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A room set in a place shielded from the sun held a table near the center where a beast and a human sat together with a pretty spread placed before them. Porcelain cups and a teapot had been arranged in a neat manner with wrapped up confections. The bat-like creature placed one digit at the end of their wing wrapped around a teacup and brought it up to their mouth to drink quietly while the human beamed, dark hair covering amber eyes that peered at the creature. Irna looked at those bright eyes and found themselves smiling despite still feeling a spark of confusion somewhere in their mind. A human was looking at them with such adulation as if they were the most beautiful thing in the world instead of being frightened of a strange bat monster. In truth, Irna supposed that they wouldn’t ever be fully used to that loving gaze but it still felt nice. It had been about a week since their first meeting and Ander was a constant bright spot each day and evening without fail. Ander had denied their offer of direct involvement in their troubled life but with a little prodding Ander had at least begun improving his college life and there were still a few things that Irna could do to make his days better. One of them had been to get his parents to call less but in a bit of an embarrassing manner for Ander. Still, telling his parents over the phone that he had a spouse had worked wonders for his mental health and Irna's humor. They still sent their annoying little messages but with less contempt and broken expectations and more questions and prods about when the child was going to come. Irna could give Ander a child anytime they desired but they both figured that the time wasn’t right. Of course, no matter how things shaped up, Irna was still a beast and still had their own things to attend to.

The cup in their clawed digit was set down before they folded their wings and breathed out, “Tonight I’ll need a bit of time away to attend to business.”

Behind that mess of black hair, Irna saw Ander blink, his head tilting, “Oh? Okay. What type of business?”

Irna smiled knowing that he couldn’t resist the urge to air his curiosity, “Simply put, I’m going to be entertaining a guest. Someone in this town has a particular soul that leads me to believe they’ll be visiting this evening.”

He hummed, “So that means you'll be conducting business? Frightening them from the cathedral and all that?”

“Kind of like that.” Irna said while looking away, “I’ll admit that this case is a bit of a special one. From what I can feel, they’re an exorcist but before you freak out, know that I won’t be killing them. It usually never comes to that.”

The sound of the table shaking brought their attention back to Ander, their ears flicking as they saw him with his hands on the table, chair thrown back as he stood with a frown on his face, “But won’t that mean you’re in danger?!”

Irna stared at him for a few seconds and blinked. Their sharp purple eyes assessed the human up and down until they had to chuckle, “Fool...Worrying about a beast when you should be more worried about your day to day. Listen, I’ll be fine. These types of things are where I thrive. You have a connection to me...You can tug on that if you’re so desperate to know how I am doing during the evening.”

For a moment, they thought that it wouldn’t be enough to calm the human but he sighed, his shoulders sagging, “Okay. I guess I should trust you on this. Still, if I can do anything, anything at all for you please let me know.”

“Silly human. I don’t need your protection. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” They said with an upturned snout and a grin. The frown on Ander’s face didn’t fade. With a scoff, Irna got up from their seat and moved around the table to open their wings allowing the human to seek comfort in their embrace while they muttered, “I know you feel like you have to do something for me anytime there is an opportunity but I am not here to charge you for my services. You are here because I care enough about you to hold you as my own of my volition. If I ever need your help I will ask and perhaps, there will be a time where I ask for your help out of desire.”

Ander closed his eyes, cheek pressed against their chest while he sighed, “I love you Irna.”

They felt a pang of warmth curl through their chest that manifested as growing flames on the candles on the walls of their domain. Their words came with a soft breath, “I love you too Ander.”

For the rest of their little meeting, they spent their time cleaning up before saying their goodbyes. Ander opened the door but before he stepped through, he turned around and hopped up to plant a soft peck on their mouth. A small smile touched their expression before they brought their wings around the human to lean down and give him a proper kiss, mouths melding together as they parted the human’s lips to get their tongue inside. Warmth spread through their form as they dipped deeper and deeper into the embrace until they parted with a collective sigh and a few strings of spittle marking their kiss. Slowly, they let go of his body and took a step back, wings folded together. Ander’s freckled cheeks were flushed with color while he stepped back toward the open door to slip through the threshold as into his apartment.

