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Levi always comes to the chapel at night to pray.
It is always quiet at this hour—long past midnight, when even the most devout have gone home and the candles have burned low; their flames trembling in the draft. The silence here is contained, held tightly between the stone walls and the stained glass.
Levi prefers it this way. Control lives in silence. He kneels at the altar, his spine straight as his hands clasp together, head bowed at the exact angle he has memorized over years of repetition. Devotion is etched into his every muscle. His lips move in recitation, eyes shut. He must stay focused, and not let his thoughts wander, as they often do when he is offering a part of himself to the gods.
Levi never liked to spout his devotion to others, especially non-believers. He would never boast of his beliefs, nor would he force another to share them. He believes what he believes and keeps it close to his heart, confining his soul to the path between the mortal realm and the gods.
The recitation comes easily. He knows all of the words by heart now, every line, every correct inflection. He has never stumbled or faltered. Not once. It would be an insult to the gods to verbally limp before them.
But tonight, something feels wrong.
It is a subtle movement. A flicker. A pause between breaths that should not be there. The candlelight shifts, shadows bending across the altar in ways that do not quite follow the rules of reality. They reach too far. Levi’s voice does not stop, but he feels his palms slick with sweat. He ignores the sensation and continues.
“...deliver me—”
“Why?”
The voice that comes from the shadows does not belong to the chapel. It does not echo, nor is it loud, but it is unmistakable. Levi’s eyes open immediately, his entire body going rigid in an instant as his gaze sweeps the empty chapel, searching. There is nothing but shadow and light, flickering candles and stone walls. He clenches his jaw, his hands pressing together harder. It must be a hallucination.
He exhales slowly through his nose and lowers his gaze again, forcing his body back into position, forcing control back into himself. He has no reason to doubt the safety of this chapel. There has not been an incident in hundreds of years, why would one appear now?
He shifts his shoulders slightly and continues. “Deliver me—”
“You poor thing.”
The voice is closer now. Levi freezes. Every muscle locks, tension snapping into place beneath his pale skin. An unfamiliar fear curls low in his gut. He does not know who this voice belongs to—a voice so unnatural to the ears it borders on inhuman—but his instinct screams he should run. Still, he does not look behind him.
“Why?” the voice continues thoughtfully. “Why ask so nicely for something you clearly need?”
Levi inhales once, keeping his eyes closed, hands still pressed together. Whoever this is, he will not falter. His faith will guide him. “Enough,” he says, untouched by the disruption. “Whatever this is—it stops now.”
“A bold assumption.”
Levi feels the shift of a presence behind him, seeping into his awareness. He feels a strange heat radiating, searing his back. Whoever it is stands closely behind him without making a sound. How had they appeared so suddenly behind him without making noise? Such a thing was not possible.
Against his better judgement, Levi turns slowly. He sees you.
You are no spectacle. There is no fire or distortion of reality. Just you, standing a few steps behind him as if you have always been there, as if you belong naturally in this space more than he does. But you are very clearly not one of this world. Your horns curve upward and your eyes glow red in the darkness. Your tail sways behind you as your small wings flutter slightly from their folded position.
Levi stands immediately and puts space between you without thinking, his back to the altar table. His hands fly backward, bracing against the stone.
“Leave,” he says.
You tilt your head slightly. “You would not be here this late if you wanted to be alone.”
His eyes narrow. How dare you taint the holiness of this place?—a place he has grown to call his second home. “This is a place of worship,” he says, tone warning.
“Yes,” you agree, smiling eagerly. You take a step closer.
Levi has nowhere to move, and only pins himself further against the altar table. He is sure even if he had space, he would not be able to run away. There is something in the way you hold yourself that tells him you expect resistance, that such a thing is not an issue to you.
“You may call this a test if that eases you. You are very good at control.” Your gaze flicks briefly to his hands, now clenched at his sides. “I will give you that.”
