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the-black-manor · 2 months

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Within Temptation

Author: The-Black-Manor

Demon x Trans Male Priest (Pre-transition)

Warnings: Rape, unprotected sex, stolen virginity

Kinks: Demon, priest, corruption, blasphemy, oral, excessive cum, oversized cock, monster cock, bondage, belly bulge, rough sex, age difference, size difference

Terms used: Cunt, cock, balls, cervix, chest, nipples, binder, cockhead, crotch, walls, entrance

Words: 4,002

Note: If you find any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them.

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The young priest didn’t arrive at the old stone church until well after dark. He was exhausted from his long journey, but there was nowhere nearby to rest, and he certainly wasn’t going to rest in the church until he was certain there were no malevolent entities present. He stepped out of the cab and stretched before grabbing his luggage and kit and making his way through the crumbling, overgrown courtyard. The front door was unlocked, and he was silently grateful to the family that lived here that they’d remembered to keep it open for him before they fled.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The foyer was dark and foreboding. Previous owners had begun renovating the church into a home years ago, but progress had been halted when strange activity began after unsealing a walled-off room in the cellar. Scaffolding, canvas, tarp, rope, and all sorts of construction equipment had been left behind when the family and crew abandoned the location. There was a large industrial light nearby, and the priest switched it on. The room was no less unsettling bathed in white light.

As he moved through the home in search of the dining room, dust that had since settled was kicked up once more and made the air hazy. The dining room would work well enough as a sort of “home base” while he investigated the claims of demonic activity. He was no exorcist, just a young priest sent to validate the claims. If he found evidence of activity, he would send for an exorcist. For now, though, all he had was himself, his bible, his crucifix, and his faith.

After he got himself settled, he descended to the cellar, to the newly-excavated room the family claims is a “door to hell”. He scoffed and shook his head. Not likely. A gas leak, perhaps, which is why he had a mask and detector with him. But the detector stayed silent, and when he felt comfortable enough to take his mask off, the air was clean, if a bit stale. He worked his way through the house slowly, paying great attention to each room, making mental notes if anything seemed “off”.

The only thing he found unusual was that nothing seemed unusual. He shook his head. This was a waste of time. Still, he had a job to do, and he was going to see it through to the end. He kept going. The church was huge, more a castle than anything, and he eventually found his way upstairs to the bedrooms. The doors were all closed, except for one at the very end of the hall.

If there was ever a place to start up here, he supposed that was it. The dusty old runner beneath his feet muffled his footsteps, and he peered into the room as he approached. It was dark inside, but he could make out the silhouette of a bed with a canopy. He hesitated for only the briefest moment before stepping over the threshold and into the master bedroom. The windows either side of the bed were open just a crack, letting in a crisp, fresh night breeze that sent the linen curtains fluttering and rays of silver moonlight that provided just enough light to see by.

This room was different from the rest. There was no dust on the plush red duvet, no cracks in the stone walls or gunk on the windows. No tattered rugs or moth-eaten curtains. Whereas the rest of the church was obviously abandoned, this room looked well cared for. Lived in.

The door closed behind him and the lock fastened with a “click”. He whirled around, and his blood ran cold as his tired gaze met the glowing purple eyes of an undulating shadow. He took a step back. At points, the figure looked almost human, and then its silhouette dissolved and melded with the shadows around it, moving like ink in water. It was both tangible and intangible, solid and smoke, man and monster.

Its eyes flickered like flame, and it glared at him, and then he thought he saw, for only the briefest moment, the hint of a sharp-toothed smile.

“Hello, priest,” the entity greeted him.

Its voice was deep and seemed to burrow into his chest and reverberate around in his rib cage. The priest gripped the crucifix around his neck and lifted it, wielding it like a shield against the darkness. The entity laughed, low and menacing. And then it was gone. Or so the priest thought. He gasped and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt arms snake around him from behind. The demon pulled him close, pressing its chest against his back, and ran its shadowy clawed hands all over the priest’s chest and stomach.

“Release me!” the priest insisted, writhing in its vice-like grip.