As the door shut and the connection to his home faded, they sighed. Ander was a sweet human who had provided them with more than just a tiny bit of entertainment but moments like him asking to help always managed to strain their mind. A snort came from them as they turned toward a different door to take hold of the handle and open it. That snort turned into a small chuckle as they walked and shook their head. It didn’t make sense for a human to be so concerned about a monster but they accepted it either way as long as Ander at least made an effort to channel some of that concern into his own life. Still, as much as they loved their darling human, there were other things to think about.

Fluttering excitement touched their heart as they strode through the hall of their domain, smile shifting into a grin flashing bright fangs as the candles behind them died out one by one. They had business to attend to tonight and for them, it might as well have been pleasure. A battle with an exorcist, an eternal struggle between a perceived evil and what they expected to be a self-righteous good. It was the type of thing that gave them life! Literally. The struggle could produce such rich energy. They only hoped that the exorcist could last before they had them beat. A small image appeared at the back of their mind of Ander frowning and they stopped before the final door leading to the cathedral while looking down at the handle. Annoying. To have someone worry about them felt as if a small weight had been placed on their shoulders. It was a bittersweet feeling because the one single part of their mind that could even imagine losing wept, not for their loss but for Ander’s tears that would fall. Irna’s sharp eyes narrowed as they grabbed the door’s handle to open it revealing the cathedral’s chapel, sunlight filtering through the windows. They would just have to win no matter what to prevent a future where Ander cried because of them.

The beast faded into shadows speckled with crimson to dart up into the rafters of the cathedral. Their taloned feet clung onto one of the wooden structures to hold themselves in place as they hung upside down and closed their eyes to wait for the evening. The sunlight that was sparkling through the windows had already turned into a sharp orange to mark the twilight. They continued waiting until the bruised blues and black of the night began to filter through. Violet eyes like sharpened wounds opened wide to watch the once hallowed cathedral give into the night. The candles on the walls bloomed to life by their will and soon enough, the doors opened.

Hinges creaked as the cathedral’s entrance parted for Irna’s expected guest. They watched as a russet-skinned human with silver hair cut short stepped through the door, his bright blue eyes scanning the distance as he clutched a book to his chest. He wore the sleek dark robes of a priest but appeared to be around the same age as Ander. Despite how calm he seemed on the outside, Irna could see the swirl of magic twisting around his body like a maelstrom ready to be let loose and they weren’t quite sure if this young priest understood how to harness that power correctly. Regardless, they expected a good time.

When the priest was at the center of the chapel, they descended as a shadow against the flickering orange of the candles. Irna’s guest paused and took a step back with a frown on his face as they rose to full height. They were a puddle of ink coming off the ground turning into a creature made of bristling fur with large wings that opened wide to reveal their sharpened eyes. First impressions were everything and this little priest deserved their best.

“Foul beast!” Said the priest without a shred of fear, “I have come here in the name of our lord to wrench you from this once hallowed location to restore God’s grace to these desecrated stones. I am Davian and you will fall before me.”

A small smile cut across their features as they heard the little priest announce himself. They loved the energy coming off of them and the passion burning through every word. He truly reeked of a hero that had been corrupted by zealous intent but they still could not tell how blind this little lamb pointing his horns at them was. For now, they figured that they should go along with the act and enjoy the back and forth of hero and villain to the fullest.

“My name is Irna but what does that matter? You’ve already established your intent to drive me from my home but tell me, little priest, how is your devotion? Are you driven to the point where you do not question the people that hold the leash and somehow think that it is your God leading you, or do you truly travel under God’s light?” Asked the creature with a grin.

Davian placed the bible through his sleeves and clapped his hands together, chains falling tipped with a sharpened pendulum shaped like a crucifix while he spoke, “I am a lamb of God following his path without question. Those who have taught me speak with his intent in mind and I trust them not to lead me astray. Just the same, your words will not beguile me demon.”

Laughter rolled from their maw as they pulled one wing back and kept the other drawn up to their chest, “I am no demon but I doubt you’d believe that. Now then little priest, let us dance.”

