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Heaven Tonight (Halloween 2023!)

Pairing: Rubber Soul (Going by non-canon 'real name' Salvatore Romano) x Courtney Love (Going by actual real name Courtney Dietrich)

Warnings: Long ass fucking story don’t know how that happened, Awful Italian and German translations most definitely, Praise, Creampie, Dirty talk/Degradation, Over-stimulation, Slight Soft Drowning, Orgasm Denial, Size Kink, Dacryphilia, Implied Aphrodisiacs, Kinda Dumbification, Monsterfucking even if He’s still in his Human Disguese, Asshole Soul corrupting local blonde again more at 7.

Word Count: 12K

It's Halloween! What better to celebrate with a Demon/Priest AU where our awful slime man is now our awful slime demon! I've had a WIP of this story for a while, but too scared to actually do anything with it. I gave myself a crunch time of just this month to finish, and, omg, the worst decision of my life. But we got a pretty nice fic out of it, so I'm thankful! Happy Halloween to everyone! Hope y'all are safe and rocking out! 💙

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The hot Italian sun felt similar to hell trying to hustle through the streets of Tuscany. Crowds of people greeted and passed by each other; civilians were used to the weather around others, much along the lines of the foreign nun catching her breath between two fish stalls. Practicing nun Courtney Dietrich needed help getting around with her limited knowledge of the region's language, occasionally finding a fellow German tourist to help. Still, it now found herself lost with just the number of churches around. No matter which one she found herself at, none had heard of her or seemed weary of her presence turning her away. All she could act upon was to grumble and groan, hating her fellow holy folk for performing so stuck up.

“Ohhh, Liebe deinen Nächsten, ehre deine Mutter… SCHEIßE(Ohh, love thy neighbor, honor thy mother… SHIT!)!” Courtney screamed out of pure frustration. Embarrassing herself as people stared at her strangely, passing her by. She tried to calm herself down, taking a more extended break than planned to find her new home. According to her mother, this trip was her last chance to ‘cure herself.’ Years and years of prayer, blessings, and even exorcisms to get this evil out, but it was never enough in her mother's eyes. Finally, this was her last straw.

All Courtney wanted to achieve was to live an everyday life away. Knowing her power around, she knew she'd rather be dead than be forced to return home. Sighing to herself, the blonde woman forces herself to get up and continue her search. She couldn't understand what was so difficult about being told the name; all her mother said was, 'You will know…' Whatever that means.

Looking around, the young nun caught the eyes of two older women who were talking to each other and staring at her. 'Oh great…' more people judging her, but to her surprise, they both approached her. Offering a bundle of grapes, noticing her lack of energy, the other a little water. Courtney was taken aback at each kind gesture, giving a soft "Grazie(Thank you)…". She wondered if the outfit was giving her a spotlight for special treatment, worried about taking advantage of the two as she struggled to formulate the sentence in Italian for them. "L-Le…chiesa… C'è una chiesa qui vicino(T-The… church… Is there a church near here)?"

The women talked to each other briefly, chuckling at their words as if Courtney wasn't there. They pointed in the direction she came from, making her shake her head.

"Sono venuto da lì. Ce n'è un altro(I came from there. Is there another one)?"

That made them look at her questionably; they glanced at each other again. The only word Courtney understood from them was 'Spiaggia'... The beach? Was there one on the beach? The confusion was right on Courtney's face as one finally spoke to her. "Lungo la riva, se attraversi la grotta troverai quello che stai cercando(Along the shore, if you go through the cave, you will find what you are looking for)…" she cautiously pointed in the opposite direction. Looking off in the direction, she sees where many fishermen are coming and leaving with a day's harvest, not understanding the two’s uneasiness. She thanked the two for all their help going on her merry way; all the while, the two women prayed for the nun.

"Da lì non viene nulla di buono... Stai attento, giovane(Nothing good comes from there... Be careful, young one)…"

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

The wind blowing around was a nice contrast from the hot sun above; however, Courtney MASSIVELY underestimated how long of a walk it took her. She was almost certain those women were just playing a trick on her and wanted to make her even more lost than she was. However, before the nun could complain, she noticed the cave they mentioned just a couple miles down. She picked up the pace, not caring for the sand in her shoes and socks or how tired her muscles were. You couldn't see the end from inside, just pitch darkness invading all her senses from the outside. She contemplated going in; nothing about her predicament seemed safe. There could be someone in there just waiting for her… Was this worth it?

Taking a deep breath, she has her 'final' cigarette and uses her lighter to see around—nothing but rock walls covered in moss in every direction, seemingly going on forever. No life even crawled around. It truly felt as if she was going into a new world. The air around her felt thick almost; it was hard to breathe, not helping with the nicotine stick between her lips. She put it out against the wall, putting it back in the box in case for later to continue. She glanced around for any direction of the way out. It seemed almost every direction was a new path. There was no way out, as turning around only revealed a wall. Now the air was sucked out of her body, panicking as she ran in any way just to get out.

'Oh no, oh no, no, no…' she raised her light, only to scare a bunch of bats rushing toward them and drop her light. Now blinded, chased after, and wholly lost, she could only run and pray. "Ohhhhh, this is how Cujo started! Come on! God, please, if I survive, I'll try at this new Church! I'll be good; I don't want to die here!"

As if hearing her after wanting to give her a hard time, a light shined as the end was near. She picked up the pace even with her legs screaming to stop. She leaps out of the cave as if to metaphorically 'step into the light,' embracing the warm sandy beach. She panted and inhaled the fresh air, looking back to see all the bats fly back into the cave depths to avoid the shining sun. Courtney laughs to herself, internally thanking God for helping her… yet groaning at the thought of keeping her end of the bargain. Lifting her head, she finally sees the church she thought she was looking for.

The sight was… breathtaking. Utterly breathtaking as the old church was facing the ocean view. Despite the overgrown bushes and vines, the building was a beautiful piece of architecture. Stain glass windows that made the sunlight shine colorfully through cracked stone walls but nothing uneasy on the eyes. Courtney had never seen a church so beautiful in all her life. However, there wasn't anything she couldn't pinpoint. As she got up to move closer, none of the exact details matched her mother's description. She remembered her saying there were pillars in the front… Yet every church she went to that had such a feature slammed the door in her face. Maybe it was just renovations; they needed to remove that awful cave. Do they want others to come for service? It seemed from the two women before that there would be nobody here.

"Perhaps it is abandoned…"

Just as she voiced her thoughts, she saw something move in the window that made her freeze. The young nun couldn't see more than a figure, but someone… or something was in there. Courtney slowly walked closer, trying to find the figure to move again. The steps raised like final judgment were just behind doors, waiting to test her. Her last chance for retribution, for a home… For her mother to finally see she wasn't a monster.

Raising her head to face her path, she made her way up the stairs. Not even halfway up, the door slams open, stopping her in place—nothing inside to signify who opened it with such force. No matter where she stared, there was no one.

"C-Ciao(H-Hello)… er… uhm I-Is anyone there?" Courtney yelled out, letting the silence ring. Repeating herself was cut short as she could hear footsteps approaching. Perhaps she was finally hallucinating under the summer heat, but she swore she could hear them coming closer. They stopped right before the person could step into the light. Their voice boomed even from so far away.