“Cute,” it cooed, its breath hot on the shell of his ear. “You think you have authority here…”

“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to- mmph!”

The demon forced two thick fingers into his mouth, silencing him.

“Hush now,” it breathed as its free hand slid down his stomach to his crotch.

It grabbed him hard and pulled him back into its bulge. He could feel it hardening against his ass.

It let out a sound then that was somewhere between a purr and a growl. “What’s this?” it asked as it felt between his legs. “No cock? Does the church know about this?” it chuckled. “No, I think not. They wouldn’t let you be a priest if they did.”

He held his crucifix so tight that the edges of the cross dug into the soft flesh of his palm. He repeated all the prayers he knew in his head, over and over. He wasn’t afraid, but he couldn’t speak with the fiend’s fingers pressing down on his tongue, so he couldn’t fend it off. All he could do was pray. Its claws dug into the flesh of his inner thigh, and then he was in the air. He landed hard on the bed, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. He propped himself up on his elbows, ready to run, and saw the demon approaching slowly, a predator stalking its prey. This was the most tangible it had been. It looked like a man, around six feet tall, with a slim body and long hair that flowed like smoke. He could make out no facial features except for those gleaming eyes, eyes that burned into his very soul and held him in place, like a deer in the headlights.

The demon leaned forward to match his level, its face only millimeters from his. It breathed in deep, taking in his scent, and then a long, pointed tongue snaked out from behind sharp, wet teeth to lick a line up his cheek.

“Delicious,” it purred.

It rested its hand on his chest, over his racing heart, and shoved him onto his back. Claws dug into his flesh as it tore at his vestments and binder and peeled them away. He snapped out of his fear-frozen state, and brought a leg up to try and kick the monster away. Something wrapped around his ankle, then his thigh, then his other leg, his wrists, his biceps. Inky tentacles held him down and spread him open, leaving him bare before the evil he faced.

“What do you want with me?” he growled, though he was sure he already knew the answer.

“I want your body,” it responded simply, then ran its tongue over its lips. “And it is a beautiful body… Seems a shame to have such stunning assets and not put them to any use.”

He had to get out of here.. He sneered at the demon and began a prayer, voice rising in an attempt to drown out its booming laugh. It didn’t care for his prayers, his faith, his god. It crawled on top of him, and he expected its body to be as hot as the fiery pits that spat it out, but it was icy cold and sent a chill down his spine. His prayer was cut short as the creature forced that long tongue into his mouth and entangled it with his own. He writhed beneath it, trying to free himself from the tentacles’ grasp and the slimy intrusion. One of its teeth nicked his lip, and he tasted blood. The demon must have tasted it too, because another purr-growl rumbled through its chest.

It pulled its tongue from his mouth and licked up the side of his neck while the priest spat, trying to rid himself of its taste. And then its lips replaced its tongue, peppering kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. Its hands touched and grabbed and massaged every inch of him that it could reach, paying special attention to his chest, where it groped the soft mounds and pinched his nipples, rolling them between clawed fingers. Despite his best efforts, the demon’s ministrations were affecting him, and he keened, back arching, when the demon replaced its fingers with soft lips and sucked a sensitive bud into its mouth.

He choked back a moan as fire ignited in his belly. He could feel some sort of wetness leaking from his cunt and pooling on the bed beneath him, but he couldn’t close his legs or reach down to feel. Just then, he felt something hard knock against his cock, and he cried out as electricity shot up his spine. He thought it must have been the demon’s knee, but when he managed to lift his head to look down, the demon was straddling him, its knees on either side of his hips.

“No…” he whimpered, and his head fell back against the mattress.

When it said it wanted his body, he assumed it meant possession, not…

“Get off of me!” he shouted, struggling with renewed vigor.

The demon didn’t reply, but it released his nipple with a “pop”, and traveled down his belly, kissing and licking every inch of the soft flesh there and on his hips as he made his way lower. The priest squirmed, trying to kick away the tentacles so that he could close his legs, but they only pulled them wider apart. Finally, the demon buried its face in his cunt and inhaled deeply. It flicked his cock with its wicked tongue, and then pressed the strong muscle flat against it. It massaged him expertly, and as his back arched and his hips bucked involuntarily, another tentacle wrapped itself around his midsection to hold him down.

