With Your Waking Eyes~Priest!Zayne x Succubus!Reader~
Based on this post
TW: demons, sex with demons, religion, corruption of religious figures, blasphemy, sexual coercion, misuse of religious objects
The church was quiet. The smell of incense and snuffed out candles lingered in the air. The soft footsteps of the only person in the church seemed to echo in the quiet. Father Zayne moved about the altar, arranging the books and setting up for Mass in the morning. He liked to do this when he couldn’t sleep. Or when he was avoiding sleep on purpose…
The past few nights, Zayne had been plagued with dreams. Dreams that threatened his whole dedication to the priesthood. He tried to avoid thinking about them but the lack of sleep also made it hard for him to focus. He was doomed either way. If he stayed awake he was unfocused and people would notice something was wrong. If he slept he would be plagued by….you. You, the entrancing demon that invaded his sleep, disrupted his peaceful mind. The succubus that thrived on making a sinner out of a man sworn to avoid temptation. Yet he never turned you away. Sure, he would protest at first, but he never refused you. His resolve was worn away quicker each time. And his shame intensified the same way. Tonight would be different however.
As Zayne busied himself with small tasks, he felt a cold shift in the air, as if someone had left a window open. The lights above him flickered and he felt a chill creep up his spine as he heard the soft call of his name.
“Zayne….Zaaaayne” The singsong tone raised goosebumps across his skin. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he recognized the voice from his dreams. “No….this isn’t real. I must be dreaming again.” He whispered to himself. A dark, sultry laugh in his ear made him jump and whirl around. Cold sweat formed on his forehead as he whipped around to see no one. “So jumpy, Father. Frightened.?”
Zayne spun again to see you behind him, yellow eyes glowing and a fanged smile on your face. Zayne staggered backwards, his back hitting the altar. He gripped a crucifix tightly in his hand. “H-how dare you show up here?? This place is holy. You are not to enter!” You chuckled and took a step towards him. “But I missed you, Father. This not sleeping thing kept you away from me. Can’t have that.” At your approach, Zayne moved the crucifix in front of him, holding it like a shield. You laughed again and stepped closer to him. Grabbing his hand, you held his gaze as you licked a long, slow stripe up the back of crucifix, your long tongue swirling around it. Zayne couldn’t stop the shocked whimper that escaped him. Biting your lip, you ran one clawed finger down Zayne’s chest, stopping at the waistband of his pants. “Looks like you missed me too, huh Father?”
Zayne swallowed hard and shook his head. “N-no…o-of course not. You need to go. Please, you can’t be here.” Holding his gaze, you knelt slowly in front of him. His trembling hands quickly pushed you back by your shoulders. “Absolutely not! N-not here!” He protested. “Oh cmon Father..think what a fun memory this will be when you’re standing right here in front of your little congregation. The hypocrisy when you stand here preaching the Good Word having gotten your cock sucked by a demon just hours before.” You taunted. Zayne pushed you away again, harsher this time. “Don’t talk like that here!” He snapped. “Aww someone’s feeling guilty, hm? Don’t be ashamed, Father. Even your Lord was tempted once or twice.”
Zayne let out an exasperated groan. “What do you want from me?” You glanced around the church and pointed to the chair he would sit in during the readings. “Sit there on your little throne, Father.” You cooed. Against his better judgement, Zayne obeyed you. He sat and watched you climb onto his lap. “If I do this here, you have to leave me alone when I’m asleep. Let me rest undisturbed.” You rolled your eyes but agreed. “For a bit, Father. This will satisfy for the time being. Your dreams will be nice and peaceful once we’re done here.”
Better that than nothing. Zayne thinks to himself. He nods shakily and you let your weight settle a little on top of him. You grinned wickedly at the feeling of his cock hardening against you. His face was blushed pink and his glasses slipped down his nose. You peeled off the skimpy top you were wearing, your hair falling gracefully to just barely cover your breasts. Zayne averted his eyes but the pink blush of his face turned a deeper red and his cock pulsed in his pants under you. “Go ahead, Father. You can touch me.” You encouraged.
In his dreams he was still hesitant but he complied because hey, who can really fault him for a dream? This was different. Here you were real. Here he was actively choosing to give into his temptation and break his vows. A roll of your hips brought him out of his thoughts. A low groan left him and his hands flew to your breasts before he could stop himself. “Forgive me..” he breathed before crashing his lips against yours. You moaned into his mouth, relishing the feeling of his large hands playing with your nipples. His mouth attacked your lips and neck, nipping and sucking with unrestrained fervor. You gasped in pleasure as his hands roamed your body. Zayne sucked on your neck as his hands gripped your ass.
When he finally pulled back, his pupils were blown wide and his face expressed the desperation and desire that filled him. “I need to be inside you…please.” He groaned. You lifted off him just enough to let him unbuckle his pants and free his cock. You quickly sank back down on it, taking the full length of him in one go. Your combined cries echoed throughout the church and Zayne felt a flicker of fear that you might be caught. He quickly forgot about that as you began to move on him. Your hips rolled and ground against him. Your wet pussy gripping him tightly. Zayne’s mouth fell open as he panted your name. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly as you bounced on him.
He hands roamed over your skin, from your hips to your back. He needed to be touching you. He needed you as close to him as possible and guilt twitched in the back of his mind for enjoying this so much. Your cries and moans were the perfect distraction, however. You clenched around him, feeling him throb inside you. “Oh yes….fuck me,Father! Take me! Take me right here on this altar!” Zayne groaned at your words but shook his head. “Dammit…” he swore under his breath, shaking his head. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, lifting you and spinning so your back was pressed to the altar. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in. You shifted so you were laid on the altar and you grinned at Zayne as you sprawled out like a sacrificial offering to him. His hands found your hips again and you laughed at the glare in his eyes. “Cmon Father. Give it to me like you hate me…” you purred. Zayne growled low and slammed back into you. He set a brutal pace, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips. This was what you deserved. To be fucked like the temptress demon slut that you were. He was gonna make you wish you stayed away from his church.
The snap of his hips was rough and unforgiving. His lips attacked your neck and chest with bites and sucks, leaving marks in your perfect skin. Zayne pulled out just enough to turn you around and shove you over the altar once more. You squealed as his large cock speared into you. His hands tangled in your hair, deliciously scraping your scalp before he gripped your horns in his hands, holding onto them and yanking your head back as he fucked you. “F-fuuuck I’m so…close!” He groaned. “Yes, Father! Cum for me! I want all of it!” You cried.
A loud growl tore from Zayne’s throat as his orgasm hit him. You clenched around him and milked him for all he had. He yanked you back and tilted your head to press a searing kiss to your lips. Once he was spent, he pulled out and quickly tucked himself back into his pants. “You have to go.” He spoke, low and ragged. You smirked. “Not even gonna cuddle?” Zayne shot you an exasperated look that made you laugh. “No worries. Enjoy your rest, Father. I’ll see you around.” You blew him a kiss and vanished, leaving no trace behind. Zayne sighed and collapsed into the chair beside him. Running a hand through his sweaty hair, he collected himself and started to walk towards the rectory. He cast one last glance at the altar before sighing to himself.
“At least my dreams will be more peaceful than my confession.”
