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“Ah, Father Kyle! Would your husband join us today?”

“Not yet, Melissa. He is still weak, and I wouldn’t impose this on him. He’s still bedridden.”

I stood by the church door, watching over my flock, running and rushing for this week's sermon. Many were coming from their small communities higher in the mountains or downstream, so many souls wishing to get my guidance and kindness.

But, as usual, the village’s crone and her husband approached me… And their first words were for my husband, Andrew. Their solicitude was a kind thought that shouldn’t be wasted, and, to my delight, their words were a balm that brought a smile to my wrinkled face.

“Oh. I will pray for him today. It is such a pain for all of us not to see him. Andrew is so generous,” moaned the old woman, her hands pressed over mine. Even if I towered over her and my hands were bigger than hers, it was her way to bless me and pray for my Love’s recovery.

“Fret not, Melissa. He will surely recover if we pray for him. Plus, he still owes you a proper stew,” I smiled as I followed my flock inside the stone church dedicated to Torm.

I had been this community's ordained Head priest for over twenty years. The stone, the altar, the wood roof, the decorated windows… I knew it all and could walk inside with my closed eyes. As for the people, I knew each of them. I baptized most, like Torm’s faith required. I couldn’t forget them. It was a small world, and I was to be a pillar like Andrew.

Following Melissa's kind wishes as she pressed to the front, many believers joined hands and offered me their prayers; they, too, hoped for my Love’s return.

Andrew wasn’t a public figure since he always preferred staying in his apothecary shop to work on his remedies… But only a few knew as much as him regarding potions, poisons, and childbirth. While I baptized those souls, Andrew brought them to this world… Even some of the most exotic members of our congregation. He… Was missed.

I couldn’t show my pain to them. I quickly rushed past the wooden benches and chaotic crowd to disappear behind the altar. I missed Andrew so much. My loving and kind husband was always so tactile and eager for kisses. Always questioning my rambling and findings. But… A red-haired demon had stolen his place, and I didn’t know how to change this. Always sick, constantly coughing, and sour. Other doctors put his attitude on his illness or a curse, but it still wrought my heart to have him act so cold. I missed our nights together, our hands exploring each other in the candlelight, stroking his hairy chest and that star-like scar.

For a second, I prayed in silence to Torm, hoping for his illness to begone. Perhaps he would return to me and no longer stay abed. It was a small prayer I wished to become truth as I passed the door leading directly to the Altar and the pulpit in front.

My flock was there, sitting and their voices lowering. Shushing motions and harsh glances were exchanged while the unruly children were directed to sit on the benches and not move. Their energy of the young souls eager to prove themselves to the world. They were not eager to sit while listening to old people’s talks. I understood them but hoped that day’s sermons would help them. I approached the pulpit, watched the worn prayer book, and opened it on that day’s bookmark: To steel One’s resolve.

I coughed, my eyes drawn on the lines while my lips moved to mimic what I would say. I had to pick the right tone today. And I spoke: “Resolve your heart against adversity and horror, as the world is about to-“

[I]“Honey. I missed you so much. It is good to have you back.”

[/I]I froze. That voice… With such sweet and sultry words. A voice I languished to hear talking to me like this. My hands stopped, my head shook… I thought it to be a hallucination.

“As the world… As the world is about to change, new threats will arise. Those were the words of Torm, the brave when he graced us on the 13[SUP]th[/SUP] of Highsun! That day-“

[I]“Yes, he is gone. I don’t care about his sermons; he keeps repeating them until they all nod off.”

“What excuse did you give him this time?”

A single stroke from those clawed black fingers against the red tuft between my breasts and my heart drums in my chest. As always, he’s casually playing where I got that enormous red scar looking like a star, teasing my nipples, and me.

[/I]I froze… Again. My wide eyes were on the congregation, and their gaze was back at me. They were expecting something and were confused about why I stopped. They didn’t hear those voices. Not had they sensed it: that cold, clammy skin beneath my clothes and playing with my chest. No, it wasn’t my chest. Scars and red hair, it was Andrew’s chest. My heart was drumming at that moment. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, passing a hand over the cold sweat covering my balding head.

