Beneath the Cassock Ch. 02: Communion

Warning: This story uses a religious setting and rituals some may find offensive.

Angela sighed as she slipped a bookmark between pages then placed the trashy paperback onto her nightstand. While she wasn't one for flights of fancy and nonstop sex, there was something appealing about the story she was reading involving a girl being seduced by an incubus. One of her friends had given it to her as a gag gift for her eighteenth birthday and she had initially opened it to get a sense of just how bad it was. But after only a few pages, she was engrossed in the story because the author seemed to have been writing about her.

Like the heroine, Angela was an eighteen year-old who was proud of still being a virgin. Five feet six inches tall, she was a petite waif of a girl that all the guys at school had their eyes on. While she had dated a number of them, she had never and would never put out for any of them because it was obvious sex was all they wanted. Despite holding onto her virginity, she wasn't opposed to premarital sex or even casual sex. She just wanted her first time to be with a guy who actually cared about her and not just what he could do to her.

After making a final trip to the bathroom and kissing her parents goodnight, Angela returned to her room and locked her door. Laying on top of the covers, she closed her eyes and brought to mind her incubus. While the description of the one in the book was attractive enough, he didn't do it for her.

Her demon lover was tall, six feet four inches to be exact. His shoulder length black hair was casually tucked behind his ears and always looked sexily disheveled. Beneath it, he had an angular face that contained bright blue eyes, a narrow nose and not too thin lips. Unlike the man he was modeled after, here was short stubble along his sharp jaw line and square chin that helped make him look laid back and relaxed. Under the cassock she usually saw him in, she imagined a tanned torso which was broad and tapered to a narrow waist where a well-defined Apollo's belt and a muscular ass held up the skimpy fashion briefs she was sure he didn't wear but wouldn't mind seeing him in.

With one hand moving back and forth between her breasts under her shirt and the other inside her shorts teasing her slit and clit, Angela imagined the face of her priest, Father Borromeo, making love to her as the incubus in the book had done to its victim. He would tease her, drawing out her pleasure and feeding on her growing sexual energy. A nip of sharp teeth would bring just enough pain to dampen her arousal only to be followed by a lick that would cause her toes to curl. The real priest might have been celibate, but she was sure if he ever had the opportunity to be with a woman, he would be as fantastic and attentive of a lover as her incubus.

As she found the right rhythm and pressure on her firm clit, she could almost feel his strong, broad hands with their long nails kneading her breasts and the brush of his soft hair and horns against her legs as his mouth brought pleasure to her nether regions. Suppressing a squeal, she allowed her arousal to peak and rode the wave, allowing it to carry her to sleep.

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Angela watched Father Borromeo step onto the altar and take his place at the pulpit. Even from the pew halfway back in the large church, she could see his blue eyes twinkle in the sunlight that filtered through the stained glass windows. His deep voice sounded less foreign as it began to recite the Latin text of the mass, yet it still filled her with the warmth of arousal because the religious words couldn't hide the sultry nature of his Italian tongue. And as that tongue peeked out occasionally to moisten his thin, red lips, she wondered what it would feel like on her, if it would feel as she had imagined so many times.

Even as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her arousal grew stronger, she knew that she should not be having such thoughts about the man. Not only was he easily in his early thirties making him much too old for her inexperienced eighteen years, he was a priest, a man who would counsel her rather than fulfill the desire she felt. And seated in church next to family and friends as he performed mass was definitely not the time to entertain such fantasies.

When communion began, she chastised herself for the impure, inappropriate thoughts she'd had. As she did, his eyes seemed to fix on her as she rose to join the procession. Their eyes met and it seemed to her that she could see in his gaze that he knew her thoughts. Under his scrutiny, she had no choice but to look away and blush with her shame. As she drew closer, each time she looked up, he was watching her intently and she feared he would call her out for needing confession before receiving the sacrament. When it was her turn, she became worried as he withheld the wafer and stared at her.

Time seemed to stop before he spoke.

"Kneel."

