The Virgin Priest Pt 02

He woke up in a daze, the demon's magic was absent from his mind. The warmth of her magic was gone, anyways. His heavy lids opened with protest, and he adjusted to his surroundings. He was still in the cottage, but the demon was nowhere to be found. He was covered up in a cot, a blanket thrown over his nude body. The demon hadn't even been decent enough to clothe him before she left him covered in shame. Disgust flowed through him as he pushed the covers aside and stood up from the bed.

It was as cold inside the cottage as it was outside. Maybe the coldness he felt inside was just the temperature. He doubted it though. A quick sweep around the room let him know that there were no clothing items around, just pristine furniture randomly placed to make the cottage feel more like a home than a sex den. It was becoming painfully clear to him that the demon did not want him to be clothed in her home. Better to access his mind and body if he had to make a guess.

He still had visions in his head of the raven-haired beauty mounting him and slowly undulating her hips on him. He knew deep in his gut that this was not the demon that took him the night prior, but for some reason he could not remember what the demon looked like. She had done things to him that he had never even thought of before. She made him feel things that weren't entirely human, or at least he didn't think they were. He wouldn't know. He had never given in to his carnal pleasures before. Sure, he was human, and he was male. He had seen himself react to the presence of a female. He had just never acted on it before. Never gave in to his body's craving to be touched.

Now he wanted this filthy demon again, but she had left him naked and alone. His body wanted her; his mind abhorred her. Problem was, he had no idea who she was. The last thing he remembered about another person the night before was laying in the lap of the sweet parishioner at his church and screaming his release in her arms. After that, the visions were all of the faceless raven-haired woman. He knew she had taken him, mind, body, and soul. She claimed him. He was dirty now.

Slowly, he stepped out of the room and into the main area of the cottage. He was sure he was alone but didn't want to take any chances. He was still painfully nude. What if the demon had brought back the girl as well? He hoped he hadn't done anything untoward to her. He scanned the room for the sign of any clothing. He saw ripped clothes on the floor, along with a red sexy dress. He sighed in disappointment and walked over to them. The shirt was ruined, but the pants would still button up. He slid them on quickly and sat down on the couch in front of the clothing.

He sat there for what seemed like forever before the cottage doors open. He perked up to see who his captor was, eyes wide with shock when he saw the innocent parishioner who had held him the day before. Lily? She smiled at him shyly, heat running up into her cheeks. She walked into the cottage, a basket of food in her hands. Had this dress on the floor belonged to her? Couldn't be.

"Good morning, Father. How are you this morning? You slept quite a while last night." She said, thrusting the basket of food towards him. He reached out and took it cautiously. There was no way this girl was his demon.

"What happened, Lily?" He asked. He was afraid to hear the answer. The fire continued to burn on her face, and she angled to sit down in the chair across from him.

"The demon got you, Father. I tried to get you away from it, from the church, but it must have followed us back here. I brought you here, outside the village, so they wouldn't see you possessed by it. I don't know if they saw you, though. I'm sorry." She said, a forlorn look on her face.

"What else happened?" he knew she didn't say everything. She was holding something back from him. He wasn't sure if it was out of embarrassment or not. But he knew his body had known a woman the night before.

"Father, I shouldn't speak of such things." She said quietly. She dropped her gaze to the discarded dress and his tattered shirt. Her hand went to her neck where she clutched her dress shut. "I think the demon got me, too." She said weakly.

"What are you talking about, Lily?" He said softly. Dread washed through him. Had he slept with this girl?

"Well. I brought you here after the church, as I said. You were okay walking through the town, but you looked a fright. As I said, I got you here as quickly as I could. When we got here, we were okay for a time. Then the same look came over you that you had in the church. Like you couldn't control your passion." The girl was looking down at her feet as she spoke to him. "I sent you to the back to wash up. I figured that would make you feel better. My father stays here from time to time, so I had a spare change of clothes for you. When you came back out, the demon had taken control of me," She gestured to the red dress on the floor.

"Lily..." He said, "Please don't tell me..."

"I couldn't stop myself, Father. I'm so sorry." He heard the anguish in her voice. Filthy demon. What had it done to this girl? "I told you in the church that I had felt the lust. I think I brought it to you. Father, I've never known a man before. Am I ruined now? Did the demon ruin us?" tears peppered her cheeks as she met his gaze.

