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As he finished the chant, his blood dripping from his palms, he felt the others' presence fill the room. He was scared to open his eyes for fear that he had somehow ruined the ritual though he had done it enough times now that was wholly unlikely.
From the darkness of his closed eyelids he heard a cacophony of voices surround him, “Fancy seeing you here.” The voices echoed around him as a spiny appendage wrapped around and caressed his waist, the feeling so quick he only registered it after it had fled, “And what will we be doing this time Father? Or did you forget what phrases you shouldn’t use again?” The voices whispered around him as the creature’s fiery breath was hot against the priest’s ear and neck, it sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.
“I…I just…” He couldn’t finish his words, the truth of them too sinful and demeaning.
The chuckle that followed his silence was dark with a tinge of cruelty and mischief to it, the voices became one, “You just what? Couldn’t resist the temptation of an unholy specimen so readily in your grasp?”
The demon’s breath caressed his face again followed by the feeling of hands ghosting over his shoulders, down his back, and just as the sensation was wrapping around to his thighs he opened his eyelids and spun abruptly to face the culprit only to be greeted by air and sulfur.
Another chuckle echoed around the room, the darkness was still there but there was a hint of more mischief than cruelty though the undercurrent failed to hide its existence. The priest realized he was now facing the crucifix hung on the wall of his room. The image brought him shame, his dastardly thoughts having brought him to sin again. “I shouldn’t have summoned you…” The shame and regret were clear in his voice but there is a hint of something else, just below the surface of his emotions.
Suddenly he was across the room, a wall at his back and a demon shoved against his front. He released a grunt of surprise as, without pause, he glanced at the demon’s face and took in his human form; he can’t recall when the demon decided to avoid using his true form around the priest. No doubt the demon could sense his thoughts leading down more negative roads when he was noticeably non-human; this being a likely ploy to keep said priest coming back for more. If only the demon knew, if not even his religion, something he devoted his entire life to, could keep him from summoning this creature then little else would.
While he is taking in the demon it moved its hand, trailing it up the priest’s neck before grasping his face and forcing him to make eye contact with the creature; their faces barely a breath apart, “But you did summon me,” the priest could feel himself shaking with fear and yet his body relaxed in the grasp this demon had on him, “and we both know there is only one way to get me to leave.”
The priest became more aware of the creature’s appendage as it ground itself against the priest, pressing him into the wall at his back. “You called me here Father.” The creature moved his other hand farther down the priest's body to his hip and managed to slip a leg between his as the creature went. “And I promise Father, everything that is about to happen…” The demon initiated another grind against the priest, pushing their cocks together through their clothes as he whispered in the priest's ear, “you brought on yourself.”
The demon pulled back slightly, enough to move the hand at the priest’s waist forward to cup him through his pants causing the priest to release a gasp. Another chuckle was released with a puff of breath against his ear as the demon continued, “Warm and ready, as always.”
The priest felt himself start to blush hotly as the creature squeezed him slightly through his pants. The demon continued to fondle him as its body held the priest against the wall; the demon ran its nose along his neck all the while. The creature rubbed him a little more forcefully releasing a strained gasp from the priest. “Always so responsive for me, aren’t you Father.”
The priest nodded his head as shame flooded his face. The priest whimpered as he felt the demon pull his hand from his growing erection. “Come now Father. I can’t let you have all the fun.”
The priest’s eyes fluttered open as he felt the demon knock him to his knees. The demon was now towering over him as he knelt at its feet as though in prayer. “What a sight you make Father.” The demon ran its hand through the priest's curls, gripping them slightly to maintain eye contact. The demon leaned down slowly, bringing his face close as he continued, “I can see why the powerful would crave to have disciples at their feet.”
The priest closed his eyes in shame, he was meant to be worshiping the Lord of Heaven, not this Lord of Demons. The grip on his hair tightened painfully forcing another gasp from his lungs as the demon forced his face up again. “You have to earn your pleasure, Father. Though, if I had my way I think I’d keep you like this. Pliant and waiting at my feet for any command.”