Though she was confused, Angela obeyed the order and dropped to her knees.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth."

Angela stared in confusion at the priest for a moment before complying. Almost immediately after opening her mouth, she felt something firm but spongy press against her teeth and force her mouth wider. As it moved deeper into her mouth, she soon learned it was only the leading edge of something much harder. Out of curiosity, she ran her tongue over the object, learning that it had a mostly cylindrical shape. The more pliable forward section was slightly larger in circumference than the firmer portion and seemed to be cleaved in two by a deep slit in the pointed yet blunt tip. As soon as the leading edge pressed against the back of her mouth, it reversed motion, pulling back slightly before pushing forward again.

Upon hearing a soft sigh come from the man above, she opened her eyes hoping to not disrupt whatever ritual he was engaged in. She choked on a gasp as she saw Father Borromeo standing in front of her naked and thrusting his very large, very hard penis into her mouth. She tried to pull back but he placed one of his broad hands on her head to hold her in place.

"I was willing to ignore you, to let someone else have you first," Father Borromeo said effortlessly as he ignored her increased struggles. "But your calls became so desperate and needy that I could longer do that."

She blinked hearing that his voice was no longer the melodic, baritone that she knew. Instead, it was a gnashing, rending cacophony of sound full of harsh noises that resembled no human or earthly animal language of which she was aware. Despite that, she understood every word of what he said without knowing how. Needing to escape whatever was happening, she redoubled her futile struggling against him.

Unconcerned with her protesting, Father Borromeo continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. "Just relax. You have wanted this for so long."

"I've never wanted this," she could only say in her head because her mouth remained full.

"Yes, the fuck you did."

Angela was surprised by how gentle his tone was even as he cut her off in that strange language.

Father Borromeo continued, "You have thought about me too many times and too intensely for it to be a passing fantasy. I see the way you look at me during mass or the youth events your parents force you to attend. People think demons are all bad and evil, but knowing that you are a virgin, I was willing to ignore you, to wait until you married. However, you can only call upon a demon so many times before he responds to your summons."

"I didn't summon you," she said weakly.

The incubus priest chuckled then said condescendingly, "You imagined your priest was an incubus that would take your virginity while you fingered yourself to a number of very satisfying orgasms. Almost on a daily basis. What else did you think would happen? That a demon of vengeance would show up to smite your enemies?"

Angela could see his point. "Okay. Sorry. You can go now. I didn't know that incubuses—"

"Incubi," he corrected gently.

"I didn't know that incubi actually existed or that I could summon one and have him look like my fantasy."

"I believe that you didn't know we exist. I am especially pleased you didn't suspect I was an incubus. That is how it should be. But I will not be leaving."

"Why not? What are you going to do to me?"

Father Borromeo chuckled lightly. "Well, the answer to both should be obvious. I have not yet fed. And you, dear Angela, shall be my next meal."

Angela stopped struggling. "What?"

The priest smiled benevolently. "Just relax. I will do all the work. And there is no need to fight me because you will not win."

Despite his soothing tone which was completely at odds to the discordant language in her ears, Angela could not relax. Ignoring the fact that Father Borromeo was forcing her to service him orally and that she, too, was now naked, she could see that somehow the rest of the church service was progressing around them normally. No one seemed to notice the two of them there in front of the congregation engaged in an act that, according to Church teachings, should not be happening.

Her eyes darted back up to his face and she saw nothing but kindness there despite the situation. Knowing that she should not take advantage of his nakedness as he was doing to her, she nevertheless let her eyes slowly move down his body, taking in the hard, lean torso that rippled with well-defined muscle. Upon reaching the sharp Apollo's belt that separated his torso from his legs, she blinked in surprise. Her eyes rapidly moved down the length of one leg before taking in the other and she felt fear begin to bubble back up through her again. Instead of the muscular, lightly hairy limbs she expected to see, there were two legs that were both goat-like and reptilian in their appearance. Black and scaly yet having a furry appearance, they were definitely inhuman. It was made worse by the fact that at their base where his feet should have been were a pair of shiny, black cloven hooves.

