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The Salacious Spirit Starring Satres By Draconicon

He moved slowly as he stepped into the enclosed shrine. The wooden door shut silently behind the raven, though not from his touch. An unfelt wind made the lines of paper hanging from the ceiling sway back and forth, and the candles flickered with a ghostly green light.

"I come with peace, spirit. Please, greet me with the same."

Satres slowly knelt on the pillowed floor, his bare talons turned upwards, his black robes folded around his lean form. The raven laid his feathery hands on his knees, closing his eyes.

"You have haunted this shrine for years, the villagers tell me. Why do you remain here? You are no demon, I can tell; why do you haunt them?"

"Desire...."

The lone word was hissed in his ear, as if from someone over his shoulder. His neck tightened as he resisted the urge to turn around, and he took a deep breath. His chi expanded from his body, forming a thin sensory net that he cast about himself.

Nothing around the small shrine.

Nothing around the pillows.

Nothing around the candles.

But up in the air...

Satres lifted his head, opening his eyes. There was nothing physically to see, but he could feel the spirit above him, clinging to the ceiling like a child to a branch. He narrowed his eyes.

"Come down. I won't hurt you. What do you desire?"

"Desire...flesh..."

"Do you wish to feed, or walk the world again?"

"Desire...your...flesh."

The raven rolled back as the spirit darted towards him, barely avoiding the cold touch of the ghost as it landed where he'd been kneeling. He leaped to his feet, one hand going to the holy beads around his waist while another rapidly gestured a sign at the spirit.

It was fast, darting around the blast of chi he thrust at it. Flipping around like a monkey, it advanced on him. Pillows were flung in the air, adding more obstacles for the raven to deal with, and Satres glared at the spirit's presence. It was a troublemaker, not particularly powerful, but he couldn't allow it inside him. No spirit should have the right to walk the land again in another's body.

He used the beads as a whip, the blow to the spirit knocking it back. It hissed at the impact, and he 'saw' it pressing a hand against its chest. The blow had harmed it.

As he advanced, however, a second presence caught his attention. A second presence...behind him. He whirled -

GOT YOU!

The second presence disappeared as soon as he turned, and he was defenseless as the spirit leaped into his back. It was like being punched in the base of his spine, and the raven went flying, landing hard on one of the pillow piles scattered across the room. He groaned, shaking his head as he tried to push himself to his feet.

He managed to get one hand under him before his body froze. His eyes went wide as he realized the spirit was already spreading through him, ghostly arms pushing down his like a person putting on a coat. Cold 'legs' pushed down his, and his toes curled without his consent. Even his eyes blinked without his control, closing and opening as the spirit got itself comfortable inside of him. Then his beak clicked, and it started talking.

"It's been so long since I've felt myself in flesh. Heh. You know, that really hurt when you hit me."

You were trying to take over. I defended myself.

"If you'd just let me finish what I was saying -"

You desired flesh. It meant you were a devouring spirit or a vicious one.

"You forgot one possibility."

And what's that?

"A horny one."

Satres struggled for control as the spirit pushed his body upright. His arms shook as the spirit used them, each movement slow and jerky, but there was no denying who was in control at the moment. The avian would have grumbled if he controlled his mouth, but nothing moved. He couldn't even frown, and the grin that his beak turned up into disturbed him.

He was walked towards the shrine again, past the line of candles and up to the offering bowl that was on the far side. A stone dish that must have laid there for centuries, the raven groaned as he realized what the spirit was going to do.

You can't be serious. This is a sacred place.

"You bet I'm serious. I haven't had a chance to feel like this for years."

His hands undid his robe without his prompting, and despite his distaste, his shaft was already rising. The raven would have turned his head, but instead was forced to look down at it, watching as it rose from his crotch to meet his hand. Even he admitted that his feathers felt good along his member, but he wouldn't have done something like this here.

"Oh, you feel that? I bet you're used to it, but try going five years without so much as one orgasm. Blue balls from hell, let me tell you."

I imagine that's where we're both going for this. For the last time, get out of my body!

"Not until I'm done."

Against his will, Satres' arm continued to move up and down, up and down along his shaft. It throbbed under his fingers, getting harder by the second as he was forced to masturbate himself over the shrine. The raven mentally bit his lip at the sacrilege of the situation, still struggling to gain control of himself, but nothing worked. The spirit was in too deep.

His other hand moved to one of the unlit candles, and the raven's eyes went wide. Or would have, if he had control.

You can't be serious.

"Hey, you should be happy. This will get me out faster."

You are not shoving that up there!

"I sure am."

His body spat on the candle, and feathery fingers rubbed the saliva into the waxy end rather than the wicked one. Forced to stand up as he kept stroking himself, Satres mentally braced himself as the spirit lowered his body on the thick candle.

It slid in far easier than it should have. He'd never put himself out there for use, unlike some of his companions, so the ease by which it slid in surprised him. More shocking was the fact that he enjoyed it as much as he did, as his shaft jumped in his hand as it kept mechanically stroking it. Some pre even oozed over his fingers, dripping from them into the bowl.

Up and down the spirit bounced his body, making him sink that candle deeper and deeper into his feathered rump. Loud moans burst from his beak, and he blushed, one reaction that the spirit couldn't stop. His body was on the verge of climax already, just from the bit of stroking and the hard pounding his rump was forced to take.

"Ooooh fuck!"

Swearing too? Any other defilements you plan to make?

"Just shut up and enjoy it!"

The spirit sank him down to the base of the candle, forcing all but the bit of wick at the end into him. The feeling of fullness pushed him over the edge, and his body came. A long string of cum splattered against the bottom of the bowl, and with it, he felt the spirit start to fade away.

Satres blinked - the first action he could take on his own - and immediately took advantage of the situation. Harnessing his chi, he forced his energy around the spirit, forcing it downwards rather than letting it escape upwards.

H-hey, what are you doing?!

Putting you where you aren't going to cause any more trouble for others.

The monk forced the spirit further down in his body, past his chest and his stomach and into his crotch. As his orgasm ended, the chance to expel the spirit in the form of his seed ended, but he was able to lock the ghost within his sac. He felt his seed churning within as the spirit tried to rile him up, but he forced himself to ignore the feeling. Instead, he reached for the edges of his robe and pulled them tight, shaking his head.

"You'll be safe there until I can find something to do with you."

Still shaking his head, the raven reached for one of the pillows. He removed the case and used it to wipe up the mess inside the bowl, and lowered his head in repentence towards the little statue behind it.

"I am sorry for my transgressions. Please forgive my actions, for they were not my own."

As he stood up again, he groaned. Reminded of the candle, he removed it from himself, but didn't replace it. It was defiled by what had happened, and would not suit a sacred shrine. After a moment's hesitation, he put it in one of his pouches.

Heh, planning on using that later, birdy?

"I believe the phrase you used was, 'Shut up.'"

...And enjoy it?

"I doubt it."

Now, how was he going to explain this to the villagers?

The End