The priest had already started moving as the demon spoke, reaching for its pants with shaking fingers; though shaking with fear or excitement was anyone’s guess. It took only a moment for the priest to free the demon's cock from its pants. The priest felt his lips open unconsciously as he moved to put his mouth on the creature above him.
His lips kissed the tip quickly before pushing his way further onto the pulsing heat. He felt the demon's grip return to his hair and his body was pushed backwards, the wall again at his back with little space separating them, “Mmm, alright Father, let’s see what that holy mouth of yours can do.”
The demon gave the priest a moment to work over its cock before its patience snapped. “You know I don’t care for boredom Father,” as the demon snapped its hips forward forcing the cock further into the priest's mouth. The priest felt himself gag slightly as the demon pulled himself out before slamming back into the priest’s mouth again, slamming his cock into the back of the priest’s throat with little remorse. The priest adjusted quickly to the movement, having done this many times before. The demon used his mouth tirelessly, slamming in and out of his throat so quickly the priest could barely catch a moment’s breath. Finally the priest felt the cock heat unnaturally before the demon slammed into his throat and forced his release down upon the priest.
The priest swallowed what he could knowing spitting or losing a drop would not be tolerated. The demon slipped its flattening penis from his lips and forced his head up to meet the demon's eyes. It must have been satisfied with what it saw as it didn’t ask him to open his mouth. He could picture what the demon saw in his mind's eye; a hand tangled in his hair, face red, lips open slightly and swollen, tears leaking out of his eyes. The demon then moved him by his hair to a standing position again; returning the priest’s back flush against the sheet rock behind him. The demon ran its hands along his shoulders, down his arms to his waist and slowly pressed himself back into the priest as he went.
The demon's hands eventually paused with one on his outer hip and the other on his thigh; it moved in a flash as suddenly he was shoved further into the wall behind him with one thigh forced above the demon's hip and his other being held against the wall by the demon's body. The demon starts to grind against him again, this time with more effort and a more effective pace.
The priest felt himself starting to move with the demon, his arms lifting around the demon’s shoulders, his pleasure steadily mounting as they went, his soft breaths echoing off his bedroom walls. He finally released a moan of pleasure and felt his eyes flutter closed. Almost the second his eyes slipped shut he was shoved hard into the sheet rock behind him and felt a stinging bite against his neck where the demon had bit him. The priest released a groan of pain as the demon trailed his lips along the priest’s ear before saying, “if you know what is good for you, you’ll keep those eyes open.” He kept moving against the priest with a steady pace pushing him closer and closer to the edge, “Can’t you feel it Father? Can’t you feel your maker, watching you get fucked by the demon you summoned?”
The words are hateful and cruel but spoken with the caress of a lover, the tone almost caring and thoughtful if not for its dripping condescension. The demon’s comments force the priest’s eyes open, only now realizing he is being fucked opposite his crucifix, it’s image boring into his mind as he pictured what Jesus would be seeing looking through it’s eyes. For whatever reason, the priest couldn’t pull his eyes away even as a deep feeling of further shame flooded his body, mingling with the mounting pleasure that started to haze his mind.
“That’s it. Show your creator exactly what you want. Show him what a little cock slut you are for a lowly demon.” Again the words were cruel but something about them and the thrusting body that pushed him against the wall again and again and again only made him moan louder, eyes still transfixed on the crucifix judging him from above.
God this feeling, if this was what addiction felt like he now understood why those coming to him for guidance so struggled with the endeavor to abandon those feelings. He could feel himself rising, higher and higher, so close to the peak he was being pushed to. His eyes fluttered again only for all movements to halt before him. He released a whine of displeasure before he was again bitten on his shoulder, “I told you Father,” his jaw was gripped by the demon, its eyes an endless black as it stared hard into the priest, “close those pretty eyes again and I won’t be so forgiving.”