“S-stop…” he panted.

“Keep praying to your absent father,” the demon mocked. “I’m sure he’ll come to your rescue.”

His cock throbbed, his cunt clenched, his body ached for more.

“Don’t… ahh-”

The tip of its tongue prodded at his entrance, gauging resistance.

“A virgin?” it purred. “I couldn’t have asked for the church to send me a better gift.”

Fighting back was useless, so the priest closed his eyes tight and started up another prayer.

“That’s it,” the demon cooed. “What a good boy. So obedient.”

He cursed the creature silently and continued his prayer while it pushed the tip of its tongue just past his entrance. He groaned and balled his hands into fists. Its tongue was far bigger than a human’s, and he’d never had anything inside of him before. The stretch burned, but there was pleasure there as well, and he hated his body for reacting the way it was.

It thrust its tongue in and out, in and out, and then buried it deeper. He cried out at the sharp pain, and then stumbled over his prayer as it hit something inside of him - a sensitive spot that sent pleasure shooting up his spine. Its tongue delved deeper, opening his cunt, curling and uncurling, thrusting, massaging, and pressing again and again and again against that spot.

“Sto-op…” he tried to beg, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Its tongue suddenly retreated until only the tip was inside, and it used the meatiest part to press hard against his cock.

“Ah!” he cried out in surprise as another shock of pleasure flooded his senses.

The demon chuckled low, pleased with the reactions it was pulling out of this man of god. Its hands traveled up his sides and it took a breast in each one, kneading them in its large palms and rolling his nipples between its fingers.

“Fuck-” he swore.

Its tongue plunged deep inside of him once more, all the way, until he could feel its lips and nose against his crotch.

“Such a dirty mouth for someone so pure,” it mocked. “And you pray to your god with that tongue?”

“Shut up,” he tried to command, but it only laughed again.

“Have you given up on your prayers, little priest? I quite liked hearing them.”

Mocking. Always mocking. It should hate his prayers, not like them. It was only driving home the fact that the priest had no power over it, no weapon against it.

“Sing for me, priest.”

He clenched his jaw.

“I said, sing.”

It dug its claws into the sensitive flesh of his breasts, and he hissed in pain. He could feel warm blood pooling beneath its talons and running in rivulets down his sides.

“Our f-father, who… who art i-in…”

“Good boy,” it praised him, purring happily.

It ran its cold hands up and down his sides, and then traced soft spirals into his hips before it removed its tongue entirely. The priest was given only a moment to breathe before it was climbing over him once more. It pressed its lips to his neck, peppering him in soft kisses while one of its hands gave his cock the same treatment it had given his nipples. His body jerked, and a moan escaped his lips. The demon nipped at his collarbone, then soothed the bite with licks. It dipped a finger inside of his cunt just as it latched onto his neck, sucking a deep bruise into his pale flesh. A second finger joined the first, and then a third, stretching him wider than its tongue had.

It’s preparing me, he thought. It’s stretching me open so it can fuck me.

And so it was. It added a final finger, opening and closing them with a scissor-like motion inside of him. And then it curled them harshly upward, pressing hard against that sensitive spot. He felt a spurt of something wet gush from his cunt around the demon’s fingers, earning a pleased rumble from its chest. It curled them again, and again, faster, harder, and the priest’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with pleasure.

There was a tightening in his lower belly, and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking, his walls from clenching, his back from arching. The coil tightened quickly, and he shook his head, trying to rid himself of these sensations, to no avail.

“No, please… Don’t!” he begged. “I can’t!”

He was right on the very edge. One more second, and he’d-

The demon stopped all at once, removing its fingers and its lips, and pushed away from him to stand at the foot of the bed. The priest lay there, quivering and clenching around nothing, his cunt leaking and his chest heaving.

“Silly boy,” the demon chuckled. “You think I’ll let you cum around anything other than my cock?”

