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“Release me,” I say, eyes snapping up to Killian’s.

“Already ready to come? I thought it would take more effort than this.” Killian moves toward me. I jump back, the water sloshing around the edges of the tub. I press my back as close to the tub as possible, pulling my knees to my chest as some added form of protection.

“No!” I shout, and Killian stops walking, smile falling.

“No?”

“No. I want you to release me from this spell you have on me.” My voice is shaky, but I clear my throat, needing it to be strong, needing my stance on this to come across.

“I already told you, Father. I am not a witch. I do not know any spells. I have no real powers. I am not enchanting you. What you did, you did out ofdesire.” Killian takes a single step closer.

“No.” I shake my head violently, whipping droplets of water off my hair, landing on each surface of the room, blessing it with holy water.

“You’re just looking for some sort of excuse, aren’t you? Something to justify the fact that you let a demon touch you in a way that God could never,” Killian says, and I continue shaking my head. “You’re not gonna find it. That was all you, Father. It was you thataskedfor it. It was you thatenjoyedit. It was you thatprayedfor it.”

“SHUT UP!” I scream, but my eyes betray me. They wander over the hard lines of the demon’s body, down his torso to the distinct bulge in his pants. My mouth waters, remembering what that bulge looked like,felt like. I can’t tear my eyes away, and my body stirs at the sight.

“And even now, you can’t stop yourself from looking at me. Looking at what you do to me.” The demon emphasizes his point by grabbing his hard cock through his pants. His voice is deeper now, rougher, as if dragged through gravel and hung up to dry.

“I’m not doing anything,” I respond absently, still entranced by the demon's erection that seems to be growing before my very eyes. My mouth waters, remembering how it felt inside me.Resist.

“You were confessing,” the demon says, as if that’s supposed to be all the explanation I need. “I’m sorry I interrupted. Go on. Finish.”

“I can’t.” I eye the demon, wondering what this new angle is.

“Yes, you can. Don’t you have to? Your confession will be incomplete without the prayer. If you don’t officially confess, then God cannot forgive you.”

My eyes widen at the demon's words. Yes. That’s probably why I still don't feel God. I haven't finished my confession. I haven't finished the prayer. Once I finish, then God will hear me and save me from this vision.

“My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart,” I pray, ignoring the demon to look up at the heavens, picturing God above me. “In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against You whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with Your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin.”

I glance over at the demon, who watches me with intensity. “Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In his name, my God, have mercy,” I finish.

“God, the Father of mercies,” the demon says.

“No. Stop. Only a priest or God can…”

My protest is cut short when the demon gets louder.

“Through the death and the resurrection of His Son has reconciled the world to Himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace.” The demon takes a step closer, then another, until he is inches away from my face.

“And I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”The demon makes the sign of the cross across his torso. My jaw drops. How? A demon can’t… can they?

“You can’t forgive me. You’re not…” My response is weak, barely above a whisper.

“God? You called me God last night,” Killian leans in, inches away from my mouth now. I don’t respond. Can’t force my body to move away. My mind is reeling. This shouldn’t be possible. “Amen,” Killian murmurs against my lips, then kisses me. I don't kiss back, but my cock stirs with the feeling of Killian’s tongue pressed against mine once more, his mouth sucking the water from my lips. Killian’s mouth sizzles, the smell of steaming water hitting my nostrils.

“Holy water?” The demon asks, pulling away to look down at the tub.

“Yes, so you can’t touch me.”

“You’re gonna need more than Holy Water to keep me away, Father.”

“It will burn you,” I remind him, even though I know from experience that it doesn't do much to Killian. It still has to sting a bit, right?

“I would rather burn while touching your skin than be left unmarked never knowing the feel of itbeneath my fingertips.” The demon demonstrates his words by tracing a finger over my neck, right over the bruise he had left there and where I scrubbed the remaining come off my skin. The sound of more sizzling, the smell of slightly burnt flesh. Marked together.

“What do I have to do to get you to leave?" I ask, my voice weak. Killian stands up, looking down at me curiously, as if he just can't quite figure me out.

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