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"Thank the heavens," an elderly attendant said breathlessly. "We've been sending messengers to your house for weeks."
In the dusky light of the castle, a man stepped through the now-open door. His hair was black as the night and his blue eyes seemed to light his way in like lanterns. Though adorned with a priest's cassock, he was far from lithe or frail. His tall, toned frame seemed to heave with fatigue.
"It was no picnic to get here," the priest said. "From my house it's a considerable distance--even by horseback."
"I apologize greatly, Reverend Gelson, but it's a matter of some importance."
"Show me then," Gelson said tiredly, as royal etiquette sunk in. "If you would."
Gelson followed the hoary gentleman through one winding corridor after another. His head slowly bobbed from exhaustion. He personally hated these "exorcisms" he was called on to perform. Personally, deep down, he did not believe that there were any evil spirits. Not willing to cast aside the collar, however, he had to play along with those who believed in them. Usually they'd jump up and down with fractured "Hallelujah!"s and be happy that they could blame their sins on something else. It was bad enough when the common people did it, but the Royal Family was the worst customer.
Finally the older man stopped. He stopped to pluck at his beard a moment and gave a small warning.
"It's not right in there, Father."
Gelson raised an eyebrow. "Not right?"
The old gentleman sighed. "The prince was such a sweet lad. Now, well..."
"Hatred? Wrathful?" Gelson ventured. He usually expected the two.
"I can't speak such things," the man concluded. "Just be careful."
Gelson nodded uneasily as he entered the room. The attendant quickly closed the door behind him and locked it.
Gelson was expecting to see some sort of horrible display: pentagrams, blood stains, and self-mutilation were usually present. It was typically a method to distract the priest from the sin and force him to focus on the blasphemous false spirit. Gelson had played along with those, but nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see.
Lit by dim candle-light, a naked form lay uncovered on top of the silken bedspread. That's not what was strange. What was strange was that the form was that of the young prince and he was furiously masturbating with both hands, bucking his hips into his hands and completely ignoring Gelson.
The second that the prince had ignored him, Gelson knew that something was not right. He had seen acts of depravity occur while in this "possessed" state, but they always did it to attract as much attention as possible. This was sheer enjoyment coupled with grunts and loud moans.
"Prince Cion," Gelson said genially. "I see you're enjoying yourself, do you need anything?"
As soon as Gelson spoke, Cion slowed down his almost painful rhythm to eventually stopping. He placed his hands behind his head and looked to his stiff cock, which Gelson guessed had to have been close to ten or eleven inches long. Clear fluid leaked out in rivulets all over the hardened shaft.
"You like it?" the prince said in a boyish voice.
Gelson swallowed hard. Immediately he became conflicted. On one hand he was a priest. He could simply chant his prayers until either of them gave up and the entire incident would be at the mercy of the Church's confidentiality.
However, the other option made something stir in Gelson's lap. The truth was that he was always attracted to men and, especially, boys. This fine young prince, no doubt made strong for war with practice, was as strong as he was beautiful. His hazel eyes glittered impishly in the candle-light and his red lips pouted to be kissed. Cion ran his fingers through his short earth-colored hair. It would be so easy to take him right here...right now...
No, thought Gelson. If anyone caught me doing such a thing, I would be easily--
His thoughts were interrupted by the young Prince Cion standing naked in front of him. Red flames danced in his eyes and his mouth was twisted into a wicked smirk. He extended a finger and fondled Gelson's crucifix.
"Mmm," Cion moaned in a much lower voice. "This is going to be so much fun."
Before he had any idea of what the "fun" was going to entail, Gelson was frozen by an unseen force. It paralyzed his movement and his mind screamed to be released. Still grinning madly, Cion clutched Gelson's clothing in a tight fist and tore them off in tattered threads. Gelson's bare chest showed to be quite developed, which Cion seemed to relish. He came closer and teased one of his hardened nipples with his tongue, sucking gently. Gelson, with a mix of horror and pleasure, tried again to move and failed.
"Tsk," Cion said. "It looks like you're not man enough to do what you really want to, so I'll have to take over."
Cion, eyes blazing with fire, clutched the much taller Gelson by the waistband of his pants and effortlessly threw him onto the bed with one hand. Gelson was shocked and suddenly became aware that something more might be involved.
Cion was naked and proud and sat dominantly on Gelson's chest. He quickly began to rub his hard member all over Gelson's developed chest, leaking precum over the priest.
"I need a name to scream," Cion said in a falsely demure fashion. "I'll use your first name: Dero."
Gelson's heart pounded. No one had known his name for years. He had kept his name a secret so that his past might not be uncovered. Now this prince seemed to know something he made sure no one would. This both excited and petrified him, but his erect penis strained to be released.
"All right then, Dero," Cion said, laughing. "I'll have my fun and then you can have yours. After that, we'll bargain.
"Bargain for what?" the befuddled priest asked.
Without answering him, Cion pushed his hard lance into Gelson's mouth. Disregarding Gelson's obvious gagging, he kept thrusting in and out to his own demented rhythm. Eventually, Gelson was deep-throating him and had his nose directly in his neatly-trimmed pubic hair.