The priest wanted to chuckle in an almost maniacal way. If this was a demon playing nice he couldn’t imagine what the pits of hell promised as treatment. The priest obediently kept his eyes open, they fluttered occasionally but never closed fully. That pause in movement brought his high down significantly but in no time the demon had worked his magic, pushing him higher and higher again. “Y-yes…please! J-just like that-” he released a gasp as he again almost reached the edge as the demon forced his hips back against the wall, another chuckle ricocheting around his head, “You say you shouldn’t have summoned me and yet even your maker could hear your pleasure from heaven. I wonder what he will say to this little…display of unadulterated lust and depravity.”
Before the priest could even pause to feel his guilt and dismay rising again the demon continued, “Let’s see if we can’t make him a little envious of your enjoyment.”
The priest felt himself get transported again but this time they were on the bed, both of them naked for all to see. The demon was below him now, back flat against the priest’s mattress with its arms crossed behind its head smiling that cruel smirk up at him.
“W-what did you do with my clothes?” He started to move to cover himself, feeling the goosebumps beginning to freckle his skin as he was exposed to the cold of the room. The demon grabbed his hips in a vice-like hold and thrust up into him pushing his appendage against the priest’s bare ass, causing the priest to moan in pleasure with a hint of surprise.
The priest could feel the bruises forming on his hips as the demon replied, “We both know why you called me here Father. You know what you have to do, don’t you?”
The priest paused, letting the demon’s meaning sink in before he moved. The bed beneath him creaked as he hesitated before lining up the creature's penis with his entrance. He slowly pushed down, feeling that head breaching him. It was hot and thick, the sting of it more painful with the lack of lubrication and slowly he worked his way down, the pain continuing as his penis continued to stretch him.
The demon was watching him with lust and a cruel glee in his eyes, “Just as good as you remember Father?” The demon’s voice was both under him and also right in his ear all at once.
He hated how right the demon was, though the pain was more excruciating than he remembered. Slowly he kept working himself down until he was fully seated on the demon’s cock, releasing a little moan after feeling the demon’s hips below his own. The priest paused after getting fully seated and the demon pushed him along, “If I wanted my cock warmed I could’ve gone somewhere else.”
The threat in his voice made it clear, if the priest didn’t start moving the demon would do it for him. The priest slowly started riding the demon’s length, moving himself up and down the appendage, the stretch of it continuing to burn even as the movement became easier.
The demon released a sigh, “That’s it. Ride me nice and slow. Fuck yourself on my cock like you’ve been dreaming about.”
The priest felt himself momentarily pause in his movements before hastily continuing. How could this demon know about his dreams? How could he know about the fantasies that keep him up at all hours of the night and in confessional praying for his sins at all hours of the day.
The priest continued slowly working himself on the demon’s penis, his motions getting faster as he went. It was only in that moment that he realized the demon must be releasing pre-cum inside him, the only explanation for the ease with which his movements were getting.
Not long after the priest got going the demon released another sigh, this one filled with boredom. “If I knew you were a one speed toy I would’ve chosen another horse to take for a ride.”
The priest only had a moment to start his sentence, “wha-”
The demon grabbed him by his hips and started thrusting him up and down quickly using its superior strength and speed to reach a pace no human could achieve in this universe. The movement was so jarring the priest didn’t expect the moan that was released from him but once he started the moans of pleasure didn't seem to stop. He could feel the hands on his hips slide down to his knees forcing them farther apart and the creature continued to piston up into the priest with harsh fervor. The priest could feel his hips widening and suddenly the demon was hitting his insides so…much…deeper. He wasn’t sure what garbled mess came out of his mouth as the demon continued to use his body for its pleasure.
“Oh g-god! P-pl-please! R-right there…” The gasp that was released from the priest's chest could have been his last breath with how forcefully it left his body. He felt himself come as his whole body spasmed, shaking the bed so violently the mattress springs could be heard in equal measure with his pleased sounds.
The priest felt a change around him but he couldn’t place what it was, the world still coming back into focus after his orgasm. It was the moment he realized the demon was no longer beneath him that he felt himself shoved onto his hands and knees, the demon a furnace of heat and fiery breath at his back.