Their words ended, punctuated by the movement of Davian’s arm swinging forward to throw a set of those chains forward. Irna darted to the side to avoid cool iron before hopping to avoid them again. Mystic light poured through the chains and darted up toward them but they twisted in the air and beat their wings hard enough to send them flying away. Irna landed in front of the altar with one foot on it, a grin tugging at their features as they felt their heart racing. The chains pulled back to the priest's hands, those bright blue eyes narrowed at their foot on the altar. Their taloned digits curled on the altar but before they could ruin it, a chain shot from the priest’s hand. Irna darted away from the chain as it struck into the wall behind the altar.

“My goodness. You are so violent for a priest! Are you planning to bind me with those lovely little things?” They said with a clawed digit on their chin.

Davian narrowed his eyes and yanked the chain back but it shot from the wall toward Irna instead. The bat responded by darting forward until they were standing before them with their wings spread and fangs bared. A bit of a close up would be enough to scare most people. The priest yanked the chains back and caught them, wrapping the metal links around his knuckles before he leaped to thrust a fist into their cheek. Irna blinked as they were struck across the face, the cold iron digging into them before they were thrust to the side. They were sent a few steps by the force of the punch but did not reel.

Violet eyes regarded the priest as he stood there in a stance ready to fight with them up close. The priest spoke with a frown “It seems you aren’t a demon if consecrated iron does not burn you but perhaps that only means you are that powerful. An aberration such as yourself should not exist either way.”

Irna brought digits up to the cheek that had been struck. They felt the sting echoing through their fur and against their skin. Excitement throbbed against their chest while they wondered how far this priest could go in a real fight. Rather than wait for another word, Irna darted forward with their wings held back. The priest threw another fist at them but the bat caught it this time in an open hand while their other wing came down to strike the human across the cheek. He grunted and was sent sprawling to the floor, rolling before he got up to brush a fist across his cheek where a red mark was forming. The bat darted in again but this time faded through his body and disappeared. Davian looked from side to side with their fists up and ready to fight at any moment. Small balls of fire appeared in the air and shot toward the human who hopped and dashed away from the flames. Irna appeared when the last ball of fire had struck the ground and their tail shot out to grab his ankle and yank it up sending him flying before they brought one foot up to grab his chest and stamp him to the stone floor.

A cough escaped the human as they faded away again and he got up scrambling, his chains falling from his fists as he clutched the crucifix and wheezed. There was magic coursing through the majority of his body and yet, he did not use a single bit of it. Intent created that aura, his desire to find and destroy Irna feeding it like a festering infection with anger and frustration. A lesson in magic would humble this little priest properly. If he would not use that intent, then Irna would.

Irna appeared and brought one hand up, clawed digits drawing that life into their hand until it glowed red. They channeled the anger, molded it into a spear of light that caused the priest’s eyes to grow wide. Both of his hands clutched at his crucifix, his lips moving rapidly to start chanting a prayer of protection but his intent was different. Despite what Irna had drawn from him, his hate and frustration continued flowing along with a desire to kill that poured into his prayer. That prayer begging for God to send down some sort of holy protection would break the priest and possibly kill him if the intent manifested. Irna’s eyes narrowed as they watched the priest and brought their wing back with spear clutched at the end in their hand ready to throw it. His words grew louder, his prayer grew stronger, his intent bellowed and twisted like a wild creature ready to break loose from a weak cage and as they felt the crackle in the air, they threw the spear.

Light arced forward singing the air in its path as it struck a bolt of white lightning that appeared from the air above the priest. It would have split him down the middle and charred him to a crisp if not for the spear of blood red that broke through it. When the energy dissipated, he was left on his knees with his eyes wide while Irna smirked.

As they strode over to the shocked human, his mouth gaped open and he stammered out, “Y-you saved me!?”

“Ah! So you’re not as much of a blind lamb as I thought. Tell me, are you aware of how dangerous your intent could be combined with magic?” They said with a tilted head as they leaned down toward the kneeling human.

Irritation came back as he narrowed his eyes and frowned, “I called for no magic except to manipulate my chains. My prayers were meant to protect me...Not whatever that was.”

