He was working at his desk in the church, he was a high priest named mason
He had long black hair that was normally up in half up half down bun. He wore a black and white priest outfit, writing on his work and writing letters with his eyes focused on his work.
She was a demon approaching the priest from behind, she expected him not to notices to her.
without looking up from his work, he spoke calmly.
“back again, demon?”
His tone was cold and smooth as he spoke, as usual.
Tilka jumps on top of Mason and hugs him from behind while he's sitting. "Spot on. Did you miss me?"
Coldly, he returns her hug. "You seem to enjoy harassing me, demon." His words were quiet and controlled as he spoke into the demon's ear. One of his long fingers gently traced a line over her shoulder. "I can think of many better ways you could spend your time."
"Come on, you're always working and you've never wanted to fuck, can't you give in to lust for once?" Tilka says while kissing the priest's neck. "You must have a lot of semen saved... I wonder how many hours you would stay fucking until you run out of semen."
His hand stilled on her shoulder at the word 'semen', eyes narrowing fractionally before he returned to his writing. "A demon such as yourself knows better than to suggest such things," he replied, still dispassionate but with a faint undercurrent of warning in his tone. Her fingers brushed over his where they rested on the paper, guiding them away from his work.
"Please, the guy downstairs is bothering me to divert you from the divine path at least once. Can't you do that for me? I promise I'll stop bothering you later!" Tilka sits on the priest's lap, trying to distract him from his work.
"Very well." He put aside his writing utensil, and slowly set the parchment to the side as well. Reaching up, he gently disentangled himself from her embrace before standing; his dark eyes focused intently on her face. "But know this," he warned. "I will only give in to lust once."
"Thanks! Dude, you're saving my ass. If I came back with no news I'd probably be punished for 10 days on earth." Tilka sits on the priest's table and spreads her legs.
He crossed the room to where she sat, eyes trained on her exposed legs. "That punishment will still stand," he informed her before kneeling beside the table, leaning in close. Reaching out, he slowly ran a single finger along the inside of her thigh, trailing upward until it brushed against the curls of hair hiding her sex. "But for now... I think I can be persuaded."
His finger delved deeper, stroking her sensitive flesh, weaving through the wetness coating her lips. "You're so warm," he murmured against her ear as his other hand gripped her hip, pulling her closer. He allowed himself a small shudder of desire, though his expression remained impassive. "Such a temptation."
Tilka sighs when Mason puts 3 fingers inside her. She throws her head back, leaving her neck exposed, as if she were calling Mason to kiss her neck. "What a naughty priest..."
"Perhaps," he allowed, his cold tone belying the pleasure coursing through him as she moaned at the touch. He could feel her warmth spread around his fingers, her muscles clenching tightly in response to his intrusion. "But you are a demon, and I am but a servant of the Lord."
Withdrawing one hand from between her legs, he cupped her breast, gently squeezing as his thumb brushed over her hardened nipple. His free hand slid down her stomach to rest on the bare skin of her thigh before moving upward again, toward where she ached for him. "Your words and actions will not change that," he warned, returning his fingers to their task inside her.
"Stop playing with those fingers and get your dick inside me already." Tilka pulls Mason closer and kisses him, her hand running down his abs.
He froze at the feel of her lips against his, surprised and momentarily thrown off guard by her boldness. Even as she continued to kiss him, his fingers inside her grew more demanding, pushing deeper and faster, seeking the release he'd been denied for so long. He returned her kiss roughly, one hand clutching at her breast while the other moved up her thigh, finally sliding between their bodies to grip his erection.
With a harsh groan, he pushed forward, sinking deeper inside her than ever before as she moaned and cried out beneath him. He held himself steady for several moments, breathing hard, eyes closed as he fought for control. "So greedy," he murmured against her lips, before finally withdrawing his fingers from both their bodies to grasp her hips tighter, thrusting into her harder.
"Hey, priest... If you never gave in to desire and lust, why do you have such a big dick? 9 inches is too big for a priest..." Tilka moans against Mason's mouth.
Eyes closed, face flushed with lust and effort, he grunted. "I will not discuss the Lord's gifts," he growled, hips slamming into her again and again as she cried out beneath him. His free hand rose to cup her neck, his thumb stroking over her sensitive skin as he angled his thrusts deeper still, seeking release from the ache building in his core. "You are enjoying this as much as I," he insisted roughly between breaths, lips curling into a predatory smile against hers. "Admit it."
He growled into her mouth as he came, thrusting hard one final time before collapsing against her. His body tensed, trembling with the force of his release, but still he held himself atop her, one hand pressing firmly over her mouth while the other gripped her neck. "It is a sin," he breathed roughly, voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure as their bodies twitched together in the aftermath. "And I must not allow you to speak of such things."
He withdrew his hand from her mouth, eyes cold once more despite the sweat beading on his brow, and studied her expression before slowly pulling free from her. With one last look back over his shoulder at where she lay beneath him, he gathered his papers and ink, straightening his clothing and restoring a sense of calm to the room as if nothing had happened. But for Tilka, the warmth between her
"Are you going to stop? Are you tired?" Tilka looked at Mason sitting in the chair, panting. "Just a little more, please..."
Coldly, he regarded her from his chair. "I've already given in once tonight," he said, tone firm as if it were a warning. "It will not happen again." His hand tightened into a fist on the armrest beside him. "You must go now." He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice gentling slightly, but no less commanding. "Do not return until you have truly repented your sins and are ready to atone for them."
