Summoning the Devil

 

Trish started hitting the other kids at church, making the other moms furious at Donatella. This happened frequently, but Doppio, a priest, handled things peacefully. Today, Trish punched a kid so hard that the other was bleeding. Donatella took Trish to a room to speak with her in private.

“Father Doppio,” a concerned mother called out, “I understand you’re very gentle and kind towards kids, but Trish is a lost cause. Her mother had her before marriage and is still single. Pfft , I bet she’s the devil’s daughter.”

“Please don’t say that,” he replied. “Donatella is trying her best to raise her.”

“How long do you think Donatella is speaking to Trish? That woman needs to spank her.”

“I don’t see how hitting a child would improve their behavior.”

The woman sighed. “You’ve never had a child, so you wouldn’t understand. Spanking will teach them to behave.”

Doppio didn’t want to argue, so he kept quiet until Donatella came out. She approached the two.

“Sorry for the trouble, Father Doppio,” Donatella said. She looked exhausted. “Could you maybe talk to her?”

“Have you tried spanking her?” the woman questioned. “I used to be a spoiled child until—”

Doppio quickly got into the room. Trish was teary-eyed but had her brows furrowed. He knelt to talk to her. “What’s wrong? Why did you hit Nico?”

“I hit others because I do not believe in your stupid God,” she replied. “And you, priest, will suffer the same fate as the other priest who came before.”

He tilted his head. Was she referring to Father Albini, the man who burned to death outside the church two years ago before Doppio replaced him? Did she see his burnt body? If so, then she must’ve been traumatized. Instead of yelling or hitting Trish, Doppio hugged her, confusing her. “It’ll be alright. Nobody will hurt you. I won’t allow it.”

“You’re a very kind priest, unlike the other. I believe you deserve a reward.”

He stopped hugging her and looked at her wicked smile. “There’s a black book in the basement. Mother hid it in a trunk all those years back.” In her hand was an old rusty key. “Take it. You’ll meet Father. I wanted to see him, but there were too many words I didn’t understand and not enough pictures.”

“Father? Too many words?”

She giggled and left the room. Doppio wanted to ask more questions and followed her. Trish hugged Donatella’s leg. “Mommy, I want to go now.”

The brunette, surprised, looked to Doppio. “I’ve never seen her so happy! Whatever you said, thank you!”

Before the priest could say anything, Donatella and Trish followed the crowd of churchgoers outside. Doppio looked at his watch and noticed how late it was. Since he was alone, he sought to investigate whatever Trish mentioned, heading to the basement.

The church basement was a rare place for Doppio to set foot. The basement felt off, but the kids and their parents came down often, and nothing happened as far as Doppio knew. There, the priest saw an old yet ornate wooden chest. A chill went down his spine as he unlocked it. Once he opened it, a sulfur stench filled his nostrils.

“What is this?” he questioned himself, looking at an old black leather book with a faded sigil of Baphomet on it. “Why is this here? Who put it there?”

Curious, Doppio grabbed the book and skimmed through it. Latin words filled the pages, and the book had some pictures. Trish mentioned she saw some pictures. They were gory and graphic, but she never said anything about the vulgar ones. The images of the succubi and incubi made Doppio blush, slightly arousing him.

“I need to stop! I need to stop!”

He closed the book, but curiosity got the best of him, and he checked more of the pages. An incubus with long hair and a huge cock grabbed his attention, and his name was Diavolo. A few sentences in Latin were under his image, and out of curiosity, Doppio said the words aloud, summoning the demon. It appeared right before his eyes in a cloud of red smoke. Although Doppio couldn’t see much, he knew Diavolo was taller than him.

“Doppio,” Diavolo said. The cloud dissipated, and the priest caught a glimpse of his handsome face. “I’ve been watching you.”

“Y-you have?” His eyes wandered downwards, staring at the demon’s hardened cock. “W-whoa. That’s real? That’s huge! No way this is real! I-I—ah!”

Diavolo grabbed him and pinned him to the wall. “This is what you wanted.” He moved his other hand to his cock, stroking it; the other still pinned Doppio. “You’ve abstained from sex for so long, but I know deep down you desire it. But you’re not like Father Albini, who molested the children in private. You’re different. You’re not like the other hypocritical priests. You’re also the first priest I’ve met interested in both men and women. If you want, I’ll let you summon a succubus.”

“No! Stay back!” he yelled. “Is anyone out there? Help!”

Diavolo stopped stroking and kissed him forcefully to shut him up, bruising Doppio’s lips. He placed his hands on Doppio’s neck. The priest kicked his legs, attempting to get out, but he was weak. The demon's long tongue wiggled inside the priest’s hot mouth. A tear went down Doppio’s cheek, but his cock was hard.

After Diavolo noticed his arousal, the demon’s tongue retreated, and a smile appeared on Diavolo’s face. “See?” The hand on the neck transferred to Doppio’s bulge. “You want this. Let me help you.” He set the priest down and tore off his clothes, even the shirt and pants under his robes, exposing Doppio’s flesh to the cold air.

However, instead of submitting to the demon, Doppio ran out of the basement. He was close to reaching the exit until Diavolo poofed right before him.

