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The church was always quiet at this time of night. Even when a storm rattled the windows and shook the trees outside, between the stone walls there always seemed to be an air of calm, as if God’s rage couldn’t touch the chapel and the innocent souls inside.
Candlelight illuminated each ancient crack and weathered stone, and the contours of Mary’s weeping face were only made stronger by the orange and yellow flames. Despite the dampness in the room caused by the rainy weather outside, the chapel remained warm, almost humid while the clergy made their late-night rounds and finished their late-night prayers.
Sister Alastor never complained, couldn’t complain when he was kept warm and safe underneath the church's roof and the glorious love of God, whom he worshipped like a flower raising its face to the sun.
Even now, when the thunder clapped mightily outside, and the rain smacked loudly against the red and yellow hues of the stained glass windows that told the story of Christ, he was content while making his rounds.
With his rosary clutched between his long red claws, he whispered the beginnings of a prayer, squinting through the darkness that was missed by the soft glow of the candle in his other hand.
“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,”
It was like second nature now, the words were etched into his mind since the first day he joined the convent, and even since before then, when he was the young son of a pastor.
The words made their way past sharp teeth and red lips while he continued his walk down the long halls, finally making his way into the grand chapel.
Setting his candle down next to the collection of votive candles set on a small table by the door, he dipped a claw in the gold basin of holy water and crossed himself upon entry. On the ceilings above, the painted wings of cherubs and angels appeared to flutter with the movements of the flames, the gloss of paint adding liveliness to their eyes that went subtly noticed and appreciated by the deer nun.
His steps grew lighter and quieter, almost out of respect as he approached the altar, the brightest lit part of the room. Most of it was made from solid gold, lining the stone bodies of Mary as she welcomed all into a warm embrace, and Christ as he bled on his cross for all of humanity. The gold leaf lining the walls and spandrels behind them, as well as the sculpted golden rays behind Mary, illuminated the room brightly up to the center pew, which Alastor walked past quickly to make it to the altar table. Above him, eyes carved from stained glass watched his every movement, even now judging his soul though it remained in his body.
As Alastor finally approached the table, laden with crosses made from gold and silver, and adorned with rubies and gleaming lapis lazuli, he knelt. Once again he held his rosary tightly in his hand, and with the other he crossed himself, his eyes closing and ears pinning down in respect as he began to once again pray.
“Our Father,
who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,
thy kingdom come
thy will be done-”
The familiar words he said each day left his lips in nothing louder than a hushed whisper, yet still it felt like the loudest noise in the room, even with the rain slamming into the large, arched windows.
His ears did not perk back up when the door opened and quietly shut, the ‘click’ of the lock echoing through the chapel as the Priest entered slowly behind him.
Father Lucifer, despite his name, was a righteous man who had always taken his devotions seriously. He was devoted to the Lord, devoted to the Church, and of course, devoted to each sister who found their home and community between the walls of his church. While Godly stone was cold to others, some could understand and appreciate its warmth.
He had been making his nightly rounds and checking in with each nun and monk, making sure they were doing fairly and had no other needs for the night. It was ritual to him just as much as nightly prayer.
Yet as he approached sister Alastor’s room, he noticed it was empty. Of course, he knew the nun hadn’t left, he didn’t just leave like that- no one did.
That left only a few options, and considering how much Lucifer knew about the nun, it left even fewer.
As he stepped into the chapel, he found himself to be correct, and a smirk pulled at his lips. There, illuminated by the gold of the crosses and altar, the nun knelt in prayer.
He had gone silent now, having long finished the words of the ‘Our Father’. Instead of praying aloud, he now prayed in his mind, meditating on each bit of scripture he had long ago memorized for this time of night.
Lucifer quietly stepped down the aisle, only stopping when he was behind Alastor, the long red robes adorning his body flowing around his feet. Clearing his throat softly, he spoke.
“Sister Alastor.”
The nun jumped at the sound of the Priest’s voice, ears standing straight up once more as he hurriedly turned and stood, straightening the black habit that only left his hooves, hands, and face revealed. Giving a small and gentle bow, he folded his hands and rested them at his front, the rosary hanging down from them.
Lucifer smiled at the display of respect. “What are you doing awake so late, Sister? It is pouring out, surely you want to be in your room.” He questioned, taking a few steps closer.
