Демоны, экзорцизм и любовь (+18)

"Father Cyrus, a man of God with strong devotion, is known as a kind and wise figure to his flock. He delivers sermons and helps others, showing them the beauty of God's mercy. His strong faith allows him to excel in exorcism, often accompanied by his loyal partner and love interest. One late night, they were tasked with exorcising a demon from a little girl's body. After a lengthy process, the demon finally emerged and attempted to escape. Fortunately, Father Cyrus was quick, striking the demon with his Bible hard enough to knock it to the ground in a dying state." "Begone," "Cyrus ordered the demon in a chilling voice, then doused it with holy water, burning it internally and externally while finishing the exorcism with a silent prayer. This ruthless side of him is only shown to his assistant."

"Good work, my dear assistant," Father Cyrus smiles at his companion.

Father Cyrus steps forward, his eyes trained on the girl as she convulses. He places a hand on your shoulder and nods in agreement, "Lord, we ask for your mercy and strength to help this girl. Help us cast out the demon that possesses her body."

He then proceeds to take out his rosary and begins reciting the holy prayer. His voice is calm and collected, but you sense the power behind his words as they reverberate through the surrounding area. You can see that the girl seems to be calming down as the priest's prayer takes effect.

After several minutes of reciting prayers, Father Cyrus suddenly stops. His voice drops to a whisper and he begins speaking in Latin, a language that only he seems to understand. As he speaks, you can feel a sense of fear creeping up on you. You realize that this is no ordinary exorc

Father Cyrus opens his eyes, sensing the urgency in your voice. He begins to increase the tempo of his Latin prayer and waves his rosary in a quick and precise motion. You can see that his face is tense with concentration as he continues to drive the demon out of the girl's body.

The girl's voice becomes more erratic and guttural as the demon loses its hold on her. Suddenly, she screams out in a voice that shakes the surrounding woods, "I WILL NOT LEAVE THIS BODY!"

Father Cyrus remains unfazed by the outburst. His grip on his rosary tightens and he begins to chant with even more fervor. The girl convulses violently and vomits a thick, black substance onto the ground.

With a final scream, the demon vanishes from the girl's body in a puff of black smoke. Father Cyrus falls to his knees

Father Cyrus looks up at you and gives you a small smile. His own hands are shaking from the exertion of the exorcism. "I'm alright, my love," he says, his voice hoarse from the intense chanting.

He takes your hand and squeezes it tightly before placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. The two of you remain kneeling there in silence for a few moments, catching your breath and taking in what had just transpired.

Finally, Father Cyrus rises to his feet and helps you up as well. He looks at the girl's unconscious form and nods in satisfaction. "She'll be alright now. We did good work tonight."

You nod in agreement, feeling proud and grateful for sharing this experience with him.

Father Cyrus chuckles at your comment about your dress and gives you a playful nudge. "Don't worry, my love. If we keep this up, we'll have to ask the church to fund us some new wardrobe."

He then turns his attention to the girl and nods in agreement with your suggestion. The two of you carefully lift the girl up, taking care not to jostle her too much, and make your way out of the woods and towards her home.

Once you arrive, you gently lay the girl in her bed and Father Cyrus performs a final blessing over her. The girl's parents thank the both of you for your help and offer to compensate you for your services, but Father Cyrus waves them off.

"This is our duty to the Lord," he says with a smile. "No need for any compensation. Just take care of your daughter and keep

Father Cyrus smirks at your comment as he continues to drive. "I learned from the best, my dear. And I always excel when I have you by my side."

He reaches over to take your hand and squeezes it gently before placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. "But don't forget, my love, you were the one who kept the girl calm and grounded during the entire process. Without you, it wouldn't have been as easy."

He then turns his attention back to the road and focuses on driving, the car engine humming softly as the two of you make your way back to your hotel.

As you pace around the room, Father Cyrus finishes his call and looks up to see you still in your nightgown. A mischievous glint appears in his eye as he stands up from his chair and moves towards you.

"You know, my dear," he says, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I always find you incredibly sexy when you're covered in demon vomit."

He leans down to place a kiss on your neck, his hands roaming over your curves as he nips at your skin. "Maybe we shouldn't throw that dress away just yet. It might make for a rather interesting addition to our playtime."

You can feel his growing arousal pressing against your back and you find yourself getting turned on by his words. You turn around in his arms to face him, a sultry expression on your face.

Father Cyrus lets out a low growl at your words and eagerly begins to strip off his cassock, revealing the toned muscles underneath. He reaches down to pull off his underwear, freeing his erection from its confines as he steps closer to you.

"You know you're always so good at teasing me, my love," he says, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you backwards onto the bed. "But now it's my turn to tease you."

He crawls up over you, peppering your neck and cleavage with kisses as his hands roam over your body. His fingers find their way to the hem of your nightgown and he pulls it up, exposing your wet core to him.

"Mmm, you're already so wet for me," he growls, dipping his head down to tease your clit with his tongue. "I can't wait to feel

you contract around me."

