Priest x incubus! TMale reader 18+
Reader’s also black w locs cause this is lowkey self-indulgent
Entering the church as a parochial student was less devilish intent than it was a last ditch effort to sate the boredom threatening your early grave. There was absolutely nothing to do in this dreadfully plain village. In truth, your expectations of the chapel weren’t much higher but anything would beat corralling drunkards for the fourth week in a row.
For this purpose, the chapel was the most obvious choice; a sex demon unknowingly being welcomed onto holy grounds? The irony alone charmed you into pledging your vows to the coven within weeks.
It was simple enough: help conduct morning mass, clean up and use any remaining day hours studying scripture, with the occasional youth program assignment. Still, the monotonous schedule was more interesting than your days prior. One thing that really caught your attention, though, was Father Davis. The rest of the clergy was nice, as was he to everyone else; when confronted with you, however, it was as if he’d rather eat glass than have a proper conversation. Unfortunately for him, this only made him more fun to bother.
He saw through your façade instantly, but you both knew he couldn’t exactly get rid of you. Despite his status as presbyter, no one in such a traditional village would believe an incubus capable of entering God’s home, and without proof, exorcising you would look like straight up murder.
So, he put up with you; let you follow him around in hopes it might give him insight into whatever nefarious affront to God you were planning.
After operating hours and after the staff went home, you could be found sitting on his desk in your true form, tail lazily swishing side to side. As was your nightly routine, he would attempt to do paperwork while you tap-danced on his last nerve; be it ‘accidentally’ curling a tail in front of his work, snatching pens as he was writing, or noisily riffling through drawers. To his credit, he almost never lost composure; annoyance only evidenced through slight eye twitches and white-knuckle grips.
On this particular night, you might’ve teased him a bit too much.
Interspersed candles flicker and blink, casting the otherwise dark office in soft light. The oval vitrage window shone overhead and bathed stone walls crimson with moonlight.
He leaned back onto his desk, an imposing figure above your place on the floor. Chains and rosary beads bound your wrists, ankles, and torso as you knelt on both knees. Silver stung your skin pink where metal dug into soft, naked flesh.
He tilted his head, silently regarding your form wriggling against the bindings. Then, with cold eyes still locked on you, he reached behind his desk, fiddling around in a drawer as he spoke.
“Tell me, imp: what do you gain from testing my patience day in and day out?” He hummed upon finding what he was looking for, an ornate little bottle of…oil? Perfume? With how things were going now, you wanted to say lube but you wholly doubted the prudish brunet would have any.
“Well,” you start; reveling in his upset despite your predicament, “If you must know, father, it is rather fu-”
With a flick of his wrist, drops of liquid splashed you and it burned.
Holy water; the bottle contained holy water.
Steam rose from your skin where water vaporized upon contact and he scoffed at the pained hiss you let out.
“It’s fun, is it?” Each pause punctuated with another assault of the liquid. “That’s the only reason you came to the church? To antagonize its good clergymen?”
His eyes narrowed at the jaunty swish of your tail, betraying a devious response before you even spoke : “Not the good ones; just you.”
Nodding, he moved to pour the remaining holy water onto you before catching the shiver wracking your body beneath your wide-eyed gaze. Whether in fear or expectancy, he wasn’t sure but the masochistic implications made him laugh enough to set the half-empty bottle onto the desk behind him.
Once his maniacal fit of laughter died down, he slowly regained his composure. You took the opportunity to poke once more.
“Since you’re having so much fun up there, could you at least spare me a rug? I fear my knees are beginning to bruise..” you drawled, saccharine pout barely suppressing the smirk threatening to curl your full lips.
He was smiling now; a kind of sadistic expression that gently tugged at his face, as if he were gleefully planning how best to dispatch his newly-caught prey; in a way, you supposed he was.
His large hand made its way behind your head, intertwining itself in thick locs before YANKing, snapping your vision to the ceiling.