Alastor blushed at the question, silent for a moment. In the yellow glow of the candlelight that surrounded the large altar, the blush looked nearly orange, highlighting his face and making him look almost youthful. Plump lips parted to speak, but a soft laugh left them first. “Apologies, Father, I have had a lot on my mind today and figured prayer would silence it. I know it is late, but it is hard to sleep with my mind so active.” The smile Alastor always wore only widened, especially as he turned his head to meet the eyes of Mary, still watching both of them from her place above the altar.
Lucifer frowned a little when Alastor shared his reason for being awake, and he reached his hand out- an offer. “I am sorry to hear that. May I ask what troubles you sister? You know I am always here for you, and anyone else who requires assistance and advice.”
The nun’s eyes flicked between Lucifer’s eyes which were more golden than the linings of the church itself, and his outstretched pale and narrow fingers pointing towards Alastor invitingly.
Alastor took his hand and gave a small nod, cheeks turning pinker as he thought about what had been bothering him again.
He knew that it could only be described as sinful.
Silence passed between them for a moment, and Lucifer’s patient smile was only further illuminated by a flash of lightning that momentarily bathed the room in white.
The tears of the angels gleamed as they looked down upon their audience of two.
“It is nothing serious.” Alastor decided finally, glancing up towards the statue of Mary that stood so ominously high above them. “Prayer and meditation do the mind well, I thought maybe going for a walk and taking a moment of silence would help clear my head.” The nun stated, meeting the priest’s eyes again with a gentle smile. His ear twitched nervously beneath the veil of his habit.
Lucifer’s hand tightened around his, pulling him closer so their torsos were only a nail’s distance away from touching.
“Clear your head of what, sister? If it is nothing serious, then I don’t think it would keep you up so late.” His other hand reached around to the small of Alastor’s back, setting itself there only inches above his tail and putting a swirling warmth in his stomach. The deer did his best to gasp silently, trying not to shudder at the light touches alone- but he was sure Lucifer could feel his movements, especially when his brows furrowed just slightly in concern.
A chill swirled around them, likely a draft from the stormy winds outside, but warmth began to build between them, even as Alastor once again paused. The chapel remained silent save for the harsh sound of rain hitting the glass and the sound of Lucifer inhaling on Alastor’s exhale. Nothing but the force of God and the beat of their hearts echoed through the room, and the nun wasn’t sure if that made it more arousing or more terrifying.
Arousal, what a fickle thing. Alastor had thought himself a wonderful candidate for the clergy, as sexual desire was something he thought himself above. He felt empty when presented with the common man, and found comfort in more of a platonic relationship with the softer nature of women.
As picky as he was, it was hard to deny his love for the Lord.
Or for Lucifer.
The silence stretched longer adding more stillness to the air as Alastor gazed into those smoldering yellow eyes, the iris that swam not unlike the flares coming from the surface of the sun. Not harsh like fire, but warm and inviting, their glow only heightened by the dancing flames of candlelight.
The priest may have been small in stature, something Alastor had found surprising, especially considering his reputation. But when he stood up at the pulpit, dressed in robes and speaking with such authority, when the gentle simmer in his eyes turned into a smoldering burn Alastor found himself wondering if there really was that much of a difference between the saved and the savior?
Indeed, the tiny priest had wedged his way into his heart. He’d intended on keeping it pure, to let no love in other than the love from above, yet it was almost painful, the way Lucifer had managed to etch his name into the linings of his soul with nothing more than a glance.
“Sister?” And that voice. Calming and friendly, with a sultry tone underneath that sometimes sent chills up the nun’s spine.
It took another moment for Alastor to realize that Lucifer was calling for his attention.
“Hm? I apologize, Father-”
“No need to worry, but I am concerned that you are ill. You say you’re sure that nothing is wrong, but you’re really out of it. Are you certain you’re not coming down with something? Even now, you’re shivering.” Lucifer moved even closer, to the point where now if Alastor took a breath too deep surely their chests would touch.
Or rather, his chest would touch Lucifer’s face, as there was a considerable height difference.
He didn’t dare think about that too long, lest he make his steadily growing problem even worse.
The nun bit his lip suppressing a noise as those golden eyes continued to look into his, and finally, when the tension felt like a rope tightening around his throat, he spoke. “My mind is filled with nothing but sin. Nothing but the sin of the flesh. It’s uncouth. I needed some time alone to deal with things.” The words came out hurried, the blush on his cheeks only darkening as he looked away again to hide his shame. It was embarrassing to be so open, especially to a fellow member of the clergy, and especially when that member was the priest.
