***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
This work features themes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sexual scenarios. All characters are 18 years or older.
Also, I haven't been to Mass since I was like ten, so I definitely took some liberties. If you're catholic, sorry about anything I get wrong as it pertains to that lol
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What was an incubus if not a hedonist? A demonic hedonist, but a hedonist nonetheless. Kain's pleasures were simple. He loved nothing more than to bite into ripe, holy fruit that no one had ever plucked. It had the sweetest flavor he'd ever tasted in his extensive life.
And once upon a time, the world had been full of his favorite treat in every variety he could imagine--a devoted nun, a modest brother, a chaste priest. The human world was an orchard of fine, aged, unspoiled apples that he could devour if he played his games right.
But how things had changed. And in so short a time. Kain's brothers and sisters were fat and happy with the new norm. Humans freely inundated themselves with sex and sin all over the world. They gorged on it and were feasted on in turn.
But to Kain, the taste was sour. Yes, he could still find unspoiled virgins, but they were so often lacking in the life experience and resistance that he enjoyed. Humans simply started fucking so young nowadays. Of course, their virginity had to be a choice to make the tang right.
And forget about that rich flavor from one wholly devoted to God. Devotion so pure and consuming that breaking it twisted their souls into something addictive to conquer. Faith like that was rare in the modern age, though.
It'd been decades since Kain encountered a human who met all three of his criteria. Decades since he'd satisfied his cravings. He'd all but given up.
His current prey was a man who met two of Kain's standards. He'd be a decent enough meal, but Kain wasn't sure he was worth binding. Father Luca, as he liked to be called, was young for his newly elected position of abbot, but that's what nepotism can do, even in a monastery. He'd just barely turned thirty before his great uncle retired, and the few remaining monks of Our Lady of Sorrow's Abbey unanimously chose the fresh-faced priest who had served as a transitional deacon a couple years prior as his replacement.
Father Luca hit the age marker and even had the sweet scent of a virgin, like Kain preferred, though his was subtle. Unfortunately, his aura stank of suppressed lust, clouding the radiant holy energy that should encompass those committed to their faith. He'd break in hours of Kain's game starting. Hell, if Kain never intervened, the man was bound to break on his own someday. Maybe he'd seduce a congregant or save his meager pittance to rape a prostitute, but he'd inevitably succumb.
He may as well give his soul to Kain, the demon figured. There were worse fates for a human than to become an incubi's plaything. Kain would have Father Luca's soul for all eternity, but Father Luca would have a long life of being worn by Kain on and off like a comfortable coat, experiencing pleasures of which he'd never even dreamed. He could commit all kinds of delicious perversions with an abbot's body, admittedly. But the lack of a prospective challenge and an airy and flavorless-tasting holy aura were detractors for Kain.
It was Father Luca's first day at the abbey. He had already unpacked his meager belongings and was enjoying the quaint, one-bedroom lodgings that were now his and his alone before he went to track down the resident brothers and sisters. They were taking their breakfast in the refectory, the simple fare expected of those in their positions.
To Kain, the stink of stale sins and vices clung to the elderly monks and nuns at the long table. Not one of them had respected their vows of chastity, and their auras were murky and streaked by past transgressions. Not uncommon, but Kain had expected at least one of them to have made decent prey. It would have been fun to tempt an elderly brother who had remained pure to lust.
"Oh? I never had a chance to meet Sister Mary," Father Luca said to Sister Ida, the oldest nun at the abbey. Kain could see from the other's thoughts that he remembered tell of a younger nun who did most of the more taxing chores.
"This is usually Sister Mary's duty," was a common refrain he'd heard. Father Luca was excited that there was someone younger to help him revive the flailing abbey. It was no secret that recruiting young blood into the Church was harder than ever, but he was sure he could do great things with just a bit of help.
Kain grinned, knowing that any of the abbot's aspirations would be distant memories in a short time.
"She's either tending to the animals or the gardens at this time of the day," Sister Eunice piped up. Father Luca excused himself to track down the mysterious final member of his order. Kain was bored with the whole affair. This nun was bound to be as disappointing as the last ones.
Or so he'd thought.
He smelled her before he saw her. That honey-sweet scent of a virgin was strong and mature. When he did lay eyes on her, Kain could practically feel his mouth watering and his cock hardening. He hadn't witnessed such a pure, divine aura since the advent of modern technology.