It slapped his cunt hard, and the priest cried out in pain. It grabbed his hips and pulled them off the edge of the bed, then settled itself between his legs. He finally got a good look at what he was dealing with. Its cock was as black as the shadows that made up its body, massive - at least the size of his forearm, with a tapered, pointed head and thick, ridged shaft, pronounced veins, and precum leaking from the tip like a faucet. Below them swung enormous balls, bigger than any he’d seen even on the horses in the stable or the bulls in the pasture.

“Please…” he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

“Please?” the demon asked. “Please what?”

It lined up and began to prod at his entrance.

“Please don’t do this…”

It smiled that sharp-toothed smile.

“Ah, and here I thought you were begging me to fuck you.”

He forced the head in all at once, and the priest cried out in pain.

“It won’t fit!” he screamed, but the demon only laughed wickedly.

“I’ll make it fit,” it promised, and forced another inch inside.

The pain was blinding, and he fisted handfuls of the bedding either side of him to ground himself against it.

“You’re so wet, I can slide right inside,” it teased.

Another inch, a wider stretch. The priest saw stars every time he opened his eyes.

“Your body wants me,” it told him. “Otherwise your pelvis wouldn’t be opening so readily my cock.”

He shook his head feverishly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Yes,” it chuckled. “Your pelvis is opening up to allow me easier access, and your wet cunt slicked itself up to make pushing in easier. You want this. You want me.”

It snapped its hips forward, burying itself to the hilt in one swift motion. The priest screamed as it slammed against his cervix, but his voice seemed so far away, muffled by the ringing in his ears. It rutted into him, making itself comfortable inside of his body, the pointed tip of its cockhead nestling itself in the little dimple at the opening of his cervix. The tendril around one of his wrist loosened, and then slipped away, but before he could even think to try and throw a punch, the demon had his wrist in its hand. He was silently grateful for the relief on his shoulder as it guided his hand down, where it pressed his palm against his lower abdomen. There was a bulge there, and it moved beneath his hand as the demon rut into him.

His cock… it’s so big it’s making my stomach bulge…

He clenched involuntarily at the thought.

“You like that?” it purred. “I thought you might.”

It rested its hand over his, preventing him from pulling away.

“Why are you doing this?” the priest asked quietly.

“Why does anyone do anything?” the demon asked in reply. “Because I want to. Hush now,” it growled. “Enjoy it.”

But how could he enjoy anything when he was being violated so thoroughly? His body would never be the same after this. He would never be the same.

It gripped his hips tightly, but the priest didn’t move his hand from the bulge. Instead, he pressed down on it, though he wasn’t sure why. The demon hissed and its hips bucked forward harshly, pushing the priest upward on the bed. It pulled him back down and dug its claws into his thighs.

“If you make yourself tighter, you’re only going to make me want to fuck you harder. Unless that’s what you want?” it smirked.

“No!”

He didn’t know why he pressed down. He didn’t mean to, his hand did it on its own… The demon slid almost all the way out of him, and then pushed back in smoothly. The priest let out a long, low moan. The burning stretch had since given way to a pleasant feeling of fullness, and feeling that bulge in his stomach each time the creature bottomed out was doing something to him, making him feel things he wished he wasn’t feeling.

It pulled out again, then slid in, then out, then in, setting a slow, steady pace, fucking him with its entire length.

“Sto-o-op,” he moaned, the word broken each time its cockhead hit his cervix.

“I don’t think you really want me to,” it chuckled. “I think you want me to make you cum.”

“No…” he whined, even as embers ignited in his belly. “Please, don’t…”

It laughed, low and menacing as it picked up the pace, fucking him harder, faster. It pulled him back against it with each thrust, burying itself as deep as possible, bruising his virgin cervix. Wet squelching and skin slapping against skin filled the air like a song, and the priest’s little whines and moans harmonized beautifully. The embers quickly ignited into a blaze, and the spring began to tighten once more. The demon’s hands slid from his hips. One slipped between his legs to pinch and massage his hot, hard cock, while the other rested once more over the priest’s own.

