I am an exorcist who uses unconventional means to get demons out of women. I get the demons to show their true forms, then make love to them, banishing them with my blessed cum. The Vatican knows who to send when there’s a possession that drains the sexual energy form mortals. They send The Sexorcist. They send me.
____________>>>>>
Today’s call was a house call. A young man’s wife had brought a few friends over for dinner about five days ago, and at some point during the night they had disappeared off to the bedroom. When the young man had opened the door with a heavy heart, expecting to find his wife being spitroasted by his two friends, he had instead seen a hellish sight he refuses to describe. So, he naturally called for a priest. Given the demon’s penchant for luring in young men, I took this one, after giving the demon a few days to get desperate with hunger. I walked up the snowy steps, and rapped on the door. The man opened it a crack, looking me over nervously.
“You’re… the priest?” I took out my cross, touched it to my forehead, then tucked it back into my shirt. He nodded slowly, and let me in.
“So, what can you tell me?”
“Well, I said most of it when I called the church. My wife’s name is Cassandra, but she… she would never do anything like what I saw in there…”
“That wasn’t your wife, mate. That was… something else altogether. Now, I’m going to need space and privacy to work. If you barge in halfway through, we could lose your wife, and ourselves too… so whatever you hear, don’t interrupt. I’ve done this dozens times, so if I have space to work with it’ll all work out fine”. He nodded slowly.
“If you’re looking for something to do, you can get a drink ready for your wife. She’ll need it after an ordeal like this”. He nodded again, and told me which room was the bedroom, then went off to the kitchen. I made my way to the bedroom, and looked at the ichor which had seeped under the door. I opened the door, and closed it behind me. The man’s wife was slumped in the former beside two corpses, now reduced to piles of bones. The ichor was thicker than usual, hanging in sticky ropes from the walls and ceiling. I shook my head and began to ward the room. I had just finished the salt circle when I heard her stir. I turned to look at her as she did the usual bile vomit stream, and looked at me.
“Evening, luv. I was just about to light some candles, set the mood”. She stood, and approached me, sniffing at my chest and crotch before standing and looking into my eyes. Cassandra was a real looker, but she wasn’t my target tonight. Besides, as priest, I’m chaste, I can never be with a human woman. Demons are fair game though. She kept looking into my eyes for a moment before speaking.
“There’s something different about you. You’re a priest, aren’t you?”
“Sure thing luv. I’m here to get you out of that poor woman. Now, I know you must be starving, so why don’t you have a little taste of me, then we can talk”.
“You are a strange one, aren’t you? You know what I am, yet you show no fear… when the others realized what I was, they showed fear even as they continued to plunge their flesh into mine”.
“I’ve been around, seen the sights”.
“And you survived the ordeal?”
“I’m pretty resilient. Most of the time they take their fill and then some”. Not a lie, I do always fill them… but she didn’t need to know with what. She nodded.
“We’ll see about that”, she said, then began to disrobe. I put my hand on her shoulder.
“No, luv, I’m not here for this lass. I’m here for you. Your body, your pleasure. Who would I be if I went around fucking every possessed girl I came across?”
“A strange man indeed… but very well. If I’m more than you can handle, we can always go back to our more conventional arrangement”. She took a step back, and her clothing burst into flame. The light blinded me for a moment, but I could make out her skin darkening and changing texture. As the flames died down I got a clear look at her.
“…huh”.
“I said I might be too much for you”.
“No, no… I’m just used to succubi”. I slowly took her in, breath catching slightly in my throat. This was… going to be an interesting one.
She stood stark naked, showing every inch of her now violet skin. There were a few sections that were shiny, and almost shell like. Her glossy black hair had two antennae sticking up from it, and she had six new eyes across her forehead, each one a glinting black orb. She had four pairs of spider’s legs sprouting from her back, which idly felt around the room. And then there was her…well…
“If you don’t mind me asking… what are those, er, leg things down there?”
“Pedipalps. They’re for grabbing onto prey. I’m a demon who feeds on sexual energy, which means my pussy is really just another mouth of sorts”.
“…Right. Ah, fuck it, let’s get this show going luv”.
She leaned back against the bed, and I approached. As I stood in front of her, I felt her legs close around behind me, the small hairs just grazing the back of my neck. I swallowed, and took out my cock. Her “pedipalps” reached out, and guided me into her. She felt incredibly strange, somehow large but still tight. I gelt her pussy start to undulate around me, almost as if she was sucking me off as I started to fuck her. She leaned back, clearly enjoying the feeling, both the physical pleasure and the feeling of my strength flowing into her. After a few seconds, though, she looked at me once again, a disappointed look on her face.
“Really now, why weren’t you honest with me? I can taste your blessing down there, priest. Naughty, naughty”. I stopped thrusting for a moment. Trying to figure our if I could get past her legs to the holy water in my duffel bag.
“Ah, yeah. You got me. What are you going to do now?”
