The Incubus Who Was a Priest

Male Monster/Reader x Female Human

Originally Published September 14th, 2017

I’ve been at this church for some time now and I’ve enjoyed it immensely. The congregation is small but the love in it is large and real. For the first time in a long time, I feel safe with where I am at. I feel comfortable in my own skin. Or well, I’m comfortable at least with the appearance I’ve put on. I’ve not worn my true appearance for some time, especially not in front of anyone. If they knew who I truly was I would be lost again. If I lost this church I feel I would never truly recover.

The truth is I am no mortal man, I am a demon, an incubus. For longer than I care to admit I prayed upon the weak to fill myself, but it had never brought me any true happiness. In my weakest state, I discovered what truly made me happy. I was stopped by a blind priest who, despite knowing who and what I was, took me in and was kind to me. He showed me a love and a way that gave me the fulfillment I sought out. Sex and carnality were only a means to what my kind needed, but the priest taught me a new way.

I was happy and I had finally found a place I could call home. Then I saw you. You were the granddaughter of one of my parishioners and had moved here to help take care of them. Your grandmother introduced us and when I shook your hand I felt an electric shock go through my entire body. It was then, for the first time in ages, I hungered.

I hoped that I would only encounter you on sundays for service, and even then I hoped it would only be for a hello and goodbye. Yet, to my dismay, I found you at the church often. The elders of the church hired you once they learned of your gardening skills. They hired you to tend to the church garden as well as take care of a few office and computer things they claimed were above their heads.

So now I was more often in your presence than I desired. I could not hate you though, in fact, despite my hunger around you I found you were quite amazing. You talked passionately about your studies in college, on biology and horticulture. You were far more qualified than our tiny little garden needed. You helped me with daily things around the church, things that had gone unnoticed for too long. You brought me lunch often, though in the back of my mind all I wanted was to feast upon you.I shoved those dark thoughts to the back of my mind, insisting I was content talking to you.

Then, all of a sudden, you’re not there. Word gets around that your grandmother is sick and that she had to go to the hospital upstate. I hurriedly call you.

“Hello?” you voice sounds weak and tired.

“It’s me,” I whisper, “is everything ok? Are you alright? If you need me I can be there in an hour I just need to-”

“No, no,” you gasp. “Don’t worry about that. I know grandma wouldn’t want you leaving the church just for her. She’s fuss at you,” you try to laugh but I can hear the tears in your voice.

“I don’t mind if you need me,” I murmur softly.

You swallow back and sniffle, “that’s so sweet but please, stay put. There’s nothing much I can do now anyway. Just pray for her, please. That’ll make me feel better.”

My heart aches, I want to hold you to comfort you but for my own greedy pleasures instead of what is right. “I promise,” I reply. “I’ll pray for the both of you.”

“Thank you,” you sound like you want to say more but you stop. “I should go. Thank you for calling it…it means a lot to me.”

“Of course,” I murmur. “If you need anything at all don’t hesitate to call.”

“I won’t, I should go, bye.”

“Bye,” you hold my face in my hands, feeling my claws dig into my skin. I look at my hands, my appearance fading to reveal parts of the real me. If this keeps up I won’t be able to hold my appearance as long as you are around.

A few days later I wake to a storm, the church is cold and silent. As I make my way to the kitchen I hear the church doors open and shut, peering into the chapel I then see you walking up the aisle. Your hair is soaked and you’re wearing a flimsy sweater. You look like you’ve been awake all night. As I see your bewildered expression I step towards you and call out your name.

You turn and I see relief wash over you. A smile spreads across your face. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude I just-” your voice cuts off.

“Is everything alright?” I go to you, putting my hands on your arms.

“Yes and…no, it’s not,” you murmur. “She’s in a coma and she might not-” you cup your hand over your mouth and fresh tears spill.

“I’m so sorry,” I wipe your cheeks and hold your face between my palms. “Have you slept at all?”

You shake your head, “I was with her all night and then I drove here. I should have gone home but all I wanted to do was see you.”

Against better judgment, I wrap you up in my arms and hold you fast. I kiss the top of your head. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ll take care of you.”

You squeeze your arms around me, “thank you so much.” You look up at me and I see your expression change.Your eyes go wide and your face is blank as your lips part.

“What’s the matter?” I asked softly.

You shake your head and blink, “sorry, nothing,” you rub your eyes. “I must be tired. I’m seeing things.”

My heart hammers nervously. “You can lay down in my bed,” I say, leading you off to my room. “Please, get some sleep. I’ll be here if you need me.”

You lay down and sigh, smiling up at me. “Thank you, again, you’re so sweet.”

I hold your hand, squeezing gently. “It’s easy to be sweet to you.”

Your cheeks bloom pink and you smile shyly. “I should rest. I’ll clean up when I’m done, I promise.”

I leave you and I clutch against my chest and slide down the wall as my breath pitches. I feel myself changing, the appearance I try to hold fading fast. It was starting to become painful being around you, gripping so tightly onto the facade while the reality of who I am tries to rip and snarl it’s way back to the surface.

Not you. Anyone but you. I couldn’t take sullying you.

“Does it hurt?” Your voice breaks through and I turn and look up at you.

“No!” I cover my head and fall to the floor. “Don’t come near me! Don’t look!”

You touch my back and put your arms around me. “It’s ok,” you whisper. “You’re safe,” your voice is warm and gentle.

“Don’t-” my voice chokes off.

“I’m not leaving you,” you insist, your arms locked tight around me. “I know who you are, I’m not afraid.”