He didn’t see the demon’s wicked smile, so tightly his eyes were closed, but he felt its thrusts become harsher, faster, until it was fucking him like an animal, growling and panting, warm drool dripping off of its lolling tongue and onto his belly. It pressed down hard on the bulge. The priest released a high-pitched whine at the added pressure, and the demon growled low.

“So fucking tight…” it breathed. “There’s nothing better than an innocent little virgin stretched around my fat cock.”

“Huh- uh….”

He couldn’t seem to form words anymore. His senses had narrowed until all his world consisted of was the monster violating his body and the pleasure radiating from his core.

“S..st-o-o-”

“Hmm? What’s that?” the demon purred. “Use your words.”

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.” His voice broke with each thrust.

“No, I didn’t think so,” it grinned and slammed into him like a jackhammer.

The priest tried to arch his back, but the demon’s hand held him down, and that somehow only made the pleasure more intense.

“No… no, no, no,” he cried with each thrust as he rocketed toward the edge. “No, please!”

He came hard. His entire body tensed and curled in on itself, his cunt clenched and unclenched around the demon’s member, and he threw his head back and cried out. His eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out, and his breath caught in his chest. The demon plowed deep, pushed itself in as far as possible, and then stilled as a feral growl rumbled in its throat. He could feel its cock throbbing, feel its heavy balls clenching against his ass as it released inside of him. Its seed was hot, and it flooded his cunt like a waterfall. It painted his walls white and leaked out past the demon’s ridged length to run in rivulets down his ass and pool beneath him, mixing with the slick that had gushed out of him earlier.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and grief, and it was all he could do to choke back his sobs in between gasping for air. He came down from his high much sooner than the demon did. It seemed like an eternity before the flood of cum finally stopped. It rubbed his belly softly over his uterus, thrust gently another couple of times, and then was gone.

The tendrils unwound themselves from around his body, the shadows retreated back into the far corners of the room, and the priest was left alone, a trembling, cum-soaked mess. His joints were sore from the unpleasant position he’d been trapped in for… how long had it been? He pushed himself off of the bed and unsteadily to his feet. It was only as a sliver of sunlight through the curtains lit upon his pale face that he realized it was dawn.

Hours. That creature had violated him for hours. He wiped his tears and used the tattered remains of his vestments to clean himself up before descending the stairs back to the dining room. He got dressed and threw his things together as quickly as he could, then all but sprinted for the door. It slammed behind him of its own accord, but he didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

All he could do was run and hope that whatever dark entity lived within that old stone church decided not to follow him home.

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candynyams · 22 days

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demon who seduces a priest and makes them start to question their faith, because while they've had such unwavering faith and devotion to their god, their god rarely if ever seems to respond to their prayers. but the demon... the demon is Here, touching them and answering their every guilty plea for more, asking the priest "does your god love you like this?"

#service dom demon. is this anything #demon x human #demon x priest #religion kink #demon kink #priest kink #demon fucker #corruption kink #t4t nsft #mlm nsft #nblm nsft #nblnb nsft #nblw nsft #nyamaha #nyamathoughts

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void-r23 · 3 months

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Why you like tarao so much?

👒 "He can get unexpectedly tender and caring, it taste so sweet"

#monkey d luffy #luffy #straw hat luffy #lawlu #lulaw #law x luffy #luffy d monkey #luffy x law #trafalgar law #demon x priest

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hauntedkissez · 2 years

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Jesus is my virtue

And Judas Tweek is the demon I cling to

#digital drawing #fanart #south park #south park fanart #sp tweek #tweek tweak #sp craig #craig tucker #sp creek #creek fanart #imp tweek #demon x priest

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dmsr-art · 1 year

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demon x priest griddlehark 😈🙏💦

(cropped to make tumblr happy, the full is on my twitter 🤧)

#griddlehark #demon x priest #tlt au #the locked tomb #the locked tomb fanart #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #i think harrow needs to say 7 hails marys after this #my art

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s1mpss · 2 years

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Sub!Hisoka x Dom!reader

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Status: requested

Reader: Seme/Dominant

Hisoka: Uke/Submissive

M/N: Male name (you.)

