A world of endless possibilities...

‘A curse’, the other priests suggested, far too self-important to be persuaded they could be wrong. They were fools who rushed to the easiest, most convenient explanation - but not him. Dimitri took his faith in stride, but he saw the protection of their flock as of utmost importance above the Goddess, and he knew, from personal experience, that things were not always as they seemed.

Under his breath he scoffed at the notion, remembering too well how he was chastised by some for jumping to conclusions - demons, they told him, couldn’t possibly enter their sacred grounds. It was sure to scorch them, to harm them too much. Not worth it for demons to try, so they claimed. And they were wrong. They were always wrong.

Wood creaked under the priest’s movements as he stretched, clenching the rosary in his palm, holding it in an angered fist as the student shamefully concluded their plight. Thunder roared outside. It had been a stormy month, but tonight by far signalled the worst storm they’d seen this summer. It was ironically atmospheric. Had Dimitri still possessed the qualities in himself that once allowed him to be carefree and laugh, he might’ve chuckled at how the skies sure chose an excellent time to cry. Or possibly it was a sign from the divine, the Goddess showing her dismay at the state they’ve allowed her church to befall.

“Your confession has been heard, child” His voice was smooth, low. Nevertheless, he tried to be comforting. “The Goddess hears them and shall absolve you of these dreams and of the sins you committed in them.” he wished he believed his own affirmations. Connecting with the Goddess never came easily to him. The student behind the wooden slot sighed in relief, “Thank you, Father.” “Recite your prayers each night.” he reminded, the phrase escaping him like clockwork. Drilled into his psyche. “Yes, Father. Goodnight.”

Dimitri listened as the student stepped out, the confession box creaking. He waited a couple of minutes before exiting, stuffing the rosary in his pocket, and storming outside into the pouring rain. He was instantly assaulted by the scent of wet dirt and hissing winds.

With sorrow, he stared out at the damp monastery grounds. It was late, almost the students’ curfew. The student that requested confession had done so unexpectedly, asserting they could not bear the weight of their sins - that they couldn’t contain the vivid wrongs they feel in the furore of their dreams - for another night. They had done well to confess, and more than that to tell him. Now that he knew what it was he could try to solve it, even if it meant going against his fellow clergymen.

“Father Dimitri?” a familiar voice called out from behind. Seteth. “Good evening.” the reply was curt, respectful. Dimitri turned to face the man, an umbrella protecting the High Priest from becoming as soaked as his younger counterpart. “What are you doing out so late?” You might fall sick, he nearly scolded. Despite Dimitri not having been a student here for many years, Seteth still felt an inclination to care for the young man’s wellbeing. “I was busy listening to confession.” Seteth’s eyebrows furrowed, “At this hour?” “Yes. A student approached me. Said it was urgent.” “I see…” A long stillness surrounded them, rain dripping from Dimtri’s golden locks as he stared at the Priest that welcomed him in with warm, open arms when he’d first arrived. A scared, lost child. But now, he was a man. A man of faith, a brother of the cloth.

He no longer feared demons as he did before when they destroyed all he had, tearing his family apart. “It’s a demon, Seteth.” Dimitri’s voice shattered their thoughtful silence. The split second of hesitation before he replied told Dimitri everything he hoped to say. ‘I know’. “Oh?” Seteth sighed, shaking his head as he turned to face the weeping skies, “Dimitri…” he paused, swallowing. “Come,” he ushered, “let us at least get out of this rain.” Parsimoniously, the blond followed, walking side-by-side in quiet solitude. Neither of them acknowledged the elephant in the room until they reached the secure sanctuary of Seteth’s office.

“You know I’m right,” Dimitri argued as soon as Seteth settled down. His companion did not speak, at first. He was reluctant, prompting Dimitri’s impatience. “It isn’t as simple as-” “No,” Dimitri countered, “It is.” Seteth frowned, massaging his temples as he sat at his desk, “I know you’re confident, but we cannot jump to conclusions. It would only generate fear in our students and our faithful.” “I’m not paranoid.” Seteth looked at Dimitri with sympathy, “I know that.” He respired, “Please trust that the Goddess is proud of you, Father Dimitri. You have been a pillar of virtue at this monastery for years now. All your efforts have been appreciated by the church.”

Another pause. The hammering of the rain outside echoed through the darkened halls.

“The students are being fed on.” This caught Seteth’s attention. He grimaced. “The student who confessed to you,” he questioned, “was the one who told you this?” Dimitri gave a solemn nod, “All the signs are there.” Reluctance. Archbishop Rhea made it clear that they were not to think it a demon abruptly without sufficient evidence, while his own logic and Dimitri’s protests argued otherwise. She, for whatever the reason may be, did not feel that the problem the monastery was facing was to do with demonic activity.

“You are certain?” It was clear Seteth wasn’t keen on going against the Archbishop’s orders. Such a thing, to him, felt preposterous. But if Dimitri was indeed correct about a demon breaching their sanctuary and - worse still - feeding on their students, then it positively wasn’t something he was able to ignore. “Yes,” Dimitri was exasperated, practically entreating for approval to act on his belief. Seteth turned to glance out of his window, the only thing visible from the decorative stained glass being shadowy drops of rain. “We have to do something.” Dimitri was becoming restless.

“We do.” Seteth’s agreement caused his eyes to widen, not having expected him to be on his side. “We must rid of it,” Dimitri remarked, yanking the rosary out and looking down at the holy symbol at its core - symbolic of The Beginning. For a priest, there were times he struggled even believing in his own Goddess.

Seteth stroked his chin in thought, but nodded, “There are tried-and-true methods,” he explained, “Of dealing with demons. I will speak with the Archbishop and let her know our plans-” “No.” “Pardon?” Dimitri’s tone was frigid, knuckles turning white around the rosary beads. “I do not wish to offend Lady Rhea, she has always led us well,” he cushioned, “but she has also shown where she stands with this matter - by the time she grants clearance for anything to be done…” It’ll be too late. Seteth, taken aback by Dimitri’s mild outburst, took a prolonged moment to consider his words. Normally, he’d reprimand him for speaking poorly of Rhea’s judgement. She never led him astray before and he trusted her decisions. But Dimitri’s accusations were grim and required thorough contemplation. “Besides, an official investigation might alert the demon we know it's here.” His blue eyes noticed the sigil of protection above Seteth’s office door, relieved. Although one demon was able to haunt the halls of the monastery, these offices were holy ground - as was the cathedral. Actually protected.

Neither man wanted to admit the dreams they’d both been having.

Conceivably that was why Seteth felt inclined to consider the declarations and struggled to understand Lady Rhea’s refusal to search for a demon. If she didn’t wish to cause a panic amongst the flock, she could order it to be a hush mission for her priests. Because disgraceful as it was, if a demon was in fact among them, then he, too, had been fed from. He gripped the fabric of his robes. Ashamed.

It was unthinkable that he, a man of ardent faith, would fall victim to a demon’s whims. That was something he wanted to prevent for good, preferably without anyone else ever finding out. Seteth loured. He was a priest, a father and a widower - men as he were not meant to be leisurely targets for lust. Seteth never considered himself a weak man, in flesh nor strength nor virtue; he lived for the church, gave all he had to devote to it and defend his daughter.

And what of Flayn?

A dreadful fear grasped him, suffocating him with its sunless talons. If the demon was feeding not only on him but on the students, how was he to keep her safe? By doing nothing and trusting that this was merely a curse? Or by taking a gamble and exorcising a demon from this consecrated place while risking going against the woman embodying the wishes of the divine?

Seteth expected to trust Rhea’s judgement, to assume she knew what was best. But all it took, in the end, was the pent-up frustration that his dreams provoked mixed with the fear of losing his child that ensured his choice. “We ought to conduct our rite somewhere exalted. To bind the demon.” he had just the location in mind, engulfing the guilt of lying to Rhea. Dimitri couldn’t conceal the alleviation of his gloom, “So that the demon is at a disadvantage,” “Indeed. And somewhere with a lessened threat of being overheard. We shall report to the Archbishop after we have succeeded, but until then we should keep our investigation secret.” Seteth gazed at his bookshelf. “We will meet tomorrow at midnight,” he decided, “...beneath the Cathedral.” “You mean…in the Holy Tomb?” “There are other chambers there. Ones we can lock ourselves away in as we summon and capture the pest.”

Dimitri stood, “I will see you then. Sleep well, Reverend Father.” Seteth held back a bitter sigh, knowing he wouldn’t. “You as well.”

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These dreams propelled Dimitri into insanity’s embrace. So tantalising, so soft the woman’s skin was as he ran his fingers down the mounts of her gentle breasts. So tempting - the way she whispered his name. Enough to drive any man deranged, really; but he wasn’t ‘any man’, he was thought to be a righteous man. Against all his efforts, he was too weak. There was a darkness in him that threatened to devour him.

He grunted as her strong, steady hands caressed his chiselled chest, sliding downwards, teasing him. Seducing him to sin, to turn his back on the Goddess he worshipped. Her laugh was like warm tea on a winter morning, pleasant and unusually familiar, sending a flurry of butterflies into his chest. He loathed it. Abhorred this being for her sly attempts at seduction, at her cowardice for hiding in illusions. But despite his feelings, this was not reality; this was a realm in which she reigned, the domain of lust and nightmares.

And in this world of hers, he was nothing if not her plaything. He whined - voice soft, gravelly - as he felt her cordial touch against his heated skin, her enticing voice ringing through his ears as if it was right beside him, yet it echoed, distant all the same. “Fuck”, he purred, causing her to laugh, smooth hands pushing against his unbuckled trousers, massaging his bulge. “Eager, Father?” He produced a stern noise of denial. He wanted to refute her, that he wasn’t, but his body felt helpless to the sinful acts she forced upon him. He was solely enjoying it because she was a temptress, an inhuman devil made to please, told to rend good men asunder. But then again, he wasn’t truthfully that good a man. No matter how badly he longed to be.

Though this fiendish succubus didn’t know that. Most people around him didn’t know that, and it was how he’d keep it. He tried to resist the fervour of these dreams. Honestly, he did; with all he had. Attempted to recite prayer after prayer to the Goddess however futile it might be.

