Page 16 of My Saintly Demon

His eyes drop to my groin and that deviant smile, the one he could use to charm the pants off a… well, a priest, returns. “Seems you liked it.”

The puddle of jizz cooling around my balls confirms this.

“I did.” I stretch open my jaw and massage along my muscles. “You’re pretty big, though.”

I want to stand and clean up for the second time in as many hours, but he drops to his knees in front of me.

“I hurt you. You should have said something.”

Expertly, his warm fingertips massage my jaw and again, his concern makes my chest tight. I push him away and stand quickly.

“You’re supposed to be learning to be more demon-like. Take from me. Like it. Don’t worry about how I feel.”

Even I don’t like how it sounds coming out of my mouth, but it’s what he needs. He doesn’t need to be gentle and doe-eyed.

I remove the collar from my neck, covered in demon cum, and toss it at him.

“Congratulations. You’ve cum on the cloth of the Lord. That outta win you points with Dad.”

Spinning on my heel, I head to the shower before I allow myself to dwell on the fact he may actually care about how I feel.

CHAPTEREIGHT

DAVE

So what exactly is your plan?”

Charles has been wandering his place half naked and throwing things in boxes all mish mash since the epic blow job he gave me earlier. I’ve been with a lot of men and women and no one has ever swallowed me like Charles did.

Does a mind-altering orgasm change your perspective on life?

Yes. Yes, it does.

But so does a priest who is obviously spiralling out of control with this life. Being more demon like and less sensitive is no longer top of my agenda. Well, it sort of is. But I want to know what happened to Charles for him to be like this. He’s more troubled than me. Which I know because, like the visions that have flashed in my brain like camera flashes, there’s also been bursts of emotions. Feelings that don’t seem to match with the person in front of me.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped listening to all the bad stuff that found its way into my brain and I only focused on the good things. Rather than turn people’s fears into reality, I bucked the expected and put their fears to rest. It’s likely the reason I’m in the mess I am now and facing being expelled from the underworld. It’s not just my last bargain for daily bunny photos.

Charles needs someone. He’s still confident on the outside and extremely, ah, sexual, but he’s lost. I can’t just let him go adrift like this and fall apart when I might be just what he needs to find himself again.

“I don’t have a solid plan. The bishop said I had to leave by tonight, so I’m taking what I think I need and getting the fuck out of here.”

He holds up an apron withKiss the Cookon it.

“Do you wear an apron when you cook?”

“Uh, no. Do you?”

He tosses the apron aside with a shrug. “Not really. I wore it once to see if it would work. You know, kiss the cook?” He pulls more kitchen towels from a drawer and throws a few into the box. “It worked the first time.”

His eyes blink faster and he turns away, staring into a kitchen cupboard with various cups and glasses.

“Charles?”

He shakes his head in response to my question and wordlessly brushes by me. The door to the bathroom closes, a loud snick in the already too quiet apartment.

This demon shit is hard. I’m not like my brothers.

I should drink his alcohol, eat his food, fuck him until he begs me to stop and leave without saying goodbye. It’s all right here in front of me on a fucking silver platter.

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