#op wire

Despite the countless warnings to halt the Wiccan practice within his holy and sanctified rituals, the brunette priest felt the inkling to summon the one fire-breathing dweller from the underworld once more. With chalks on the ground, and salts to deflect his nether summoned guest, Wire clicked his tongue at witnessing the rise of this beast from the fiery realms of hells.

“After all this time? I knew we were close and personal friends, Wire,” Heat chuckled impishly, grinning through the splattered blood against his scarred features, “And what is it this time, hm? What are you fighting that you need a little additional help with? What are you possibly needing your little, blue-haired helper for?”

Wire immediately felt the migraine return with the laugh he had come to both expect and loathe his ears finding. Heat, his personal demonic creature born of darkness and flame, Wire could barely admit that they were almost friends at this stage. The heavenly entity that dwelled within Wire was married perfectly to the soul abandoned into the torturous realms beyond death. They were the perfect union between death and life, and Wire had both loathed and longed for this encounter when he needed it. 

“Unfortunately, there has been one of yours plaguing this town and sullying the beds and reputations of the very few maidens still remaining here,” Wire tilted his head to the side and sighed dramatically, “This time, I think it's your Quincy. She has tainted the innocent women with her sultry ways to have them perform horizontally and soak through their bedsheets with their own… sin…”

The priest knew far and well what the succubus was doing: feeding on the lust of unsatisfied women in matrimony and giving them pleasure while consuming it. Thus was the way of creatures such as she. However, the men had come to ask for far too many exorcisms for him to perform alone - a conniption he could ask his hellish comrade to remedy with the click of his finger. 

“Well?” Heat shrugged with a look of disgust on his face, “What do you want me to do about it? Let the women know that pleasure alone is for men and to go back to just taking load after load of hot cum until they're so full of babies they can't think of their own pleasure?” Heat scoffed, snorting out a few licks of fire with his exhale, “You go tell them to satisfy their wives, and Quincy will come home.”

“It's not… it's… Urgh,” Wire groaned and drew his hand to the back of his cowl and tugged on the small hairs growing on the nape of his neck, “While that does appear to be the sensible and easy option, it is harder to move this mindset than it is to move an ox staring down a matador.” 

The demonic figure grinned, sauntering over towards the priest while teasing his fingers on the edge of the salt barrier. Heat’s tongue flickered out to dampen his lip, tilting his head and allowing the thick locks of blue to cascade over his shoulders. 

“You want me to tell you how to send Quincy home? Fine,” Heat shrugged while his fingertips continued to graze and burn against the salt perimeter, “What are you offering in exchange for me taking her back? I don't do somethin’ for nothin’, not even for an old friend and former lover.” Heat puckered his lips and gave Wire an airborne kiss, promptly swatted away from the priest with a waved unbotheredness. 

“Name your price, demon,” Wire rolled his eyes before surging his hand forward to clasp the punctured vest of the fire-demon, “And we can discuss what you mean by ‘former’ afterwards, Heat.” The priest immediately drew the demon by an unnatural strength and tugged him into a messy and heated kiss. A clash of tongue and teeth danced and beat against one another like waves crashing over a rocky shore. The priest tugged a moan from the demon’s lips as surprise continued to consume him. Heat’s eyes flung wide, all confidence escaping him while he melted into the scarce affection of his lover. 

As soon as the kiss started, it ended with Wire pushing him back into his summoning circle and thumbing over his own lip. Wire grinned while Heat remained flustered, the control and dominance suddenly shifting from the demon to the priest with such a simple motion. When it boiled down to its salt, Heat was a simple man who inherited his demonic body. And this simple man enjoyed the priest’s attention like a puppy trying to abide by the laws of his master. 

“Yes, sir,” Heat stuttered needily, stepping back into the centre of the circle and pondering his thoughts. After some time, Heat gathered a conclusion that seemed as harmless as sending home his Quincy in exchange. Clicking his tongue, he named his price, “I would like to remain here for forty eight hours after you exorcise her.”

“That’s-...?” Wire scoffed at the demon and shook his head, “...Is that really what you're asking me for? A sleep over in the temple and crypt?”

“Just like old times,” Heat shrugged with a boyish glee rising to his scarred lips, “Timer starts as soon as you venture to where she's making the current wife cream all over her tongue, or squirt against her own pussy while she rides their neglected little mounds. The poor darlings, are you sure you want to-.”

“-Yes, I'm sure!” Wire growled at him, turning to his desk and retrieving a quill he kept spare for his calligraphy, “As much as I believe in pleasing the flesh, Quincy is not abiding to the laws of our land whilst feeding from their souls. I want their souls protected, rather than harvested. You know this, Heat.”