Father Luca couldn't see her aura or smell her virginal sweetness. But he could see a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties. She'd removed her veil while working the land, so her long, auburn hair hung loose, and she'd tied her tunic in a knot at her hips as the heat had risen, revealing her shapely legs.
When she turned at the father's approach, she revealed over-large blue eyes and a smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks that gave her face an innocent appearance to match her spirit. Her full lips split into a welcoming smile until she realized her tunic was still tied up and showing off her legs, and her veil was missing.
"I apologize, Father," she said, righting her appearance. "I wasn't expecting anyone to come visit me at my work." Not even a habit could hide her curvaceous hips, though her small breasts only left the barest impression. Father Luca swallowed the lump in his throat, attraction hitting him like a freight train.
He was distracted and just barely caught what Sister Mary was saying. "I'm so glad to have a proper abbot back. None of the brothers are priests, so there's been no one to hear my confession since Father Matthews--er, the other Father Matthews--"
"Please, call me Father Luca," he interrupted her. "Father Matthews was my uncle... obviously," he laughed at his own weak humor. "And I'd be happy to hear your confession! I'm free now if your work is done?"
"Perfect! Just let me put my tools away." She turned and bent over at the waist to gather her things, completely unaware of the way her tunic clung to her generous ass. Father Luca tried to look away, but found his eyes pulled back.
Kain didn't need his prey to feel lust to take over their body, but it did make the possession quick and seamless. Though Father Luca didn't belong to him, meaning if he tried to make him do anything truly depraved, the priest was like to cast him out. So, nothing too extreme yet.
One moment, Father Luca was fighting the urge to stare at the fat rump in front of him; the next, Kain was in control and staring without shame. The best part was that Sister Mary was so naïve that she thought nothing of his fixed gaze when she stood and faced him. It would never occur to her that the father had been ogling her.
They walked together to the abbey church, where the confessional booth was located, making small talk about the many chores of Sister Mary. Kain could tell before they even reached the wooden booth what her confession was like to be.
Blocked from seeing her physically in the confessional, Kain could still smell her and see the glow of her aura through the cracks in the lattice. He found himself wishing he'd seduced Father Luca a month ago. Then he could wear his body and rape the nun right that moment. Surprise her by joining her side of the confessional, trapping her in that small spot, and forcing the abbot's hard cock inside her, stealing both their virginities.
Father Luca's body was responding to Kain's fantasy. Luckily, he wore a black suit with a clerical collar when he wasn't giving a service. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Kain to free the respectable, circumcised cock he sported, just over five inches.
It gave him a perverse pleasure to tease and touch the veiny, virgin member as Sister Mary started baring her soul through the partition. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been three weeks since my last confession. These are my sins... I have resented my fellows in the order," she said predictably. She went on to complain that she was often the only one to clean, cook, tend the animals, garden, and so on. The guilt in her voice was apparent. "I'm sorry for these sins and all the sins I cannot remember. Please, Father, is there any advice you can offer?" She asked plaintively.
Kain thought carefully. "Resentment is a serious sin, Sister. But to resent your brothers and sisters in the order, especially so. Resentment leads to anger, which impedes our ability to freely love each other, as God intended. Have you thought about the source of this feeling?"
"It's just... I do so much, Father," she started. "It feels overwhelming sometimes. I get so... all the chores--"
"You're reiterating defenses for your sinful feelings, naughty girl," Kain interrupted. He tugged at Father Luca's dick just enough to keep it hard. "Is it your habit to indulge your sins, perhaps?"
"Not at all, Father," she countered genuinely, none-the-wiser to the abbot's masturbation. "I would rid myself of this feeling if I could, but it's just grown lately. Especially after Sister Eunice stepped back from helping with Sunday School--"
He cut her off again. "Excuses and more defenses. Sister, you don't seem to be taking confession very seriously. Do you want to live in resentment of your order?" Kain could see her shiny aura flicker with indignation at the suggestion through the cracks in the grille.
"I don't, Father," she replied tightly. Kain was sure she'd never had such a combative confessional before. But from Luca's memories, he knew from hearing about her that Sister Mary had only ever served at Our Lady of Sorrows Abbey under his uncle since she was an 18-year-old initiate. So, her frame of reference was limited to one other abbot. It gave Kain a delicious idea. His movements on Father Luca's cock sped up.
"Then we need to determine the source of your resentment. The feeling at the center. What would you call it?" The demon asked in a leading manner.
"I think I'm, well, I'd call it frustrated, I suppose."
"That's good! Frustration is the lesser feeling that leads to resentment, so it's what we should counter."
