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The great stone chapel in the cities center was in desperate need of a good scrubbing, the off-white marble looked more brown and had more streaks of grime than a goth has running mascara in a heavy downpour. But there was something that smelled so deliciously sweet, like freshly baked cinnamon buns right out of the oven, that it drew the young demon to the supposedly holy place (the chapel’s consecration was gone, it offered no protection and was no longer a place humans could try and communicate with the divine). This late at night, when the streets were devoid of mortal life and whispered promises of violence should anyone be brave enough to venture the shadow-filled paths, Caelus expected the fancy church to be equally devoid of life and locked up tight. To his surprise the heavy oaken doors opened without so much a squeak in the hinges.
If you’ve seen one chapel built in the old world, you’ve seen them all as far as most demons were concerned; he boredly looked at the intricate stained glass that had been made hundreds of years ago, the marble statue of the virgin Mary elicited no more emotion than a rock in someone’s garden, the carefully preserved paintings may as well have been a child’s sidewalk chalk scribbles. Rounding the corner into the main area of the chapel, perfectly spaced, hand carved, mahogany pews dating to the 1800s lined the sides of the sanctuary, the red carpet running down the center of the room looked brand new, the entire building appeared to be illuminated by candles, even the massive, rod iron chandeliers had candles burning softly in place of modern light bulbs, the gentle glow of the fire cast the room in an atmosphere of peace even as the flickering lights made the shadows dance, not a speck of dust could be found anywhere in the room. Had the demon been more experienced he would have realized this chapel was too perfect.
Behind the pulpit, at a tiered table filled with red votive candles, stood a priest in a cleric shit and cassock, lighting the candles one by one with a long, thin stick, his back turned to the demon boldly striding down between the pews. The priest’s hair was long, graying in a strange way (from the tips) and hung loosely around his shoulders, cascading down his back save a few braids pulled back and held with a clip that looked like two interlocking crescent moons. Unbeknownst to the cocky hellspawn, the supposed holy man was trying to suppress a grin with every step that took the demon deeper into the formerly blessed building.
“Good evening, Father~” Caelus purred, he’d found the source of that tantalizing scent—the surprised priest who just about jumped out of his skin when the demon spoke, “I’m surprised to find someone here so late at night” he had to stop himself from licking his lips, he wanted to take a bite of this sweet morsal
“Ah, g-good evening” the ‘holy’ man faked the shock in his voice, “You startled me, I wasn’t expecting anyone to visit…” he tried to look nonthreatening, his prey so close but not close enough, “What can I do for you, my son?” he asked while shaking the stick to put it out
“I was hoping to receive guidance, temptation has been harder to resist as of late” The hellspawn didn’t hide the way he admired the priest before him, when he stopped before the pulpit, just to the side of the altar, he saw something flash in the human’s eyes but had no idea what it was or meant, so he ignored it (mistake) “But maybe giving in would be best? Perhaps you’d like to give into temptation with me, father?” he grinned, letting his fangs show and golden eyes glow
The ‘priest’ chuckled low in his throat, making the demon falter for a moment “Not much for foreplay, are you beasty?” he asked as he pulled the backwards collar free, walking closer to the hellspawn, “Not even going to try and get a name?”
“…Not usually one to ask my dinner its name, you don’t name the cow you plan to eat” Caelus narrowed his eyes, the holy man was unbuttoning his shirt one handed, “I’m also not used to my food walking to the slaughterhouse on its own”
“Ah my dear, naïve, stupid, demon… You aren’t the predator here~” with a snap of his fingers, the shadows that had been dancing in the candle light solidified into tentacles, a strange pattern that resembled eyes decorating them, surging for the demon who was too surprised to move, binding his limbs so he was forced to kneel before the ‘human’ “Now, normally I would just give you to my ‘shadow’ and be done with you, but something about you… tell me, what is your name?”