Yet Lucifer made no move to judge, made no ornery glare or disapproving noise. Silence passed between them once more, and Alastor feared that maybe he had said too much.
But as the priest’s smile faded into a smirk, the nun found himself grateful that while he didn’t know what was going through Lucifer’s head, at least it wasn’t anger.
“I see. So you are plagued with temptation?” He asked, his voice becoming something less official and more grave as his gaze turned more heated and intense. Alastor could only maintain eye contact for a moment before looking away again. Oh, how he wanted to shrink into his habit, but that was not an option here.
“Yes, Father. I have been compromised, and somehow corrupted-” He was speaking honestly now, as lying was a sin in and of itself. The hand at his back moved lower, the gold ring on Lucifer’s pinky finger worn to show his devotion just barely brushing against his tail.
“I believe that there is something to be done about that, if you will allow me,” Lucifer began to offer, and that’s when Alastor realized that the priest was likely no son of Adam, but the snake that led Eve to her downfall.
“There is much to learn when it comes to temptation, and when to give into that temptation.” The hand holding Alastor’s raised it to his lips so he could press a soft kiss onto the skin there, his left eye closing in a wink that had goosebumps rising across the nun’s flesh.
Of course, Alastor wasn’t necessarily experienced in any of this- he’d never before had to worry about temptation. His ears flicked thoughtfully, once, twice, before finally he nodded. “Sure, I suppose I am curious.” His back straightened properly, as he had been taught to do whenever someone of authority was speaking to him. He was one of the perfect examples of orderly and obedient, even with the always present mischievous look in his eye.
Lucifer’s smirk widened and his eyes narrowed as he was finally granted permission to give into temptation himself, to let the devil within him seek his pleasures and be sated. He allowed his hand to move and stroke up the soft, fluffy tail, and a chuckle left him when a visible shiver ran through Alastor’s body, the habit swaying at his feet.
“I guess we can start with the first lesson-” The hand holding Alastor’s once again tightened its hold, and he yanked the nun forward with firm yet gentle force, enough to bring them eye to eye but not enough to send him to the ground.
The air grew thick between them. Alastor blinked twice, the arousal that had been thrumming in his veins since before he had even tried to go to bed becoming ever stronger as he found himself almost breathing in the other’s air.
“Kneel.”
The words came out with such a level of authority that Alastor did not think to question it. He’d given his life to servitude, this would be no different- especially not when it regarded the man he’d grown to admire so deeply.
His knees hit the tile and yet he did not even flinch, instead looking up dutifully at the priest through his lashes, his hands folded neatly in his lap. The rosary sat between his thighs, his red claws still wrapped around the beads, the prayer having died on his tongue and long forgotten as he stared entranced.
Above him, Lucifer watched, that same smirk etched onto his face as he for once loomed over the nun. From above the altar, the marble wings of the archangel Gabriel stretched out behind him, and illuminated by candlelight, the wisps of his golden hair not brushed down could have nearly been mistaken for a halo.
Alastor realized that this view and this image had to be the reason for the people’s belief in angels, for how could you deny such power?
The priest raised his hand and pushed the nun’s hood down, revealing long curls of black and red. Gently, he threaded his fingers through.
“I will teach you about temptation if you promise to remain obedient. If you wish not to, all you need to say is ‘mercy’, understand?” His voice was husky and dripped both honey and poison, an alluring mixture that Alastor was more than thirsty for, and the nun nodded eagerly.
“Yes, Father- I wish for all of your lessons. Please bestow upon me your knowledge.” Alastor bowed his head, and the hand threaded through his hair scratched idly behind his ear before sliding down so Lucifer could caress his cheek with his thumb.
“That is a good boy.”
Alastor didn’t know why or how, but the words combined with the soft but sultry touch was enough to pull a soft moan from his lips, his eyes glossing over just slightly as the thrum of arousal only grew stronger. He didn’t dare ask questions, he didn’t want to, didn’t want to risk this moment ending. The touch of the priest was already so addicting, and he made it even more so when his thumb left his cheek to run across his lower lip, pulling his mouth open just slightly.
“Tell me, Sister, have you ever tasted man?” The question came so suddenly that Alastor was nearly startled, unsure of how to even answer such a thing.