“Well, I still need your strength. I can’t just kill you yet… but I can punish you a little for misleading me”. She smirked, and used her spider legs to throw me against the wall. To my absolute terror, I stuck fast to the wall. Her smirk turned to a grin. She reached around to the small of her back, and pulled out an inky black rope, made of the same sticky ichor around the room. She began to tie me, and soon I was unable to move my arms or legs an inch. She left my head free, and of course my cock. As I helplessly stuck to the wall, she lifted one of her legs and rested the tip on my shoulder. She gradually rested more weight on it until it sank in an inch or so, causing the wound to let out a small spurt of blood as she pulled It out. She leaned in close to my ear.
“Did that feel nice?”
“No, luv. No, I’m afraid this just isn’t doing it for me”. Her eyes flicked down to my raging erection, and she slowly dragged the tip of her leg along it, causing it to jerk. She looked back up at me.
“Your mouth says no, darling, but your body… it says you’re lying”. Jesus fucking Christ.
She put her legs onto the wall, and lifted herself off the ground, until my face was inches from her mouth/pussy thing. It opened slightly, and the two pedipalps reached out, pulling my face into her crotch. For several seconds I tried to do nothing, while she ground my face into her crotch, but soon I started to eat her out. What the hell else was I going to do? It was somewhere between making out and eating her out, which made for a strange situation. She lifted her thighs up and pressed them against my head like a vice for a moment. She dug her nails into my shoulders, and let out a moan.
“I need you to hit me, darling”. I let out a muffled noise from between her legs, and she pulled back slightly.
“What?”, I said.
“Hit me darling. Leave a welt on my ass”.
“What the hell? I don’t exactly have a free arm”. She rolled her normal eyes, and slashed at my right arm with one leg, shearing through the webbing. She pressed herself against my face again, and began to grind her hips. I brought my arm up and gave her ass a half-hearted smack. She drew back, and slammed her crotch into my face, causing my head to hit the wall.
“What was that, asshole? You can’t be that drained already. Hit me like I tied you to a wall and started to face fuck you, you piece of shit priest”. I looked up at her, and figured I could just reach her face from here. I shifted as much as I could in the webbing, and hauled back, slapping her cheek with as much strength as I could muster. She let out a chilling moan, and her thighs spasmed around my head. She was satisfied for the moment, which meant I could try to figure something out. I reached down and found my cock. I could make this work.
I continued to eat her out, feeling my strength continue to ebb, while I tried to work one out as stealthily as possible. As I started getting close, I accidentally bit down on her, which to my surprise elicited another chilling moan of pleasure from her. Unfortunately it also made her look down, and she saw what my arm was doing. She leapt to the floor, which was a poor move on her part. My arm snapped out, and grabbed her by the hair, shoving her face onto my cock as it shot a thick rope of cum down her throat. She tore free form my hand, and backed away, mouth billowing with smoke. I wiped the cum flowing down my shaft onto my hands, and smeared it on the webbing, which started to melt away immediately.
As I fell to the floor, I saw her demonic for begin to smolder, revealing her host. I wiped the residual cum on a towel in my duffel and put myself away. Then I set the woman on the bed as the last of the demonic influence burnt away. I pulled out my cross and began to chant over her, ensuring the demon would leave for good. A minute later, she opened her eyes, exactly as she was before the possession., clothes and all.
“Welcome back, Cassandra. Your husband called me; I’m a priest. You suffered a demonic possession. I’m afraid the demon did some damage while it was in your body, but none of that was your fault. You were the victim too”.
“I… I don’t remember anything after the dinner party. Luke and Roy were over, and then…” She stared to look towards the piles in the corner of the room, and I leaned forward putting my hand on her face to stop her.
“It’s better not to look. None of this was your fault. Let’s get you to the living room, you husband’s been worried sick about you, doll”.
I escorted her to the living room, where her husband was waiting with three glasses. I helped Cassandra into a chair, then sat down across from her husband. He gave a large glass of bourbon to his wife, then offered me a glass.
“Thank you, but none for me, I don’t drink. She can have it”. He turned to his wife who took it with her free hand while she set to work on her first. Poor lass. I turned back to her husband.
“Someone will be along in a few hours to help with the clean up. They’ll take the… ah, leavings, and give you supplies and instructions for cleaning. The Church will also make a plausible cover story for those poor lads”.
“I can’t believe the two of them would ever have done something like this. They were good people”.
“Ah, don’t blame them. Once a demon has your blood up, you’re almost helpless. I’ve known any number of young priests get in too deep on their first few exorcisms. The fact that they managed to make it through the entire meal speaks to their character”.
“Oh, well… I didn’t know. It’s just a damn shame what happened to them.
“It always is. I didn’t catch your name, mate”.
“Jesse Clark, sir, and let me say, I can’t thank you enough for this. I have no idea what I would have done if you hadn’t come to help”.
“Don’t worry yourself none, mate. It’s always my pleasure.
______________>>>>>>
Well, there’s part two. As always feedback is welcome, and I hope you enjoy this one; if you like my stuff, feel free to follow me. There will be at least one more part at some point, so keep a look out.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sk8w1b/the_sexorcist_part_ii_a_sticky_situation_mf_bdsm