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"Forgive me, Goddess, for I have sinned."
Seteth's voice echoed in the ruins of the old cathedral. It was empty in this time of night, void of monks, knights, and former students alike. It was quiet, peaceful, and just private enough for a confession.
"I've been plagued with impure thoughts," he began, voice shaky and unsure but needing to get his sins off his chest. He ducked his head and swallowed thickly, hands tightening where they were clasped in front of him. "There has been temptation all around me. Especially one Demon of lust – one who is out to seek my flesh. They have attempted all manners of seduction and, Goddess, I'm afraid I am not strong enough to continue resisting."
Seteth thought of quick smirks, a lithe yet powerful figure, and an alluring energy that slowly pulled him in. He willed the images away. They were a Demon and he was a Saint. He could not afford to falter now.
"I know not what I must do, Goddess. Please, lend me your strength so I may fight these urges and continue to serve you to the best of my abilities. I pray that you look after me in my time of need. That is all. I thank you for listening to my plight."
Seteth's breath came as a shaky exhale as he lowered his hands.
"My, don't you sound pretty when you beg," a voice, smooth as silk and deadly as a blade echoed through the chambers of the fallen cathedral. "I'm afraid your Goddess cannot help you now."
Seteth whipped around to see the Ashen Demon perched atop a crumbling pillar. They regarded him with a curious tilt to their head and a lazy flick of their tail, like a predator assessing its prey – the curl of their horns only added to their intimidation. Seteth swallowed down his fear and the jolt of arousal that shot up and down his spine. Pinned by the gaze, he could only scowl up at the Demon's sensual smile – dangerous but far too inviting. The Demon hopped down from their perch to stand in front of him. Seteth took a quick step back, glaring them down.
"Begone, Demon."
"Oh, you don't mean that. I could give you everything your Goddess can't." The Demon's eyes went half lidded as they took a step forward, bringing them into his space again. Seteth took another step back, until the backs of his knees hit the edge of a pew. "I could sate all your curiosities, give you all the earthly pleasures you could ever want, and a release from all your impure thoughts. You need not fight it any longer. You can simply give in. Let me take care of you, My Saint."
"You shall not lead me into temptation, Demon," Seteth sneered, turning to walk away, but the Demon grasped his wrist and stopped him in his tracks. Their hand was hot, firm and unyielding around his wrist.
"Very well, then say it. Say that you want nothing from me. Look at me and tell me you want me gone and I shall disappear forever," the Demon said. "However, tell me to stay and I can show you rapture. Tell me that you want me and I will fuck you in ways that you will never forget. Confess your filthiest sins to me and I shall make them a most delicious reality. Beg for me to have a taste of you, and I will devour you and leave you wanting more."
Seteth's mouth went dry. He stared into the Demon's eyes, dark with lust and glimmering with challenge. His pulse throbbed under the Demon's hold, primed and ready to escape a certain kind of danger. He tried to find his voice, tried to tell them to leave and never return but the words would not come. Triumph coloured the Demon's face, knowing they've won but waiting for Seteth to admit it. To voice his desires aloud and renounce his Goddess.
Seteth's lips parted and a breath escaped him.
"Please."
"My Saint." The Ashen Demon surged up to kiss him.
Seteth stumbled into the pew and the Demon followed, bending forward to continue their kiss of teeth and tongues, slick and unbearably hot. The Demon propped up a hand on the back of the pew, the other wrapping around his jaw and tilting his chin up to meet them – he was trapped like this, unable to do much but to allow the Demon to lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue. A broken, strangled moan left his lips, unbidden and uncontrollable. His cheeks burned scarlet and the Demon pulled away from him with a smirk, forked tongue swiping across their lips as they observed him closely. Seteth swallowed, his breathing ragged and eyes unable to look away from the sight in front of him. He felt a stirring in his trousers, one he tried to will away.
No such luck.
"Aren't you simply delectable?" The unholy being leaned in to whisper in his ear. The hand around his jaw travelled down the length of his neck, teasing at the edges of his high collared garb. What was a comforting presence now felt stifling, suffocating, almost as if the Demon wrapped their hand around his throat. His breath hitched when arousal throbbed through him. A soft laugh tickled his ear. "For someone so devoted to his Goddess, you seem to be enjoying yourself rather much."
No. He mustn't lose control.
"Let me take care of that for you, My Saint." The Demon pressed a kiss on the underside of his ear, making him shiver. They sank onto their knees between Seteth's own, hands braced on his thighs. They stared from underneath their lashes before lustful eyes turned their attention towards his lap where a noticeable bulge formed.
Seteth gulped.
He mustn't lose sight of the Goddess. He mustn't fall into the Demon's charms. He mustn't—
"Ah—!"
The sound was ripped out of him when the Demon ducked to press their lips against him, the action brief and light, nothing more than a quick warm caress of breath against the front of his trousers. Still, the minute touch jolted him, making his body react, making him crave more. The Demon watched him closely, their hands sliding up towards his belt to slowly undo them. Seteth panted. He should stop this before it goes any further. He should push the Demon away and pray for forgiveness, repent for his lapse in judgement. But as the Demon freed his length from its confines, Seteth could not seem to draw his eyes away as the Demon engulfed his length in the warm wetness of their mouth – a welcoming embrace despite the threat of sharp teeth brushing against his length.
