#utterly defiled

They're in a church. At the podium. Cross ripped off the fancy piano behind them. Sasuke had used up all his magic from... from that marathon. And Gaara has discovered the weaker, but unlikely transfer of power from Sasuke's pet hell spawn dragging his in to participate.

The witch is in shackles. From an escape that was only successful from Hellish interference. And those shackles are being used to hold him in place, arms behind back, cross stabbed upside down behind him, as the witch is made to eat his demonic patron's ass while he fucks the Holy Man who's been corrupted.

Gaara is gripping tightly at the podium where he held his sermons, now being defiled with sweat and spit and cum. He's been marked by this demon. A ♡~swirly little heart~♡ just above his crotch that drives him mad... that does other things Gaara wouldn't admit he's been enjoying... He doesn't have to. The blonde haired devil can smell his desires for miles.

Sasuke, bound to the floor with a sacrilegious repurposed Holy symbol used as a simple post stump, just has his face shoved into Naruto's ass. Demon almost resting on his face while he fucks the priest. Gaara occasionally looks over their lover's shoulder to see the mess this demon has made of the witch. Neat hair messy from sweat. Perfect face slick with drool. The lustful and somehow, determined look in his eyes. The sight pulls knots at Gaara's insides. Much like how Naruto was grinding his hips.

The demonic guest notices Gaara staring and encourages him to help a witch out, guiding his delicate hands to messy black hair. Naruto pulls out of him, Gaara drops to his knees to clean hell spawn cock. Pulling Sasuke in and out of his patron's ass while the holy man performs oral.

He's actually trying to help Sasuke right now. Push. Pull. Occasionally taking some weight off his face so the witch could breathe. The village has gone mad with paranoia and faith alone isn't going to quell the masses. He's groping at the ass the witch is eating, choking on hot flesh that pulses against his tongue. And finding that... hands drifting lower...wander around his neck. Squeezing. Squeezing. Choked moan. The unbridled want to strangle this heretic for making him fall. For making him lust. For all the magical devil plagues that are raging outside this Holy site... He lets go. Holding him by the face, almost cradling the witch as this demon rocks his hips between them. As if they were sharing a desperate kiss, the witch and the exorcist hum in unison as if in prayer to this unholy demon of temptation.

( psst... Guess what the ♡~swirly little heart~♡ crotch symbol does.. it do two things at least. Enjoy!! )