Pray and Pray Harder

[Sacrahlicous]

verah couldn't stop herself from ginning, small fangs pressed against the lush lower lip of her mouth as she watched the holy council leave fore the evening. All but one who was on his week of duty. Going around to put out the candles. What a boring job. She thopught as she watched him. Watching him Even bored her as attended to his duties.

A loud sound echoed through out the city as the big clock struck midnight. It was time. Giving a loud ywn, she left down from the rafters above. Her dark heeled boots clicked against the hard marble of the chaple flooring. Wouldn't he be surprised to find a demon within the holy grounds. Though for some reason it didn't effect her.

Raverah was grinning like a fool, how she loved to toy and break holy men. Break their spirit, making them lose faith in their God and often came crawling back to her. Always craving her touch, never saited.

"Well what do we have here."Raverah purred her arms folded beneath her chest that was quite revealed for his eyes to see. Her Golden locks blocknig out her nipples as she watched him. "Don' be afraid My dear, Ive taken special care of other holy men, maybe men holier then you, like the last great pope. Its a shame that his heart could not handle my advances."She siad with a small tilt to her head with a small pout tuggeing ag at her lips as she watched him.

She blocked his only way of escaping.She found it a thrill to see what the men did. The often tried praying, or used there dear crucifix. She wasn't any normal demon, a Succubus by name, many called her the Queen of Lust since it seemed that she was never saited. She always wanted more.She stretched out those large wings of hers.. giving them a flap, showing him that if he managed to run, she could easily catch him.

"Come my Lover whay done you taste what i offer, drink from my lips, feel the never ending pleasure course your very being." She purred, and within a blink she stood before him. A small fangy grin stretched wide on her plump lips.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Brother Zane walked slowly through the cathedral, holding a six inch pole with the curved end and a small peg at the start of the curve. The peg held a wick for lighting candles even at heights, while at the end of the curve was a small cone used to douse the candles. And dousing was his responsibility now. The monthly conference of the Diocese was over. Brother Zane had been fortunate enough to represent the Monastery of Saint Bertrand the Pius this month. At the end of the meeting and prayer, he was chosen by the Bishop to extinguish the scores of candles that lit the large church and close up for the night. The other holy men dispersed in small groups as Brother Zane set about his task.

There were a few rooms beyond the alter to take care of first, and by the time Brother Zane returned to the sanctuary, the rest of the gathering were gone. He began to move around the room, stretching his pole to reach the highest candles first, and then working his way toward the rear door. At least, that had been his plan.

He was stretching to reach a set of high candles behind the altar, when he heard a pair of clicks on the marble floor and whirled about, his head bare and shaved while the rest of his body was covered by the brown thick cloth of his cassock. What he beheld he at first refused to believe, then he immediately recognized. The followers of Saint Bertrand were considered a learned sect of the church. They not only preserved and studied the holy scriptures and many other works by the saints and the popes, but also books of science, mechanics, agriculture, and the heavens. They were a repository of knowledge for the entire region. And they tended to look down on the old superstitions of demons and evil spirits. Oh, the work of the dark one was evident in the world, but not in the blatant form of scaled, fork tailed devils. Or so they believed.

Only now, there was a winged seductress before him, and he knew instantly she must be one of the dark ones. Zane was no cowering flower. He grasped his candle extinguisher like a lance now, holding it thrust out toward the being as if ready to skewer her, or perhaps set fire to her leathery wings. "Tempt me not, Evil One," he said determinedly. "The Lord is my protector. I place my faith in Him, and you can do me no harm."

Already she was tempting him, confounding him with truths that were half-truths, as was the way of the Dark Ones. What did she know of the last Pope, and his mysterious death in his quarters torn into a ruin apparently from his death throes? That scene was a closely guarded church secret. But there were no secrets from the Tempters, scripture had warned him. Still holding his stance of defense, he began to murmur long memorized prayers of protection and divine intervention.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Evil one, who her? Riverah gave a small pout of disapproval as she fold her ars beneath her bare chest. Uncaring that her breasts were exposed for his eyes. She counted on the large milky globes to aid her in her advance. "Ouch, Evil one, now thats not vey nice." She stated as she watched the waving candle smotherer. Had he hoped that that thing would protect him from her. For being a Demon she was an honest one. Why lie when it got them no where, and it surprsied her that others had yet clued in, and were consitantly tarnishing their name.