But he was powerless.

Pale cheeks flushed as her fingers wrapped around his cock, her hand pumping across his hardening length. “Stop,” he swallowed, sweating even in his dream, “Stop this now,” his demands sounded so pitiful it made the young priest cringe. He held no power here. “You don’t really want me to stop, though, do you?” The demoness pouted, staring up at him with sparkling shades of cerulean, eyes half-lidded as she held his cock in her hand, lips so close to his tip. She pressed a kiss to the glistening head, and then pulled away, licking her lips. Dimitri huffed, biting his tongue to withhold a hardy moan. “Fuck you.” Another fucking giggle, “Oh, but that’s exactly what you want to do, isn’t it?” Before he could think of another retort her lips wrapped around his cock. It was sacrilege, on her knees as if in prayer as she mindlessly slurped his dick as though she were consuming his very life force. Maybe she was, maybe this was what her feeding entailed.

Her lips felt astounding. He despised the voracious noises she emitted as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock, toying with her breasts beneath him as she brought him into this awful sin. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more, no, he needed more - but she wasn’t willing to deliver, and he couldn’t move to force his entire cock down her throat. If he had it his way - No. No, that was precisely what she craved; to lead him astray. He had to stay strong. Had to remain virtuous as he could against the sexual frustration she’d steadily built up in him these past nights, torturing him.

Soon, she would no longer be a problem. But he was only a mortal man.

When the (h/c)-haired temptress pressed her breasts against his base, engulfing his cock in her ivory bosom, he was no longer capable of keeping his moans locked in. Much to her cursed amusement, it seemed. He hated her. He detested all demons who stole and ruined human lives. Demons had ruined his life, killed his loved ones, and made him watch as they slaughtered them all.

She hurried, her tongue skillfully rolling over his tip, precum flowing, coating her lips with the physical manifestation of his desire. Her breasts fondled around his shaft, sending his mind aflame with lust making his thoughts so hazy. Everything was too sensitive, his body chasing ecstasy whether he desired it or not. His hips slammed against her face as much as they could in this near-paralytic state, but just before he could reach that anguished climax…

…he opened his eyes.

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“Reverend Father Seteth,” Dimitri greeted, courteous, but the gravity of the situation laced his voice. They were both aware of how dangerous what they were attempting was. Neither man knew of their shared perturbation, of their shared torment by the hands of a red-haired devil.

“Father Dimitri,” Seteth nodded in acknowledgement of his presence, “I am relieved you could make it. I trust you were not followed?” “Not that I know.” “Very well,” Seteth sighed. He held a handful of books under his arm. “Let’s go.”

With exceptional carefulness they descended into the chambers of the Holy Tomb, its green hue a soothing sight, reminding them of the Goddess. This tomb was the most sacrosanct place in Garreg Mach. Provided all went well, she’d be unable to hurt them or escape.

Seteth drew the summoning circle, cross-referencing with one of the books in his possession. Dimitri, meanwhile, cleansed the space, reciting ancient incantations to rid of negative energies. Together, then, the two prayed for the Goddess’ protection and support.

With candles lit, they stood at opposite sides of the circle, weapons drawn in preparation as they chanted, their voices filling the tomb’s halls. The atmosphere immediately shifted, the candles essentially blowing out - dimming before bursting into new life, burning more vehemently than they’d done before. The two priests continued undisturbed, determined for their individual reasons to invoke then destroy the demon.

Minutes passed, yet they felt like everlasting hours.

Until out of thin air reverberated a horrific screech of a wounded creature, azure and verdant eyes zoning in on a figure of the wretched whore they’ve been waiting for. Their demon, in its true form.

She was on her knees facing the cold marble floor, crying out in pain as the sanctity of the tombs seeped into her bones, integrated with the acidity of being violently torn away from her dream walking. Seteth and Dimitri’s gazes met in transient awe.

Subtle pride surged through Dimitri, the darkness within him bursting with joy that he’d been right. Seteth’s eyes narrowed as the runes on the summoning circle shined an excellent light, injuring the demon as she writhed and cried, trying to understand what happened to her. A long rivulet of (h/c) hair covered her features until she gathered a grip on herself and forced her head up, glaring at them with pure contempt. Her eyes were a vibrant (e/c), fixed dead on Dimitri.

Horns protruded from her head - a dim maroon shade of red - and dark symbols and etchings covered her supple flesh. Large, luscious breasts were on display, her body nude and vulnerable as she hissed at them. “Bastards!” She screamed in distress, “You filthy sinful bastards-” “Speak to us not of sin, demon.” Seteth lowly snarled, advancing a blade towards her throat. Squinting, she spat, “I know your worst desires, your most appalling whims,” her voice shaky but powerful. Bold, even with all stakes against her. “I know the things you wish weren’t a part of you,” like a serpent, she seethed, “the dark hidden lechery you keep within your souls. You are impure men.” She taunted them, her pupils slitting, fangs showing with a smirk. “Silence!” Dimitri’s fists shook, reminding him of the power he held - in this world, far removed from the realm of her influence. “Why have you come here?” Seteth, as to the point as ever, demanded, still pressing the blade to her throat.

Snake-like (e/c) eyes stared into him like through glass. He stopped himself from gulping, face stone-cold and revealing none of his fears or concerns. Throughout the time he’d been alive he mastered the art of stoicism.

“Let. Me. Go.” she compelled, “Before I claw your faces from your skulls and devour the flesh.” “Why have you come here?” Seteth repeated slowly, critically, his leafy eyes hostile. She smiled. The eerie, disgusting smile of a demon. A monster. The woman wasn’t a woman at all. She was a creature - they had to remember that. She was inhuman, regardless of how tempting her body appeared, how smooth and tender. She was to blame for their growing desires, the catalyst of their gradual collapse into madness. Dimitri once vowed to tear down every demon in his path so that he may someday avenge his fallen family. To be worthy of having been their son. To get their voices to stop.

The repose of the moment was cut short when she took her chance to pounce, slapping the blade from Seteth’s hand and, as painful as it was, she fled from the summoning circle. Seteth, surprised by her attack, had smudged the chalk and opened the circle. Sharp claws slashed his hand, then she ran, her naked form fast approaching the chamber’s exit.

Dimitri took a several rushed steps forward, his gait wide; before she got but halfway across the room she wheezed, her scalp aching unbearably as he wrapped his forearm around her (h/c) hair, tugging harshly until she stumbled on the ground before him. Gripping her hair, which she was desperately trying to claw away at, he dragged her against the nearest wall, grabbing at her wrists to keep her from swiping at his face, fighting against his extraordinary strength. “You will not have me!” “You aren’t leaving here until we have your head,” the succubus shuddered at the menacing aura oozing from him. Priests were hypocritical men. Hiding behind a false cover of piety to conceal their cruelty.

The succubus - (y/n) - spit in his face. He stifled, revolted, but his grip on her wrists did not falter as she hoped. “I know your secrets,” she mocked, “And I’ll let everyone know.” “You won’t,” Dimitri growled, fists caging her wrists and tightening, steadily crushing her bones. At least, that’s what it felt like. She rasped in agony, shaking violently against his grip but the more she tried the tighter he held her. “Because you’ll be dead.” She laughed but failed to hide her apprehension, clinging to any fallacy of control. But she was far removed from dreams, here, she was powerless. They were smarter than she gave them credit for.

Seteth approached, a blood-soaked rope in his grip, the slash across his palm bleeding into the material. First, they had to apprehend her, he’d tend to any injuries afterwards. “You’re revolting,” (e/c) eyes shone in the dim light, burning with rage, “Both of you. You stare at young ladies walking the corridors of your ‘sanctum’ with debauchery on your minds.”

(y/n) fought vigorously against their endevours to tie her with pure ire, blindly clawing at their flesh, teeth and claws piercing skin. “I know how you imagine them! How you consider bending them over tables when they ask for guidance, Reverend Father,” she snapped straight at Seteth, the rope wrapping around her arms, “What would little Flayn think if she knew the way her father imagined fucking her friends?”

A slap bounced across the tomb, her cheek scorching. “Silence, you whore.”

The distraction was all she needed, kicking Seteth and pushing against Dimitri, the rope falling taunt, freeing her arms which she used to seize the blade on the floor. Effortlessly spinning, (y/n) slashed through Dimitri’s chest, blood drenching his priestly garment. With a blunt hiss, Dimitri stepped back, his hand instinctively shielding the cut granting her supple time to straddle him, blade in hand, ready to drive it through his heart.

Muscular arms grappled her hands before the blade swooped down, Seteth retrieved the knife, throwing it to Dimitri’s side. A hasty knot was tied at her wrists, restrained behind her back. Seteth then wrapped the rest of the rope with rushed precision, tying up her legs, stomach and thighs.

It was a sinful display, the rope tightly biting into her skin beneath the valley of her breasts, enhancing them further, outlining her curves and cunt. She stammered out curses all the while, fighting even when she was held down. There was little she could do but yell and shriek vulgarities at her captors. “A captivating whore with a filthy mouth.” Dimitri stood over her like a beast awoken from deepest slumber, infuriated and merciless. There was sinister cruelty behind his bright blue eyes, enough to challenge the evil she’d seen in the worst of demons.

Blood leaked from his chest, his shirt unbuttoned revealing the bruised and vermillion skin underneath.

(y/n) held on tightly to her resolve. If she was going to die, she’d put up a goddamn fight.

Dimitri crouched staring at her lifelessly, frightening her though she refused to show it. None of this was going as she planned. “You’re going to answer our questions.” he stated, “Or else.” He reached out to grab her chin, forcing her to look at him. “And if you’re lucky,” Seteth was calmer but traces of breathless fury remained in his speech, “we’ll make your demise swift.” Silence. Then, she sighed. Seemingly defeated. “Closer,” she whispered. Suspicious as he was, Dimitri came closer. Instead of hearing her speak, vicious canines punctured his neck drawing another splurge of blood, metallic red filling her mouth.

She licked her lips and sneered, “You taste like boar.” Bewildered, the abhorrence on his face returned. His hands found themselves around her throat, strangling her with fervent wrath.