Luke didn't know how to react. The girl was sitting in front of him, grief stricken. He had half a mind to pull her close to him, comfort her fears, but he was half naked in front of her.

He

had taken the poor girl's innocence. Was he even deserving of the title Father when he fell so easily to a demon's wiles? This girl looked inconsolable.

"I just wanted to help you in the church, I couldn't leave you there for anyone to find. It was so private a moment, I'm sorry." She added.

He mulled over what his response to her would be. There was nothing that he could say, really. He was supposed to be a member of the clergy, not her sex education. Not when he didn't even have one of his own. But he had given the girl a full show last night, apparently, complete with stealing her innocence from her. He decided to just be honest. He may not remember taking her body as his own, but he did remember what happened in the church.

"Lily, I don't know what to say." He stared at the floor as he spoke, clearly disgusted with himself. The cool air of the cottage bit at his bare chest. He would do anything to be covered up. "I do not remember what happened last night, past the church. I'm sorry you had to witness that. I'm sorry I was too weak to shield you from myself."

It was the truth, clipped and quaint. He buried his face in his hands for a moment. This had to be a nightmare. He knew deep in his heart that it wasn't. He heard Lily stand up from her seat. She walked quietly over to him and crouched down. Her hands wrapped around his tenderly, but the feel of her skin against his made him sick to his stomach. Not that she was repulsive, no it was because he knew he had defiled her. Why would she want to comfort him after that?

"Look at me, Father." She said tenderly while trying to pry his hands away from his face. He wanted to do anything but. This shame would hang over his head for as long as he lived. He almost yearned for the demon magic's warmth. He reluctantly dropped his hands into hers, but his face remained downcast. He deserved to be marched into the town square, defrocked, and flogged. "Father, please, look at me," She pleaded.

"I can't," He said, defeated. "I don't deserve to. I took something from you that I can't give back to you."

"It was the demon that did it, not you." She said, "She used your body as a vessel for her benefit, right? I'm not afraid of you, Father. I'm afraid of what will happen if she comes back."

Lily spun a fragmented tale for her virgin Father. She had been shocked when he woke the next morning, most humans didn't survive a demon marking their soul. It was curious indeed. His memories had been fragmented when he woke initially. He didn't remember anything of their relations, or her identity. She used it to her advantage, playing the role of innocent victim. She had once again adorned her modest clothes of the villagers. It was maddeningly stifling in the garb.

"How can you even look at me after what you saw?" He asked. His mind had fractured during her play. She wasn't sure what to make of that, he was repeating the same sentiment over and over. She also didn't know how an innocent villager would respond to that. Truth was, she loved everything she saw the night before. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his body as he touched himself. As he lowered his body to hers and took her as his own. Small bits of her magic flared out as she recalled the memory. She could tell by his reaction that he had felt it, his muscles tensed under hers. She let her expression tense into one of fear as his eyes shot up. Unceremoniously, he shoved her away from him, as if her presence offended him. He recoiled and shrank into himself, and his action had shocked her enough that it knocked her flat on her ass, staring back up at him in bewilderment. "Get back!" he hissed.

"What's wrong?" she stayed put where she was, unsure if he would lash out again. She couldn't hide her strength if he tried again. She wouldn't be pushed around by a human, especially not by a frightened one. Or one that she wanted to fuck so badly. She let her magic out, this time on purpose, to try to subdue him. She wasn't trying to bring him to his knees or make him call out in pleasure. She just wanted to relax him, but the magic seemed to only infuriate him further.

What in the world?

"Show yourself, filthy demon!" he screamed into the middle of the room. His hand wondered to where his crucifix hung, one that she had removed and stored away. While it wouldn't hurt her, it did lessen her hold over him. He fumbled as his fingers caught air, she sensed his rage running through him. Lily stewed in her failure. Something with him changed.

She was a sort of outcast of her kind. Something about her magic ostracized her from her family and fellow demons. She could manipulate a man's lust, she could make him weak with his own desires, but he had to be consenting. The other demons could take whomever they wanted, she had to work harder for it. He must have steeled his mind to her. Instead of stoking his passion, she was fanning his rage. Was it because he didn't trust himself around the parishioner? He had given her explicit, eternal consent last night. Had her attempt at marking him gone awry? She looked at him quizzically.

