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“Ouch! That must hurt, don’t you think, Father?”

 “What the hell?    What the hell are you doing here?! Who the hell are you, and how the hell did you get into my room?”

 The priest exclaimed, upset and panting, on his knees in front of his bed. 
He stared at the figure of a man sitting on his chest of drawers.
 The man was slightly shorter than him, thin, wearing a white three-piece suit and hat. He carried an elegant cane with an apple on the handle. He looked elegant and had a powerful voice. How had they discovered him? 
But above all, who was that guy? How did he manage to get past the lock on his room?

Alastor had taken great care to keep his nocturnal activities a secret during the last seven years of his priesthood, especially in that rather large community where there were two other priests in the place beside him.
 He didn't usually have that desire often, but a couple of times a month, when he was very upset or overwhelmed by not being able to pursue his favorite hobby and by the sanctimonious people of the place, he gave himself the whim of letting his instincts take over and releasing his tension.

 "Oh please, calm down. I've been very close to you for years.
 I've even helped you before, Alastor. Or would you prefer I call you 'Cannibal of Orleans'?"

 Alastor paled at that moment, hearing the shrill laughter of the man in front of him.
 His knees trembled, and he felt a chill run down his spine. 
That man not only knew his name, he knew the nickname people had given him in New Orleans

“How… how did you help me?! I… I’ve never seen you before!”

 Alastor protested, his chest growing tight. 

“Oh dear, I know you perfectly well. More than 40 corpses in your pocket since you were 20, starting with your father, obviously, after he murdered your mother. 
I didn’t like the idiot either. I hope at least he tasted good, although I doubt it. He seemed old and musty,”

 the man in front of him said, giving him a knowing smile. 

“Did you think your long, unsuspecting journey would be worth it without a little help? Think twice, Al.
 How do you think you managed to escape and get in here after the supposed “threat note” arrived at your house? You were the famous radio host Alastor Bechet, who gave the latest news about his own crimes!” 

He let out a wry laugh at Alastor's incredulous look.

 "While you delighted the entire community with joyful jazz pieces."

The note, that note he had taken to the authorities pretending that the famous cannibal killer had left it on the doorstep of his house along with the bloody tongue recently torn off from one of his last victims, was the perfect alibi. 
They had been on the case for years and were finally on his tail. He had to flee.
 His plan worked and he hid with some priests in a neighboring state, who prepared him for 3 years to be able to take the habit. It was perfect... until today.

 “Come on, darling, don't tell me you're getting shy. Continue.”

 “What makes you think I want to continue this after such an intrusion?” 

“Oh, Al, remember who's exposed in front of me, naked, pleasuring themselves. Do you want to continue? I know because I can see that after all this, you're still very hard?” 

Alastor panted, sweating, his breath coming in short gasps. Damn, his excitement stung his back, thigh, and part of his buttocks, The stinging gave him small pangs of pleasure he couldn't ignore, reflected in his hard, throbbing cock. 

“Shit.” 

“How poetic, you really are very interesting, I wanted to come see you and it was really worth it” 

Said the man, jumping to his feet and appearing right next to him as he took off his jacket and hat, leaving them on a chair next to his apple cane.
 Alastor froze, trying to assimilate what he had just seen, he… helped him, he knows who he is…

 “You … you are…” 

“Wow, I thought it would take you longer to guess, apart from being sexy and hot, intelligent, it was worth keeping you alive and a virgin until now, yes, Alastor, I am Lucifer, a pleasure… it really is” 

Lucifer mentioned, smiling, showing those sharp, white teeth, He was beautiful, Alastor had never seen anyone with that beauty. His hair was blonde like the sun, pink circles on his cheeks, skin as white and smooth as marble statues, his gaze intense and penetrating, his smile captivating and threatening, pristine, majestic. He was… captivated. 

“Wait… did you say, virgin? What does my chastity have to do with all this?”

Alastor’s cheeks flushed slightly at the mention of it.

