Strong-Impress-3753, Author at NSFW story

Love in the Night

So, fair warning, this one’s kinda fucked up. Not sure where it came from, but enjoy. (If there’s a sub more suited to this sort of thing, please let me know)
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She came every night. The one constant in this world. Everything else might be caught in the whirlwind of politics, violence, depravity… but not her. Shewas a broken creature. In that way we might have been the same. Maybe.

I had been a widower for ten years when I first saw her. Laying awake in my cold and empty bed, looking out the window, waiting. I couldn’t say for what. Maybe just for it to end. Lisa had meant everything to me… I just didn’t know what to do without her. Ten years in a haze.

We planted the tree outside our window on our wedding day. A few months after she passed, it finally grew tall enough for me to see it from our second floor window. It swayed in the night, and I would watch it when I couldn’t sleep. It almost seemed to wave, like a piece of her was there with it, telling me she was happy. Telling me to be happy. But I didn’t know how. Then I saw her. Read more »

[MM] The Sexorcist part IV: You Never Know Until You Try…

Sorry for the delay, my life has been busy of late.

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.

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This was another hotel job. There’s something about demonic possession and hotels that just go together. The Vatican did some studies on it back in the fifties, but never figured it out. Today’s target didn’t have as high a body count as some of the others, only three that we knew of, but we still needed to head it off as soon as possible. I walked up to the receptionist’s desk, and gave my most charming smile.

“’Morning, doll. I’m here about room 211”.

“So, you’re the, ah, specialist?”

“Sure thing”.

She set the key on the desk with a shudder.

“All yours. I’m never going into that room again”. Read more »

The Sexorcist Part III: The Tables Have Turned

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.

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I looked at the old plantation house, Spanish moss hanging off it like tattered clothing. I took out my notepad and consulted the information the Vatican had sent. Skimming it, I shook my head. Damn fools. This place had been home to a cult, who had nurtured some unknown demon or eldritch abomination for a number of years. It had apparently turned on them, and they wanted it gone. But when the Vatican tried to contact them for more information, they received no answer.

As soon as I stepped foot inside, I could tell the rot had set in deep. Even in the entry hall, there was a generous coating of ichor, with tendrils snaking off deeper into the house. After tracing a thin line of salt across the entryway, I began to make my way deeper into the house. On the first floor alone, I saw almost a dozen bodies, male and female. This one must not have a clear preference. All were thoroughly drained, and they were each melted and deformed, as if they had been partially digested as well. Read more »

The Sexorcist Part II: A sticky situation [MF] [BDSM]

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.

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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. Read more »

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”. Read more »

Bar Scene (M/F) [Public] [Anal]

The woman at the bar was all I could think about the entire time I was there. I don’t know if it was the black hair or the low cut red dress, or the fact that I knew I could have no chance with you, but I had tried dropping hints all night. You didn’t even seem to realize I was there.
As the night went on, I sat at the stool next to you, with your friend on your other side, and you finally turned your head towards me… then ordered a drink from the bartender over my shoulder. In a last ditch effort, I said “I’ll have what she’s having”. That’s when you finally seemed to notice me.
“Look, I’m having a really good time here, if you want to fuck me, just do it. Here”. You lifted one leg, hiking up your dress, and giving a clear picture of the nothing you were wearing underneath. A few people turned to look, but quickly looked away.
“I-I-I don’t even have a condom on me, I-“ I stammered, suddenly so far out of my depth. you stopped me.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do, just get on with it”. you turned back to your friend and started talking again.
I looked around again, and saw people trying very hard not to look. Well, this is probably my only shot at this, so… I undid my pants as subtly as possible, and took my dick out. Not the longest, but it was rock hard by now. I put my hands around your hips, and slowly slid my dick into you. If you noticed, you didn’t let on. you didn’t even miss a beat in the conversation. I began to thrust, but the heat of the moment got to me and I didn’t last thirty seconds. I felt myself tense up as I came inside you, and I pulled out, only to see my cum ooze out of your pussy onto your dress. Now people were not trying to hide their stares. “one minute”, you said to your friend, and turned back to me.
“That’s it? I tell you that you can fuck me and you can’t last a minute?”
“I- that- everyone was watching- that never happens, I swear, I…”
“Right, I’m sure it doesn’t. How about another chance, huh?” you stood, and leaned over the bar, pulling your dress up so your ass was accessible. Without looking back, you turned back to your friend, and picked up where you left off.
I tried to ignore the stares as I grabbed your hips and guide myself into your ass. You’re tight as hell, and I take a second to get into a rhythm, but eventually I’m just starting to feel confident about this insane situation. And you can tell.
As I continue to rail you from behind, you flag down the bartender and ask him to mix you a drink. Right in front of you. His eyed drift up from yours to mine, and my rhythm falters for a minute, but I manage to keep my cool. But the guy keeps looking. His eyes go from my eyes to your bouncing ass stuffed full of my meat, then back again. He fucked up the drink, too, put kalua in a martini.
The five minutes it took me to cum this time was the same amount of time it took that jackass to make that fucked up martini. I tensed up again, and involuntarily rammed myself as far into your ass as possible, filling a second hole with another substantial, albeit smaller load. I pulled out and collapsed onto the barstool, temporarily to drained to do anything but watch as your dripping hole slowly closed again.
Once your hole had closed, trapping my cum in your colon, you pulled your dress down again and sat down to talk to your friend as though none of this had even happened. Read more »