Father Michael conducted his sermon in the same manner that he always had. His congregation had come and gone, and in that time he'd done an excellent job in maintaining the friendly and welcoming atmosphere that he had spent the past decade cultivating.
There had been hymns, psalms, and anecdotes. A joke or two was thrown in for good measure. He relished being able to provide a service to this community — the community that he was revered in; held in high esteem for his pastoral leadership and guidance. To say that he was charming could be considered a wicked understatement: the man was large and experienced and jovial in disposition towards any and all who passed through the church's double doors. He always went the extra mile to generate smiles. As a shepherd of the faith, he did his utmost to keep his flock from running astray. It couldn't be overstated just how good and honest a man Father Michael was.
As was his due diligence, tonight was the night that any and all were welcome to visit the confessionals, and lay bare their sins to God and Man. Father Michael openly encouraged such visitations, for he believed it was better to sin and confess than to never sin at all. His God was a kind and loving God who cherished His creations, fault and all. Thus, as one of God's holy staves, Father Michael was ever vigilant for anyone who might want to more closely align themselves with good faith.
"...and a good night to you as well, my son," spoke Father Michael. Just then, the other confessional door opened, and another lost sinner was put back on the righteous path. He couldn't deny it: he loved his job. Every day was a new adventure. Another one spared the wrath of the unholy fires of hell. It was a tough job, but someone in this town had to do it.
Was that everyone? He thought to himself. I don't recall seeing anyone else. Perhaps it's time to close up and rest?
Ah, but alas, not so fast! Right when Father Michael stood up from his seat in the confessional booth, he heard approaching footsteps. He sat back down, fluffing out his robes, and he smiled in the dim light of the chamber he was sequestered in.
"Good evening, my child of God," he announced, just as the confessional door opened and closed and someone sat down in the other room. "Have you come to confess your sins?"
The voice that responded to him was different. Much more different than any voice he had ever heard before. It sounded like the voice of a young woman, soft and beckoning and alluring and surprising to him. Certainly not a soul from his own congregation. A visitor, then?
"Yes," she had told him, "I've come to confess. I've been a bad, bad girl."
Father Michael cleared his throat, and he responded to the woman in the other booth. "It's quite alright, my dear. As creations of God imbued with free will, it is only natural that we would give in to our desires on occasion. This does not make us lesser in any sense. But it does mean that we must do penance and sin as infrequently as we can." He paused. "Are you a member of my church?"
"Me?" The voice that responded sounded almost amused. "Oh no no, I don't go to church. It's actually a miracle that I'm standing in here without bursting into flames, you know."
Father Michael couldn't help but smirk. "I understand. Thank you kindly for giving this place a chance. I know it's not easy to try such things for the first time. This is a testament to how strong you are, and how open-minded you can be. These are good, positive virtues to have, my dear. You've taken the first step, and the first step is always the most difficult."
"If you say so," the woman responded. Father Michael could hear her softly sigh, and the bench creaked as the woman must have adjusted her sitting position.
He couldn't see her, of course. These confessionals were designed to be anonymous. Each one had a grate along the wall to carry speech, sin, and prayer. They also had a waist-high slit that could be opened and closed at one's discretion, if somebody wanted a more face-to-face praying session whilst on their knees. Father Michael's slit door was closed, and he could only imagine what the woman in the other booth looked like. If she wasn't someone from his clergy, he couldn't even hazard an educated guess.
"You called yourself bad," Father Michael pressed, "I cannot help but wonder what you mean. What sins have you committed, my dear?"
"Oh boy, where do I even start?" The woman sighed again. "Should I start today?"
"You may start wherever you wish," Father Michael assuaged. "Speak your mind and I will listen. God, too, will listen to you."
"Alright. Well then…" The woman cleared her throat.
Father Michael leaned in with interest, ready to accept whatever it was that the woman would tell him. And then she said:
"I was gangbanged on the way over here."
The words had hardly registered in Father Michael's head. He was immediately confused, even if he knew exactly what the woman was talking about. "What?"