"You can do better than that," Cion chided, thrusting into his mouth.
Gelson realized that he would have to continue this sexual act if he was to reach the boy--or whatever was inside of him. He sucked hard on the extended bone in his throat, causing the lusty Cion to writhe in the grips of climax.
"Heh," Cion grunted, quickly pulling out. He jacked hard on his pole and screamed an inhuman wail as a fountain of hot white seed sprayed all over Gelson's face and bare chest. Much more came out than any normal person as liters of the white fluid shot the ceiling and headboard. Gelson was horrified, but could not resist lapping up any in reach of his tongue. The sheer surrealism of the event only made the tent in his pants bigger.
Cion was still writhing in an orgasmic fit as he tugged fiercely on his own equipment. He visibly enjoyed beating his member and tugging on his enlarged sack as the streams of cum eventually slowed to a dribble. Quite exhausted, he flopped down onto the priest's chest and admired his handsome face.
"You know," Cion said, sampling some of his own seed with an outstretched finger, "the boy really loves you."
The words struck daggers into Gelson's heart. He had been here for services before, naturally, but Cion had always been out of sight and well away from all the hustle and bustle. If he had seen him...maybe...
"I desire to free him," Gelson rasped. "In the name of the Father, I order you to leave him!"
Cion simply grinned.
"In nomine patru...."
Cion's tongue ran over Gelson's left cheek.
"Dero," Cion whispered, "I'm not your average demon. I will leave, but only if you do what I ask. Fair enough?"
The weight of the young prince ground painfully against Gelson's erection. Gelson moaned as the silky youth rubbed purposely through his pants.
"All right," Gelson gasped. "What do you want?"
"I want," Cion said grinning, "you to fuck me."
Gelson nodded, but the terms were not exactly as agreed upon. The demon quickly exited Cion, sending the body of the now-freed youth to the floor. Instead of leaping to his rescue, however, Gelson was enthralled by the very tall demon before him.
The demon was not grotesque or discolored. He had fierce eyes and rippled from head to toe with bulging muscles. His long red hair played like flames over his back and chest, where a runic tattoo was. Unsurprisingly, he was extremely well-endowed. He stood, sizing up the situation and fondling his massive balls.
Gelson gulped. The demon's magic had kept him frozen, but he realized that he was now free. He stood up, still clad in only his pants, and looked up at the demon who was much taller than him.
"My name is Balorel," the demon spoke in a sexy, sonorous voice. "Begin. Now."
Gelson, boiling with lust, unbuttoned his too-tight black pants and cast them to the side. While the demon had very little hair on him, Gelson was covered in masculine dark fibers. It gathered thickly around his groin, where a nine-inch erection stood at attention. Balorel seemed pleased.
Gelson had no idea what to do next. He walked up cautiously behind Balorel and began to probe with his hands. He ran his hands up and down Balorel's massive uncut cock, causing Balorel to trill with ecstasy.
"Go!" he screamed. "Now!"
Gelson took it as an opportunity and plunged his pole into Balorel's juicy opening. He moaned with the pleasure of being inside something so warm and alive. It seemed to constantly pull on his rod, which sent faint shivers down Gelson's spine. He easily worked into it until he was at a pounding rhythm. He clutched the firm, muscular ass of the demon and breathed in deep, jagged breaths.
"Humiliate me!" the demon ordered, working at his own lance with measured strokes. "Hurt me!"
Gelson was inflamed by the command and began to pound harshly into Balorel's accepting asshole.
"You fucking whore!" Gelson spat. "You're my cock-loving manwhore and you're going to show me what a little boycunt like you can do!"
The words coursed like venom through the air. The demon seemed genuinely surprised until a hard smack on the ass sent him reeling. Gelson took advantage and shoved Balorel onto his hands and knees. Gelson took advantage of the position and began to resume his thrusting, this time fondling Balorel's thick member. It was a quick breath before stream after stream shot from Balorel's thick cock.. It sprayed over the floor and collected in a puddle.
"You love this, you slut, don't you?" Gelson growled. "Now I'm going to show you what a real man's cum is like."
Gelson pulled out of Balorel's tight hole and walked to the front.
"Please, master," Balorel begged.
"Yeah, you'll get it," Gelson said, rapidly pumping his staff. He let out a gurgle and a primal scream as a burst of thick cream coated Balorel's face, hair, and chest. It flowed down and Balorel licked a little up.
Exhausted from the ordeal, and quite ashamed, Gelson sat on the bed and started to pray for forgiveness. Balorel was genuinely impressed.
"Such passion," the demon said smiling. "We have room for you in our order."
Gelson thought partially about his own faith and the memories of suppression and pain came flooding back. He became aware of the sinful pleasures he enjoyed and knew that he would rather enjoy them than not. His prayers subsided and a deep sigh erupted from his lungs. With a nod, it was done.
Balorel took the unconscious boy and effortlessly lifted him over his shoulder.
"Let's go," he said. "We fly."