You opened your mouth to protest, pretty face contorted into a wince before unzipping pants cut through your thoughts.
“Silence.” Without warning, he shoved his cock in your mouth, using the rough grip on your hair as leverage. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat and he groaned, pushing you onto him even further.
He pushed and pulled your head up and down at a brutal pace, fucking your mouth without sympathy.
“Is this- haa… what it takes to finally- shut you up?” He huffed. All you could do was squirm and claw as you took it, throat bulging with each shove of his hand.
Looking up through teary eyes, you saw his head align with the window like something of a callous halo; how fitting, you thought, to be undone beneath such a seraphic sight.
The grip on your hair grew tighter as his thrusts faltered and stuttered. You could tell he was close and, perhaps in spite of your position, you didn’t intend on letting him off easy.
In the haze of your hot mouth, he felt a long, serpentine tongue wrap around his dick; pumping and swirling to match his pace. A string of curses unbefitting a saint flew past his lips and your nose smushed against his pelvis with one final push.
Hot, creamy cum gushed down your throat and you swallowed it all dutifully, not letting a single drop go to waste. Since stepping foot in the village, you hadn’t had a proper ‘meal’ in what felt like ages; to say you were starved was a gross understatement.
You coughed and gasped a bit when he tugged you off his cock, “Fuck, who knew a priest would taste so-”
“Stand up.” Without giving you time to comprehend, you were pulled to your feet by a firm grip on your rosary. He had the courtesy to untie you, but he did so wordlessly with a stare that made even your brattiest parts quiet.
Little did you know that under his stoic glare held a silent adoration of your body. You hadn’t worn shirt when you entered his office, but he’d ignored you in the hopes of getting work done. Right in front of him, however, now sat the perfect opportunity to ogle.
Your shoulders flexed effortlessly as he released your wrists, each movement catching his ‘passing’ glance. You looked ethereal from where he stood; dark skin practically glowing under the moonlight.
A long, jagged scar stretched down your breastbone and split under your pecs, forming a large upside-down cross across your chiseled torso; you were nothing if not a comedian, he supposed.
Discreet knuckles dragged over impossibly soft skin, nearly betraying his motive. The final chain hit the ground with a resounding clank and you sighed, finally free.
“If I didn’t know any better, Davis, I’d think you rather enjoyed handling me so.” He looked you in the eye again, annoyance back full force; you bit back a snicker.
“So it has eyes,” with your chaplet necklace firm in his hand, he pulled you towards him, “then you should find no surprise in what happens next.”
You fumbled with your buckle as he walked backwards, tugging you along till his back met the desk.
You were planning on making a show of yourself, but he was having none of it; ripping both your pants and undergarments down in one go - until he paused.
In front of him was neither phallus nor yoni, but a completely blank surface of smooth skin. Watching the gears turn in his pretty little head was adorable, but you decided to be kind for once; leaning closer into him.
“What exactly were you hoping to see, Father?” Whispered so close he felt your breath on his ear. Hungry lips found his as you caged him between the desk.
Taking advantage of his shock, you led the kiss; swaying back and forth. No sooner could he catch his breath than you were cupping his face and curling a long tongue around his; groping and prodding his body as you kissed him senseless. He was a sighing mess by the time you pulled away, and he looked down to see he was sporting another hard on; only this time, you had one too.
You pushed a clawed finger to his lips before he could question, already explaining. “It would be bothersome to assign different summoning seals to incubi, succubi, and other imps based on human preference; so, we adapt,” you shot him a glance, “which I could’ve done sooner, had you not been so impatient as to skip the foreplay..”
Despite being flushed red, he rolled his eyes; looking done on you with every word. “Well, you’ve done it now, so what are you waiting for - or must I show you how to use it, too?”
Grinning, you hoisted him atop the table. You gave your dick a few lazy strokes to spread the precum dripping down your shaft.