A strangled moan escaped him.
Goddess, forgive him.
The Demon took their time, sinking down his length and pulling off to tongue at the tip, getting him slick and wrapping those two points around him. Seteth chewed his lip as the Demon licked down his shaft, leaving wet kisses as they made their way back up to wrap their lips around him once again, head bobbing down further and further until they took him to the root. The tightness of their mouth and throat ripped a groan from Seteth, unable to resist the pleasure that surrounded him, the scorching wet heat around him unbearable but so blissfully good. He kept his hands gripped at the edge of the pew despite how much he wanted to grab onto those curling horns on the sides of their head, perhaps that way he could have some semblance of control. But his hands stayed motionless, fearing the repercussions of said action. He breathed harshly as the Demon worked him expertly to the edge, his length throbbing, ready for release. His hips bucked but the Demon only took it in stride, humming around him. And just as Seteth found himself teetering on the edge, the Demon pulled away with a slick sound, a string of spit and precum hanging between their lips and the tip of his cock.
"Not yet, My Saint. Have patience and you shall be rewarded, this I promise you."
"What do you know about promises?" Seteth spat.
"I know more of it than your Goddess does."
"Damn you."
The Demon licked their lips, no doubt tasting him on them. They stood back up and Seteth eyed them as the Demon turned around to slide their tight breeches down, so tantalisingly slow, exposing their buttocks and, as they raised their pointed tail, a terribly pretty hole he wanted to sink into. Flicking his eyes up, Seteth found that the Demon was already looking back at him over their shoulder, a smouldering yet coy look on their face.
Something within him snapped.
His hand shot out to grab the Demon, all but pinning them against the back of the pew he was just sitting on and wrestling their breeches off the rest of the way. The moan that left the Demon was wanton, sending a thrill down his spine. They spread their thighs open once their legs were free, reaching around their thighs to spread themself open. Seteth's mouth watered. This time, it was his turn to get on his knees. Just as he would praying to the Goddess, Seteth gazed up at the Demon watching him hungrily. Their other hand tangled itself into his hair, tugging him against them, the prick of their talons against his scalp a sinfully pleasant sting. Despite his earlier resistances, he let himself be led until his lips kissed a most sacred place.
The Demon's moans rang through the ruined chambers and Seteth curled his hands around their thighs, keeping them spread open as he feasted on the banquet laid out as an offering for him. He traced his tongue between their legs, drinking them down and taking them in his mouth – the sweetest nectar from the Hells, a most forbidden treat. He mouthed at where they ached most, throbbing and hard against his lips and tongue. And when he dipped his tongue inside, they let out a sound that rivalled the holiest of choruses, crying his name out to the heavens. They tugged at his hair again. Dazed, he could only follow, marvelling at how they glowed ethereal against the backdrop of the stained glass windows above them.
"Take your pleasure, My Saint. Sate yourself in me."
Seteth panted against them, and he could do no more than obey. Getting back up on his feet, he gripped the Demon's hips to shuffle them around, bending them over the back of the pew. Their back arched and Seteth trailed his fingers down their spine to lift the base of their tail before taking himself in hand and pushing forward. A gasp left both their throats, the heat around him a most exquisite feeling, welcoming and snug. As if they were made for him. His head spun as he bottomed out, digging his fingers into the Demon's hips. They seemed to be faring just as well as he, panting and moaning against the bench, hips twitching as if begging him to move.
How could he resist?
Seteth set a punishing pace, grunting in exertion as the Demon cried out, their tail curling around his arm. He tried to recite his prayers, begging for redemption, apologising to the Goddess for his misdeeds. He hadn't been strong enough. But nothing the Goddess provided has ever made him feel so damned good. Seteth slammed into the Demon with abandon, no longer able to keep up the pleas in his head. Instead, he filled his ears with the cries of pleasure coming from the very object of his desires. The temptation he was unable to resist. The unholy beauty laid out in front of him, begging sweetly for more of him.
Forbidden.
And all his.
With a snarl, Seteth's hand curled around the back of their neck, pinning them in place. Their moans ratcheted louder, debauched and desperate. Seteth's hips slammed against theirs to grind deep and with that, the Demon shouted his name a final time – a most ungodly hymn – clenching around him and driving him to his own end. He spilled within the Demon, filling them up with his seed. With a broken moan, Seteth rocked against them for a few moments longer. He pulled out and watched his seed and their mixed filth spill out against the wooden pew and onto the tiles – a final desecration to the hallowed grounds. Before he could catch his breath, the Demon peeled themself off the pew, bending to grab their breeches and redo them.
"A rather impressive performance, My Saint." The Demon rounded around to him with a smirk, a pretty flush colouring their cheeks. "Trust that I will seek you out again."
Seteth fell silent, the weight of his actions beginning to dawn on him. He swallowed heavily.
"Perhaps the next time you'll cry out my name as you fill me with your seed."
The Demon pressed a kiss against his unresponsive lips.
"I bid you farewell… Cichol."
They disappeared past the ruins and Seteth crumpled against the pew, mind blissfully blank but his heart unfathomably heavy.