“I know,” Heat sighed while tapping his foot against the salt ring, “Your next sermon should be on husbands pleasing their wives. Too much of this submission shit, not enough on cherishing. Isn't that in your holy words, Wire?” Wire rolled his eyes once more, pricking his finger and blooming his blood within the quill head. He handed the quill to Heat while simultaneously kicking the chalk summoning circle from the cobblestone floor. 

“I'll make sure it's mentioned with the subtlety of a brick through a glass window,” he swore without the pact in play, “Now you behave while I'm gone, or there will be consequences beyond simply hell to pay, do you understand?” Heat stepped outside of the circle, finding his supernatural body replaced with a humanity he had since lost to the afterlife. 

“I understand,” Heat responded with a low bow while rising alongside his grin, “To exorcise her, you simply need to make her cum without cumming yourself. That's how it works with her. Careful now. If she makes you, or anyone else cum within a hundred metres radius: you've gotta start all over again, big guy. Enjoy~.”

“I hate succubi.” 

Once Wire bid his farewell from the gates of the church, Heat busied himself for the next nearly two days by scoffing at the interior decorating. Finding himself in the priest’s side of the confessional booth: mutterings of “poor use of woodworking,” and, “they really slaughtered an animal for the upholstery here? Fuckin’ horror story to shame the future generations, this is,” echoed within the booth and his mind enough to distract him from the entrance of a lone figure in a great many-layered dress with sinched waists and leather boots.. 

Heat flinched with his eyes wide, catching his breath and halting his words while the other side of the booth walls closed firmly shut by the small latch against the door. 

“Forgive me, father,” you began, feeling the weight of the world pressing on your heart while your lips curved through the words, “I have not attended a ceremony, church services, or confessions for a long time. I can honestly say, I could not count the weeks if you would ask it of me.” 

It was true, you had been busy. The town around you was plagued by angry men and women waltzing around in a daze-like state on jellied legs. Your friends, neighbours, and colleagues in the storehouse had relayed tales of a demonic presence seeking out the innocent and corrupting their souls by matters of the flesh. 

While you had no real frame of reference for what matters of the flesh the demonic entity was seeking, you knew enough to shut yourself inside your home and only attend work and shopping for groceries within the daylight hours. You would usually attend the evening service of the church, but since the wailing, feminine screams began throughout the night of your neighbours, you grew too frightened to try. 

However, your heart felt a heavy burden of burning shame too weighted to not confess to your priest. The wailing of your neighbours found your hands slowly slipping past your belly down towards your unexplored and sensitive nether necessities your parents banned you from touching. Your cheeks felt hot while your nipples puckered on your breasts, causing you further shame while you focussed on the wanton screams of your neighbours crying out in the night. 

There was something about the cries that had your fingers slipping and your body producing an electrified pleasure your heart needed to chase. You couldn't explain it, but your parents had drilled into you the shame coinciding with touching anything below there aside from using the bathroom and washing yourself. 

“I… need advice, and to cleanse my spirit and anoint my soul, father,” you continued while your emotions began to choke in your chest below the top panel of your dress, “I don't know what to do, how to start, or how to explain it.” Reaching upwards, you hung your head while clutching at the top of your bodice and the cross around your neck. You clenched your eyes shut while shame continued to plague your mind - remaining blissfully ignorant of the man masquerading as a priest staring at you with large, rounding eyes in complete surprise. 

The demon’s pointed tail swooshed at his feet, flicking back and forth like a cat spying a mouse in the open panel of a lounge room. Would speaking to an innocent while pretending to be Wire be a sin? Would it remove his restricted pact while remaining within the walls of the hallowed ground of the clergy? Heat continued to gawk at you, remaining conflicted by the need growing in his heart. He was a demon, he should hold the desire to corrupt the innocent, but he knew the punishment Wire would impart onto him if he were to engage in such frivolities. 

“Father Wire?” your voice called to him as you felt the shame begin to well in your eyes, “I… I do not know what to do. Please, I have come to seek your guidance. I need you to speak-.” 

“-My child,” Heat felt his voice spill out before he could truly halt them, “I must ask you to forgive me  for my former inhibitions in speaking. I am… Visiting… This parish, and I am unaccustomed to performing confessions.” The demon’s eyes blinked slowly while he tilted his head, watching the way your lips curved into that perfect circle of surprise. The words felt foreign on his tongue, yet he attempted to continue masquerading as well as he could. “Considering I am… New to this, perhaps it would aid us both if you were to tell me what sin you are currently suffering with?” 

