The church was old, or at least built as recently as when I was born. The walls were made of true stone, not concrete made to look like stone. It looked like a church you would find in Europe, but I was sitting in Hell, Michigan.
The office had an open unlit fireplace built as the centerpiece of the room. Originally, it was probably used as a gathering area for the priests, now it housed old style bookshelves and a huge mahogany desk.
Morty, better known to mortals as Death, gave me a line on a way to hide out on Earth, a deal sealed with sex, as is the case of all deals made in Hell. He helped me take a human form and found a contact for me, Father Donovan.
I do not know what Morty had on Father D, but it meant that he would help me. I was just hoping Father D's help didn't include living or working in a church, I think I would have had to said 'no' on principal alone.
I was sitting in the church across the desk from a paper pusher waiting for him. I looked into the his eyes. His eyes went from a wolf's eyes caught in a lighting storm, as if light emanated from within his irises, to just human blue, bright, and clear. He was a person, just a simple man wearing a dark suit, but he was something more and my mind did not want to process the more, so my mind ignored it.
I stumbled as I spoke again, "F-fa-father Donavan said that I needed to come in today." I swallowed around the building lump in my throat and pushed through the alarm bells going off in my brain.
He was not what he appeared to be. He was not this mild mannered assistant going prematurely gray with a soft body. Beyond it, I could see a beautiful shining thing, something that was touching me deep down inside where it was not normal to be touched.
It was as if I could look at him with a third eye, and that third eye saw a demonic image rather than a meek man. I knew his words would be a performance and that he would lie to me if he could.
"As I stated earlier Miss, Mrs....?" He finished with a lift to his voice.
"Nessa, just Nessa, you can call me Nessa," I said and giggled. Shit, I had just given him my real name. Well I had given him my true nickname. Why had I done that?
This body had a name and a life as a porn actress. I found it odd that she had been born with her naturally well-endowed chest, no silicon for this girl. A girl she was, Morty had scooped her up while she was twenty-one, her career choice barely started.
The long black hair gleamed with red highlights in the sun. It was hard to get used to, along with breathing and a beating heart. However, the physical aspects of being human were starting to wear thin on me. It is not as if I had a choice.
The door was closed and beyond it, I felt the emptiness of the old church pushing at me. My instincts were telling me to run. I blamed it on the church and took deep breaths to calm myself.
On some level, I recognized the power the paper pusher had. There was something about it very close to my own except mine had diminished because of my expulsion from Hell. I could still feel the something more of it, as if a demon had possessed his body.
I wondered if that was what was happening to him. He felt like he was possessed and that demon part of him was calling to my own powers. It made sense to think of it that way and with this thought process, there was calm. A sort of contentment and peace that was foreign to me.
I pushed off the feelings as my eyes tricked me with their flashing of him from one form to another. I needed Father Donavan so I asked after him again.
He paused and stared at me before he responded, "I thought all our patrons had been informed. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, Father Donavan has passed."
"You mean he's dead?" I said. I could not stop the words from flying out of my mouth. A cold shiver raced up and down my spine.
How would I continue to hide on Earth without Father Donavan's help? "Well what the hell happened to him?" Probably Hell happened to him indeed.
I stood up and used the desk to steady myself. I could not be here, not inside a church without protection. Morty had not given me a backup plan. Isn't a church supposed to be an unsafe place for a Demonic Princess?
"Were you and Father Donavan close?" he asked. "I know this must be upsetting news. Why don't you sit down, you look a little pale." He stood up and crossed the room to a little bar set up in the corner. "Would you like a glass of water?"
It occurred to me I had not noticed the bar set up before. What was going on? "Yeah, sure," I ignored his first question and answered the second. He handed me the glass of water and I sipped it before I could think that something in the glass would harm me.
I could not fight the desire to do what he wanted and what he wanted was for me to drink the water so I did. It was sweet and refreshing and as I finished the glass of water, I found myself smiling at him. He was kneeling close to me because I was once again sitting in the chair. I did not remember sitting down.
"There, there now. You should be feeling better Vanessa." His voice was thick and sultry like molasses pouring over me, sweet and sticky.
"Yes I feel better," I said my own voice was breathy in response. He took the glass from my hand and set it on the desk. Then his hands were framing my face and he kissed me softly.
It started tender and gentle but quickly became a hungry eager display as my body responded to it. I was back on my feet and in his arms. I was not in the arms of a weak human instead, I found myself in the strong muscled body of a demigod. His illusion of a human fell away during the kiss and he stood before me in all his sinful glory. "What are you?" I asked.