Levi bites back the words of filth he has reserved only for creatures such as yourself. He knows what you are. Demon. Low and undeserving of life. A plague upon the world, no matter which you are in. He had heard stories of old of the female demons, who use their bodies as weapons against the weakest men. He will not be one of them.
“You do not belong here. Return to whence you came,” he warns.
You hum, pretending to consider his offer. “And yet, you called me.”
His expression hardens. “I did no such thing.”
“Did you not?” You stop just within reach now. You tower over him, forced to look down to meet his eyes. A beautiful, silken shade of grey. Levi senses the distortion of the air, and it makes his breath catch slightly. Something is wrong, deeper in a way he cannot understand just yet. “You have been asking for something. Over and over again.” Levi’s pulse spikes. “I know exactly what it is.”
Levi says nothing. He will not give you the satisfaction. You smile and watch him for a moment, taking in the sight of his tensed shoulders, the straightness of his spine, how he holds himself so fiercely in front of something that his people fear.
“Hold still,” you say.
Levi does not move. He does not wish to obey, but the words freeze him in place. His instinct tells him to flee, to fight, to pray, but logic does not reach the place where panic lies. Your hand lifts to him slowly. He sees it coming, knowing he should duck or step away, or somehow stop you. Yet, he does not.
Your fingers brush his chin, searing against his skin, guiding his head downward just slightly, adjusting the angle with ease. “Head down,” you say.
Levi inhales sharply, ripping your hand away from him, breaking the contact, his eyes flashing with rage. He should not even have to touch you. He will have to beg for forgiveness for this betrayal, but he will not let you corrupt him.
“Do not touch me,” he says.
There it is. Resistance.
You smile, pointed teeth flashing in the candlelight. “Then stop me.”
Levi’s mind is racing now, analyzing, dissecting, searching for explanation, for logic, for anything that makes sense. There is none. Only you. A being that should not exist in this plane, a being that should have been banished from this realm for a thousand years more. He does not know how you came here, but he will do all in his power to force you to return to the hole you crawled from.
“You are so tense,” you say. “If you pray, do it properly.”
“I am not praying to you,” Levi snaps.
“No,” you agree, smirking. “Not yet.”
You take another step forward. Levi finally breaks past the barrier in his mind and circles the altar table, hands braced against it as he moves across from you. You only wave your tail and tilt your head curiously.
“You do not want forgiveness,” you say softly. You notice his breath catching, his eyes widening just slightly. “You want silence. You want it to stop.”
You approach him, and he moves backward again. He glances back, and decides, without thinking, to make a run for it. He makes it only three strides before you suddenly appear in front of him in a flash of red particles and dust. You walk toward him, pushing him back up against the altar table from the side.
“You thought no one was listening, Levi Ackerman,” you say. “But I have had my eye on you for some time now. I know your fears, your wants, your desires.”
Levi shakes his head, gripping the edge of the table. “You are not real.”
You laugh softly, tilting your head to the side. “Is that what you need this to be? You are very good at convincing yourself of things.”
Silence settles between you both. Then, one word drips from your venom-laced tongue.
“Kneel.”
Levi refuses to move—why would he? He kneels for no one but his deities. To even think of bending the knee for such a lowly being disgusts him. His entire body goes still, every muscle locking into place as indignation spreads through him. He must resist.
“There it is,” you murmur, watching him closely. “Is that the part you fear?”
He lifts his gaze to yours, a cold steel to his expression, one you had expected to see much sooner. “I do not kneel for anyone.”
Your mouth twitches. “Not even for what you believe in?”
He pauses. Of course he would kneel for his beliefs, his gods, the deities who watch over him and give him blessings in his troubled life. He knows he contradicted himself, but he knows it is all a game to creatures like you. He will not submit to such childishness.
“Go on,” you say.