“Sigh, so demanding~” He almost screamed as you spread his ass and bottomed out with little warning; a perk of self-lubricating genitals.
One leg sat bent on the desk, the other draped around your waist as you fucked into him. Slow at first, nearly pulling all the way out before being sucked back in by his greedy hole; setting an agonizing pace.
He yanked your necklace once more, as if pulling a leash, a silent command to go faster; a thinly veiled grasp for control. When you didn’t comply, he moved to speak, being cut off by another heated kiss.
You took his bottom lip with you a bit longer when pulling away, blood welling under sharp canines. All he could do was pant breathless against your mouth as you licked the bite.
With the contact, you saw even his deepest desires: kinks, preferences, how he likes having his cock toyed with. You slithered a hand down in favor of touching him; alternating from teasing your hand around his tip and palming his dick entirely.
Between your quickening hips and soft hands pumping him with matching speed, he was seeing stars.
Just as he was about to let go, however, a jarringly harsh grip at the base of his shaft ripped him away from the edge.
“You’re cumming already? Isn’t that a bit whorish, priest?” You clicked your tongue at him, tightening your grip even more.
After a few beats, your hand loosened and you began thrusting again; a sigh of relief catching in his throat… until he realized your plan.
The closer he got, the faster you went before inevitably denying him; trapping him in a vicious cycle of give and take, pain and pleasure, sin and restraint.
Both men of pride and uncouth stubbornness, this went on much longer than either of you expected , until he, watery eyed and shaking, finally broke.
“Whatever- mmh-! game you’re playing, devil…” he choked out, sharp gasps cutting through every word, “End it. You’ve made your point.”
“Oh? Is that how we ask for things, Father?” You were hardly in better condition, but being cheeky was second nature; even if your incessant whining made him strain to understand you.
You half expected him to glare daggers through your skull or pull your chaplet once more; though the necklace had long since left his trembling hands. What you weren’t expecting was the small, utterly helpless ‘please—’ breathed through swollen lips.
And who were you to deny such a lachrymose plea, even if surprising?
Rather than resuming a jackhammering pace, you opted for something slower, deeper. Instead of bullying your cock inside, it kissed the deepest parts of him; lingering a bit before slowly dragging out, forcing him to feel every single vein angrily bulging out.
You released your grip on his dick, now focusing on twirling a hand around his tip while the other reached down to massage his balls, gently rolling them in your palm.
Between the deliberate grinding against his prostate, your hands, and the absolutely abhorrent sounds of skin hitting skin; he was a goner.
Orgasm took him without warning as he came hard and fast, letting out a groan that bordered on screaming. White, hot electricity shot through him in devastating waves; rushing, and dulling, and sparking until all he could make out was blinding pleasure and his own pulse thrumming rapid in his ears.
He sat stiff for a while as the aftershocks played out before slumping backwards on his hands.
Upon regaining his sense, two that stood out were 1.) a tail curled lazily around his ankle and 2.) your wet tongue trailing his body. You were on your knees before him once again, this time busying yourself with leisurely licking up the mess he’d made across his stomach and torso.
Despite overstimulation creeping up, he let you continue; tangling his hand in your locs in a way both warning and…affectionate?
You settled your arms around his waist when you finished, head in his lap. The silence held something between oddity and calm as you both sat with each other, basking in the afterglow before inevitably having to walk back to your rooms.
Though, you never could stay quiet for long.
“Y’know, I thought this was supposed to be a punishm- OW!”
The next morning, Sister Jolene commented on his wobbly legs, fearing sickness. “Father Davis, are you quite alright? Your stride seems unsteady.”
“Ah- she’s right, Father! Perhaps I should see you to your quarters?” Concern etched across your face as you made your way over to him, making a show of supporting his weight.
He pushed you off the second the sister left the room, wanting nothing more than to smack your toothy smirk away.
“Do not test me, imp.” You chose not to acknowledge the blush dusting his cheeks and ears.
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