"Father, will you help me up?" she outstretched her arm, reaching for his with a silent plea. Maybe contact was all she needed? He spun to look at her, where he splayed her on the ground at his feet. She saw the lust in his eyes, it just wasn't blinding him. His rage was visible over it. "Please." She thrust her hand to him again, trying to break his trance. Reluctantly, he reached out for her hand, clasping her dainty palm in his hand, and pulling her up. She used the contact to give a tentative burst to him. Not full blown, but enough to elicit some kind of response. His eyes darkened at the psychic assault, lust consuming him, but rage tickling at the edges. He didn't let go of her hand, instead surprising her and pulling her into his body. It was a protective stance.

She used this to her advantage. She encircled him with her arms, letting him envelop her in his as well. She tried once again to gain access to his mind, not wanting to lose him completely. Something about him felt comfortable. He couldn't just lock her out. But she had the distinct feeling that he was fighting her because of who he thought she was. The girl he thought he defiled. For a man of the cloth, he was strangely athletic. His abs were hard against her body, body built for strength. Maybe that was how he burnt off his sexual energy. She wouldn't have been able to use it against him if it didn't exist. He hugged her closer to him.

"What is it, Father?" She asked, hugging up to him. She let his scent wrap around her, filling her senses and flooding her with her own lust. This wasn't enhanced by her demon magic, it was real. As real as the human body she possessed. She teased her magic through him again, feeling his body shutter at the feel of it, he was wearing down to her.

"The demon is back," He said through gritted teeth. "It knows where we are, Lily. I can't defile you again, I need to go back to the church." Lily hugged his body tighter.

"Don't leave me alone, please." She said, "And I don't have a shirt for you to wear, Father. You can't go back to the church like this. I'm scared."

The priest loosened his grip on her slightly, then fully as he realized she was right. However, she kept herself pressed tight to him. He didn't move to push her away from him. He just sighed with slight annoyance.

"I have nowhere else to go, Lily. I can't stay here with you and take a chance with you again. I can't lose control." There was a desperation to his voice. He knew the truth of her words.

"You can stay here in the cottage. I have somewhere else I can stay. I can bring you more clothes, Father, but I can't let you walk out of here like that." Or at all, she thought smugly. She would conquer this man completely and totally if it killed both of them. She had a nagging feeling that she wasn't actually able to mark him. He was too suspicious and he was fighting her advances too hard. She had pondered earlier why he was still alive, and this must be why. He wasn't bonded to her. She couldn't feel the essence of him inside her, not even a little bit. This irked her. She had never failed at marking someone.

"I can't stay here, there's demon magic crawling around this place. I have to get out." He said frantically. "It will claim me again, I can't stop it. I can't fight it anymore."

He reached down and tried to pry himself free of her grasp. She subdued him with a little bit of magic. He was vulnerable now, his mind cracking.

His eyes went wild with fear as he heard the demon speak in his head,

You can't run from me, Virgin Priest.

The seduction in the demon's voice made him want to give in, and if it weren't for Lily clinging to him, he would have. The

only

thing keeping him from shedding his clothes and pleasuring himself to the demon's seduction was the girl around his waist.

Free me of my sin, kind Father. Cleanse my body with yours. Let me have you.

Luke grit his teeth as he tried to fight against her. The pleasure was a beacon in the back of his mind, begging him just as her voice was to give in to it. His groin tightened with need. Lily still clung to him, arms wrapped around his waist tightly, her head buried in his side. Did she not know he couldn't protect her from this? She needed to run away from him. This demon seemed to feed on his lust for her. He was trying to free himself from Lily's grasp so he could flee the cottage. Maybe going back to the church half naked wasn't a good idea, but he could get help if he got there. They could rid him of the demon. He had to give himself back over to God. The demon had to be purged.

