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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: Request from @ppartridgee. Naughty, spooky, fluffy. Well, I know I’m perfectly content now! :D

Words: 2616 Warnings: smut, fluff

Additional NSFW warnings: Daddy kink (well, that’s certainly a first on this blog!)

Thud. You scrambled to your feet when the door fell shut, shutting the book in your hands and frantically shoving it under your pillow. William Ransome had no business finding out what you were reading. You had bought the novel on your trip to London and Lord, was it sinful… about a young woman who fell in love with the priest of her town after he had convinced her that the only way to repent for her sins was to pleasure him… You bit your lower lip. Yes. William Ransome definitely had no business finding out about any of that.

“Don’t you think…” he began instead of a greeting, “…that you are exaggerating a little bit with all of your Halloween decoration?” You grinned when he stepped into your field of vision and crossed your arms before your chest, holding back a cough. You’d been feeling quite horrible and worn out all morning, like an invisible force was pulling at your limbs. You already suspected that you were getting sick but as long as you still had chores to do, you were unwilling to give in to it.

“No. Why?” The entire house was full of pumpkins. Some you had drawn funny faces on, others now made scary grimaces. Nearer the spookiest day of the year, you would carve some of them too and stuff them with a candle so they’d illuminate the darkness after dusk.

The vicar smiled and shook his head.

“I made some pumpkin soup, you want some?”

“Oh? Pumpkin soup? Good god, where did you get the pumpkins for it?” He asked jokingly as he sat down at the table.

Chuckling, you staggered over to your small kitchen area to heat up the pot. Will regularly came here ever since his wife died. There was a sad loneliness about the vicar that deeply touched you and somehow… you had found friendship in one another. Well… Will had found friendship in you. You had found a man you didn’t dare confess your love to.

You had not spoken about Stella in a while but you were unsure whether Will was still grieving, for if he was… you would never want to put him in a position where he’d have to choose between your friendship or… you sighed. Whatever the second option was.

“The kids and teens in town will go crazy again…” He sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I just hope they’ll live the church alone.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will. Last year was an exception and those responsible moved away. It’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to handing out some sweets, in any case.”

“They’ll be running your door in. You are the only one who puts effort into Halloween. I just wish you would…” Will looked up with an apologetic expression on his face. “I just wish you would… tone it down just a little bit. I couldn’t bear the villagers starting to call you a witch and ask me to cast you out or perform an exorcism on you.”

Heat pooled in your core, making you gasp quietly. Instantly, you were reminded of that one scene in the book where the priest had tied the protagonist to the altar as naked as Eve and then proceeded to lick every single inch of her body until he’d reached her wet folds, a teasing flick to her most sensitive part… You cleared your throat, finishing up Will’s meal.

“It’s just a holiday, I’m allowed to be excited about it. Besides, aren’t the Jack’O’Lanterns supposed to scare away evil spirits? They should thank me I’m doing your job!” You chuckled and set the soup on the table before him. Will dug in immediately.

“That’s not exactly how it works, darling.” Darling. He always had you weak in the knees when he called you that. Not that he knew.

You closed your eyes for a moment. The headache that’d been tormenting you since this morning kept getting worse, and no amount of fluids you drank helped. You winced after you’d finished cleaning up and Will had finished his soup.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concern radiating over to you.

“Yeah… just a headache. I’m probably coming down with the flu or something.” The vicar frowned, rising from his seat to walk over to you. You gasped quietly when he brought his palm to your forehead.

“You are burning up, darling. You should be in bed. Come on… I will get the doctor.”

“I’ll be fine, Will. I’ve had this a dozen times before. A bit of rest and I’ll be…” You got interrupted by a coughing fit so bad your stomach hurt by the time you were done.

“Bed. Right now,” was all he said. Your lower regions clenched. That… fuck. That was by far the most dominant thing he had ever… you swallowed thickly. He never once took his eyes off you until you were back in bed, allowing him to tuck you in and sit on the edge of the mattress.

“I can brew you some tea in your kitchen if that is alright with you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“And after that,” he said when he rose again, “I expect you to stay in bed until you recovered. No more decorating with pumpkins, okay?” He was so sweet. And loving, and kind, and caring and hot and handsome and…

“Okay, Daddy.” Your eyes widened. Fuck. You had said that out loud. Will stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a hesitant look.

“What… did you just call me?”

Biting your lower lip, you avoided his blue gaze, looking around your bedroom in an attempt to find the perfect excuse for what had just happened… but you couldn’t. Daddy was what the main protagonist in your book had started calling the honourable Father. Pure filth had followed the statement in the book… but Will wasn’t exactly fictional. Quite on the contrary. He was very, very real.

Panicking, you opened your mouth without a single sound escaping it, shuffling back a little on the bed and managing, on top of your embarrassment, to knock the book hidden under your pillow on the wooden floor.

