#I GEN NEED GOD M READER X MORTAL CHARACTER RN

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IS IT INNOCENCE? | RAMBLES

a/n: kinda inspired by the incredible manga given to me by a lovely annon. you guys might’ve also noticed my little change in writing (found the “sub character who’s…” repetitive). + heyyy, im back again 😋

warnings: 1366 words, sexual content!! corruption, dubcon, aphrodisiac, incubus!! mating press, rimming, begging(?), mentions of wounds (claw marks and bites), dumbification, overstim, dacryphilia

Sub character who’s a priest, a holistic and faithful individual. To many, he was a beloved and devoted priest, someone whose words carried warmth and whose actions were benevolent. His heart belongs to only one—his God, the one he serves with unwavering devotion. Every prayer he whispers, every act of service he offers, is for the glory of his beloved deity. He gives his whole self—mind, body, and soul—expecting nothing in return but the chance to honor the one he reveres above all else. To him, there is no love purer, no bond stronger, than the one he shares with his God.

However, he’s been hearing this faint voice in his head lately. He doesn’t remember when it started but he regrettably remembers the lingering words of the voice. The voice was… smooth and low, as velvety as the rich taste of velvet cake. At day, it stays silent, offering him peace of mind. But at night? Its whispers seem to grow louder and louder. His ears tingle with every tone carried by the voice, every word making him furrow his eyebrows as if a snake is hissing beside his ear and inside his mind, at the same time. But he doesn’t doubt that this is a trial of his God, that this is a test of strength. To overcome such a challenge would require patience, and yes, he believes he has quite the patience.

During this “trial” for him, sometimes he finds himself looking at someone in the crowd while he does his sermons. He doesn’t understand why but he could only focus on you, you who seemed strangely interesting to him. And at night, in his dreams, the voice who didn’t have a face, seemingly held your face. He felt guilty, you were an innocent child of God. He believes you are nothing but blameless, someone the demon who is tempting him, is using against him. Yet there are moments, fleeting and fragile, where doubt creeps in. What if this strange pull toward you is not temptation but something else entirely? What if the face in his dreams is not a curse but a message? No… you are innocent, he tells himself again and again. Innocent. Innocent. Innocent…? Yet, with every meeting, with every glance in your direction, the lines blur a little more.

It gets even worse as more nights come to be, his dreams far from pure. It was unbefitting for a child of God, disgusting even. Nevertheless, he continued to dream about you, you, you. What makes you special? He puts his face in his hands, trying to forget the lingering memory of your large yet slim fingers—the way your long claws can kill him yet… you don’t. You lightly trail your claws from the bottom of his ear to his jawline before you grab his neck. The hot feeling of your long tongue licking his neck. He felt ashamed whenever you started to speak, that voice that was oh so smooth whispering degrading words he had never heard before.

With every night spent with only you and him, he starts to question his faith. Why is it that you continue to appear in his dreams? Are you… a messenger or a God? He couldn't help but lean to the latter idea. You were powerful, that he knew. It felt as if you knew him inside and out—all the things he’s hidden and all the things he’s given as if you were paying a particularly close eye on him. It felt as if you were… choosing him? No. What was he saying, he must be out of his mind! But he can’t help but think of you. You must find him important enough for you to continue having contact with him.

Sub character who one day had a private confession with you. After one of his sermons, you surprisingly found him in a garden near his church. You kindly asked him if you could confess your sins to him, eyes gleaming with innocence and naivety. He pursed his lips in what seemed like hesitation, he couldn't brush off that expectant face of yours. He believes just as he serves his God, he must be of service to you as well. That’s where you two found yourselves in a private room, having specifically asked for it. He kneeled beside you before the statue of his God yet he couldn't help but steal glances at you. You had the same features, down to the moles. He couldn't help but compare you to the one in his dreams. You were pure while the other was… impure. You were innocent, he shouldn't doubt it—he shouldn't doubt his judgment.

Sub character who finds your lips on his, his wrists being pinned down by your clawed hands. He whimpered beneath you, trembling and bucking up into your tail. That long, sleek tail of yours was wrapped tightly around his leaking member. He didn't known what happened to lead to this. Something smelled sweet, intoxicating even—like it was making his body start begging for something… something that only happening in his dreams. His half-lidded eyes stared into your own eyes, your eyes gleaming with mischief. He noticed your features changed. You were bigger now and there were horns on your head��� horns?! No… He‘s just not thinking straight… you’re innocent! He tries to convince yourself but as you push your long tongue inside his mouth and squeeze your tail around his member, he couldn’t help but think oppositely.

He finds his legs being propped onto your shoulders and have lets out a weak, confused noise before he let out a squeak as you raise him up by his thighs. That’s when he felt your tongue circling his hole. Are you about to— He lets out a loud squeak, feeling your firm, hot tongue push into his walls. You were overstimulating him, his hands tightly gripping the carpet underneath as his member twitches. The tip of his member was dripping a pathetic amount of cum, desperate for another release. Your tongue was long, moving against all the pleasurable spots he didn't know were actually inside him and not only just imaginative. Your tail was still around him, lazily pumping him until he has another quick orgasm.

Sub character whose being pinned down onto the floor, folded in half. Your large dick was throbbing against his own, yours putting his to shame, shamefully excited, I mean. He stared down at it with bated breaths, hearts in his eyes. One of your large hands moved from his thighs to around his neck, your thumb pushing his chin up to look into those sadistic eyes of yours. When your eyes met his, something suddenly (and surprisingly) clicked inside his mushy mind and he started to beg for you. Frantic words filled with desperation and tears. He needed you. He needs to become one with you. He needed you, carnally.

He who finds himself being pounded in a quick, rough way. He could barely think of anything, the only thing he could feel was your large dick pushing into his widened, slick hole. You were reaching deep into him, the various bumps of your member pushing against all the right places in his gummy walls. He couldn't even let out sounds or tears. He was just taking you all the way in and out, like a pathetic fuck toy of yours. Only when that hand of yours squeezes his throat is when he lets out a whiney moan. His hands were holding onto your arm, digging his nails into your skin, clawing at them even. He rolls his eyes behind his skull as he comes again and before he passes out, the statue of his “God” stared back down at him, mockingly.

He finds himself in his room, staring up at the ceiling blankly. He tries to sit up, only to be met with pain, both at his back and in his ass. He flinches, noticing the mirror near his bed, something he didn’t have before. His entire appearance messy, claw marks and bite marks. It was impure… yet it was strangely excited. His breaths becoming heavier as he rubs his thighs together.

Maybe you were actually his God.

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