“That day… Torm slew Bane and gave our world a reprieve from the Lord of Tyranny. But those words were true. That day, good prevailed over evil. But resolve isn’t for those days; resolve is for the moments when our gods cannot watch over us! When Evil threatens our families and our homes, and our lives! Resolve is for the moment when our faith is put in questi-on!”

[I]A kiss lands on my right breast, and a shiver runs through me. Another starts as the lips descend further and further… I cannot limit my voice or stop those moans. His delicate caresses claimed me long ago. Now, I welcome that love from that perverted charcoal-skinned Imp… And he welcomes back my affection, my caresses on his horns and folded wings. How could I not belong to him?

[/I]Again, I felt like my heart was skipping a beat. Those were Andrew’s thoughts, what he felt and said… I… I wasn’t sure at the moment, but a part of me knew it as I stood before my flock and tried to regain my composure. Some were surely surprised to hear my voice waver. I only hoped they would have coined it on my husband's illness as I resumed my reading. My eyes were fixated on the prayer book, but my mind… It raced as the assault continued.

[I]Finally, his kisses are on my belly. His hands cradle the taut and sore skin, giving it a small reprieve from the pain. I feel the slow beats inside, the tender weight… And then, his lips kiss me on that tattoo he left me with after our first night. A delicate and intricate mark, he told me, was the blessing of the Abyss. A reverse pentacle held in what represents a womb, a symbol of his love and affection he kisses and kisses, making my heart beat faster, and my blood rush to my loin. Each of them is a spark, a little flame birthing in my groin and wanting release.

“My spawn is growing stronger and healthier, my Whore,” he answers with a luscious grin, one I adore.

[/I]My mind raced as I not only heard their words but also felt them. I leaned against the pulpit, my hands clenching around the wood. But… Could I have done differently? I pushed back the tears as I felt the kicking in my belly, the blood rising to my loin, the quiver in my backside. What was this? What was happening to me, I thought. I desired to leave, but if I did… People would have noticed my erection beneath my robes. And I tried to resume my sermons.

“To steel One’s resolve is to find in your memories a moment of love and care, your shield against the woes of this world. That memory shall be your guide in the tempest, your light in the obscurity, and… Ahh!”

[I]“Ahh!” I moan, feeling his last kiss on my belly. One last that made my mortal cock dribble and spew on our sheets. I feel my ass clench, ready to be claimed again… And I see it. That bulbous demonic cock, erect and ready between the Demon’s legs. He is hung, much more than my husband. His dick is thick, and long enough to cover the distance between my groin and knees.

I can taste from here that leathery skin… Feel that salty savor against my tongue before he cum and feeds me with it. Why is Kyle always ruining our moments?

[/I][B][I]“Do you like this? Cuck?”

[/I][/B]I didn’t. I didn’t, as my eyes were red, and I felt my mind slipping at the idea of feeling, watching, and hearing. I wanted to scream back, somehow. Something was happening to Andrew, had been happening to him. And only now I knew it. Worse, that- that demon taunted me!

“And your balm for your wounds! But Torm said: You, my child, do not close yourself to the world in an attempt to protect yourself! He-“

[B][I]“Ah… Good old Torm and resolve. The good moments and all that jazz… Do you want to feel your husband’s happiest memory?”

[/I][/B]“SILENCE!” I shouted, breaking through the crowd’s whispers. I saw people jump in their chairs, families freeze… Never before had I raised my voice. But it had to get out. I had to get it out of my head.

[B][I]“Do you want me to shut up? And hear your husband’s whimpers instead?”

[/I][/B][I]Slowly, I slip his cockhead against my lips. The taste is so raw and intense, earthy even. Everything tastes like ashes in comparison… It is a shame Kyle is always sticking around; I wish I could keep my head between those legs and feel that cock in my mouth. Its warmth and silky touch is a delight… Whenever I move my tongue, I can feel the soft cockhead bend a little and spurt more salty precum in my mouth. It’s… Slightly acidic, too. I can feel it swirl against my tongue before I swallow it, but already there’s more. Always more.

