Page 14 of Prince of Lust

I cried out, hands burying into Asmodeus’ hair, pulling weakly at it, writhing, until I screamed, “Mercy! Mercy, mercy, mercy.”

It stopped. The suddenness frightened me. It dragged that wide, ridged cock out of me, and the emptiness was a shock. Sudden tears welled in my eyes.

“Mercy,” Asmodeus repeated. It thumbed over my lips, leaned down, and kissed me. Its forked tongue levelled open my lips, licking at the tear its earlier slap had created. Then it slipped into me and moaned into my mouth. The kiss was heated, full, but gentle. I relaxed minutely under it.

“You’re doing so well,” it told me as it pulled away. “So, so well, little priest. Let yourself go.”

“It hurts,” I whispered.

“Yes,” the prince told me. “But don’t you love that?”

I shivered. I do. I do—I wanted the recklessness, the anger, the heat of violence. But I’m—

“Do not be frightened.” The demon edged my chin up until I was craning to look at it. Then its hand wrapped around my cock. I thrusted up into its palm with a stilted moan—I was close to that touch. Oh—I had softened to Asmodeus. I soften to its wants. Its slow, determined strokes left me panting.

The Prince of Lust told me, “I do not want to kill you. I want to fuck you. I want to use you. Until you can’t take it anymore. For eternity. Isn’t that what you want?” Its voice turned to a whisper. “To be mine? Mine to use? Mine to keep?”

“Yes,” I spoke involuntarily. Whatever Asmodeus unlocked in me was the thing answering. The basest desires. The filthiest wants. Yes. Yes. “I want to be yours.”

My groan was low and long as the prince’s cock slowly slid back into me. Every second stretched my hole, opening easily now to the demon’s girth.

“That’s it,” Asmodeus murmured. It cooed at me, gently turning my face this way and that as it rolled forward. “Don’t resist me. Don’t hold back.”

Its thrusts grew more insistent. More incessant. I let myself be fucked until I reached that place beyond the body again. Language left me. I was incoherent, blabbering nonsense, barely forming pleas and moans. A godly hymnic chant: my prince, my prince, please.

It fucked me harder, harder, faster, faster, and —

I arched as my body seized, ignited by the sudden orgasm that shuddered through my body. I fell limp; my soul was outside me, in Heaven, blessed and blinding white. But I was still in the demon’s grip, and it didn’t relent. It fucked my tired, listless body mercilessly, thrusting madly into my ass, and when I found my voice again and started mumbling, all cock-drunk and stupid, the demon shivered and came too.

All the demon’s hot, built-up cum shot out into my eager body. Asmodeus groaned and threw its head back, exposing that graceful, tense neck. Its tail whipped around the stone room, unable to contain its ecstasy.

Seven

When it finally rolled forward, Asmodeus was still moaning keenly. It kept its softening cock deep in me as it leaned forward to kiss my neck. Sweat glistened off both our bodies. It put its head into my chest, a moment of vulnerable affection. Cautiously, I put my fingers into its hair. Smelt the cedar. The caramel. The sweat, the cum, the sex. Breathed it all in and felt—satisfied. For the first time in my life, there was no noise in my head.

“My little whore,” Asmodeus growled from my chest. “My priestly slut. What a surprise you are.”

It peeled its face from me and bared its sharp canine. Its fork tongue split around its teeth to lap at the sweat and cum smeared across my belly. I had nothing to say, and so the only noise that came out of me was a sigh.

“Fucked your thoughts away,” the Prince of Lust commented. It pulled out of me unceremoniously and stood with its cock leaking. “You really are worthless, aren’t you?”

I shivered and laid there. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to do anything that might dislodge the perfect moment.

“How will you live with yourself?” Asmodeus laughed.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Don’t think about tomorrow. Don’t think about it.

But the soft call of birds had already started somewhere beyond my small room. It wouldn’t be long before the new bishop was summoned. Not long before the scroll was recorded missing, and I was marked as the culprit. Not long before I would be put to death for a myriad of crimes—for the sin of my lust. For the sin of partaking so happily in it.

Asmodeus tutted. “Don’t look so despondent, little priest. There are plenty of cocks for you to bounce on.”

I shifted and stared at it. “I thought I was yours.”

The prince snorted. “In a sense. But whoring yourself out to anyone who looks at you is the proper way to worship me.”

I sat up with a shiver. The shame of that—the nervous, excited thought of it—consumed me. Is that what I was now? Is that what I should do? Leave here, be used by whoever might want me?

“Have I sold my soul to you?” I whispered. God’s anxious worry gnawing at my head.

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