The Sexorcist Part I [MF]

I set my duffel bag on the floor for a moment next to the reception desk, and gave the receptionist a meaningful look. She swallowed slowly.

“Are you the one we called?”

“Sure thing, doll”. I pulled the chain with my silver cross our from behind my collar, and touched it to my forehead for effect. She still looked skeptical.

“It’s just that… well, you don’t really look the type”.

“You mean I don’t look like the last father the demon sucked dry? We’re in the same field, but our methods differ. I have a more… personal approach”. She still didn’t seem satisfied, but seemed shaken enough to take me at my word. She motioned for me to follow her, and I grabbed my duffel again. She explained the situation as we made our way to the room.

“She checked in almost a week ago, would be a pretty little thing if she hadn’t been a wreck. Invited a whole slew of young men to her room, I figured she just had to work something out of her system. I remember those days… but those poor boys never made their check-out. I opened the door for just a moment, and it was… I don’t want to remember. One look, though, and I knew we needed a priest. But the first one we called for, he never came out either”.

“Poor bugger’s probably a mummy like the rest of them now. No, dealing with the more carnal demons takes a little extra… stamina. Don’t worry yourself none, I’ll have this sorted before you know it. I’ll just need a little privacy. My methods are… unorthodox”.

“I never want to see another thing inside that room”.

“That works out then, doesn’t it? So, is this the room?”

“319, yes”.

“Right. Now, whatever you hear, stay away. If you come in part way through, we could both be killed”. The woman blanched, before scurrying back to the reception desk. The rest of the floor was empty, as was the room below, per my request. I opened the door, and shut it behind me quickly.

The girl was laying on the bed, still as a statue. Her clothes were torn to rags around her and were stained with black ichor. The entire room was covered with a buildup of the stuff, which writhed slightly in the in the light from the hall before I shut the door I could make out almost a dozen piles of bones and ichor, her past victims. She hadn’t fed in several days, and had gone dormant. I had a few minutes to get set up before she would be after me.

I pulled out a powder horn of salt and sprinkled a thin line around the corners of the room, and inscribed a cross onto the door. The black ichor covering the door seemed to shrink away form the cross. I nodded to myself, then heard the rustle of bed coverings behind me. Turning, I saw her sit up, and turn to face me. Her neck cracked as it turned farther than it should, and she let our a quiet purr. Some more ichor and bile flowed out of her open mouth. Showtime.

“Hey there gorgeous”, I said. She slid off the bed and crossed the room to me. She put her hand on my chest, and began to slide it ever farther downward. She leaned to whisper in my ear.

“I need you”. I caught her hand as it tried to snake into my pants, and held her gaze.

“No”. she pouted, and pushed herself against me. I could feel the oily slickness of the ichor soak into my clothes.

“Don’t you want to feel me? I know I need to feel you inside of me, I need you to take me and give everything you have to me”.

“…I make it a policy not to do anything with the possessed. I mean, this poor girl is in no position to give consent. No, If we make this happen, it has to be you. Your form, your body”. The girl scowled for a moment, before her seductive smile crept back onto her face.

She began to smolder, her skin seeming to burn off, revealing graphite grey skin below. Her hair, which had been auburn under the caked grime became a glossy black, with curved horns of the same pushing their way our of her skull. An arrow tipped tail snaked up from behind her, and she gave me a sly smirk.

“Better?” I made a show of appraising her.

“I prefer the red ones if I’m being honest. Not really that turned on”. The scowl returned, this time accompanied by sparks crackling around her. I swear I could hear her teeth grinding together. Her skin shimmered, before becoming a deep scarlet. I nodded my approval.

“Much better. I always believe a woman looks better in red. So, let’s get to it. Your move, luv”. She pressed her body against mine, grinding against me, before squatting in front of me (demons physically can’t kneel, but they still make it work), and undid my belt with her teeth. Talented devil, I’ll give her that. She pulled my cock out, and took the entire length into her throat. I almost immediately felt my strength start to gradually drain away. Now, it was a marathon, to see who could last longer. She took a few pulls before her eyes widened. She pulled herself off of my cock and spat a sizzling wad to the floor beside her.

