do anything to be covered up. “I do not remember what happened last night, past the church. I’m sorry you had to witness that. I’m sorry I was too weak to shield you from myself.”
It was the truth, clipped and quaint. He buried his face in his hands for a moment. This had to be a nightmare. He knew deep in his heart that it wasn’t. He heard Lily stand up from her seat. She walked quietly over to him and crouched down. Her hands wrapped around his tenderly, but the feel of her skin against his made him sick to his stomach. Not that she was repulsive, no it was because he knew he had defiled her. Why would she want to comfort him after that?
“Look at me, Father.” She said tenderly while trying to pry his hands away from his face. He wanted to do anything but. This shame would hang over his head for as long as he lived. He almost yearned for the demon magic’s warmth. He reluctantly dropped his hands into hers, but his face remained downcast. He deserved to be marched into the town square, defrocked, and flogged. “Father, please, look at me,” She pleaded.
“I can’t,” He said, defeated. “I don’t deserve to. I took something from you that I can’t give back to you.”
“It was the demon that did it, not you.” She said, “She used your body as a vessel for her benefit, right? I’m not afraid of you, Father. I’m afraid of what will happen if she comes back.”
Lily spun a fragmented tale for her virgin Father. She had been shocked when he woke the next morning, most humans didn’t survive a demon marking their soul. It was curious indeed. His memories had been fragmented when he woke initially. He didn’t remember anything of their relations, or her identity. She used it to her advantage, playing the role of innocent victim. She had once again adorned her modest clothes of the villagers. It was maddeningly stifling in the garb.
“How can you even look at me after what you saw?” He asked. His mind had fractured during her play. She wasn’t sure what to make of that, he was repeating the same sentiment over and over. She also didn’t know how an innocent villager would respond to that. Truth was, she loved everything she saw the night before. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his body as he touched himself. As he lowered his body to hers and took her as his own. Small bits of her magic flared out as she recalled the memory. She could tell by his reaction that he had felt it, his muscles tensed under hers. She let her expression tense into one of fear as his eyes shot up. Unceremoniously, he shoved her away from him, as if her presence offended him. He recoiled and shrank into himself, and his action had shocked her enough that it knocked her flat on her ass, staring back up at him in bewilderment. “Get back!” he hissed.
“What’s wrong?” she stayed put where she was, unsure if he would lash out again. She couldn’t hide her strength if he tried again. She wouldn’t be pushed around by a human, especially not by a frightened one. Or one that she wanted to fuck so badly. She let her magic out, this time on purpose, to try to subdue him. She wasn’t trying to bring him to his knees or make him call out in pleasure. She just wanted to relax him, but the magic seemed to only infuriate him further. What in the world?
“Show yourself, filthy demon!” he screamed into the middle of the room. His hand wondered to where his crucifix hung, one that she had removed and stored away. While it wouldn’t hurt her, it did lessen her hold over him. He fumbled as his fingers caught air, she sensed his rage running through him. Lily stewed in her failure. Something with him changed.
She was a sort of outcast of her kind. Something about her magic ostracized her from her family and fellow demons. She could manipulate a man’s lust, she could make him weak with his own desires, but he had to be consenting. The other demons could take whomever they wanted, she had to work harder for it. He must have steeled his mind to her. Instead of stoking his passion, she was fanning his rage. Was it because he didn’t trust himself around the parishioner? He had given her explicit, eternal consent last night. Had her attempt at marking him gone awry? She looked at him quizzically.
“Father, will you help me up?” she outstretched her arm, reaching for his with a silent plea. Maybe contact was all she needed? He spun to look at her, where he splayed her on the ground at his feet. She saw the lust in his eyes, it just wasn’t blinding him. His rage was visible over it. “Please.” She thrust her hand to him again, trying to break his trance. Reluctantly, he reached out for her hand, clasping her dainty palm in his hand, and pulling her up. She used the contact to give a tentative burst to him. Not full blown, but enough to elicit some kind of response. His eyes darkened at the psychic assault, lust consuming him, but rage tickling at the edges. He didn’t let go of her hand, instead surprising her and pulling her into his body. It was a protective stance.
She used this to her advantage. She encircled him with her arms, letting him envelop her in his as well. She tried once again to gain access to his mind, not wanting to lose him completely. Something about him felt comfortable. He couldn’t just lock her out. But she had the distinct feeling that he was fighting her because of who he thought she was. The girl he thought he defiled. For a man of the cloth, he was strangely athletic. His abs were hard against her body, body built for strength. Maybe that was how he burnt off his sexual energy. She wouldn’t have been able to use it against him if it didn’t exist. He hugged her closer to him.