Irna reached down to plant a claw on his nose with a chuckle, “Your prayer was corrupted by your intent and brought to life by the magic you called forth. Those hallowed words of yours became a spell directed at yourself and yet, full of frustration and anger at me.”

He rose while clutching the crucifix in his hand against his chest, “I corrupted the prayer? I did no such thing! Those words are ones meant to call the holy father to my side; they could never be corrupted by mortal intent!”

The claw on his nose moved around toward the cheek and as he jerked his face away, Irna chuckled, “Poor little lamb. The people who brought you up to hate beasts did not tell you how to control the magic inherent in you, did they? Was this your first?”

His darkened cheeks flushed with color while he muttered, “They taught me that magic serves only God and that it is a force that cannot be truly controlled. Our emotions must be shut away while we use it, our hearts must be shielded against corruption.”

“And yet...You still feel. Even if you ignore them, your emotions are there beneath the surface, waiting to burst.” They said while they stroked over the priest’s cheeks.

Davian slapped their hand and wing away with a yell, “What would you know?! You’re a beast! You feel nothing! You are nothing! The people who raised me would never lead me astray!” Power surged through the priest with that utterance of anger. Irna darted back and got on all fours with their eyes narrowing while the human cried out, “Do not try to corrupt me with your false kindness!”

Tears began to form along the seams of his robes while the air crackled again. His body shook and fresh crimson dripped out of his hand clutching the crucifix. The energy gathering was too much for his body to handle but before they could open their mouth to warn the human before they could summon their might to stop him, Davian charged forward. Righteous fury burned through his body, eyes glowing as he drove his fist toward them. Irna hopped away just in time but a knuckle managed to scrape along their cheek burning a cut through their fur. He yelled as he landed and turned to start chasing Irna, throwing punches and swinging his chains haphazardly. They could see the blood falling from his hand dripping more and more until it was a steady flow. The fool was tearing himself apart. Irna could not toy with this little priest any longer. For his sake more than their own.

When he dashed forward, Irna darted in and grabbed his face, lifting him before slamming him down to the stone. He coughed and wailed, kicking and punching while Irna brought their mouth down to whisper into his ear, “Sleep...Rest and dream. Think not of Gods nor pain, only bliss.”

“No...No, I can’t fail. I can’t.” Cried the human as his flailing slowed.

The energy leaking through his body was a violent thing that couldn’t be contained by normal means. Perhaps, if it wasn’t tearing him apart they could simply absorb it through touch or harness it but instead, they needed to drain it quickly. Their maw opened and they placed their fangs on the priest’s neck before pressing them down. Warmth flowed into their maw while their eyes shut and their hands let go of the human’s body to wrap their wings around him. His struggling ceased and his eyes shut, the crackling energy flowing through him coming to a stop as well. They drank until the danger was gone and they felt the spice of his energy bubbling in their gut. Irna let the human down onto the stone and brought themselves up to full height. Another troublesome human, one who had been hurt by those who he put his faith in. They wondered how many existed like this. Regardless, they would watch to make sure the human was okay. After all, as the villain, they got to gloat.

Hours passed and the priest sat up with a creaking groan. He brought a hand up to his head and muttered, “Lord above...My body feels like someone ran me through with a car. Am I in heaven, or hell for my failure?”

Irna perched on one of the pews, wings folded together while they rolled their eyes and spoke, “Neither. You are lying down on the floor of my cathedral. I drained you of that terrible energy that was tearing you apart, so, you’re welcome again.”

A hand from the priest clapped over his neck where he felt the slight wounds, “You...You defiled me! Will I turn?!”

The beast scoffed, “I’m not a vampire idiot. Well, not like you think at least.”

Davian looked at them with a small frown, “That means...You didn’t eat me and you didn’t kill me while I slumbered because you wish to keep me as a toy but if that were the case then you would have bound my body somehow. You just did it for no reason.”

“And?”

The human continued with a mutter, “Then that means you are not evil.”

Irna laughed, “Close enough!” They then hopped off of the pew to approach the human, leaning in close enough to let his nose touch their snout, “I’m evil enough to enjoy every bit of what was happening including that embrace we shared. Thought about giving you a kiss goodnight but I figured I should be nicer than that.”