“It’s Ja—AGH” Caelus hissed as a burning sensation erupted across his back, like he’d had holy water thrown on him but nothing had hit him, as the feeling passed a compulsion came over him, forcing him to say his true name out loud “Cae…lus…” he grit out, trying to stop himself,
Taking a seat on the pulpit steps, his shirt open—the muscles underneath looked like they’d been hand sculpted by Michelangelo, and not a man who spent all of his time in a church, “You have an unusual name ‘Caelus’ I’m not familiar with it, but I like the sound of it… you can call me Ashveil—and before you try anything, that’s nowhere close to my real name~”
“How the fuck did your shirt make you look so slender?” Caelus asked, forgetting his predicament, and braincells, wanting to devour the man before him in an entirely different way “I don’t think the buttons will even reach each other now, goddamn…”
“…” the priest, Ashveil was struck dumb at the sudden question before he broke into laughter, a deep blush tinted the demons’ cheeks when he realized he’d said that out loud
“…you don’t have to laugh that hard…” the hellspawn pouted, his chill and suave mask completely broken, he weakly glared at the half-dressed priest
Trying to reign himself in, Ashveil took deep breaths “I-I wondered if that was an act” he laughed again before smirking at the bound and blushing demon “You’re rather cute, you know that?” he wanted to run his fingers through the beasts impossibly soft looking grey hair, “Can you purr? You like you purr” the fake priest asked out of nowhere
“W-what?” Caelus sputtered, “I am a demon from the 6th layer of hell!”
“Who happens to be absolutely adorable…” standing from where he’d been sitting, the ‘priest’ finished taking his shirt off, the demons eyes locking on the strange prosthetic that replaced his right arm, binding runes etched into the unknown material, the ‘holy’ mans smirk—a touch feral, widened before his wings (at least six of them) spread out behind him, the feathers as black as a moonless night, “I’ve decided, I’m not going to kill you” he declared, “I’ll make you my pet instead~”
“…What are you?” The awestruck hellspawn asked, not registering what the non-human had said
“That’s… rather complicated, but, for right now and for simplicity’s sake; I’m a fallen angel” Ashveil shrugged, the limbs holding the demon pulled him up the pulpit and spread him out on the altar, his arms and legs bound to the cold stone
“Well shit… and I’m your golden ticket back into heaven” Caelus sighed, believing he was going to die
“Why the hell would I want to go back there?” the fallen threw the cassock off his pants, before climbing on top of his prey, straddling the demons hips “I just thought it’d be fun to fuck a demon on the altar~” he grinned
“… I’m good with that…” Caelus admitted shyly
Ashveil chuckled while shaking his head, he wrapped his prosthetic hand around the demons neck before he claimed the hellspawns mouth in a violent mockery of a kiss. The fallen forced his tongue into Caelus’ mouth, claiming it as his own, the demon tried to fight for dominance, but his inexperience was blatantly obvious. To his surprise, and shame, Caelus liked the feeling of being controlled, being dominated. He gave up the fight entirely not long after he started it, letting the false holy man flick his tongue against the hellspawns teeth, bite his lips hard enough to draw a little blood, play with his tongue however he liked. When Ashveil pulled back, he took a second to admire the breathless and heavily blushing demon
“You look good like this~” the fallen praised, not missing the shudder than wracked the bound demons body, “You react like a practiced whore, but your movements are sloppy… virgin incubus?” he questioned
“N-no… dealmaker…” Caelus squirmed, his cock achingly hard in his regrettably tight jeans, “Keep going? Please?” he breathlessly begged, his sense of self-preservation gone
“Begging already, baby doll?” Ashveil took hold of the demons shirt in both hands, and tore it to shreds, “I can’t wait to feel you bouncing on my cock, you’ll probably faint before I’m all the way inside of you” he mused, not fully serious
Not giving his prey a chance to reply, Ashveil ducked his head down to take one of Caelus’ rosy buds into his mouth, sucking roughly on the sensitive skin as he twisted the other one viciously. The crying moan his demon let out, how he tried to press closer to the fallen’s mouth and fingers, called to his animalistic nature. He continued his ministrations, switching between the buds in random intervals, making his lover whine and whimper. Wanting to continue, but also wanting to keep pulling those sinfully sweet sounds from Caelus, the fallen called forth more shadow made limbs, Ashveil pulled off his preys chest with a pop, two tentacles that looked a bit like flower buds rose over his shoulders, Caelus whimpered when the ‘buds’ opened to reveal a star fish looking mouth, a thin, pink tongue waving around and some kind of soft spikes on the ‘petals’ of the bloom. The mouthed limbs latched on the demons chest, pulling a surprised gasp from him that devolved into a litany of moans.
