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“Don’t look at me while I fuck you like a whore. Isn’t this what you wanted?” he snarled. Our flesh clapped, and each thrust pushed me forward until my head hit the headboard.
“Yes!” I shrieked and arched my back, pushing my ass further out to take him deeper.
He grunted and ground my face into the mattress, not allowing me to move. I could only lie there with my ass in the air and take everything he gave me.
Sebastian slapped my ass a few more times, fisted my hair at the back of my head, and yanked me back until I was on my hands and knees. I screamed, clenching on him again and panting from how turned on I was. Arousal dripped out of me and slid down the insides of my thighs.
Our shadows moved on the wall and headboard, and his seemed larger and somehow taller. At the top of his head, horns jutted up and curled back. They looked like ram horns.
My mouth went dry.
“Sebastian,” I whimpered.
He chuckled, slapped my ass, and pushed deeper inside of me as punishment.
“Whose pussy is this, bunny?” he asked mockingly, no longer sounding like himself.
“Y-yours,” I breathed and squeezed my eyes shut as he pushed deeper, the girth of his dick swelling to stretch me further than any human could handle without ripping. “Oh, god!”
He slammed into me, the force ramming me forward and onto my face. “Not God.”
My eyes flew open, and I screamed as some force took control of my body, forcing me to orgasm. I came so fucking hard that I saw double. Glitter danced in the air. My legs shook, and I went limp. Sebastian—or whatever horned thing kneeled behind me—held me in place while he continued to fuck me like he hated me. It was everything I ever dreamed of wanting.
He grunted behind me, his dick throbbing. Warmth flooded into me. His deep groans of pleasure were a choir of angels singing only to me. I shivered and gripped the pillow beside my head, imagining it was his back that I clawed at.
The most potent energy I’d ever tasted filled me. An unidentifiable spice coated my tongue, ending with a hint of sweetness.
He jerked his hips forward to push his still-hard dick into me, spilling himself again. A thread joined us together, and I yanked at it, wanting more of him in me. My stomach no longer hurt as I fed from his essence and orgasms. More cum filled me; some spilled out and joined my slick on my thighs and the sheets.
I rocked back into him, forcing him to keep fucking me. He hissed as he came again. The pull I felt before forced me to orgasm again, keeping me in a constant state of bliss. It went on like this a few more times until I was full to the brim and couldn’t take any more. He stopped moving, and we both panted. Sweat beaded on my forehead and upper lip, sending a tingle across the sensitive skin.
I whimpered as he pulled out of me. Our combined cum leaked from me and dripped from my mound to the bottom of my stomach. I couldn’t find the energy to lower myself onto the bed, so I kept my ass in the air.
“Goddamn, succubus,” he groaned behind me.
I whimpered as he scooped up the cum that dripped out of me and shoved it back inside my abused pussy. He continued this motion until every drop was back where it belonged. My breath caught as my clit throbbed. My body hadn’t realized I was too full and exhausted to keep going.
I closed my eyes, sleep pulling at my mind.
“Who are y—”
38
LUCIEN
Father Thomas was getting his dick wet again and forgot he needed to be at the confession booth. That was fine by me. I wanted to plant the seed of doubt in these young, impressionable minds. So far, I’d dragged a few little lambs away from God. I saw it in their eyes as I talked about the contradiction that was God and hisholyBible. The look of terror nearly made my cock hard.
Most humans feared the afterlife because they didn’t know what waited for them on the other side. Would they be in eternal darkness? Or possibly sent to Hell to burn for eternity for not having a stronger faith in a selfish god?
This was why I played my part as an unholy priest for Lucifer. I wanted us to win the war against God and his pathetic angels. Even with my band and music, I spread the message about Lucifer.
That reminded me I had a show coming up this weekend. That meant neither Daiman nor I could watch over Grace. I’d have to plant cameras in her home or bring her with us. I didn’t want the latter because I couldn’t stand her or the fact I got hard from simply looking at her.
She’s just a kid.
Entering the chapel, I ignored the looks from all the students, who turned their heads as soon as they heard the door open. I searched through the crowd, looking for one in particular but not finding her. Glaring at some random kid, I crossed the room and entered the confession booth, settling down on the seat. While I adjusted the white Roman collar at the base of my throat, the other booth’s door opened, then gently closed.
I turned my head, peering through the net screen. It was supposed to keep them anonymous so they wouldn’t get in trouble for confessing, but I could still make out her face. I firmly believed the school did that on purpose.