A sigh of relief flew from your lips while you felt your smile return to you. You released your cross and bodice, opting to fold your hands into one another in your lap. Opening your eyes, you stared down at your cuticles while slowly finding the words to speak.

“Thank you, father. The sin… It…” you nodded softly, “I just… In the town I live in, I have heard… Things.” “Things?” Heat uttered in the same cadence you uttered, almost purring out his words, “What kind of things, my child? Please, be specific.” The tail continued flicking against his feet while his eyes never left you through the hexagonal mesh of the confession booth wall. At home in the darkness of the booth, Heat continued to watch the way the light kissed your skin and felt himself become consumed by the need to corrupt and contain within his own domain. “Do not withhold any detail, child. Speak to me as you would a friend.” 

“I… I should not, father,” you stuttered and gulped once more at your words, “But if you believe it a sacred covenant between us and under the pretence of forgiveness of sins, I will speak my confession.” You shifted on your seat while picturing the moans flinging carelessly into the air, heat pooling in your belly and painting your undergarments in your arousal, “I… I have heard things in the night that… Sound unsettling and… Of pain. Like a bleating sheep from the lips of ladies while cursing the lord’s name in vain alongside the name of his son and spirit.” 

Heat felt his throat tighten. ‘Quincy,’ he thought within his minds eye, ‘Quincy, you little shit. You’ve corrupted one without even touching her.’ Heat felt his belt begin to tighten at the waist, his cock beginning to grow while he attempted to focus on how he assumed Wire would respond to this confession. 

“Do they sound as if they are being harmed, my child?” Heat couldn’t stop the purr from rolling on his tongue, “Or do they sound as if they are experiencing a pleasure? Eating from a fruit far juicier than anticipated, engaging in a joyful ride of horses along a field of wildflowers?” The demon felt his cock twitch as he shifted in his seat. His claws imbedded into the wall either side of the speaking window while his face was inches away from the mesh, “Tell me, my child, when this bleating occurs, how does it make you feel?” 

“I feel…” you shifted in your seat once more, feeling the warmth continuing to rise in your belly while you reminisced of your wandering fingers beneath your many skirts, “...It feels as if I should not be hearing the sounds, and my hands… Move against my will to seek out the warmth of my… of… of my nether necessities.” 

Heat’s nose barely caught the laugh through his closed lips, snorting through his laughter while disguising it as a poorly covered cough. His mind replayed every word combination you could’ve chosen between, but settled on that combination. 

“Father?” you asked with concern knit in your tone, “Do you need some water? Shall I leave to fetch you some-?”

“-No, my child. No, it was simply a little speck of dust lingering in the booth,” Heat recovered swiftly, “When you seek out the warmth of your… Nether necessities… Is there a sensation it invokes?” Heat felt greed continue to plague him beside the lust his blackened gaze was slowly consumed by, “I need to know these things, my child.” 

“The… The sensation is… It’s as if there is a knot in my belly that needs to be unwound, a tightness that occurs when I seek it out,” you confess quickly while fighting off the heat pooling in your cheeks and pulse ringing in your ears. His voice was not like the priest you had confessed to prior, and the reverberating purr in his tone caused your core to throb against your undergarments, “But when it gets to a certain point, I steady my hands and remove them from the source. It feels sinful, like I am doing something I shouldn’t. I roll over and-.”

“-You don’t finish?” Heat’s words poured out like water bursting through an encumbered dam, “You just rolled over and waited for the feeling to leave you?” The demon’s claws scraped at the edge of the confession booth while his darker nature finally seeped from his pores. His tail swished at his feet, his body growing hotter with the heat of vindicated need he only found when drawing his tax from his succubi. “Oh, my child. I believe it be more a sin you didn’t see that height and feel the sensation of falling from its cliff face with your fingers.” “Father-?”

“-We can rectify this right now, my child,” his voice darkened, the thick molasses oozing from his forked tongue while he witnessed your chest heave with every thought racing in your sweet, human brain. “Have your hands search for that height now, and keep going until I tell you to stop.” 

The command compelled you beyond your natural will. Immediately, your hands moved through your many skirts and lifted them in a heaped bunch at your waist. The long nature of your undergarments ruffling and bunching at your centre caused Heat’s gaze on the other side of the confession booth to focus completely on your movements. Your fingers halted their descent while you truly allowed yourself a moment to think. 

“Please, my child,” Heat prompted you one final time, “Every creature born of creation seeks out this touch to meet its conclusion. Touch yourself.” 