 “Don’t make me doubt your intelligence now, dear. Yes, virgin, I’ve come to claim a favor. You owe me a lot, by the way, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.”

 The devil smiled Machiavellianly as he licked his lips.

 “Don’t you want… don’t you want my soul?” 

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he sighed with slight annoyance, Everyone wanted to trade their souls, unaware that he already possessed them.

 “Alastor, your soul has belonged to me for years, long before you started killing. No, it has a better destiny at my side when you die, and I can’t wait to have it.” 

Lucifer spoke as he took off his bow tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves to his elbows, revealing that he wasn’t wearing gloves.
 His hands were as black as coal, fading into the snowy skin of his forearms, almost reaching his elbows.

“So… we’re at foreplay, aren’t we?”
 Lucifer smiled lustfully. 
“How clever, hiding your sinful, lascivious, and burning desires just for you, for me, and… for my father.” 

“Your… father? I think… I don’t think I understand.”

 “My father, he’s just a damn pervert. He likes to watch his toys and do nothing for them. Yes, he watches you, he watches us, I hope he enjoys it, no more than we do, obviously.”

 The man felt a blush run from his chest to his ears. He doesn’t remember when he stood up, maybe the moment Lucifer appeared at his side. He doesn’t remember.

 “You are beautiful, so tall, sculpted, slender, and firm… you are… a work of art, with all these marks and scars, all of them made with pleasure, just for my delight.”

 The Devil spoke as he walked around the priest, caressing the man’s soft, marked brown skin.

 “What do you want me to do?”

 Alastor gasped, he could barely articulate a word, but Lucifer’s touch burned his skin, not because the Demon was hot to the touch, quite the opposite, his hands were cold, it was the way the light caresses grazed his skin that turned him on, his breathing became short, his skin prickled and his penis oozed pre-seminal fluid.

“I want to play with you for a while, before moving on to the main course. We know you’re not doing this out of faith, you don’t have faith, it’s just for carnal pleasure, twisted carnal pleasure…
 you’re quite skilled, if I may praise you,”

 commented the Demon, touching the priest’s pearly chest, squeezing the tender flesh of the nipple, making him moan and become a little distracted by the delicious sensations.

 “You whip hard enough to leave marks and the sensation for weeks and just a light trace of blood, but not so hard as to completely open the flesh and stain your clothes with a friendly pat from one of your companions…
 on the other hand… 
that cilice stuck to the flesh of your thigh, it looks delicious, no one would suspect, no one has to touch your leg, you can make yourself bleed without anyone knowing, but,”

 the demon brought his hand to the straps so agile and imperceptible.

“allow me to adjust it again.”

 “Adjust? You… what? …”

 Stunned and before he could articulate a word, Lucifer gave a tug, tightly tightening the straps so that the metal device embedded the spikes again in his delicate skin, making him bleed, an action that made the priest double over in pain, hissing and screaming… in pure pleasure.

“Ah… Ah! ..~ Mmh, how delicate you are, sir, they’ll hear us.”

“No one’s listening to us. Do you think I’m stupid? I want to hear you beg for me.”

 He swatted at the cilice on the man’s leg, staining his hand with blood, which he brought to his mouth to savor.

 “Virgin blood is delicious,” 

he mentioned, licking his fingers clean. 

“We have a lot in common.”

 “LUCIFER! NGH!” 

Alastor moaned as he felt a couple more pats on his lacerated leg.

 “Look at you, I haven’t even started and you’re already screaming my name, good boy”

 the Devil said sensually into the man’s ear while licking the dark-haired man’s long, delicious neck, which lay almost bent in half while his penis oozed, trembling with pleasure. 

“Do you want to raise the stakes? I can open that delicious flesh on your back,”

 Lucifer commented, leaning on the sinner’s injured back, caressing and squeezing the already sensitive flesh with desire, breathing and licking it.

 “I will glorify and adore every part of your bruised body, my sweet, chaste and ‘holy’ sinner. No one will notice. I will take care of everything in the end.” 