He jerked his head back while his cheeks burned and his eyes narrowed, “Do not toy with me. I will not fall for your seduction. My vows are iron clad!”

“I wasn’t trying to seduce you...But after such a hearty meal I could use a bit of fun.” They said with a grin.

The priest tried to get up but fell back on his rear, crucifix falling from his hand while he spat, “And I am not that fun! You foul creature, disgusting deviant. I thought you had a shred of good in you but this is all that you wanted to do, isn’t it?”

They fed into the belief that they were a lustful monster, loving the contempt and fear they felt pouring off of the pathetic priest as they opened their wings and took a step closer, wings open as they breathed out, “And what if that is true? I allowed you to live, didn’t I?”

“Then I was a fool to ever believe that I was wrong about you.” Spat the human.

Irna leaned down to grab his neck, lips pulling up into a grin as they spoke, “Your mistake indeed.” They then leaned down to kiss his ear, “And that mistake was trusting the people who have used you for all your life and brought you to this point.”

Those bright blue eyes grew wide before he tried to jerk his head away, his voice coming out cracked, “They would never. All of their teachings have brought me stability. I owe them my life, my being. I had no family, no parents and they took me in, they made me who I am.”

Their voice came with a soft whisper, “And what are you?”

His hand came up to grab their wing as he muttered, “A blind lamb.” That answer came faster than they expected and his voice trembled while he continued, “But I always knew that. How could I not? What could I have done differently? I had no choice if I wanted to please them if I wanted to make them happy and now...Now I have failed them.”

Irna hummed, “Seems like they’ve had you drawn up by puppet strings for a long time. You know, there are more people out there to care about, better people who won’t use you.”

“Oh, what would you know of it? You’re a beast, a base monster without any morals! What would a godless creature ever understand of devotion!?” Spat the human.

They pressed down close enough that they could feel the human’s body shiver through the clothes while speaking, “I know that I do not expect anyone I care about to hurt themselves for me that I would rather speak with them rather than have them devote themselves blindly to me. I don’t understand your devotion but do you understand love?”

“Of course I do!”

When he opened his mouth to continue, Irna interrupted, “I don’t mean the love of an unseen God or one that you have seen but rather, the connection between two mutual beings who understand and care for another. Do the people that took you in really care about you or do they care about what they can do for you?”

Davian gnashed his teeth together, hand squeezing around a symbol of faith that did not exist in his grasp before he finally hissed, “Fine. Fine. No one has ever cared for me in all my time. Not one. Their happiness with me was entirely dependent on my performance and I know that! It is exactly why God appealed to me. He loves all of us without question but even my faith is challenged by this hellish world! Is that what you want to hear?! What else does your foul heart wish to know of me?”

The hand on his neck trailed up to his cheek and again they noted how he jerked away from the touch. This time, their digits followed to rest there showing that they meant him no harm as they gave him an answer, “Would you want me to kiss it all better?”

He raised a brow and his face contorted as if he were tasting something sour while he scoffed, “Excuse me?”

They couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction, “It was a joke. A poorly timed one to get that wounded puppy look off of your face. Besides, weren’t you ready to be my toy or whatever?”

Davian scowled, “I was prepared to accept my fate with some amount of dignity as you defiled me.”

“Still ready for that?” They asked with a grin.

His eyes narrowed while his cheeks burned with color, “Fine, do what you want. It isn’t as if I can stop you.”

Irna brought their mouth down to plant a peck on his nose while they muttered, “You could tell me you hate this and you hate me at any point and I’d stop but instead you’re just blushing and spitting like a hissy kitten.”

“I do hate this!” He blurted, “Your beguiling body makes my face warm with the flames of hell while my groin betrays me. Not a single time have my vows since making them come under fire and yet, my body chooses to react to this nonsense.”