"Chi osa oltrepassare questo sacro edificio(Who dares to tresspass this sacred building)?!"

Courtney stumbled back, caught off guard. Her words slip as she tried to remember them in Italian, but the fear only makes it come out differently. "I-I-I'm Courtney Dietrich! My mother, Monika Dietrich, told me I'd be working for your church and that you could help me!"

Silence overtook them once again. She couldn't see his face, but she knew then the figure was staring her down. Not knowing where to move, she stepped up, but not for long. The shadow moved toward her, the light overtaking his now well-defined features. She could have guessed he was a man… but he… He looked almost the same age as her! He couldn't have been the Head Priest! Not to mention his appearance, his muscles almost bulging against his Priest garb, his well-sculpted face that looked down at her with one of his prominent eyebrows raised at her. He didn't speak, just studied her silently like a wounded animal.

"Help me?" he finally spoke, his thick Italian accent peeking through the cracks. "How did you get through?"

Get through? …From the cave, does he mean?

"I-I just walked through; I was told there would be a church here. Please, Father, I'm telling the truth! I've been searching for you all over Italy! If you can’t take me in, I can’t return home. I’ll soon jump into the ocean and drown!”

The statement made the raven-haired priest crack any sort of expression finally. He tried to keep himself from laughing at the ‘dramatic’ fashion but slowly but surely broke in front of her. His laugh boomed and bounced with the help of the building behind him. Oh, she knew what would come next—sharp, cold-hearted rejection. Waiting for the words ‘Leave and never come back.’, yet never came. Instead, he calmed himself down, and his golden eyes looked at her almost in a friendly manner.

“There will be no need for that; I am sorry, Sorella(Sister) Courtney. There’s been a lot of… Changes around here recently, and it slipped my mind,” He moved to the side as he reached his hand toward her, “Please do come in; you must be so tired and… so hot from your trip. I’m Salvatore Romano; I’m the new head priest.”

Courtney couldn’t believe it. Did he believe her? Slowly going up the stairs, never keeping her eyes off of the priest. She hesitated in grabbing his hand, being pulled inside. The entrance of the chapel seemed so…Dirty. Dust and cobwebs in every direction, from the walls to the pews, almost as if nobody had been around for years. Just getting from the other side made Courtney cough and hack.

“Mattience has been a little slow recently. Our old Head Priest took a leave of absence some time ago, and many others left with him. I’m the only one left to take care of this holy building,” Salvatore stops, turning toward Courtney. “Don’t see this as bad; it’s not a lot, but it’s a nice place.”

“I-I’ll have to take your word for it.”

The questions started filling in the blonde woman’s head. It did seem like no one had visited in the past 50 years, let alone someone living here now. The only room used has been the kitchen, seemingly the cleanest and most used compared to any others. She couldn’t help but pity the poor man. Maybe he needed an extra pair of hands to fix what’s around. They could start giving all the poor spiders a new home.

Reaching the second level of the church, she noticed all the extra rooms for a handful of workers were empty. They entered the second closest by the steps, inside bare bones with a tiny bed, dresser, closet, and desk. Salvatore jumps in first, dusting off the surfaces with his handkerchief. “I am sorry again for the lack of a welcome. This room is the cleanest but not clean enough for a young lady like you.”

Courtney was thankful at his attention being elsewhere, feeling her cheeks grow slightly warm at the kind treatment. “O-Oh, please… I’m only 22… But thank you truly. I apologize for being a bother to your… Busy schedule.”

“Not a bother; it’s been ages since I’ve had company. I’ll make you something to eat later, but for now, you should get some rest.” The taller priest towered over her, “You look flushed; just keep the window open, and the airflow will cool down around her.”

“Right… Thank you, Vater(Father) Salvatore.” She placed her bag of valuables onto the desk, stopping midway to shake his hand. Her polite nature made a small smile grace his handsome face.

“Of course, Sorella(Sister). I’m right in the room next to you if you need anything, and I do mean anything,” he winked at the nun, and she gave a confused look.

‘He seemed fine with the dust; did it get in his eyes?’ Courtney thought while watching him walk away; she questioned him before he could step out. “Wait, so that I know. When will our first service be together?”

Salvatore froze in the doorway. Thinking momentarily before muttering, “In due time, Cara.” He closes the door soon after, leaving her with more questions than answers.

‘He seems nice at least… Nothing like those stuck-up Schweine(Pigs) from before, but still strange. Perhaps it’s just from being here for so long…’ she wondered, falling on the bed while a flurry of dust sprinkled in the air. Coughing and shooing it away, she tries not to let it dampen her mood. She would finally get the help she needed and, better yet, maybe have a friend around her age. ‘Friends… Oh, that does sound genuinely wonderful.’ Smiling, she closed her eyes, letting tiredness overwash her at her new life while her new friend stayed close to her door.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

Golden light illuminated the room as red candles filled every corner. Courtney tossed and turned under the blanket, feeling her body heat from the flames. Tossing and turning to find a cooler side did not help, making her open her eyes sleepily. Seeing the light around made her wake up more, seeing herself surrounded by them. She tried to relax her racing mind. There was no way Father Salvatore could do this… Right? Not wanting to find out, she raced out of bed only to be pinned down. She panicked trying to get back up, yet found herself unable to and worse. She couldn’t find the person who was keeping her down.

A dark chuckle fills the room with sound, shutting the nun up as she tries to find the person to no avail. In an instant, before she could react, her eyes were covered by some sort of cloth. Tears threatened to leak from her eyes, trying to yell out for the other man in the church to come to her aid. She was silenced by the lips of her capture on her own, their fangs digging into her bottom lip and seemingly forked tongue teasing the idea of entering her mouth. They stayed in place for only a short period but felt as if they were forever. Tears soaked up the blindfold as she wished she could jump up and run out of Italy altogether! Separating from their sinful display, the creature allowed Courtney to weep pitifully to watch under them for a moment. Another kiss lands on her forehead but primarily shimmied near her ear, whispering in a language the freckled nun couldn’t understand. She tried to make out the words. The room twisted and turned before long, waking again from the morning light.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

The sun’s light trickled into the dusty room, while all Courtney could do was pant to still her heavy beating heart. Looking around, the room hadn’t changed from the day before. There were no candles and no sign of anyone.

“What…What was that?!’ She wondered as she slapped herself more awake to get rid of her weird dream from her mind. It didn’t take too long as an intense, heavenly smell filled the air around her. Father Salvatore must be in the kitchen. Courtney hoped she didn’t make him wait too long to wake up, changing into her more traditional nun garments before heading down. She held her breath, going through the sanctuary and pews as she stumbled through the kitchen. The tall priest stirred something ferociously while a single steak lay cooking on the stove; she noticed an arrangement of fruits with pastries to the side of him as if he had just gone to the market. He curses to himself in his mother tongue yet changes his tone when taking notice of the nun’s entrance.

“Ah Buongiorno, Sorella(Good morning, Sister) Courtney. I trust you slept well!” he smiles toward her while not slowing down his mixing.