Alastor couldn’t take it anymore; he needed this desperately.

“Yes… Yes! Do it, Lucifer, make me feel it, I need it!” 

“So be it, my precious pet.” 

With a snap of his fingers, the whip of soft leather cords transformed into a tougher, thinner leather, three longer, thinner, and firmer strips.

 “Just one more thing, don’t touch yourself, you’ll cum without any touch,” 

He mentioned as he stroked the red, dripping tip of his cock with the whip handle, licking the seed stain left on it. 

“Now, on your knees and hold on, darling, because I won’t stop until I see that cock explode with pleasure.”

 Alastor tried to remove the sharp metal from his leg to get more comfortable. Besides, the adrenaline rush that removing it would give him would be perfect right now.

“NO! Don’t take it off, not yet. You look incredible. It’s like you’re wearing the finest lingerie on your skin, just for me,”

 the Devil ordered in a double, guttural voice. He said nothing; he couldn’t. He just obeyed, kneeling in front of the bed, breathing deeply.
 He received the first lash, his flesh instantly splitting in some places. Alastor’s scream would have been enough to alert the entire community, if only they could hear it, but it ended in a moan that would have shamed the nearby prostitutes. He would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t enjoyed it so much.
 Lucifer lashed the man several more times, praise pouring from his mouth, praising how perfect he was, while he watched the man writhe pleasurably, saying he had a place in hell for him, assuring him how he couldn’t wait to have him as his personal whore.

Ten lashes in total, before pausing to approach that torn back, with the viscous and precious liquid oozing from the wounds on his back and buttocks, Lucifer touched and caressed the wounds, tears pricked Alastor’s eyes, the pain and pleasure began to overwhelm him, Lucifer licked the wounds on his back tasting the blood and moaning, they don’t know who it was that made him taller but both were lost in their own pleasure.
 Lucifer looked up to the sky with his lips and chin covered in blood and with a huge tent between his legs, while he raised his stained hand pointing to the sky. 

“Do you like what you see father? I bet you do, do you love seeing that your “flock” is led by someone who belongs to me and gives himself over to pleasure for me? Yes, keep watching, because we’re just getting started”

 He approached Alastor’s ear to ask, purring in a sensual voice.

 “Do you want me to continue?”

“How thoughtful of you to ask,”

 Alastor gasped, holding tightly to the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. 

“What? Do you think I’m a monster? No, darling. I gave people free will. Consent and choice are part of that. Now, do you want me to stop, or do I keep abusing your flesh until you cum with my name on your lips?”

 “Yes! Continue, I… I’m close.”

 Lucifer breathed heavily and, with a hoarse, guttural voice, responded. 

“I love your pleasure…”

 A couple more lashes opened the flesh, lacerating it even further. Between rivulets and ribbons of blood, Alastor was at his limit, feeling a heat and pressure growing in his abdomen. 

“OH MY GOD!... LUCIFER!”

 “Yes, darling, cum for me!” 

In one last lash Alastor screamed, as his inevitable orgasm coursed through him, Deliciously, Lucifer immediately released the whip, knelt behind the taller man, touching and admiring the red-tinged skin, as the dark-haired man was pierced by aftershocks of pleasure, Lucifer collected Alastor’s seed from his dripping penis and brought it to his mouth with his bloody hand and licked it desperately.

“You couldn’t be more perfect, good boy, you’re delicious, pet.”

 Alastor panted, barely breathing, a pitiful moan his only response. Lucifer snapped his fingers, and his clothes vanished into red and gold smoke, moving closer to the brunette he whispered in his ear before lifting him up. 

“Are you ready for me,sweetness?”

 Alastor nodded only, the state of ecstasy coming down from his own post-orgasm haze made things easier, he climbed onto the bed with Lucifer’s help, and put him on all fours, letting him relax a little at the sensations of the burning touch on his wounds.

 “Now I’m going to prepare you. You’re a feast I’ll have the pleasure of taking just for myself.”