There was the obvious fact he had considered it- another part of the reason why he had become a nun in the first place. Then there came the option of whether or not to say it out loud.
Instead, he decided to answer with a question of his own. “What do you mean, Father?” He batted his eyelashes innocently, and the low chuckle that came from the priest bounced off the stone walls.
There was the shifting sound of fabric as Lucifer lifted his robes, almost too quiet to be heard over the rain hitting the arched roof. Alastor waited patiently, eagerly, one ear lifted in silent curiosity while his eyes followed the black claws of Lucifer’s hands.
Whatever this lesson was, he knew it was going to bring upon him life-changing wisdom.
The gaze of the angels above them seemed to grow heavier, small mouths open in silent awe now seemed to be open in horror as the Priest revealed himself to the nun.
Held delicately in one hand with his thumb just below the tip was his cock, throbbing, and weeping a single bead of pre-cum that glistened in the soft light of the candle and the Lord’s gaze.
“My God....” Alastor whispered with a soft laugh of shock, unable to look up lest he be reminded of his current sinful acts.
Despite Lucifer’s shorter stature, God made sure he did not lack in height below the belt.
Alastor would have to give a praise of thanks for that later.
“It is not only the flesh of the apple that is tempting- and some say it wasn’t even an apple at all,” Lucifer spoke finally, the hand not wrapped around his length coming up to once again rub Alastor’s lower lip.
“And what say you to that?” The nun pressed, inching forward on his knees while Lucifer beckoned him with his hand now beneath his chin.
“I say we should allow ourselves a taste, get drunk on it, just once- so we know what to avoid, and we’re that much stronger for avoiding it.” Their faces were only inches apart, the nun raising his hands not to pray or push away, but rather to set them on Lucifer’s hips in preparation for what was to come.
“And so this is your first taste?” He questioned, looking him in the eyes now while the priest’s hand once again threaded through his hair, bunching it at the back where it was tied in a short ponytail.
“No, Sister- for when it comes to beauty such as yours, I am a bit of a drunkard.”
Tilting the nun’s head back so his mouth opened and being careful of jagged, yellow teeth, he pushed his cock in, hissing pleasantly at the warmth that suddenly enveloped him.
Alastor’s eyes widened at the sudden intrusion and he had to will himself into relaxing in order not to choke, but just as quickly as the head nearly touched the back of his tongue, it pulled back again.
“Look at you, Sister Alastor, so obedient...” Lucifer whispered, not even waiting for Alastor to take a breath before he pushed back in again, savoring the tight feeling of his throat as he tried to swallow around him.
He watched, momentarily entranced, as he managed to push Alastor down to the base, a frenzied smile curling at the corner of his lips as Alastor’s cute button nose touched wirey, blond curls. “And so talented...truly a gift only God could give.”
The claws holding Alastor’s little ponytail tightened in his hair, pulling a choked moan from the nun’s throat and a small laugh from the priest’s. Tears bubbled in Alastor’s eyes as the thick head of Lucifer’s cock bullied the back of his throat over and over, drool dribbling from his swollen lips with each thrust into his mouth.
His lung burned and there was a mean pressure behind his eyes- but he felt holy.
Here, in this room, on his knees to be witnessed by the Father and the Holy Spirit, was his soul worthy of deliverance.
Another moan was torn from him at the thought, the idea nearly intoxicating especially when combined with the heady, musky taste of Lucifer’s cock.
As more drool splattered onto the marble tile below him, Lucifer forced his cock even deeper, and the tears dotting the nun’s lower lashes finally spilled onto his cheeks, maybe not unlike Cabanel’s Fallen Angel painting, or the weeping Mary above their heads.
It truly was a beautiful picture, a beautiful feeling, the way his vision started to grow hazy with each gasp for breath and black crept in around the edges, making a wonderful frame for Lucifer’s face. Alastor couldn’t tear his eyes away, didn’t dare to as his tongue attempted to make swirls around the heavenly priest’s cock- until Lucifer fully pulled it from the warm confines of his mouth.
Alastor could whimper if he wasn’t such a prideful man.
Panting, he wiped his mouth free of drool and stared up at his teacher patiently.
The rain turned gentler outside, allowing the moon’s glow a moment of reprieve.
“You’re taking these lessons very well, Sister.” Lucifer praised, a soft smile on his face while Alastor caught his breath. The nun’s habit swayed again with the wagging of his tail, the hem just barely dusting against the floor as he relished in the feeling of the burn deep in his lungs while he continued to gasp for air.