He laughed and kissed me again. It was like nothing I had ever felt before this need and desire that was building in me. He was starting a fire that burned low in my body and made me press myself against him.
My body reacted as if, if I didn't stay and see this through I'd regret it, like a thirsty man stranded on a deserted island who didn't drink that last bit of water before being trapped on the island. If I walked away now, I would be thirsty for him forever. I could have in that moment rubbed my body against him like a cat in heat; I was feeling so much sexual craving for his touch.
His hands found their way under my skirt. His fingers pressed into my skin and gripped tightly ripping off my panties. I stumbled against his body from the jerking motion of it and gasped. He slipped a single finger inside me and I came just from that touch. I moaned my pleasure into his mouth and was still ready for more. He broke the kiss and turned me in his arms so that the front of his body pressed hard against the back of mine.
His hands traced up my body, under my white blouse, and began to mold my breast. I cried out as he pinched my nipples, gently at first then hard and painfully but in a way that I did not mind. I ground myself against him and he was so big and hard against me that alone made me ready to go again.
His lips were kissing gently against my neck and then his tongue licked its way up until he had my left earlobe between his teeth. He released my breasts and one hand found its way into my hair while the other pushed between my legs. Then the hand between my legs was just gone.
"Don't stop," I whispered.
"I have no intentions of stopping," his voice rumbled deep with desire. I heard him undoing his belt and pants and then I felt his naked flesh, thick, long and so hot rubbing against me, searching for just the right angle to enter me. His hand in my hair directed me forward and my hands braced on the desk in the same moment that he entered me fast, hard, and as deep as he could go until he met the end of me.
I cried out somewhere between a moan of pleasure and surprise from the abruptness of it. He began moving in and out of me slowly. His rhythm was agonizingly slow and I begged him to go faster. I writhe against him, trying to get him to move in and out of me faster. I wanted him to change his pace, but he controlled me with his hands and body and I could only cry out and beg for more.
"Please, please," I said over and over frantic with the building orgasm in my body. I was not prone to begging, but for him I did. Tears streamed down my face, I choked on my sobs, and still I begged for more. "Harder, please. Faster please."
"I've waited too long for this to rush it," he said and as if it were possible, he was even slower.
I was feeling tortured by his achingly slow rhythm and then I was suddenly having a spasm with my release. I fell forward on the desk unable to control my body and the only thing that stopped me from slamming into the desk was his hand in my hair.
He rode my orgasm. It was clear to me that was what he had been waiting for, that was what he needed to pick up the pace and then he was pounding into me, breathing heavily and the sound of his flesh meeting mine was the only other sound in the room besides my cries.
"Come for me again Princess," he said. He was going in and out of me with such force and although I had just come, I found myself flowing into another one and I did.
"Again," he said, as his rhythm changed and I realized how wrong I had been before about what he was doing. I had thought he was going as fast and hard as he could but I had been wrong, so wrong.
"Yes," I screamed, giving myself over to each orgasm as they hit me. I became a puddle of them. I could not breathe or move by my own will, everything was what I thought he wanted or needed. I was riding a tidal wave of pleasure so high and euphoric that I would do anything he said in that moment.
Then as I came for what seemed like the millionth time he pressed as hard and deep inside of me as he could and had his own climax. I could feel him filling me up with his cum and I cried out from it all, it was so much pleasure it was more like pain.
He lay on top of me. His was breathing heavily and his pulse was as rampant as if he had just run a race. I tried to learn how to breathe again as he pulled out of my body.
I could not move and I ached for him even though I felt like my body lacked muscles and bones. I was no longer real in the face of my afterglow. I felt my body floating away on the feelings of endorphins one of the up sides to being in a human body.
The lights in the office flickered and then burned extremely bright. The lamp on the end of the desk exploded. I turned my head in just enough time to avoid having glass break in my face. The man whose name I could not remember but he had just been inside my body tossed me to the ground.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I have no idea Princess," he said. When had he started calling me Princess? "Are you okay?" He turned my face in his hands checking for injuries.
"She's fine," a deep rumbling voice in the direction of the busted lamp, said. I instantly chilled although that voice rarely made my blood run cold, just the opposite in fact.
"Fire," I whispered.
"Yes, Nessa, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Fire's anger rode the room across his words. My body reacted as if an electrical storm had hit every nerve ending.
I stumbled to untangle myself from the stranger I had just had sex with, albeit mind blowing, over the top, even for human sex.