 Preparing a virgin boy to deflower him was always a delight, although this wasn’t just any virgin. No, this was a virgin who was already his, He wasn’t pure, He had similar tastes to him and sadistically enjoyed a good hunt. 
Oh yes, he would enjoy it more than he could have imagined.

                           __________

The demon had his face buried between Alastor’s cheeks as he massaged the soft flesh of his buttocks and thighs, tasting and savoring the flavor of chastity with his viperous tongue.
 Covered in blood and fluids, he inserted that skillful tongue until it reached the man’s sweet spot, who cried out in pleasure at the new wave of sensations. 
He slapped one of the wounded cheeks and caressed it afterwards, while touching that delicious area with his tongue, drawing out lascivious moans and blasphemous praises to God. Alastor moaned as he felt Lucifer’s tongue abandon his entrance and cried out even louder when a finger took its place, making small circular movements and rubbing in and out.

 “Ah! Lucifer, keep going! Oh Father! Don’t stop, DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!”

 Alastor protested, more desperate than he meant to sound.

 “I’m not going to do it, especially if you keep singing like that, my beautiful siren. Your song is pure poison running through my veins, rich ecstasy in my guts…” 

“ Lucifer!”

 “Yes?”

 “You talk too much!”

“Oh, and I thought I couldn’t get any more aroused, challenging the devil, sweetness? Mmm…. Delicious.”

 He continued inserting another finger, scissoring it, preparing it, until a third joined them, stimulating it and opening it wide for what was to come.
 After a long and tortuous preparation, the angel pressed the soft, lacerated flesh of his back, drawing more blood, He spread the viscous substance over his new lover’s abused anus without skimping on the quantity,He took even more to spread on his well-proportioned cock, pumping a few times before aligning the blunt tip of his penis with the lubricated entrance, open for him. 
Lucifer barely pushed, allowing the tip of his penis to enter, and said… 

“Rejoice, full of grace, the Lord is with you.” 

And immediately, slowly inserting it halfway, he heard Alastor moan, panting and struggling to articulate a word. He paused until the priest could speak.

 “Behold, the servant of the Lord; be it unto me according to your word.”

Finishing the word, he smiled and bit his lips until they bled. Lucifer smiled with extreme lust at the sight of him like that. There was fire in his eyes, his sclera had turned a bright red. He then unfurled his horns, piercing the pristine skin of his forehead, red as blood, as a flame came to life between them. His now exposed tail wrapped around Alastor’s waist to hold him firmly, while Alastor watched him with half his face against the bed with the same fire and passion, drooling and panting. In his outburst, Lucifer buried the rest of his big, thick cock into his lover’s anus, until his pelvis collided with his bloody buttocks while he moaned and Alastor screamed at how tight he was during his complete deflowering.

 “Aahhh! – AMEN!”

 Lucifer shouted with a laugh, looking up at the sky, stabilizing himself, stopping completely, allowing Alastor to adjust to his size.

 “Ah! Shit, Lucifer, p… please!”

Lucifer silenced him with a slap so hard it burned his skin, as he pulled out almost to the tip for a powerful thrust while he heard him moan and scream.

 “Oh, Father God! Al, you’re so tight, perfect for me. My cock is sucked into every inch of your body, squeezing it, as if you wouldn’t let it out.” 

Alastor panted, sinking into pleasure, while the lascivious, sticky sound of blood lubricating the enormous penis and its cavity flooded the room.
 The sounds of lust echoed in the room, their bodies writhing on top of each other, the smell of sex and iron filled the place, and the devil would make sure it stayed that way for a good while.
Lucifer thrust brutally while Alastor writhed in pleasure, barely uttering a word, as the demon dug his claws into the man’s hips.

 “AH! AH! MORE… MORE… FUCK! I… GOD!” 

“I’m the one fucking you, pet!”

 Lucifer spoke in a raspy, hoarse voice as he stopped his movements.

 “I WANT YOU TO BLASPHEME HIS NAME, BUT IT WILL BE MY NAME YOU SING WHEN YOU CUM!”