You wait. Levi does not move. He holds himself there for a long moment, chest rising and falling as his breathing picks up, balanced on the edge of something he refuses to acknowledge, a feeling that steers toward the side of surrender. He knows what this is. He knows what it means. But why is the steel in his veins boiling to a fever pitch? Why does his body relax, tension bleeding out in front of a demon that should have him sprinting? Why do his knees buckle, threatening to give way and force him into submission? He cannot truly want this, can he?
He finally looks at you for the first time, eyes raking over your body. As told in the tomes, demons wear nothing to protect themselves. Your skin is scaled, your fingernails sharpened into claws, your ears pointed and curved. Your breasts are on full display. His mind betrays him, noting how supple the skin looks despite the roughness elsewhere. When his eyes flick downward, he can see your barren mound between your legs. He sees the way your folds part slightly as you step forward once more, pointed tail swaying.
Levi does not know what overcomes him. Perhaps it is the curve of your breasts. Perhaps it is the enticing glisten of your folds. Perhaps it is the wicked smile you wear as you corner him until he has no choice but to submit.
His knees hit the stone. The sound echoes in the empty chapel. Levi exhales once, his chest tightening as the reality of the motion settles in. He chose to do that. The motion of him kneeling feels so sickeningly familiar that it makes his stomach twist. How far he has fallen.
You watch him, a wicked glint of pleasance sparkling behind your eyes. “See? Not so difficult.” Your hand lifts again, brushing his shoulder this time, guiding him to turn and face the altar. “You look better like this. Now, try again.”
His breath catches. “What?”
“Pray to your gods.”
Levi hesitates for a breath that stretches into eternity, his knees still grinding against the stone floor. He cannot rise, cannot deny the command that coils around his will like invisible chains. This is blasphemy, but the words are pulled from the depths of where they have always lived.
His eyes flutter shut, sealing out the sight of your towering form. He begins the prayer, his voice a low murmur that fills the sacred silence. “O divine guardians of the eternal light, keepers of the soul’s true path, deliver me from temptation, shield me from the darkness that seeks to claim what is yours…”
You watch him with delight, your eyes gleaming as they watch his lips move, every syllable a testament to the control he clings to so desperately. You know this is the moment to unravel him, to weave your essence into his faith until the gods he worships fade like dying embers.
He is yours already. Your tail flicks with anticipation. His body betrays him, even when he fights. You will etch your name into his soul forever. Slowly, you shift behind him on your knees, your scaled skin brushing the air. The candle flames whisper until they blow out, smoke curling into the air. Your claws find the clasp of his pants, undoing it with a tug that exposes what he has hidden beneath layers of devotion and denial.
Levi senses the motion, the cold air kissing his skin as his pants loosen. His body remains frozen, a statue of conflicted piety. His heart hammers against his ribs like a war drum, calling for surrender. He commands himself to ignore this internally. This is a mere trial, a test of purity. The gods demand he endures.
“...grant me strength against the whispers of the void, purity in the face of corruption…” he continues, his voice unwavering at first, until he felt the heat of your breath ghosting along the nape of his neck. Your claws graze the fabric aside to free his hardening cock, already traitorously swelling under your gaze.
Your fingers wrap around him fully now, the silken scales of your palm gliding along his length with a slow, teasing stroke. Illicit pleasure jolts up his spine. You lean in closer, your breasts pressing softly against his back. Your nipples harden against the thin cloth of his shirt as you whisper against his ear, your voice a velvet caress.
“Pray louder—let your gods hear how well you serve. But feel how much better it is to serve me, to let go of their cold chains and embrace the fire I offer.” He throbs in your hand, his resistance crumbling like ash. Soon, he will beg for your claim, forsaking them all for the eternity you promise.
He falters, the words of his prayer fracturing into a gasp as your hand pumps him, thumb circling his sensitive head with expert pressure. You coax pre-cum to bead and slick your grip. Levi’s spine arches involuntarily, a whimper escaping his clenched teeth.