“What the fuck is that?”

“These balls were blessed by the pope himself, luv. My cum is sanctified. And we both know you’re starving, you can’t stop halfway through. You just have to make sure you drain the last of my strength before I pump you full of the stuff. Shouldn’t be too hard, right?” I took a step towards her, and she stood, giving me a look that could kill.

Without warning, she leapt at me, throwing me to the ground, and sinking my cock into her in the same motion, and began to ride me, forcefully enough to make the lamp in the corner shake. A few drops of the ichor from the ceiling fell with small splats. Her fingernails lengthened to talons, digging into my chest. She began let out a cry, somewhere between a scream, a moan, and a growl.

I reached up, and put my hand around her throat, shutting the cry off. Her eyes flared, and her tail wrapped around my neck, tightening like a noose. Just as my vision was fading, I let go of her throat, and she loosened her hold on mine. She can’t feed on the sexual energy if I’m unconscious. I felt myself go rigid as I began to get close, and my cock began to flex inside of her. She must of felt it, because she immediately, went limp, flopping onto my chest.

Clever girl. She was letting the moment pass so I wouldn’t unload. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest, I was still incredibly turned on, which meant she was still feeding… but I wouldn’t actually cum. The she-devil was edging me! No way in hell would that stand.

I struggled to push her off me, as most of my strength had left by now. She clung to me, but I eventually pried her off, and flipped her onto her stomach, plunging myself into her ass. Nice and tight, this shouldn’t last too long. She let our a howl, an wrapped her tail around my neck again, trying to stop meI could feel her struggles get stronger as more of my strength went into her. I began to tense up again, and she swung blindly at me behind her back with her claws, slashing my shirt and leaving one long scratch across my chest.

As I reached my limit, I grabbed her hips with both hands, and rammed myself home, pumping my cum into the demon she flung me off, sending me crashing into the wall, leaving an appreciable dent it. I stood, shaking the fog out of my head, and saw her try to stand, before falling to the floor again, and curling in on herself. She started to smoke, and her skin burned away slowly revealing human skin beneath. I gently picked her up and laid her onto the bed, and quickly put my cock away. I grabbed my cross, and held it over the bed, chanting in Latin just to make sure the succubus didn’t try any last minute tricks.

After about a minute, all traces of the possession on the girl had burned away. No horns, no ichor, no holy cum, with clean and unscathed clothes. The room, unfortunately, was still a demonic mess, but that would fade with time. Another few seconds, the girl opened her eyes, and sat bolt upright.

‘Wha- what happened? Where am I?”

“Well, you were possessed by a demon. Had been for about a week. You checked into a hotel room”.

“…oh. Did… did I hurt anyone?” my eyes flitted to the dozen or so piles of bones conveniently hidden by the piles of filth in the room.

“The demon possessing you may have hurt a few people, but you didn’t do anything. Nothing that happened was your fault. Now, let’s get you down to the lobby, you’re about four days past your check-out date”.

I escorted her downstairs, and helped her check out. Sh was still al little out of it, so I was going to give her a drive to her family two counties over. I told her to go out to my car, then turned to talk to the receptionist, who had understandably not wanted to speak in front of the girl.

“What about the boys, the other priest?”

“Nothing to be done there, I’m afraid. Their souls have long since departed. The Catholic Church will decide on a cover story. They do it almost twenty thousand times a year, you know”. Her eyes widened a little

“Oh… oh dear… But, what about the room?” I pulled a few gallon bottles of holy water out of my bag.

“Someone will be along for the bones in a few hours, luv. After that, mix this one to one with bleach in a spray bottle, and spray the entire room once a day for a week; it’ll be good as  new. Just don’t stay in there for more than half an hour in one go”. She nodded gravely.

“I will. You know I could hear your exorcism from here. It sounds like whatever it was put up one hell of a fight. You’re a brave man”.

“Not at all. In fact, it’s my pleasure”.

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New story line here, let me know what you think. If y’all don’t hate it, there’ll be at least one more part. Maybe more if I get some ideas. (I’m sure the title has been used before, but I love it.)

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