His lover’s chest in good hands (mouths?) Ashveil kissed and nipped his way down Caelus’ abdomen, stopping occasionally to suck deep marks into his pale skin, the porcelain like canvas blooming brightly as soon as the former angel pulled away. Caelus’ tight skinny jeans received the same treatment as his shirt, the denim tearing like tissue paper in Ashveil’s hands. The fallen made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat when he saw his pet was wearing underwear (at least they were tight boxer briefs that outlined the demons cock nicely, the muscled and flexing trash cans dotting the cloth were questionable however) he pulled back, gripped the hellspawns face with one hand, squishing his cheeks and making him look like a pouting fish
“From now on you can only wear thongs, G-strings, jockstraps or nothing” Ashveil growled lowly in his throat, the sound purely animalistic “When I want to fuck you, I don’t want to have to take off more than your pants, understand?” his demon nodded his head as best he could in the fallens tight grip, his pleasure filled whimper muffled by his lovers hand “Good boy” he praised “You’re a natural slut, it won’t be hard to get you addicted to my cocks~” he darkly promised as he let go of his lovers face
Two tentacles made short work of the thin cotton protecting Caelus’ modesty, his cock sprang up, the length trembling and beading precum continuously as the pearlescent drops ran down the length. Ashveil licked his lips before he took the demons member into his mouth, deep throating him from the start. Caelus arched his back, a scream of pleasure ripped from his throat, the mouthed tentacles pressed him back down to the altar, much stronger than their thin, vine like appearance would suggest. The fallen savored the taste of his demon, there was an addictive taste he couldn’t put a name too, but it made a single word flash through his mind “mate”.
Did we find him? Ashveil asked in his own mind, he felt his shadow struggle to form words
Y-eS, hE… is… OuRS the shadow answered back,
The fallen smiled (as best he could with a cock buried in his throat), he pulled back, sucking the length as hard as he could, loving the way his demon trembled and moaned, he had to move a tentacle to wrap around the smaller mans waist to hold him down. Ashveil started a brutal pace when he swallowed Caelus’ cock again, he felt his tongue change shape becoming longer and more serpent like while also gaining a rougher texture. Judging by the way his hellspawn was shaking like a leaf, constant moans interspersed with pleas of ‘more’ and ‘Ash’, he very much enjoyed the sudden change to the dexterous muscle. He spread his demons legs apart, more shadow made limbs wrapping around the smaller mans thighs to hold him open, exposing his tight furl, before pressing his lubed (where the fuck did he get the lube?) finger’s to the grey-haired beasts entrance, rubbing around it until it softened enough for his middle finger to press inside, his lover whimpered at the feeling.
“You’re so damn tight” Ashveil groaned as he came off of his demons cock with a pop, “Are you actually a virgin?” he grinned a bit manically when Caelus shyly nodded, averting his eyes “My adorable demon is still pure?” the fallen teased, making his lover roll his eyes, “I’ll introduce you to the best kind of sin, and corrupt you into my perfect little slut~” he promised darkly, chuckling when his demon whimpered
Caelus was reduced to a trembling, sobbing mess; tears ran freely from his watery eyes, he couldn’t stop any of his noises if he tried, the ‘flowers’ alternated between sucking on his nipples to laving them with their thin, string-like tongues, his fallen angel was kissing up and down his steel hard cock, suckling the tender skin in seemingly random spots that turned out to be incredibly sensitive, he moaned low in his throat as a second finger pressed past his tight rim, the fake priest scissoring and thrusting the digits with practiced ease. The demon tried to arch his back when those talented fingers struck something deep inside of him that made stars dance in his eyes, his breath hitching mid sigh
“There it is~” Ashveil grinned, he focused on that little bundle of nerves, striking and rubbing around it every time he thrust his fingers inside, he took his demons cock back into his mouth, working the shaft like it was his 9-5, he loved playing with his preys body, his lovers submissiveness calling his own animalistic and dominant side