Your fingers darted beneath your hemline and felt the slippery silkiness pooling between your thighs. Slick arousal coated your digits while you held your skirts bunched at your chest. A soft whimper left you while you concentrated a rolling sensation at the tip of your core. Every rolling circle against the small, pert bud compelled your brows to triangulate at the center of your forehead. 

“Talk to me,” the masquerading priest purred through the bars, “Is this not what heaven is meant to feel like? Is it not warm? Inviting?” 

“It f-feels-!” your body continued to tremble while you fingers slowly dipped into the center of your core and back up to the bud once more, “I-It feels good!” Your voice began to mewl softly while your fingers continued to work against your bud, “It feels like I-I’m going t-to fall-!” 

“Don’t stop,” Heat commanded as he continued watching your hands twirl and grind against your core, “Keep your fingers on your cunt until you see stars dance behind your eyes.” Your core clenched against nothing while his words sent a new wave of shock against you. Heat felt his cock grow painful, causing him to all but rut his shrouded tip against the wooden panel of the confessional booth. 

Both he and you had become so consumed by your lust that you didn’t hear the spread of the chapel doors open and footsteps begin to approach. The squelching of your fingers slotting messily between your folds while the huffing, panting, and whining of the two of you continued to grow in desperation and need reached its lusting crescendo - just as the booth became completely unshrouded with a single tug of both doors.

“What in heaven's name are you both doing in here?” Wire roared in rage, “Heat. Are you fucking kidding me?” Your eyes moved and fell on your regular priest while your eyes swam with embarrassment, arousal, and extreme sorrow. Your fingers halted in place, frozen while your glistening core continued to shine in the light of the doorway. 

“One of your flock believes it’s a sin to do what is only natural to her,” Heat snarled at Wire while he withdrew his claws from the wall, “The fact your clergy continues to suggest that her body, and the bodies of her sisters beside her, shouldn’t become one with this desire while men continue to take what they want? That is the real sin here, priest.” 

Wire growled at the demon before reaching in and grabbing him by the scruff and tugging him out in front of you. You let out a scream in shock and hastily covered yourself and withdrew your arousal-coated fingers from your body and held them in front of yourself. The demon was sweet-looking, his eyes round and innocent while his horns were soft and sweetly decorating his scarred features. He had wings attached to his back, and a pointed tail at the tip of his ass. He was, in no uncertain terms, beautiful to you - but a demon nevertheless. 

“This is the product of your debauchery, demon,” Wire snarled at the creature in his arms, “Look at what your influence has done. The confusion on her face, the panting waves in her chest, the-.”

“-Arousal in her loins,” Heat concluded while shrugging his grip from his neck, “You need to understand what the influence of those fuckin’ zealots do to a lady. Look at her. Really, truly look, Wire.” Heat’s clawed hands gestured at you while you felt the shame completely wash over you. Tears pooled in your vision while you attempted to avoid eye contact with both your priest and the demon beside him. 

Wire inhaled deeply through his nose and out through his lips in a single large breath before rolling his head on his shoulders. Several clicks of his joints moved within the rotation before his gaze fell onto your quivering, silent form.

“My sweet,” Wire coaxed softly out to you, “You are now sworn to the inner circle of secrecy. I need your verbal consent to acknowledging that what has and will happen will not leave this church. Do you understand?” Wire’s eyes darted between your own while you gulped back your inhibitions. You slowly moved your head up and down softly while never once looking away from the man with influence over the demon at his side. 

“I understand,” you utter softly, “And I… I accept.” 

“Very good,” Wire smiled fondly down at you while he gestured between the demon and you. “Heat,” the priest commanded the demon with authority in his dictation, “Show my little lamb just how holy those feelings can be.” Your gaze fell to the demon at his side before a blink occurred and he was on his knees with his face at your crotch. 

“Forgive me for tricking you, my darling,” he whispered while his eyes gazed innocently up at you, “It wasn’t my intention to be makin’ you feel conflicted. It was my intention to make you feel good.” His clawed hands pawed at your skirts, raising them back over your thighs and ruffled at your belly. “I’m gonna show you what I was trying to make you show yourself. Now be a good little thing and just take it.” The demon noseyed his way into your core and inhaled sharply. 

A squeak fled your lips while the demon huffed your loins. Your eyes rounded and looked to your priest for guidance, yet only finding a smile and an arched brow in its place. Wire found himself leaning against the confession booth door to shroud your body from view of fictitious onlookers while Heat finally parted his lips and latched onto your clit.