"Yeah," she continued, "I walked here myself. There was an alleyway. A few bums were begging for money. I told them I didn't carry cash, but I had another way I could lift their spirits."
And then she laughed. It was more like a giggle, but she had actually laughed after the words left her lips. Father Michael was stunned silent. He didn't know if this was some kind of crass joke or otherwise — but he had to assume otherwise. It was his job to take all confessions seriously, for the soul was a fickle and furtive thing. People could, and would, do anything. Like gangbang in the middle of the day before visiting a church, for example.
He cleared his throat, and then swallowed hard. "My dear… do you mean to tell me that your sin is the sin of lust?"
"Oh, absolutely." The woman snickered. "I'm the Demon of Lust, Father."
"You're no demon," Father Michael denied outright, "you oughtn't to call yourself such a thing. You're much stronger than any demon, my child. You have the power to—"
"Hey, I wasn't finished!" The woman's voice grew in volume now, and the confessional booth rumbled, which shocked Father Michael. "I let all of them cum inside me."
The words hit Father Michael like a truck. "E-er…"
"Yeah, I know, right? I'm such a stupid slut. I could get pregnant," the woman mused, "or maybe they were carrying some kind of disease or something like that. I don't know. But I also don't care," she laughed. "They needed a good fuck, and I was happy to let 'em have it. Better than a few bucks, I should say." The woman sighed happily like she was recalling a fond memory. As if this didn't just happen, if what she said was true to life.
"M-my dear," Father Michael stammered, "there is hope for you yet. If your sin is lust, then you need only—"
Once again, he's cut off by the woman's voice. "The first guy, I don't know his name — I didn't know any of their names, obviously — he had the most to give. He actually fucked me twice. Once with his buddies, and then I gave him one of my special goodbye kisses. He pumped it all down my throat. I drooled all over it. Maybe burped a little," she added with a flirtatious chuckle. "The second guy was practically in love with my ass. Wouldn't stop fingering it, wouldn't stop licking it… then he made me take it in the ass. I had to put my hands on the alleyway dumpster to hold myself up! The last guy, though… you could tell he hadn't had any pussy in a long time. He spread me open," said the woman, panting softly, "and then he spat on his cock and shoved it deep inside me. He creampied me, pulling my hair while he stuffed me up. If I didn't get naked first, he probably would have torn up my clothes. What a little animal he was."
Father Michael was speechless. He was at a loss for words. In all his years as a priest, he'd never heard such vulgarity. Worse still, the woman was apparently not finished.
"I left them in the alleyway. Cocks wet and smiles big. Got my clothes back on and just skipped over here. That was… what, ten minutes ago?" She sighed longingly. "I can't wait to see them again. Maybe I'll go back after this little visit."
"M-mother of God!" Father Michael stammered, and his face burned a bright red as the woman laughed in the other confessional. "My dear, it's unsafe to behave that way! You'll taint your body, you'll taint your soul, and you'll—"
"My soul?" The woman scoffed. "I have no soul, Michael. I'm the Lustful Demon. I'm beyond salvation."
"You are not a demon," he assured her, vainly, "simply because you've exercised lust and avarice. Everyone is worth saving — each and every single human being."
"You think I'm a human being?"
The question gave Father Michael pause. It felt as though all of the air had been sucked out of both confessional booths. For a reason he couldn't quite place, a chill ran up his spine.
"I will do my utmost to save your soul. That I promise you," said Michael.
"...open the slit," she told him.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Open. The. Slit," said the woman. She punctuated each word with a stomp of her foot, and by now Father Michael was getting a little worried for himself. Against his better judgment, he opened the slit door and sat back, giving the opening in the wall a curious stare.
And then…
Suddenly, something pushed through the hole in the wall, just through the slit door that Father Michael had opened. It was long and thin and slightly curled. It looked like black rope. In the dim light of the confessional booth, Father Michael sat stunned.
"Erm… what in the world is this?" Father Michael reached out to grab it, and just when his fingers squeezed the end of that mysterious thing, that's when the woman yelped.
"That's my tail," she announced.