“Guten Morgen, Vater(Good morning, Father) Salvatore… It smells delicious in here,” finding a chair, Courtney continued to watch him cook. This was her first Italian breakfast; she was always curious how it differed from her roots. She couldn’t see any other meats than the steaks, and the bread was nothing she was used to. She watches him fill a tray of the horned-shaped rolls with honey, a red jam, and even some coffee to bring to her.

“I have more sugar and cream if the coffee is too strong for you. I put some in, but I couldn’t guess how you liked it. You seem more of a sweet gal~” winked at the woman again, getting another confused look toward him.

“Thank you… I guess you can’t keep the dust fully out,” she awkwardly laughed at her attempt at a joke, only to cringe at the taste of her coffee. Salvatore held back a laugh, watching her dump a bunch of sugar and cream for her liking as he returned to his steak. Courtney couldn’t see what seasonings or how long he cooked on both sides, but the smell was mouthwatering! Despite her growling stomach, she waited for him to finish cooking his meal in respect. “Everything does look delicious, Vater(Father). I must say.”

He prepares his plate with a small cup of homemade sauce and joins her at the table. “Thank you, it’s called cornetto. There’s honey and some raspberry marmalade that goes just perfectly with it.” The freckled nun clasped her hands together, ready for their mealtime prayer. However, it seemed the priest dug right into his meal. Surprising her to no end, she slowly follows suit, taking a small piece from the edge of the pastry and drizzling the marmalade over it. Without realizing it, she softly moaned at the sweetness dancing on her tongue. The bread was soft with a nice crunch, and the raspberry tasted faint with a different, addicting taste. She didn’t take notice of the other watching her reaction like a hawk until she noticed his plate. Blood leaked and pooled onto the plate from the knife going through the still-raw piece of meat. It's not helping with the sauce being used as red as the inside.

“Wait, Vater(Father), I think you need to cook it more-” Before she can entirely stop him, he takes the piece into his mouth. Chewing and swallowing with no issue at all.

Salvatore placed a hand up to her, knowing she would jump up terrified. “Don’t worry, Cara(Dear). I know it looks strange; however, I’m on a strict diet. Raw meat gets my iron up. Without it, I get dizzy and lightheaded.” Courtney looked unsure of his answer, “Trust me, I’ll let you know when I get sick.”

He quickly eats another piece without issue, making Courtney sit back down without another word. She looks intently at the sauce, even more unable to tell what's inside. "The sauce… Is it some sort of bordelaise? I've never seen this shade…"

Smirking at the more petite woman, "Good eye, it's my own concoction. I'd tell you the ingredients, but it's a secret family recipe." Tearing a smaller piece off with his knife and making sure to dunk it in the sauce, he lifted the fork up to her mouth. "Try a piece. I'll show you it's nothing to worry about."

Sheepishly taking it, the color was unlike anything she used to. Not wanting to seem rude, however, the freckled nun took the piece into her mouth. The flavor she couldn't pinpoint, yet burst with an addictive flavor that made her fall in love. She covered her mouth to hide her chewing and any embarrassing sounds.

"It's… So strange, yet extremely flavourful… You have so much skill in cooking, Vater."

However, the priest couldn't muster up a response. He could only stare at his now partner, almost as if he was surprised she could have stomached the dish. The other had worry crossed over her features, thinking she offended him, yet just silently ate the rest of the meal in front of her. No one dared say a word; the uncomfortable silence you could almost cut with a knife as just the sounds of utensils scraping against the porcelain plates filled the air. Adding more so to the noticeable glances Courtney felt the priest give her. Like he wanted to say something, anything, but was unable to. Waiting until his eyes were off her, she quietly looked at him, looking for anything to take notice just to have any sort of engagement. Her eyes landed in his hands… He wore gloves like her. It was still summer, and she doubted he needed to just cook. Was he hiding something like her?

"You must be hot with your gloves on…" she murmured, but he didn't hear her. Or wanted to, as he just got up from his seat to wash his dish, still not taking off his gloves.

"We'll start working around after you finish your breakfast. Just make sure to clean up after you're done."

"R-Right…"

Cleaning up would put the awkward encounter behind them. Or else the nun thought.

'It's going to be a long day…"

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

The summer light shone throughout the Church. The colorful cathedral glass brought a glorious wall of color to the white and tan of the walls. You can also see the mountains of dust dance in the light as Courtney gently brushed off the altar beside Salvatore. Inspecting the vaulted ceiling, cobwebs littered every corner with spiders of all shapes and sizes. He frowned, seeing brown recluses hide away from the light.

"Bastardi del cazzo(Fucking bastards)…" the Italian muttered before turning to the woman behind him. "There's a ladder tall enough to get to the sides of the wall in one of the rooms around… We might be screwed right in the middle. What do you think?"

Courtney thought for a moment, seeing his reaction to the little-legged creatures. Her hope of rehoming would slowly not become a reality. "I don't mind taking care of it. How far up does it reach?"

"Almost to the top, but enough to stretch and reach. Don't worry; I'll catch you if you fall off." The statement made her raise her eyebrows, making him soften his response to her. "It's sturdy. It's just to make sure. Many spiders up there are also poisonous if that doesn't scare you away."

Shaking her head, he runs to retrieve the equipment from wherever it is hidden. By herself, the nun couldn’t help but look around at the tiny insects around. Joining her hands together, she muttered a small prayer for all of them. Just to have a safe journey outside, and that she didn’t cause harm to them until he returned.

“Praying for your safety?” he asked, setting the heavy wooden tool in place, making her retort.

“For the safety of all the spiders around, they need it more than I do.” Snickering at her, he helped her to ensure she wouldn’t fall on the way up. While rickety, the ladder did its job just fine, bringing her up to the top, making her face first of all the webs around. Taking her time finding the spider in each web, she placed them off to the side to dust away the web. Repeating this practice many times only seemed to worry the Priest below.

"Are you alright up there? We can switch if you're scared!" Salvatore yelled up.

"I'm fine!" Carefully dusting the web away after ensuring it was empty, she held on tight and showed it was time to slide over. The priest used all his upper body strength to make sure she wouldn't fall, moving to the side. Yet something still worried him with how long she took at each web.

"Are you sure? You're taking a while."

Staying silent, not wanting to be looked at as strange. Before sighing, "I'm just ensuring the spiders are safe to take outside. You just need to be polite, and they won't come back. They don't deserve to be killed for finding themselves a home."

Looking down, she saw the man roll his eyes. "Right, right. Love all god's creatures and all that merda(Shit)."

Courtney never heard the ending of his reply before defending herself. "No, not that! I mean… You could say that if you want, but I guess they remind me of myself…" She finds a brown Recluse hiding away and using it to make her point. She raised her hand to show she meant no harm and patiently waited for it to crawl into her hand. "They hide in the shadows and only attack when provoked. They're given a bad name due to evolution and their need to survive in nature…" Courtney placed the spider on her head to destroy his web; it laid in place to the amazement of the priest below.

"You seem way too confident holding onto that thing… I can see what you mean, but I find it hard to believe people think that of ya."