“What is it, Father?” She asked, hugging up to him. She let his scent wrap around her, filling her senses and flooding her with her own lust. This wasn’t enhanced by her demon magic, it was real. As real as the human body she possessed. She teased her magic through him again, feeling his body shutter at the feel of it, he was wearing down to her.
“The demon is back,” He said through gritted teeth. “It knows where we are, Lily. I can’t defile you again, I need to go back to the church.” Lily hugged his body tighter.
“Don’t leave me alone, please.” She said, “And I don’t have a shirt for you to wear, Father. You can’t go back to the church like this. I’m scared.”
The priest loosened his grip on her slightly, then fully as he realized she was right. However, she kept herself pressed tight to him. He didn’t move to push her away from him. He just sighed with slight annoyance.
“I have nowhere else to go, Lily. I can’t stay here with you and take a chance with you again. I can’t lose control.” There was a desperation to his voice. He knew the truth of her words.
“You can stay here in the cottage. I have somewhere else I can stay. I can bring you more clothes, Father, but I can’t let you walk out of here like that.” Or at all, she thought smugly. She would conquer this man completely and totally if it killed both of them. She had a nagging feeling that she wasn’t actually able to mark him. He was too suspicious and he was fighting her advances too hard. She had pondered earlier why he was still alive, and this must be why. He wasn’t bonded to her. She couldn’t feel the essence of him inside her, not even a little bit. This irked her. She had never failed at marking someone.
“I can’t stay here, there’s demon magic crawling around this place. I have to get out.” He said frantically. “It will claim me again, I can’t stop it. I can’t fight it anymore.”
He reached down and tried to pry himself free of her grasp. She subdued him with a little bit of magic. He was vulnerable now, his mind cracking.
His eyes went wild with fear as he heard the demon speak in his head, You can’t run from me, Virgin Priest. The seduction in the demon’s voice made him want to give in, and if it weren’t for Lily clinging to him, he would have. The only thing keeping him from shedding his clothes and pleasuring himself to the demon’s seduction was the girl around his waist. Free me of my sin, kind Father. Cleanse my body with yours. Let me have you.
Luke grit his teeth as he tried to fight against her. The pleasure was a beacon in the back of his mind, begging him just as her voice was to give in to it. His groin tightened with need. Lily still clung to him, arms wrapped around his waist tightly, her head buried in his side. Did she not know he couldn’t protect her from this? She needed to run away from him. This demon seemed to feed on his lust for her. He was trying to free himself from Lily’s grasp so he could flee the cottage. Maybe going back to the church half naked wasn’t a good idea, but he could get help if he got there. They could rid him of the demon. He had to give himself back over to God. The demon had to be purged.
He refused to give the demon the satisfaction of having his body a third time. Not when the second time had involved what it had. The problem with that was that he didn’t even remember it, but he knew Lily hadn’t been lying. He felt his body recognize hers. He reacted to her in a much different way now. Like she was his now. He did hate the thought of leaving her here at the mercy of the succubus, but if all the literature he read was correct, a succubus couldn’t touch Lily, right? Lily’s grip around him was steel, though. He couldn’t free himself. Poor girl was terrified, and he couldn’t blame her.
He couldn’t help but wonder why the demon wasn’t just taking his body as it had the night before. He had felt its influence before his sermon had started, but he thought it was just anticipation of seeing Lily sitting in the back row as she always did. He enjoyed her company, but he had never once considered crossing a line with her. Or crossing that line with his own body. The magic at that point had barely been a tickle in his mind, no warmth, no coercion. Though, he can’t really say he had been coerced at all last night. In fact, when it came down to it, he was sure that he had actually begged for it he wanted it so badly. He couldn’t help but wonder what happened between him and Lily. How awful for her to know he didn’t remember bedding her.
It was at that moment that a brief flash came through his mind. Hips gyrating on him, his cock inside a tight, sweet cunt. Cherry red lips kissing a trail across his jaw, down his neck. His hands cupping a supple waist, working their way up her body to cup her breasts. Heat rose up his body. Hearing his name whispered seductively in his ear, playing into a fantasy he would never admit to another soul he had. Fuck me, Father Luke, it pleaded with him in Lily’s sultry voice. He couldn’t stop the moan that came out of his mouth in that moment. The sound of her whispering his voice with that tone… it did things to him that the demon could never hope to do. It wasn’t the demon magic at play here, this was his own lust.