Looking back up to his face, she saw that the kind, blue eyes that she had known were now black with small points of red in the center, and noticed for the first time a pair of mottled black and gray horns that grew out of his thick, black hair. Nearly as wide as her wrists at the base, they curved backward in wide loops next to his temples framing the still handsome face she knew. Behind him, a pair of large wings were folded in repose. Each was capped with a large claw that somehow looked more dangerous than anything else she had seen.

She felt his hardness pull out of her mouth yet, with her mouth now empty, she remained silent in shock, staring at the being in front of her. He still very much looked like the priest she knew, but most of him was not what she expected to see with his long robes removed. He looked like something out of a horror movie or nightmare. Demonic. She knew she should have been afraid of the creature, but she no longer was. Whether it was because of its familiar appearance or some other spell, she knew he had no intention of hurting her. And while sex was not anything she had expected when she entered the sanctuary for mass, not something she anticipated happening until she was married, she accepted that it was about to happen whether she wanted it to or not.

Father Borromeo smiled benevolently. "That is correct. I will be fucking you."

Angela was not surprised to hear that and relaxed further.

Suddenly, she felt her body being raised to her feet. Father Borromeo had not reached out to assist her and there was no pressure of force moving her which meant there was nothing she could fight against. Once standing, she saw him look her over appreciatively. She watched with some trepidation as he raised a hand with its long, black claws and began to trace light, erratic trails across her body.

"So beautiful," he said softly as he explored her nude form.

While she did not do organized sports, Angela enjoyed biking and running during her down time and had a lean, fit body to show for it. Not as well defined and rippled as the body of the being in front of her, hers was tight yet curvy. Even as she stood upright, her breasts were perky, firm mounds topped with wide nipples that pointed upward. Only when she felt him drag a nail across one did she realize how hard they were.

After he finished his initial examination, Angela continued to move upward until her crotch was even with the demon's mouth. Her shapely legs bent at the waist and knees, putting her in a quasi-sitting position, then spread open to expose her sex to him. Her eyes went wide as she saw his tongue slither out between his lips.

It was not the forked, serpent tongue she expected yet was still unquestionably inhuman in appearance. Completely black, the wet muscle slithered toward her and over a foot of it extended out of his mouth before touching her slit. He used it to lick slowly over and along her outer folds before pressing between them.

Angela gasped as she felt the slick muscle slip through her virgin opening then released the breath when it stopped almost immediately upon feeling her maidenhead.

"So pure."

She relaxed for a moment as it moved backward but tensed again when the tip began to move up and down at the edge of her folds. The slow, regular movement was almost soothing and she felt her arousal renew from the experience. As the motion continued, she could feel the tight space becoming slicker as the demon's tongue stimulated her to produce more moisture. It slipped more easily along her slit and gradually began to speed up until it was flicking rapidly within the crevice much in the way she thought a snake's would.

Suddenly, Angela felt the tip flick at her stiff, hidden nub and the sensation was different from her own touch. Her body responded by arching her back and she cried out as her body tensed in orgasm. As she shuddered in ecstasy, her hands flailed around trying to find something to ground her. They came into contact with his head and she eagerly grabbed hold of his horns as if they were the only lifeline available.

As her orgasm consumed her, she felt his mouth press to her flesh and begin to suck on her clit even as his tongue continued to play against it. While she worked through the wave of pleasure, she was vaguely aware of her body being moved backward. Again, she knew that the demon priest's hands weren't the cause of her body being in motion. A heavy sigh of relief left her when she felt her back touch a cold, hard surface. Thankful for the solid presence against her body instead of the unseen force, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply trying to relax as the wave began to subside.

Once she calmed and was able to reopen her eyes, she saw that the fire in his eyes had nearly doubled in size from the small points she had initially seen. As he retracted his tongue, his wings slowly unfolded. When fully opened, she marveled that his wingspan was easily double his height and reached roughly from his calves to about a foot over his head, not including the length of the thick claws capping the ends. They began to beat slowly and pushed a surprisingly cold breeze toward her. She watched him rise into the air above her, rotating until he was in a standing position.