Father Michael's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. He shrieked and immediately slammed the slit door closed, practically crushing the demon tail caught between both chambers, and the woman screamed from the sudden jolt of pain.
That was all the motivation that Father Michael needed. He threw open his confessional door and bolted for the front door of the church, only to stop as something thin and taut had wrapped around his ankle, nearly tripping him.
He turned, and what he saw shook him to his core. This was no human woman. The person who had just left the confessional booth beside his looked devilish in demeanor: she scowled in a manner most frightening, and the thin black rope truly was no rope at all. It was an honest-to-Devil tail, protruding from the base of her spine — the end of which wrapped tightly around his leg and prevented him from outright escape.
The demon had soft pink skin and snow-white hair, and she wore a pitch-black suit jacket over a carmine sweater — the same color as her blood-red eyes and stockings. All in all, this was a strange and foreign sight to Father Michael.
He'd been told that some demons came to Earth appearing like sinful temptations… seductresses, on a quest to make the righteous man stray from the path of God. If that were true — and it certainly appeared to be — then Father Michael was being tested at this very moment. But was it a test from God, or Satan themself?
"You hurt my tail," the demon told him, smiling wickedly, "that wasn't very kind and loving of you, Father…"
"Oh my God!" The priest shook with fear, putting up his hands to defend himself. "Please, spare my life, demon!"
"Are you going to run?"
"N-no!"
"Are you lying?" She smiled. "Lying is a sin."
"I…" He gulped. "I will not run. But please… please do not hurt me, demon. I am not yet ready… to go to heaven." He lowered his arms to his sides, trembling nervously. "My mission in this world is still incomplete!"
"Oh, give me a break…"
To Father Michael's surprise, the demon loosened her tail from around his ankle, and he took a wary step back in fright. Through shuddering eyes, he could see that her own were… different. She came closer, and he saw that her pupils were in the shape of hearts. She pushed her pointer fingers together meekly, appearing almost demure in spite of her makeup.
"Really now… there's nothing to be afraid of, Father," she told him, giving the human a friendly smile. "I'm Modeus. It's a meet to pleasure you! I mean, um, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Modeus…" The man cleared his throat, trying to hold onto every last bit of resolve that he had. "I am called Father Michael. This is my church; my holy temple of God. I am in service to Him," he told her, "and as an emissary of God, I must say: you are not welcome in this holy place!"
"Aww, really now?" Modeus smirked. She walked right up to Father Michael, who took slow and nervous steps away from the embodiment of temptation. "Have I been a bad girl? Are you going to punish me, Daddy Mike?"
"That's Father Michael! And I will do no such thing! God will smite you and cast you back into the bowels of the earth!"
Modeus yawned. "Yeah, well, let me know when He gets around to it, okay? I know he's a busy guy these days."
Father Michael reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle of holy water, which he then brandished directly in front of Modeus. "Get back! I am not afraid to use this!"
"Ooh! Fearless humans are just my type," taunted Modeus, and she gave a dastardly little smile. "Let me give you some advice, human: there is nothing you can do to hurt me."
Father Michael gulped. "Why are you here? How can you enter a place like this unharmed?!"
"Aww, Daddy Mike… churches are perfect for demons like me," she revealed, and as she spoke, she began plucking off her suit buttons one by one. "This is as much a house of sin as it is a house of worship. I came here to confess, and that's the truth. I can't leave until I confess everything I've done… and who knows? Maybe The Big Man will let me check out his heavenly clubhouse."
"Th-that's…" Father Michael chewed nervously on his lower lip. Still, Modeus continued.
"We're all a little naughty, aren't we? You, humans, are sometimes worse than us demons… but not you, am I right? You're a good man, Father… but every good man can be ruined. Made unrighteous…~"
"I… I cannot be broken," stammered the priest, "I walk the path of the shepherd… God guides my hand!"
Just then, the priest flung the vial of holy water at Modeus, and the bottle shattered against one of her demonic horns. In a moment, she was showered in that blessed water and began to sizzle and steam, shrieking once again as if in apparent pain.