[/I]I brought my hand to my mouth. I… I sensed it, too. That slightly acidic savor. I couldn’t deny how good it was, how wondrous it tasted. Whenever Andrew swallowed, I felt it down my throat, too! I felt that taste spread over my tongue, mixed with my saliva. It was precum… Nothing more. But it tasted like a King’s meal, a wine so refined I couldn’t pass. I tried discretely to wipe the saliva dripping from my mouth, but I think some saw it. And worse… I- There was more saliva as my throat contracted.

[I]His cockhead pushes through my throat, impaling it. I no longer gag, not anymore… And in return, I can watch my lover holding onto my head with his wings beating. His hips, thin with protruding bones, hit my chin as he’s punching inside me and stuffing my throat with more of his honey.

[/I]My fingers trembled against the pulpit. I could… feel my throat clench, could feel that demonic cock push through it and make me almost gag. But I breathed, I could breathe. I could barely tell what was true or not. My red eyes returned to my flock, watching them waiting.

I swallowed my saliva and wiped it.

“He saw wisdom in those innocents’ souls searching for new experiences, lovers, and friends. It is not resolve to close himself to the world… But isolation and folly. Resolve is the willingness to keep the eye open.”

I swallowed my saliva again, feeling that cock punch through my throat. It was indecent and perverted… I could feel it play with my uvula and rub against my tongue to coat it with that devious taste. One… I foretasted it. It branded my soul, made me shiver, yet go hard whenever that thick cockhead released its tacky fluid in my throat. I-

[I]“Please, Honey… I am hungry. I haven’t eaten anything good in days… I am hungry,” I beg, my eyes watering. All Kyle prepares tastes like ashes. I want my meal. I was about to get my dose of demonic cum, to get something to appease my hunger. But no, he pulled out.

And I’m forced to lay on my side as he plays with my ass, tugging on my cheeks. I-

“You will get it soon, my Whore. But I need to do something first.”

[/I]My mouth kept watering, my eyes going right and left over my flock. Their gazes were on my lips; I couldn’t falter any longer. I had to push, to keep going.

“He said: When I see you, young souls stepping on that world, I wish to protect you. I-… I wish you didn’t have to be beset by Oblivion. You must be strong, you must be br- brave! You must be steadfast against Evil!”

My voice quivered, unable to stay steady, as I felt those clawed fingers against my ass, bare and exposed. Nobody could see it… But I felt those clammy digits plunge between my cheeks and spread them apart. I felt that Demon’s touch against my hole, where I had only allowed Andrew. Those claws spread them and pried my tight orifice open until it was agape beneath my robe. And I leaned further.

[I]I recline and spread my legs further. He’s back between my legs with his hands exploring my hole, testing how flexible it had become under his guidance. But it is surely perfect for him, perfect to bear his brood. Yet, he pushes… And touches… And plays with it.

“Oh. Honey, I love your touch,” I mumble, unable to find the right words for him.

He doesn’t shame me for it as he laughs and gives a kiss on my right nipple.

“I know, but you’ll love it more,” he says as he bites it.

[/I]“ARGH!” I yelled in pain, feeling the sting of the teeth against my right nipple. I… I brought my hand to my chest, feeling my heartbeat fasten and quicken while my chest burned bright with that foreign and hellish sensation. No… Worse as that wound, that piercing sensation, turned worse by the second. And then… It turned cold as if something had slipped inside. I-

I felt his claw, digging deeper, and my legs quivered. Worse, my knees were about to give out. Something was stealing my husband, stealing him away. I could feel it; I could feel the dark pulse going through my right nipple. And then.

“HRMPH!” I raged, gritting my teeth while another bite was inflicted upon my soul.