“A-ash… Ashv-veil, close” Caelus whimpered, racing towards his peak, his former angel winked at him before taking him down his throat and thrusting his fingers faster, the demon came hard shouting his lover’s name
“Fuck, you sound so good when you cum” the fallen praised, his voice unaffected despite trying to suck his lover’s soul(?) through his cock, he kept moving his fingers adding a third before his demon came down from his high, “Can you feel how your tight hole tries to hold onto my fingers when I pull them out? Might have to keep you stuffed with a dildo, I don’t think a plug will be enough for my slutty boy” he teased,
“E-enough, I-I’m ready! Give me your c-cock!” Caelus demanded while begging, he spread his legs wider, “Hurry~”
“Greedy whore” Ashveil threaded his prosthetic hand into his demons hair, yanking the grey strands roughly making the smaller man bear his neck, “You need to learn how to beg for my dick before I fuck you~”
“Please, gimme your stupid cock!” Caelus demanded, desperate to feel the older(?) man inside of him
“Disobeying me will get you punished” the fallen warned, something flashing in his eyes, “Last chance; beg for me to fuck you” he ordered
Curious about the ‘punishment’ (he was from the punishment center of the nine realms), Caelus pressed his luck, “Fuck me already, before I find someone else”
Ashveil’s expression visibly darkened, making the demon swallow nervously and second guess his discission, before he could try to apologize or do as the fallen had said Caelus was yanked into the air, the two vine like limbs finally released his abused nipples. The tentacles forced his legs back, his inhuman flexibility working against him as his ankles were crossed and bound behind his head, his arms were pulled together behind him and his forearms were tightly wrapped to his biceps, thinner tentacles wrapped around the meat of his arms and legs, spaced roughly five inches apart, tying him up like a Christmas ham, and a flatter limb covered his eyes blocking his vision and leaving him in pitch-black darkness. Bound so completely he could barely twitch his fingers, Caelus should have been terrified; instead he wanted more, he wanted to know what his lover would do to him. He couldn’t feel himself being lowered back to the altar, the tentacles moving him slowly, he gasped when his lower back made contact with the smooth marble, the tentacles holding him up (kind of in a slouched sitting position) so he wasn’t crushing his bound arms, the once sacred stone had chilled rapidly without two men on top of it.
Aside from the demons heavy breathing, the sanctuary was silent; Caelus couldn’t hear his fallen moving around, couldn’t even feel him close by, it was like the older(?) man had left him alone after binding him so tightly. Was this the punishment? Being tied up in the fake holy man’s shadow made limbs, every sensitive bit exposed to the air (that felt much colder than did when he first entered the church), harder than steel, his hole twitching—wanting something, anything from his lover, to force it’s way inside, and abandoned? Already filled with remorse, Caelus was about to call out his fallen angels name, ready to beg him to come back at the very least touch him innocently so he knew he wasn’t alone, when he heard something cutting through the air, the sound followed by a sharp stinging across his ass,
“AH!” Caelus yelped, he’d have jumped if he could move, “A-ash?” another whip, this time further up his thighs, “FUCK!” A dark chuckle that made heat pool in the demon’s belly reached Caelus, his breath hitching as he tried to listen closely. Another swat made him grunt, whatever was hitting him was dangerously close to hitting his sack
A large hand ran up and down one of his thighs, soothing the sting “Disobeying me was enough to get a punished” Ashveil said, his voice somehow deeper and more feral sounding, “But saying you would go ‘find somebody else to fuck you’” his laugh held promises of pain, the demon was already aching for it “That, my little bitch, was a very bad idea” Caelus heard something being broken, like a chopstick being snaped in half, his fallen then put two thin pieces of wood on either side of his nipple, secured it with a tiny rubber band on each end so the wood would tightly pinch the already teased bud, he then did the same to the other nipple, once the other bud was being crushed between the wood, Ashveil stepped back from his demon and hid his presence again.