“Don’t tell me you thought this was over Father.”
The priest felt hands at new positions on his hips as the demon pushed himself back into the priest with no warning. His pace was set to bruising from the get go, pushing the priest’s body into the mattress more with every thrust.
“Look at you Father, what a good little cock sleeve you are.” His thrusts felt like they were getting deeper into the priest, his body slowly molding to the cock that was being thrust into his ass. “If your maker could see you, sweating and panting beneath me I’m sure he could see the beauty in this image.”
Something about the comments drove themselves into the priest's hazy mind and triggered an immense feeling of pleasure, “Oh J-Jesus…y-yesss…”
The demon’s breath once again was hot at his ear, “That’s right. Call out to him, pray to your god to see you at your finest moment.”
The dirty comments pushed the priest further into his pleasure as he released another moan but abruptly the demon stopped thrusting into him. The priest tried to force himself backwards, even just to feel the demon behind him but the demon’s strength proved to be far more supercilious than his own.
Even without the demon’s movement’s the priest’s mind was still foggy with the pleasure coursing through his veins, “What?”
The threat was back in the demon’s voice, though this time it promised denial, “I said, pray to him.”
“I…I don’t…”
“If you want to feel my cock as deep as it can go,” the demon pushed into him agonizingly slow, hitting what felt like the deepest part of his being before continuing, “then you will pray for it. Pray to your god for what you crave.” The words felt like a caress against his body, pushing him to just do as he says.
The priest picked the first prayer that came to mind. “...O-Our f-father, who art in heave-” his prayer was cut off by his own gasp as the demon started thrusting into him again.
“H-H-Hall-ooow by thy n-name.”
The thrusts were coming harder, the feeling of the demon's hands against his ass pushing him forward and back and forward and back. “That’s it, pretty boy.”
His voice was shaky, the pet name forcing a weakness into the priest as he continued, “Thy kingdom c-come. Thy will be d-dooone.” His chest was heaving as he gasped in breath as fast as he could release it. He could feel how close he was to being done himself.
“Louder pretty boy, if heaven can’t hear you no one can.”
The priest increased the volume of his voice, though with how quickly he was breathing that raise was only just noticeable over the sound of skin slapping against skin, “On Earth a-as it is in H-Heaven. Oh G-God! I-I’m g-gonna…”
The demon again stopped all movements. The whine of displeasure that was released from the priest was involuntary as he tried in vain to move against the demon again. The grasp the demon held on his hips was piercing as he kept him still.
The priest could feel the heat of the demon against his back, burning his presence into his body as his sulfurous breath ghosted his ear, “Once you finish your prayer,” the demon said as he delivered a resounding SLAP against the priest’s thigh that made him jump in pleasure and pain, “then you can Finish.”
The priest could feel tears start to spill from his eyes and slowly roll down his face from the pleasure/pain of his stifled release as he continued his sacrilege, “Give us this d-day our daily bread.”
The demon was still forcing his movements motionless, the priest catching his breath as he felt a poke of something sharp at his shoulder and only after a breath caressed his spine does he realize it’s a horn. “Just like that Father.” The touch of these words felt more genuine as the demon began slowly rocking into him again, its tale circling his hip before moving on to feel other parts of his body. The demon kept his pace disjointed and slow to keep the priest from coming but often enough that it kept him teetering on the edge.
“And forgive us our t-tresspasses.” The priest could feel tears running freely down his face and there was the slightest wobble to his voice.
“As w-we forgive those who trespass ag-gainst us.”
“Almost there Father.” His voice had that cruel tinge to it again as his thrusts became more aggressive; almost like he was already tired of his own idea but also was enjoying it too much to stop. He whispered in the priest’s ear, “Come on Father. Let them hear you.”
The demon increased his thrust speed, ramping up the priest’s pleasure rapidly as he went, “Leead us n-NOT INTO TEMPTATION.”