“Father Kyle, are you okay?” asked a young lad approaching the altar, a preppy whose white robes clung to his large frame. His name is John, but I couldn’t even remember it as that moment with me swallowing back my saliva.

“I-“

[I]I reach for the rings through my nipples, with their little skulls attached to them. They are both cold and warm to the touch, the opposite sensation mixing together and making my nipples tingle with anticipation.

“Where? How did you find those?” my voice come, quivering while my hubby’s digits keep plunging with my cunt and stretching it. I offer no resistance, and, in return, he gives me no pity while he touches my sensitive spots.

“You don’t need to know. But they’re tokens of my affection, my Whore,” he answered with such a sweet tone as his mouth descended onto my round belly and my navel. And… He bites it. He bites it, and I feel like a tremor goes through my body while another ring is set.

His touch is heavenly. I feel touched, touched through and through. His lips are on the pierced navel, right in the middle of his tattoo, then it spreads across my body and inside. I feel his kiss on my lips, in my mouth, on my tongue, in my throat. I feel it at my fingertips, palms, wrists, arms. Nothing has been left untouched, and I embrace back the sensation.

[/I]I gasped for air, feeling that Demon’s touch all over me. I gasped wide-eyed while resting against the pulpit, then shook my head and hand. If I moved, everyone would see the raging boner despite the robe or how weak I was.

Even at that moment, I felt this Demon’s kiss all over me and in my hole. I- I experienced Andrew embracing him, welcoming him. I… I loved… he loved it.

“I… Give me a moment to catch my breath… T- Torm is gifting me with a vision!” I blurted, a lie but the most direct I could find. Yes. A vision, it had to be a trial or something. It couldn’t-

[B][I]“Tsk tsk tsk, lies. In the house of your God? Unless I am your God? Am I? Kyle?”

[/I][/B]I desired to answer, but I couldn’t. Not when that Demon’s tongue suddenly invaded my mouth. One whose taste couldn’t compare to cum, but I welcomed it. And hated it. It was messing with my head and Andrew’s; it was nothing but a parasite.

[B][I]“You still deny me? But it is you who denied your Husband’s needs. I am a generous master, and he welcomed me. He begged me to take him, to give him my spawn. What you couldn’t.”

[/I][/B]“Is this true, Kyle? Is this true Torm is sending you a vision?” asked the young lad, approaching to support me. But I turned, trying not to be seen by the young priest. “What do you see?”

I cleared my throat, contracting the muscles and yet feeling the Demon’s tongue inside, worsening that sensation… Of… being invaded!

“Yes! I- I see Evil in our community! I see a danger nearing us! A creature might be lurking around! A threatening shadow that might turn us against our peers!” I stammered before I howled again.

My ass… My ass was gaping and empty. The demon had pulled his fingers from it… From Andrew’s ass! But I could truly feel my own ass gaping; I could feel it and try to clench, but it didn’t close.

“Lord! Father Kyle! What else do you see? What is this torment? Is this painful?”

“Y- Yes. It is painful. I- I can barely endure it.”

[B][I]“It is? Sounds like your husband likes it.”

[/I][/B][I]He's moving. I could feel his saliva in my mouth, but he parted from them. He moved away, and now, he’s between my spread legs with his dick slapping against my hard cock and tight testes. He’s slapping them, playing with them.

My ass is ready and prepared. I want it. I want it. I want it.

“Please, Honey! Let’s have another brood!” I beg, feeling that enormous cocktip press against my relaxed asshole. He’s bigger than Kyle, way bigger than him. But only with him inside me do I feel good.

“Of course, my Whore. You’ll bear my brood, strong and healthy… And breed an army for me.”

I yell as his tip pushes inside me and spreads me carefully.

[/I]I yelled as that dick spread me apart, made me feel hollowed out by something almost as big as my thigh.

“Torm! Have pity!” I cried, spit flying from my mouth onto the prayer book, my eyes nearly rolling. This thing was so big; it took me apart ever so slowly. How could someone… Something take it?