Will frowned, giving you a questioning look before his blue eyes landed on the title. His lips parted as he picked it up. You watched, frozen in place when he flipped it over and skimmed the blurb. And then, his eyes locked with yours again.

“I can explain…” You started. But could you? The only explanation here was that your feelings for the town’s vicar went way beyond friendship and that you desired him like a dragon desired treasure. Will was your treasure. And up until now, you had been perfectly content with having him in your life as a friend, even if your heart… and your body… longed for more.

“It’s just a novel.”

“A novel about a young woman and her… vicar. And you calling me ‘Daddy’ surely was no accident, was it?” He looked at you, not in a reproachful way, but as if he wanted to, no, needed to figure you out. Your thoughts, your feelings. As if he suspected… The way he said “Daddy” made you shiver with need, even more so when he said your name.

“If we go… there… you know things would never be like they were before then.”

“You… Will… Do you…”

“I… I do. I do reciprocate.”

Your lips parted, both excitement and shock filling your core at the same time. “Why… why did you never tell me?”

“Because…” He paused, looking up to the ceiling as if fetching the words from there. “Because I am your vicar. I am supposed to protect you and provide comfort, not lure you into a romantic relationship with me.”

“You needed company and comfort as much as I did, Will. You can’t possibly believe that God will provide you with that when you’re all alone in that church praying.” Another coughing fit. Damn that flu.

“I did not allow myself to go any further. I am supposed to be mourning my wife…”

“It’s been over a year, Will. She wouldn’t want you to waste away and…”

The vicar closed his eyes for a brief moment, finally setting your book aside. “If we do this…” He repeated. “I’m not sure I will be able to go back to being your friend, darling.”

“I… I know.” But you felt like you might die if you didn’t get to feel him. Taste him, smell him, let yourself be consumed by him. “I don’t want you to.”

Will’s gaze was so loving you feared you’d melt into a puddle, even more so when it darkened with a start and he said, “Then be good for me and sit on my lap.” Testing the waters. Seeing how far he could take it. Exploring and daring. This was as new for him as it was for you.

The corners of your mouth twitched when he sat down on the bed and you crawled over to him to obey. “Okay.”

“Okay…?”

You pressed your legs together. Fuck.

“Okay… Daddy.” You blushed, making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry…” you choked out. “I didn’t… the book… and it’s kind of hot given you’re…”

Will smiled. “No need to be ashamed. I like the idea… I simply didn’t think you’d have such a filthy mind, darling.”

You grinned despite your growing headache. “Is that a sin? I might need to be… punished if it is.”

Will took the hint and smiled. “Perhaps another time. For now, we need to nurse you back to health. Are you sure you don’t want to see the doctor?”

“No… it’s that time of the year, I’ll be fine. A sore throat, and a bit of a fever… I’ll just… stay in bed and rest. I don’t want to miss Halloween.”

“Very well then… I’m sure we’ll find a different way to make you feel better. You know…” he began, moving your skirts out of the way so the only piece of fabric still protecting you from his soft hands were your cotton knickers. Your heartbeat sped up, along with a familiar heat pooling right between your legs. “…last time I was in London, Dr. Garrett and I had a very interesting conversation about how the release of endorphins… is believed to reduce stress and pain. And do you know what causes a high release of endorphins at once?”

“N-no?” Your breath was shaky, and so was your entire body. You brought your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself all the while Will spread your legs even further. This was happening. This was truly happening.

“Orgasms, darling.” Your knickers were wet. Soaked.

“So let me take care of you…” Sucking in a deep breath through your teeth, you let him push the fabric aside and then leaned forward to press your lips against his. Oh… Quickly, you turned your head.

“Let me kiss you, darling.” He smiled, hiding his irritation.

“I don’t want to infect you.”

“Ah… but what we are about to do will not infect me?” As if to make a point, Will began to unbuckle his belt. Then, suddenly, he paused, looking you deep in the eye. “Are you certain you want this?”

“Y-yes. Are… are you?”

“More than anything, love. I just never thought you would feel the same way. I would never pressure you into…”

“You’re not!” A cough. “I promise you’re not. I want this,” you stressed. You inched forward, feeling his hard length hidden beneath his trousers.

Whimpering when he freed himself, Will then grabbed a hold of your bottom and gently lifted you up, onto his throbbing member. Fuck, you were quite positive you had never seen a cock this beautiful. And every fibre of your being was aching to feel it inside of you.

Eager to ride him, you bucked your hips to sit down, the vicar, however, stopped you.

“Slowly… we don’t want you to exhaust yourself, right?” You shook your head, biting your lower lip so hard you feared you’d draw blood.

“No, Daddy…” Calling him so only fuelled your arousal, even more so when he growled. He actually growled. Fuck. Inch by agonising inch, you impaled yourself on his hard manhood until his tip was pressing against your cervix almost painfully.