“You say that, yet you are nothing more than a cheap, worthless demon unloved by anyone and thriving only on the misery of others,” she clumsily raked at his hands. His chokehold tightened. His cock twitched in his pants. “You don’t even deserve death. You deserve to suffer just like you make everyone else suffer.” Her chortled gasps aroused him. Likewise, his strength over her sent a wave of sick delight down her cunt.

When her eyes locked with his she discerned- far better than in their dreams - the severity of their lust.

“Dimitri.” Seteth placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, snapping him out of his haze. He reluctantly released her, letting her breathe. The handprints on her neck would stay for days. “Is…” she coughed, searing pain burning her esophagus, “Is that all you’ve got?”

His libido increased. She smirked. The fools were feeding her just by being horny around her. Granted, she’d never give them the satisfaction of actually fucking her.

Dimitri sent a warning glare. He was defying his primal needs, but (y/n) knew they were emerging. “My voice will haunt you years after tonight. I won’t give in to you. Nothing you could do will make me stop,” “Nothing?” The sinister parts of him were tearing at his thoughts, his cock half-hardened as he caressed the streaks adorning her throat. The lines he made, decorating her like the prettiest choker. Demon or not, he could not deny her beauty. “Dimitri.” Seteth implored, eyebrows furrowed as he, too, battled with his lust.

He thought himself some sick voyeuristic spectator, finding pleasure in a being as vile as she. The sight of her tied up so perfectly: her large breasts pursed with rope, throat red, eyes gleaming with perseverance he and Dimitri longed to break - it was phenomenal. It was obscene.

Seteth quietly gulped. He was better than this, as was Dimitri. They wouldn’t succumb to her supernatural charms. He wouldn’t surrender to his cravings as he did in his fantasies - fantasies coerced by her. Nevertheless, his cock ached for the taste of her body. Why must the temptress be so fucking enticing?

With a frustrated grunt (y/n) wiggled against her restraints. She wasn’t going to die like this. Not here, surrounded by men of false virtues. “Stab me,” she grumbled, “Slash me,” her head nodded towards the weapons, “cut me down and leave my blood to gush. I will not surrender to you.”

“I am tired of her voice, Seteth.” The anger and lust were integrating, begging to be let out. Sweat gathered on Dimitri’s brow. “If you won’t shut up, I’ll do it for you.” Suddenly, his cock was out, hard and elongated as he held it in his hand, losing himself to his darker desires.

“Dimitri! What are you doing, contain yourself-” Seteth scolded through clenched teeth, his own stiffening cock forming a sizeable bulge in his trousers, blade in hand. “We are supposed to be exorcising the succubus, not feeding her!”

He knew there was hypocrisy behind his words, his sentiment lacking. He, too, yearned shut the whore up in ways his primal instincts - ones he repressed for endless decades - were begging him to do.

Even a man as grave as he was faltering when faced with the challenge of lust.

“Forgive me, Reverend Father,” Dimitri was apologetic, but simply not enough. He was frail of mind and his fury - an inferno, swallowing him alive. “I cannot stop myself. She has tempted me too long,” the confession was bitter, gutteral. “Feeding on me as one would a-” he humourlessly chuckled, “-boar.” Dimitri lifted her chin once more, shoving his thumb in between her thick red lips, lifting her upper lip to reveal her sharpened teeth. “You’re nothing but a demonic slut,” he plunged his fingers into her mouth, expecting her to suck. Something about her was magnetic. She’d teased him for weeks on end, coming to him as he slept, setting him ablaze with bliss only to wash icy disappoint over him before he could cum, forcing him to wake.

She’d had a hold on him since that first night. Now, he was going to get what he was due.

“Good only for tempting men.” her tongue wrapped around his thumb instinctively until she realised what she was doing and bit down. A brutish bellow followed as he withdraw his fingers from her mouth, holding a knife to her helplessly tied up body.

He’d be lying if he claimed her fiestiness didn’t excite him.

The cool blade stroked her cheek, the sharp nib biting into her skin threatening to break it. “You’ve caused many problems,” he asserted, “You’ll atone for every one of them.” The knife dipped into her skin, nicking droplets of her blood. It then danced across her body from her face down to her neck, making her gasp and swallow air from the sensuality of the act, glowering with her heart and soul to make her disdain known. Perhaps she was the succubus, but they were the sinners.

The coolness of the blade reached her collarbones, which he traced. He left a small cut among the linings, crimson droplets that matched the bloodied colour of her hair coursed down onto her breasts. She winced, but not from pain. Rather, from the wetness accumulating in her core.

“Put your cock down my throat and I’ll bite it in half.”

These past weeks she had been the hunter and he, her prey. Now their roles reversed and she found herself completely at his mercy. She wouldn’t submit to him, nor to his green-haired companion. Besides, she wasn’t even hungry. “I’ll never give you what you crave,” the assertion echoed through the chambers. The knife sliced across her chest. She bit back a moan.

Seteth stood as if frozen, eyes and lust fixated on the softly bleeding demoness. He barely possessed any restraint left. “Leave her,” he advised, though his own resolve was shaky, “she will not speak to us like this. We need her to answer for her sins against the church and Goddess when she is more…inclined to.” He denied his urge to fuck her into the ground, sheathing his weapon and bringing out the chalk, drawing ancient patterns all around her. Out of these binds, she wouldn’t come out.

Dimitri begrudgingly agreed, rising from his knees and - as much as it took all the final embers of his self-restraint - he buckled his cock back into his pants, humiliated to have acted in such an impure manner in front of someone else.

It was all her fault and hers alone. It had to be. Goddess save him.

Widened eyes watched the priests leave, abandoning her restrained in circles of chalk, binding her to this cursed place. “Release me!” she called out as they left, “I will get free! And I will damn your souls to hell!” They ignored her, not giving her a smidge of attention. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Three days passed, with students and staff alike walking about in improved moods. The clergy didn’t yet believe the worst was over, agreeing that the Goddess must’ve helped boost their morale, but that the curse was still lurking somewhere - to be found and extinguished.

It couldn’t be denied that it was a burden lifted from (y/n)’s victims. Dimitri and Seteth kept their secret with heavy hearts, knowing of the damned thing they kept below the cathedral, uttering their sermons whilst knowing they’d gone against the Archbishop.

By now, she was surely starved. Tonight, they decided, they’d check on the succubus. Perhaps when she was hungry she’d be more willing to shed light on the questions they had posed.

“Seteth…” Dimitri spoke before they traversed down the tomb, “About last time-” “-You need not explain yourself,” Seteth was quick to stop the man from speaking, “...I understand. She is a creature born of lechery, and try as we may we are but men.” The words tasted of lead. “You are not the only one whom she has tempted,” he admitted with chagrin, “I, too, am on my last restraints. Let us get our answers, rid of her, and find ways to protect our home so this won’t happen again.” Seteth wondered if they should ever tell Rhea. The notion of keeping this from her killed him, yet the shame of having gone against her and how easy he was to entice were factors that he didn’t want her to know, fearing it might change her view of him.

When they entered the chamber where they left the succubus, they found her writhing in misery, pale and visibly unwell. Starved for any morsel she could get.

Their presence was instantly noticed as she turned to glimpse at them, pitiful and feeble. “You…” she wailed, “come back for more?” despite her weakened state, she always harboured resentful words to spare. The sight of her satisfied Seteth and Dimitri in ways they hadn’t thought possible, in ways that terrified them to consider. Something, indeed, drew them to her. And it was vile. The two men, although neither would ever speak it aloud, missed her visage in their dreams. Missed the sensual touches and her red-lipped laughter as she prostrated herself onto her knees.

Dimitri’s hatred for demons was not easily forgotten merely because this one was attractive. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he got his vengeance on the one behind it all. Edelgard. He was certain she’d been behind his father’s murder. Certain it had been her brethern who destroyed his life. Edelgard was the demon Emperor, and one day, he vowed to take her down. He needed to find out whether this succubus worked for her. Whether the church was in danger.

Her hair was messily spread around her frame, leaning against the wall, still tied up. Seteth stared her down. “Will you answer us now?” “Never,” she growled, “I told you. Beat me, starve me, stab me - I will not relent to the pathetic likes of you.” “How uncouth,” Seteth’s pent-up emotions started to burst from him again. This time, Seteth knew he would be unable to contain himself. Her aura was too great. Maybe Dimitri had been on the right lines - she was hell’s equivalent of a whore, made to feed off ardour. These horrid feelings he had inside were her doing and it was she who should deal with them.

He’d mercilessly tried to reach his own high with his hand these three days but found he was unable to cum. He was mortified, but at his wits end.

It’s like his body needed to feel her against him to grant him that longed for release.

He hadn’t craved another’s touch since the passing of his wife and, until now, never believed he’d be driven to a degree of lust this immoral. The memory of his dreams haunted him, distracted him, taunted him. All this time, he’d fantasised about what he would do to her once they returned here. And for all his sainthood, he was powerless against his carnal cravings.

“You are hungry, are you not?” Seteth questioned, walking around her like a predator inspecting a hare, eyes dilated with possibilities.

Dimitri, with crossed arms, scoffed. This supernatural pull towards her was damning; he yearned to hold her, to fuck her, to keep her. He wondered if Seteth felt it, too. The concept instilled wrath. He’d always despised sharing.

(y/n) grimaced but kept her head down. “You’re ravenous,” Dimitri jeered, treading closer, footsteps echoing until he stood before her, “You’d do anything to be fed, wouldn’t you?” “No.” she weakly shook her head, “I can handle whatever you throw my way-” “You don’t have to, if you cooperate,” Seteth cut her off, surrounding her from the other side, standing next to Dimitri. “You tell us what we need to know…” he inhaled abruptly. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to suggest this. “And we’ll…feed you.” Seteth seethed, grim and embarrassed.

A pregnant silence. Eventually, she spoke, lifting her head. “And if I refuse?” Dimitri didn’t answer, uncovering a shining silver knife. She felt the heat of the holy water he’d doused it in without even making skin contact. She flinched. “...Ah. So it’s this, or you kill me. Or I starve to death,” (y/n) laughed, cruelly defeated. Her stomach roared and her mind beseeched for nourishment. These two were ideal when it came to their libido, her favourite toys overpowering her.