“I-I’m sorry!” Caelus whimpered, “I won’t d-do it again!” another whip from whatever his fallen was using made the demon cry out in pain, the last hit striking across his taint
“Poor baby” Ashveil mocked, “A tiny bit of pain and you become a pathetic, trembling, mess” he used the end of his whipping tool, the item was thin and felt like it was made of wood, “As punishment, I’m going to whip you ten times, if you make a sound I start over. I’ll be merciful and let you gasp or breath heavily, nothing else” the fallen explained, he smirked to himself when his demon nodded vigorously,
The first hit struck Caelus across the ass, the fallen counted ‘one’ out loud, he managed not to yell out but had to bite his tongue to do so, with his vision obstructed every touch, every bit of pain was intensified tenfold. The second was isolated his right thigh, hitting from the underside of his knee to just below his ass rather than across the muscle like the ones before, a whimper fell unbidden from the demons tightly clenched lips
“Only two” Ashveil made a clicking sound with his tongue, “We’ll never finish your punishment at this rate” he scolded. Again, the first strike was across the demons ass, the second along his thigh (the left one this time) Caelus made through two more before the fifth made him scream, the switch landing directly on his sack. “Five, better but not good enough” the fallen repeated the same pattern, his demon sobbing on the fifth one once more “Really? Shouldn’t a demon have better pain tolerance?” Ashveil mocked. Again the hits came in the same pattern, Caelus was able to hold in his scream on the fifth strike this time, tears were streaming down his face, the tentacle not blocking the droplets, the sixth was harder and landed in the crease where his thigh and butt cheek met, the seventh landed on his taint, the smallest hiss of pain slipped past the demons bitten lips,
Ashveil sighed long and low, like he was suffering a monotonous task, “Is this too difficult for you?” he mockingly asked, sounding like he was scolding an underling at work “Can’t handle just ten whips from a tiny stick without sobbing like a weak bitch?” he clicked his tongue again, “That’s just fucking pathetic. I’ll try this one last time, if you can’t stay quiet just zap yourself back to Hell”
“P-Pl-Please…” Caelus sobbed, he was trying so hard to be good, “I c-can do it” his voice broke on the last word, he was suffering but his cock was also drippling precum like a faucet, a single stroke to the shaft and he’d cum immediately, loving the sadistic treatment
“We’ll see” the fallen said, sounding like he didn’t believe the demon.
Caelus had made it through the to the ninth hit, the eight striking the base of his cock just above the sack, and the ninth landed on his puffy entrance. He was panting like he’d been running a marathon in Arizona in the middle of July, but he hadn’t made another sound. The sound of the wooden switch creaking made him brace himself, knowing this would be the hardest one yet, he preemptively bit his bottom lips. The tenth whip struck the length of his cock, from his already tortured sack, up the bottom of the shaft, the tip struck his tip with such force Caelus thought he might have blacked out for a second from the intense pain. He tasted blood, his teeth sinking into his lip, but other than breathing heavily he didn’t make a sound even as his bound body quivered like a leaf in a tornado.
The tentacle covering his eyes withdrew, the demon blinking in the low light, trying to see through his tears. Gentle kisses were placed all over his face; his temples, cheeks, eye lids, forehead, everywhere was softly kissed as Ashveil murmured praise to his hellspawn
“Good boy, so good for me, you took it so well” the fallen had his extra limbs release his demon, a few—colder than the others to soothe the angry flesh, rubbed and massaged where he had hit Caelus, “You doing ok? Tell me if you need anything, whatever you want I’ll get it for you” Ashveil promised, his heart melting when his hellspawn snuggled into his bare chest, the smaller mans hands shyly resting on the fallens hips, he held the demon closer, wrapping him in his wings
“Anything?” Caelus asked after a minute
“Absolutely, if it exists on this plane I can get it for you. Anything from the other 8 realms will take me a bit of time” Ashveil kissed his demon, licking over his split lip and trying not to moan at the taste
“Will you fuck me?” the demon whispered, had he not been in the fallen angel’s arms the taller man wouldn’t have been able to hear him, “Please?” he added
“Of course, baby doll” another quick kiss to his hellspawns lips, “Here, or would you like to taken on a bed?”
