This is about that time an exorcist lost to succubus demon dick.
guest story by Zyzzyva
tags: corruption, demon, girldick, nsfw
Banner by Jill
Father Daniel approached the gallery with the mixture of trepidation and confidence that he always had before an exorcism. He had banished demonic spirits dozens of times before: each one was different, and dangerous, but his faithful spirit had also been more than a match for each one. Still, it was always good to be cautious entering a new situation. He had no idea what might be waiting for him.
The archdiocese had sent him here to investigate rumors around a certain painting in the gallery. There were stories of people becoming obsessed with it, pining away for it; and doing… other things before it. It was clearly the work of demonic energies; and it infuriated Father Daniel to imagine the innocents who had been overcome by unholy powers and forced into lewd acts they would never have even contemplated themselves.
He unlocked the rear door of the gallery with the key he’d been given and slipped inside. The painting was in the main hall and he made his way silently to it.
The painting was right where he’d been told it would be. Several meters in size, it took up most of a wall, with spotlamps below and above still lighting it up in the dead of night. The painting was of a wounded knight sitting by a lakeside, from which a naked female mermaid-centaur was bursting. Below, a small plaque read “The Witch of the Westmoreland, Juliana Deza y Ulloa, 1753”. It was done in a handsome early neoclassical style, and even with the witch’s hair discreetly concealing her body it was hardly lewd enough to inspire the rumors around it.
But Father Daniel could feel the waves of raw lust washing out of it, and knew that the demon he hunted was within. He took a deep breath and turned on the main room lights. The woman in the corner smiled at him.
“Admiring my painting? It’s past opening hours, father.”
She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater and grey sweatpants, just tight enough to show off her massive rack. She was smiling at him, too, a guileless smile with just enough of a smirk underneath to confirm what he already suspected: this was the demon of the painting.
“Get thee behind me, demon,” said Father Daniel, calmly.
“I could,” said the demon, still smiling, “but I’m not sure why you think that might help. Unless you want me behind you…” As she spoke she walked towards him. “I’m Selemael, but you can call me ‘oh fuck yes please more please yes’.”
“My faith is proof against your blandishments, demon,” declared Father Daniel.
“Hrrrm, I just bet it is,” purred Selemael. She kept walking towards him and he without thinking took a step backwards. “That will of yours, so rock-hard, I bet you did terrible things to other demons with it. I bet you’d do terrible things to me, if I asked just right.”
“Begone from this place, corrupter.” Without noticing it, his back had somehow gotten against the wall now, and she kept walking slowly towards him.
“But I don’t think I will,” she said, her voice getting lower and softer as she got closer to him. “I like it here. Such an excellent artwork to inhabit and bring an endless river of lust to me.” She licked her lips hungrily. “And besides, you’re here to offer yourself up too, aren’t you. If you actually wanted to stop me you’d have done it by now.”
“I–” began Father Daniel, angrily, and then she kissed him. She grabbed his head in her slender hands and her tongue slipped into his mouth, warm and wet. She moaned throatily into him and he found himself moaning back.
“You love that,” Selemael said smugly, when she finally let him come up for air. His face was flushed and hot; she was as cool and composed as ever.
“I will not let you put me in your thrall,” he said, trying to rally. The demon shook her head with amused contempt.
“You’ve been in my thrall since before you even set eyes on me, you silly human. I am everything you’ve wanted and I’m not going to let someone as delicious as you lie to himself about that. Not when I can have you instead, body and soul.” She somehow shrugged her turtleneck off with a single fluid motion, the tight fabric sliding off like a cape. Underneath her breasts were big and firm and heavy, but inhumanly high and pert. Selemael looked less human in general, now. Her eyes were red and slitted and her teeth were uniformly sharp. Father Daniel’s fervid vision could only see her as more gorgeous than ever.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he stammered, his resolve crumbling in the face of her demonic shape. “But I can’t–”
She shut him up with another kiss, and this time he kissed her back, their tongues grappling. He groped her tits as he did so, squeezing and pinching without grace or experience, but Selemael of course leaned into it with unfeigned joy. His lust, hot and unrepressed, was better than any amount of mere skill to a succubus like her.
Finally she stopped again. Father Daniel’s eyes were unfocused and his breath was fast and shallow. “I am everything you told yourself you didn’t want,” she purred. One hand was under his cassock now, gentle strokes intermixed with the occasional drag of her long sharp red nails. “But we both know that’s a lie, don’t we? You want this. You want me. You want to fuck me, you want to serve me, you want to be like me. And I’m going to give you all that. Every dark lewd thought you’ve ever repressed is going to be given form, in my words and your flesh.”