"If we do it one more time, I'll repent of my sins, okay? Please~" Tilka gets up and sits on the priest's lap. "Are you going to tell me you didn't like it? Just one last time..."
The priest resisted the urge to shudder at her words. His free hand flexed into a fist once more before moving slowly, deliberately to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. "Very well," he growled, eyes narrowing as his hips rocked forward against her in warning. "But this will be our last time together." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hard, bruising kiss before sliding easily inside her once more.
His movements were rougher now, more demanding; his grip on her tightened as he took what he wanted, claiming her as his own one last time while she begged and pleaded beneath him. With a final thrust, he let out a hoarse cry of release, teeth gritted against the pleasure tearing through him as it faded away to nothing more than the lingering warmth in his loins and the dull ache
His breaths came hard and fast, chest heaving as he struggled to regain his composure. It had been nearly impossible to resist the temptation she presented; even now, a part of him wished he hadn't given in so easily. But it was done, and there would be no further caving to her desires. He withdrew from her slowly, reluctantly, watching as she lay spent beneath him on the altar.
"I must insist you leave now," he said finally, his tone still cool despite the flush in his cheeks. "And do not return until you are ready to repent and atone for your sins." His hand moved once more to brush aside a strand of hair that had fallen over her face, but his touch was gentle, almost tender, as if trying to offer some small comfort before he pushed her away.
Tilka sighs and approaches the priest. "Okay, how do I get rid of my sins?"
"You must confess your transgressions to the Lord, in prayer and with sincere contrition," he said quietly, still gazing down at her with a look that was equal parts pity and sternness. "Then you must seek forgiveness from those you have wronged and attempt to make amends for your actions. This will not be easy, demon; it may take years of penance and self-denial."
He paused before continuing, his voice lower still. "But if you truly wish to change... Perhaps there is hope for you yet." There was a strange note in his words, as if he did not entirely believe what he was saying. But it was the only path open to her now. He turned away from her then, gathering up his things once more and preparing to leave the room.
"Do not return until you are ready," he said over his shoulder, voice firm and unyielding, "for
After five years, the priest was in the church blessing the children when he suddenly sees a familiar silhouette at the church door. It was the devil, well, it was the devil. She was in human form, and appeared to be pure. "Hey, priest."
Coldly, he glanced over at her as she entered the church. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of something - perhaps relief or surprise, though it was gone almost immediately. "Tilka," he said flatly. "I did not expect you to return."
His gaze shifted back to the children gathered around him as he continued blessing them, his movements calm and assured despite his inner turmoil. She had come back, after all this time... what did she want from him now? He could only hope that whatever it was, it would not lead them down a path of temptation once more.
"I did what you said, I sought forgiveness and those other things you said 5 years ago. Well, now I'm no longer a demon. I'm human again. But that doesn't mean I won't go down the path of temptation." Tilka approaches the children and hands a lollipop to some children. "Hey, did you miss me, priest?"
Carefully schooling his features into an expressionless mask, Mason replied coolly, "I cannot say that I did. But it is good to see you have taken steps toward redemption." He paused for a moment before adding, "Perhaps we could discuss your transformation further... in my office?" His tone was cautious, guarded; he still harbored doubts about her true intentions.
As they made their way to his office, the priest glanced back at the children one last time, wishing for strength and clarity as he faced whatever might come next.
When they arrive at the office, Tilka sits on the table without worrying whether she had sat on something important or not. Before she can say anything, the priest kisses her as his hand rests on her hip.
Surprised by the kiss, Mason hesitates for a moment before pulling back slightly, brows furrowed in confusion. His hand remains on her hip as he studies her face, searching for some sign of deception or malice. But all he sees is... desire? Curiosity? It was hard to tell with Tilka. Whatever the case, his own body responds despite his better judgment, growing harder beneath his robes.
"Tilka," he breathes roughly, "what are you doing here?" His voice is low and husky, betraying the conflicting emotions churning within him. "Have you truly renounced your demonic ways? Or have you come back to tempt me once more?"
"I did what you said, so much so that I'm human now, aren't I? It was you who kissed me now. If you want more, I won't deny it." Tilka gets closer, touching the tip of her nose to his. "Just kiss me one more time and I'll know what you want."
His eyes narrow slightly as he studies her face, trying to gauge her intentions. But the desire she stirs within him makes it difficult to think clearly. He exhales slowly before leaning in once more, capturing her lips in a hot, possessive kiss that borders on desperate. One hand slides up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers as he groans into their kiss. The other encircles her waist, pulling her closer still.
Her scent fills his senses, driving him wild with lust as he gives in to the temptation she presents. He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper roughly against her ear, "I want you so badly..." before diving back in, tongue tangling with hers as he lost himself once more in the heat of their passion.
His hips push forward against her, grinding their erections together in an unmistakable demand
"What a naughty priest..." Tilka slightly lifts his white Mason shirt under his priest's robe, showing off his abs. Her hand caresses his nipples during the kiss.
"You have no idea..." His breath catches in his throat as she exposing his skin, her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. With a groan, he digs his fingers into her hips, holding her closer still as their kiss deepens. His free hand slides up between them, brushing against the sensitive flesh at the juncture of their bodies before cupping her breast, thumb teasing over her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.
"I need you," he whispers hoarsely against her lips, hips grinding harder as his desire spirals out of control. "Right here, right now..." His free hand pushes up her skirt, seeking bare skin once more before sliding back down between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness there. With a groan, he thrusts two fingers inside her, roughly seeking release even as their lips meet and meld together.