Will was guiding you as you began to ride him, heeding his advice to go slow. His large hands were on your hips, rocking you back and forth in an almost soothing manner—and at this point, you were already so lost in your pleasure and quite possibly your fever that you would have done anything he asked for. You had a feeling that the vicar was very well aware of that and it was touching how thoughtful he was being with your vulnerability.

Never before had you felt like this. So at ease. So innocent, so… you took a deep breath, increasing your speed a little. Subspace. You’d read about it before. Deeper and deeper you fell into that blissful state all the while your arousal grew higher and higher.

Your clit was rubbing deliciously against Will’s pelvic bone, the sound of sex echoing through the room.

“Easy… don’t rush it…” You heard him mumble when you sped up yet again, eager for the orgasm that was slowly creeping up on you like a poltergeist.

“But… what about… you…” You breathed out in response, barely able to form a functioning sentence anymore.

“I am already struggling to hold out for a while longer, sweet angel.” Sweet angel… Your pussy clenched around him, a delicious precursor of what you were hunting like a hungry lioness.

“You’re close…” He said. It was not a question. Nodding mutely, you dug your fingernails into his clothed shoulders, looking him deep in the eye with parted lips. Your mouth formed a perfect O when you finally came undone, gushing all over him as you let your climax consume you.

Will moaned. “I have to… pull out, darling… We can’t risk…” He groaned once more. It took you all of your willpower to stop riding him, to avoid feeling him cumming inside of you and filling you up with his seed. But in the end, you managed, if anything because you were not exactly fond of the idea of getting pregnant just yet either.

Will lifted you off of him, flipping you over so you came to lie on your back, and wrapped his hand around his thick length, finishing what you had started. A couple more eager thrusts were all it took for him to stain both the bed and your stomach with his warm seed, accompanied by heavy grunts and groans.

Then, for a few peaceful and quiet seconds, it was utterly silent. You were too exhausted to lift yourself up, instead left it to Will to stand, adjust his trousers, and then reach for the cloth next to your washing bowl on top of the vanity to clean you up.

“Thank you…” You whispered, allowing him to tuck you in straight after, smiling weakly when he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Are you feeling alright? Perhaps… we should have waited until you feel better…”

“No… no, I’m fine. Tired but fine. That was… God, that was amazing.”

Your eyes fell shut but you felt his smile nonetheless.

“It was. I only ever dared dream of being with you like this.” He paused, stroking your hair. “I’ll get you your tea now. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

You smiled. When he turned around to leave the bedroom, before you could utter another cheeky “Thank you, Daddy”, you had already fallen asleep.

A/N: *logs out of Tumblr to bathe in Holy Water*

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sserpente · 2 years

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Sinful Love

Synopsis: William Ransome is tormented by loneliness—a cruel fate you share, for as a demoness, companionship is rare. So when you hear the desolate vicar pray night after night, you emphasise with his pain. You feel it too—and you want to help him, become his and make him yours. But will he still grow to love you when he learns what you truly are?

Here’s an additional disclaimer, for “The Essex Serpent” as well as the characters of this book borrowed for this fan fiction belong to Sarah Perry.

Words: 5870 Warnings: angst, smut, demoness!Reader, slight blasphemy

He was kneeling, looking up at the massive wooden cross in the centre of the church. Tilting your head, you watched him, whispered prayers reaching your ears. Your gaze softened. William Ransome, a man of God, pastor to a people, trusted Reverend. He was a broken man. Lonely. Especially after his wife had passed away and Cora had moved back to London to explore new myths come to life.

Stepping closer, you took in his broad figure. He was tall, and handsome, even from behind. More mumbling. You smiled weakly. You had heard him. And you were going to answer his prayers.

“Father?” Formalities were important, were they not? At least for now. Where you came from, disrespecting ranks could quite literally cost you your head.

The Reverend froze but pulled himself together quickly. He stood, straightening his black priest gowns and then turned around to face you. Only someone with very keen eyesight would have been able to spot the tears swimming in his eyes. You did.

“Can I help you?” His voice was full of concern and sincerity—just like you had expected. You smiled weakly.

“I came for guidance. They sent me to you.”

He nodded understandingly. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Yes, well… I’m not from around here,” you responded calmly. The people of Aldwinter did not take kindly to foreigners, you knew this much. Will did not need to know that not a single soul apart from him had seen you here as of yet. That you had appeared seemingly out of thin air—to the human eye anyway.

“Are you alone? It’s not safe for a woman to travel alone in these times. Come. Sit down.”

“I’m very much used to it.”

He beckoned you over to one of the pews. The dark wood was splintered in one place as if someone had attempted to remove part of the engravings.

“What happened there?”

“A mark left by a story from the past.” A myth of a serpent, an embodiment of the devil, or so they had believed. You knew about it, of course. As if Lord Satan would bother with a small village on the coast of England.

