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Jesus.

He squeezed himself into the confessional.

“Hello, my child,” Father said. “Have you come to confess your sins?”

“Yes,” the demon replied, his voice deep.

“How long since your last confession?”

“Eternity.”

Father paused. “It can feel like that when we don’t connect with God for a time.”

“Hmm.”

“What sins are you confessing today, my child?”

“I’m not your child,” the demon said.

“Do you have a name you’d like me to use?”

“Master.”

Again, Father paused. It was all part of the script, but I guess a real priest in a confessional would give that name pause too.

“And your sins, Master?”

“I want men.”

“Sins of the flesh,” Father said. “Desire tries to tempt us all.”

“You misunderstand, human. I want to rule the world,” he replied, his voice deep, sinister. “I want to rule over man and have them beg at my feet. I want to take any man I want as my own, use him as I see fit. He will pray to me, and only me.”

“False gods?—”

“There is no false god, mortal,” the demon bellowed. “I am your god. There is only sin, and you will yield to me and only me.”

The priest paused again. “You need to pray, and I will pray with you.”

The demon burst out of the confessional. “You will pray, mortal!” He drew back the curtain to the priest’s side.

The priest yelped, and I had to admit, I’d probably have yelped too. This demon was huge and intimidating, and with the lights down low, he looked scary as fuck.

The priest gripped the cross around his neck. “Get back thee demon,” he said.

The demon laughed, and reaching in, he fisted the priest’s shirt and pulled him out. “You will pray to me, human,” he said, forcing the priest to his knees. “And I will show you mercy.”

“No,” the priest said. “You cannot take my soul.”

“I don’t want your soul,” the demon said, unbuckling his leather pants. “I want your body. Starting with your mouth. Now open.” He gripped Father’s hair, pulling his head back, and forced his cock in. The priest gagged and choked, and the demon laughed. “Take the cock of your lord.”

When the priest struggled and tried to push the demon away, the demon hauled him up to his feet and shoved him face-first against the altar, bending him over it. He ripped his pants off, forcefully—the kind that came away easily, but still. The priest struggled, but the demon was too big, too strong.

I had to say, as far as nonconsensual-acted scenarios went, this was pretty convincing.

“Pray,” the demon said, pulling out his huge cock. “Pray to me.”

“I will never,” the priest said, still struggling.

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