Lightning struck through your nerves while the demon hummed into your body. Vibrations shook your entire body from your core to your toes, to every follicle on your head. Your hands shot down and gripped onto his lengthy, blue locks while he suckled at you like a nursing calf to its mothers udder. He drank from you as if he had never tasted anything so sweet, telling you as such while he mouthed at your cunt until you felt at the pinnacle quicker than your fingers could ever march on towards.

“This is the edge,” your priest withdrew you out of your thoughts as he stepped towards you, “See how Heat is getting you close enough to jump off?” Wire reached down and grasped Heat’s hair and yanked him from your body. His chin was covered in your arousal while his eyes were black with eclipsed lust. You and the demon both cried in frustration while Wire laughed at you. The upper and lower fangs of your demonic sweetheart glistened with saliva and slick heat while his forked tongue fled to clean it. 

“Yer a cruel man, Wire,” Heat growled out at him, “Let me get it out of her. Please.” Heat’s claws reached for you while his tail swished along the floor. “She needs it. Please, please, she needs it. Look at how close she is!” Heat gestured to your body trembling while your eyes pooled with tears of frustration and embarrassment. 

“Is that what you want, my child?” Wire asked you while you continued staring at the display of control between your priest and his demon, “You want Heat to throw you off and into the arms of heaven? Speak up-.”

“Please!” you screamed desperately, “I’ll do anything. I’ll dedicate my life to the church. I’ll work for you. I’ll train under you to do anything you call me to be, under his will, father!” Your plea caused both the cock of the demon and the priest to begin to strain in their pants further. Without further display of discipline, Wire released the demon and his lips and tongue were lapping greedily while he chirped away his gratitude into your core. 

“Good girl,” Wire praised you, kneeling beside you and reaching forward to tilt your chin to face him, “You and I will do extraordinary things to further his kingdom.” Wire leaned closer, holding his lips a whisper away from your own while the demon continued noisily slurping at your core and focussing on your clit with his puckered lips. “Relax into him, my sweet.” Wire reached down with his unoccupied hand and hooked your knee over the demon’s shoulders. Your boot-clad foot brushed with the demon’s wing while Heat reached down and placed your other knee over his shoulder while he continued rolling your core beneath his tongue before the forked muscle slowly penetrated your slick walls. As his muscle pressed inside you, he brushed his hooked nose against your clit until you felt something break free inside you. 

Heaven.

If heaven was found in a single moment, this would be the one you would describe to them. 

A rushing sensation sprung from your core while your lips pressed to the priest’s and his demon groaned into your core. Your legs shook, toes curled, and lips screamed into the kiss while your priest took your arms into his own. He embraced you and kissed you as if he was forming a covenant into your lips, while the demon ground his face against your body until he felt every wave finally coast softly into the shore. Once your body went limp in his arms, the demon slowly placed your ankles back onto the floor before he felt a fiery circle clamp around his heart, belly, ankles, tail, wrists and neck.

“Time’s up, Heat,” Wire smirked down at the demon while the blue-haired Heat stole one more glance at you, “Until next time.”

“N-No! That’s not fair-!” was the only words that fled the demon before blue flames encircled him and stole him back into the abyss. Your eyes grew wide while Wire’s hand slowly moved down to stroke your cheek and soothe you with a gentle coo. He smiled gently down at you while your body continued to heave in sweat and lust. 

“You and I have some unfinished business to conclude before I indoctrinate you into this faith,” Wire nodded gently while helping you to your feet, “As you have seen here demonstrated to you this night, my child…” Wire moved to step around the booth with your hand in his, leading you behind the drop of the confessional booth towards a secret compartment at the back of the small box, “...Things are not always as they seem.” 

A hidden latch revealed a secret compartment at the back of the church: imagery of angels and demons walking and fighting beside one another with symbols decorating in salt. A demon baring resemblance to Heat was pictured at the heels of an angel baring striking resemblance to Wire within the stained tapestry caused you to turn to gaze at the priest behind you. 

Where robes of black once hung, feathers slowly revealed themselves as the light flickered across their many ridges along the shoulders of your priest. Wire fully allowed his cowl to release itself from his torso, showcasing straps and weaponry attached to his body with leather and metallic rings. Your priest was no priest at all, but a shepherd of the flock in the form of its fallen angel - commanding demons to his will by the strength of that which cast him out. 

“I have so much to teach you, my child,” Wire spoke with superiority and intention as he extended his hand out to you. As you extended your hand out to find its home within his own, he smiled and tilted his head to the side, “Let us begin your education.” 

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