Courtney couldn't respond back, not wanting to bring up bad memories; all the while, she was looking for more around. Being distracted, she felt something creep up her leg. Something slimy and cold that moved slowly, but wanted her to know it was there. She tried to slap at it, yet her movements were too harsh and made her lose balance. Tipping over felt slow, as if everything was going in slow motion, and she couldn’t grab onto anything to stop her. However, Salvatore acts fast, steadying the ladder and yelling to see if she is okay. She couldn't respond, shaking in fear from the almost near-death experience. Her hand shook, trying to see if her new friend was still on her head, relief washing over her, feeling him still there. Finding grounding herself, the loud voice of the Italian rang in her ears.

“COME DOWN! SORELLA(SISTER), RIGHT NOW!” The tone of his voice terrified her, his golden eyes shining brightly from even how high she was. Every muscle in her body still moved, slowly crawling down from the ladder.

Closer to the ground, without warning, he bearhugged her down to the ground. Despite being on the floor, he still latched onto her as if she’d leave at any moment, his heart beating right into her ear at a million miles per hour. She squirmed in his arms for a moment until she felt the warmth of his body. It felt… Nice, almost relaxed until he finally separated. Looking deep into her eyes, he almost had a hypnotic feeling as if someone couldn’t look away from him, all he asked.

“Are you okay?”

Courtney gulped, her head moving faster, nodding than her mouth. “Y-Yes… I’m fine.”

His eyes glanced to the top of her head, looking disgusted at the passenger she carried down. “Just get rid of your Compagno(comrade), and we’ll return to it later. I’ll choke to death on this dust soon…”

Nodding her head following his command, she ran towards the entrance. Putting the eight-legged insect outside, it almost froze and showed its appreciation to her mercy. Spinning in a circle, it ran into the woods behind the church, and all Courtney could do was watch in jealousy at its freedom.

The rest of the cleaning was carried out without another word from both. Courtney could only be lost in thought while mindlessly sweeping the dust out the door; her savior was nearby, fixing broken footrests on the pews closest. She wondered what made her fall earlier. Her mind raced at whatever it could be, ‘A slug? Could one have just fallen from the sky? Oh! No, that wouldn’t make sense!’ All the frustration made her exhale a noticeably large sigh, catching Salvatore’s attention. Thinking of a way to subside the tension, he could only ask her one thing.

“We still don’t know each other well, so tell me. How did a young thing like you get roped into a life of holiness?”

The nun only cringed at his choice of words, “You don’t have to keep calling me that. I shouldn’t be too much younger than you…”

He chuckled, “By four years only, but I’m serious. You don’t have the heir of a holy lady.”

“Neither do you, honestly. You seem more of a model than a priest…” That seemingly stroked his ego, smirking, not realizing she was obviously stating and not flirting.

“Keh! Imagine, I’d put all others to shame!” he gloated, surprising the other as he continued, “I just grew up around here. It was quite the lively little shindig until our last head priest retired. I just wanted to give back as they did for me; I never thought I would end up by myself here, though.”

“How long has it been?”

Salvatore thought for a moment, “About two years now… cazzo(fuck)… I didn’t think it was that long…” Carrying on his tinkering, Courtney could only look at him in pity, knowing how it felt to be left behind by those around them.

“Has… Has the church really been always kind to you?” She asked, almost feeling seen by him.

“No… But isn’t it all about forgiving sins and all that shit?” Crass, but he has a point. She sighed as she finished sweeping the last bit of dust from the front, taking a break to watch the waves below the setting sun before her. Finishing his project, he stood to see her position in the doorway. “Something tells me that you can’t…”

“Maybe one day… When I’m old and already wasted my life to the lord to know any better,” she continued, leaning her head on the wooden frame. “My mother thinks I’ve been possessed, and maybe I am! …But… No one ever could help me. I’ve been to every priest, clergy, and holy man in Germany, and they could never find anything wrong with me. ‘Exorcisms’ haven’t done anything to help whatsoever ever…”

The Priest could only look on in confusion at her statement, “Exorcisms… Some people still do them? Besides, I doubt they’ll look at you and think that.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised… They’re all con artists; everything would be the same. My mother never caught on, but she knows something is in me…” the nun trails off, her mind screaming at her from the lack of nicotine in her system, but she powers through, not wanting to have her emotions fly out on such a topic. To continue on, she pulled her gloves off, giving a moment to calm herself down before turning towards him. Her hands trembled, feeling his eyes on her from her sudden movement; she quickly revealed her hands to him. His gasp rang out, seeing the dark markings. A long black strip went up her palm around her ring and pointer finger, while a ring around her wrist was ever so slightly hidden. He looked at her as if permission to touch her delicate skin was granted as his fingers grazed her. The skin felt slick and smooth compared to the rest. “I was born with them… Nobody could ever tell me why I was born with them. I have a twin sister she’s the same affliction, yet came later in life… I promised I’d go through whatever so she didn’t have to…”

“And that’s how you ended here? Very noble of you…” Courtney noticed his gaze was on her hands and her body, too. Like he knew the markings traveled across her body, he couldn’t help but look. It made her face heat up, pulling her arms closer as if to cover just a bit of her form. Noticing her discomfort, he shakes himself back to reality. “Sorry, I just… It’s hard not to take an interest. I’ve only encountered this really once before.”

Wait… What?!

Courtney’s eyes widened at his statement, wanting to ramble his ear off at every question she could form, yet she calmed herself down. “Y-You have!”

“Before you get excited, it was in passing.” Oh… Courtney calmed down a bit for him to explain himself, “Rumors were going around demonic entities and their connections to humans like us, but I’ve never seen it myself.” The woman’s heart sank hearing his lack of knowledge. She couldn’t believe her travels were all for nothing.

He continues, “Don’t worry, your little head, I’ve heard there was a cure… Not an easy one… I’ll do what it takes to help you. Even if we can’t, you can always stay here with me so you’re crazy mama doesn’t bother us.”

Her head lifted, almost as if she didn’t believe his words. She whispers, “Let’s wait for that…But thank you… Genuinely…” Giving a sincere smile back at her, he ruffled her hair.

“Let’s finish up for today. I believe it should be time to eat now…”

Her face flushed, and she moved her head away as she had already begun her pace for the kitchen, “R-Right, let us…”

The nun couldn’t see the smirk he gave while watching her walk away.

The savory smell of the steak on the stove and the grilled bottarga filled Courtney’s senses, watching the priest cook. She had offered her services, only to be turned down in favor of slicing smaller items for when he needed them. She couldn’t understand why he was making the same meal as before. Watching him insert the ingredients for his sauce, she noticed he hid everything away from her. Possibly to keep his ‘family secret recipe.’

“You’re making your steak again?” the nun questioned while watching him start to whisk away.

Focusing primarily on the bowl, he tries to answer quickly. “It’s the only thing I can stomach anymore. No matter the food I make, I just hurl it back up,” Salvatore dipped his finger to taste. “Merda(Shit)! The hell am I missing?!”

She sneaks behind him, tasting also before he can stop her. It was a strange flavor without this mystery ingredient. Looking around his collection, she felt a solid connection to the bottle of something red in front of them. Carefully grabbing it, she handed it to the man before her.