"AAAH!" The Lust Demon screamed. "IT BURNS, IT BURNS!"
Father Michael was petrified. He stood shaking as the demon's clothes began to melt away, leaving only her skin singed and laid bare to him. All at once, his mind was bombarded with all manner of unwholesome imagery. Things he hadn't thought about since he was a teenager — every filthy idea, every horrible notion…
It was a mental and sensory assault, and it was only made worse once the wicked demon started giggling in light of her clothes melting away. She stood proudly before him, winking playfully as those red hearts remained trapped in orbit around her powder-white locks.
"It burns so good!" The demon Modeus snickered playfully as her breasts fell free, and Father Michael remained frozen with fear as the Demon of Lust began to saunter over to him, her hips swaying to and fro and her tail wagging from side to side.
"Alright then," Modeus told him, "now it's my turn~"
It happened so quickly that Father Michael blinked, and suddenly he was back in the confessional booth. This time, however, things were different. They were shameful, reprehensible, dangerous, and sinful!
The Lustful Demon had trapped herself in here with him, and she'd sealed the door with a giggle of mischief and mirth.
"Well, well, well… seems like you've got nowhere to go, and nowhere to run now, Father," Modeus taunted, leaning in closer to give the priest an eyeful of her bountiful chest. Even in the dim light of the confessional booth, Father Michael couldn't deny that this was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in all his life — even if the woman herself was not human.
"H-Hail Mary, full of g-grace," he stammered, trying in vain to pray himself out of this situation. "God, save me…!"
"You want to chant His name?" Modeus fell to her knees, already working to get the priest's pants off of him. "I'll make you chant all night long, Father."
"Demon of Lust…" Father Michael gulped. "Is this a test from God? Have you been sent to challenge my faith?!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" Modeus' fingers moved deftly to undo the man's pants and pull them down to his ankles. "Let's see what Mama Modeus is going to be working with tonight—"
THWACK!
Modeus recoiled as Father Michael's freed cock smacks her squarely in the face, sending her tumbling backward and almost out of the confessional booth. After a lull of bewilderment, Modeus came scrambling back up to the flustered priest, her eyes alight with the lust that so keenly represented her.
"Holy fuck!" Modeus exclaimed, much to the priest's chagrin.
"Don't blaspheme," he mumbled, refusing to look her in the eye.
"Wow, Daddy Mike!" Modeus giggled as she leaned in and wrapped both hands around the priest's massive cock, "I knew you were excited, but to think you were hiding this from me!"
The priest shuddered. As soon as Modeus touched his holy scepter with her sinful hands, he went rigid. He was already leaking precum from the tip of his dick, which trailed down the side of his shaft in a manner that made Modeus' mouth water.
"My precious virginity is at stake," he whispered with a gulp, "God, I accept your test… Should I succeed in this, I will come out much stronger in resolve…!"
"Oh you're going to come alright," teased the demon. Her pink tongue slithered out of her mouth, tendril-like as her tail, yet flatter. Michael watched with rapt attention as Modeus slid her tongue over his cock, gliding it up and down the length of his shaft and feeling him twitch and shiver against her warm and wet mouth.
"A-Ahhh…!" Michael tensed up. "Nnghh! Foul d-demon…!"
"Ahh?" Modeus smiled lewdly as she kept her tongue pressed up against the tip of the priest's cock. "I bet you—"
"H-HERE IT COMES…!"
Modeus gasped with surprise as the priest reached his orgasm — far quicker than she had initially anticipated. They'd only just gotten things started, and she was already being showered in the man's vitality: Father Michael trembled as he spurt and spurt and spurt, blasting a viscous and sticky load of cum against the Lustful Demon's face and his own priestly robes. He'd splashed against her tongue and cheeks, and a few shots even landed in her hair, blending in nicely with her snow-white locks!
"AAH~!" The human shook in his seat, his face cherry-red from anxiousness and embarrassment. He'd never been treated like this before, that much was true, though Modeus was still expecting the man to last at least ten seconds.