Exhaustion made its home under her skin, and she was lonely, and didn’t wish to die. “Fine,” she huffed, “I will allow you to feed me.”

Dimitri hoovered the blade over her neck. She mutely chirped, heart stammering in her chest. “Who sent you?” (y/n) frowned. “No one.” He slid it closer, almost touching her skin. She didn’t think she could handle the cut from a holy blade. The agony would be too great. “No one!” she repeated, frantic, “I am alone.” her confession was sorrowful, embarrassing to speak. “I travel, feed and live in solitude, away from the rest of my kind.” The answer dissatisfied him, but not enough to think her lying. Not when he’d made it known his threat was easily fulfillable.

He glimpsed at Seteth. The Reverend Father shakily exhaled, fighting the lustful thoughts clouding his mind, “Why did you come to Garreg Mach?” (y/n) kept her eyes on the ground, “I thought it fun to fuck with you.” Seteth sucked in an angered breath as Dimitri lowered the knife only to clutch her hair. “You’ve had your fun,” he spat, “now you’ll make up for all you’ve done to us.” Her expression stayed forbearing, indicating nothing but repugnance. “Or what? You’ll force your cock down my throat?” Dimitri’s jaw clenched, “I’ll do much worse.” The excitement that coursed through the succubus was mortifying for her. She was so incredibly famished she’d take anything they gave. Not that she’d divulge that.

Without warning Dimitri pushed his lips against hers, sighing at the sensation of her warm, smooth lips, how they moulded with his flawlessly. She didn’t kiss back immediately, choosing to keep a shred of self-respect for however long possible, but his taste of sweet buns and chamomile was so fucking good. Like biting into a crisp, fresh apple on a summer’s day, revitalising and delicious. It was disgraceful how quickly she moaned into the kiss - she, the succubus supposed to be able to stand things such as eros.

Dimitri nibbled her lower lip, his eyes shimmering with desire and disgust colliding like constellations in a cosmos far away. He ardently wished more than anything to extinguish the passion she established, yet he wanted just as earnestly to pursue it. He wasn’t meant to succumb to the ways of a lowly succubus, though he could no longer deny the overwhelming attraction she imbued or the way he longed to fuck her until she was nothing but a mindless toy for them, not the other way around. After a minute his lips abandoned hers, ocean eyes captivated by her panting. His kiss was short-lived. Too brief, she needed more.

Seteth furrowed his brows, eyelids closing as he felt his cock harden at once, impatient to taste her, too. He conceded he envied Dimitri’s ability to brutishly act. It was a reckless trait, yet one Seteth wished he could attain; at times such as these, he stressed too much for moralities when there were none to be had.

Had he not refrained enough? Wasn’t this an opportunity to alleviate these impure desires, thus cleansing his soul? The blame was not his, nor was it Dimitri’s. They’d be forgiven this transgression against their faith as long as it was done for the church’s sake. And it was - it was - this whore had much to atone for. Her crimes against them as individuals were severe and so she’d atone with her body. Her crimes against their sanctuary were even greater, but they’d figure out her punishment step by step.

Giving in to his desires Seteth grabbed her face, crashing his cold, reticent lips against hers. It only then occurred to him they didn’t know her name.

He shoved his tongue past her teeth dominating her mouth like a man slowly going mad. His kiss lasted longer and was more vigorous. The kiss of a widower, a recluse. A man falling into temptation after years of celibacy and seclusion.

Already, (y/n)’s energy began to replenish, but sheer kissing would never be enough to sustain her. Besides, after the ways she’d toyed with them she doubted they’d be satisfied with just this. Her muscles and bones ached from how long she’d been tied up, she had no idea how long it’d been since they deserted her to starve, but getting out of these restraints was her current plan.

She’d never submit to them but if it got her out of this circumstance, she’d pretend.

“Good girl,” Seteth whispered as he pulled away, unsure why the praise came so readily. She loured, feeling her pussy tighten at the remark. His lips tingled. He traced them with his finger, refraining from trembling, his cock begging to be unleashed from the confinement of his pants. A simple kiss affected him terribly.

“As long as you do as we say,” he declared, green eyes strangely tender as he looked at her, “We’ll keep you safe.” the sentence escaped him before he knew the words, taking them both by surprise. He still regarded her a seductress, a creature damned. But the fear in her eyes no matter how well concealed or how he tried to hate, humanised her.

(y/n) scoffed, “Safe?” she blew strands of red out of her face, “You wish me dead.” “Then give us a reason not to slit your throat this instant.” Her awareness returned to Dimitri, “Untie me.” “No.” An annoyed huff puffed through her nose, “I am weak. What good is there in fighting when my odds are so low? You are a fucking idiot if you think I’ll fight when I am this frail.” He didn’t believe her, clicking his tongue. Eyes darkly monitoring her while he drove the knife toward her body, “Very well,” he said, once Seteth nodded his head in dubious approval. The hallowed blade cut through the ropes confining her, relief instantly shooting down her spine. She moaned in bliss when the last of the rope was torn away, stretching her muscles in front of them, making a small show of it. She might as well try to enjoy this however she could, not every succubus got to successfully tempt two priests at once.

Wretched as it was, Seteth would miss how she seemed pliant all tied up, but once she dropped down on her pretty little knees in front of them and crawled to him with dutiful zeal he swallowed his dignity, any last moral constraints dissipating with the feeling of her hands around his cock, pumping the length after she’d undressed his trousers in no time flat.

This one time - and never again - he’d cave into lust.

The look she gave when she took him in her mouth was achingly arousing, her gifted tongue licking up the base to the tip, smiling deviously and lowering her head down his length, choking slightly on his size yet managing to devour it in its entirety.

“F-fuck,” Seteth groaned, biting his tongue, wincing - he hadn’t felt this good in an eternity. He feared he’d lose himself too deeply in this. His cheeks reddened with the bopping of her head in a steady, speedy motion, making his eyes roll back to his head every time he felt his disgracefully fast-approaching climax. He caught her hair, pulling it to move her head faster down his shaft, her tongue wrapping around his sensitive glands with a talent he could only attribute to her demonic heritage, the warmth of her throat squeezing him perfectly.

Moans and curses were quietly muttered under his breath - he was never one for being loud during sex - her stifled moans reverberated down his cock. Before long he firmly held her head down, his cum flooding her mouth. His semen seeped down her throat, feeding her with the delicious sexual energy she so deeply craved.

Dimitri watched on with envy, that darkness returning spawning covetousness in his heart. Silver blade in his hand, he tightened his grip watching her suck his Seteth dry like a common courtesan - he wasn’t sure why he felt this way, why he longed to be alone with her, or why the sight of her focusing on another man inspired these sinister thoughts to multiply, but he raged with jealousy.

Before she could take a moment to recover her breath, lips pulling away from Seteth’s cock and wiping the mix of her saliva and his cum from her chin, Dimitri grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap. His cock was standing tall against her stomach. She hadn’t taken the adequate time to examine it last time, but up-close and in reality it was huge - Seteth was girthy and sizeable, but (y/n) could swear she’d never taken a man of Dimitri’s length before.

Admittedly, his cock daunted her, but more than that it thrilled her. They were keeping their end of the bargain, feeding her so well - and soon they’d be spent, drained of their energy, and she would go on her merry way smug and satisfied.

“You’re the biggest fucking whore I’ve ever seen,” Dimitri gruffly expressed, lifting her chin. Contemptible pride flickered in him when he noticed the purple markings of his fingerprints against her neck, still prevalent. She evoked strange emotions at his core - like he’d commit atrocities if it meant keeping her for himself. His eyes shifted to Seteth, who was panting from having the deepthroat of his life. Dimitri found himself drowning in spite, its source unknown to him.

He liked Seteth. Seteth was his friend and prior to that a near-parental figure of sorts. The church took Dimitri in from a young age and he grew up around the man, yet when it came to the slut in his lap he didn’t feel as inclined to share as he thought he would. The voices in his head screamed for him to claim her. To leave his irrefutable mark on her, so she’d eternally remember his name. The sanctified blade glistened in the low light, the holy water it was infused with bound to leave permanent scars on her should it pierce her flesh.

If he were sane, he’d drop the blade and simply fuck her - get what he’s here for and leave, never speaking of this with anyone and moving on with his quest to destroy Demon Lord Edelgard. But he embraced that he always had this insanity inside him, and she was to blame for bringing it out into the light; he’d been fine with suppressing it until she came along and ruined all those meticulous years of keeping his unhinged mind at bay. “Your name,” Dimitri stared into her eyes, “What is it?” “Like I’d tell you.” He held the knife up to her chest, the spike lingering above her heart. (y/n) was about to utter another snarky comment but the gleam in his eyes set suspense. It worried her, staring into the eyes of an unhinged man.

A short, burning sensation sparked at the site as he pressed the silver to her skin. She hissed then swallowed, tasting Seteth’s cum on her tongue. “...(y/n).” She really didn’t want to die.

Nevertheless, she cringed at her mistake. Names were crucial things for demons, and she fucked up by telling hers. She should’ve lied. (y/n). Dimitri smiled - only for a split moment - but enough for her to feel unease. Simultaneously, he appeared a little more handsome when he smiled. Or maybe she was just that horny already that she found anything attractive.

She just had to get out of this, then she’d be free. Surely they wouldn’t exploit her name. She was a problem, one they wanted to rid of; they were sure to release her. And if not, she’d be able to maim her way out as soon as these fools fed her enough to regain her strength. She relaxed, her hands reaching for his cock to feast off all the sexual vitality radiating off him, too, before finishing them off and leaving.

With a flash of silver, (y/n)’s scream of genuine agony sounded through the air when the holy blade made contact with her chest, one of his hands holding her wrists above her head as he pushed and pinned her down, his sturdy knee between her legs.

At first, Seteth and (y/n) both thought he was about to slay her, but it soon became apparent he was writing across her chest, just beneath her collarbones but above her breasts. She cried out like a banshee on a night before a massacre, Seteth cringed as he watched, feeling remorse for the cursed she-devil he knew he shouldn’t feel, but Dimitri’s acts were too brutal - he nearly intervened, but the wildness in Dimitri made him quit.