“You seem poetic, I like that.” You smirked a little, eliciting a chuckle from the Reverend.

“Well… what is your name?”

Without any hesitation, you gave it to him. It was a simplified version of your true name which, if he was a man of God truly, would recognise. There was no need to alarm him as of yet. You would tell him when the time came. He would see when the time came. When he was ready… and when you were ready.

“Will. Will Ransome.” You shook his hand then, electricity tickling your palms when your skin touched. Your soul was aching for this man. Perhaps his would ache for yours too at some point. He must have felt it too. This magnetising pull, the attraction.

You shivered when he spoke your name again, eyeing you up and down in a way you knew he would give you a chance. “What can I help you with?”

“I feel… lost. Like I don’t know where I belong. Like I don’t know who I should continue to pledge my allegiance to.”

And you were not lying. You answered to nobody and sometimes… that made you feel left out. Like you hadn’t quite found your place in this universe yet.

“You are questioning your faith?” He pried gently. You looked up at him, curious as to what you’d see in those beautiful blue eyes. There was no judgement, no reproach.

“I am questioning myself—so I came here. I have nothing to lose and yet, my journey here could result in an utter disaster.”

William frowned. “You speak in riddles.”

“So I’ve been told before. What about you, Father? Don’t you feel lost sometimes?”

“More often than you think.”

“And what do you do?”

“I pray. I ask God for guidance. We all carry a lot of baggage from our past.” Once again, he said your name. Your heart jumped. “To confess our sins helps us carry on.”

You smiled. “So you believe I would feel better if I confessed my sins?”

Your sins… there were many things you could think of. Someone like you did not live like a saint. Especially when it came to the art of love-making. You couldn’t wait for him to blush and act all shocked once you had told him about those sins.

“Yes. I believe so.”

“You don’t even know me. I’m a complete stranger to you. Yet you are willing to help me?”

Will’s eyes met yours, freezing you in place. He was everything you had imagined him to be. Everything and so much more. Your heart would not stop fluttering for a single second either. He was here with you. He was finally here with you.

“You seem like a kind soul in need of help. I will not turn you away. Where are you staying?”

“I’m not sure yet. I only just arrived.”

“Alone?” He asked once more.

“All alone.”

The Reverend chuckled a little. “You are quite the mystery.” Then he paused, possibly contemplating whether it would be a good idea to do what he offered you next. “Join me. I made a stew. My wife used to… never mind. Something warm to eat will strengthen your body from travelling. Where are you from?” He stood, motioning for you to follow, yet you were sure he had not forgotten about taking your confession.

“Um… London.” It was a half-truth. London was one of the main gateways to where you came from.

“If you are comfortable with it, you can stay at my place. I would worry less knowing you are safe for the night. The sun is setting already.”

You smiled, butterflies awakening in your belly. “I would love that.”

Was it normal for a Reverend to offer an outsider whom he had never met before to spend the night at his house? No. Was it normal to invite them over for dinner? You smirked. No. He felt it too. You had been right to answer his prayers. Perhaps showing yourself to him was not going to result in a disaster after all.

Will’s house was clean and tidy. He told you his kids were staying with an aunt outside of Essex and so the only other soul keeping him company was the adorable little Cocker Spaniel by his side.

“He likes you,” Will said after the dog let you pet him.

“I’m good with animals I think.” And I’m good with men of God, too. You had no intentions to turn him, make him reconsider his beliefs. But it would feel nice, for a change, to be worshipped. The last time you had been with a man… a human man… it had been way too long. Some of them were such considerate lovers, so keen on pleasuring the woman they shared the bed with.

Will was a good cook, too. His stew was based on a recipe created by his dead wife, Stella. It must have been a few years now since her passing. He’d never been the same since. Perhaps that’s why he felt lost too. After his fling with Cora—even though you were certain he’d refuse to ever call it that—he quite possibly never forgave himself for being disloyal to his wife.

“I like your house… I like the peace and quiet.”

“Well… it’s not so quiet when the children are around.”

You chuckled. “I can imagine.”

“I can show you my study if you like. Do you like to read?”

“I don’t have a lot of time to read but… I can appreciate a good book.”

Will lead you upstairs. His workspace was indeed full of books, all of which sat neatly on bookshelves towering up all the way to the ceiling.

Curious, you entered the room, fingertips brushing over the leather spines. There was a lot of natural science and a lot of theology too. You held back a scornful giggle when you spotted a dark red book titled “Demonology & The Evils That Escaped The Flood”. If only it was that simple.

“I, uh…” He swallowed. “I can take your confession if you like. It doesn’t need to be in church. We have more privacy here.” There it was. The sternness that came with him being a priest. It was quite frankly arousing. You wanted to comfort this man more than anything and yet, at the very same time, you wanted him to whisper your name while his hard cock jerked against your wet walls and filled you up with his seed.

