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The mass remains in silence as the man on the altar delivers his preachings, holding tight his rosary as the other one has his holy book closer to his chest. Father Phainon’s eyes dart over the crowd of heads hanging low as they listen to him. Smirking with no one noticing, the priest continues his sermon in steady breaths.
“We live in an age where sin feels ordinary, creating a blurry distance between God and us.”
A few people of the crowd who attend today’s mass bow their heads whilst crossing themselves as if asking God’s protection.
The white haired priest continues, “God has created boundaries for us for a reason, as the Book of Proverbs has suggested that it is God’s will that you should avoid…”
Father Phainon pauses, eyes looking at the rosary in his hand with a gaze that only he knows the meaning behind it.
“...sexual immorality.”
As the words leave his mouth, flashbacks of what happened last night flood his mind.
Phainon was sitting on the couch in his bedroom with a book in his hand. Muffled sounds and rustling of the bedsheets can be heard from across the room. He had been repeating the same paragraph now, and it annoyed him. As much as he loved to continue his reading, it seemed like he couldn’t do so with the noises in the back getting louder by the time. Fixing his glasses, Phainon closed the book with a thud and set it on the coffee table. Rising from the couch, he made his way to the king-sized bed.
Sprawled beautifully on his bed is none other than Anaxa with a dishevelled look. His hair was a mess, sticking to his face and shoulders. He looked helpless as his hands were bound by a rosary that Phainon recognised all too well. The pointy tail kept on swishing left and right when the demon sensed Phainon’s presence by the bed. As Phainon moved closer to the demon, his ears could catch the buzzing sound, and that made him chuckle. Somehow, this sinful view sent a jolt of pleasure to him, and he could feel himself getting hard in his slacks.
“Enjoying yourself, doll?” the towering figure asked the demon whilst he trailed his fingers on the smooth skin of the demon. Despite being a demon, Anaxa surprisingly has such delicate and fair skin. If more pressure was applied, Phainon knew how the skin would easily bruise.
“Untie me,” the demon snarked back.
Instead of untying the demon as he pleaded, Phainon brought his fingers closer to the wet mess in between Anaxa’s legs. There, he could see the buzzing toy nestled in between Anaxa’s folds. The idea of plugging the demon up with the toy and leaving him on the bed was originally from Anaxa, and Phainon found it amusing how the plan backfired on the demon as he pleaded to Phainon.
Warm fingers inched closer to his clit, and Anaxa held his breath as his eyes glanced downwards, anticipating Phainon’s next move. The priest pressed the tip of his fingers on Anaxa’s sensitive bundle of nerves, which made the demon gasp in sensitivity. The priest’s gaze lingered on him, unreadable yet intense, and Anaxa felt a shiver run through him.
“You’re so wet,” and the point was proven by the webs of fluid dangling in between Phainon’s long calloused fingers.
“Fuck, just get on with it,” Anaxa said as he tried to take out the toy from his cunt.
His head was too fuzzy to even register the heavy sigh escaping Phainon’s mouth. Too busy trying to take out the toy with fumbling hands, the demon didn’t notice the hard look Phainon gave him. Prying Anaxa’s hands away from his aching cunt, the priest held the dainty wrists in a tight grip.
“And who told you that you can take it out?”
Phainon could sense another snarky remark coming from Anaxa, so he opted to grab the end of the toy and push it deeper into Anaxa’s dripping pussy. The action caused the demon to shriek and squeeze his legs; his tail wrapped itself around Phainon’s arm as if begging for mercy. The vibrating end of the toy hit his sensitive spot, which had him arching his back and begging Phainon to stop. He had lost count of how many times he had come that night, and Phainon seemed to force another one from him.
After he’d done toying with Anaxa’s cunt, the priest finally took out the toy and threw it haphazardly. The demon’s pupils were dilated as he took a shuddering breath after reaching his peak. His muscles had barely relaxed when the weight of the priest’s presence loomed closer again. He dared to believe the worst had passed. Bold of him to think that the priest was finally done with him, until the clanking sound of a belt echoed in the silent room.
“We're not done yet, doll. I need to have my fair share, too,” Phainon said as he moved in between Anaxa's legs, hands on the demon's thighs.
With a swift move, Anaxa's legs were placed on Phainon's shoulders, heavy cock lying on the wet pussy beneath him. Moving his hips, Phainon rutted his cock in between Anaxa's folds, the red tip bumped into the demon's swollen clit, sending a wave of pleasure all over Anaxa's body. Squelching sounds reverberated within the spacious bedroom.
“Hngh…” Anaxa moaned, and he could feel his pussy twitching as if it was asking for more despite his mind rejecting it.
“Please, I don't think I can,” the demon said with teary eyes as he looked at Phainon's face.
Although Anaxa said that, Phainon, who had his cock in hand, slapping its tip onto Anaxa's throbbing cunt thought otherwise.
“I don't think you're being honest now. Your mouth is saying one thing, but your cunt is saying another.”
Without giving Anaxa any time to think, Phainon thrust his cock into Anaxa's cunt all the way to the hilt, taking the demon by surprise. A small bump could be seen protruding from Anaxa's stomach. Anaxa, on the other hand, felt like his mind turned blank at the sudden penetration. His hands, which were still bound by the rosary, flew to Phainon’s abs in an attempt to push him away. His walls were contracting and squeezing around the priest’s cock tightly, signalling another orgasm coming.
“Heh, again? I don’t think it’s enough for you, doll.”