N/N: nickname

Genre: Smut

Warnings: ⚠️Marking,sub-top reader(ish), nipple play, degrading, stomach bulge, slight power bottom character⚠️

Summary:

In this oneshot you accidentally summon a succubus named Hisoka, it seems like you're in for a 'ride'

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Your POV:

It was a pretty busy day at church this evening, we've made quite the money so far and I'm proud that business is going good while doing what I love. But I wanted to try something else, like studying another language to see if I could properly understand the demons I exorcise from those poor souls. Therefore I started to study in my office. "je t'invoque par la présente hisoka le démon de la luxure." I honestly don't think it means anything but hey, if it helps me study the language of certain demons then so be it. I got up from my office chair and started to play some relaxing music so I could study better but then I felt an unfamiliar presence behind me. "My my, some kind of boss hm?~" a strangely attractive voice said. "Who are you and why are you in my office." I said as I turned around to see a man who was wearing something rather revealing that showed off his chest and his hips. But the important thing was the fact that he had horns and a tail. He was a demon for Christ's sake. "Well you do know that I'm Hisoka, a sex demon right? You summoned me here." The demon said. He seemed confused but that didn't matter right now. I pushed him against the wall and trapped him with my body. "You don't belong here, bitch." I said, venom lacing my voice as I glared at him. "Oh~ call me that again!~" Hisoka almost moaned, my words didn't do anything to him other then turn him on more. And suddenly he pushed my onto my chair and started trying to take off my pants. If he wasn't a demon maybe I'd actually like this more then I'd like to admit.

I don't think he expected me to assist him while he takes my clothes off. But as soon as he was done with mine I ripped his off just to get a better look at his curves and features. He was gorgeous. "I didn't know you were this eager, M/N. I guess you really wanted it huh?~" he teased, it seemed to take affect on me though. I was blushing. As he walked closer to the chair I was on, he seemed to be purposefully swaying his hips as he walked. And as soon as he saw fit he sat himself down onto my lap, but avoided my hardened cock entering him. "I think I've taken a liking to you Hisoka." I said with fake confidence. With that he slowly started grinding himself down onto my cock while he moaned rather loudly even though he was just rubbing himself down onto my cock. I think he was exaggerating his moans but it was still very lewd. He kept teasing me for a bit after that, even attempting to kiss me every now and then. And while I was least expecting it he picked himself up and aligned his entrance with my cock then lowered himself down rather quickly. Making us both moan and by reaction I placed my hands on his hips and squeezed my eyes shut. "I- gh~ didn't know that a priest like you would be so lewd." He said as he looked down only for his attention to be caught on the VERY visible bulge in his stomach marking where I was inside him. "You're probably t-the biggest I've taken so far~" he said with breathy moans interrupting his sentences. "So you're a demon and a slut? Just how much worse could you get?" I managed to say without letting out any groans or stutters. "I may be a- shit~..slut but at least I'm not a priest letting a demon sit on my dick." He replied with clear saltiness in his voice. And just then I raised his hips and slammed them down onto my cock. "Fuck!~" he moaned as he started to move his hips on his own after slapping my hands off of his waist. "Y-you're such a naughty- Ah, priest you know- mmh!~" he moaned as he put his hands on the back of the chair we were on, trapping me down on it. Though it's true he's a demon, he's very erotic and there's something about him that makes him strangely attractive.

