Hello Kindred, it's your spicy story time! Inspired by that recent artwork of Vox in a priest-like suit, I decided it's time for some priest!Tenshi x demon!Kindred smut. A saint and a demon, two opposites.. could they have something in common?
Tags: NSFW, AU, POV second person, gender neutral Kindred.
Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy 💙
The bell ringing echoes gloriously against the church hall walls, as the evening mass is finished. The candles are giving their humblest bow of yellow flames, diluting the dim darkness as their light is trembling, waving to the leaving congregation.
You're watching the church benches becoming empty one by one, the silence's suddenly dense in the air. The suffocating scent of incense and wax clouds your mind to the point where you're barely able to breathe, your nature struggling with the intentions planted in an empty heart.
A shadow flickers at the altar, drown in the gloomy moonlight. You draw a sharp scarlet gaze to where your prey is supposed to be standing, but he is nowhere to be seen; an illusion of the sacred desire dissolving in the cool luminous air.
A curse falls out of the bitten lips when you stand up, heading out to the front door; your divine prey has slipped away right from your fingertips leaving nothing but an emerging desperation burning with anger deep inside of you. You recall the look of silver eyes, cold as winter.
Since the very first moment you saw him, these eyes have been chasing you, forcing you to seek for their shine in a grey crowd. Inches away from the freedom, you stumble into someone's broad chest; the eyes of snow have found you by themselves as you look above, full of anger.
It's Box Tenshi, or Father Tenshi like everyone's used to calling him. The chief priest and the flock's favorite who's pure soul has been driving you crazy for too long – not only it's the hunger, but also something else: something crude, too sinful even for a demon to describe.
"Well, well, well.. We've got a lost sheep right here." the man's dark skin is almost glowing in the obscure atmosphere. Meeting him face to face has been your ultimate goal, but now you're finding yourself unable to move, Tenshi's strong aura weighting on you.
"What brings you here, I wonder?" Tenshi cuts the distance with an assured step forward, his palm wrapped around your throat in a tight grip. Chill runs through his fingers like electricity; you can feel his veins shiver with fury. The hatred you harbor, is mutual as it seems.
"To have come to the Lord's temple; you must be absurdly stupid, little Devil." the priest tilts his head, a mocking smirk on his divine face irritating you even more when he lifts you off the floor, not a single muscle flinch in the strong body. "Answer me."
Struggling as much as you can to get out of the deadly grip, you tremble as your choked breaths gratify the tall priest, his lustrous eyes collide with your own on the same level. Tenshi loosens the grip, so that you can take the chance and collapse right on the carpeted floor.
"None of your business." coughing, you glance up at the priest, his intimidating figure towering above. However, the part of you buried in an empty void, finds such vulnerable position appealing, conflicting with the utmost desire to drain all life out of this overconfident man.
A booming laugh rolls around the church, as the candles have gone out. Tenshi squats in front of you, grabbing your chin roughly so as to pull your face a few inches away from his own.
"You think I don't know that it's my soul that you're dying for? Pathetic."
Sharp claws sink in Tenshi's shoulders ripping the firm cloth of his black robe, you push him away earning a pained hiss in return.
"If you know the answer already, Father, then why are you even asking?" you spit out, as the air between you and Tenshi becomes hotter.
"I wanted to hear the answer from you personally. Perhaps, that stupid angel in me still believes the best in everyone, nay the filth like you demons." a fight breaks out between you and Tenshi, the wood cracking following each heated movement.
"Now when you know, I don't see any reason for holding myself, Father." you rush at the priest, but the power he reflects your moves with, sows doubts if Tenshi is a human at all.
"I'd like to see you try. You're not the first, nor the last demon I encounter." the man counters."I'm not your first one?" a fake whine falls off your lips as your claws leave a deep furrow on Tenshi's back, sweet crimson blood dewing on the clothes. "What a shame. But it would be an honor to be your last, Father." you tease the priest, the inner brakes going off.
The moonlight shadow falls upon your frenzy dance, like a pale smoke rising up in the air, saturated with the utmost intensity of strong feelings: loathing, despisal, and.. a delirious desire for each other's bodies and souls that no one wants to admit.
Not until your breath hitches, Tenshi uses the moment to his favor by throwing you onto the altar, your wiry body pinned down to the cold marble surface. Holding your slender wrists above the head, Tenshi is panting heavily while mounting over you, sweat trailing down his temple.
