Elijah couldn't believe he had gotten caught up in such a mess, really. A demon in his church, staring up at him, hunger in its eyes. Of course, such a holy man should avoid giving into such temptations... Right? Who was he to kid himself. These carnal relations had been going on for months now, and he had no real plans to stop. He chuckled watching the excitement flash in the other's eyes as he stepped closer, kneeling down ever so slightly and titling the demonic being's head up ever so slightly.
"What was it you wanted from me again, Cy?" He asked the being, so much more powerful than him, even on such hallowed ground, yet he knew deep inside him what was bound to happen.
"Do I have to ask?" The demon's voice was quiet, almost as if embarrassed. Elijah felt butterflies in his stomach at the reaction, as if this was the first time they ever had such an interaction.
"Well how else would I know what you're asking of me, dear?"
"I... I always want the same thing." His voice became noticeably whiny, as if a child not getting what they want.
"Just be a good boy and say it."
A whine, followed by the sound of a tail thumping against the rug atop hardwood. "I want you," he finally muttered.
"I don't think I heard that, Cyril."
A sharper whine as Cyril pulled his head away from Elijah's hand, nuzzling the bottom part of his face into the other's crotch. Elijah had to admit, such a reaction was rather intoxicating, but still, he couldn't just let Cyril disobey, gently moving the other's head again, grabbing his horns to tease him, which got another whine as the demon adjusted how he sat, clearly enjoying the touch.
"You have to use your words, Cyril, you know this," Elijah purred, giving him a smirk.
"You're evil!" Cyril pouted.
"Oh, that's such a compliment coming from you."
He rolled his eyes before fidgeting with the chains on the shorts he was wearing. Elijah had to admit, he enjoyed the clothes Cyril opted to wear quite a bit. They barely covered anything, showing off his muscles quite proudly, and with the obvious tent in the other's pants he looked like a snack just waiting to be eaten.
"Please let me-" Cyril's voice slowly trailed off, getting quieter as the sentence progressed until he was almost silent.
"Speak up, Cyril," he purred, his foot providing gentle pressure against the other's bulge, making him whimper and twitch.
"Mm- Daddy-!" Cyril whined before his jaw was grabbed, his mouth forced open, Elijah's thumb on his tongue.
"It's Father, to you," Elijah stated firmly before spitting in Cyril's mouth and pushing the other back into the rug. "Try again."
The thumping of Cyril's tail once again sounded in the room as he wiped saliva from the corner of his lips.
"Oh, Father, please, please let me suck your dick," he finally caved whimpering almost pathetically as he looked up at the other.
"Good boy, for that you get a reward," Elijah praised before undoing his belt buckle and slowly taking off his belt. "Hands," he said, as if commanding a dog to give him his paw.
Cyril watched eagerly as Elijah fashioned the belt into a loop, holding up his hands as if in prayer before Elijah slipped the belt over his wrists and tightened it, turning the article of clothing into makeshift handcuffs. He then looked up at Elijah, the echoes in the room of his tail wagging now louder than before.
"And my treat?"
"Patience, Cy." He chuckled softly watching Cyril fidget around impatiently, whining as Elijah took his sweet time undoing his pants and letting them fall before slowly pulling down his boxers.
Cyril looked as if he was about to drool over the sight in front of him before Elijah grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close to his own erection, sat eagerly waiting for Cyril.
"Now hurry up and suck, since you want to be such an impatient little whore," he growled, which got Cyril even more riled up, eagerly doing as he was instructed.
He carefully wrapped his lips around the tip, licking it before sliding the full length in his mouth at an almost torturous rate, his tongue slowly sliding along it, before Elijah growled and pushed the remainder down Cyril's throat, making him gag slightly.
"I told you to hurry," he growled, "Do I have to do everything my own damn self?" He didn't really give Cyril time to answer before he took him by the horns and begun thrusting his hips into the other's mouth, biting his lip as he heard the soft sounds of pain and protest from the other. He couldn't help but enjoy how the other still didn't really put up a fight as his mouth was used for nothing but pleasure by Elijah, eventually pulling out as he came, cum decorating Cyril's flushed face as saliva connected his mouth the Elijah's still hard cock, drool dribbling onto the ground below.