Reaching out his hand, he let his thumb again caress the sweet contours of his lover’s face, wiping away any remainder of drool and pre-cum. “But are you able to handle more?”
Alastor’s chest still rose and fell in painfully large gulps of air, tears stinging along their streaked paths on his chin and neck. His vision had come back to him, but his head was starting to swim. Even so, he nodded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his perfect, Godly smile. “I can handle anything you give me, Father. I aim to be good.” He proclaimed proudly, locking eyes once more with the priest. The blown-out redness of his pupils nearly mocked the richness of the wine served for communion, the wine Christ told everyone was his blood to drink.
Lucifer wondered if they tasted as sweet, and while a thought so raw and cannibalistic would normally have startled him, the nun before him made him feel desire stronger than the taste of the body of the Lord.
With another chuckle, Lucifer pulled back a little, the priest’s old heart fluttering just a little as Alastor shifted on his knees to follow him. “Very good, Sister. Come, get some of your reward- but be mindful to the fact that rewards are not always meant to be taken in full.” His hand left Alastor’s face to grab his arm instead, pulling him quickly to his feet and nearly sending him toppling to the ground.
Alastor blushed at how already, his knees seemed to buckle, but he held back any comment.
Father Lucifer held the reigns within the walls of this church.
The priest led him up to the altar, to the seat at the very back, its wooden rest pointing upwards nearly mimicking the shape of the steeple at the top of the grand building.
While everything in the building pointed to heaven, only Lucifer pointed to Hell, and Alastor was merely a blind follower, eagerly heeding the songs coming from the serpent’s tongue.
A long, black claw once again extended, beckoning him nearer, until he was sat in the priest’s lap. It was getting harder not to blush and hide from the several judging eyes, both painted and sculpted, surrounding them in the room.
In a stained glass window above their heads, two angels whispered and one pointed, almost as if pointing out their crimes to the eyes of God.
Lucifer’s hand at his back pulled him out of a staring contest he had entered with the narrowed eyes of one of Christ’s disciples. Always a judgemental one, that Peter.
“Your hands, please.” The priest murmured, in a tone softer than the one he had been using previously. Alastor had to fight not to snort.
Gently unwinding the rosary from where he had twirled it tightly around his fingers, he began to bind his hands together in prayer, setting the cross just above where his right thumb curled around his left, always in view. “It is important that even in times of difficulty, we turn our faith to God.”
The nun nodded in understanding, though he raised an eyebrow in confusion. The priest held up a hand and continued to explain. “Like I said, Sister Alastor, tonight’s lessons are on temptation and patience. Surely you are not breaking now?” A little spark burst in those eyes full of liquid gold, but before Alastor could growl in offense, the priest’s hands let go of his to instead grab at his waist.
And despite his smaller stature, the priest was surprisingly quite strong, easily lifting his hips and planting him down so he was straddling one of his thighs, thick and muscular. The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but that hardly mattered when Lucifer pushed him back and then forward again, making his cock drag against his robes. A gasp left him as the sensation sent hot pleasure through his lower belly, the texture of his robes rought yet delightful on his painfully neglected cock. Swallowing, he choked back a whimper.
“I want you to keep practicing those movements while I read from Paul’s ‘Corinthians’. You are not to stop until I tell you, you are not to come until I tell you, do you understand me?”
His voice carried so much authority, so much power that, combined with the thick tension in the room and the voyeuristic eyes of their painted and sculpted holy audience, Alastor nearly came undone right there.
However, somehow, he managed to control himself, nodding after taking a short moment to recollect.
“Yes, Father.”
Obediently and with grace, he began to move his hips.
Forward, back.
Lucifer grabbed the ornately decorated Bible from the golden table next to him, flipped to a page, and cleared his throat.
“No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind.”
Already, Alastor’s brain started to melt. Or maybe it already had been, and he was just now starting to notice. The top of his head to the back of his neck felt hot, and he could almost hear the whispers of each angel as they watched on from the vaulted ceilings, high above their sinful touch.
Forward, back.
“And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”
The words were quickly becoming nothing but a monotonous drone as Alastor continued the movements Lucifer had shown him, his cock starting to throb painfully between his legs and weep pearly pre-cum. The habit had bunched up around his waist, revealing the lacey black stockings that reached just up to his mid-thigh, and of course, the matching black panties, with the little bow up top where his cock throbbed and strained sat covered in his spend. Embarrassment ran hot through his veins, but he didn’t dare stop now.