“I’ve never done this before,” you retorted with an innocent expression on your face.

He smiled without showing his teeth, asking you to approach his desk with a movement of his hand.

“I’ll show you, it’s easy. Here, sit down.” You sat down on his cushioned chair, watching him approach you with slow steps and then lean against the desk. Your gaze was now directly on one level with his crotch.

“You can look down if that’s easier for you. Normally, in a confessional, we can’t see each other’s faces. Get everything off your chest. Everything that makes you doubt, everything you want to be freed from.”

Right now, I want to be freed from my clothes by you… You bit your lower lip, stifling your grin. “What do I say?”

“You say ‘Bless me, Father, for I have sinned’.” His smooth voice made you want to moan out loud. Who knew a vicar could be this enticing? This… sexy?

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…” You repeated. There was no way he was able to hear the scorn in your voice—or that the whole concept of begging for forgiveness was but a sham for men in power to enforce submission and spread fear of a creature that did not even exist.

“Tell me, child. What is it that weighs on your heart?” Your gaze remained fixed on his crotch—it took you all of your willpower not to reach out and give him a promising squeeze.

“I doubt, Father,” you played along, “my head is filled with unchaste thoughts and I… I feel this urge to just take what I want, whenever I want, regardless of the consequences.”

Will gasped for air. Clearly, he had not expected that.

“You are… an unusual woman.” You didn’t know a lot about confessions but surely, he was not supposed to say something like that. Perhaps you already had him right where you wanted him for the moment.

“I know.” Finally, you looked up, locking eyes with him. A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips when you spotted the intrigued glistening in those blue irises. Wouldn’t you like to know about those naughty thoughts, Father?

You stood again without breaking eye contact with him for even a second, approaching him until not even a piece of paper would have fit between your bodies. You had to look up at this point. Will took a sharp breath and held up his hands, knuckles brushing over what little skin of your body was revealed.

“No… we can’t do this. Listen… you are…” He laughed weakly. “You are without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the privilege to meet but we hardly know each other.” And yet, his fingertips lingered on your bare shoulder, tracing your collarbone.

“So if we give in… is that another sin?” You mused. Will frowned, his eyebrows lifting one after the other as if irritated by your comment. Truth be told, there was no reason for him not to be.

“It’s okay, Will… I want it.”

“You’re an unmarried woman,” he continued, “it’s not right.”

“Does that matter? What about you?” Spreading your legs, you pulled him closer. “You aren’t moving away.”

“I… I don’t know what’s gotten into me… I don’t even know who you are, I…”

“Will… please…” This time, you didn’t wait for him to answer. You reached for his chin, pulling his face towards you to kiss him. “Let me taste you…” You whispered against his lips. Gone was your innocence and tenderness. It might have been part of you but you would never let it distort your true nature.

And when your mouths finally met, all the missing puzzle pieces you had been in search of for so long now seemed to fall in place with ease. It felt right. He felt right. Hungrily, you wrapped your arms around his neck to lock him in place, deepening the kiss when you felt him reciprocating.

Your tongue darted out to lick over his lower lip, sneakily asking for entrance. Will’s eyes fell shut, all resistance blown away like leaves in the wind and you knew then that you had won. This man was going to be yours.

“I think I don’t care if I’m sinning, Will. I will make those dirty thoughts reality…” You whispered when you broke the kiss. Grinning wickedly and watching him pant out of breath, you sank to your knees, undoing his trousers. You could already feel the bulge that had formed underneath the fabric.

Finally, you gave him a squeeze, his erection springing free and making you lick your lips. There was no point in wasting your time and letting you both wait. Greedily, you leaned forward and closed your mouth around his tip, suckling on him until he rewarded you with a few drops of precum. With your hands, you massaged his balls to increase his arousal all the while inching more and more of him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

Not being human had its perks—your gag reflex worked a little different than a mortal woman’s. Soon, you were allowing him to fuck your mouth vigorously, letting him bury his fists in your hair all the while listening to his sexy grunts. Just before he got to lose control and cum, however, you pulled away and stood again. He was just as out of breath as you.

“I want you inside me, Will.” You choked out. You could tell your lips were swollen when you spoke. The fiery lust in his eyes was all you needed for confirmation. He nodded as if in trance, almost curious as to what you would do next.

When you pulled him closer by his coat, he smirked, albeit taken by surprise when you turned you both around so your butt cheeks hit the edge of the desk. Will took the lead almost instantly. Sucking in a sharp breath, he grabbed fistfuls of your skirt to pull it up, revealing a pair of tight leather trousers.

“What are you… wearing?” He choked out.

“I’m an unusual woman, remember?” You hadn’t wanted to scare him away with your choice of garments. Leather was common where you came from. No one cared about skirts or dresses or gender roles.

