Skel's sin stash

Look at you, dripping wet as you scroll through tumblr. Reading stories and wishing it would happen to you instead, each post making you wetter and wetter. Eventually you started to finger yourself or maybe this post is what’s making you finger yourself. Either way your hand has gotten into that smooth rhythmic motion of you pushing all of your buttons you love bringing you closer and closer to that orgasm you know and crave.

the ever talented Badjhur on Reddit (if you are a Ghost fan you'll maybe recognize the name) did a Halsin audio and AHHHHHHH

holy gods its immaculate, and he sounds *just* like Halsin

Currently, you are investigating a small town that's had an unusual amount demonic activity.

You questioned the towns people, however, most seem unwilling to even mention the stranger going ons in their town and simply avoid your questions before quickly walking away.

Lucky for you though, you manage to overhear a few of the towns folk gossiping with each other.

Apparently, for the last few months, a terrifying creature has been roaming the streets seemingly search for something. What it is looking for no one wants to know...

Even more terrifying was that anyone foolish enough to still be out at night would go missing. Only to be found the next morning unconscious with their clothes in tatters.

You then visit the local church to see if the priest if he knows anything.

The priest is surprisingly welcoming of you. Quickly leading you inside and even offering some refreshments.

You explain why your here and ask if priest may know of anything. But the priest sadly shakes his head.

With a sigh, you get up to leave, but are quickly stopped by the priest. He says that it is too dangerous to go out this late and that you should stay in the church with him at least until sunrise.

Deciding it's probably a good idea, you agree.

That night as you sleep in the bed given to you, the priest silently creeps into the room. He stares down with glowing red eyes at your sleeping form.

He so desperately wanted to crawl on top of you and rip that teasingly thin layer of clothing from your oh so tempting body and fuck you until your moans like a bitch in heat.

But ah, he can't. Not yet at least. It simply wasn't the right moment.

It ironic really, before he would have condemn such lecherous thoughts. Back then he was a devout servant of God. A truly holy man.

But that was before he got possessed by the demon. Before his mind and soul were beyond redemption.

Now he was nothing more than a monster that indulges into his own sin.

For the past few months his demon had been searching for a mate, but has had no luck.

None of the humans he found were right. Sure they were decent fucks, but they broke way too easily and left him unsatisfied.

Then you appeared.

The moment he saw you, he knew you were perfect. A single whiff of your scent was enough to have the demon in him purring.

Oh he couldn't wait to see you round with his offspring! All in good time, love~

Kissing you on the mouth anon this is so good-

Of course, in the morning the priest would offer up the bed for as long as I needed to rid the town of its demonic influence. And of course I'd suspect nothing from a holy man. The next few days would go on much the same, getting nowhere with the locals during the day and sleeping in the church at night. The priest taking every opportunity to leer at me while I sleep, weakening my defense slowly with his unholy magic. At least The townsfolk seemed to ease up a bit with the lack of recent attacks.

It was only when I'd finally gotten frustrated with getting nowhere and decided to go out at night myself that I'd catch a glimpse of anything demonic. A huge hulking beast unlike anything I'd seen in all my years as an exorcist with a goats head and huge bat wings. The most I'd ever dealt with was a tiny imp. So I panicked.

All I could think to do in the moment was run for the church, the beast lazily keeping pace. It was clear as it followed me onto the holy ground that there was nothing I could possibly do. The sudden hint of arousal mixed into the fear the beast could smell of me finally became too much to bear- lunging forwards and easily catching me in its claws.

"I've waited so long for this" a rumbling deep yet somehow familiar voice purrs in my ear as long claws shred my clothes like butter. My attempts to flee were quickly stopped by an ungodly long tongue licking down my neck and a sudden weight on my stomach.

Risking a glance I felt faint. The demons cock was so huge there was no possible way it could fit inside me. Though he seemed intent on trying, pulling back and lining up with my cunt.

Without warning half the huge rod slammed inside of me, the stretch unimaginable. He wasted no time in pulling out and jackhammering back in, each thrust forcing more and more of his demonic cock in me. It was only then that I dimly became away of the familiarity in the demons voice; the priest. He moaned how I would be such a good broodmare, taking his corruption so well.

All night he fucked me, never once slowing down. Pumping me full of his demonic seed over and over again until sun rise. Leaving me with my stomach huge and swollen with cum, no doubt already knocked up, to go get ready for Sunday mass.

Nine months later I'm showing a group of church woman my engagement ring, stomach round and tight with twins. How lucky I was, the ladies cooed, that the priest was willing to marry me pregnant with an exes child. Not many men would, but he was just so good and holy.

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.

"Are you frightened?"

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.

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: sex pollen/nectar, kidnapping, breeding, somno, noncon/dubcon, male/gn/female reader mild eggpreg.

The fearful are the ones who press themselves flat against walls as you pass by, the ones who see you coming and cross the street to not walk by you, the ones like the guy who walked into my path and then, upon seeing me, leapt two feet backwards shouting, "Oh shit!"

The fearful are an annoyance, but they're not usually dangerous. They don't seem to grasp that the path is generally wide enough for both of us, that my cane only takes up two more inches either side of me and isn't going to kill them. They're the ones that my friends remark on most, because once you realise what they're doing you can never stop noticing that people do this.

The aggressive, however, are a different story.

The aggressive are the ones who stare you down as you walk towards them like they're playing a game of chicken, the ones who wave and say hello and when you reply they use it as evidence you're not blind. They're the ones who try to hopscotch over your cane. They're the ones who will kick your cane and try to trip you up for fun. They're the ones that deliberately slow down, giggling as they look back at you, because they want you to walk into them and to hurt yourself. They're the ones who you'll walk by and, even though neither you nor your cane even brushes them, they'll get angry at you because don't you know you could hurt someone by walking around with that thing? Don't you know you should have someone with you at all times to make sure you don't hit someone?

There's a different kind of aggressive, too, and I don't know a single blind person who has not encountered this kind. This is the kind of aggressive who tries to "help" you, the kind who grabs your arm and drags you across roads without talking to you or asking. The kind who pull you into oncoming traffic and expect you to be grateful. The kind who pick up your cane to lead you. The kind who will get you hit by a car in the name of helpfulness. This kind does not realise or even care that it is terrifying to have an unseen person grab you and start dragging you away, who don't get that the cane is your contact with the world around you and they have stripped you of knowledge and safety by picking it up off the ground. This kind does not realise or care that it is still kidnapping, still assault, and they expect you to be grateful that they deigned to "help" you.

All three kinds don't see you as a person. The fearful see you as an obstacle, the aggressive see you as an idle amusement or a threat, and the helpful aggressive see you only as a way to feel good about themselves.

The second you hold a white cane you are unpersoned.