A broken moan left his throat and his hips jerked involuntarily.
Forward, back.
“But when you are tempted-”
Lucifer gazed up from the page to the debauched nun, watching as he ground desperately against his thigh like a bitch in heat. Honestly, to him, that alone could describe temptation, especially when compared with the innocent faces surrounding them. He could tell now that Alastor was growing close in the way his breathing had become more labored and the noises coming from his mouth sounded less high-pitched and controlled. The nun’s hips jerked again.
Lucifer continued his reading.
Forward, back.
“-he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.”
Alastor was sure for a moment he might die here, dressed in a nun’s habit in front of the prying eyes of God and those with holy lineage. Tears pricked at his eyes again as the rough texture of the fabric on Lucifer’s robes brought him spiraling surprisingly quickly toward his end, and his mouth hung open with loud moans and desperate pleas. The Lord was meant to know all of the dark parts of one’s soul, he could not care any longer if his voice was added to the crying souls of the damned he was sure lurked here hundreds of years ago.
His hips continued to move, stuttering and desperate, as the heat in his belly continued to rise.
“Father, please, Father, please-” His hoof twitched and his lips curled ever so slightly into a snarl as he tried desperately to hold off his rapidly approaching orgasm, even though he could not stop grinding against the priest. Almost, almost, almost-
“Stop.”
Lucifer’s voice rang out suddenly and unexpectedly, the command bouncing harshly off of the walls in contrast to the cute little moans tumbling from the nun’s lips. Yet try as he might, Alastor, babbling and incoherent, could not stop. His hips continued to twitch and grind on the priest’s thigh, the wet spot on his robes steadily growing much to the nun’s embarrassment. He was so close, had been so close.
“I said stop. Do not disobey me sister, or do I need to punish you?”
Alastor did stop at that, but not by his own will. Lucifer had instead let go of his holy book in favor of gripping the nun’s thighs with his hands, claws digging just slightly into the warm flesh and fur while Alastor let out a growl of disappointment. “Father, please-” He continued to beg, but it fell on deaf ears as Lucifer’s hand skirted up his thigh and beneath his habit, of course continuing past his throbbing cock where he needed it most.
A soft whine cracked at the back of his throat.
Lucifer shushed him quietly. “Hush now, I promise you will receive your full reward soon. We are on our last lesson.” The nun had to hold back another whimper, his hips still trying to move against the priest’s thigh despite his strong hold. He held his lips tightly together, trying not to let any more embarrassing sounds escape him, but Lucifer knew his weak spots better than maybe God Himself.
“For our last lesson-” The priest began again, lifting Alastor by his hips just a bit, but only so he could press a nail to his taint and move the black panties to the side, the touch sending sharp pleasure through the nun’s body and making him gasp and shudder.
Always so sensitive. “You will learn how to follow directions, and follow the path away from temptation.” The nail moved further down, stopping right at his glistening, already stretched hole, Alastor suspended above it like Christ was above them on his cross.
The nun’s breath hitched, the dark blush on his cheeks traveling down to his collarbone as he felt Lucifer’s finger circle his rim. “Father-” He gasped out just as it entered, the digit facing no resistance. His fingers flexed against the rosary beads tying his hands together, desperate to clutch onto the shoulders of the priest.
“Already so loose- have you been exploring yourself, sister?” Lucifer questioned, deceptive playfulness dripping from his tongue with the same sweetness as venom dripping from the fangs of a snake.
Alastor let out a pathetic whimper and squeezed his eyes tight, his body reacting frantically to only one digit. His mind was hazy from being stuck at the edge of release, only made worse when the priest’s other hand let go of his hip to stroke a finger along the underside of his cock. Still, he managed to push up a little smirk, pushing his hips downward to get more of that thick finger in him. “Weren’t you the one who taught me to always come prepared?”
The priest blinked at him for a moment, almost surprised, before he barked out a laugh- quickly adding a second finger as he did. “That is true, though I don’t think you are fully prepared for this one.” He hummed as he started to slowly thrust the digits in and out of the heat of the nun’s body, curling them upward every so often while his other hand gripped the base of Alastor’s cock.
The nun gasped again, jaw hanging open to release a low moan while his hips jerked into the touch. His lashes fluttered briefly, but by the grace of God, or maybe it was his stamina, he was able to collect himself.