(y/n) begged for him to stop, the searing pain burning her chest, every letter carved into her unholy flesh sizzled as tears streamed from her eyes. (y/n) cursed her own anatomy, the way the pain soon turned to subtle pleasure as her pussy clenched around nothing, so completely at this mortal’s mercy. It shouldn’t be exciting, or thrilling - even for her. And yet it was, especially when she registered his twisted mutterings of ownership. “Please! Stop!” (y/n) angrily wept, shaking her head as she wheezed, her skin torrid. The piercing ache didn’t cease even after he put the knife aside and wiped the blood from the gashes, revealing his keepsake on her. In bold yet refined letters; DIMITRI.

Icy blues stared at the masterpiece with sick pride - a part of him, the sane fragments, felt pure revulsion with himself yet the wilder parts of him were thriving on the success this incited. Marking, to him, was a small victory, a sickening, twisted victory of ownership and her defeat. “Now you’ll never forget me,” he muttered.

In a way, he wasn’t the one succumbing now; rather he was punishing a demon for her sins, he was laying marks on her that would never fade so she’d never forget the weight of her crimes. He was punishing her corruption. This was justified. This was all justified - her divine penance for weeks of targeting their students, their livelihoods, their piety.

“Fuck. You.” She spat, her tone betraying her lust. He was a dangerous beast, but the danger and insanity made her blush and pussy drip.

Priesthood be damned, the Goddess was a lacking force in Dimitri’s life. He worshipped a Goddess who was silent and uncaring, no matter what Seteth, Rhea and other priests said; if she’s been indifferent to him thus far he couldn’t imagine she’d be watching him with any interest now.

The Goddess had better things to do than to worry about him.

When he snapped out of his melancholic thoughts of divine indifference, he saw her eyes staring up at him with aroused shock, breath soft and convalescing. His sudden possessiveness awoke something within her as well, something (y/n) wished had stayed dormant; an unimaginable urge to be claimed - to push this man to the edge and watch him snap from his obsession.

She’d always been independent, that wasn’t going to change. She abhorred this bloodied marking on her but in the heat of the moment it made her crave him more, to see how far he’d go to obtain the unobtainable. She would never be his, but she’d let him try. When he smashed his lips into hers he grimaced at the salty taste in her mouth, jealousy flaring back up. She closed her eyes in masochistic bliss as the fresh cuts on her chest became a passive, muted kind of pain, her legs wrapping around his waist, welcoming him to use her as a toy.

He messily pulled away, moving his lips down to her neck, biting like a man possessed, determined to mark and to taint and to claim. His spare hand played with her breasts, it was a carnal urge to showcase his dominance. A self-imagined rivalry over a demonic woman he didn’t even know. It was ridiculously delusional, he wasn’t in his right mind, but she was so enticing that he couldn’t listen to his conscience telling him this wasn’t right.

This was retribution.

Freeing her breasts and her wrists he pulled her back up, changing their position so she laid in between his legs and thrust into her mouth unannounced, his thick, glistening cock filled her until her jaw hurt, her ass hoisted up as she held onto his thighs for balance, her hips moving in rhythm with Dimitri’s unpretentious thrusts. She found she was unable to take his complete length, not like with Seteth, her muffled complaints and moans caused her to choke harder than she’d ever choked on a cock before, her spit pooling around her mouth as she gagged, more tears welling in her eyes.

Dimitri was rough, he fucked with hateful intent. And although she detested the notion of being dominated, she loved it all the same. Her pussy was soaked with slick and aching with an unbearable desire to be filled. She was desperate for a cock to fuck into her tight cunt, and her wishes came to fruition when Seteth’s tip aligned with her entrance. A slap resounded followed by another, then another, as he turned her ass red. With each spank she moaned into Dimitri’s cock, trying and failing to keep up with the pace the blond set, her hair pulled and tugged like a doll and nothing else, making her hunger quickly fade, replaced with gluttony.

“Nnngh, yes-” she cried as Seteth’s cock teased her dripping cunt, not yet penetrating her as she would like. The pleas came out quieted, her jaw and throat sore as Dimitri pushed her head down to the very edge of his dick, suffocating her. “Y-you’re taking me like the temptress you are,” Dimitri growled, “This is,” he swallowed thickly, “the only thing you’re good for. Taking our…our cocks and getting fucked.” Her mouth was otherworldly. He understood why Seteth came so swiftly - her lips were like rosebuds, consuming his length and wrapping around him so well.

Dimitri’s mind went blank as he chased his high, tugging her head down rapidly. She would’ve never been able to take him fully in her mouth of her own accord, his barbaric strength making her asphyxiate, unable to breathe even through her nose, his scruffy pubic hair tickling her face. Red-faced and horny she started hitting his thigh to convey her struggle, her frantic gagging alerting them. “I-isn’t this what you’re made for, slut?” Dimitri taunted, pulling her head up. The instant she could (y/n) took selfish gasps of air, her mouth dripping with his precum and saliva as Dimitri placed her hand over his dick, moving her palm to rub his wanting length.

She scowled, catching her breath. “I’m more than just something to be fucked-” her sentence ended with her voice rising to a shriek as Seteth thrust inside her warm cunt, nestled amongst her tight, soft walls. She huffed, the moan drawn from her the sluttiest yet as Seteth started to fuck her from behind, his nails sinking into her smooth, plump ass leaving crescents as he slowly lost himself in the pleasure. If her mouth was amazing, her pussy was heaven. She gently yet tightly coiled around his cock like she never wanted him to pull out, their bodies melted into one, his hips slapping against hers, the sinful sound of ruthless fucking tainting the sacred tombs.

(y/n) stared at Dimitri’s erect member in awe, having expected that face-fuck would sate him. She found herself at a loss when it didn’t. He was rigid as ever, cock dribbling with his arousal - she underestimated his stamina, but she wasn’t going to be defeated. With newly-found determination she pursed her breasts and wrapped them around his cock, massaging them, gasping with each one of Seteth’s thrusts. With kitten licks, she sucked his tip, slurping and weaponizing all her feminine allure to bring him over the edge. He closed his eyes and rasped, concentrating on the feeling of her tits enveloping his member in delicate bliss.

He moved his hips upright to match her movements as she squashed her silky breasts around him, moaning when he took them into his own hands, thumbs swirling over her nipples, the sensitive buds sending more shivers down her spine.

She wondered why she hadn’t fucked them sooner. The reason she fed off people in their dreams was to avoid pregnancy; she didn’t plan on bearing children; it was safer to snack on dreaming mortals than to risk their seed planting itself in her womb. The thought frightened her, realising that they might thoughtlessly cum inside her, but tried to calm down with the knowledge there were ways to prevent or even terminate a pregnancy if push came to shove - after she got out of this situation.

Fury swirled in her heart, still enraged Dimitri carved his name into her flesh, regardless of how the pain became the sweetest ecstasy and how delighted she got by his possessive boldness; but that, too, she’d find some way to rectify. Her plan was set in motion and going well enough - they were more energetic than she’d thought but nothing she couldn’t handle - she’d still escape and be free to live out the rest of her unnatural life how she pleased.

It helped that Seteth’s cock felt so wonderful and full inside her and that Dimitri’s shaft fit so snuggly between her tender bosom. It felt really amazing. She breathed, trembling. Then reminded herself it wasn’t that good.

Even if Seteth was sending waves of pleasure crashing down on her with how he rotated his fingers over her clit.

Dimitri exhaled, groaning and sapping as her expert titfuck threw him into throes of euphoria, bringing airy confidence to her - that she brought him to his knees. It was powerful to see how this enormous boar of a man was coming undone because of her tongue and tits alone.

His moans spurred her further, Seteth’s dick reaching the perfect parts of her pussy with desperation, mind-melting lust and skill only an experienced man could possess.

“Like that,” he whined, his huge hands over her smaller, delicate ones. Dimitri guided her hands to move around him exactly as he wanted, her tongue circling and suckling on his cockhead like a little lovely slut. Before long her breasts and face were covered in his cum, white semen flowing down her chest, mixing with the droplets of blood from her cuts, marbling. (y/n) licked her lips, staring into his eyes.

“Good slut…” he moaned, light-headed, “You’re - you’re our sweet, filthy…whore.” Dimitri struggled to enunciate his words, “You should be grateful that we’re being so kind.” There was another glint in his eyes, one which confused her. Tenderness. He put a strand of (h/c) hair behind her ear, her heart skipping a beat.

She presumed the dearest priest would finally soften, but before she could blink was hard once again, taking her breath away just in time for Seteth to speed up his assault on her greedy cunt, bruising her hips with his crude touch and rutting into her until she was gasping and clinging to Dimitri to keep herself upright, the nourishment they provided exquisite to her tastes.

He was close. She could feel it - his cock was pounding into her with an abandoned sense of rhythm, practically palpitating against her pussy. “You’re so fucking tight,” Seteth groaned, shifting so he was able to kiss her neck, leaving a few stray bites and kisses of his own to challenge the ones left by Dimitri. “You’re taking us so fucking well,” his praise continued to arouse her, her chest erupting aflutter at the sweet words - he’d been just as infuriated with her as Dimitri, their sudden shifts in attitude were confusing.

(y/n) assumed they’d lost themselves in their lust wholly by now and left it at that.

Seteth’s remarks made her yearn for more compliments, to do better, to please him and Dimitri until they couldn’t live without her cunt, until they saw her as their pretty slut no other woman could hold a candle to. She wanted to get the last say - felt encouraged to be the best lay they’d ever get and ruin them for anyone else.

That would be her greatest revenge.

(y/n)’s orgasm steadily approached with each frenzied plunge, Seteth’s finger grinding her clit bringing her closer to paradise. “Oh fuck yes,” she quivered, their shared pants and sounds of wet slapping skin drowned out her thoughts, “I’m so close…!” (y/n) stuttered as she gazed into Dimitri’s eyes, her hands wrapped around his shaft frantically jerking him, her lips lapping at his girth again to taste him more and more like the dick-hungry succubus she was.