Involuntarily, a sound left her that was a mix of whimper and moan upon seeing the demon in his full glory hovering in the air a few feet above her beating its wings. With each beat, the air pulsed with a sound so deep it rumbled through her body and a musky, but not unpleasant, odor washed over her. Between his legs, his erection drew her eyes with its size and intent. Hanging below it was an equally large sack that might have looked more at home on a barnyard animal such as one whose legs his partially resembled. As she stared, she saw the tip of his previously unnoticed tail glide between his legs and along the hard extension. Her eyes widened momentarily upon realizing the end of the appendage that snaked between his legs resembled the crown of the cock it began to encircle.

Despite the fact that Frankie knew she should be terrified by the demon in front of her, she could not deny the sexy display. Her eyes wanted to appreciate his beautiful, hard body framed against the backdrop of his wings, but they lingered on the huge phallus and dangling scrotum at the junction of his legs. His sack swayed back and forth pendulously with his movements, seemingly heavier than they looked. And even wrapped within his tail, she marveled at his penis that surely stretched longer than any human male's without looking absurd on his body. It cured upward slightly and, with the tip of the tail next to it, she could see that the pointed crowns were nearly identical in size and shape.

Involuntarily and unbidden by him, her legs spread open in invitation. Angela watched with tense anticipation as he smiled and angled himself slightly forward then glided down toward her. In his eyes was a hunger unlike any she'd ever seen before. She felt surprisingly at ease as, without touching her, he spread her legs wider then bent them at the knees to place her feet flat on the surface upon which she lay. A gasp left her when she felt his hardness slip between her folds with an uncanny precision. A whimper followed as his tip pushed against her barrier. The sound turned into a sustained mewling of discomfort as she felt it give way under his unrelenting forward motion. In addition to the raw sensation of being torn, she felt her body being stretched open as his thickness pushed into her. Through it all, her gaze remained locked on his eyes, unafraid and accepting what was happening.

When she felt the leading edge press against a firm wall deep within her body signaling the end of his progression into her, she let out a sigh she didn't know she'd been holding. As he pulled back, instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his and grabbed onto his broad back not wanting him to leave. A pained moan left her as her pussy protested the motion, feeling sensitive and raw from being freshly opened, and when he pushed forward again, the pain only seemed to increase. Despite the growing agony as he found a steady pace, she didn't want him to stop. She wanted this, needed it. Somehow, she knew this was her place. She knew she needed to be with this creature, this demon. She knew her place was beside him, under him. This might have been their first time together, her first time with anyone, but she knew with certainty it would not be her last.

Having heard her thoughts, he said, "No, it will not."

That confirmation was somehow comforting and she felt herself relieved of a weight she did not know she had been carrying. As he continued to thrust into her, she didn't know what she wanted, what to ask for, but she knew she needed something more from him and a whispered plea left her. "Please?"

She didn't flinch when Father Borromeo lowered his face to within an inch of hers as he continued to thrust his hard length within her. His dark eyes with their Hell fires should have been frightening but they weren't. When his lips peeled back in a feral, predatory smile that exposed his pointed teeth, she easily suppressed the primal fear that wanted to take hold. And as a snarl left him, a sound that would have terrified even the most loyal guard dog, she moaned with pleasure accepting the unknown depth of power he possessed.

A short squeal left her as she was unexpectedly moved by the unseen force. Her eyes widened with surprise as their positions were flipped placing her on top of the demon priest. With his length still buried inside her continually protesting passage, she sat up and looked down at him, uncertain of the emotions coursing through her. Putting them aside for later reflection, she allowed instinct to take hold as she sat impaled on his lap. Her hips began to move against him at the same pace with which his had. Looking away from him for a moment, she saw that not only was she still in the church during service, their bodies were laying on the ornate wooden altar. It was a fitting place, she thought. She'd willingly offered her virginity to him and she was sure she had bled as he accepted the sacrifice.