My eyes watered from the sensation as I tried to grasp onto my sanity and hold it tight.

“Father Kyle! What do you see?” continued the young priest while a few approached and surrounded me. They couldn’t know, but I wasn’t able to move. If I moved away, my legs would give out. But I couldn’t bear it, it was so big. So large. It had entered me entirely.

Its sheer size was spreading me apart, and I dreaded the moment the Imp would start to pull back, and-

[I]“Honey… I don’t want the tip… I want it all inside me!”

“Of course… Let me… FIX THAT!”

[/I]My eyes widened further as I felt sick. My stomach was crushed from the inside, and with my forehead resting against the pulpit, I brought a hand down. I felt it, the Demon’s bulging cock wrecking my stomach and squeezing my other organs, I felt it through my skin.

It did hurt, but… Not like a beating or physical. It hurt me, but it brought me pleasure, therefore it wounded me. How could I endure it otherwise? It was the Abyss’ touch!

[B][I]“But you like it, don’t you? You like feeling me inside you. You cannot lie to me.”

[/I][/B]I couldn’t lie. I couldn’t when I felt my hard dick pressing against my robes and rubbing against the fabric. I couldn’t lie about how I sensed my lover’s pleasure while that dick pushed in the furthest reaches. I… I couldn’t compare. Nobody, human or not, nobody mortal could compare, and it was wrong… Oh, so wrong to imagine it.

Worse, his tongue was back at my lips and giving them his desired affection.

“I- I feel the Demon breaking me,” I mumbled with my throat clenching around that tongue.

“What demon? Is this not Torm?” asked a Priest, a hand approaching my shoulder before I pushed it away.

“There is a demon!” I cried, my eyes red and watering. I couldn’t see my flock, not my prayer book, as I felt like I crumbled under the assault in my throat and my ass. My body was so burdened that only the pulpit allowed me to stay put. “That Demon is there! Breaking me! Taking me apart! He’s ruining me! He’ll ruin us all!”

[B][I]“But I won’t. I only want your pleasure, mortal. And mine.”

[/I][/B]His voice was sweet as silk, perverted as the caresses on my forehead and the kisses on my nose while his hips moved back. At that instant, I could have taken a breath of relief, the tension within my guts receding.

The tip slipped away.

[I]“Honey… Please, take me. Ruin my tight pussy! I’m all yours!” I scream in abandon with my legs tightly clenched around him, holding his wiry body against mine. His dick, so big and satisfying, feels at home inside me. It’s where it belongs; it’s where I belong.

And here, he laughs gently, leaning further to give me another kiss while he holds onto my knees.

“Of course. But… You have to vow yourself to me tonight. This is what you desire, don’t you?”

[/I]I gargled as that creature punched my guts again while whispering those words to my Husband. I hoped for Andrew to be strong and not stray from our ways. At that moment, I felt something… I felt the band around my finger move and grow hotter.

[B][I]“I promise. I will take good care of you two, of all of you, Kyle.”

[/I][/B][I]With a sigh, I pull the ring out. Kyle’s ring. He gave it to me on the Altar when we married. But as I see it, I only see a useless trinket. He cannot satisfy me. He cannot make me feel good like now as my true love rocks my body and plunges against my soft spot.

I see stars; I see the light; I see the pure and intense love sparkling behind my eyes and blinding me.

My fingers are weak, so weak. But I finally manage to extend my palm, so heavy with that ring inside.

“Please, Zaparu. I will be-“

[/I]I clenched my eyes, trying to chase that vision. But I felt the ring finger missing despite having it on. Worse, I knew what Andrew thought at that moment. I experienced it, too. That intense love and desire, that lust. How could someone love something or someone as much as Andrew did? Did I ever feel true love in my life when it couldn’t be compared to the affection, devotion, and faith my husband had for that Imp?

My mouth was ajar as my only free arm flung around to ward my attendants away. I was about to crumble; my mouth dribbled with saliva all over the book. I was about to fall. To crumble, to break. I couldn’t.