Cyril harshly swallowed as he caught his breath, giggling softly. "Did you enjoy my mouth, Father?" He purred, looking up at Elijah.
"I enjoy every part of you," he responded calmly before his index and middle finger looped into the metal ring on Cyril's choker. "Was there anything else you wanted from me today, dear?"
Cyril couldn't help but feel even more eager at the prospect of what was to come. He slowly positioned himself so he was sat up on his knees, his handcuffed hands latching onto Elijah's shirt.
"Please fuck me, Father. Oh, please," he whimpered, a slight smirk on his lips.
"Oh so now you want to tell me what you want," Elijah chuckled. "Well, I'm always willing to reward good behavior." And with that, Cyril was dragged to his feet by only the collar he wore, squeaking slightly as he was pulled to a table before being bent over it, his cheek against the thin fabric covering the lacquered wood.
"So how gentle do you want me to be?" Elijah purred into Cyril's ear, a hand gently running along his thighs, the other holding the other down.
"However gentle you want to be," Cyril said, a moan escaping as he felt Elijah's lips against his neck, a quick nibble here and there, a harsh bite making his back arch in pleasure.
"You know you shouldn't give me such luxuries, Cyril," Elijah teased, pawing at the other's erection still constrained behind his shorts, getting a whimper from the other.
"Mm- But you make it feel so good no matter what," Cyril said, his breath hitching feeling Elijah's hand unbutton his shorts, pulling them away.
"You're so cute when you say things like that," Elijah laughed before smacking Cyril's ass, getting a moan from him. "So you want me to make you feel good, dear?"
He smirked hearing the eager hums from Cyril, his tail wagging and almost hitting him.
"God, you look so cute like this," Elijah purred before placing two of his fingers against Cyril's bottom lip. "Suck."
Cyril quickly did as commanded, licking the other's fingers and sucking on them before they were pulled from his mouth, leaving him whining, of course that quickly stopped as he felt the slicked fingers slowly slide into him, making his back arch slightly.
"Good boy," Elijah purred quietly, "Such a good boy." He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of Cyril, gently pressing against his prostate and making Cyril moan, crying out Elijah's name. He laughed softly as he slowly pulled his fingers out, kissing Cyril's cheek. "You ready, dear?" He asked, as if taunting the other, prodding his member against Cyril's hole.
"Yes, Father," Cyril managed to get out, gripping onto the table as he felt Elijah quickly thrust into him, giving him no time to adjust to his size, a cry of pleasure and pain escaping him. He felt Elijah's mouth against his neck once more, a sharp bite made his back arch, a curse escaping him as the other began thrusting into his body, the sound of skin making contact filled the room, the heat of Elijah's body on his making it all almost overwhelming. Such a religious experience, a man of God making you his bitch. He cried out in pleasure once again as Elijah successfully found just the right spot, making the man repeatedly hit it, a warm feeling slowly building in Cyril's loins, his erection twitching in eagerness before one final thrust left him screaming Elijah's name, orgasming from the pleasure. He tried to catch his breath before his body was lifted against Elijah's a hand over his throat, cutting off his breath.
"Did I say you could cum?" Elijah growled in his ear. With no breath to respond he simply shook his head, listening to Elijah laugh. "Well, since you want to be so naughty I guess I'll just have my way with you." He once again pressed Cyril into the table, smacking his ass before gripping onto his hips, treating the other more like a fleshlight than a person. Cyril couldn't help but moan, trying his best to catch his breath, already getting overstimulated. He could barely think, the sensations drowning out any coherent thought that wasn't about Elijah's cock. He felt himself cum one, two more times before Elijah even seemed as if he was about to stop.
He felt the thrusts get more haphazard, wilder, faster. It wasn't long before he felt Elijah fill him, cumming one last time from the sensation. He felt the other slowly pull out before kissing his cheek. He panted heavily trying to catch his breath before hearing Elijah walk away, soon returning with a cold bottle of water and holding it up to his lips, coaxing the other into drinking it.
"Good boy," he hummed, petting Cyril. "Now let's go get you cleaned up, alright?"