Page 41 of Priest

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” Oliver chanted, pushing back against Priest’s face so hard he had to use some of his own strength to hold him still.

He was so focused on giving Oliver pleasure and driving him out of his mind with it that he didn’t realize he was feeding on him. Oliver’s desire was so thick in the air around them it was making him a little light-headed.

Or at least that’s what he thought until he became aware that as he tongue-fucked Oliver into a moaning mess, face pressed into the sheets and the scent of tears on the air, he was taking in all the nourishment he could want, and it didn’t seem like Olivernoticed. He had so much inside him Priest taking a little off the top didn’t even register for him.

“Priest, please,” he cried, reaching back and gripping a handful of Priest’s hair. “I’m like two seconds away from coming, but I need you inside me.”

He groaned, the sound reverberating straight inside Oliver and making him whimper and thrust back against him. Slowly, he retracted his tongue, massaging the plump globes of Oliver’s ass as he went. As soon as he was free, he licked his lips lewdly, meeting Oliver’s eyes. “You’re fucking delicious, little human,” he growled.

He could tell that his eyes were completely black, the heat from Oliver’s body like a beacon, drawing him in.

“That tongue of yours should be illegal,” Oliver panted, not bothering to move a single muscle, staying exactly where he was with his face pressed against the bed and his ass sticking straight up in the air.

It was a good look on him, and Priest planned on appreciating it as often as he could. He gave his cock a few quick strokes, not that he needed it. The sight and taste and sounds of Oliver were enough to keep him hard for the rest of his life.

He pressed his wide head against Oliver’s loosened entrance and started to push in.

“Wait,” Oliver said, a hand fluttering in the air.

Priest froze, not moving a muscle.

“Lube. We forgot lube.”

He still didn’t move, surprised his little bookworm didn’t know his saliva was better than any store-bought lube in existence.

Before he could figure out how to tell him that, Oliver rolled his eyes and said, “Oh, wait. Incubus, never mind. Go ahead.”

Still a little confused, Priest held his position, one hand on his cock, the other on Oliver’s hip. He stared at the sideof his flushed face. “Are you sure? I can probably find some somewhere.”

He couldn’t. He didn’t know why he said that. There was no lubricant in his house. He didn’t need it.

Oliver shook his head as best he could, stretching his arms out in front of him like a cat. “No, I just forgot. Go ahead. Take me.”

Take himwas exactly what he wanted to do, that and so much more. His need for Oliver went beyond anything he’d ever felt before, anything he could ever dream of feeling. Slowly, doing his best to remember that Oliver was mostly human, he sank inside his tight heat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at how amazing it felt.

He didn’t stop until he was all the way inside, his hips pressed flush against Oliver’s ass. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed his eyes shut for a minute.

“Oh gods,” Oliver moaned, a shudder running through his body.

Eyes snapping back open, Priest ran his hands from Oliver’s hips up to his shoulders and back down. “Are you okay? Is it too much?”

He knew that people liked to brag about having sex with a sex Demon, but he also knew that sometimes the size of him could be overwhelming.

“No, it’s fucking perfect,” Oliver slurred out. “I need you to move.”

“Not yet,” Priest said, satisfaction filling him. Oliver loved having him inside him. Soon, he’d crave Priest as much as Priest did him.

“Priest, please dosomething.”

Smiling, Priest pulled all the way out, the sound of him moving in Oliver’s slick passage obscene in the quiet room. His human craned his head around to scowl at him.

“What are you doing?”

Priest smirked and easily flipped him onto his back and then jerked him toward Priest where he knelt on the bed. Oliver went limp beneath him, arms stretched out above him, dazed eyes gazing up at Priest.

“I decided this is how I want to take you, little human. I want to watch your face as I show you where you belong.”

Oliver swallowed thickly, watching as Priest lined back up and drove inside faster that time, smacking their skin together in a lewd way. Oliver threw his head back and moaned, long and low.

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