[I]“-your wife.”

Those words ring true in my mouth, like the pleasure he gifts me. And with a blow, I feel the ring melt in my hand and drop on my belly. The hot metal sizzles and disappears without any pain or warmth. It… It is gone!

[/I]For a moment, I felt my husband’s ring gone, too. I still had mine, but the link between us was… Twisted. But Andrew’s… It had disappeared. Gone, erased with a flash. In my state, rambling and crumbling, I couldn’t fathom what had happened.

But feel it?

I did as it started with a little warm spot on my belly. It was mere warmth, akin to a pleasant cot. But then, it… pierced me. That white-hot iron. I was pierced by it! It… it was close to a blade, to a spear, to anything that could’ve gutted me like a fish. I howled, making my congregates step back in fear as my repulsed eyes kept rolling.

It danced on my skin, etching it with magic I could sense through my clothes and body. Maleficum! A curse! A poison that ran through my veins.

However, through the pain, I could still feel that Imp ravaging my Husband’s ass. Rather than diminishing the sensation, it heightened them to another degree. He was bred; I was bred. I could experience my ass clenching around that dick and grip on it. I sensed the myriad of delicate compressions my inner muscles made in reaction to the shaft’s movement. I… I embraced the tongue, playing with my mouth until I gagged audibly at the altar.

Afar, I heard the distant screams from people, my followers, shouting in fear. They couldn’t know, they couldn’t… Understand.

Who could understand that I was fucked through and through, unable to resist that wondrous Imp ruining me and my husband. How could they?

[B][I]“Are you enjoying my gift? Isn’t it delightful?”

[/I][/B]The Imp’s mocking voice echoed through the ruins of my mind. I heeded those mocking calls through the intermingling waves of delight Andrew enjoyed at the hands of that monster. I- I gasped on the ground, feeling my own sensations for a second: my groin was about to explode. My body was at its limit, and my climax was near.

But if I did… If I gave in, if I allowed that victory over me...

[B][I]“Do it, Kyle. You know you want it. You… Deserve it.”

[/I][/B][I]“Ahh… Honey, what are you- AH! YES! YES!”

[/I]The phantom sensation picked up in my ass, both in speed and intensity. My tongue had been released. But only to give the Imp all the appreciation and freedom of movement as he moved over me, keeping my legs spread. His hips hammered my thighs and ass like a press. His testicles were beating my ass raw… And hitting my prostate square.

I cried. Tears rolled on my cheeks as I had been graced. I- I cried my heart out on the ground, sniffing and inhaling. How could a man not love this? This was wrong, utterly deviant.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw the prayer book standing proudly on the pulpit. But no amount of devotion could… save me from love. My new Lover.

I almost blacked out from the sensation as I felt my burning cocktip release what felt like days of backed-up semen into my robes and staining them. The scent, linked to the sulfur perfume from the Imp’s skin, hit my nostrils as he pressed his lips against mine and locked his legs to stay firmly inside.

He groaned, too…

In that moment of shame and utter abandon, I recovered my wits. I saw the gaze of my congregate and priests over me, watching my reaction. To them, it seemed I had recovered from my bout of insanity. They… Looked down at me, some with anger and disdain. They… Saw me release myself, but not everyone did.

However… I knew they didn’t see the truth. They didn’t feel Andrew’s belly bloating with all that demonic semen pouring inside, or his mouth eagerly sucking that tongue, or those pierced nipples tugged on, or that pierced navel popping out from the inner pressure.

Nor could they see the Abyss’ mark burning beneath my robes, my strained skin peppered with stretch marks. They could not see the cum sloshing in my guts, deeply set within me. They could not… Enjoy the instant my guts had been claimed, and his seed sowed.

[B][I]“Thank me for that gift.”

[/I][/B]Grabbed by the armpits, I was lifted off the ground and away from the Altar. Yet, with my arm dangling, I stroked my belly and its added weight.

“T-thank you, my Lord,” I said, my voice croaking, when I felt the first kick inside me.