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By (user no longer on site) OP
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The Finale'. Hope you enjoy.
I kissed her again deeply.
Vicky was looking fragile and tired; she was very different to the girl I saw in the street. As we tasted each other I told myself it was for her benefit to give her strength and confidence but it was as much for mine. I was nervous of what was coming next, was dreading the reappearance of the demon and was for the first time in a long time frightened enough to be questioning my faith and my chosen role in life.
I knew I wasn’t a traditional vicar.
I was brought up in care, had to fight for all I had and had learned to be good at it. Expectations for someone such as I were low. I was expected to go to prison for my adult life and attain to nothing. My first and only time in borstal had changed my life and I had found the lord, salvation and been reborn but there are some things that never leave you.
I parted from her, looked in to her eyes and gave her a smile as I removed my collar and unfastened my shirt. Taking off my shirt she noticed a scar on my right-hand side.
“You don’t think you’re the first to try and get rid of me, do you?” I asked teasingly.
I kicked off my shoes and unfastened my belt thinking weather I might need it, deciding against it I let them fall and removed my briefs. Stood in all my naked glory my rosary hanging from my neck I suddenly felt strong, my manhood stood proudly to attention and I felt a surge of confidence.
“Come on then you demon bastard lets have you” I thought.
I walked to Vicky, gently grabbed her hair and presented my cock to her mouth. She opened her lips and allowed me to enter. I felt the warmth of her envelop me and it was wonderful. I watched as her head moved backwards and forwards and felt her tongue flick my head. I was sad that she couldn’t use her hand but accepted that I would have to keep myself in the correct position for her.
I had to control myself and could not allow her to bring me to climax. I needed to leave some of my pre cum in her throat and block that entrance so that the demon could not escape from there.
Watching her, hands tied, eyes watering I fell in love with her. She was delicate and robust, physically weak and emotionally strong. She had been possessed yet battled to keep herself, she was young but had an experience well beyond her years, was strong enough to allow me to dominate her and was beautiful, fit and sexy as hell. How could I not? I could feel myself building, found myself holding and controlling my breathing.
A trembling was beginning in my legs. I knew that I had to get as close to coming as I could but had to hold it, I had to edge myself and it was not an easy thing to do. It had only been a matter of a couple of minutes but I was getting closer with every stroke of her mouth. The pleasure was intense, not just because I was been serviced but because I was been serviced by her. My climax was starting to build and I had to time it right, my head went into her throat and I wanted to collapse from sheer fulfilment, I stood my ground and let her take ma again and then I felt it, that familiar sensation in my balls, the one that said I’m ready to erupt and I pulled away from her, grabbed my cock and squeezed.
It was torture and the worst thing is that she found it funny.
“I’m glad you think it’s funny” I admonished
“You have done it to me”
“Touché’”
For several long seconds I held myself, not wanting to lose my load. Satisfied that I was calming down I released myself and a large globule of thick creamy liquid appeared.
“Come here” she instructed before she licked my head clean and swallowed.
“Thanks”
I went to the sports bag and took out an ebony crucifix. It was maybe 12 inches long with the cross section at about 9 inches. This was the thing that worried me the most. I had my instructions and knew I was doing the work of the lord but what I was going to do with that crucifix both horrified and terrified me. I picked up the book and stood at the foot of the bed.
“Demon! You have but one option now. You have one more chance to leave before I destroy you. I command that you leave the body of this girl and return to from where you came”
It was then that it chose to appear
“You and your puny god. You think you can destroy me? Come near this girl and I will kill you puny vicar”
“Ok” I said as I put the book down and approached the bed.
Vicky was gone, her beautiful features the same but distorted by a look of smug hatred. There was spittle coming from the corner of her mouth and her eyes had rolled. I became angry.
Showing the demon the crucifix “I’m glad you stayed you ungodly bastard. It would have been such a disappointment to not destroy you”
“Destroy me vicar? You have given me nothing but pleasure up to now”
I don’t know why but I grabbed its throat and squeezed. I may have squeezed a little too hard as I put my face to its and told it very slowly and very quietly
“You are only breathing because I’m allowing it”
I let go and it remained quiet. I climbed onto the bed and it kicked me, hard. I landed on the floor and was winded. I rose quickly and thought for a moment that it might break its bindings. I caught my breath as it was laughing.
Catching its ankle I rebound its left leg and then its right. The laughing stopped.
“I can do this with you bound” I told it as I took the crucifix and poured oil onto it.
I knew what had to be done, I didn’t want to damage or hurt Vicky’s body but even with the binds at her hand and feet the demon began to buck. Eventually I placed my hand onto her stomach and slowly inserted the crucifix into her vagina. Holding it in place I said the words I had memorised.
“Demon you are evil. You have been told to leave this girls body and you have refused. I will now destroy you”
I began to wank. My right hand furiously rubbing up and down my shaft as my left held the demon down with the crucifix in place. I needed to bring myself close to climax but it wasn’t working.
I removed the crucifix, held Vicky down and entered her hard. I placed the crucifix at her lips as started to fuck the demon that had possessed her body. It was a fight, the demon bucked, snarled, growled, spit and screamed but I didn’t stop. In and out my frustration finally given the chance to end and more importantly the final battle with this demon.
It head butted me on the nose and I lost rhythm for a second but didn’t roll off or come out. I grabbed its throat again and pumped as hard, rough and fast as I could. I closed my eyes and imagined Vicky underneath me, encouraging me. Gaining satisfaction and pleasure from having her vicar inside of her and then it began, the feeling that would banish the need and the demon.
The tingling started deep in my balls, my legs began to stiffen and my grip on the demon’s throat tightened. My manhood moved in and out of her and then erupted into her. An explosion in my body and mind, I felt the first spurt and became lost in nothing but my own lust and pleasure. I spurted again and again and I heard the demon screech. A loud, unholy piercing screech that would have the blood curl.
Opening my eyes I saw her face contort and change shape. Her features changing from beauty to canine, a jaw long and protruding as I held its throat keeping its teeth from me. It disappeared and came back again, several times the wailing never decreasing. I spurted the last of my seed into it and was spent.
Exhausted both physically and emotionally it took every remaining piece of strength I had to hold the demon at bay but the transfiguration slowed and the wailing quietened. The struggling lessened in intensity until eventually it all stopped altogether.
Beneath me was Vicky and for the first time since I had met her she looked peaceful. Her eyes opened.
“How you doing?” I asked tiredly
“Its gone” she replied
“You sure”
“Yes” she replied through her tears.
I unfastened her restraints with the last reserves of my strength, lay on the bed next to her and slept.
I was awoken the next morning by been shook.
“Vicar” came a familiar, feminine happy voice. “I’ve made tea”
Opening my eyes there was a steaming mug of tea been offered to me. I took it.
“What time is it?”
“11am” I panicked and began to get out of bed.
“What you doing?”
“The church needs opening”
“Its ok, I got Cal to do it”
“Your boyfriend?”
“My brother”
“Brother?”
“Yes. I’ve told him to leave it open all day as we don’t want to be disturbed”
“We don’t?” I asked placing the tea on the bedside table.
“No” she said as she came and lay next to me.
She kissed me hard and deep. We made love, it was slow and it was passionate. I felt her hands on my body for the first time and I was truly happy. We lay her head on my chest.
“I wonder how long they will leave me here”
“Why?”
“Well they said six weeks but now that your demon has gone…I don’t know if they will keep me here”
“I wouldn’t worry”
“Oh and why is that?”
“I’m not the only one with a demon. There are 11 of us. My mother is coming to see you tonight”
Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for your kind comments.
V xx
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