They blinked and stared at the little priest with a small smirk. Before the priest could utter another word, their mouth closed over his while their body pressed down to pin him. He huffed, eyes shut tight while his lips remained closed to them. Irna smiled against his stubbornness while they continued the kiss, tongue sliding over his lips. A tremble ran the course of the human’s body as his mouth began to part to let their tongue dip inside. Davian’s eyes opened halfway, expression softening as the kiss deepened and as Irna pressed more of their body against his. Their wings took hold of the human’s body to bring him in as close as possible, tongues twisting together. Warm spittle swapped between the pair’s mouths with soft smacks echoing in the air while the kiss continued. Lips parted and melded together as the priest began to grow accustomed to their touch. They tried to pull away at one point only for the priest’s hands to come up and grab their cheeks to keep them in place. As much as Davian barked and spat about doctrine and his hate of beasts, his body melted to love even though Irna was a godforsaken creature in his eyes.

The hold on their cheeks softened enough for Irna to pull away, their tongue coming out of his mouth bit by bit while slick lines of spittle marked the connection between them. Davian sucked in a breath and cleared his throat before looking away and muttering, “Will God truly hate me for this?”

Nose to neck, Irna replied, “Your family will. Your God could care less. I suggest you find your own way, little lamb.”

Davian placed his hands on their shoulders, digits digging through the fur while he sighed, “My family will. What an awful fate. I believe they would forgive me of any sin.” His entire body sagged, eyes shut while he continued, “But they would tell me how horrible I am. For my urges. For my body. For failing. All with a smile. All with intent to love. Tell me, beast. Am I so reproachful? Am I a monster?”

Their words came with a softness that betrayed their features, “Maybe but if you’re a monster then what does that make the people that oppress you?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “Hmph...Here I thought you were going to defile me and yet, this godless heathen has seen fit to give me advice. Perhaps after this, I will go on a pilgrimage.”

“This godless heathen is going to rock your world.” Irna purred as they pulled away to bring themself up. One hand flicked something shiny at the priest from the darkness of their other wing, “Here. You’ll need this.”

Davian caught it and sat up to look at a bottle in his hand with some sort of oily substance sloshing within. When his mouth opened to most likely ask what it was, his lips shut tight and his cheeks burned red as he looked at the beast. Irna had their wings spread out to show that between their legs sat a thick shaft and heavy balls. They always felt like switching from one set of genitals to the other and right now they figured this would be the correct set to break in the priest.

Those lips squeezed together parted to let the priest blurt out, “You aren’t going to put that in me, are you?!”

Irna brought one foot up to grab his shoulder and pin it to the floor while they crouched down low enough that their balls were hanging above the human’s face, “That’s what the lube is for, yup. Got a problem with that? I could switch out with something more comfortable for you or maybe a less humanoid shape to add to the depravity.”

Davian’s cheeks brightened while he muttered, “No. This is fine. If I’m going to be sinful I might as well go all the way.”

The foot on his shoulder moved to the floor as Irna lowered their hips enough to place their balls on his face, “Then here give this a kiss for good luck.”

Though the priest looked at them with a flash of irritation and a frown, his mouth moved to plant a soft kiss on one of Irna’s rounded orbs. They expected that tiny peck to be all that the priest did but his hands came up to brush aside their expectations, digits grabbing onto the shaft while his tongue came out to drag against the balls. Irna cherished the surprise, humming happily while bringing one hand down to grab the back of the human’s head. They watched as the priest’s tongue stained itself with sin as it dragged across their fat orbs, first moving up the center before coming around to the side where he began to suckle on one. A line of spittle fell from the priest’s mouth and slid down Irna’s balls creating a cool trail that caused them to shudder.

“How is such a devout little priest so good with his mouth?” Purred Irna.

Davian’s mouth came off of their balls with a wet pop as he muttered, “I said that I have my vows. I never said that I was a virgin.”

The hand on the back of the human’s head dragged his mouth up to the tip of their shaft while they hummed, “Is that so? Well...I’d better take advantage then. Hold onto that bottle and take a deep breath.”

A warm huff spread over the top of their member coming from the priest's nostrils before he took a breath and opened his mouth. Irna lined up the head of their length with his open mouth before they shoved their hips forward. Since the priest had suggested that he was more experienced than Irna had originally thought, they had no qualms about using his mouth without restraint. Half of their shaft was shoved into the human’s mouth and they were again surprised when he did not utter a gag or any other noise. Another thrust brought their balls against his chin with his nose pushed against their crotch. Irna’s claws looped through the human’s hair, digging against the scalp just a bit as they cherished the sticky warmth surrounding their member. Before long, they began to drag their hips back before thrusting forward, starting slow before picking up speed with every thrust. The priest clutched onto the bottle as had been instructed but his other hand moved to clasp their balls with trembling digits squeezing around an orb.

