Page 3 of Unholy

“I’m not playing this game.” I sit back, forcing my gaze to look at his face, not his body. It’s one of the most difficult things I've ever done, and that includes pledging celibacy.

“Awe, why not?” His voice is hurt, but there is a mocking quality to it. I don’t respond. Just stare at him. I can’t give this demon what it wants. Finally, the demon drops the hurt act, his face morphing so suddenly, it’s creepy. He looks me up and down. It takes everything I have not to adjust my clerical collar because it suddenly feels as though it’s choking me.

“I sure am glad that old bitch hired a hot priest. I don’t know what I would have done if some fat, old man came hobbling into the room. It would have totally cramped my style. Imagine if he had a heart attack on top of me.” The demon shudders.

“Killian. If you’re in there, I hope you can hear me. I’m going to help you,” I say loudly.

“Fuck, you’re even hotter when you ignore me. I guess I’m gonna have to act out to get Father’s attention.” The demon makes his eyes big and wide, almost innocent. He arches his back off the bed, and I can’t stop myself from watching the motion.

“That’s not going to work.”

“Seems to be working pretty well, Father Leviticus.” His voice is husky, eyes traveling over my body once more. I swallow, my Adam’s apple hitting my clerical collar with the motion. I breathe carefully, trying not to show the demon that he’s starting to get to me a bit.

“How did you know my full name?” I ask, genuinely taken aback. The only people that know my full name is Leviticus are my parents and my doctor. Everyone had always called me Levi. My father had reserved Leviticus for when he was disappointed in me. I had always felt somewhat indifferent about the name. My father chose it. As a child, I had always wished he would have gone with something normal like “Michael” or “Benjamin”.

“I know a lot of things about you, Father.” The demon has a sparkle in his eyes as he studies me. I squint at him, trying to decide if it’s a bluff. Something about his words and expression makes me uneasy. I mentally shake myself. I can’t let him know that he’s got me questioning myself.

“Alright. I’m tired of this.” I stand from his chair, walking over to my bag.

“Did I disappoint you, Father? You’re gonna have to punish me,” the demon whines behind me, and if he notices my steps falter for a split second, he doesn't comment.

I bend over. “Fuck, your ass is scrumptious.” The demon wolf-whistles behind me. I don't acknowledge the comment. I just set my Bible next to my bag and slowly unpack its contents. I set each item down next to my Bible one at a time.

“Oh. No one told me you were bringing toys. How kinky. All of mine are in the closet, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment.” The demon’s words are smooth and slick, like a solid sheet of ice. I continue to ignore him, placing the Oil of the Sick, Oil of the Catechumens, and Holy Chrism Oil in a row. Beside them goes the holy water that I blessed myself. The last thing I pull outof my bag is a pure gold cross. It’s heavy in my hands, intricately decorated with smooth ridges and swirls.

“I was thinking a different kind of cross could be used.” The demon smirks as soon as I turn toward him. I hold the cross out in front of him, like a shield.

“Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle,” I start, taking a careful step toward the demon.

“He speaks again. Sweet infant Satan, I love your voice. It’s so… silky.” The demon’s big body shivers, as if my voice is softly gliding over his skin. I would be a liar if I said the comment didn’t make my words pause and my heart flutter.

I swallow, righting my posture. “Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.”

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you sing.”

“May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.”

“You’re turning me on, Father,” the demon moans, chin tilted toward the ceiling.

“And do thou…” My voice waivers as I desperately try to ignore the demon’s sexy words.

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.” I can’t stop myself from looking down, the thick outline of Killian’s cock straining against his shorts makes my own long-dead shaft fill up with blood. I swallow, ripping his eyes away. I don't know what power this demon has over me, but it must stop now.

“O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God…” I manage to get out between my own ragged breath.

“You’re gonna make me come. Untouched.” The demon words are breathy as he writhes against his restraints. His hips thrust off the bed into thin air, chasing something that I can’t see. I lick my lip, watching a wet spot appear right where the head of Killian’s dick would be. The spot is not very big, just a drop, but it has my cock rock hard and standing to attention.

“Thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls,” I yell, taking two more steps forward, now so close to the bed I can feel the heat radiating off of Killian’s body like the gateway to Hell. A thin sheen of sweat coats his pale skin, each tattoo dancing as he writhes on the bed, hips thrusting into nothing.

“Almost there, Father.” My eyes widen at the scene in front of me. I’ve never seen a demon behave this way. This must be some kind of perverse demon whose ultimate goal is to entice lust, and I’m falling into the trap. I can’t stop watching him thrust into the air with abandon as if he’s putting on a show.

“Amen.” I press the cross against the demon’s chest. The skin below sizzles a bit, but nothing compared to what usually happens when I do this.

The Demon moans, eyes popping open to meet mine as his hips stiffen. I can’t stop myself from watching. Can’t force my eyes away. Killian’s shaft twitches, the wet spot on his shorts growing larger as he continues to writhe and moan with abandon.

“A-Fucking-men.” The demon’s voice sounds like it was pushed through a meat grinder, forcing my gaze to his. The cross is still pressed against his skin, a red welt forming below it. It’s not blackened with melted skin like it normally would be.What is going on?

“That stung a bit, but it was just the trick to take me over the edge.” The demon is smiling lazily,eyes heavy as if he’s ready for a nap. I remove the cross from his chest, examining it.

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