"...Wow." The Lustful Demon blinked with surprise, kneeling stock still like a stunned fox. She licked her lips and scooped the cum from her own cheeks, popping her fingers into her mouth to clean them of the man's pearlescent residue. "Bit of a quick shot, huh, Father?"
"I…" He panted, still blushing and feeling completely out of his element. "Is it over? Have I passed God's t-test…?"
"Over? You think I'm going to be satisfied just with that?" Modeus grinned darkly. "I'm not leaving until I build up that stamina of yours… it's going to take more than 10 seconds to make me happy! And you do wanna make me happy, don't you, Father?"
He said nothing. He only sat there, resigned to his fate, still thinking of how he ended up in this situation and how he could get it to happen more often. There was a big crack in the stone wall of his resolve. It wouldn't be long now, Modeus thought, before that dam was destroyed. Before she made another human crumble beneath her, lost to the lust that so often engrossed the human beings of this world — for God's creatures were pliable and pitiful things.
ONE HOUR LATER…
The polished wooden bench of the confessional booth creaked and groaned beneath Modeus' rhythmic bouncing, and if that gentle thump of their hips served as the percussion to their lovemaking, then the demon's moans and sighs of pleasure were the melodies they helped to create. The priest tried valiantly up until his second or third climax — then all pretense flew out the window. He could rationalize it in any manner that he wanted: the fact of the matter was that he was having sex. In a confessional. In his church!
He couldn't hold back his own moans as he squeezed Modeus' ass cheeks, lifting her and dropping her on his lap, penetrating her with the vim and vigor that he didn't even know he had. All the while, Modeus' tongue waggled and drooled all over his saintly robes, further ruining them from all the fluids they'd spilled together in the cramped chamber.
"Yes!" Modeus groaned aloud. "Yes, Daddy, yes!"
"D-do not call me that…!" Michael grit his teeth with furious embarrassment, unable to stop his own hips from thrusting up and down. He no longer knew if he was passing or failing any sort of test. The only thing he knew for certain was that he'd never felt so much pleasure in his entire life. "Y-you ruined… my virginity," he growled.
"Good," Modeus rasped, holding the priest's cheeks between her sweaty palms. "Now really let me have it. Push me back," she moaned, "punish me!"
"Filthy demon! How dare you lead me from the path?!"
He thrust harder now, making the demon of lust bounce on his lap in a frenzy. He plundered her pussy over and over again, grunting with lust and loathing as he did his best to put her in her place. Reaching down, Michael kneaded the demon's spongey, supple ass. He could feel the flesh give beneath his fingertips, and it made him feel… strong. Powerful. He couldn't remember the last time he felt quite so powerful. He was sinking into that pleasure. Sinking into that sin; getting steeped in it…
"Fuck! Yes!" Modeus moaned aloud, reaching out to steady herself by planting her palms against either side of the rocking, creaking confessional. "Fuck me up, Daddy! Make me see heaven!" She continued to drool as she was taken like this, her hot and wet pussy welcoming him each and every time he pumped inside of her. She clenched around him, the sounds of their tryst echoing off the wooden walls of the enclosed booth.
"Not again," the priest moaned, his thrusts becoming haphazard, "n-not again…!"
"Gonna cum for me? Yessss!" Modeus groaned again, tipping the priest's chin up with the spaded tip of her tail. "Pump me nice and full, Daddy Mike~! Creampie me~!"
The priest groaned weakly, once again pumping the demoness full with his hot and gooey seed, feeling himself grow paradoxically stronger and weaker as he unloaded himself inside of her warm, wet, and welcoming entrance. Once again, he'd defiled himself, and the woman on his lap. Once again, he'd gone against his saintly vows… and felt another crack run along the dam of his volition. He cursed under his breath as his cock twitched inside of her, spurting a healthy load of spunk and painting the woman's vaginal walls white with his essence.
Michael fell back against the confessional bench, trying to catch his breath. He panted hard, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing, only to whimper as Modeus continued riding him. She'd done something to him — he just knew it — that caused him to remain hard even after climax. This was the third… or maybe fourth… time that he'd done something so heinous, so unholy. He was still rigid down there; he was cursed with a newfound libido and maybe, just maybe, this demon could remove that curse from him. She had to!