“Is it this?”

The Priest froze in place seeing what was in her hand. He muttered a thank you while eyeballing how much he needed. Noticing the steak was getting darker on one side, she flipped it for him as he shook the pasta pan. Watching the steak, her stomach started to growl embarrassingly loud. The smell was so close to her that she could feel her mouth water. ‘Oh, verdammt(damn)! How does he prepare these? They’re almost addictive!’

“You don’t have to go through so much trouble making a separate meal for me…”

Setting the sauce off the side, he focuses purely on her pasta to not ruin it. “It’s none at all. It’s been a while since I could make anything besides my steaks. It feels very freeing in a way.”

“Still… I don’t wish to not pull my weight… Yet, only if it’s permitted. Would you perhaps be able to make me one of your steaks the same as you do?” She shyly asked.

The room became deathly silent. Seeing the gears turn in the Italian’s head, she tried to retract her statement if it made him uncomfortable. Nothing could have expected the answer.

“Maybe one day, you need a tolerance with it being so raw… I’ll give you an extra piece if you want tonight.”

Her eyes lit up in glee as she frantically nodded her head. “O-Okay! That’s fine with me!”

His hand came up to pet her head again, pulling away quickly to finish plating their meals. Tilted his head to non-verbally say it was time to eat, making her follow him to the table. The nun watched the other forget to start the mealtime prayer again, thinking how strange it was that he chose not to do it. Taking a bite of her pasta, the bottarga being so perfectly cooked with the spaghettoni, she couldn’t help but shovel it down quickly. Salvatore chuckled at her reaction, enjoying watching her savor every bite.

“I take it to your liking?” She couldn’t talk with her mouth so full, nodding her head happily as she almost choked on her food. He patted her back to help her cough. “Woah, woah, easy now. Don’t get too excited now. There’s more to come.”

Tearing off two pieces of steak with his gloved hands, he drenched the pieces in the deep red sauce and brought the pieces up to her mouth. The woman looked at him strangely but took them without question. Before she could bite the edge, he pushed the meat into her mouth. She made a noise of surprise when his fingers accidentally reached inside. Tasting the sauce on her gloves, she couldn’t stop herself sucking the tangy liquid off. He exhales harshly from her impulsive actions, staring her down with an expression she couldn’t pinpoint. Biting his bottom lip, he pulls himself away as if he had broken out of a stupor.

The ravenette returned back to his food. Devouring it with such gusto and speed, she almost expected him to choke like herself. In 5 seconds, his plate was cleared and put away. In another, he was gone from the kitchen with only the soft “Good night” to say when parting ways. Silence rang out around her, not expecting his sudden departure but feeling guilty for making him uncomfortable. She picked and prodded at her dinner before finishing the rest. Muttering to herself a short and straightforward.

“Gute Nacht(Good night)…”

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Nothing but the sounds of nearby crickets rang their song from the trees nearby as Courtney lay in her room. The light breeze blew through her open window as she stared into the night sky. She tried to fall asleep yet found herself unable to stop thinking. Thinking of the Italian man in the room next to hers.

He was such a strange person, let alone a priest. It could have been up to his age and lack of company over the years, but… She couldn’t help but think something was off. He had an ego, from what she heard, and was indefinitely crass. His appearance was the same, standing by the fact he should have been a model or actor. He certainly has the personality to be one. Confident and willed solid…

The nun shook her head to stop thinking of him, trying to focus on anything else to little avail. She thought back to when he held her body from the ladder. His warm body against hers, feeling his strong physic against her smaller one. Even the way he simply looked at her as if the next moment she would disappear made something stir within her chest. Was it…Love?

Romantic relationships weren’t anything she was familiar with, only seeing happy couples walking into service hand in hand, pleading their allegiance to their god. Her mother absolutely refused any notion of herself being in one, claiming she’d live a life of sin and misery even being looked at by another. If only she could see her now. The nun would be pulled out of this church, begging and screaming to stay with the one person who truly cared for her. Not just any person; a handsome man who could protect her!

‘Courtney, calm down!’ she yelled internally, pulling the blanket over her body. ‘It’s not as if you could pursue him… Stop thinking about such things!’ Sighing to herself, she closed her eyes to slip into unconsciousness. Ignoring all the twists and turns her mind traveled to, the priest seemed to be living inside her brain to little avail.

She couldn’t even tell she had fallen asleep as the man appeared in her dream also. All he did was sit next to her on the bed, with that damn grin he was always sporting, not saying anything. Her own voice was unable to come out as she struggled to just say his name. He leaned down to her laying figure, his lips so dangerously close to hers. She moved to welcome him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck. If this was a dream, she would soak it up as much as possible!

Without warning, the dream Priest kissed her passionately. His hands held onto her head to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere beneath him. While her motions are less experienced, she tries hard to remember her previous dream in aiding her through sloppily. A throaty chuckle could be heard from him while traveling his hands across her body. His gloved hands used his firm grip, squeezing from her chest to her waist for her to let out a little sound as if she were a squeeze toy. The noise stuck in her throat couldn’t escape. Instead, she gripped the back of his black cassock to signify her approval of his touch. Every nerve in her body screamed and yearned for him; if he separated, she would surely die. His lips only left her own, yet his grip stayed right in place. Dipping to her ear, he murmured something she couldn’t make out. Instead, she felt only the hot breath in her lust-filled state.

Carefully turning the blonde's head to the side, he kissed her pale neck ever so lightly, which made her shudder. The words were on the tip of her tongue, just wanting to breathe out his name, only coming out in small whimpers. His lips soon latched on like a leech, sucking and licking the skin in front of him like a man starved. A light red mark quickly formed on her skin without her knowledge. She couldn't care at the moment. The only thing to bring her back to reality was that chuckle he gave out.

It sounded so familiar, yet she couldn't remember where she recalled it. She tried to get Salvatore’s attention. She got in return a soft bite on her neck, making the room spin around her. Every limb in her body went limp, and she was unable to keep her eyes open. Before long, a flash of light startled her awake as the morning sun rose from her window.

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Despite the strange dreams and heavy work, two months had passed since the blonde nun's arrival. They had managed to not only clean up and fix the church they call home but also made it even better, as Salvatore recalled in the past. While thoughts of opening to the public were tossed around. They figured their best course of action was to find the origins of her markings in case of any judgment from civilians. Courtney was extremely thankful, especially for continuing to be alone with her new companion. However, it didn't help any of the dreams she was having either.

After her second dream, while the priest no longer made his appearance, the creature from her first night did. Not that the priest didn't add fuel to the fire. No matter how many prayers before bed, she reminded herself of her commandments. She only thought of him and him alone. Her mind felt corrupted as she felt almost obsessed with her tall, handsome companion.

Every time he was near, every cohesive thought was turned to mush when he praised her abilities or teased her for her nativity. Simple touches linger on her pale skin all day, making her hot and bothered. One holy man shouldn't have this much power over her! It wasn't as if they could further their relationship, knowing how immoral it would be to their whole practice, even if it already felt like it had gone past it. The priest had started to call her instead of her title Italian pet names she slowly picked up on, even making her his famous steaks she had come to crave nowadays. It was all so much, so fast. She didn't know how to handle how sinful her dreams were becoming. It wasn't as if she could ask for help from the person causing them. Judgment wasn't the issue; more embarrassment. What if he reciprocated her feelings? She wouldn't know how to handle herself… Or go back home.