Don’t you want to claim her before she beds another, little Priest? It was the demon again. Possessiveness rose in him, it was a trait he hadn’t felt towards a woman before. He may have been protective over his church, but not over a single woman. Especially not one that he had fucked under the control of a lust inducing demon. Don’t kid yourself, Priest. I didn’t cause your lust, I just amplified it. Give into your desire, take her to your bed.
“Get out of my head demon!” He yelled. Lily startled beside him, loosening her grip on him. He took advantage of this and broke free of her grasp. Without her grip on him, the demon’s magic seemed to overtake him again. Not bringing him down and defenseless, but she was almost his saving grace from the demon’s influence. He staggered as a wave flowed through his body, but he was prepared for the feeling of it. It didn’t take his breath as it had the night before, it merely made his body clench with need. Go ahead, look at her. Take her as yours, claim her.
“Father,” Lily looked up at him, “What is going on?”
“Lily, go. Please listen to me and go, leave me to my depravity, I don’t want you to see this again,” He knew before the words left his mouth that he wouldn’t be able to fight off the temptation any longer. The demon was right. It hadn’t created the seed of lust in him, he already knew he lusted after the girl. He knew that much by his excitement to be around her. It made his desires painfully public. If the girl stayed, he would take her again. He would make her his. It was a brutish thought, but it was true. She was his. He wondered idly if this is what all men thought of the women they bed. It was certainly foreign to him.
Lily paused before heading his warning and taking her exit from the cottage. He had no idea how long she would be gone, but as soon as she walked out, he released himself to the whims of his soul sucking demon. As he felt the demonic presence wash over him fully, he remembered how much he had previously welcomed it. The tendrils of the magic brushing over him softly, hardening him. He rid himself of his pants and laid on the settee behind him. He had already palmed himself, but he was shocked to feel that the demon magic wasn’t playing with his mind at that moment. He was doing this of his own volition. Does that shock you, Priest? Did you think you were special and free of desire? Open yourself to it.
His body was filled with heat, but it was heat from within himself that filled him, not the demon. He stroked himself with uncertainty, not knowing if he liked it, but his body answered the question for him as his cock twitched under his touch. How had he gone over thirty years without doing this? It was divine. His pace remained slow and steady without the demon’s influence, wanting to tease the release instead of instant satisfaction. He had enjoyed the slow torture of the demon. He used his other hand to explore his body, stopping to admire the lines of his abs. That was how he usually doused his sexual urges. He had a vigorous fitness routine, often waking up at the early hours of the morning to go for a run before he came back in to finish his workout. He thanked himself silently for that. His body lit up with excitement the further up his hand traveled, and he traced slow circles around his nipples with his fingers. He moaned aloud, letting the pure, untainted feelings run through him.
His hand drifted back down his body, stopping below his cock, and cupping his balls. This was a part of his anatomy he didn’t pay much attention to outside of bathing. But the feelings that rushed through his body as he groped them in time to his strokes was maddening. It drove him closer to completion. Visions of his auburn-haired bed mate ran through his head. Memories of her ample bosom bouncing as he pounded his cock into her body, hands gripping her hips so she couldn’t move away from him. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, and her lips parted as she moaned his name, begging him to continue.
The unexpected memory pushed him over the edge, he shouted her name as his orgasm coursed through his body. He was sure it was a memory, too. His cock ached with the memory, he could remember how her body felt under his, how her skin felt under his hands. His body was calling to hers, he needed her now.
Lily stopped mid stride as she heard him call out to her. It wasn’t verbally, she could feel him in her mind, it felt like razors inside her head. How did the little Priest manage that? When he asked her to leave the cottage, she had left with one last burst of energy before abandoning him to his own devices. He had already fell victim to them before she left, but she didn’t want him to lose his nerve. He was calling out her name as if he had just reached release, her name a dirty word on his mouth. But how had he projected onto her? A human had never done that before.
She had a change of clothes for him in her arms, a couple changes of clothes, actually. She wasn’t sure how long she could keep him locked up in the cottage, but she would keep him there as long as she could. She knew that when she pulled him through the village the previous day, the townspeople had seen their beloved priest disheveled, confused, looking positively terrified as he followed behind her clutching her hand as if his life depended on it. She was fairly certain he wouldn’t be allowed to return to his previous station after he hadn’t returned the night before.
