Your body, their temple.
Tags: dark kink, possession, noncon, three some (kinda?) denial kink
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It's a beautiful night, too bad you're the type to get into trouble. "C'mon- C'mon you son of a bitch! Open!!"
Your buddy told you that the mausoleum here has some expensive jewels inside on display, and you're seriously struggling for cash- Churches don't hire security or check these dusty old tombs so it's perfect!!
Frustrated, you throw your crowbar aside and start kicking on the door. They swing open and you fall flat onto your face with a hiss... Then they slam shut.
"Wh- Hey!" you scramble onto all fours to look for your flashlight, it tumbled out of your jacket into this pitch black somewhere- "Need a light?" Oh! Oh dear god...
Above you is a shadow figure that seamlessly blends into the dark, or he would if he wasn't intentionally choosing to appear with his longhorns and finest striped suit; He is sitting legs crossed on the bench with a blue flame flickering on his thumb like a lighter "What? Seen a ghost?"
You try backing up and he grins so hard it reaches his sapphire eyes. "Not so fast, my disposable little vessel." The flame on his thumb turns into a chain when he opens his hand, that chain whips around your neck like a slap bracelet.
"Did you really think you could disturb the resting place of the many priests before mine?"
The devil stands up... And his horns nearly scrape the eight foot high ceiling. Your heart fills with lead and does flips from the dreadful weight. "I... I'm so sorry uh- please don't kill me."
"You'll wish I did." He pulls the leash and you're choked into blacking out.
