#preistbur x reader

[sardonic-the-writer]

Priestbur w/ demon reader. Wax kink. Please?

The church was an extravagant place

A stony white building with many beautiful stained glass windows adorning the pampered walls. Pillars dotted with marble patterns showed off the old wealth that helped to build the structure

Hoards of people would come and go from the wooden doors, some looking for salvation while others craved forgiveness

But you were not one of them

Perhaps what drew you in was the way the church carried the community. How fun it would be to destroy an entire village just by taking away the rock they stood on

Perhaps it was the promise of going to bed at night knowing you had damned so many souls just by slithering your way into the stream of life they fed on and poisoning it

Or perhaps it was the innocent priest who read passages and hyms from that godforsaken leather book, lips forming the holy text while you lurked in the shadows cunningly

He was a handsome fellow. Perhaps in his early twentys. Chestnut hair with coffee colored eyes and plump lips adorned his smooth voice, making for a delightful thing to look at

You could smell the purity coming off him. Clean of sin and wrongdoings

He was no virgin you could tell, only a fool would choose abstinence while looking the way he did, but you sensed he was careful

It was such a perfect offer. So perfect in fact that you could hardly wait to swoop him up in your clawed fingers, tainting his body with delicious sin

Posing as a new churchgoer was easy, if not disgusting for you. But it was worth it when you and him were the only people left inside the wooden pews

Thick silence enveloped the walls as if the church itself knew what was coming while you slowly stalked closer to your target

"Preist Wilbur?" You had approached him with big eyes, just barely keeping your true form in. If you had your tail right now it would be curling around his leg and snaking upwards slowly, watching as he slowly turned red at the contact

But Wilbur, of course, simply looked down at you with caring eyes, adjusting his glasses smartly and setting the Bible down

"Yes dear?"

"I was wondering if I could show you something sir."

"And what is that."

"How it feels to sin."

The rest of the evening was spent slowly corrupting his perfect body. Showing Wilbur how it felt to live and revel in the clutches of your hands

Candles from surrounding tables were dripped onto flesh, the pleasured screams only amplified as the air filled with sweat and sex

By the time you had ruined him and his mind, you left the once faithful preist with a sly smile, slinking away into the shadow

"I'll be back Wilbur. All you have to do is ask."

The community was confused when at the next sermon all Wilbur could do was stare at the spot you had disappeared with wild eyes