Speaker uses he/him pronouns and has afab anatomy.
I most certainly won't be allowed back into the congregation after writing this, but I believe it is important to share my experiences for the good of science.
Saint Valentine's Catholic Church on Magnolia Hill has been out of service for approximately thirty years now. Regardless, the church remains in excellent shape, as if some supernatural force is taking care of it. This, of course, caught my attention as a paranormal researcher.
I decided to camp in the center of nave, a sleeping bag, my backpack with my notes, and a recording device in case anything made a sound while I slept. I likely wouldn't have any record of this experience without it, certainly not anything I said. My mind fails me when conjuring exactly what I was thinking.
It was late when I awoke with a priest standing over me, his garb entirely white and adorned with gilded crosses. His attire struck me, his face was covered by a veil with a feathered pattern, his hands were gloved and he wore tall boots. I couldn't see any of his skin.
In the haze of my sleep, I forgot I was meant to be alone in that church. I wasn't uneasy in the slightest, the priest had such a comforting aura that I didn't think to question a thing at all. His hand lay on my shoulder, warm to the touch even through the glove.
"I'm sorry if I startled you, that was not my intent, I mean you no ill will." His voice was like a choir, I was so lost in it's beauty I forgot to respond. I don't remember what I stammered, it must have been some kind of question. The priest laughed, another sound that made the blood rush to my face. They had such a beautiful voice.
"You seemed distressed, does something weigh on you?"
I didn't know I was distressed, but something about the priest's presence made my mouth move before my brain could catch up.
"I'm looking for an entity, I want to know everything about the paranormal and something has been taking care of this church. My fascination is perhaps... slightly more than academic" I admitted, only then realizing all I had said. I should have stopped there, but it was so easy to speak to him... The priest's interest was piqued anyways, I don't think I had any say in the matter.
"How so Mr. Aspen?" His voice pulled me from my shame. I looked up at his veiled face.
"I have a particular interest in how they breed. With humans, that is. I want such entities carnally"
That was shameful to admit even with the priest's supernatural influence and my face turned pink. Something unseen brushed my back, making me lean closer to the priest.
"Hm. Lust is a terrible sin, you must be struggling immensely." I found myself pressed against the priest before I knew it, pinned against him by something soft but strong. Even then, my fear was distant and blurry, as if I was underwater and my higher thinking was above. I shivered and nodded in agreement.
Something began prodding my legs apart, but I found myself entranced, unable to look away from the priest's face. "I will cleanse you of this want, I'm happy to educate you, if you'll have me."
"I'll have you" My mouth moved before I could catch up with his words, not that I was able to in the first place. That same force that pushed my legs apart made its home between them, firmly but slowly rubbing my rapidly hardening t dick. "What.. what are you? For my studies, you.. mm... n-not human"
The priest laughed, a sound like bells as some other unseen force began teasing my nipples through my shirt. I whimpered, hopelessly trying to grind against the thing between my legs. "Patience, son of Adam... I don't want to startle you... If you truly wish it, I will show you in time." The priest's voice was so very soothing, I nodded absentmindedly. I moaned as the unseen tendrils slipped through my clothing as if nothing was there, rubbing my most sensitive places directly. As soon as my mouth was open, another tendril was pushed gently inside, filling my mouth and throat without even a hint of pain.
Somehow, my lungs didn't burn even as the tendril slipped into my throat, as if nothing at all was occurring. Only then was I able to see the vaguest hint of what exactly was touching me; some kind of ephemeral light in a vague tendril shape. It was nearly transparent, like a solid jellyfish. The priest's voice distracted me once more as gentle hands pulled me closer. His voice was a low growl in my ear as he held my hips still, that tendril curling around my cock and gently tugging it while I squirmed.
"See? You're soaking me.. you're so pent up, poor thing. You need this. You need me."
I moaned and nodded in agreement, his words sinking into my brain until it was all I could think. 'I need this, I need him, I need this, I need him, I need this-'
The tendril pushed into me, unrelenting as it forced itself deeper and deeper until it was nudged against my cervix. I shuddered and moaned as it began to pulse inside of me, filling me deeper than I'd ever been filled before. There was no discomfort, only waves and waves of pleasure as the two of us left the ground. The priest held me close as I was further impaled on the tendril, said forced being the only thing holding me up as I dangled. The tendrils covered me as the priest's form twisted, holding me still and pushing me farther on the tendril in my cunt. One slid into my ass.
I was shaking with pleasure as the priest's robes morphed into feathers and unraveled into a series of fleshy wheels, each one covered in eyes that were fixated on my form, a single center eye bore into my soul, several sets of wings keeping us aloft as the tendrils forced me into the center of the wheels.
I groaned, and for a moment everything stopped. The tendril left my mouth, and if at all possible, the eyes looked sheepish. It's voice echoed in my mind, filling my head just as much as my holes.
I whimpered at the lack of movement, rutting my hips before I was able to process his words. "No.. no.. I-I feel good... please don't stop.." my voice was breathless and desperate, seemingly catching the both of us off guard.
With that, the onslaught increased tenfold. Every inch of my skin felt like a tongue was dragged across it, something sucked at my cock and chest, the tendril pushed back into my throat, and the ones below began rhythmically pumping into me.
The angel's voice echoed through my head once more, it's own octave sounding like a beast in rut. "You love me.. you love me you love me.." it spoke like a mantra in my mind. Unable to form any coherent thought of my own, I was echoing it through choked moans as well as my own thoughts.
"Good... good.. Worship him with your body, cum, cleanse yourself of sin"
I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to, cumming again and again, not a moment of rest in between. Heavy warmth filled my insides as my eyes rolled back and exhaustion took me.
When I awoke, my clothes were stained with a glowing white fluid, but there was otherwise no evidence in the church. I am once more incredibly thankful for that recording. The possibility of myself participating in the creation of a nephilism is something I will continue to write on, as of yet, I believe his seed has not taken. I may return soon for a second attempt.