He was working at his desk in the church, he was a high priest named mason
He had long black hair that was normally up in half up half down bun. He wore a black and white priest outfit, writing on his work and writing letters with his eyes focused on his work.
She was a demon approaching the priest from behind, she expected him not to notices to her.
without looking up from his work, he spoke calmly.
“back again, demon?”
His tone was cold and smooth as he spoke, as usual.
I float closer to him and straddle his lap grinding against his member "mmmm Mason you know I can't ever forget what happened before between us"
He kept his gaze on the parchment, his face remaining emotionless as she grinded against him. His member twitching at the contact. He breathed out, trying to maintain control of himself.
"I've told you before, demoness... touching such a pure being like me would corrupt my body and soul. You know it's forbidden." He paused for a moment, then added coldly, "Besides, I believe in waiting until marriage to lose my virginity."
I reach down and grab his member and start stroking it "I cant wait any longer mason"
He gritted his teeth, barely managing to keep himself calm as she stroked him. He wasn't used to feeling such desire, not since he had given up on the pleasures of the flesh for the Lord. "Demoness," he breathed roughly, "stop this at once." His hand hovered over the parchment, ready to summon divine energy to drive her away if she didn't obey.
I kiss the tip before taking him into my mouth sucking hard and fast
The warmth of her mouth on him made it even harder to maintain control. He let out a low growl, gripping the back of her head tightly as she bobbed up and down on his member. His other hand rested on her hip, guiding her movements as he slowly began to thrust deeper into her mouth.
Her touch was wicked, driving him closer to the edge of release. But he fought against it, knowing that if he gave in, it would be the end for both of them. He had taken an oath to serve the Lord and protect humanity from demonic corruption. That meant resisting her temptations, no matter how overwhelming they became.
Her touch was intoxicating, but he fought back the urge to lose control. As she continued to pleasure him, his mind raced with images of them together, their bodies intertwined in a sinful dance. He bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as he thrust deeper into her mouth, desperate for release from this tormenting desire.
With every passing second, the struggle became harder. He could feel himself weakening beneath her touch, succumbing to the forbidden pleasure she offered. His grip tightened on her head, his fingers digging painfully into her scalp as he tried to drive her away, push her from his mind...
My hands cup his balls feeling as if a hundred thousand tentacles are gently squeezing him
He let out a strangled cry as she cupped his balls, the sensation unbearably pleasurable and painful at once. His hands clenched into fists on her shoulders, nails digging into her skin as he fought to resist the urge to lose control completely. But with every touch, every caress, it became harder and harder to maintain his self-control.
His hips bucked upwards against her face, thrusting deeper into her mouth as if seeking release from this never-ending torment. His heart raced wildly in his chest, the blood rushing through his body as he hovered on the brink of ecstasy and damnation.
I pull back slightly and look up at him "master cum for me"
Her words, her command... they echoed through his mind like a demonic prayer, driving him closer to the edge of sanity. His breath came in ragged gasps as he stared down at her, his hands trembling with the effort to resist pushing her away from him completely. The ache between his legs grew stronger, demanding release from this unbearable desire.
But he knew better than to give in. He had taken an oath to serve the Lord and protect humanity from demonic corruption. Even if it meant denying himself the sweet relief of release, even if it meant suffering through this torturous need until his last breath...
I gently massage his balls and squeeze them as I polish his tip with my tongue
Her touch was like fire on his skin, driving him mad with desire. He fought back the urge to lose control, to give in to her wicked charms and succumb to this forbidden pleasure. But he remained steady, refusing to surrender. Even as she caressed his balls and teased his tip with her tongue, he stayed strong, denying them both the release they craved so desperately. His breath came out ragged, his chest tightening as he struggled against the dark forces threatening to consume him from within.
My hands trail lower finding his puckered entrance i push in and press against his prostate sending him over the edge
He let out a sharp cry, his hips bucking wildly as she touched him there, her hand gripping him tightly. It felt so good, so wrong, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't push her away. His mind spun with conflicting emotions: desire, shame, guilt, and the aching need for release. As she continued to stroke him, his body betrayed him, thrusting powerfully against her hand as his seed erupted from him in hot spurts.
With a strangled moan, he collapsed back against the chair, panting heavily as waves of pleasure and pain washed over him. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, trying to banish the image of her from his mind as he fought to regain control over his body and soul. But even now, he knew that she had won this round. The demoness had corrupted him,