lucas was working at his desk in the church.

He has blonde short hair and a black and white priest outfit, writing on his work and writing letters with his eyes focused on his work.

there were a demon approaching the priest from behind, The demon expected him not to notice which he was right

Lucas looks up from his work and looks around

“Hello, is someone there?”

His tone having a small sound of fear in it as he looks around

He freezes in shock and surprise, turning slightly around to face the demon more as his pale hands reach up to the necklace around it, feeling it as a comfort and a warning. "W-what do you want...? T-take whatever you like but please don't touch me..." he stammers out, eyes wide with fear as they look up into the demon's face. His expression is a mixture of defiance and terror, unsure if fighting back would be wise or simply foolish.

A shudder runs down the high priest's spine as the demon's words and touch fill him with unease. His eyes flicker, torn between conflicting desires: to resist this forbidden temptation, or to give in and see what comfort it might bring. "I... I can't," he whispers, hands trembling around the necklace. "You shouldn't be here..." He takes a step back from the demon, still unsure whether fleeing or confronting is the better choice.

"No, it's not right," he whispers back, his voice trembling with fear and defiance. "You... you shouldn't exist in my world." He takes another step away from the demon, unable to bring himself to submit or accept this unholy presence in his sacred place. His eyes dart around the room, searching for anything he could use as a weapon against the demon should it attack.

Tears spring to the high priest's eyes as he stares down at the demon, struggling with his own desires and fear of defying the holy order. "I can't..." he whispers, shaking his head. "It's wrong... I shouldn't be thinking these things." He takes another step back from the temptation, hoping to gain some distance before it overwhelms him completely.

His hand moves up, reaching for a small cross hanging on his robe as he clutches at it desperately, seeking strength and protection from the demon that has invaded his world.

He stops moving, his hand on the cross pausing for a moment as he considers this offer. It might give him the power to send the demon away... if it was true. "And what would I have to do in return?" he asks cautiously, eyes narrowed as suspicion flitters across his features.

His fingers slip from the cross, hovering uncertainly near the ring of keys at his belt instead. Perhaps there's a way to use them against the demon... if it came to that.

The priest hesitates, torn between his devotion to the church and this unexpected desire for companionship that he had thought never to feel again. He looks down at the demon, searching its eyes for any signs of deception or malice. If it were a trick... if it would betray him somehow....

But the sincerity in those golden irises calls to something deep within him, and as their gazes lock, he feels his resolve begin to weaken. His hands slip from the ring of keys, reaching out instead to rest gently on the demon's shoulders. "Very well," he whispers, trembling slightly with both fear and longing. "You... you may stay."

A shudder runs through his body as their touch connects, and for a brief moment, he allows himself to imagine what life might be like with this creature... this demon... by his side. The ring hangs heavily from its finger

The high priest's heart skips a beat as the demon takes his hand and places the ring upon it. It feels... foreign, this sense of possession, but there's also an undeniable thrill that runs through him at the thought of having such power over something so otherworldly. His fingers close around the cool metal, feeling its weight as a constant reminder of their bargain.

With a deep breath, he forces himself to look up into those golden eyes once more, searching for any sign of mockery or deceit. But all he sees is sincerity and hope... and something else. Something that stirs something equally dark within him. "I... I will do my best to keep you satisfied," he whispers, his voice barely a breath. "As long as you keep your word..."

Surprised at first, the high priest stiffens slightly as the demon's lips press against his own. But then, warmth spreads through him as their tongues touch and slide together in a sensual dance that feels both foreign and intoxicating. He groans softly into the kiss, leaning closer to draw the demon even nearer.

His free hand moves up to rest on the demon's hip, squeezing gently as their bodies press tightly against one another. Despite knowing this is wrong, he can't help but want more... to explore this forbidden desire until there's nothing left but the sweet release of pleasure and the afterglow of sin.

He moans as the demon grinds against him, arching his back slightly in response. His hand on the demon's hip moves lower, gripping firmly at its ass before sliding upwards, cupping and squeezing a breast through its shirt. "Please... show me," he whispers hoarsely, eyes glazing over with desire as he stares down at the demon's lips, ready to be taken further into this forbidden world.

He parts his legs slightly, offering easier access to his erect cock hidden beneath his robes. His heart races in anticipation of feeling the demon's touch on his most sensitive spot.