Will shook his head but let it slide for now. You could tell he did not quite approve of your clothing but then again, he was a vicar. Instead, he pulled them down to reveal your glistening cunt to him. You were dripping, ready for him to fill you, to let him claim you.

Then, you flipped around so you had your back to him, sticking out your behind to urge him on. As much as you wanted to see him come undone inside of you and forget about all that grief in his heart for but a few blissful seconds, you could not let him see your eyes during the height of pleasure. Not yet.

You could practically feel him frown behind you. Still, he did nothing to protest when he helped you out of your clothes, piece by piece by piece. Your corset was made of black leather too. It took him a second to undo it all until eventually, you stood before him naked.

You spread your legs even further, propping yourself up on his desk with your elbows and moaning softly. “Will…”

His response was but an animalistic grunt—so unlike a pious Reverend. Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when he grabbed your hips and dug his fingers into your flesh to position you properly for him. Then, he guided his hard member to your entrance, sliding it up and down your slickness. Closing your eyes, his name escaped your lips like a prayer when he finally pushed inside and sheathed himself inside your warmth inch by agonising inch.

William Ransome was made for you. His hands felt like they were all over your body even though he kept them on your hips, his breath everywhere on your skin. His gentle thrusts quickly turned into relentless fucking you would not have expected from the vicar—not during the first time you had sex anyways.

The sun had almost disappeared by now, and you could see your reflection in the glass of the window when you opened your eyes again, watching your breasts bounce and your irises glow bright yellow with those slit-like pupils you were so familiar with. Strong emotions always brought about this reaction of your body—and they didn’t say for no reason that the eyes were the gates to the soul.

The desk was rattling with every single stroke of his. Ecstatic, you grabbed his hand and guided his long fingers to your clit. Just a little bit more, just a little bit further…

He caught on to what to do quickly. Will gave your sensitive bundle of nerves a delicious treatment, his eager thrusts never easing. Circling and massaging your clit, he had you right where he wanted you within a matter of minutes when you began to tighten around him, squeezing his cock and making it all the harder for him not to cum straight away.

You could tell he was holding back, waiting for you to finish first—but with those skilled hands, it did not take you much longer. You tensed up when your orgasm washed over you, pleasure flooding your entire body as your walls twitched around him, triggering his own climax.

Will pulled you close. He buried his face in the back of your neck, growling darkly. With but a few more powerful thrusts, he stilled, coating your walls with his seed. If he was worried about getting you pregnant, he did not let it on. Not that he could, anyway. There had to be some perks to your species, after all.

Once you had both come down from your high, you took a few deep breaths and then checked your appearance in the window again. No yellow. You turned around, whining when his now softening member slid out of you again, making even more of a mess of you.

His cum was dribbling down your thighs, your juices covering his shaft that was practically glistening in the artificial light inside his study. Will remained silent—he must have still been processing what had just happened.

“We should take this to your bedroom where it’s more comfortable?” The Reverend nodded. Out of breath, he scooped you up like a bride, making you chuckle, and then brought you to his bedroom.

Once there, he tucked you in like you were the most precious thing in the world and then left you for a moment only to return with a damp towel to help you clean up. You beamed at him.

“This, uh… I can assure you this isn’t how confessions normally go.”

“You don’t say?” Grinning wickedly, you waved him towards you, allowing him to wrap you both in his blanket once he had climbed into the bed as well. “I would offer you the spare bed in the room downstairs but…”

You chuckled. “Yeah, that offer is rather redundant now.” He paused, and, for a while, just looked at you. He looked at you with his blue eyes so full of affection, you couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him before he extinguished the lights.

“Promise me you will tell me more about yourself tomorrow. And… I might be a vicar but for you to trust a strange man to take you to his home and then allow him to…”

“Well… I’m not like other women, am I?”

“Did God send you to me?” He murmured, stroking your cheek. You smiled. God had nothing to do with it but for now, you would let him have his peace. “He must have. It feels right to have you in my arms.”

It felt right to be in his arms. And when he fell asleep, you swore to yourself that he would never have to feel lonely again.

The next morning, you woke earlier than Will. Watching him sleep for a while, you traced his features with your fingertips until he stirred and squinted his eyes at the bright sunlight flooding the room. Still naked, you stretched and then leaned in closer to him to inhale his scent. Forest, sea, wood, old books… he smelled amazing. Like life. Like pure life.

“Good morning…” He smiled. “I was worried you might have been a dream.”

“I take it you don’t often invite strange women to your house and let them seduce you,” you said in response, grinning devilishly at him.

Will laughed. “Certainly not, no. My flock will condemn me to hell if they learn of this. Come closer.”

It would be absurd to claim you loved him. You barely knew him after all. But then again, things worked a little different for you. You had been listening to this man for a while now, heard all about his sorrows and his pain… you knew him.

And he had your heart, whether they would call it love or not.