He refused to give the demon the satisfaction of having his body a third time. Not when the second time had involved what it had. The problem with that was that he didn't even remember it, but he knew Lily hadn't been lying. He felt his body recognize hers. He reacted to her in a much different way now. Like she was his now. He did hate the thought of leaving her here at the mercy of the succubus, but if all the literature he read was correct, a succubus couldn't touch Lily, right? Lily's grip around him was steel, though. He couldn't free himself. Poor girl was terrified, and he couldn't blame her.

He couldn't help but wonder why the demon wasn't just taking his body as it had the night before. He had felt its influence before his sermon had started, but he thought it was just anticipation of seeing Lily sitting in the back row as she always did. He enjoyed her company, but he had never once considered crossing a line with her. Or crossing that line with his own body. The magic at that point had barely been a tickle in his mind, no warmth, no coercion. Though, he can't really say he had been coerced at all last night. In fact, when it came down to it, he was sure that he had actually begged for it he wanted it so badly. He couldn't help but wonder what happened between him and Lily. How awful for her to know he didn't remember bedding her.

It was at that moment that a brief flash came through his mind. Hips gyrating on him, his cock inside a tight, sweet cunt. Cherry red lips kissing a trail across his jaw, down his neck. His hands cupping a supple waist, working their way up her body to cup her breasts. Heat rose up his body. Hearing his name whispered seductively in his ear, playing into a fantasy he would never admit to another soul he had.

Fuck me, Father Luke,

it pleaded with him in Lily's sultry voice. He couldn't stop the moan that came out of his mouth in that moment. The sound of her whispering his voice with that tone... it did things to him that the demon could never hope to do. It wasn't the demon magic at play here, this was his own lust.

Don't you want to claim her before she beds another, little Priest?

It was the demon again. Possessiveness rose in him, it was a trait he hadn't felt towards a woman before. He may have been protective over his church, but not over a single woman. Especially not one that he had fucked under the control of a lust inducing demon.

Don't kid yourself, Priest. I didn't cause your lust, I just amplified it. Give into your desire, take her to your bed.

"Get out of my head demon!" He yelled. Lily startled beside him, loosening her grip on him. He took advantage of this and broke free of her grasp. Without her grip on him, the demon's magic seemed to overtake him again. Not bringing him down and defenseless, but she was almost his saving grace from the demon's influence. He staggered as a wave flowed through his body, but he was prepared for the feeling of it. It didn't take his breath as it had the night before, it merely made his body clench with need.

Go ahead, look at her. Take her as yours, claim her.

"Father," Lily looked up at him, "What is going on?"

"Lily, go. Please listen to me and go, leave me to my depravity, I don't want you to see this again," He knew before the words left his mouth that he wouldn't be able to fight off the temptation any longer. The demon was right. It hadn't created the seed of lust in him, he already knew he lusted after the girl. He knew that much by his excitement to be around her. It made his desires painfully public. If the girl stayed, he would take her again. He would make her his. It was a brutish thought, but it was true. She was his. He wondered idly if this is what all men thought of the women they bed. It was certainly foreign to him.

Lily paused before heading his warning and taking her exit from the cottage. He had no idea how long she would be gone, but as soon as she walked out, he released himself to the whims of his soul sucking demon. As he felt the demonic presence wash over him fully, he remembered how much he had previously welcomed it. The tendrils of the magic brushing over him softly, hardening him. He rid himself of his pants and laid on the settee behind him. He had already palmed himself, but he was shocked to feel that the demon magic wasn't playing with his mind at that moment. He was doing this of his own volition.

Does that shock you, Priest? Did you think you were special and free of desire? Open yourself to it.

His body was filled with heat, but it was heat from within himself that filled him, not the demon. He stroked himself with uncertainty, not knowing if he liked it, but his body answered the question for him as his cock twitched under his touch. How had he gone over thirty years without doing this? It was

divine.

His pace remained slow and steady without the demon's influence, wanting to tease the release instead of instant satisfaction. He had enjoyed the slow torture of the demon. He used his other hand to explore his body, stopping to admire the lines of his abs. That was how he usually doused his sexual urges. He had a vigorous fitness routine, often waking up at the early hours of the morning to go for a run before he came back in to finish his workout. He thanked himself silently for that. His body lit up with excitement the further up his hand traveled, and he traced slow circles around his nipples with his fingers. He moaned aloud, letting the pure, untainted feelings run through him.