Shaking the sound of his voice from her head, she continued to walk slowly through the village, trying to give the priest time to recover before she went back. She found her thoughts and actions suddenly very human and mundane; she wouldn’t have cared an ounce about his modesty yesterday. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t cared a lick about his modesty yesterday. She took him on the floor of the church and in the cottage. But today, all she had done was stroke his ego, not his cock. But then again, she was in foreign territory. A human had never survived a night with her. She was very certain this man was human, nothing about him was as depraved as any supernatural being she knew of. Nor did they have the restraint that he did. No, that was a human trait. The demons tended to give in to their every desire, simply because they could have whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it.
She also wasn’t sure why his memory wiped, but it damn sure worked to her advantage. He still wanted to protect the vision of the girl he knew from the church. He loved her, even. She had molded her human form to meet one of conventional beauty, but she was unsure if it would work on him. It worked on most, but she had never seduced a priest before. What did most of them even fancy? For him it was her. He had also fought her magic earlier, even touching him hadn’t helped her much. She sighed, not sure about anything, and continued walking.
The village was lazy today. No one seemed to be looking for the missing priest, or they hadn’t whispered it to her. They probably gossiped about how he had hurried through the streets with her last night, convinced she was a harlot that defiled their priest. Maybe they would come for her with pitchforks? She laughed at the irony. All they would find in her cottage was a priest naked on the settee. That’s how she had left him. She knew deep inside her that he already had his release, but she didn’t know if he had gone for a round two. All the more encouragement to get back to him before the townspeople went looking. Maybe he was right, maybe the safest place for him was at the church. She shook the thought out of her head. She didn’t care for the human’s safety. Or she shouldn’t.
She ambled up to the path that led to her cottage, body tensing as she felt him, smelled the lust rolling off him in waves. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear another demon had taken over her Priest’s mind. There were no other of her kind in this town, though. This town was her assignment, her territory. No other demon would dare take him from her, lest they risk her wrath. Once a succubus had a mark, they couldn’t leave the human until they were marked and bonded to them or mated. And demons didn’t mate with humans. It hadn’t been done in the thousand years she had been alive. She didn’t plan to break that tradition now. There was old folklore about her kind mating to humans. It always ended in the death of the demon; it was never good.
Well hello, Priest, I see you did what I asked, She slid into his mind. He paid her no heed; she wasn’t sure if that meant he was unconscious or still one with himself. It was kind of fun watching him discover his body. He was like a kid in the candy store. His lust for her human form filled her, keeping her on her toes. She approached the door and paused before she pushed it in. The look in his eyes when he asked her to leave. She couldn’t get it out of her head. He was begging for her to save her own life, even though she was in no danger from his filthy demon. She was his filthy demon. She took a deep breath in and pushed the door in, taking in her surroundings quickly before painting a look of surprise on her face. The priest was in fact still in the throes of his own passion, his hands roaming his body, hand stroking his cock. Her name slid from his lips with ease, as if he had been moaning it this whole time. Heat blossomed between her legs, her magic flaring out from her.
The priest arched his back as it coursed through him, her name coming out of his mouth in a breathy, cracked moan. As if entranced by her own magic, she walked over to him and sat on her knees beside the settee. He hadn’t noticed her walk in. She laid the clothes down gently beside her and leaned over his body, lowering her mouth to his and capturing his lips in a kiss. Her hand rose up to his cheek and she laid her hand gently across the side of his face. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, and he didn’t skip a beat as he consumed her with a kiss of his own. She fought to keep the lust in her from reaching its height, as that’s when she couldn’t keep her human form completely under control. Her eyes usually slipped through, the brownish red hue distinctly not human. She didn’t want to make him stop. She wanted him to explore every inch of her body.
As much as she wanted that, she was still a demon. She could keep her lust for the human from coming completely out, but her demon magic would not stop flowing out of her. But it was mixing with something else, it was almost a shield emanating off him. Like in this exact moment it wasn’t penetrating his body, but she knew it was. She could see her magic play across his skin, feel it envelop his mind, she could feel him welcome it inside him. But there was still something else there. She hadn’t put her body against his in this way since the night before. She didn’t try to put her body on his, she continued her kiss, brushing her lips against his roughly, begging him to let her deeper. He surprised her by nipping at her bottom lip, she let out a nervous yip. Nervous? When was she ever nervous?