"I've been serving my flock for a decade now. I know every single human being, their stories, lives, fears and misdeeds." Tenshi lowers his head, his nose brushing against your ear as he's inhaling a piquant scent mixed with sweat. Rapid breathing sinks like mist on the skin.
"Seeing your ravenous eyes, searching for a prey to feast on for the first time fainted on me akin to the waves of a great flood. Again and again, you were crawling back to the church disappearing right before I was done with the mass." Tenshi shoves a knee between your thighs.
"You could've exorcized me back then, Father. But you chose not to." you wriggle in the priest's trapping grasp, two bodies rubbing against each other.
"You're not a concubus, aren't you?" Tenshi slides his gentle palms underneath your clothes, your scent and skin aren't lying. "Then why you're making me take His name in vain?" you gasp out loud when Tenshi rips your clothes apart, your nature appearing naked and irresistible to his eye, snowy irides glowing with dark blue light, almost ominous in the semi-darkness.
"Jealousy runs in our veins inherently. I'd rather have you take me and my name, again and again." no trace of the anger is left, as it has given in to that very craving ignited by the first gaze Tenshi laid on you a long time ago. "Show me heaven, Father."
Needs and dirty fantasies that have been tormenting Tenshi's heart for too long, get loose in a snap. The priest's lips fall down on yours in a starving sloppy kiss, his eyes shut in pleasure, finally washing over his entity.
"Good heavens.." the man growls into your mouth.A drop of demon blood on the tongue hazes his corrupted mind, when Tenshi pulls hesitantly back, sticking his lips on your neck instead. Flawless skin tastes like the divine nectar, and you can feel how hard Tenshi is shivering; the inner collision's shattering his sanity.
"It's you, it's always been you. You, who always pushes me to the edge. The dirt staining my soul cannot be cleansed, nor that I want to. Even if you have forgotten me, I won't let you forget my touch. Never." Tenshi's mouth goes lower and lower, wet marks covering your chest.
The priest lets go of your wrists only to fix his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart before his face ends inches away from your core. He avoids it first, focusing on your inner thighs instead; there's too much skin to be marked by his teeth.
You grab a fistful of white silky locks, twisting them in your fingers so as to make Tenshi go on by force.
"Maybe you're right. Jealousy does run in our veins, in mine too. And I'm too greedy to let anyone, nay Heavens see what I see now." the priest licks his bitten lips.
Never in your life have you witnessed anything more exciting than a pair of obsidian wings spreading out behind Tenshi's back so that he can hide you in their wide shadow. A fallen angel lurking among humans, and an ambitious newborn demon; two hearts have found a safe haven.
Tenshi drags his moist tongue along your core, all leaking and desperate to be relieved from that pressure pooling in your lower abdomen. He's tasting you carefully, delving his tongue inside of you like a forbidden ripen fruit dripping with juice.
"Kindred.." Tenshi whispers.
"How do you.." you mewl out when the priest shushes you, nails digging into your pelvic bones but the man is fast to caress the bruised skin, sucking at your sensitive spot at the same time. Somehow, you feel so exposed and bare, yet so needy, so eager to a long-awaited touch.
Tenshi seems to know all about you, every single inch of your body, all soft spots, even your true name that no one knows but him. Closing your eyes, you let the pleasure sink in.
"Father, please.." you squeeze his hair harder, guiding his mouth right at the spot.
However, you can't compete with Tenshi in power as he leaves your core seconds away from a sweet release. He watches you melt underneath him, unable to ignore his own bulge leaking through the silky robes.
"I don't need a salvation when I can have you, my darling."
"I don't need no soul when I have yours, Father." you repeat, reaching to lock the man in your arms, your legs wrapped around his thin waist as he rakes the robes up, his full-erected manhood sliding into you slowly.
"So let it be." Tenshi murmurs, muffling your moans.
Hips pounding, the priest is buried deep inside of you with an impatient thrust but he takes time to pepper your face with gentle kisses as if apologizing for acting rough earlier. Yet, you scratch his back with the sharp nails vocalizing your thirst for him treating you harsh.
"Such a liar I am. You know that you're my first demon, and you'll be the last one till the end of times, right?" another thrust shakes your insides, Tenshi's length throbbing, the pulsating going in waves along your steaming body.
"Keep this promise, Father." your vision fades.
Fallen candles, destroyed benches, an unholy mess surround your sinful voluptuosness, as the altar becomes your little deathbed over and over again, sticky sludge of sin inking with saliva, seed, purple and red marks on the skin; your own Hell and Heaven.