The demon seemed to have lost all his patience as he continued increasing the speed, not a care for whether the priest had finished his mock prayer. Fearful of the demon stopping again the priest continued, “BUT DELIVER US-”
His orgasm felt Earth shattering when it hit him. He expected it to be cut off again and maybe that’s why his pleasure took him by such surprise.
“D-Deliver us…” He was panting hard against the covers in his face; at some point his arms had collapsed beneath him. He felt the demon’s hands too; still clasping his hips as he continued to thrust into the priest at a punishing speed. He felt them shift to his thighs, grasping them tightly and widening their stance. He felt the strain of his hip muscles as the demon’s plunging movements forced his body forward and pushed his face further into the mattress with every. single. thrust.
“D-deliver…u-us…” His body was spent and yet he knew he wouldn’t get a break until the demon was finished with him. He couldn’t move his body, his bones felt as though they had gained a hundred pounds in the last few minutes leaving him motionless on the mattress save the snap of hips against his ass moving his body without his say so.
“P-please…J-Jesus…” The priest was so sensitive now, his body humming as he felt his pleasure mounting again against his will, the demon widening his hips again, pushing into him deeper and deeper. He felt the pressure in his penis as it started to fill again without any effort from him, his head getting fuzzier with the drastic change. The demon continued to use his ass as a fleshlight, pounding into him and forcing his growing erection to grind between his body and the bedding beneath him.
“Oh p-please GOD-”
The demon’s pace seemed to skyrocket at his exclamation, his erection painfully rubbing against the sheets below him; against the hairs trailing from his penis up to his stomach.
Suddenly the demon grabbed him under his shoulder and pulled the priest’s back against his chest and started pistoning into him from the new angle. The priest felt one last thrust into his abused ass and then he came.
He thought his first orgasm was Earth shattering but this one was violence incarnate. The pain and pleasure were so intermingled he wasn’t sure how to describe it. The demon ground his hips up into the priest’s before the priest felt his release spill into him, burning him from the inside. Almost like a punishment yet so sinfully sweet a reward.
The demon was still holding him up, back to chest as the priest whispered, “deliver us from evil.”
As he ended his prayer he felt as the demon released him and he collapsed onto his bed. If he had any muscles or bones in his body none of them decided to make their presence known. He felt the demon slip out of him and despite his exhaustion he felt himself release a hiss of pain as his body started to shake with aftershocks.
The demon stood at his back and he couldn’t bring himself to move, let alone turn his head to face him. He felt the clawed hand in his hair and tensed slightly before releasing a sigh as it ruffled his sweat soaked curls, a spiny caress following the touch along his back. He felt himself being moved by those same claws; they handled him carefully despite the deadly ability they were known for. He was situated onto his back before he realized his eyes had slipped closed. He forced them open to gaze at his lover but only just. He was a mix of himself now, his horns, tail, and claws on full display but the rest of him was gracelessly human.
“Rest now, but we both know I’m far from done with you yet Father.” His wicked smile was plastered across his face and yet the priest felt no fear at the expression, only…something…something he couldn’t yet name.
He chose to focus on breathing before he even considered looking more deeply at the feeling in his chest. As his body slowly came down from his repeated high he felt the sore spots and bruising more readily. He couldn’t find the energy to move himself yet but knew the moment he could he would feel every movement intimately.
As he laid there, alone as the demon had disappeared to who knew where, he could feel the demon’s come dripping out of him, it left a steaming trail along his thighs onto the bed beneath him. He ached to clean himself, to maintain some of his dignity, but also found he cherished the mess a little. This was proof that what he had felt was real, this was a mark of what the demon had done to him. He released a shuddering breath at that thought and felt the aftershocks pass through his body. The exhaustion from their activities was catching up with him as his eyes started to flutter closed, the last thought he had before he drifted was of the demon that haunted his nights and days.