Father Daniel’s mouth opened and shut a few times without noise. He didn’t know what he would have said anyways; nor did it matter, because Selemael wasn’t waiting for him to speak. She ran one long finger down his forehead and nose, touched it to his lips as if to silence him, and then gently pushed. He sank to his knees without resistance.
Selemael’s sweatpants, still somehow on her ever-hotter, ever-less-human body, were swelling and bulging at the crotch, right in front of Father Daniel’s desire-glazed eyes. With almost teasing slowness, the stitches burst, one at a time, gradually tearing but still somehow concealing the monstrous member beneath, the reveal of which was all that he could think about now. Finally, and with great suddenness, enough seams gave way that the whole set of pants came apart and fell down, out of his vision and out of his universe.
Her cock.
It was vast, far larger than any human cock could have been, thick and long and hard, so hard, but he knew that it would just perfectly fill any mortal orifice she pounded it into. It would defeat the purpose for it to cause pain, he knew, because its purpose was pleasure, just like he had been blessed with the opportunity to return pleasure to the majestic demon before him.
Without hesitation he took it into his mouth. His blowjob was even worse than his caress, but it didn’t matter, Selemael’s thick rod was already wet with delicious precum, filling what little space was left around her huge dick.
He couldn’t breathe and he didn’t care, even a little. Servicing her was what he lived for. Her ecstatic cries far above him were better than mere oxygen. He sucked and licked and stroked and hoped against hope that she would come in him, pouring her demonic seed down his throat, burning and orgasmic. Instead, Selemael lifted one foot–her leg ended in a glossy black hoof with a bright brass shoe nailed on–put it to his shoulder, and gently but firmly shoved him off onto the ground. He lay there for a moment, coughing and gasping for air again, and wondering if he had somehow displeased her.
“Now,” she said, her voice hard and amused, “it’s time to get me behind you, like you demanded way back.” She giggled, and rolled him onto his stomach with her hoof. He was barely thinking by now, overwhelmed by his lust and his need to feed it to her, but he understood what was being asked of him and lifted his ass in the air. He wanted her to fuck him like that more than he had ever wanted anything, and only the knowledge that she was about to kept him from screaming with desire.
“I’m going to come in you, you lucky little mortal,” purred Selemael softly. “And when I do, your soul is going to blossom like a flower of desire. Every want and need you have ever repressed will be made manifest in your flesh, and you will be like me, a creature of pure lust.” He could feel her cock resting on his tailbone, dripping her hot salty hunger on him. She leaned in close to his ear and stroked his cheek with her nails. “Won’t that be wonderful?”
“Yes,” he begged, and then she was inside him and he came and she came and he came and everything changed.
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dannie stepped out of the gallery, the night air cool on his smouldering skin. His nipples, always hard and aroused, perked up even more. The piercings in them felt ice cold and dannie revelled in the sensation. He was suddenly grateful for the cassock he had entered with, so long ago: not that he didn’t want to show off his hard, slim demonic body, the piercings and fishnets it was accented with, but it was useful to disguise it until he found new prey for glorious and ravenous Selemael. His slender goat-jointed legs and brass-shod hooves were concealed beneath its hem; his sweeping black horns were at least mostly invisible under his hood. Honestly, the only part of dannie’s body that wasn’t well-hidden was his perpetually erect cock, tenting his robe at the front; but even that was manageable, since magnificent and wise Selemael had told him that a cock-sucking pussy-eating fucktoy bottom didn’t need a particularly big dick, like Hers. His shaft was barely larger than it had been as a human’s, and the aphrodisiac precum that drooled perpetually from it boiled off when it hit the dead unlusting cement beneath him. “For the best,” dannie thought, “i don’t want to leave a cum-trail behind me.” he giggled melodically.
Then he set off into the night, his gleaming metal horseshoes ringing softly on the sidewalk. The city was full of lust and hunger. he was sure he would find someone for splendid and conquering Selemael. “i hope She and they fuck me from both ends at once” dannie thought happily, and licked his soft red lips.
Author’s notes: This one is based off of a hentai of more or less the same title and plot, that Jill really enjoyed; I wrote this for her. It’s got a bit more of my likes and Jill’s likes in it, though. See if you can guess which is which!
The painting by Jill’s alter ego is a real piece of art she did (for Devi!) that you can buy prints of if you like. The store does not guarantee that you’ll get a hot demon lady possessing the print, though.