“Here, on the altar… I need to feel you in me, I feel so fucking empty” Caelus groaned when the chilled tentacle that had wrapped itself around his cock and ball warmed suddenly, the strange limb massaging the abused member, “D-don’t play with my dick, I’ll cum to quickly” he moaned
“Cum as much as you want, you’ve more than earned it” Ashveil laid his lover back onto the altar, climbing on top of him before his demon could miss his warmth, “Let me stretch you a little bit,” he murmured as one of his tentacles handed him a bottle of lube
“… Human’s make flavored sex lubricant?” Caelus asked, seeing pineapples, coconuts and some leafy thing on the bottle when his fallen popped the cap,
“They do, not my thing honestly but I had to raid one of Sunday’s stashes in here, his hound really likes them” Ashveil explained as he warmed the pina colada flavored lube on his fingers, he was glad his demon hadn’t tightened up too much during the punishment, the smaller man taking three of his fingers fairly easily. With his clean hand, the fake priest finally undid his pants, sighing in relief when his cock sprang free “that feels so much better” he practically moaned,
His demon didn’t hear him, Caelus was too busy staring at the older(?) mans member, the cock was girthy, long, and alien looking; the head was thick, bulbous, flatter than a human’s would be and wide as hell, a medial ridge lined the underside, the ridge had varying rounded peaks, the shaft had what looked like hard plates than covered most of the cock (save the under ridge) creating sinfully enticing layers that look like they’ll pull on his rim perfectly, and at the base was an engorged knot, the organic plug even wider than the head, the head was a pinkish purple that faded to his pale skin tone closer to the bottom of the shaft,. His fallen angels member looked like it could ruin him, and he needed it inside of him now.
“Fuck me” Caelus moaned, looking into his lovers eyes, “Please, fuck me right now,” he begged wantonly
“Guess you aren’t weirded out…” Ashveil sighed while chuckling, he withdrew his fingers and slicked himself with the left over lube on his hand before lining the stupidly fat head with his demon’s hole, the hellspawn grasped under his knees to hold himself open and give his lover more room, “Excited?” the fallen teased
“Yes, put it in, pleeease fuck me~” the demon begged, “You can punish me for being a needy slut later, just give me your cock, ruin me for anyone else!”
Ashveil pressed inside his lover slowly, knowing he was a lot to take, “I’ll never punish you for being a whore for me,” he practically growled as the thick head popped inside, “Fuck you’re tight!”
“F-fuck…” Caelus panted, just the head was inside, and he was sure he’d be left with a permanent gape. He whimpered as his fallen pushed further inside, he’d been right about the layered plates, each ridge pressed deliciously against his stretched rim and against his tender insides, the medial ridge felt like pure sin was sliding into him, each peak stretching him more as they pushed into his hole, “S-so b-big” he stuttered, mind melting
Feeling the engorged knot kiss his puffy rim made Caelus moan like a professional camboy, he whined when his lover paused instead of pushing it inside (even though he was pretty sure the older(?) man was almost in his throat he was so deep)
“Not yet, Baby doll” Ashveil moaned, “It’s not full yet, and it will lock us together for a bit. You’ll get my knot when I fill you with my seed” he promised. The fallen gripped his demons hips tightly, bruises guaranteed to form by morning, and licked his lips, looking at his lover like he was a five course meal, “Ready?” he asked, voice filled with gravel
“Fuck yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Caelus begged, his back arched almost painfully as his fallen angel withdrew, the layered plates felt like heaven sent sin, the curve of the taller mans cock absolutely perfect, and the wide as hell head forcing his walls further apart, “D-don’t be gentle, pound me, use me, break me, I don’t care just fuck me hard!” he demanded as the thick head pulled on his rim,
“What my slutty whore wants, he gets” Ashveil chuckled darkly, before slamming back inside. His demon screamed as he came, painting his own chest in his spend, some landing on his face, the fallen groaned low in his throat “Goddammit… you feel incredible when you cum” he growled
Setting an absolutely brutal pace, especially for a virgin, Ashveil didn’t give his hellspawn a chance to recover (Caelus didn’t want one), pounding the smaller man like he was a toy he could just replace if he broke, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating around the once holy sanctuary mixing with their moans and (Caelus’) screams of ecstasy. With his prostate constantly stimulated, the demon came twice more—untouched, begging for his fallen angels knot each time, he felt how wide it had gotten—taking his lover’s fist would probably be easier, and was desperate to feel it forcing it’s way into him.