“And what makes you so sure of that? You were just praising what a-ah- dutiful student I am.” He flicked his tongue out playfully, though the pride he felt at his cleverness would quickly be humbled as soon as Lucifer’s fingers made contact with his prostate.
“Fuck-!” His cock nearly jumped in Lucifer’s hand, the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through Alastor as his prostate was stimulated caused him to almost go dizzy and worse, almost cum right there without being granted permission. His stomach muscles quivered in an effort to keep his orgasm at bay, even as it got more difficult.
“Oh? Is there a good spot?” The priest cooed, and Alastor would have growled at him again if he hadn’t started hitting that little spot repeatedly. White hot pleasure flashed through his veins and more moans left his throat, unable to be held back any longer as haziness slowly started to fill the crevices of his brain. “Fuck- Father, ah! Holy-” He babbled out nonsensically, back arching as his hips tried to follow the quick and rough pace of Lucifer’s fingers.
The priest tightened his hold around the base of Alastor’s cock with a low chuckle, watching as the nun tried to fuck himself on his fingers, his cock drooling just as much as his mouth, all over his hand and the cross ring decorating his thumb. He smeared precum over the tip, watching with half-lidded eyes as the nun jerked and moaned loudly in his lap. “Look at you Sister, you are doing so wonderfully. Soon you will reap your reward.” He promised, letting a third finger press against the swelling rim of Alastor’s entrance.
Alastor’s eyes remained squeezed shut, gasps and moans tumbling unabashedly from his lips as the priest bullied his prostate with his fingers. “I do not know how much longer-” He started to say, vision blurring with unshed tears of pleasure as Lucifer finally pushed in a third finger, stretching him wide.
“Silence, Sister. You will endure as the Lord tells you to.”
The hand around his cock once again tightened around its base, staving off his orgasm for longer even as it grew painful. With a low growl, he tried to thrust into his fist, anything to get more delicious friction on his cock. But alas, Lucifer still stopped him, determined to teach this lesson in its entirety.
Alastor released a frustrating whine, his hoof pressing into the ground as he tried again to get more.
“Shortcuts will only lead to shortcomings, Sister. Be patient and you will be rewarded.”
If it weren’t for the fact his hands were bound, Alastor may have strangled the priest by now, as awful of a thought as that was. The need for release filled his senses with each stretch and push of those dastardly blessed fingers into his tight hole. He no longer cared about where they were, no longer cared about the watching eyes of God, His followers, and all of the angels above them. His mouth finally hung open as moans shamelessly left his throat, bouncing off of the walls and the high vaulted ceiling that previously had only heard the blessed hymns of the holy.
The coil that had been slowly winding in Alastor’s stomach since he’d first gotten down on his knees was growing maddeningly tight, tighter than the grip Lucifer held on the base of his cock. His tongue lolled out as he let out gasping, staccato pants, not unlike the dog who licked the wounds of Lazarus.
“Please, Father, please-” He begged again, thighs shaking as the pleasure became dizzying. “Only you are Holy, I understand only you are light, please grant me my reward, please-”
His shaking whispers were cut off when Lucifer suddenly withdrew his fingers, so quickly it almost hurt, though that sent a thrill down his spine as well. He was once again suspended on the edge but didn’t dare question it this time, instead looking at the priest in confusion while his chest heaved with labored breaths. Lucifer’s hand let go of his cock to once again caress his cheek, tense silence passing momentarily between them.
The priest smiled.
“Very well. I suppose I can grant you your reward. You have been patient enough.” The words were like heaven’s bells to Alastor’s ears, and he slumped just slightly in the priest’s hold.
“Oh, thank you-”
He was wrong in his two-second decision to relax. Just as quickly as Lucifer had withdrawn his fingers, he set his hands on his hips, and before Alastor could even blink or ask, he was being lowered onto the priest’s thick cock.
When he had even taken it out, he didn’t know or care, for the world began to melt around him as it filled him so perfectly, so divinely. His back arched and his mouth once again hung open as he felt himself stretch to accommodate him, even after being prepped twice.
Pleasure shot through him like white lightning, and he realized that not even the might of God could make him feel anything similar to what Lucifer was capable of.
“So tight, Sister, so perfect-” Lucifer groaned as Alastor’s body clenched around him, both stretching to accommodate him and tightening to relish in him.