However, that day seemed to progress from days of trial and error to "cure" the young women. They started small with blessings and prayers to slowly work up the more brutal stuff to little result. However, one day was almost her breaking point.

The day was young to save daylight in the cathedral. The light beamed down on both from the colorful stained glass window above. Courtney was on her knees praying in front of Salvatore, who continued his way through the blessing. The words were nothing she hadn't heard before, yet with the aid of his deep voice, made all the more bearable. The hand on her head, after a while, started to burn, making her try to calm herself down.

She glanced up at the priest for only a moment, but the sight of him only took her breath away. The sunlight made him almost glow like an angel or, more fitting, God coming down from heaven. She could only stare in awe at him, her big doe eyes not leaving his face as he felt her movement. He doesn't stop the blessing, seeing her barely pay attention. Instead, he smirked at her, moving his hands down to cup her face to continue looking at him.

"The Lord be with you…"

Too distracted by the man in front of her, she hesitated momentarily. Her response becomes muttered and clumsy, "... And also with you…"

That damned smirk doesn't leave his face; instead gets wider placing his hand back to the top of her skull. "May Almighty God bless you… The Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit."

"Amen…"

A moment of silence passed, waiting for anything to happen between them… Nothing did, sadly. Looking down at Courtney’s hands, those damned black markings are still there mocking her. She sighed to herself as she got up.

"What a shame…" the ravenette said, "There goes another off the list." She could only nod in response, disappointment written all over her face. "Don't beat yourself up; we'll try again soon. Maybe we need to do one where you can keep your eyes off me. If you can~"

His words shook her to her core, instantly getting her attention and turning her face red. "R-Right! Y-y-yes Vater(Vater). I'm sorry!" She moved slightly to hide herself, not well enough, as he pulled her chin to face him.

"Don't apologize to me. I'm just trying to help you. You're such a brava ragazza. We'll find your cure soon." His face was so close to hers. The slightest movement could connect the two by the lips, but he continued in a low voice. "Maybe one where I could see you below me again, looking up with those big beautiful eyes you have~." The nun's heart stopped as her chest. She couldn't believe his words, even if they were the ones she dreamed of hearing. Everything was moving so fast. She felt the room spin as he never relinquished his grip on her.

Without warning, she screamed, "I NEED TO USE THE RESTROOM! NO MORE TODAY!" In the next second, she scrambled out of his grip to the upper level of the building. She couldn't hear the chuckle he gave out as she raced to the bathroom and locked the door.

Her heart couldn't stop racing, now alone. Her body felt hot and now bothered as she could still feel the Italian’s touch lingering. Pacing the bathroom, she tried to get her kind out of the gutter. Nothing but sinful thoughts implanted in her brain as she splashed cold water on her face to little effect.

"Stop it, stop it! What is wrong with you?!" She talked to herself in the reflection of the mirror. "You're a holy woman, aren't you? You can't throw yourself at him!"

Looking back at herself, she couldn't help but wonder… Was she? She'd never fit in in an actual church, and those she'd been with had only treated her like she was garbage underneath them. Being good all her life had gotten her nowhere but to be a floor mat to those in higher power. Salvatore was different in more ways than one, but she saw her as not only equal but as if she was the only woman on Earth. Not helping the heat she felt in her lower regions, she moaned to herself. "Maybe a shower could help…"

Putting the water on the coldest setting it could produce, she stripped her clothes away to get in. It gave her a jolt awake as goosebumps littered her skin. She let the water wash over her, helping control her lust slightly. She continued with her standard shower procedure, wanting to get in and out without another thought. Even scrubbing her body raw still had her body sensitive to any touch, making her get out and leave the room to not think. Slowly walking back to her room with all but her robe, she made sure the priest wasn't around to B-line to her room. Figuring a nap would help her current predicament, she lay in bed silently, praying the discomfort would slowly disappear when she awoke.

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Flashes of light filled her dream so fast she couldn’t keep up like normal. All she could remember was the sickly sweet smell that filled the room as she felt her clothed pussy being stroked and massaged by what she could only assume was her regular dream friend. He was only a distant dream, unable to touch or see him but feeling everything he was doing. She couldn’t breathe, handling all the touches littering her skin and lower regions in a good and bad way. She found herself waking up, gasping for air like someone was choking her.

It was still the middle of the night, with darkness filling her senses. Groaning to herself, Courtney wanted to scream at her lack of climax. Damn, her awful luck and timing! Could she ever get a break sexually?! She cringed, feeling the aftermath of her dream from her undergarments on the bed. Feeling dirty and unclean, she got up to change and forget the whole day away.

However, something stopped her in place. Looking around, she couldn’t tell what time it could be, yet she knew the sun wouldn’t be up for hours. Neither would Salvatore, for that matter. Crawling underneath the dresser, she pulled out a secret box stashed away. Opening revealed her old pack of cigarettes and her lighter she couldn’t have the heart to throw away. Grabbing each, she sneaked to the open window to blow the smoke and smell out. Lighting up the nicotine stick, she breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the chemicals do their work in calming her nerves. She felt terrible going behind his back, but after his stunt earlier, it wasn’t as if he was the pinnacle of purity.

“Honestly, what’s with him…” breathing out a cloud of purple smoke, hoping the smell doesn’t creep into Salvatore’s room. “That stupid handsome bastard… He knows what he’s doing…” She couldn’t help but think of all the times he had made her brain to mush. All from his ‘innocent’ actions that he swears no harm by; however, his face said another story. “I swear… At this point, who needs him…” masturbation was a sin that she remembered intensely… Yet it didn’t sound like a bad idea at this moment. She wouldn’t have the courage to even consider a relationship between them, and it wasn’t as if she could knock on the door and just ask to sleep with him. How ludicrous would that be? The idea still stuck within her mind as she felt the need worm its way back into her head. Her loins craved just the slightest bit of attention.

“I-I should…” she muttered under her breath. The shame slowly crept into her self-consciousness, but she needed to escape this curse. One time wouldn’t hurt anymore…right? Putting out her cigarette, she threw everything back into the box and slid it back to its hidden spot. She soon closed the window and made sure the door was completely shut. Cursing at the lack of locks, she rolled up one of her blankets underneath the door. No sounds or movements were made from the room next to her. The walls were so thin even a simple sneeze could be heard, making Courtney quietly inch to her bed.

Laying on her back, she tried to recall her dream with little success. Her hands shakily slid down her body. Feeling how her nipples had hardened under the dress of her nightgown, just a slight brush almost made her whimper out in sensitivity. Reaching down to her panties, she could still feel them wet from her dream while trying to remember how the creature touched her in her dream. Stroking her clit through her undergarments instantly made her hand cover her mouth to cover her sounds. Pleasure ran through her veins, continuing her movements. Clumser than the "experienced" creature, yet soon finding a rhythm she could get comfortable with. Her hips bucked in the air as shock waves went through her spine. Puffs of air exhaled her mouth just to let out the simplest of sounds. Wishing, more like begging, for her muscular holy man to be with her. Wanting nothing more than to scream his name and join her in bliss. Before long, a loud whine slipped through the cracks, one she couldn't control as she chased that high she desperately wished for. It came so close, yet so far away, as she stopped in place from a loud SLAM! The sound of a man choking out made her blood run cold as she slowly turned to face him.