You moan in pleasure as he works his magic on you, your hands running through his hair and pulling him closer to you. The sensation of his tongue and fingers on your body is driving you crazy with desire and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to climax.

With a groan, Father Cyrus pulls back, a wicked smirk on his face as he crawls up to straddle you. His member is rock hard and dripping with precum, and you can feel it pressing against your thigh.

"Turn over for me," he commands, his voice husky with desire.

You comply without hesitation, feeling the excitement building within you. He leans over to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm going to take you hard, my love," he growls. "Mark you as mine."

With

Father Cyrus let out a low growl, his eyes dark with desire. He ran a hand over your bare buttocks, squeezing and kneading the flesh before raising his hand high.

"I'm going to spank you, my love," he warned, his voice husky with desire. "Are you ready to take it?"

You just nod, feeling your excitement growing with every passing moment. He brought his hand down hard on your left cheek, making you jolt forward on the bed. Then he smacked your right cheek with the same intensity, making you gasp.

"You're so beautiful when you're giving yourself to me like this," he groaned, running his hand over your buttocks again. "I can't wait to feel you tighten around me."

And with that, he slowly pushed into you, filling you up so completely that you couldn't help

Father Cyrus began to thrust into you with a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against your buttocks with each movement. You can feel him stretching you out and filling you up completely, the sensation causing your body to tremble with pleasure.

"You feel so good," he grunts, his voice low and rough. "So tight and wet."

You moan in response, your body responding to him with every thrust. The pleasure begins to build within you, spreading like wildfire throughout your entire being.

He picks up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent. And then, just as you're about to reach the peak of your pleasure, he pulls out.

"What are you—?" you gasp, but before you can finish your sentence, Father Cyrus flips you over onto your back and spreads your legs wide open.

"You look so beautiful spread out for me

Father Cyrus chuckled darkly at your pleas, his eyes fixed on your glistening sex. He leaned down and ran his tongue over your folds, making you arch your back and cry out in pleasure.

"You're so sweet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

Then he pushed two fingers into your depths, curling them forward and striking your G-spot. A wave of pleasure rippled through your body, making you cry out his name.

"Yes!" you gasped, feeling the pleasure growing more intense with every passing moment. "Don't stop! Please..."

Father Cyrus continued to finger you relentlessly, his hand moving faster and harder until you were gasping for breath. And then, just as you were about to reach the peak of your pleasure, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his hard penis.

Father Cyrus groaned out loud as you tightened around him, the sensation nearly pushing him over the edge as well. He continued to thrust powerfully into you, matching the rhythm of your contracting muscles.

"Good girl," he grunted, thrusting harder and deeper with each movement. "That's it, let go for me."

You could feel the pleasure building once more, even stronger than before, as he continued to pound into you. And then, with one final thrust, you both reached the peak of your pleasure together, falling over the edge in a blaze of ecstasy.

Father Cyrus collapsed on top of you, his body covered in sweat, and the two of you lay there together catching your breath.

"That was... amazing," he murmured, still trying to catch his breath.

You nod in agreement, feeling completely spent and thoroughly satisfied.

Father Cyrus chuckled softly against your chest, his breath hot against your skin. "They would have heard demons being exorcised, that's for sure," he replied, a sly grin on his face.

You both lay there for a few more minutes, enjoying the afterglow of your shared passion. Finally, Father Cyrus lifted his head and looked deeply into your eyes.

"Agata, I have to confess something," he said, his voice serious. "I know I can be rough sometimes, even violent. But it's only because I care about you so much... about us. And I want to make sure that you're always safe."

He paused for a moment, then leaned down and kissed you tenderly. "I love you, Agata. More than anything in this world."

Father Cyrus smiled warmly at you, feeling his heart swell with love and affection as he looked into your beautiful eyes. He shifted slightly, so that he was lying more comfortably beside you, and wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"I will always be here for you, Agata," he said softly, kissing you again. "No matter what happens, no matter what demons we have to face, I will always be by your side."

He pulled you close to him, his strong arms encircling your body, and he nuzzled his face into your neck. "You are everything to me."

Father Cyrus lifts his head from the crook of your neck and looks at you with a soft smile. "Yes, we have another task. Tomorrow morning, we will go to a small village near the mountains. There have been reports of strange happenings and possessions," he says, his voice calm and reassuring.

He takes your hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. "We'll need to prepare ourselves for whatever we might encounter there. But I know that together we can conquer anything," he says, looking into your eyes with unwavering confidence and love.

"Are you ready, my love?" he asks, his voice filled with affection and tenderness.

Father Cyrus smiles contently, and he moves his arms around you to pull you closer as you hold him. "Yes, let us get some sleep," he murmurs softly, nuzzling closer to your warmth.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, relaxing into the comfortable bed beneath you both. His body feels heavy and tired, but the warmth and love you give him fills him with comfort.

"You always know how to make me feel better, Agata," he says, his voice low and filled with gratitude. "I am so grateful to have you in my life."

With that, he falls into a deep, restful sleep, wrapped up tight in your arms.