"I haven't cum just yet, you know," whispered Modeus, before flicking her devilish tongue against the man's ear. "Do you give up? Ready to go to hell~?"
The priest scowled. "I refuse…! I won't lose here, not like this…!"
Modeus shrieked as the priest suddenly hefted her up and slammed her against the confessional door, pressing her back to the creaky wooden partition so that he could easier take control of her, and penetrate her to his sinful heart's content.
"AAH! YES~! OH, YES~!" Modeus shrieked from the euphoria as she was taken like this, and she wrapped her legs around the priest's midsection while he pummeled her pussy with relentless, heated thrusts. He growled as he hammered away at her cunt, causing the door of the confessional to shake and groan in protest with every push and pull of their hips.
"M-miserable, wretched d-demon!" The priest was in overdrive now; he leaned in and bit Modeus over the neck, causing the demon to gasp in surprise and quiver in the man's forceful, beastly embrace. She needed more of him; she wrapped her upper extremities around him as well, lacing her arms over his neck to claw at his back, and that only made the priest thrust more vigorously. As if his life depended on it!
He cursed against her ear, and Modeus panted desperately while she ground up against him, as best she could in the position she was in. "Hah! Now you're getting into the swing of things," she purred for him, "Daddyyy~!"
Modeus squealed as she came around his cock, shaking and writhing in the man's tight embrace. He never stopped thrusting even as she reached her climax, clenching and unclenching around his manhood like she was trying to milk him for every last drop that he had. The priest noticed how much easier it had become to slide in and out of her heavenly pussy, and he quickened his pace to really put the demoness in her place.
She cried aloud from the pleasure and the roughness that the priest was putting her through, and then she melted in his arms as he filled her ears with his masculine groans; he came alongside the lustful demon, his thrusts becoming haphazard and slowing slightly as he pumped her full once more, with a hot and heavy load just for her.
By now, Modeus was dripping their love all over the floor of the confessional booth — it spilled out of her snatch and stained the ground beneath their feet, though the real trouble would be the overpowering stench of their lust that was trapped in their hot box of pleasure. The smell of sweat and cum clung to the four walls surrounding them, as well as their own bodies intertwined.
After an ecstatic lull between both lovers, Michael pulled himself out of Modeus' well-fucked cunt, and he dropped the lustful demon onto the bench behind him, plopping her onto her sweaty bare ass. Modeus trembled softly as she sat there, panting heavily in some attempt to catch her breath. The tiny hearts that floated around her head seemed to swirl and zoom with apparent elation.
"Phew… that was… just what I needed…" Modeus sighed with immense relief, her eyes closed and her smile wide. "Way to go, Daddy Mike. You really exceeded my—huh?"
Modeus felt something bump against her mouth, and she opened her eyes to see Father Michael looming over her with his arms crossed. There was an evil glare in the man's eye, and his massive cock pulsated right in front of the demoness' heart-shaped pupils.
"F-Father Michael?" Modeus' smile turned anxious, and sweat continued to drip from her chin. "Are you okay?"
The Lustful Demon squealed with delight as the priest reached out and grabbed her by the horn, yanking her down to orally service his wet and messy member. As Modeus wrapped her lips around the man's thick dick, she briefly wondered with a lecherous twinkle in her eye, if she'd just created a monster.
THE NEXT DAY…
"...the confessionals are closed at this time," Father Michael announced, smiling sympathetically at his inquiring churchgoers. "They will be reopened once the… mess has been taken care of. But you ought to not worry." He raised his forefinger with a smile that had charmed so many others before. "The new sister of our church is working diligently to ensure we resume operations. Isn't that right, dearest Sister Modie?"
Stepping into the hallway of the church, Sister Modie, who dressed in a pitch-black habit to conceal her true nature, smiled happily at the curious and lively congregation.
"Yes of course Da—"
Modeus cleared her throat, and she straightened out her nun outfit.
"I mean… yes Father…~"