Of course.

Of course, her luck would have those golden eyes widen in shock, running into his nun with her hands between her thighs. Her body trembled, covering herself, tears forming in her eyes in embarrassment as he just continued to stare at her. She couldn't read his expression; he looked way too happy to catch her in the act. One she got extremely overwhelmed at. She ran to him, throwing herself below him with tears flowing from her eyes to not have him mad at her.

"Va-Va-...*sniffle* …Oh, I'm sorry, Vater(Father)! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean… I didn't mean to…" She couldn't stop herself from sobbing, grabbing onto his legs so he couldn't see her pitiful face. It didn't improve; he still had not spoken a word. Just looked down at her grovel for forgiveness like he was her final judgment.

His deep voice soon cut the silence, "Do you wish to be forgiven?" Pause for effect, "Or to be pure again?"

"Both! Please, both, I disgraced our holy building, Vater(Father) Salvatore!" The priest's body visibly shuddered, hearing his name called by her soft voice. Offering his hand like he was out of a stained glass window, she couldn't help but take in hope of his help. When her hand touched him, his grip turned harsh, pulling her out of her room and down to the cathedral below.

Pushing her to the podium, detaching momentarily to light the candles around for just the smallest amount of light. Nobody could say a word to each other, one out of fear, the other to cause that fear. Once the final candle was lit, he joined where she was standing, positioning himself behind her as they faced the imaginary crowd in the pews.

“There’s only one way to save yourself from the damnation you have gotten yourself into. Start with the Lord’s prayer, then we’ll continue on.”

Calming herself down while she felt his warm body behind him, she knew she couldn’t disappoint him now. It was all a test, one she knew she would inevitably fail due to him. Courtesy clasped her hands together, reciting the prayer she knew by heart until she felt hands roam her clothed body. Her voice got weaker, unable to think clearly, with her need still clouding her judgment.

“Don’t stop, cara mia. This is what temptation and sin feel like. To be rid of it fully, you must face it head-on and persevere. You don’t want to be a sinner now, do you?”

“N-No…”

“Then continue on as if I’m not here,” he emphasized his command with a loud and rather harsh slap on her ass. The blonde sharply inhaled at the contact, pain settling in yet quickly turned into pleasure the next moment. Stumbling through the rest of the prayer, she felt the leather of his gloves ghosted her skin. Dragging hands down her torso to her thighs, growing incredibly close to her more intimate area by each second. Her words got faster, less coherent as she felt his fingers crawl underneath the waistband of her undergarments. Pulling her bottoms down so slowly and teasingly, he placed his head onto hers to whisper down. “Tell me, my poor, poor dolce ragazza(sweet girl)… Why have you regressed to disgracing this holy building with your actions?”

Dropping the small piece of clothing to the ground, she whimpered out, feeling his hands creep back up her legs. “I-I… I’ve just been having some strange dreams lately…”

“Hmmm..?~ You have to be more specific than that…”

Her breath gets deeper and deeper as his thumb rest ever so softly on her clit, “Hmmm..! O-Once of you!” hands fly to cover her freckled face from such embarrassment, “B-But recently it’s been… This creature…”

Salvatore raised an eyebrow toward her statement, “A creature, and he’s been acting sexual towards you?”

“Y-yes…”

A loud ‘Tch’ made everything silent around them. “Oh, Amore(Love)…” he shook his head in disappointment, “You’ve brought an incubus into your mind… I can’t believe you would fall for it. You’re smarter than that.”

Her tears fill her eyes as she hears those words leave his mouth. The thought of disappointing him just filled her heart with grief. The way he had such a hold on him, she couldn't handle it. Holding back crying with minor sniffles, Salvatore sighed.

“Stupida ragazza(Stupid Girl)… Ti amo così tanto, eppure puoi essere così difficile(I love you so much, yet you can be so difficult),” his fingers glidded against her slit. Slowly lubing the leather enough to insert his finger inside her hole. Her legs almost give out, making him catch and hold her up, maneuvering her hands to grip onto the podium below. His pace starts slow, having her get used to the feeling while also making sure to give her a first-hand experience of sinful desire. And experience she did, biting her tongue to not make anything come out. Failing as soon as she felt a second, then a third being added alongside. “Lascia uscire tutti i suoni sporchi, amore. Per favore? Per me(Let out all the dirty sounds, love. Please? For me)…” he murmured into her ear; her body couldn’t refuse even if she couldn’t understand him fully. Her moans bounced off the stone walls as something inside her grew tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hand.

“V-Vater(Father)!~”

“Amore, we’re passed our holy names. You know what to call me.” Slowly, the string inside her was about to bust, her words being unable to comprehend as she chased her finish.

She breathed out slowly, trying to sound out the letters before finally screaming, “S-S-Salvato-RE! NO!” The pleasure was robbed from her body as he took his hand out of her so suddenly. Tears streamed down her face as her knees shook, looking back at him, “Nononono! S-Salvatore, please no. Not again, I-I can’t take being teased like this.”

The Italian gazed at the German with a lot one would give to a pet, licking his gloves clean of her slick. His now glowing eyes never leave hers as he threads his digits through her hair. Slowly, he held her steady as he took her near the holy water fountain. He placed his pointer and middle finger over her sternum, forehead, and shoulders to represent the cross.

“In the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Father, God of mercy, through these waters of baptism, you have filled us with new life as your very own children. From all who are baptized in water and the Holy Spirit, you have formed one people, united in your Son, Jesus Christ.” Without warning, he forced her head into the water as if performing a baptism. He watched the woman underneath struggle and thrash in surprise. Only to be blocked by his strength and physic as pushing back, only resorting to her ass pressed against his bulge. Only waiting until her air bubbles got less frantic that he pulled her up. Coughing and gasping for air was cut short for the nun as she was robbed again by his lips onto hers. She grabbed onto his black robes for support, black spots littering her vision as she just wished for air. Feeling his forked (Wait, forked..?) tongue slittered the roof of her mouth before pulling away.

Deciding to give her a break, he picked up as if she were a princess in a fairy tale to the crossing of the church as she gasped for air. He gently placed her down right in the center, slowly disrobing the last piece of clothing on her body. Throwing it to a random corner of the church to be lost in time, he could help but scan over her naked body. It was an image he could have only dreamed about until now, the black marks traveling down and across her body like tattoos. His fingers traced each line down to her public bone as he chuckled to himself as she was still being aroused.

“Cattiva ragazza(Naughty girl). You’ve undoubtedly surprised me at every corner, but oh, how I love it~” His hands squeezed her breasts, wanting to hear her whimper. “Even filthy sinners like you make me have a soft spot, lookie there.”

“I-I’m… I’m no more than you…” Courtney sniffled out, making him wipe the tears out of her eyes.