 He leaned over the priest’s back as he resumed the punishing rhythm, licking and sucking the precious lifeblood from the wounds on his back.

 “Please… I’m… So… Close!”

Lucifer smiled and bit one of the wounds, splashing and staining his face even more. It was in that position that he strongly grazed his sweet spot.

 “AAHHH! YES… YES THERE, OH FATHER! LUCI… LUCIFER!” 

“CUM FOR ME, AH! SO PERFECT, OH SERVANT OF GOD, YOU SQUEEZE ME SO DELICIOUSLY!” 

A couple more thrusts were enough for Alastor to cum hard with a deafening scream.
 The cacophony of the man’s screams of pleasure and the way he squeezed the cavity in his orgasm made the demon reach his limit. 

“CHRIST! AAHH YOU’RE GOING TO RIP IT OUT OF ME… YES! OOHH!”

Lucifer came inside him, filling him to the brim. The warm sensation of his seed coursing through him made Alastor moan again, floating between the pain in his body and the purest, most delicious pleasure. 
Agitated, Lucifer saw the sky smiling maliciously as he licked his lips. He carefully pulled out of his partner’s anus, watching as his seed dripped out along with the blood of the “Holy Sinner,” which made the Devil’s mouth water.

 “Nothing to waste, that’s a sin, isn’t it, Father?”

 He looked up at a crucifix at the head of the bed, smiling as he bent down, licking his divine lover’s abused hole without taking his eyes off him. 

“Keep watching, son of a bitch, enjoy it.”

 And he buried his face in Al’s ass again. 

“Ah, Lucifer… What the hell are you doing? Oh fuck!” 

Lucifer pulled his mouth away from him. 

“I cleanse, I take communion, body and blood, we have not yet finished my little divinity”

Finishing his bite, Lucifer turned Alastor over so he was lying face up on the pillows, his back stinging, adrenaline invading him as he watched the Demon crawl, almost sitting on his face.
 There, at that moment, he realized the second gender of his bedmate. And God, he got even more excited. Maybe he should have been scared, but the aroma was delicious. Seeing how shiny it was from the fluids of his orgasm made him drool. 

“Praise me as you praise the Lord, with that beautiful mouth of yours, like in your radio job, like when they give you communion.”

 Alastor didn’t think twice and took Lucifer by the hips, pulling him down to literally sit on his face, sucking and licking the warm juices emanating from the pussy of the incarnate temptation.
 He did what he could with his lack of experience, while giving in to the other taking the rhythm, occasionally rubbing himself against his face. 
Lucifer took the headboard while moving deliciously on that incredible tongue that penetrated him to the extent of his human capacity. 
He smiled, seeing the crucified man in front of him, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, rubbing and moaning like a whore in heat.

“Yes, Father, like that! … Oh, your mouth… Oh! Christ… It’s… Paradise!”

 He continued riding while Alastor desperately licked every drop of fluids, he only followed his instincts, occasionally sucking on his partner’s delicate, plush, golden button. He took a breath and sank his tongue as deep as he could, letting her clitoris rub against his nose.
 He could feel how close he was as her movements began to become erratic and her moans louder. Lucifer screamed and writhed in pleasure.
 He stuck out his long tongue, giving a deep lick to the image in front of him before reaching his climax, while Alastor took the base of his tail to squeeze it and give it a gentle but firm tug. 

“Aahhh! ALASTOR! I’m… cumming… I’M CUMMING!”

 The orgasm that swept over him was delicious. His cock shot pearly ribbons over the headboard, bouncing in the aftershocks of pleasure as Alastor drank in the delicious ambrosia emanating from the Devil’s interior.
 It was more delicious and sweet than anything he’d ever tasted in his life; it was intoxicating.
 The man’s cock was already throbbing from how swollen and hard it was, dripping obscenely.

                       + + + + + 

Alastor didn’t know what had been the best part of the night: the spanking, the burning sensation of the sheets, the taste of Lucifer, or the fact that he was about to cum for the third time while the demon had been riding his cock frantically for a few moments, as if trying to milk his soul. 