“Don’t cum inside me!” she clamoured just as Seteth was moments from finishing, “Not inside!” her request was ignored, the older priest’s seed flooding her cunt. She felt that coiling pressure inside her abdomen ready to burst, only for his fingers to abruptly halt twirling her nub, cutting her off from the high of climax. (y/n) wheezed, her pussy covered in semen, sweat accumulating on her brow. Disappointment followed shortly, outraged to have had her orgasm ruined.

Seteth promptly recovered and pulled out, leaving a flow of white cum dribbling down her bruised thighs. ”You didn’t let me cum,” she whined, the building pressure of her would-be orgasm fading fast, making her pout. Seteth chuckled lowly, making her heart and pussy clench, desperate to be filled again. “You didn’t earn the right to cum, sweetheart.” He was floating in post-orgasmic bliss, savouring how good she made him feel, lost in the elation of fucking her.

Bastards. The both of them - how dare they not let her cum?

In a flash, Dimitri dragged her back into his lap, making her yelp as he held her over his massive length. She refused to show her apprehension about having that inside her, glaring as she rolled her hips over the crown of his cock, tempting and teasing the bastard. Priests made for excellent playthings. She tried to prepare by holding her breath when he roughly shoved her down - (y/n) didn’t get a chance to adjust and lower herself gradually down his shaft. The descent was painful and merciless despite having just been fucked by Seteth.

Dimitri had a beast of a cock.

Seteth was by no means a small man, but Dimitri had a dick that actual incubi struggled to come by. Her wanton moans bounced from the walls, mixing with Dimitri’s own as her body welcomed him, her wetness sucking him in and stretching to accommodate the intrusion, her stomach lightly stinging. (y/n)’s velvet walls enveloped him with soaked desire. Seteth’s semen pooled underneath them, flowing from her thighs as Dimitri stuffed the innermost parts of her core, her moans erupting into erratic screams. “Oh fuck!” The shrills of her pleasure made Dimitri flush, intoxicated by her vibrant reactions. She was too gorgeous for her own good, each sound she made enough to challenge the beauty of an angelic choir.

To think those sensual dreams where he never got his fill came to such a filthy conclusion with the object of his madness sitting so wonderfully atop his cock. She swore she could feel everything from his veins to the twitching of his girth, her muscles tensing with the arching of her back.

His calloused hands grasped her hips, she braced herself to have her cunt abused - it thrilled her, she wanted him so bad. The fear of becoming pregnant disappeared into the furthest corners of her mind. She vehemently needed Dimitri to pound her like a bitch in heat, to unleash his instincts and wreak havoc on her voracious body.

Without thinking she started rotating her hips to encourage him to move but was distracted when she felt her asshole throb, pursued by a stinging pain soaring through her making her holes tighten and causing her to weep, turning her head back to see Seteth’s cock piercing her ass.

“Ssssh,” Seteth soothed, his fingers nurturing her pink pearly buds, loving the softness of her breasts, “Be good and we’ll let you cum all you want.”

(y/n) drooled from the burning pleasure, her tiny body trembling. She was almost completely full - physically and metaphorically. She wondered if there was such a thing as overdosing on lust.

“I hate - nngh…ah…I hate you both you, horrid bastards,” her insults were washed away with her whorish mewls. “What’s this?” Dimitri asked, not paying any heed to her lying remarks, pressing his palm against her abdomen. Her digits gripped his hair, tugging. She had to keep her mouth from gaping aghast, seeing the small bulge where his cock was situated inside. She only understood after several seconds he wasn’t referring to the monstrous bulge but to the pink tattoo across her womb.

(y/n)’s cheeks turned cherry red, looking away to avoid his intense stare. The young priest tsked, grabbing her chin to face him, “I won’t ask again.” “A breeding mark,” her tone was feeble, her breaths shallow. She felt plagued with restless frustration. Why weren’t either of them moving? “It glows when…I’m impregnated,” she sighed, about to lift her hips but Dimitri held her down.

The blond hummed, tracing the elaborate patterns with his fingertips, mesmerised. “A breeding mark...” He muttered, lifting her waist and then slamming her brutally against his hardened length, milliseconds later Seteth started pounding into her smooth ass.

Dimitri’s gaze remained on the tattoo the entire time. Whispers in his mind begging him to fuck her full of his cum, to fill her up, to impregnate her. What should be a terrifying thought - to have a child with a literal creature from hell - registered in his mind as something to aspire for.

She looked so beautiful like this, her stomach bulging with his cock, the mark imprinted on her stomach magnificent in its glory, beseeching to glow, to be swollen with his offspring. His subconscious shouted for him to stuff her until she overflowed, to make her as obsessed with him as she’d forced him to become with her. He wanted her in alarming ways, bouncing her up and down his cock faster and faster, her walls clinging to him like they wanted to milk him of all the seed he had. Her slutty little body wanted his child.

It’s what she deserved - to go through the same torment she put them through. That ache of longing for nightfall to see her again despite fighting with their sanity and the guilt of somehow, in some way, betraying the Goddess by surrendering to (y/n)’s ways. He wanted her to become dependent on him, to feel as needy as he was. It hadn’t been a lie when he claimed he wished to rid of the problem, but just as a coin had two sides, Dimitri wasn’t able to let go of her and the passion she instilled.

He felt half-dead for many years, and only she granted him temporary escape. How could he just let that go? He couldn’t do that - nor could he bring himself to kill her, or reveal her existence to the Archbishop to do with as she pleased. The idea of anyone else getting to see her aside from him and Seteth made the feral man growl. The sound had (y/n)’s walls fluttering as she rode him, aggressively biting down on her lip as Seteth penetrated her ass, caressing her bouncy breasts and whispering violent praises.

It was beginning to get too much for the touch-starved succubus. She felt her mind faze in and out of haziness. They were overfeeding her with no end in sight. The men she’d been with prior never lasted this long, never felt so starved for her body as they did. (y/n) wondered if this is what heaven felt like, full of dick and feeling extraordinarily desired.

Dimitri’s eyes peeked right through her, making her blush like an innocent schoolgirl - so unlike her, so embarrassing yet his assertiveness and how he was impaling her on his cock made it more intimate than it was supposed to be.

She thought she would melt when Seteth and Dimitri set a united pace, pumping her simultaneously and so well. She thought she might just break, her body absolutely teeny compared to these tall, strong men caging her in their shared embrace. “You’ve driven me insane,” Dimitri confessed, voice scornful but enamoured, bringing his lips closer to hers, centimetres apart. He shivered as he entered in and out of her pleading core. “So utterly insane…” she felt more sweat clinging to her, dripping down her face. (y/n) squirmed, placing her hand over his, moaning like the queen of whores at how he practically was tearing her apart. His cockhead kissed her cervix grinding against the entrance of her womb, trying to pry its way inside every crevice of her cunt. If that happened, she thought she’d truly die.

It was so fucking exhilarating and seemed so right.

The burning she initially suffered from Seteth’s cock drilling into her ass died down into a pleasant overwhelming tingle, her pussy dripping with juices that coated Dimitri’s shaft in a layer of sheen, her body and mind struggling to comprehend the bliss.

Seteth’s groans and Dimitri’s moans were a melody (y/n) wouldn’t mind listening to eternally. Passion became them - enraptured all three of their hearts and souls, intertwining them forever.

Just as (y/n)’s mind was floating away, Dimitri’s voice summoned her to reality, “I’m - fuck, fuck, fuck,” he wailed, then astutely inhaled, “I’m going to cum inside you,” alarms should’ve rang in her head, she should’ve ardently refused, should’ve screamed in his face to not even dare - Seteth’s cum posed her enough of a pregnancy threat.

She didn’t do any such thing.

Her pussy begged for Dimitri’s semen, body and mind in agreement regarding how good that would feel, for this thick, long shaft to release its load inside her womb. To seal her up. She tried, but couldn’t focus on anything but that.

Her slit was drenched, the rising pressure of another orgasm upcoming. Throwing her arms around his chest she squeaked - Seteth fucking her ass as Dimitri penetrated her cunt was too much. Both men were ravenous, bucking in her like they’d die tomorrow. “I’m going to,” his speech slurred, girth twitching violently, “Make you unable to live without-” he rasped, “-me.” The possessive statements stirred (y/n)’s lust-clouded mind. She happily clung to him as she moaned, nodding her head with surprising enthusiasm.

Ivory hips ground against his cock, (y/n)’s body tremoring, craving his essence to paint her womb white.

“You’re mine,” he howled, fingers digging into her hips leaving even more purple marks. (y/n)’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Dimitri disregarded Seteth’s irritated glare over her shoulder. “I’m going to - fuck - I’m going to make you…make you mine-” Dimitri found himself unable to focus, his cock desperate to breed this excellent pussy.

Just when (y/n) thought she couldn’t feel fuller, she screeched, throwing her head back violently cumming as he punctured her cervix, fucking through the barrier straight into her womb, the bulge in her stomach deepening as she sobbed, eyes watering profusely.

It hurt so fucking bad, but it felt amazing. “Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes-” she stuttered out, “Cum inside me! I want you both to fill me - fill me up until I’m overflowing” (y/n) felt her psyche follow suit with the shattering of her body.

Dimitri had done the impossible by fucking straight into her uterus - and Seteth’s dick made her hole convulse, stretching out her ass as it’d never been stretched before. She needed them to turn her into their little personal whore. She wanted this - wanted them - forever. She wanted to be wanted by them forever.

“Just like that-” Seteth huffed, his hips snapping into hers, “such a good girl, pretty little slut,” his mind fogged with ardour long ago, loving everything about her and how they’d broken her into submission.

Dimitri lost to his bestial side as well, and yet Seteth understood it perfectly, both men’s instincts screaming to breed her.

To keep her.

(y/n) was a wanton mess of fluids and sin, close to climaxing once again. Moments before she and Dimitri came together she gasped in horror when he paused. Then, he hungrily thrust into her again offering no explanation, but each time he sped up and her walls tightened he’d abruptly stop until she anguished and whined.

“Stop it,” Her (h/c) hair stuck to her forehead, framing her sweaty, naked body perfectly. She truly looked the part of a sexual goddess.