* * *
The priest awoke a few hours later to find his position had changed little. He was still naked and bruised but his hand was bandaged and he didn’t feel the stickiness that came from being left covered in sweat and semen. He was covered by a thin sheet and when he glanced around the demon was nowhere to be seen; he tried not to think about the sinking feeling he felt in his chest. He dressed and went about his day, expecting little to be done as his mind was still filled with sinful thoughts of himself and his partner’s acts the night previously. He was in his study standing in front of his desk as he casually glanced at prayers for an upcoming communion when he felt a presence appear at his back, the hellish heat behind him left little to dissuade him from determining who it was.
“I thought you left.” There was slight relief in the priest’s voice despite his efforts to hide it.
A clawed hand made its way around his shoulder and shifted him back into the demon, his tail curling possessively around the priest’s thigh as his other arm wrapped around the priest’s waist. The intimacy of the touch was unexpected and left the priest surprised but also…pleased. The demon nosed against his neck from behind as his many voices replied, “I don’t leave until I have my fill of you.”
The priest felt himself start to respond to the demon's words and leaned back into him slowly. “Figured you’d be bored of me by now.”
The demon’s chuckle was cruel and full of promises, his voices became one as he spoke, “Oh Father, all the positions I could put you in…the places I could fuck you, and you imagine I would be bored after our little tryst in the night? Don’t worry Father,” the demon nipped lightly at his ear, “if you wanted something more interesting…all you had to do was ask.”
The priest blinked and suddenly he was in the church, his back against a wall by the dais with the demon's thigh between his legs. The demon had his hands in a vice grip as he held them above the priest’s head making it impossible for the priest to touch him. The demon pressed his forehead and horns against the priest’s. His breath ghosted across the priest’s face and wrapped around his head, hot in the priest’s ear as he said, “You know the price to pay to get what you want, Father.”
“I-I don’t…What do you want me to do?”
Another cruel chuckle came from the demon’s lips, “Isn’t it obvious?” the demon asked as he shifted his thigh upward, pushing against the priest’s steadily rising penis. “I want you to fuck yourself against my thigh, just like this.” The demon rubbed his leg harder against the priest making him whimper. “I want you to fuck yourself so good that you come before I get you out of those jeans.”
“Ahh-” The priest gasped slightly as the demon froze his movements, his tail flicking behind him in amusement. The priest was breathing hard already as he slowly started moving his hips up and down, rubbing himself against the demon’s thigh. The sore muscles in his thighs protested the motion but the haze pushing into his mind kept him moving against his body's opinions.
The demon had moved his head so his lips were tracing just the edge of the priest’s ear. “That’s it, priestling. Ride my thigh like you were riding my cock last night.”
The priest’s soft moan was loud in the echo-y room as he started moving himself faster, rutting against the demon like he was an adolescent boy chasing his first orgasm. The priest could feel the demon’s grip on his hands shift and tighten as the priest pushed himself closer to the edge.
The priest’s moans got louder, echoing around him so much every breath he took was covered by the sound of his pleasure. The demon started grinding his leg up against the priest’s penis, pushing him along and making the pleasure tinge with slight pain. The demon’s words were barely heard over the cacophony of sound, “That’s it priestling–harder–I know you can go faster than that.”
The demon’s voice had a slight hitch to it, clearly enjoying the show he had created. Finally, the priest reached the edge and fell, his world whiting out around him as he came in his pants. He leaned his head against the demon’s chest as he gasped out breaths, trying to recover.
Suddenly the space shifted again and his hands were on a stone surface, his hips flush with the granite. It took his mind a dazed moment to realize he was against the altar, facing the congregation of empty pews before him. He gasped in surprise at the sudden feeling of cold air against his ass as his pants were pushed to his ankles, his thighs separated slightly, and the demon’s penis slid between his thighs, hands placed on his hips over the bruises from last night.
“Ready to make some new memories?” The question was followed by the demon pushing two fingers into him causing a moan to shudder from him. The demon started spreading him open against the altar where he normally led others in prayer, now the only prayer coming from his lips is a small “oh God” or “oh Jesus” repeated over and over. The demon moved a hand to his shoulder pushing his hips farther into the stone in front of him and he shifted the priest's torso forward over the altar.