I start to cry, my body shaking as the last bit of the facade fades away. I lift up slowly, looking down at you as you gaze up at me, concern in your eyes. You touch my face, wiping away the tears that spill down my cheek. When you look at me I know you do not see the same man you have come to know. You see someone else, something else. You see a creature before you with ruddy skin. Eyes with no iris or pupil, only pure white. You see large black horns that curl around the back of the head and then back forward again. There are legs that look like that of an animal, bent backward and ending in scaly, black claws. I fear to touch you, each finger is tipped in painful talons, and the black scales there are rough and hard.

“Don’t cry,” you murmur softly to me. “Don’t cry.”

“You should run,” I bemoan. “You should scream and tell the world what horrid monster lies in the church…do not be brave.”

You press your finger to my lips and shush me softly. “I’m not going anywhere,” you then reach and grab my hands, squeezing them. “It’s you, isn’t it? I know it is no matter what you may look like. I know your heart.”

I scoff, “you know nothing of me,” I snarl.

You frown up at me and lace your fingers with mine.

“Do you even know what you’re touching?” I snarl at her. “I’m a demon who takes men and women in their beds and I have my way with them. I’m an incubus, I’ll take from you what I want and-” my voice breaks, I find I have no the will to continue.

You let go of my hands and wrap your arms around me, holding me tight. I sigh and hold you back, nuzzling into your neck.

“You’re safe,” you whisper to me. “It’s me, it’s me,” you pull back and hold my face between your palms. You kiss me gently, your lips brushing against mine and making me shudder. The taste of you is making my head swim.

“No,” I push you away and stand up, clutching my hands over my face. “Please, just go, don’t touch me.”

You stand up and put your hands on me anyway, “I’m not leaving you!” You insist as you grab my arm. “You’re in pain, you’d never leave me if I was in pain.”

I turn, pushing your back against the wall and bearing down on you. “Are you a vicious demon? Are you dangerous to me?”

“Am I?” You touch my cheek again.

I can feel myself crumbling, “you really aren’t afraid…” I whisper.

You shake your head, “you seem as if you’re more afraid of me,” you smile comfortingly and put your hands against my chest.

“I don’t want to hurt you,”I whimper.

“And you’re not going to,” you whisper to me. “Because you’re not the monster you think you are.”

I fall completely and grasp you, pulling you close and kissing you. You kiss back, pressing close to me and moaning as I tear away your clothes. You moan and whimper, meeting all my touches and kisses eagerly. I could drown in your sighs, the scent of your skin. You taste so good as I lick between your breasts and kiss your navel. I’ve never felt this before, the electricity from our first meeting making every hair on my body stand on end. Before, when I would greedily take, I always wanted it to be over as fast as it could. Now, oh no, as I lay with you and open your thighs, all I want is time. I want every moment to last an eternity. I want the world shut out so it can only be us.

“I love you,” you moan and I feel myself shiver.

“What?” I gasp.

You smile at me, bringing me close and kissing me so lovingly I feel myself again. “I love you,” you whisper to me again.

I kiss you, sliding myself between your thighs and pushing deep inside you. You whimper and moan, gripping tight onto me as I feel you stretch to take all of me inside. You’re tight and warm and I begin to melt for you. You hold fast to me, moaning and grunting as I move slowly, watching your body, your face. I want to take in as much of you as I can. I touch every inch of your skin, worshipping it as my prayers come out as shuddered breaths.

You begin to cry out, your body shaking, thighs tightening around me as I move faster, harder. I’m snarling and grunting, burying my face into your breast as I feel myself begin to come undone. You’re making me an animal again and I am no longer afraid.

My release makes you tremble, your back arching off the floor as I let loose a monstrous howl. I feel as if my soul has left my body. Perhaps this is how all those others felt before when I took what I needed. You have taken from me and I can feel it…no…I gave it willingly to you.

You hold me as I fall, your panting in my ear sweeter than any hymn. You run your fingers through my hair and along the nape of my neck.

“…too-” I moan as I brace myself up and look down at you. “I love you too.”

“I know,” you smile, meeting my kiss.

The doors to the chapel open and I hear voices. I quickly grab you up and lock us in my room.

“My clothes,” you whisper.

I flinch and open the door, peering out I see your clothes laying there, somewhat ripped and tousled. I manage to grab them just as people are walking into the back. I huff and you just giggle, covering your mouth so you aren’t heard.

“Are you here?” They ask, knocking on the door. “I swear I heard voices.”

“He has a life outside this church.”

“Yes, but have you actually ever seen him-”

“I’m here, I’m just getting dressed. If you need me I’ll be in my office in an hour.” I hear them scoff and scuttle away. Turning to you you’re smirking up at me.

“Be silent,” I huff as I kiss your cheek, slowly reapplying my human appearance.

“You’re beautiful no matter what face you wear,” you say as I become fully transformed.

“What?” I feel my face heat up from the tips of my ears to the base of my neck.

“You’re beautiful,” you reply. “No matter what face you wear.” You kiss me again and it takes all my strength to keep from mounting you again.

“Not nearly as lovely as you,” I whisper into your ear.

You smile at me shyly, your cheeks blooming again. “I…well…I highly doubt that! I only have this one ordinary face, you’ve got two, possibly countless, works of art under your hat.”

I chuckle and kiss your cheek, nipping playfully. “I don’t see how you could like my other face enough to call it beautiful. You should be terrified.”

“It’s you,” you murmur sweetly, “and I love everything about you. To me, the real you is as breathtaking as the first time I met you.”

My heart feels so full it could burst, “I love you too,” I touch your face, brushing the hair from in front of your eyes. “Thank you,” I whisper, pressing our foreheads together. “For loving all of me.”