Blasphemy, Dimitri realised; he was committing blasphemy. But as he reached out and stroked (y/n)’s cheek, rubbing circles over her womb with his other hand he felt at peace. More than the actual Goddess ever made him feel with her absence.

She watched him with wide, beseeching eyes, whimpering for his heated touch, “Please let me cum.” “Say you’re mine,” he demanded, “that you’ll be mine.” “Ours,” Seteth’s angered voice called out, the two holding each other’s stares before Dimitri begrudgingly resigned. “Ours. Say you’ll be ours, and we’ll let you cum as much as you like,” Seteth seductively whispered, “We’ll make you cum until you lose your mind.”

The saint had nothing against sharing their precious demon whore, but he would not be ignored or allow Dimitri to steal her for himself.

“Yours! I’m yours, all yours-” She cracked, nodding and imploring. She’d do anything, “Please just let me cum! I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t- If I can’t-” “You’re going to lose your mind regardless,” Seteth smiled pecking her neck, biting softly into the sweet spot, “As you made us lose ours.” Dimitri sighed with contentment - the speed at which he fucked her now was incomparable to what came before, (y/n)’s long (h/c) hair bouncing with every movement, her cervix battered by this bestial man.

Maybe she did want to be theirs - to belong to someone at long last, to just belong. Who else would fuck her this well, feed her so good that she felt like she was overdosing? Who else would be able to fuck her womb? She didn’t think she could find pleasure like this again.

She cried joyfully in reckless abandon as she finally came, rolling her hips instinctively and yelling how she wanted their cum to breed her as they fucked her through her high. Seconds later another orgasm assaulted her core, cunt twitching uncontrollably. “Fuck me! Fuck me just like that! Harder! Impregnate me! Oh Goddess breed me please,” The breath was sucked out of her when Dimitri came inside her, her lips meeting his in a tight embrace, their tongues dancing.

No thoughts swam through her mind, just how much she wanted them - Seteth and Dimitri, her lovers. She’d willingly be theirs as long as they kept fucking her.

“More,” she cried, “more! I need, need more-ah!” Seteth admired the curve of her ass, the beauty of her back and how silky her (h/c) hair was - running his fingers through the strands, feeling his soul nearly leave his body as he violently came, his essence leaking from her ass onto the sacred ground.

The sensation of hot cum entering her womb and flooding her ass broke whatever semblance of sense she had, the notion of being full and pregnant seemed comforting and enticing, now. They were going to get her pregnant, oh fuck, she was fixating on how good it’d feel to find out she was with child. She must be, after tonight. He came so much - both of them did.

They didn’t pull out or stop pivoting into her until they felt their cocks go soft.

She caressed her belly, some cum leaked from her cunt, the green floor stained with their fluids. Dimitri and Seteth placed her down carefully, lovingly.

Never had she ever been fucked so well.

“You’re so beautiful,” the words left Seteth’s mouth before he could stop them. Dimitri hummed in agreement, chest glistening with sweat, “Such a good pliant whore for us, and only us.” Seteth reached down to trace her lips with his thumb, (y/n) opened up her mouth and sucked his fingers thoughtlessly. He groaned.

He was getting hard again.

Dimitri ran his fingers through her hair, “The most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met,” he sweetly confessed, “I hate how you make me feel. I never want you to stop.” He pecked her forehead. He never wanted to let her go. He both hated and adored her.

As they sat, Seteth kissed her, full of passion and emotions he hadn’t realised he still had, loving how eagerly she kissed him back. The mint-haired man kissed his way down her body to her abused, overflowing cunt. He kissed her clit, watching her shiver.

He jammed his fingers into her hole, her writhing body so endearing and adorable. Dimitri stroked her hair, considering how he felt about her. He should hate her - that’s what this was, right? Hate-fucking? But as he stared at her spent form and the tattoo over her womb he felt his heart skip a beat, wanting to own this woman, to have her be his - “theirs” - for as long as he lived. Didn’t he earn the right for something of his own? Hadn’t he lost enough?

Seteth guided her through another orgasm, then another, until she was a sleepy mess on the floor. As she cried out, squirting over Seteth’s hand, Dimitri kissed her. They picked her up, sharing a speechless glance before spreading her between them in a spitroast.

All too happily despite how tired she was (y/n) opened her mouth, tongue sticking out greedily to taste Seteth . Her sacred whimpers made the priests hold her with a protective air, Dimitri stuffing her womb again. “More…!” she wept, licking at Seteth’s shaft and taking him into her mouth, letting him fuck her face with vigorous ferocity. “You’re perfect,” Seteth professed, “So perfect, so good, so stunning, our gorgeous succubus- oh Goddess -” he clenched his teeth, thrusting down her throat, loving how well she sucked his dick. It was mind-blowing and utterly addictive.

Dimitri was feverishly pounding inside her, their cum and her juices were escaping her by the load and it was impossibly hot to see the whore they turned her into.

“Please cum inside me again!” she pleaded momentarily pulling away from Seteth’s cock only to devour his length again, twirling her ass to entice Dimitri to reach his orgasm as he sucked in a breath, laughing, “I will,” he vowed, slapping her ass and tugging her hair back, her moans vibrating on Seteth’s cock and making the man groan, zoning in and out.

“I can’t wait for you to be swollen with my child,” he exclaimed, roaring like a lowly beast, loving how well she clenched at the notion. She nodded her head and muttered muffled moans, sucking Seteth with increased determination and trying to match Dimitri’s thrusts.

Primal instincts pleaded for her to get impregnated, to become the mother of their children. Her womb pleasantly tingled at the thought, desperation seeping from her. “Breed me!” she begged, mouth still around Seteth’s cock, “Pwea-sse” she choked from her attempt to speak, gagging but kept going, pulling her head up, lapping at his tip, “Please! Yes, yes, yes, fill me until I’m pregnant! I want your babies, I want to be pregnant, please-” she was sobbing, “I want to have both your children, as many as you want!” Seteth felt his own cock twitch at her wanton display, shoving her head back down his length and thrusting dangerously, filling her mouth with salty cum.

“You’re ours, ours to fuck, ours to use and ours to breed, our perfect little slut.” the possessive degradation relieved Dimitri’s inner beast, his mind conjured visions of what his baby might look like, feeling no remorse for breeding a succubus.

With a final, aggressive thrust he came inside, their joint moans heard even in the cathedral above, unbeknownst to them.

Seteth held her up as she trembled and twitched, Dimitri refusing to pull out until her womb consumed every drop of his sperm. Once he was done, breathing heavily, the two priests held her close, all laying on the floor, trying to calm down.

As clarity returned, Seteth felt the shame taint his soul, realising how far he had fallen from his virtue. For a man who took his faith and position in the church vehemently, he permitted impurities and lust to defeat him. But one look at (y/n), fucked-out with a cute smile on her face, swollen lips and flowing tresses surrounding her made him grin, stroking her face, he loved touching it. Although shame swam through his veins, he placed his hand on her abdomen, staring fondly as it gradually lit up, starting to glow.

He shouldn’t want to keep a demon for himself, they weren’t supposed to be doing this. But as she stared at them with doe (e/c) eyes he felt his heart soften at the notion of having another child.

His love for Flayn was immense, and he’d always desired another baby, but his wife died before they could attempt it. It was sacrilegious but he felt an inherent need to protect and defend (y/n), to keep her safe. To hoard her for only his - and Dimitri’s - eyes.

“It seems she’s with child,” Seteth informed Dimitri, who looked on with a wild, excited gaze, “I wonder whose she’ll have.” “Mine,” Dimitri growled, “I can sense it’s mine.” Seteth sighed, exhausted and finding Dimitri vexing yet somewhat amusing. Well, they’d sealed their fates, anyhow. Morals aside, they couldn’t let her go now she was pregnant, now that they claimed her. “We’ll see.” “I’m pregnant…?” she gasped, barely part of the conversation, her mind too clouded with lust and bliss to be alert, fingers finding their way to her womb, stroking the glowing tattoo happily, “I’m…going to have a baby…” she was afraid, but as she felt her eyelids lower, drifting off to sleep, she knew she was safe. Their lives had taken a turn for the unknown but she knew that they were going to take care of her. And perhaps all this time she’d yearned for just that. To be taken care of. To be loved.

Dimitri gruffly crossed his arms, pulling her body to his chest, now asleep and snoring soundly. “It’s infuriating how she looks like an angel when she sleeps,” Seteth nodded. She really did. “We’ll have to move her somewhere safe.” “Yes, we will. You won’t…” Dimitri paused, heart heavy, “You won’t tell the Archbishop about her, will you?” Seteth gripped his hand into a fist, cursing himself and his lechery. “No. I won’t.” He hated himself more than ever for what he dug himself into, for the lies he was going to be spewing to the woman he trusted like a sister. But it was for the best, at least for now until they…domesticated their little Succubus.

Although Seteth had no queries about keeping her to only themselves.

(Y/n) Kanroji was the lust pillar, meaning the occasional flirt would try ad pick her us was usual. Of course being the love pillars older sister she had to push them away and set an example. Always telling her younger sister that if a man only wants her for her body and not her mind throw him away!

"AHH! Nee-chan see you later after your mission! " Her sister screamed  as her sister was putting on the usually male or men's uniform. Mitsuri knew of her comfort with her thighs or body in general. Instead of wearing the skirt she chooses to wear the pants.

But maybe one day a man would appreciate her and her body and mind..

Maybe..

...

"WHAT!" The eldest kanroji had just returned from a mission and her uniform..was..gone. Just tears..no way of saving it. So she went to the tailor and he said.

"Your going have to wear the actual woman's uniform..the skirt ma'am.." He knew after the first time persuading her that she wasn't the one to be all pervy with. So he was cautious.

"Is there any more men's pants?" She asked in a robe..she did not want to wear that skirt for the life of her and her pride. Her insecurity would get the better of her.

"I'm afraid not madam.. I'm sorry.." he handed her the skirt and let her go home to her estate in her knew outfit. She hated it. Hearing men catcall her and say things like :"NIce thighs!"

"Choke me with those thighs baby girl!"