A whimper escaped your lips when he raised an eyebrow in an almost mischievous manner and pushed his hand between your thighs. He quickly found what he was looking for. You were not about to say no to some passionate morning sex. Biting your lower lip, you attempted to turn around so he could do something about that growing erection between his own legs.

“Don’t turn away from me again, my dove.” He murmured your name sleepily. “I want to look you in the eyes when I make love to you.”

Biting your lower lip, you considered it for a moment. Was it too early? His loving gaze was warming your heart. He had held you like treasure—and you had never felt this appreciated before. He must have thought you were an angel without wings that had been sent to him.

Still, it was a wave of panic that flooded you once you grew wet for him. Burying your face in the pillow, you spread your legs further for him, hoping that he would let it go. You could hear the sheets ruffle, his delicious treatment never stopping.

You moaned when he whispered your name and turned your face towards his with his free hand, wanting to see your reactions. What you did not expect was for him to plunge himself into you with but one deep thrust, causing your eyes to fly wide open from the sudden surge of pleasure coursing through your veins.

You knew they were yellow the moment you watched his expression fall, shock distorting his beautiful features. Fuck.

“What…”

“Will… don’t be scared. Let me explain.”

“Jesus Christ and Mother of God…” He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again. You had to disappoint, it was no dream. Will withdrew entirely. He sat up straight, the blanket sliding off his chest.

The urge to pounce on him and lick every inch of his skin grew with every passing second but the horror on his face held you back.

“What… are you?” He asked slowly, calmly. You pressed your lips together to a thin line. “You are not human.” He stated the obvious. Then, suddenly, he buried his face in his hands.

“No. I am not. You…” You paused. “You are taking this a lot more composed than I thought you would.”

“What are you?” He repeated even though you were certain that a part of him already knew. Perhaps some other part was hoping he was wrong. But angels did not have cat-like yellow eyes.

“I am a… demoness. Will…” You reached for his hands, taken aback when he flinched away and practically jumped out of bed as if he had only just realised that he was still sharing the bed with you.

“This isn’t possible. I’m dreaming. I’m hallucinating. I’ve lost my mind.” You heard him say as he put on his trousers. When he finally looked up to meet your gaze, to those eyes that had now returned to their original colour, the affection you had seen sparkling in his was all but gone, replaced with disgust and hostility.

“No, I’m real. Will, I’m real. I heard you pray.” You explained weakly. “I know I’m probably not who you expected.”

“I asked God for help.”

“Do you think he is the only entity out there? You asked the universe for help, you sent a cry for help. And I heard you.”

“You are a creature from hell.” He choked out.

“I’m not a creature!” You snapped. “Hell doesn’t ex… it’s not… well, it’s a bit complicated for the human mind to understand the first time around. I come from a realm below you, that is correct. But I didn’t emerge from eternal hellfire. Will, let me explain it to you. As a man of God, you must think I am evil. I am not. Demons, we are… we are neutral, we don’t… See… even the devil, this creature you think punishes unfortunate souls isn’t real. Satan is a title if anything. Most demons don’t give a damn about making humans pay for their sins.”

“And you?” He spat. Your heart skipped a beat. His tone was stern. Almost hateful.

“I’m neutral. I see the good in people and I see the bad in people. And I saw the good in you…” You added sadly.

“Did you… did you feed off my energy?” He barked.

“What? No. I’m not a succubus. I enjoy intimacy like any other woman does. Will, I came because…” You paused. He wasn’t listening. Not really. The bible had taught him that you were evil and brought about pain and death and bad luck.

He… he was judging you. William Ransome, the kind man you knew saw the good in every living being. His eyes were filled with hatred for you, and strangely, it was not anger you felt. It was disappointment and grief. Like he had just taken your heart and broken it into a million pieces. You had been so convinced that he was different, that he would understand you. You had not done him any harm, now had you? You had spent a night full of love and passion together, and you had talked.

“Why did you invite me into your home, Will? You said I seem like a kind soul. There was something magical between us right from the moment we met. I know you felt it too.”

“You tricked me. You compelled me. Else… I would never have… I…” With an angry grunt, he reached for the holy water on his nightstand and sprinkled it all over you. He appeared shocked when it didn’t make you recoil in pain.

“Please… we sat in church together. Do you truly believe that some stale water will do me any harm?” The words hovered in the air for a little while. He had the books. William Ransome knew how to banish a demon. He knew what he had to do if he truly wanted you gone. Your heart ached at the mere thought of it.

Tearing up, you took a deep breath. You didn’t mean to upset him any further.

“Get back to whatever hellhole you crept out of or I will banish you. Leave me, and leave this town.”

The first tears came rolling down your cheek then, worsening your sight. You sniffed, noticing the sudden shift of energies in the room. Whatever he had felt for you just a moment ago, it was gone for now.

With your lower lip shaking, you climbed out of bed. His eyes widened when you used black magic to put your clothes back on—like black fog they melted onto your body as if they had never been gone. You looked down, facing the wooden floor.