Classing her as one of the forelore. Releasing a loud sigh she shook her head, as he began to say his prayer to his god. It made her grinn as she watched him just out of reach from that weapon of his. She gave a small bat of her wings. "Say what you will he will not heed you to the extant that you wish. If he cared so much for yours or your brothers protection I would not be standing here in the Monastery of Saint Bertrand , one of the known holiest of churches."She said rather amused by his antics.

Raverah gave another bat of her wings, putting out the majority of the remaining candles. Hiding her form in the shadows. leaving the only light to the lance of his. She gave a small chuckle which still echoed through Sanctuary. "foolish foolish man" I am no ordinary 'evil one'" She toyed, as she flew within the darkness. Her eyes tuned to see through the dark, she was afterall from the underworld. She gently landed behind him. her hands gripping onto him with surprising strength. But not enough to really harm him as she leaned into him.

"Pray Harder, for tonight the fun begins"she said in a delighted purr. Her lips inches from his ear. Her breath warm, and sweet to the smell. He would feel the wet warmth of her tongue trail up the side of his neck, her hand gripping the lance and sent it to the hard flooring, and soon she tore at the robe. Slowly she walked aroun him. "Taste what my kiss promises, "She purred in a seductive purr leaning in to kiss him. A gently but forceful kiss. Her tongue tracng his lips, as she sunk it into his mouth to glide along his tongue in a sweet lustful dance.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

He did his best to ignore her teasing tone and the image of her exposed bosom meant to tempt him from righteousness. God will protect me! he continued to tell himself, supplications to the Almighty flowing in his thoughts as he thrust threateningly at her just out of reach. With a sudden flap of her wings, all candles but the one wick flickering at the end of his stick went out, plunging him into darkness that would take his human eyes to long to adjust to. His was blind. He stepped forward to blindly stab into her darkness, unable to see his target. He heard the flap of wings overhead, then silence as she glided silently to her landing.

Her voice at his ear behind him startled him into attempted action, starting to whirl to attack her, but she gripped his pole and ripped it from his hands, tossing it aside, snuffing out the last remaining light in the santuary, save what little starlight would seep in through the stained mosaic windows. He sensed her walking around him, but was weaponless, defenseless against her. RHe concentrated on repeating silent rosaries, his thoughts interrupted when he felt nails rip through his cassock, shredding it into rags. No matter how he twisted and tried to escape in the darkness, she was always there. A sudden sensation of her lips attacking his, her tongue thrusting slyly into his mouth before he could resist.

But his hands came up to push her away, unknowingly pressing against her breasts to make his shove. "No!" he yelled in defiance. "Thou shalt not tempt me, demon! I am protected by One more powerful than you!" More prayers mumbled from him in a low voice, and he suddenly kneeled into a curl, clutching his bent legs in his arms, his face pressed against his knees, hoping to rally his religion's protection as well as make himself a small ball she could not attack though his defenses.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

She gave a small click of her tongue as he went into a ball on the ground. Showing such defiance against her. So sure that his God would protect him. She in ways pitied him, her show pity on the other hand would not happen. With a small sigh she tapped her heeled foot. "Give it up Love, He's not there, He's busy, leaving you to my disposal. "She purred.

"quite sad to see you so desperately, pray to him, and finding that they fall on deaf ears, but still you dont give up hope. "She cooed, running a clawed finger down the exposed curve of his bald head, she was careful, she wouldn't harm him to much.

"I've broken your last pope, my dear, My touch to much for the old man to handle, died from a heart attack."She whispered so close to his ear. "But even he broke, he succumb so easily :She purred running her tongue along the back of one ear, and gave a small gasping moan, as she pulled him tightly into her.