“Pl-please” Caelus half moaned half screamed, he was approaching his third orgasm since they’d started fucking and his lover hadn’t cum once, his vision was already blurry, he worried he was going to pass out before he got to take that huge knot, “C-cum in-inside!” he begged, tears staining his cheeks
“Close, baby doll” Ashveil growled, he bent his demon into a mating press, his thrusts getting impossibly faster and rougher, using his thumbs to spread the younger(?) man’s hole a little wider, he started to press his knot inside a little more on each brutal thrust, “Going to fill you up, stuff you full of my cum” he panted,
Caelus couldn’t do anything but take every brutal thrust, each violent push inside stabbed his prostate with surgical precision, the medial ridge with its perfect rounded peaks scrapped against it with each push and pull. Feeling like he was about to cum again, his vision starting to darken slightly around the edges, Caelus grasped the base of his cock with both hands, desperate to feel his fake priest fill him. The hellspawn got his wish when that devilishly huge knot finally pushed all the way inside, he let go to cum with his lover, Ashveil came with a shout of his demons name and continued to grind against demon to draw their highs out longer. Caelus felt every pulse, every twitch, and every boiling ribbon of cum as his fallen finally came inside of him, the feeling of that stupidly thick knot locking them together had him addicted instantly. Against his will, Caelus felt himself losing consciousness, Ashveil pressed one last kiss to his lips as darkness took him under
“Sleep, my precious mate; I’ll take care of you,” he whispered into his softly slumbering demons ear, as he pulled the smaller man up into his lap, making them both comfortable while Ashveil waited for his knot to go down. Caelus wrapped his arms around his fake priests shoulders, nuzzled into his neck and began to purr, making his lover smile “I knew you’d be able to purr”
Close to an hour later, just as the sun was beginning to paint the sky in soon to be brilliant shades of reds, pinks, and oranges, Ashveil was finally able to pull out without hurting himself or Caelus. He fixed his pants, and wrapped his demon in his abandoned shirt (his lover’s ass was exposed when he carried him bridal style, so he wrapped his Cossack around the smaller mans waist. Stepping into the churches courtyard, wanting nothing more than to cuddle his mate and sleep for most of the day, the fake priest ran into the ‘grounds keeper’, the burly man carrying a mop and bucket with a wide smirk on his face
“Well, well, well” Gallagher sarcastically said, “What do we have here? An ordained priest breaking his vow of chastity with a male demon, the scandal! The unholiness!” he finished with a laugh, making the fallen angel shake his head
“We both know no one who lives here should be anywhere near consecrated ground, and isn’t a vow of celibacy? Do they mean the same thing?” his burly friend shrugged, making an ‘I don’t know’ sound’, he’d google it later for now he nodded towards the bucket, “what’s that for?”
“I heard your cute little…” Gallagher tilted his head in question
“Mate” Ashveil said with a sweet smile as he looked down at the still purring demon in his arms, “He’s my mate”
His eyes widened before the supposed grounds keeper but a hand on the false priests shoulder, “Congratulations Ash,” he said genuinely “You’ve been waiting for him for a long time, I’m glad you’ve finally found each other” he smiled broadly as he pulled his hand back “I’m making drinks tonight once everyone is back, gotta give your mate a proper welcome after all”
“Like you need a reason to break out the booze” the fallen angel teased, “You bartend at least three times a week”
“Yeah, but I’ll break out the top shelf stuff I usually save for me and Sunday” the werewolf looked towards the sky, “Get inside, we don’t have neighbors, but we do have religious folk that came here at dawn, I’ll clean up any mess ya’ll left in the chapel”
“I think I got it all with my shadow, but I appreciate a second look. Oh, I owe you a new bottle of pina colada flavored lube,”
“Good stuff, ain’t it?”
“Still prefer the unflavored, but it has a good slide”
The odd pair said goodbye, Gallagher singing the pina colada song as he went into the chapel as Ashveil shook his head while laughing. The fallen angel looked at his mate sleeping soundly in his arms, his heart warming at the sight.