For example, his plump chest that bounces while he rides me like the fucking whore he is, they look just delectable. So I did what any normal person having this encounter would do. I tugged on them and pinched them and watched his face contort from a sadistic, seductive gaze to a lewd, almost hypnotic expression. "Ghh! You're so fucking tight..~" I moaned "how many others have used your slutty hole other than me..?" He was almost too out of it to say anything but I suppose he still had some fight in him. "N-not as much as you're- Ah!, thinking!" He moaned. "You're filthy, I can tell you've been used by many others before me. Hell, probably groups at a time with how you're taking me!" I groaned as my tip kept hitting the deepest parts of him. He only seemed to get harder with what I said AND my thrusts, I will admit after this I do hope to see him again. " F-fuck, you're so deep in me..you're gonna get me addicted!♡" fuck, that was hot..he might make me want seconds as well.. No,no. I can't think like that. But I can mark him..I thought as I began to bite his collarbones and his sensitive chest. "Sensitive there..what are you doing!!~" he moaned as I shoved two fingers inside of him whilst thrusting inside him still. "My Version Of An Exorcism~" I said in a erotic tone. "Ohh!! Harder, M/N!!♡" he exclaimed, his voice almost shaky and his breathing getting quicker by the second. "Not so cocky now, are you..?♡" I groan. Then he suddenly completely stopped my hips so he could take control himself. He was moving at an inhuman speed and I could tell he was really putting his weight into it to make his bounces go rougher into him. He then pinned my arms to my sides and started kissing me lustfully, yet I could do nothing but moan and somewhat thrust up into him. From the way he was practically screaming into my mouth I could tell that I was hitting his sweet spot rather deliciously at that. He moved one of his arms that was used to pin me down to his stomach where the bulge was, pressing down on it and pushing it back into his stomach. That's when I noticed the rather enticing womb tattoo he had. It was glowing a bright pink towards the bottom of it and it faded to black toward the top.

With the free hand I had I rubbed the tattoo and trailed my hand down to his cock that was bouncing along with his thrusts to start jerking him off.

"F-fuck!! Im close..!♡" Hisoka had screamed, still bouncing himself on my cock. "M-me too, together..on three♡" I almost gasped into his ear. He pulled his other arm away from my hand and wrapped his arms around my neck to pull me closer to him, I took my hand away from his dick and put them on his waist to slam him down harder than before. "One.two..three...!~♡" I groaned as I came deep inside of him, my tip pressing against his prostate. He shot his load on both our chests and some even got to his cheek, Might I just say I'll keep that in my head for the rest of my time. As we both came down from our highs I went to pull him off of my dick but he stopped me. "No. You're staying inside me until I say to pull out." He said, attempting to be assertive while his breaths were still raspy, his whole body was quivering and sweaty which was truly a masterpiece might I add. Therefore I obliged. I started to stand up and he was caught off yet he managed to hold onto me and keep me inside of him. I brought us to the couch in my office and lied down with him as he slowly but surely drifted off to sleep. "I should really put more effort into seeing if I could turn him human.."I said as I watched his womb tattoo slowly stop glowing.

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A/N

This took forever to make, sorry!! I still have some requests in progress but I focused on this one as of now. I hope you horny demons have a lovely night or day, and keep hydrated and well fed. Love you!!♡

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hee-blee-art · 1 year

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“pull yourself together, padre. we’ve got work to do.” / “...just one more minute.”

[image ID: a digital illustration and two detail crops featuring father eli, a young thin priest with light skin and short strawberry blonde hair, and keth, a tall lithe demon with red striated skin and patches of thick dark fur. keth is shown from behind as eli hugs him while sitting in his lap, clutching his fur and burying his face in his shoulder with his eyes gently closed. the first crop shows eli’s face, and the second shows his hands. end ID]

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incubiart · 2 years

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Sigh

#the owl house #toh #the owl house oc #toh oc #emperor belos #belos #oc x canon #philip wittebane #art #priest x demon #demon x priest #priest belos

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aquarisma · 1 year

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Demon!Kaiser x Priest!Farkas AU -

Please enjoy some sexy sexy heresy for this year's spook season art feat. my OCs!

#original character #my ocs #oc art #halloween art #demon art #demon x priest #the thief and the fool

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cyborrrg · 6 months

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"If you go back, she'll kill you..."

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the-black-manor · 3 months

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WIP Sunday because why not

Demon x Trans Male Priest

The young priest didn’t arrive to the old stone church until well after dark. He was exhausted from his long journey, but there was nowhere nearby to rest, and he certainly wasn’t going to rest in the church until he was certain there were no malevolent entities present. He stepped out of the cab and stretched before he grabbed his luggage and kit and made his way through the crumbling, overgrown courtyard. The front door was unlocked, and he was silently grateful to the family that lived here that they’d remembered to keep it open to him before they fled.