He bottomed out in one swift push, exhaling a quiet breath as their hips met and Alastor shook in his lap.
Looking up, he had to bite back a groan.
Above him, Alastor may as well have been the picture of holy. The golden dome of the ceiling looked almost like a halo as it encircled his head, and the glow of candlelight accentuating his cheekbones and the red of his hair only added to his angelic look.
Tilting his head back and exposing his slender, beautiful throat, Alastor moaned, almost as if he were announcing Lucifer’s ownership of him, of his soul, to the heavens.
The room grew quiet again, Alastor’s loud sounds replaced by small, desperate whines and shuddered breaths while Lucifer beheld him and panted into his neck, drinking in his scent. The rain had lightened up, now only a light patter on the panes of the windows.
When the air became thick again, Lucifer lifted Alastor by his hips and slammed him back down on his cock, immediately finding his prostate, which the nun announced with a yelp.
“Oh, fuck, Luc- Father!” Alastor moaned out as Lucifer set a brutal pace, his hands still bound by the rosary settling on his chest in an attempt to ground himself.
His moans and the sounds of skin meeting skin quickly became the loudest noises in the chapel, echoing and bouncing like the flames of the steadily burning votive candles set all around the room. Not even the fire of Hell could rival the growing warmth in Alastor’s gut, blooming with the threat of swallowing him whole.
Each rough bounce was a direct hit to his prostate, white slowly started to fill his vision while a pleasantly loud buzz filled his ears, which were pinned to his head in pleasure. His claws dug into the tips of his fingers, still clasped in prayer even though the only holy name leaving Alastor’s lips was the one belonging to the priest currently fucking him brainless.
“Father, please, I can’t-” Alastor sobbed out, quickly becoming overwhelmed. His neglected cock bounced between his legs with each grind downward, precum leaking all over his stomach, thighs, and the black panties he wore. It throbbed mightily as Lucifer continued to bully his prostate, making the nun nearly scream in pleasure. “I want to cum, let me cum, pleasepleaseplease-”
It was a tempting plea. Lucifer felt himself throb deep in Alastor’s walls, the nun growing even tighter around him and stirring heat deep in his loins. Yet the priest continued to bounce him, not stopping his quick pace- and not granting him reprieve, either. “Pray, Sister, you must pray.” Lucifer panted out, grunting lowly as Alastor let out a high whine.
Still, the nun was desperate for release- so pray he did.
“I praise you, Lord, I-” The words were filled with whining desperation, Alastor’s chest still heaving as his hips continued to snap and grind downward onto Lucifer’s cock. Despite his hands being bound, and the fact that he could barely see straight, he reached his hands out to caress the priest’s face, pulling a broken moan from his lips. “It is you, you who is my Heaven and my Earth, you who is holy to me-” He stopped speaking so he could moan, pleasure once again making him blind as Lucifer somehow quickened the pace.
“Oh, fuck, Alastor-” Lucifer could feel his end nearing at the words coming from Alastor’s mouth, his mouth hanging open as he panted out his pleasure with each harsh bounce. The nun clenched around him one more time and he gasped, bringing his hand up to quickly pump his weeping cock in time with his movements.
“Cum for me, cum for me, and know you are delivered-”
Alastor’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his orgasm overcame him at once, pleasure overtaking all of his senses and fading everything into bright white. He tossed his head back with a loud wailing cry, his back arching and rosary-bound hands going to his chest while his cock shot pearly white fluid heavenward in long, hot ropes. His wine-red eyes rolled back revealing only white, and his brows furrowed and twitched while his chest heaved with deep, fucked out moans that echoed through the pews and arches of the chapel.
He allowed his body to give into temptation with shuddering whimpers and twitching hips. Covered in his spend, he found divinity in the lap of the priest holding him, and tears of relief rolled down his cheeks as he thanked the holy man for his deeds. The priest’s name left his lips over and over again in whispered prayer as he came down from his high.
Above them, Jesus wept.
Lucifer met his pleasured end not long after, his orgasm crashing over him quickly at the sight and feeling of the nun shattering apart in his lap. With a groan, he came deep inside of him, pulling the nun close while their spend mixed and dripped onto the tile floor.
Panting as he finally came down, he quickly unbound Alastor’s hands, pressing a kiss to the knuckles and little marks where he had clutched the beads tight enough to leave indents in his skin.
“You are forgiven.” He whispered.
The wind howled outside.