“...purity… ah—” The moan spills out, raw and needy, his hips twitching forward into your fist as waves of bliss crash against the bulwark of his faith.
No, this cannot be, he thinks. He must stop you, he realizes. But gods, it feels…
Shame floods his cheeks with heat even as his cock pulses harder under your relentless strokes. He keels over slightly, forehead nearly touching the altar stone. His prayer dissolves into breathless whimpers that echo filthily. With a firm grip on his shoulder, your claws pricking just enough to sting and remind him of your power, you pull him upright again, forcing his chest to thrust forward. His back bows against your breasts as you quicken your pace, jerking him off with fervor. Your tail curls around his thigh to hold him steady while your free hand traces patterns down his abdomen.
“Shh, do not hide from it, Levi. Your gods cannot give you this, cannot fill you with ecstasy like I do,” you purr, lips brushing his earlobe. You twist your wrist on the upstroke, squeezing just right to draw another broken moan from his throat.
Levi’s resistance shatters like glass under the onslaught, his body trembling violently as the coil in his abdomen tightens unbearably, moans and whimpers tumbling from his lips in a symphony of defeat—”nngh… please… oh gods—” and he cums with a strangled cry. Thick ropes of his release spill over your hand, splattering the altar’s edge in a profane offering. His vision whites out as rapture claims him, leaving him slumped in your hold, chest heaving.
Even in this haze of shame and lingering pleasure, a spark of defiance flickers in his eyes, dim but unextinguished. He can still fight this. His muscles twitch as if to push you away, to reclaim the control that has always defined him, but your hand lingers on his shoulder. Your claws dig in just enough to remind him of the power you have. The power that has already begun to erode his walls.
You rise to your full height, towering over his kneeling form. Your breasts heave with satisfied hunger. With effortless strength, you haul him to his feet, your grip ironclad around his wrists. His legs wobble beneath him. He staggers against you, a groan of half-protest, half-exhaustion escaping his lips. He leans slightly over the altar table. Your tail whips around to steady his waist while your claws make quick work of the rest, shredding his shirt with a single raking motion. It exposes the lean, pale muscle of his chest. You then yank his pants and briefs down, leaving him utterly bare. The chapel air kisses every inch of his newly revealed skin.
He cannot believe that he is exposed, defiled before the gods’ own altar. Horror mingles with a treacherous thrill that heats his blood anew. His hands instinctively rise to cover himself, but you bat them aside with a playful swat.
“No hiding now, my pet,” you say. “Let me see all of you.”
With a firm spin and push, you lift him onto the altar table, laying him out like a sacrificial offering. His back arches against the cold stone, biting into his flesh. His legs nearly dangle off the edge as his arms splay wide, gripping the edges. You climb atop him without hesitation, straddling his hips with your taller frame enveloping his smaller one. Your knees pin his thighs apart as your barren mound hovers teasingly above his flaccid length. The glistening folds of your sex part slightly to reveal the infernal heat radiating from within.
Levi’s breath hitches, eyes widening in renewed panic as he feels the weight of you pressing him down, inescapable. He urges himself to fight, but his body betrays him again, hips bucking weakly in futile resistance. A low groan rumbles from his throat as your claws trail down his chest.
You smile wickedly, pointed teeth flashing. You summon your demon magic with a subtle flex of your wrist, a pulse of crimson energy coiling from your core like smoke, invisible to mortal eyes but felt as a warmth that floods his veins. It targets his cock with ruthless precision—making it twitch, swell, harden impossibly fast until it stands upright and throbbing against your slick entrance, veins pulsing.
Levi gasps sharply, a ragged inhalation that hitches violently in his throat as your magic ignites every nerve like wildfire. His cock strains painfully erect beneath you, the veins throbbing visibly along his length. Unwanted arousal crashes over him in waves, and he thrashes his head side to side. “N-no… stop this… get off me,” his voice a strained growl laced with desperation. His hands push at your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh, his mind screaming resist, fight, do not yield while his body screams louder for the release only you can grant.