“You have… You have so much energy… oh! Mmmh!... I… I won’t last long… I’m… ah, close!” 

“Fill me, sweet pet, I want to feel it, you’re so good!”

Lucifer gasped and moaned, barely able to continue after giving the order as his orgasm ripped through him, squeezing Alastor’s cock so hard that Alastor screamed, he straightened up to hold on to the demon’s body as the sheets stuck to his skin peeled back making his back burn even more and just before the priest reached his climax Lucifer ripped the metal spikes from Alastor’s leg who let himself fall onto the bed with a piercing scream as pleasure ripped through him holding Lucifer by his hips so tight that small trickles of golden blood flowed from the demon’s skin as he raised his own arching his back against his legs in a perfect arc, his toes curling as his body tensed beneath him spilling his seed inside his night lover making him cry out in painful ecstasy, while the creature watched as a delicious bulge formed even more prominent on his flat abdomen, making Lucifer’s eyes rolled back in his head as he fell exhausted onto the dark-haired man’s warm chest.

                  +++++++++++++

Both of them lay peacefully in the priest’s stained and bloody bed. The man was about to fall into a deep sleep, or become unconscious from blood loss or exhaustion.

 “Let me help you.” 

Lucifer snapped his fingers, and everything was spotless. He even tucked them both under the sheet,  Alastor’s wounds disappeared, and all traces of having fornicated with the devil vanished, a sorrow in Alastor’s mind.

 “Here, drink my blood. It will help you.” 

He offered his wrist, which had a cut he had made with one of his claws. He took it and drank a little.

 “Good boy. You’ll feel better in a few moments.” 

Alastor sleepily asked.

 “Why are you helping me? Wouldn’t it be better to let me die like this?” 

“I’m not that bad, besides, I had a lot of fun tonight, you owe me a lot like I told you, I plan to keep visiting you.”

“It’s normal that I feel so good with you here. It’s a strange, warm feeling, it… It feels very good.”

 “Oh boy, do you… like me?” 

“What if I say yes?” 

“HA! That would be fantastic because… I’m not here just for your career. By the way, yes, I love your style. It’s delicious… Well, you’re cute, and I like that fire in you.”

 Alastor blushed. 

“Like I said, your place is by my side. Would you be my… mmm… concubine? I’ve never had one, but I want one now.” 

“Concubine? Isn’t that a whore? Like you said? And why all the importance of this chastity thing?”

“You break the spell of the moment, my dear,” 

Lucifer commented, snuggling up to him, smiling. 

“I couldn’t wait to take you, and to be honest, it was more delicious to come and make you mine, being a servant of God. He’s taken so much from me that I thought about taking away your virtue. While your faith may be false, your virtue serving the church is more ‘valuable,’ like a sacrifice, symbolically speaking. You’re mine anyway. If you want to be something more, it’s no longer my decision. I don’t know how far your ambition will go in the afterlife. I’d love to see how far you can go.”

 “Can I be… something more? …..mmmh. Fine, will you come for me?” 

“I just told you I’ll come see you often, Al.”

“When I die.”

 “Oh, mmmh, you’ll have the honor of having Lucifer himself come and collect his lady.” 

“Ha… ha, how nice.” 

“Take it or leave it.” 

Lucifer smiled, seeing Alastor’s blushing face, who only gave him a smile. 

“FUCK YOU,”

 he said, turning his face away so he wouldn’t see his smile.

 “Mmm, I don’t know what turns me on more, your foolishness or your smile.”

 “What do you mean?”

Turning to look at Lucifer’s face, he had propped himself up on his elbows, his tail exposed and swishing playfully, and his prominent erection making an appearance.

 “The night is young… FATHER.”

 “Now are we in the mood?” 

He commented, arching an eyebrow. 
Lucifer smiled again, looking at Alastor with desire.
 He raised his head, winking at the sky with his malicious smile.

 “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…”