Irna could feel the excitement building in them created by the thought of defiling such a seemingly innocent priest, heat and pressure growing in their gut while they kept on grinding against the human’s face. It wasn’t long before they were using their strength to thrust into Davian’s throat, his head only remaining still thanks to the grace of their claws keeping them in place. A few gags echoed in the cathedral along with the sticky smack of their balls against the human’s chin as drool fell from his mouth to coat their crotch and orbs with it. Faster and faster they moved while focusing on desecrating the human’s throat as they had the cathedral, body shaking as they felt their orgasm climbing ever so closer. It had been a while since they had done this sort of thing and their body had nearly forgotten the pleasure of someone’s tight mouth working the sensitive skin of their shaft.

One more push and they began to let loose, hissing out to the air while throwing their head back. Rope after sticky rope coated the human’s tongue and throat. Seed kept on spilling out from the tip even as it began to leak from the human’s mouth. Davian began swallowing what was given to him, every drop sliding down that throat until it formed a slight bulge in his gut. When Irna finished, they pulled out slowly, lines of spittle marking the connection of their cock, crotch, and balls to his face. Free of the beast’s cock, Davian gulped in breath with a gasp, arm coming up to wipe away the drool.

Before the human had time to react, he was brought onto his stomach with his hips hiked up high in the air. Irna tore through his robes and whatever else he wore underneath while the priest yelped in response, his bare rump revealed to them. They grabbed onto the human's rear and brought their mouth between those plump cheeks, tongue sliding out against the puckered hole while he complained and huffed. His grievances turned into moans that echoed off the walls of the cathedral and soon enough, their tongue darted inside. Irna’s maw was open wide, fangs threatening to close down on the human’s rump while their tongue dug deep inside of that tight rear. They could feel the fire in themselves growing, the burning sensation at the back of their head urging them to go as wild as they desired. It was only natural for a monster like themselves to give into such bestial cravings but they held back for now while they clutched and spread the human’s rump to keep on licking. His moans stopped a few times in favor of grunts and frustrated huffs but soon returned to that sweet song of pleasure that urged them to keep on going. When they had their fill, they pulled their tongue out of Davian’s rear to let it slide down to his shaft and wrap around that twitching length. That long tongue squeezed and tightened as if milking the human’s, Davian uttering out a little curse quiet enough that another human would not have heard it.

The priest's hips began to buck, the bottle dropping from his hand as he focused on holding himself up. Irna’s tongue continued to milk him, twisting and sliding along his shaft. They teased the head of his member with the tip of their tongue, sliding it through the foreskin before pulling it back all the way. A warm breath blew from their mouth over the human’s balls and rear as they watched his shaft twitch between his thighs. Arousal burned in their body as they brought themselves up to grab his rear with one hand. Luckily for the human, Irna had not succumbed to their bestial urges just yet and could still be merciful. Their free hand reached to clasp the dropped bottle, a claw popping the top off before they brought it toward them and squeezed the contents out onto their shaft and his rear. One digit pushed the cool substance against the puckered hole to urge and coax it inside while they licked their chops. Trembling excitement urged them to take hold of their twitching shaft and press the tip to the priest’s lubed hole. They grinned as if they were mad when they heard Davian uttering a quiet prayer and chuckled as that prayer was cut off by a squeak. Bit by bit the head of their shaft spread the priest’s rear. One of their hands moved to grasp the priest by the back of the hair, digits looping through short strands to tug while they bucked their hips forward.

“Lord above!” Cried out the priest.