Your weight holds him pinned, unmovable, as you sink down slowly, impaling yourself on his length with a tortuous roll of your hips. Your tight walls clench around him like a vice, drawing a guttural groan from his lips—the sound of a man losing his sanctity.
“Submit to me, Levi,” you command breathlessly, beginning to ride him with languid, grinding thrusts. Your breasts bounce enticingly with each motion, claws raking lightly down his sides to leave red trails. “You will be mine forever. No more empty prayers. No more lonely nights.”
He struggles beneath you, hips jerking in a bid to throw you off. His groans turn to gritted curses—“filth—demon… I will not… ahh”—his mind a storm of conflict. The heat consumes him. His muscles strain against your hold, sweat slicking his pale skin until he shines in the moonlight as the altar’s stone grinds into his back with every buck.
Your magic surges deeper now, tendrils of it weaving through his bloodstream like aphrodisiac venom, amplifying every sensation—the velvet drag of your walls milking him, the slap of your scaled ass against his thighs, the way your tail curls around his balls to squeeze—overwhelming his defiance until groans fracture into whimpers. His pushes weaken into needy thrusts that meet your rhythm, panting breaths escaping in hot bursts. His eyes glaze with lust.
Soon, the pitiful whimpers turn to breathless pleas, his hands no longer pushing but clutching at your hips, pulling you down harder, deeper, faster as he pants wildly, “P-please… claim me—I need it… yours—” the words tumbling out. His face is flushed with humiliated ecstasy, every fiber of his being yielding to the infernal bliss you force upon him.
You laugh softly, a sound of victorious seduction, leaning down to hover your lips over his. Your pace quickens to deep, slamming drops that press the tip of his cock against your cervix. The wet sounds of your union echo through the chapel.
“Denounce them, Levi—your false gods who left you aching and alone,” you whisper. “Say it, and I will make you cum. Seal you as mine eternally.” You will make him break. His devotion was always meant for a Queen like you.
He resists one final moment, lips parting in a sob as your walls clench tight around him, squeezing his throbbing cock mercilessly. The magic pushes him to the brink where sanity frays, and then he shatters, voice breaking on a wail.
“I denounce them! No more gods—no devotion to their lies! Only you—claim me!” The words rip from him, and with that renunciation, his body convulses, cock erupting deep inside you in powerful spurts. He floods your core with his seed, back arching off the altar, toes curling against the stone. A cry echoes off the stained glass windows.
You seize the moment of his utter surrender, chanting in the ancient tongue of your realm. Crimson light blooms from your chest to his bare one, etching a glowing sigil there that pulses with your essence. It binds his soul irrevocably to yours, ensuring he can never stray, never pray to another without your name rising first.
Mine forever, you exult, the mark searing faintly before easing into a warm thrum against his skin, visible only to those of infernal blood but felt eternally by him. Levi collapses fully now, spent and claimed, chest heaving as aftershocks ripple through him. The sigil’s glow fades to a subtle ember.
Leaning down, you kiss him, tongues tangling in a dance of dominance and newfound devotion. Your pointed teeth graze his bottom lip before sinking in just enough to pierce, injecting a rush of your magic directly into his bloodstream—a venom that heightens his senses, erases lingering doubts, and etches eternal loyalty into his veins, making his cock twitch inside you even in exhaustion. He moans into your mouth, body going pliant, tasting the coppery tang mingled with your intoxicating essence.
Pulling back slightly, you lick the bead of blood from his lip, eyes locked on his dazed, adoring gaze. You whisper your promise. “Thousands of years, my perfect pet. Your body for my use, night after night. You will crave only me, serve only me, and in my fires, you will find the silence you have always begged for.”
Levi shudders beneath you, the sigil warming in agreement. His mind is finally quiet, filled only with you. You smile.
“You are mine.”