"Thick thighs save lives, so come save mine~" 

Just things that made her feel off and weird. She even saw younger demon slayers look at her oddly. Even her other pillars did it too. Shinazugawa staring, Tengen whistling. All making her off.

But there was one pillar who didn't just stare but he felt the need to make her feel better. Giyuu Tomioka was the current water pillar. And did he want to catcall her and praise her for her body? Yes. 

Yes he did.

But in his own special way.

The next day it got worse. A bunch of young demon slayers were being rude and disgusting and trying to grope the lust pillar. By either slapping her ass as she walked by. Hugging her and trying to grope her. Or just using their swords to touch her.

This making her upset called out to the only other pillar around and to help. In her cries she was heard by a savior.

It was Giyuu.

He had already seen enough and frankly was disgusted and felt the need not only as a fellow human but as a man to stop this. He grabbed the two boys arms and dragged them the the headquarters. Oyakata-sama needed to hear and see this. Now.

"T-thank you Tomoika-san!" She whispered yelled. He looked back at her with blank eyes but told her sternly.

"Go to the water estate. I have something for you there."

He went on and went to the headquarters with crying and whining demon slayers. He was pissed but was waiting. The better is yet to come.

...

(Y/n) sat there waiting on the door step. She made it to the water pillar estate and waited. She could see him in the distance, she stood up trying to pull her skirt down in the process. Giyuu looked away and opened the door. He told her he had something to help her situation.

He lets her sit down on the small cushions he had in his home he walked to another place and let her wait. But while so he asked some questions.

"So why didn't you say anything to stop them? Your pretty strong too. So why? "

(Y/n) looked down maybe he thought she was week or thought something else. "I just didn't like them touching me..plus when people do I get scared and...I don't like my thighs that's all." Not very a sound reason but Giyuu understood. When your in fear you can't do much.

Giyu turned around to look at her. He was able to conceal his eyes and facial expressions. He walked towards her and crouched down to her eyes sight. He placed the extra pair of pants on her lap but before giving the away fully he asked her.

"Why? Why don't you like them? Do you not find them beautiful?" He looked up at her as she looked away. His hand came to the side of her cheek. He rubbed his thumb underneath her eye and whispered.

"Would you like for me to show you how beautiful you thighs and also how your so beautiful to me?" His eyes showed passion and care. He didn't want her for her body he loved her for her as a whole.

He had known the eldest Kanroji for a while and while knowing her she has been nothing but sweet. So their relationship with each other was already there. Just that someone needed to make the push happen.

She looked into his blue eyes and nodded slowly. Giyuu kissed her forehead and began, he wanted her to feel appreciated and loved. He might not be perfect but he would give his all for her.

"Your so beautiful..so amazing..just..awing.." He kissed her head and her forehead. His hand circled around her hips and lifted her up. Now being scared she would be too heavy he said something to ease her nerves..

"What's wrong? Do you not want to continue?"

"No-no its just.." She looked down and gestured to her thighs and stomach. "I'm not too heavy am I? I don't want to strain you or WAH!" He lifted her up fully and stood. Even threw her up into the air a little as he did so.

"If need be I would carry the world and the sun to prove to you, your are not heavy or too big. I can the  world in my arms. You. If I can carry my world till I die then that should prove to you, you are not heavy. You will never be too heavy. Your are my world. I need to lift it and make sure it is in its perfection everyday."

He kissed her head again and kissed her nose making her smile. "Your are my sun, moon and just the universe to me (Y/n) Kanroji and you mean just as much as it to me..can I please show you why? Or how?"

She softly smiled and felt herself get flustered. She nodded. He kissed her hands and began. 

"Your so perfect, I do not think anyone could compare.."

He kissed up to her neck. No making it seem to be rough or malicious. No. This was not his intent to seduce or make it seem he used her for vulnerability.  He loved her and wanted her to see that.

His kisses felt warm and soothing. He kissed scars. He kissed markings from any other mission she has ever had. When he made it to her breast he looked up wanting verbal consent. ALL the way through this he wanted nothing but her saying she was fine with this. 

"You may go on, Giyuu.." She was hesitant but seeing how he was not convinced by her answer all he did was kiss the exposed skin showing from her shirt and did not move on until she was fully sure she wanted this. 

"I will not get angry if you do not want this..matter of fact I would be delighted to show my appreciation for you in other ways (Y/n). Therefore if you do not want to continue I would be fine. I can handle self control."

His words melted her heart. Out of all the men and tales she has heard never has one been so quickly to think about her and her feelings. He truly was one of a kind.

"Yes, please go on Giyuu." Having her voice sound less hesitant and more so willing he moved to unbutton her shirt and uniform. He kisses her exposed skin from out of her bra and parts of her stomach. He got onto his knees and moved in between her thighs. 

Now Giyuu is smart, but a woman's bra is literally and embarrassment hell for a man who cannot take it off. Also a woman does not want it being ripped or torn apart. So what does he do?

Pull the straps down off her shoulders and pull the bra from her chest down to her stomach so he can turn it to see how to take it off. And it worked. He did it fast too. He placed her bra of the pile of clothes that were neat at the end of the cushions.

Kissing her breast and also latching onto her nipple and areola. He sucked on and played with the other hearing the cute and beautiful mewls and soft moans from her mouth and her voice echoing through his mind. Just making his aroused wasn't a hard thing to do if it was her.

"Such beautiful sounds my love, so amazing.."

He kissed the nipple and gave same treatment to the other. He loved her voices and praises. He kissed down her stomach and kissed her thighs. Feeling a little insecure she gently pulled at his haori and uniform.

"You take them off too..to be fair." She smiled at him to make him feel easier. He unbuttoned his shirt and uniform and soon both were shirtless.

His hands made way back to her hips and he went for a kiss, but paused. "Can I?" She giggled and nodded. "Yes you may kiss me Giyuu." He mumbled a thanks and kissed her passionately.

Tongues dancing and swirling, saliva almost dipping from their mouths, Giyuu griped her chin do deepen the kiss more. Groans and moans elicited out of their throat as Giyuu moved them both to the soft cushions to lie down more. 

With the cushions on her back, it made the eldest Kanroji arch her back as her lover kissed down her neck, creating marks of love and appreciation. Giyuu kissed down to her stomach as he looked up at her once more.

"May I take this off?" He asked with a confident and strong voice. His blue eyes were oceans filled with affection and love. "Yes, you may Giyuu.." He kissed her hand as if caressed his face. He pulled off her stockings and then her skirt slowly. He stared, making her feeling more self- conscious.

" I have no idea why you hide your legs, but if it were just you and I.." He moved up to her lips again. He whispered in her ear with a deep and husky groan. 

"But I'd love to explore and scavenge them anytime if you let me, (Y/n)." He kissed the shell of her ear and made his way back down. His kissed felt like drips of fire on her spine. Burning yet addictive.  The sway of his tongue felt waves of pleasure through her body.

To whatever high heaven his advances came from made her heart flutter at the small praises he made for her. 

"Your unremarkable and beautiful."

"Your moans are like calls of the angels.."

"Please, my love your bless me with all of you.."

"Gods you are just beautiful, no man should be able to touch you as I do..I cannot wait to see you as mine.."

He kissed her waistline. Her panties had a small wet stain and the sight of her trying to hide it made his cock twitch in its confines. His pants felt tighter and tighter as the session went on. Giyuu wanted to skip on the fanatics. He needed to show her his full apprecitation.

"Please, (Y/n) I don't want to be seemed as one of those type but-" Her hand caressed his face, she smiled sweetly at him. he would never be one of those types of guys. Never.

"You can Giyuu, I want you to show me how much love you have for me, wouldn't you like it too? For you to fill me with your love?"

His ears burned. He crawled up to her and pushed her panties to the side. He kissed her face as his cock was lulled out of his black pants. He whispered to her. "If this is what you want, I love you so much.." He kissed as he slowly seethed himself into her. Her arousal mixed with his leaking precum making the entry smooth.

(Y/n) gasped as she held onto his neck and back tightly to ground herself. He was larger than most and the stretch hurt a little. He kissed her jaw and neck to help soothe the stretch.  They both felt bliss in each others comfort and warmth.

"T-thank you Giyuu.. you can move." she breathed out. He nodded and  thrusted in and out at an easing pace. Giyuu muttered and moaned out more praises and words of affection. (Y/n) figured out something wonderful about her newest become lover.

"Please Giyuu, give me all your love, fill me up with it so we can share it..." With this ask of him, the water pillar felt himself grow more aroused and felt the need to up the ampy.

He leaned up and put her legs on his shoulders, he pulled out far enough to the tip and then thrusted back in over and over again. Each time his tip hitting her cervix making the stars in her eyes form. Loud moans, groans and praises spewed from the couple.

Giyuu thrusted more and more, his thumb on her hips moved to play with her clit, he wants her to be pushed towards her orgasm. (Y/n)'s toes began to curl at his more vigorous pace. His hips smacked against hers and the goosebumps forming on her skin as she could feel closer and closer to her impending orgasm.

Giyuu leaned down to kiss her on her lips as he thrusted a few more times, wearing her and his orgasms. Him pulling out to cum on her thighs and her cuming on his cock while he pounded into her.

Both were panting and quiet. No words needed to be spoken.

"Please do not feel insecure about yourself anymore. I'll give you spare pants if you still need them (Y/n). But if anyone dare mess with you about your body please tell me..so I can deal with it?"

She nodded and kissed his forehead. His body weight on top of hers felt comforting. Heavy breathing eased as both listened to each others silence and love. Giyuu then remembered how she should get cleaned up for the meeting about those slayers.  He lifted her tired body slowly and went to go sit her on the toilet.

He told her it is best to pee afterwards, to be safer than sorry. He ran a bath for the both of them. The whole time he loved her and massaged her joints and anywhere of discomfort. He wanted her to be upmost happy.

He gave her the spare pants and he put his on too. The two to dressed and headed on out. While walking Giyuu made sure to threaten Sanemi and Tengen while his lover conversed with her younger sister.

Anyting just for her and her love..

"So you like my thighs?"

"Yes, thick thighs save lives (Y/n).."

"I could suffocate you tomi-"

"And then I could die happy and see Sabito. Best way to go."