And then, before your heart could break entirely, you disappeared into thin air.

They had always warned you about humans. About how they were not to be trusted, unreasonable, unpredictable—believing in a book full of witchcraft but refusing to acknowledge the Wiccans and pagans who came to ask you, demons, for guidance.

But then there was you—blind to the warnings, too intrigued and madly in love with a man whose whispered prayers you had secretly been listening to. The glimmer of hope had been all but cruel, painful, that short moment of pure bliss, however… you took a deep breath. It had been worth it.

And for just a second, so you knew, Will had not felt lonely anymore either. Perhaps this was the reason why you found yourself in church again the same evening, after wandering about in the shadows, hidden from the villagers and even their pets.

You would respect his wishes and accept his belief. That you were evil, not to be trusted, brought about bad luck and death—even if it hurt. That, however, did not mean, that you could leave this silly human priest behind without saying your farewell.

Perhaps he had cooled down by now. Perhaps when you came to say goodbye, the last expression you’d remember would not be the hateful stares he had met you with only hours ago. It was wishful thinking, was it not? But then again, you had always been a rather masochistic demoness.

You didn’t know for sure he was going to be there but your heart cried tears of relief when you heard his whispers in the darkness of the church. He hadn’t lit a single candle to guide his way. There he stood, by the altar, looking down at his hands, with only the pale moonlight fighting its way through the windows lighting up his surroundings.

“Will…”

The Reverend froze, and you couldn’t blame him. Demons moved as quiet as a cat. Several heartbeats passed in which he remained quiet.

“I am a fool,” he said then, breaking the silence and turning around to face you. “I didn’t believe there was a serpent. And I didn’t believe that demons would still walk on Earth to this day, not anymore. I am a fool for not believing my flock. I’m supposed to protect them from evil and now, I shared my bed with…” Whatever he meant to say, he stopped himself. Whether it was because he saw the pained expression on your face or because of an entirely different reason, you could not tell.

“I was lonely,” he continued. “I admit that. You came to me and took advantage of that.”

It was only then you realised what he was holding in his hands. A small silver box with ancient engravings, found in almost every single church—one of the few tools to banish a demon and trap their soul inside forever to keep them from doing harm.

You closed your eyes for a second and you shook your head, new hot tears forming in your eyes and threatening to roll down your cheeks. And it seemed Will did not fail to notice your reaction.

Swallowing thickly, you spoke. Even though you were on the verge of falling apart. “Have you ever considered that maybe I was lonely too? That I thought, hey… maybe we can be lonely together? I didn’t care who you are, or what you are. A man of God. I believed you to be different. But I was clearly wrong about you. I watched you, you know. The man in front of you could be a murderer and you’d still find a way to understand them, find a way to forgive them. You believe they’ll get punished for their sins by your god, so you believe it’s only just to meet them without judgement. But this bright morning… I have never felt more judged in my life. Tell me, William. Do you blame the black cat that happens to cross your path for your bad luck? The cat is just trying to cross the road. I was born the way I am. I’m not evil. I don’t bring about pain or death or suffering or mischief. You are being narrow-minded and old-fashioned. You believe in a book that is about a guy who can turn water into wine. Will… please… If you are going to do this, then know that I never meant to cause you any pain.

“I know you might not believe me.” You laughed bitterly. “I barely believe myself. But I have grown to love you in a way that goes beyond the human concept of affection. We might have spent only one night together but for me, that was enough to realise that I want you to be mine. I have watched you for so long, I emphasised with you. Yes, Will. I love you. A demoness loves you. Unconditionally.”

Slowly, to not startle him, you approached him, waiting for him to make a move. He was shaking. His hands were trembling so much the silver box was rattling, the irritating sound echoing through the church. You looked back up—and realised that he too was crying. With a loud clatter, the box fell to the ground and you breathed out. He couldn’t do it.

“And even if we part now, know that I will always look out for you.” Your smile was weak, stained by your tears. Holding back a sob, you stood on your toes to kiss him—to taste his lips just one last time before returning to a life of loneliness and pain… and watching him daily, making sure he was okay.

Your second sob escaped your lips before you had a chance to stop it. Will was reciprocating the kiss and when he pulled you into his arms, unwilling to let you go, it almost felt like he meant to mend your heart again from how he had wronged you.

“I’m a vicar,” he murmured when he broke away, “how can this be right?”

“Does it feel right?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“And that’s what scares you.” Your voice was but a mere whisper against his lips. Will nodded.

“Stay,” he suddenly said. “For now. And we’ll…” He took a deep breath. “We’ll figure something out. I don’t want you to leave. I have been praying for a miracle and maybe…” He didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t have to.

You smiled. Yes. You’d figure something out.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Now... what do you think, do we need a Part II? Because I think we do! ;-)

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