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

There was silence from the demon, then it leaned in close and whispered into his ear,"Shhh... just relax" as it placed a hand on his shoulder and held him down against the desk gently before kissing his neck. The demon's touch sent a wave of pleasure through the priest's body, leaving him weak and helpless to resist further as he moaned softly into the quiet of the night

Though he tried to resist, his body seemed unwilling to listen. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming and it felt so wrong for him...He couldn't bring himself to move or cry out more than a soft moan as the demon continued its assault on his neck. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath, almost desperate for air...

His eyes squeeze shut tightly as he feels the warmth of the demon's breath on his ear, sending shivers down his spine. It is forbidden...he thinks to himself, yet he cannot help but feel aroused and helpless under its touch.

The touch feels so good, yet it is wrong...intrinsically evil. He fights against the pleasure, tries to push back against the demon's hands holding him down, but the more he resists, the more intense the sensations become...His hips arch up slightly against the desk as his mind begins to cloud in desire...

Finally, he surrenders to the pleasure, giving in to what his body craves despite knowing it's wrong. With a soft moan, he arches further into the touch, inviting the demon even deeper. His eyes squeeze shut tightly as sensations wash over him, consuming every thought but desire...

The High Priest gasps and arches his back when the demon bites down gently on his neck, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within him. His hands clench into fists against the desk, digging his nails in as he tries to ground himself, but every touch sends another wave of pleasure through him, making it harder and harder for him to focus on anything but the feelings consuming him...

His whole body trembles with the release of tension, as his hips buck against the desk in an almost primal reaction to the pleasure he's just experienced. His mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: shame, guilt, desire...But for now, there is only this moment, and the feeling of being filled with forbidden bliss.

"No...this can't be..." He whispers weakly, his voice barely more than a husky moan as he tries to process what has just happened.