CW Dub-con, religion, and corruption. I want Demon!Price to fuck all the holiness out of me that's it that's the post. Also attempts at being gender-neutral despite priests being a stereotypically male job. Just pretend we live in a better world where anyone can be a priest and sexy hairy demons exist.
Demon Price found Priest Reader kneeling on the pews, a rosary in your hand as you recited the Hail Mary over and over again. You had sinned. Over and over again, repentance and punishments alike, nothing could seem stop you. This singular temptation had you in a vice grip, consuming your mind and re-wiring your neurons. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but no matter how much you tried you found it impossible to abstain. You had just finished confessing to another priest, who advised you to try and cut the demon out of your life- only after proper penance, of course. Yet, as you tried to get through your tenth prayer, a voice broke your concentration. "You that tired of me, darling?" His voice rang through the empty church walls, echoing around your skull like moonlight reflecting off the water. No matter how much you had tried to get the demon to leave you be, the creature was persistent. Insistent, really. Dead-set on getting you to abandon your God and turn towards all things evil and debauched. You knew he was evil. That if you let him continue to torment you, your soul would be corrupted. That it was a miracle that you hadn't already been turned away from the Lord by your previous lapses in judgement. But those sweet, honeyed murmurs- promises of a warm body to cling to whenever you desired, a pleasure that would burn for all eternity, nothing but instinctual bliss? You were Eve, and Price was the apple.
Before you knew it, you were back in the confession stall. The only things audible were the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and the sinful noises the demon managed to pull out of you. He was warm, working to heat up your core in a way that left you wanting even more. Deft hands dragged across your garbs. "Such an unrepentant sinner like you doesn't need these silly things anymore." The words murmured softly against your skin, which started to look somewhat purple in the candlelight. He noticed before you did, making sure to punctuate the change within you with another harsh thrust into the very depths of your body. "God-" The call to a holier being slipped out. You looked back at the demon, expecting to be chastised. Instead, he.. smiled? A hand moved up to your chin, fingers diving into the wet, warm expanse of your mouth. Fingers dragged across quickly sharpening teeth.
"Aw, you think god can save you now? Take a good look at yourself, creature."
