Page 7 of Unholy

“Then why are you looking at my dick like it’s the Last Supper?” Killian’s voice is smooth and dark, like touching the midnight sky. I rip my gaze away, anger firing through me. This demon is putting me under some kind of spell. I have to… I have to break it somehow. I force my feet to move. I don't know where I’m going, but I need to get Killian’s impossibly hard cock out of my eyeline or I’ll never stop staring.

I walk around Killian’s body. His back muscles are flexed, arms suspended. My eyes travel further south, his firm ass looks as though it was carved from marble, but…what’s that?I can’t stop myself from bending for a closer look. Poking out of Killian’s asshole is something sleek, black andshiny. Upon closer inspection, it looks like two silicone pieces curved on either side, almost like a… handle?

“You like my plug?” My back snaps straight at the sound of Killian’s voice. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I open my mouth three times but can’t seem to find enough air to form a response. I want to ask what it is. I want to touch it, but all I can do is gape and pretend I’m not looking.

“Isn’t it pretty? I put it in there myself when I overheard my mom calling you.” That throws me for a loop. Why would he put that there himself? What is the purpose? And why did the demon still refer to Moira as his mom? There is no reason for him to pretend to be human, unless he’s trying to appeal to my humanity.

“Why?” is all I find the air to say. It’s the only question going through my mind. That and desire. An overwhelming desire.

“Because I wanted to be ready for you.” The words are low and sultry. And there’s that desire again. That must be how Killian’s doing it. His voice must have some kind of magic seduction.It’s the only explanation, because my cock is rock hard again.

“Stop doing that!” I scream, walking around to face Killian, the cross gripped firmly in my hand.

“Stop doing what?” Killian asks innocently, looking at me through his eyelashes.

“That! Whatever you’re doing with your voice! You have some kind of power! Like a spell or something! You’re making me want you!” I yell, spit flying out of my mouth and landing on Killian’s chest. I’m so tired of these games. I need to stop letting this… this demon distract me. I have a job.

“Powers? A spell? If you wanted a witch, Father, you came to the wrong house.” His smile is sickeningly sweet, and it makes me want him even more. Pure anger burns my body from the inside out. These games. They’re only making me angrier. All this demon has done is lie. He is doing something to me. He knows it.

“You want me because you find me attractive. Nothing to do with magic,” Killian says, each word formed slowly between red, bitten lips. I can’t take my eyes off of them.

I shake my head, forcing my gaze away from Killian’s perfect red lips. “I do not!” I scream, outraged by more lies and deceit.What should I expect from a demon, though?

“You know I could make you feel good. Better than God has ever made you feel.” Killian’s words are low, almost as though they were whispered directly into my ear. A shiver goes down my spine, blood rushing to my cock.

“Shut up! Keep His name out of your filthy mouth!” I grip the cross so tightly, I’m afraid my hand may break. I feel so hot, I don't know how the solid gold hasn’t melted from my touch. This demon has gone too far. God is almighty. He is pure and holy and everything good in the world. The demon has no right to use His name in such a context.

“Just give me the night, Father, and you’ll be praying to me,” Killian whispers, and I lose the tiny bit of control I had left.

“You want to be fucked so badly, huh?” I ask, shocking myself with my crude language. I haven't used that language since… that summer with Gabriel. The summer that changed everything. Memories of that summer only serve to make me angrier. I grab Killian by the shoulders, forcing him to turn around. The ropes creek against the wood in protest.

“Now you’re getting it,” Killian chuckles. That damn chuckle is the detonator to the atomic bomb of rage in my body. Fury explodes in my chest, aftershocks reverberating through my limbs. My vision is tunneled; only the color of the explosion can be found. I act purely on instinct, just wanting to punish this demon.

“You’re gonna wish you never said that.” My gaze zeros in on the plug, as Killian called it. I reach down with a shaking hand, pausing for the briefest of moments. I’m not sure if it’s nerves or if it’s maybe a sign from God telling me not to do this. But I can’t find God. I haven’t felt Him since I walked into this godforsaken room.

“Hoc est corpus meum.” This is my body. A common saying in the church. I don't hesitate anymore. I reach down and pull the plug out of Killian’s ass, none too gently. The resulting hiss that is forced through his lips is the icing on the cake.

“You’re gonna admit that you’re using some kind of power on me,” I say, holding the cross to Killian’s skin. It doesn’t even sizzle.Is this room,this being, really that covered in darkness now? Have we somehow managed to fall through the literal gates of Hell without me noticing?

“I did nothing,” Killian maintains his voice even deeper than before, and I shake my head violently. With a trembling hand, I press the end of the cross to Killian’s stretched hole.

“Admit it, demon!” I threaten, pushing ever so slightly.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Father.” Killian looks over his shoulder, and I can see the smile on his face. Bastard.

“You asked for this.” I press the end of the cross past the tight ring of muscle. I don't pause to give Killian any time to adjust to the new sensation, I just push it deeper and deeper, until his rim touches the intersecting part of the cross.

“Fuck,” Killian breathes, and I can’t tell if it’s in pain or pleasure. I hope for the former.

“Admit that you’re using your powers on me,” I keep my voice low and menacing, pressing my body into Killian’s to make sure he hears me.

“This is all you, Father,” Killian responds, and for some reason that makes me even more furious. I move the cross resulting in a moan fromKillian that goes straight to my cock. I will make this hurt. With no warning, I pump the cross in and out. In and out. Over and over again. Killian moans, tilting his head toward the sky as if in prayer.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, my breaths coming out in short, sharp huffs.

“Fuck, yes,” Killian moans again, and that answers my previous question. I push the cross deeper, moving it around. When Killian hisses out a breath, I think I may have finally hurt him. I press harder on that spot.

“Does that hurt? Not so cocky now, are you?” I ask, thrusting the cross in and out, aiming toward that spot every time.

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