“You might be right,” he paused to hover over her face, “But if I am, I’m glad to take you down with me~ Lemme hear you say you need me? Come one, I know you want to. If you do, I’ll take all this awful pressure away.”

Salvatore waited for her response, ready to play this game of chicken to get her to say what he wanted. Courtney, however, felt as if her body was on fire from his kiss, every cell craving his touch yet not giving into his game. She couldn’t lose herself like she thought she could. Yet, he made it so difficult. The look he was giving her was more attractive than anything he could ever say, his eyes almost hypnotizing her into giving him what he wanted.

“...Please…”

“Hmm? Please, what, Amore(Love)? I can’t think of anything you would need?” Oh, damn, his infernal teasing!

Swallowing her pride, she whimpered out to him. “P-Please, Salvatore. Please, I need you. I-I can’t take being sinful anymore. It’s too much!”

Salvatore’s ego boasts hoisted him up in a sitting position. She prayed he wasn’t going to leave. He makes quick work of unbuttoning the cassock yet never removing it. Letting his muscular chest and abs be viewed and logged by the nun below him, who could only watch silently. In a quick flash, she could see black on his skin before she could question whether he was already making work of his belt and pants. Pulling them down, yet not taking them off to pull out his gigantic member from its confines. The size terrified her to no end, never knowing man’s length could even get to that size. Noticing her discomfort, he softly petted her head to calm her down.

“Don’t worry, your little head, it will…”

Moving down to her waist, she only watched him prepare them for their upcoming actions. Sliding his dick against her slit, he watched her muted reactions feeling him brush up against that one spot that made her eyes roll in the back of her skull. Slowly, he inserts himself into her tight opening, stuffing as much as he into her without hurting her. Yet, he did little to help as he kissed the tears that left her eyes away. Her nails dug into her back from the intense pain to distract herself as her partner whispered sweet nothings into her ear. He slowly pulled out to hear the most beautiful sound he could ever hear. A moan that sounded so different from the ones he heard earlier, vulgar but still sweet enough to sound like heaven. He couldn’t control himself from thrusting into her tight core just to listen to those sweet sounds leave her again. Pleasure radiates at this new feeling throughout her body to replace the pain of adjusting to his girth.

“You moan exactly like a slut in heat. Surely you couldn't hide that from me, huh?" He mocked, watching the more petite girl try and control her volume yet unable to. No doubt, someone from the town above could hear them with each movement rubbing against her walls just right. "Cazzo(Fuck)! See, I told you, you have a voice. Now keep using it while I fuck your brains out.”

Taking pity on her previous luck of climax, he pushed her legs up to her chest while speeding up the pack of his thrusts. Water continuously streamed down her face from the return of the pressure of release, making itself known from where he had left off before. Her tears only seem to turn him on more as he grumbles and pants above her from the sensation of her walls squeezing against him. Given her sensitivity, she found that tight string back growing with her abdomen forming so quick and so fast. Short nails pushed into his back as she couldn’t take anymore, just that sweet release.

“S-Sal-AH!” her words cut out as each trust distracted her momentarily. He knew what she wanted, his pace never faulting, even when he felt her walls trying to milk him for all he was worth. Her thighs strained and twitched as that white bliss of pleasure finally washed over after so, so long. Helping to draw it out, he left her body only momentarily only to flip her over on her stomach. The cold stone floors made her skin freeze compared to the heat of the air around them. She tried to pick herself up with her arms failing miserably, needing his grip for help.

“You got what you need,” whispers, oh so close to ear as his body folded over her more frame. “Now is it time for what I need~.”

He slowly inserted himself back in her, holding her head back from her neck to watch her expression as, inch by inch, made its way in. Overstimulation reared its ugly head as his pace could only be described as sloppier than before. He chased his own climax, not caring how rough or harsh his grip was, feeling as if she’d break in half. All feelings that hurt so wonderfully, whining out for the world to hear in her own mother tongue.

“Zu viel! Ich kann es nicht ertragen(Too much! I can not stand it)!” she cried out, feeling his fingers slowly make their way to her clit. Softly rubbing the small bud to increase her volume, loving the sweet words coming out of her mouth.

“Dann nicht, lass los(Then don’t, let go).” the priest muttered softly, her language sounding so strange with his accent but so attractive simultaneously. Her body went limp, falling to the ground, soaking up all the pleasure the other could give, feeling his end rearing its head. A slight growl could be heard above, growing louder and more profound with each moment passing. She couldn’t look up, feeling his hand keeping her head on the ground, but something was off. Each thrust grew roughing and more aggressive with each movement. Something rang out in the air, something that couldn’t have sounded human but couldn’t come from anywhere else. She could hear the gloves' leather being ripped as something sharp poked her skin at the edge of each finger. Her heart’s beat picked up in place at the sudden tonal shift, and she tried to look around anywhere to get a good vision of the man at the top of her. Out of the corner of her eye, in the reflection of the candle's light, she could have sworn it was the outline of her dream friend… Her dream friend, wait… Cutting short her thoughts, she felt the grip on her waist tighten, making blood trickle from the pinpricks of sharp nails she could only guess. That terrifying growl rang out again as he pressed himself against her ass. His climax filled her almost entirely, and she felt the warm, sticky feeling leak down her thighs. The only sound that filled the air was panting from both. Salvatore calmed down from his release, Courtney from her terror, feeling the sharp nails retract to his standard grip. Something was wrong. She felt it in her soul while trying to escape the hold of his hand on her.

Almost in an instant, a sharp, fiery pain spreads to her back. A loud scream rang out as she curled up, unable to do anything as it seemed never-ending. The man above her pulled out of her core, holding her tightly in his arms as he coached her through this agonizing pain. “It’s part of forgiveness, Amore(Amore). You can do it; it doesn’t last long. Oh, you’re so close.” She was unable to see, but for her companion, his grin couldn’t be contained. Black marks inked her skin more as his brand formed on her upper back. He traced them as they finished developing, happy his little companion was now entirely his. He could hear her crying below from the pain, making him rub her head to comfort her.

“You did so well. God is very proud of you, Sorella(Sister)~.” his dark chuckle filled her brain as her mind spun around. Looking up, towering over her, was a statue of the Virgin Mary, seemingly looking down at the nun in disapproval. Every picture around her has the same expression as her vision, which starts to spin from exhaustion and slow-building guilt. She disappointed the Lord. She knows it. She fell right into the demon’s trap, though she barely knew how deep of trouble she was really in. Courtney could only hug the man behind her. Praying this was still in her dream.

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

Farther away, someone felt a surge of demonic energy coming from somewhere nearby. A tanned man stopped in his place on the same street where a particular nun found out about her new forever home. He had finally found who he was looking for. Surprised that it took so long to see the arrogant incubus take a human in to feast on their energy, he followed the source. Making his way through the cave, now that his power to keep him out was temporarily distracted. He stared through the church windows, seeing two people each other in their arms post-coitus. The blonde woman caught his eye momentarily as they moved to the man. His long black hair was messy and falling down his face to hide his glee.

Oh yes, he had found him. Now it’s time to take him home with his cute little nun.

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