The demon didn’t say anything in return; only ragged breaths could be heard from him. He then averted his gaze elsewhere, avoiding the intense stare he could feel from Phainon. Without any warning, Phainon made a little thrust which caused the demon’s tail to swish frantically as he received the stimulation. He then stilled for a moment as if giving Anaxa some time to get used to his size. When the demon finally calmed down and the grip around his cock no longer felt constricting, the priest started to move his hips.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure down Anaxa’s spine. Although he said that he couldn’t take it anymore a few moments ago, the little mewls that flew out of his mouth made it seem like the demon was enjoying it. The priest’s hand moved to Anaxa’s face, swiping the green strand of hair from the demon’s face. Cupping the demon’s cheek, Phainon later lowered himself before planting his face in the crook of Anaxa’s neck whilst folding the demon in half.
“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Phainon whispered sensually.
Anaxa brought his tied hands to Phainon’s chest as he felt the priest’s length slide deeper into him. Anaxa sucked in a ragged breath as Phainon guided his tied hands towards the bump on the demon’s stomach, applying a little pressure, causing Anaxa to let out a broken sound from his throat. He kept his thrusts at a steady pace, building another tension for the demon to experience. Keeping Anaxa’s hands still on his own skin, Phainon asked in a low voice.
“Can you feel that? I’m so deep into you.”
Anaxa’s mind couldn’t form any words; it felt like it was melting. Instead, he moaned when Phainon’s cock hit his sensitive spot. Every slight movement punched a moan out of him, and Anaxa wouldn’t be surprised if he passed out by the end of it. As if he could sense how Anaxa’s mind was somewhere else, the priest then let go of the demon’s hand before he suddenly rubbed Anaxa’s clit using his thumb, adding more stimulation to the punishing thrusts as he picked up his pace.
“T-too much!! Phainon! It’s t-too mu-” Anaxa’s words were cut off as a stream of clear liquid gushed out of his pussy, drenching Phainon’s torso. Some of it splattered onto the priest’s glasses, blurring his sight.
“Shit, you’re definitely something,” Phainon said as he took off his glasses before putting them away.
The priest then dived in, demanding a kiss from the demon, although Anaxa was barely conscious. The demon’s pussy throbbed and pulsed around Phainon’s length, making the priest groan in bliss. He sucked on Anaxa’s soft lips, which were swollen from being bitten, to muffle his moans. Phainon then picked up his pace, chasing his own height of pleasure. Anaxa, who was underneath Phainon, was helpless against him, so he couldn’t do anything but accept the overstimulating ecstasy.
A few more thrusts, Phainon then shoved his length into Anaxa as deep as it would go, and the grip on his cock tightened, signalling a telltale of another orgasm washing over Anaxa. The priest moaned in pleasure as Anaxa’s cunt throbbed around him, sending him over the edge. Anaxa could feel the warmth spreading into his core as the length in his cunt pulsed, milking out waves after waves of cum.
The priest finally pulled out, and he could see his and Anaxa’s spent trickling down Anaxa’s pussy. Using his fingers, he scooped some of the fluid before pushing it back into the demon’s sensitive pussy, earning him a hiss from Anaxa. Seeing how Anaxa still managed to react to him, Phainon thought of testing Anaxa’s own limit. Knowing that Anaxa could take more than this, the priest crooked his fingers inside Anaxa’s cunt, which caused Anaxa, who was almost dozing off, to glance towards him nervously.
“Wha- Phainon, what are you doing? I c-can’t anymore.”
“Come on, doll. I know you can. One more, yeah?”
With his fingers still crooked inside Anaxa, Phainon moved the tip of his fingers to rub on the spongy spot inside the swollen cunt. Anaxa threw his head back in pleasure as Phainon’s long and thick fingers kept on thrusting and stimulating him. The priest applied more pressure, and Anaxa could read his intent. Sensing how relentless Phainon was, Anaxa knew that the guy wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. After a while, the demon could feel the tension building up, and both he and Phainon knew very well what was coming next. With a high-pitched shriek, Anaxa squirted once again as his body arched prettily.
Phainon looked satisfied while watching more damp spots forming on the king-sized bed. His shirt was no exception, as most of it was drenched in Anaxa’s release. Pulling out his fingers, Phainon brought them closer to Anaxa’s face, rubbing the remnant of cum on the demon’s lips. Anaxa didn’t respond as his body still trembled like a leaf. Taking off his shirt completely, the priest then took a spot next to Anaxa, hands gliding over the demon’s warm body. As he pulled Anaxa closer to him, he only then noticed that he still didn’t take off the rosary around the demon’s wrists.
“Oh, let me take it off for you,” Phainon commented as he untied Anaxa’s hands. The demon, who barely had energy left in his body, only glared in return, too wasted to say anything back.
Realising that he might be taking a long pause, Father Phainon continues his preaching and prays to God to always protect and guide them. Despite his mouth muttering words of faith, the deepest part of him knows that he’s no longer on the right path the moment Anaxa appeared out of nowhere. Even now, when he’s displaying good faith on the altar of the church, his mind still manages to wander to a certain green-haired entity.
“You’re such a pretentious hypocrite. Poor these people for believing in you,”
As if he can hear the familiar silky voice laced with temptation whispering in his ears, Phainon’s grip on his rosary tightens with an unsure intent of breaking it or finding solace. Only God knows what Phainon truly thinks in that moment.
-FIN