The demon fingered him slowly, pushing in and pulling out like he knew the priest was dying inside from the agonizing pace. “P-please…” the anguished sound was released from the priest's lips, the demon cruelly chuckling in his ear.
“Now Father, I thought patience was a virtue.” The demon kept up his slow pace, adding another finger as he continued to open the priest's still tender ass.
“G-god pleas-se. Ahh-” The demon’s slicked fingers make a squelching sound as they move in and out of him. The demon kept up his slow pace, adding a third finger to the bundle being pushed inside the priest. The demon spread his fingers rhythmically, simultaneously pushing the priest toward pleasure and insanity. The priest had been rocking into the fingers slowly without his notice and finally, finally the demon seemed satisfied with his efforts, pulling his slick digits out.
“Now the fun begins.” The demon pushed his cock into the priest hard, shoving his hips forward against the altar. Oh God. The priest doesn’t know if he thought it or said it but it didn’t matter, the demon kept up his aggressive pace; pulling out to the tip before slamming back in. The sound of moans, slapping skin against skin, and skin against stone was a heady melody that filled the space around them.
“Just imagine Father. Standing here before all your disciples as they watch you get defiled by one of the demon’s you preach against.” The priest could picture it in his mind, the congregation full of men and women coming to worship God; instead watching as their teacher came apart in the arms of the demon he was supposed to despise.
“Imagine if someone walked in on this, watching you fall apart in God’s holy place.” The demon’s pace changed, somehow hitting that secretive spot inside the priest, making him moan loud enough for all to hear as he came against the altar before him; his lidded eyes glancing into the rows of pews ahead of him as his body shuddered in ecstasy. The demon was still pushing into him, though at a slower rhythm, “That’s right Father, look at the mess you made before your God.”
“Ahh-” The demon's words pierced his mind as the priest looked below himself. His semen spread across the top of the altar, slowly dripping off the edge towards his feet. Despite the debauchery of the picture, he couldn’t find it in himself to regret what he had done.
The demon was still slowly pushing in and out of the priest as he leaned forward to whisper, “How about a change of imagery priestling?”
The world shifted again and instead of being against the altar the priest was atop it, his back against the stone as he faced the vaulted ceiling. His legs were wrapped around the demon's waist as he pushed into the priest from this new position.
“Ahh r-right there…” The priest’s moan echoed across the space differently from this position, somehow seeming to travel farther and louder than before as the priest arched off the stone below him.
The demon chuckled as he started thrusting faster into the priest, “Where priestling? Right here?”
The demon’s movement skyrocketed, moving faster than any human could ever hope to achieve as he kept pistoning against the priest’s prostate. He kept moving faster and faster, slightly pushing the priest's body farther up the altar’s surface. The demon seemed to notice this as he pulled the priest towards him, pulling until the priest’s ass was slightly hanging off the edge while continuing his bruising motions.
This position only lasted for a moment as the demon seemed to get bored of it quickly. The demon was still pushing in and out of him rapidly as the demon moved one of the priest’s legs above his shoulder, leaning forward until his face was right above the priest’s.
“How about this priestling? How does this feel?” The new angle forced the priest’s previous soreness to the forefront of his mind as his leg muscles protested to being stretched but then the demon slammed into his sweet spot again and pleasure overtook him, leaving him to release a gasping moan.
The demon seemed pleased with his response and continued his abuse of the priest’s ass. “Oh J-Jesus…ahhh- p-pleeease… don’t sto-op.” The priest’s mind was hazy as he spoke and not moments later felt his world brighten as a million stars exploded behind his closed eyelids. His second orgasm hit him quicker than expected and yet was unsurprising all the same.
* * *
The priest didn’t know how long they had been going but his body couldn't take much more. At some point they had moved to the pews towards the back of the room. The priest was standing with his hands on the pew back before him as his legs trembled beneath his body. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face and soaking through the back of his white dress shirt, the only item of clothing he was still wearing as his pants were lost somewhere around his fourth orgasm.