She wanted to replace his hand with hers, wanting to bring him to climax once more. His body was so inviting… it was almost as if she was mentally reduced to the girl he thought she was. She reigned in control of her magic and sent a powerful blast through him; he moaned against her lips and brought his free hand to her waist. She couldn’t control her body anymore. She leaned fully against him and let the hand that cupped his face drop to his cock. He gasped with a hiss as she took his length in her hand and started stroking him as rhythmically as he had been. He thrust his hips forward to meet her hand. He gripped her waist with both hands now, hoisting her up onto him. She let go of his cock and pressed her body against his as he hugged her close to him. She moved her kiss from his lips to trace the edge of his jaw, following the line of his body from his neck, down his chest, across his stomach, stopping as she hit the V of his lower half. He had opened his eyes now, and he stared at her with real need, need that was not amplified by herself. She met his gaze, uncertain if he wanted her to go any further. He laced his fingers into her hair and urged her to go lower, with a glint of playfulness in her eyes, she let her kisses go lower before taking his length into his mouth.
The effect of this was almost immediate. She had no longer got him in her mouth before he tightened his grip on her head and released his seed into the back of her throat with a throaty moan. There was the inexperienced Virgin Priest she knew and loved. Her name fell out of his lips effortlessly once again, but this time he raised her from his groin to meet his lips. He kissed her softly as if thanking her for what had just happened. Although she had received no release, she was happy, satisfied even, at the knowledge of his. His true lust, not meddled with or amplified by her, fed her demon self better than anything ever had before. He released her hair and dropped his hands to the small of her back, pressing her still fully clothed body against his own. Had her priest lost his mind?
I said to enjoy her, not worship her, she let herself venture back into his mind, lest he think he wasn’t still under her control. He grunted in acknowledgement of her invasion but ignored it.
“Filthy demon,” he murmured lazily. He didn’t seem to care that he was holding her against him. Earlier that day he had banished her from the cottage for fear of defiling her again. But here they were, a tumbled mess on her settee.
“Father Luke?” She whispered against his cheek. That seemed to snap him back into some sort of reality, the hand that was resting at the small of her back moved up a little and his body went still under hers. “Was that the demon again?”
“Lily?” He asked. He lifted her off him with a swift movement. As she stood up beside him, he moved to a sitting position. He looked up at her with concern, though there was no fear. He reached up to brush a strand of her hair from her face, not seeming to care that he was completely nude in front of her. He let his fingers caress her cheek as the strand fell through his fingers, his touch ignited heat at her core. What was happening to her? “Did I scare you?”
“No, Father, I’m just afraid you’re under control of the lust demon again.” She said, letting a hint of fear touch her tone.
“There’s no demon here,” He said, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “You’re so exquisite, Lily.”
He was openly admiring her. He had done what she asked, much to her surprise. He had let her in. All of his actions were well and truly his. She brought her hand up to his arm, wrapping her fingers around him. The only thing that surprised her in that moment was that she didn’t want to take him in that moment. She didn’t want his lust, or his sex. She wanted his tenderness and love. The thought of that made bile rise in her throat. Demons didn’t look for love, especially not the love of a mortal human. Yet, his touch made her tremble. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was standing in front of him completely naked and exposed. Lily had been many things in her lifetime, but modest was never one of them. She attempted to break his spell on her, but much to her dismay, she could not summon her own magic. What? Where did it go?
“You can’t possibly actually want me, Father.” He moved his finger over her lips.
“Stop calling me Father, Lily. I’m no priest anymore.” There was a hint of pain in his voice, but there was no regret. “My purpose in this life is not to be your priest.”
His comment flustered her. No, his purpose was to be hers. But he couldn’t be hers as long as he was alive. The only way she could claim him was to mark him, to kill him, to damn his soul to the fiery pits of her Hell. She was a demon not a flustered human female. Her magic punched out of her in a fit of fury, and it hit him square in the chest. His eyes glazed over with demonically inspired lust, but the look cleared as fast as it had taken him over. Stop fighting me, human. She spat into his mind.
“Not today, demon,” He muttered softly as he clutched her close to him. He laid a soft kiss on her forehead, and then let her go. It seemed that in that moment he realized he was still nude. Lily bent down and handed him a fresh change of clothes.
“Here, Father. I brought you more clothes.” She said meekly. He took them from her, letting his fingertips graze hers. It was almost as if he wielded the magic now, but that was impossible. Damn priest, she muttered.