Irna’s grin did not fade for even a second as their fangs gnashed together and their hips continued jerking forward. Every buck brought another few inches of their shaft into the priest’s tight rear. A moment came where Davian’s insides refused to spread anymore but they were confident that it was only a small set back. Leaning forward, they pushed the priest’s head down to keep his cheek against the cool stone, grin fading as they snarled and brought their bestial strength forth to pound into that ass. A drunk groan came from the priest as his rear finally spread again. One thrust brought their hips against his rump with a loud clap that echoed around them while another push had their balls kissing the priest’s. By this point, their inner beast was in control guiding their free hand to join the other at his head while their hips started to pull back only to jerk forward over and over again.

Prayers became sighs and groans, Irna snarling like the beast they were while the flames of the candles on the pillars began to rise and flicker with their hunger growing out of control. Their hips continued to buck forward while the priest’s groans grew louder, their shaft twitching and throbbing violently within Davian. The movements of their shaft threatened to let loose a load already but they didn’t want to stop so soon. Irna brought their mouth down over the priest’s head to get a better spot to enjoy the songs of his pleasure.

Between his moans, they were shocked to hear little words being uttered, “Fill me with this sin. Break me. Use me. Make me yours. Love me. Please.”

Those words brought their maw open as they hissed out renewed hunger, muscles tensing and growing in their thighs as they drove themselves forward with more of that bestial strength. The priest’s knees were trembling by now and the sudden use of feral power pounding into his rear was enough to bring his twitching shaft to an early orgasm that poured out onto the stone beneath him. Each thrust produced just a little more seed out of that meager shaft until it finally ran dry. Irna’s thrusting did not slow the entire time, their ferocity seemingly growing with every push until their member began to throb and swell while their ebony balls twitched and churned ready to unleash their seed. Another thrust and their climax began with a heavy rope that struck the human’s gut and caused them to gasp aloud. The beast did not stop moving their hips while their cum continued staining the inner walls of the priest.

When they finished, Irna pulled out slowly, groaning as they felt those inner walls cling to their shaft. The tip came out with a pop and they brought themselves up to look down at the priest who could barely hold himself together on all fours. He did his best to turn around on his back while his rear leaked sticky cum and lines of drool fell from his lips. Davian tried to breathe out a few words but instead fell to his back with his arms splayed out.

“Thus, the beast has defeated the hero in both spirit and body,” Irna said with a chuckle.

The priest responded with a particular finger hung up in the air and a huff but no words were spared as he laid there on the cool stone. An hour or so passed before the priest got up and gathered his things. Irna helped with a bit of magic to repair his clothes and a kiss on the head but he scoffed at both gifts and turned his back on them.

Davian muttered, “I will leave now. The demon that is located in this cathedral is nothing more than an overgrown bat the locales have mistaken for a creature of the night. Should that overgrown bat step out of line, I’ll come back. For now, I think I’ll travel the world.” He then turned his head toward Irna and smiled for the first time with a genuine warmth that curled around their heart, “Thank you.”

With that said, the priest left. Later that evening, Irna peeked through the door connecting their domain and Ander’s apartment. They slipped through when they saw that he was on his phone lying in bed instead of sleeping. After a small lecture, they curled in bed with him partially to coil around him and partially to actually fit in his bed. While he remained awake, they told him of the events deciding to be truthful all the way. Ander’s cheeks flushed with color as he listened but he leaned against them while running a hand through their fur.

“So...You really can control that type of thing? Y’know...Genitals?” Ander said with a sniff.

Irna nodded, “I can but I know what you’re thinking already. My gender is whatever I choose it to be regardless of what I have between my legs. You don’t need magic to decide that...But I suppose if you really wanted I could help you learn a bit of shapeshifting magic to be more comfortable in your skin.” Ander chuckled and leaned back against them, “I was going to ask if you wanted to wreck my butt sometime but I’ll admit, that was on my mind too.”

The bat returned the chuckle and shut their eyes, “Go to sleep, Ander. We can talk more tomorrow morning.”

For a moment, they thought that Ander might’ve done so immediately, but his voice came in a near whisper, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Such fear in such a small statement. Normally, that fear would have been a sweet treat for them but the energy flowing from it was soured by their heart. They could never bear to watch this one suffer alone. Irna couldn’t help but wonder at the same time if the priest would be okay. Bah, when did they become so matronly? Shoving those thoughts aside, they focused on trying to sleep.