Hewwo Kindred, it's your short sweet story time! According to the poll (on Twitter), you're all craving for some husband!Vox, so here you go: a sweet domesticity, with Kindred comforting Vox after he had a really busy day full of work.
Tags: SFW, AU, POV second person, gender neutral Kindred.
Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!
The rain is knocking gently on the windows like an unexpected guest, a purple-grayish cloak of the night on its shoulders spreading the sleepy darkness above the city. In comfy pajamas, you are admiring its beauty through the thick glass in the kitchen.
The kettle boils, filling the warm air with a whistling laugh steaming in front of you. A pair of dry lips curves in a shy smile; despite the activity you're about to do, is nothing special but a common routine, something about it feels almost magical, akin to creating a potion.
A teabag, some milk, a little bit of sugar drown in boiled water; you stare down at your "magic pot": a light-blue mug with a cute print on it. The warmth is flowing not only through your fingertips as you're stirring the tea, your heart is fluttering too.
Having grabbed snacks, you head into the depth of the flat, a cup of hot tea gently carried in your hands. Yet, it's not meant for you – it's for your husband Vox, currently stuck in his office room with lots of work. Perhaps, a treat and a loving kiss will give him extra energy.
On opening the door clumsily, you enter Vox's office, his broad shoulders is the first thing you see. Headphones muffling any noise, Vox pays no attention until he notices a cup being placed on the desk, when you wrap your arms around his neck hugging your husband from the back.
"How's it going, babe?" as Vox takes the headphones off, cracking his knuckles wearily, you whisper feeling the weight of your lover's head against your cheek. Vox signs, the tiredness is clear in a low voice.
"Almost done for today, just need to check some stuff." he murmurs.
You run your fingers gently through his hair caressing the inky locks, watching them shimmer in an intense red hue. Vox closes his eyes allowing himself a bare second to soak in the warmth of your embrace.
"You can go to sleep without me. I'll finish and join you."
"Don't stay up too late, mmkay?" your lips brush against Vox's temple, hot breath soothing his worries. Your husband nods, only to burst into a thick blushing when you leave a gentle kiss on his cheekbone. "You're so hardworking, babe. I'm sure everything will come to fruition."
Velvety palms fall on Vox's stiff shoulders as you're massaging them, covering the top of your lover's head with airy pecks. At heart, Vox wishes for this moment to last longer refusing to let you go. However, at mind he's full of determination to finish, and get a deserved rest.
"Thanks for the tea." suddenly, Vox turns his head to steal a long kiss on the lips before drawing the attention back to the computer screen, giggling while taking a sip of tea. Completely enamored by that cuteness, you ruffle his hair one last time before leaving the room.
Cotton soft sheets are lulling after a quick hot shower, but the bed feels lonely as you're nuzzling into Vox's pillow inhaling his scent. It's a struggle to fall asleep without him, yet you don't notice drifting away in the world of dreams, Vox's cologne like a veil around you.
Minutes have fused into an eternity as you're dozing off, until a distant noise of running water pulls you back into the reality. Water sounds are followed by quiet, careful steps when the door is opened, a tall figure collapsing helplessly next to you on the bed.
A faint smell of bodywash with a hint of sweetness that you can neither describe nor express in any words, fills your nostrils as Vox pulls you closer, his arms wrapped around you, palms locking on the stomach. It's been a long day, but having you close is the best ending to it.
However, you turn around now facing your husband, only to hold him closer to your chest, your chin resting on the top of his head.
"Tired?" through the haze, you whisper getting an affirmative hum in response. Vox snuggles, seeking for a long-awaited rest in your fast heartbeat.
"How about we take a break tomorrow?" you play with the silky ends of the raven hair, before giving a gentle massage to Vox's scalp returning a content hum again. "Take a long walk around the city, visit a new restaurant, maybe watch a movie.. Just you and me."
"I'd love that." Vox mumbles. He looks so fragile in your arms that you can't resist but plant a kiss on his forehead, while still giving him some gentle massaging and back scratches. "That's my Vox. My dedicated, one of a kind Vox. I'm very proud of you, you know that, right?"
Another hum is buried into your chest, more sleepy this time. You admit to yourself that you're sleepy as well, murmuring a wordless lullaby for Vox as you keep stroking his back gently before the two of you fall asleep completely. And the rain has stopped not to bother your rest.