“You can call me by my given name, Lily. There is certainly no need for formalities now.” He stood to his full height in front of her and put the clothing on. As soon as he was finished, he kissed her gently. For the love… she found herself kissing him back, but the fury inside her was still swirling. He had somehow claimed her human form and rejected her at the same time. Had his memory loss had something to do with this? She yearned to see him writhing in pleasure he couldn’t control on the floor while under her spell again. That had been a beautiful sight. Watching him feel the first orgasm of his life while laying in her arms.
“I can’t, Father, lest the sinful demon damn me to hell for falling for you,” she averted her gaze to the floor to avoid letting him see the flare of her demon eyes come on. She felt them burning red. She clenched her eyes shut. She had gotten the fear emotion down pat, hadn’t she. Was her fear caging her powers?
“I will not allow it. I banish the demon from your soul.” He said it with such conviction that she could feel it reverberate inside her. She had to build his fury up at her again, whether it be by jealousy or any other means.
Skillfully, she attempted to project an image of his precious Lily in bed with the village healer. In it, her human form was wrapped around the man’s body as he thrust into her. It actually wasn’t a vision, it was real. The human healer had gone missing shortly after she arrived, no one inquired about his whereabouts, they assumed he had gone on a mission. In reality, she had drained the life out of him, dumping his body in a nearby village. She let the vision play in her priest’s head with haunting clarity. His lips played into a snarl.
“You won’t win, demon.” He said aloud. “She’s no harlot!”
She slept with you under my spell, didn’t she? The demon prodded. Submit to me, human.
“No!” He grunted. Where had he gotten the mental strength between this morning and this moment? She wondered. It was as if he was getting stronger and she was getting weaker. Was he feeding off her?
Luke didn’t quite know how he was fighting off the demon. He felt her advances, sensed her in the room, but also didn’t doubt his ability to ignore her. Lily stood in front of him with her eyes clamped shut, he felt bad for dragging her into this. Something in him wanted to claim her, though. No, needed to claim her. It was as if the more he touched her, the less control the demon had over him. He could feel it furiously throwing punches at him, he could hear it sneering at him in his mind, but it simply did not bother him. Had his demon fueled tryst last night made him a demon? He didn’t think so. He still felt human, but more powerful somehow.
“What’s your name, demon?” he asked as he brought Lily close to him. She startled at his touch but let him pull her against his chest. That’s of no importance to you. The voice snapped back at him. The visions it had placed of Lily tangled with the healer felt more real than they were. It felt like a memory being thrown at him out of spite.
The tickling energy of demon magic flowed through his body again, making his body hair stand up, but not incapacitating him. You anger me, human. It snarled as it placed more visions in his head. This time it was of the night before, but they were not visions. This was a memory, he could feel it in his core. What he saw stunned him, almost made him release Lily, he didn’t, though maybe he should have. He saw her staring at him, her brown eyes circled with red, looking at him with a seductive smile on her face before whispering a very innocent, yet dirty phrase in his ear. He held her closer. What he saw in that memory, it wasn’t possession. It was demonic energy emanating off this slight woman in his arms. It was hunger for his lust, for his release. The next vision slammed into him just as hard as the first one, and it was him screaming his release into her body.
If Lily was the demon, how was he still alive? He circled back to his thoughts this morning. If the two of them hadn’t been simply possessed by the demon, but he had actually fornicated with the demon, how had he survived it? He had never heard of a human surviving a succubus. Not in all the literature afforded to him by the Church.
“Lily?” he pushed her back from him slightly, enough to where she wasn’t touching him, but she was still in his grasp. He could look her in the eyes if she would just open them. “Can you look at me, please?”
“No, Father.” She said softly. “I can’t look at you.” She shuddered under his touch.
“Lily, what’s your true name?” Lily stiffened quickly, quickly enough that it should have been imperceptible to him, but he caught it. His grip on her shoulders tightened. She let out a startled squeal and her eyes flashed red at him. “Tell me your true name, demon.”
A low laugh bubbled from her throat. He was suddenly disturbed with how sexy he found the sound. “You want to know my true name?”
It was as if a new strength possessed the demon, she broke his grip easily. He couldn’t figure out what she was doing, why she had allowed him to live the night before. Why his heart was still beating in his chest. Or why he felt such a strange connection to her.
“Yes,” He said. Lily seemed to take command of her body again, not pretending to be the concerned parishioner anymore.
“I’ll never reveal that to you, my Virgin Priest,” She said. “Not until you’re mine.”
THE END OF CHAPTERS 1 & 2
great story…like how scriptures are mixed in…how the suc….teases..mmmmMME>>ME>>>MMMMEEEEEEEEE!