He pinned him to the floor. He looked angry. “You fool! Where do you expect to run to? Are you aware I could kill anyone you call to for help?”

“Kill me!” Doppio spat in his face.

Diavolo smiled and licked the spit off with his snake-like tongue. “There are ways to kill someone.” He got off him and held his legs, putting them in the air and spreading them. “But I won’t kill you because you’re in denial.”

“Liar! Never trust a word from a demon! You may try to kill me, but my God will save me before you do.”

“Your God would’ve saved Donatella and the others who have summoned me before, but he didn’t.”

“Donatella? What?”

“She’s one of the few people I spared. I see you’ve met my daughter, Trish.”

“Then that means—ah!”

Diavolo inserted an inch of his cock inside Doppio. “You have a tight ass, tighter than the others.”

“You’ve watched me, right? You know I’ve never had sex before.” Doppio bit his lips, drawing blood as another inch of Diavolo went inside him. Earlier before, he was cold, but now he was getting sweaty. His hands clawed on the wooden floors, trying to grab onto something. “C-could you go slower?”

Diavolo felt Doppio’s legs shaking. “There’s still a lot you need to take in.”

“Please, I can’t.”

Diavolo let go of his legs, letting them plop to the floor. He climbed on top of him, assaulted him with kisses, and then nipped on his hardened nipples, making Doppio moan. His moans echoed in the empty church, causing Doppio to cover his mouth in mortification.

Diavolo chuckled. “Nobody will hear you, priest.”

He gently kissed his cheek, and although it was a kiss, something snapped in the priest, craving more than that. “Deeper. Go deep in me.”

“So you admit you want me?”

“Want you? I need you, Diavolo! I want you deep inside of me!”

He sat Doppio upright and grabbed his cheeks. “You’re not ready.”

“What?” The priest furrowed his brow. “I summoned you so you could fuck me! Isn’t that your purpose?”

He met his response with a sharp slap to the face. “Stupid priest, you cannot control me. I do as I please.” He grabbed Doppio and placed him on the altar, laying him on his back. “Do you still believe in God?”

“After today, I don’t– mmph !”

Diavolo had shoved his cock before Doppio could say anything else. “Breath through your nose.”

Doppio did, and the demon continued thrusting him slowly and gradually at a faster pace. The priest couldn’t do much except let his throat get used like a fleshlight, making him hornier and desperate to get dicked down. He hoped tapping him would tell him he was ready, but Diavolo pinned his arms to the altar.

While Diavolo used him, Doppio looked at the cross from the corner of his eye. Everything about this felt so wrong but so right at the same time. Was God going to punish him? What would happen to the demon? It’s not Doppio’s fault he fell for temptation. What would happen after they fucked. Would it be possible for him to summon Diavolo again? Because Doppio had a lot of things in mind about what he could do to him.

“You’re a drooling mess,” he commented and stopped thrusting. “Are you thinking about what I could do to you?” He chuckled. “I could show you, but I need to loosen you up. Are you ready?” He withdrew his dick, and a trail of saliva followed.

Doppio tossed himself on the altar, lying on his stomach. “Does that mean you’re finally going inside me?”

“Mhm.” Diavolo walked to the other side of the altar, wiped Doppio’s mouth with his finger, and inserted the saliva-covered finger in his hole.

“You’re putting a finger in now?” he whined.

Diavolo smiled as his fingers explored his insides, and Doppio could’ve sworn he heard him giggle. “I just wanted to hear you whine.” He caused him to blush and withdrew his fingers.

“Well, I’m ready—ah!” The demon’s cock was still too big, but at least a few more inches went in. Doppio felt Diavolo move his legs to spread his cheeks wider. It still hurt, and when his cock plowed deeper, Doppio bit his lips, drawing blood. Diavolo went at a slower pace, which he noticed. “Wait, keep that pace going.”

“If you say so, but I’m going deeper.”

A tear fell from Doppio’s eye as he took the throbbing length. His body quaked, and his hands clawed at the altar as Diavolo went faster.

“I love you!” Doppio shouted.

“Say that again. Louder!”

“ I love you! ”

Diavolo paused and forced Doppio to sit at the altar’s edge, hugging him while fucking.

The priest clawed his back. “I love you, and I mean it. I want to summon you again. Please, can we meet?”

“You can always summon me.”

They kissed sloppily, and Doppio’s ass clenched.

Doppio had to withdraw from the kiss. “I’m close! O-oh, fuck!”

He climaxed, and Diavolo soon followed, filling the priest’s ass with his demon seed.

“So warm,” Doppio commented. He checked to see how much of Diavolo’s cum seeped from his asshole and saw it mixed with his blood. “I’m bleeding!”

Diavolo’s finger brushed stands on Doppio’s hair. “Are you alright? I was rough on you, but you seemed to enjoy it.”

Doppio got off the altar. “I’m fine, but what now?”

“As long as we keep this a secret, we can continue this. You know where to find me, my sweet Doppio.” Diavolo gently kissed his lips before disappearing.

The priest put a finger to his mouth, missing him already.