The demon was sitting in the pew behind him, slowly pulling the priest back onto his cock before pushing him forward just as slowly and then repeating the process again and again. The priest's body was buzzing with sensitivity as the demon had put his worn figure in more positions than he could recall. He could have been standing there for minutes or hours for all the priest knew, his brain had been taken over by pleasure for so long every thought was muddled and incoherent. His breaths were coming out more as gasps for air as he felt his arms tremble and his legs start to buckle beneath him.
The demon was at his back in a flash of motion, his hands at the priest’s hips holding him up and simultaneously moving the priest’s hips to press flush against the pew back. The demon’s scorching breath caressed his ear as he whispered in a soft voice, “Lock your knees.”
The priest followed his order easily as the demon then moved both his hands to be just outside of the priest’s making the demon press slightly against the priest’s back. The demon started up his agonizingly slow pace again. The priest couldn’t even form words anymore, all the sounds coming out of him being solely moans of pleasure or short grunts when the demon pressed the priest’s bruised hips against the pew back.
“You’re doing so good for me, pretty boy.” The demon rumbled in his ear, rubbing the side of the priest’s face with his own, his horns slightly catching on the priest’s soaked curls. The priest moaned at the comment, pleasure zinging through his body's sensitive system. The demon reached around the priest, placing his hand at the base of the priest’s penis where a coal black cock ring sat.
“Ready to go over the edge?” The demon’s voice surrounded the priest as he asked.
The priest gave a faint nod, all of his energy being focused on holding himself up as much as he could. The demon rubbed his head against the priest’s, “Breath with me.”
The demon took in a deep breath, at least an imitation of one, and the priest followed his lead easily as the demon wrapped his hand more firmly around the cock ring. “Deep breath out.” The words caressed against the priest’s ear as he again listened. The demon pulled the cock ring off slowly causing the priest to whimper in pain as the motion pulled against his sensitive skin.
“That’s it, priestling…” The demon started rocking into the priest slowly with a slightly faster pace than before. The priest had forgotten the demon was still inside him and as he moved the priest could feel himself moan in response. The demon thrust in once, twice, and the priest’s body shuddered as his prolonged pleasure finally crested. His body was convulsing as he came while the demon was still slowly pumping into him, holding the priest up through his orgasm.
The demon ground into the priest, burying his penis inside him before he came as well, the demon came hard releasing a deep yet wanton moan that would make a whore faking it jealous. The sound echoed throughout the church around them as the demon finished.
The priest’s awareness returned more slowly than he was used to, his vision swirling slightly as he opened his eyes that he didn’t recall closing. The priest slowly became aware of the heated body below him, its arms wrapped around him in a comforting embrace, his head leaning back against the demon’s shoulder. The demon was still inside him as the priest’s body trembled in his arms, the aftershocks still rocketing through him occasionally.
As the priest's cognizance continued to return he could feel the sweat streaking down his back in slow rivulets and he could feel the demon, still slowly rocking into the priest without his awareness until this moment. The priest felt the demon’s semen inside him, slightly dripping out of his ass but also being pushed deeper and deeper because of the demon’s motions.
The priest rolled his head back, facing the ceiling with his eyes closed as he continued to pant, making every effort to catch the breath he lost.
“God, what you do to me priestling. I could just leave you like this; half naked in a pew, cum covering the prayer books and leaking out of your ass. You wouldn’t be able to move before someone found you, taking in your debauched form. I wonder if they would be repulsed by you? Or maybe…they’ll want to take this heavenly ass for a spin next.” The demon squeezed where the priest’s thigh meets his ass as the priest released a small moan, his body still sensitive and recovering from their activities.
Another shudder rocked the priest’s vibrating form, the demon’s words hitting him with a deep sense of pleasure and shame.
The demon chuckled softly in his ear, whispering, “no, I think I’ll stick around for a while. Haven’t had my fill of you yet.” The demon finished this thought by lightly biting the priest’s ear pulling a strangled moan that ended with a slight whimper from the priest’s mouth.