Dust was kicked up and made the air hazy as he moved through the church to find the dining room. It would work well enough as a sort of “home base” while he investigated the claims of demonic activity. He was no exorcist, just a young priest sent to validate the claims. If he found evidence of activity, he would send for an exorcist. For now, though, all he had was himself, his bible, his crucifix, and his faith.

He started in the cellar, in the newly-excavated room the family claims must be a “door to hell”. He scoffed and shook his head. Not likely. A gas leak, perhaps, which is why he had a mask and detector with him. But the detector stayed silent, and when he felt comfortable enough to take his mask off, the air was clean, if a bit stale. He worked his way through the house slowly, paying great attention to each room, making mental notes if anything seemed “off”.

The only thing he found unusual was that the crosses and crucifixes the family had put up were still in their place on the walls, unbothered. He shook his head. This was a waste of time. Still, he had a job to do, and he was going to see it through to the end. He kept going. The church was huge, more a castle than anything, and he eventually found his way upstairs into the bedrooms. The doors were all closed, except for the one at the very end of the hall.

If there was ever a place to start up here, he supposed that was it. The dusty old runner beneath his feet muffled his footsteps, and he peered into the room as he approached. It was dark inside, but he could make out the silhouette of a bed with a canopy. He hesitated for only the briefest moment before stepping over the threshold and into the master bedroom. The window beside the bed was open a crack, letting in a crisp, fresh night breeze that sent the linen curtains fluttering. This room was different from the rest.

There was no dust on the plush red duvet, no cracks in the stone walls or gunk on the windows. No tattered rugs or moth-eaten curtains. Whereas the rest of the church was obviously abandoned, this room looked well cared for. Lived in.

The door closed behind him and the lock fastened with a “click”. He whirled around, and his blood ran cold as his tired gaze met the burning red eyes of an undulating shadow figure. He took a step back. At points, the figure looked almost human, and then its silhouette dissolved and melded with the shadows around it, moving like ink in water. It was both tangible and intangible, solid and smoke, man and monster.

It glared at him with those fiery eyes, and then he thought he saw, for only the briefest moment, the hint of a sharp-toothed smile.

“Hello, priest,” it greeted him.

Its voice was deep and seemed to burrow into his chest and reverberate around in his ribcage. The priest gripped the crucifix around his neck and lifted it, wielding it like a shield against the darkness. The entity laughed, low and menacing. And then it was gone. Or so the priest thought. He gasped and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt arms snake around him from behind. The demon pulled him close, pressing its chest against his back, and ran its shadowy clawed hands all over the priest’s chest and stomach.

“Release me!” the priest insisted, writhing in its vice-like grip.

“Cute,” it cooed, its breath hot on the shell of his ear.

“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to- mmph!”

The demon forced two thick fingers into his mouth, silencing him.

“Hush now,” it breathed as its free hand slid down his stomach to his crotch.

It grabbed him hard and pulled him back into its bulge. He could feel it hardening against his ass.

“What’s this?” the demon asked as it felt between his legs. “No cock? Does the church know about this?” it chuckled. “No, I think not. They wouldn’t let you be a priest if they did.”

The priest held his crucifix so tight that the edges of the cross dug into the soft flesh of his palm. He repeated all the prayers he knew in his head, over and over. He wasn’t afraid, but he couldn’t speak with the fiend’s fingers against his tongue, so he couldn’t fend it off. All he could do was pray. Its claws dug into the flesh of his inner thigh, and then he was in the air. He landed hard on the bed, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. He propped himself up on his elbows, ready to run, and saw the demon approaching slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. This was the most tangible it had been. It looked like a man, around six feet tall, with a slim body and long hair that flowed like smoke. He could make out no facial features except for those glowing red eyes, eyes that burned into his very soul and held him in place, like a deer in the headlights.

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