LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
Father Damien’s cock twitched beneath his cassock already half-hard from the anticipation, now swelling painfully against the wool.
The temperature dropped sharply. His breath fogged.
Then the circle filled with shadow.
It coalesced slowly: first a suggestion of broad shoulders, then long legs, then the gleam of obsidian skin that drank the candlelight rather than reflected it. Horns, two elegant black curves emerged from a mane of midnight hair. Eyes opened last: molten amber, slit pupils dilating as they fixed on the kneeling priest.
The incubus stood naked, unashamed, body sculpted like classical marble but wrong in every proportion. Muscles rippled under smooth skin. Clawed hands flexed.