LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
“Cleansed? No, little father. You summoned me to be ‘filled’. And I intend to obey your deepest prayer.”
The incubus leaned over him, chest pressing to Damien’s back, heat radiating like a furnace. One clawed hand slid up under the open cassock, pinching a nipple hard enough to make Damien arch. The other wrapped around the base of Damien’s leaking cock, stroking once, slowly, letting the priest feel every ridge of those demonic fingers.
Then the possession began.
It started as heat, liquid fire pouring into Damien’s spine from the point where the demon’s cockhead kissed his hole. Not penetration yet. Just pressure. A slow, inexorable burn that spread upward, through his guts, into his lungs