Faith was used to waking up panting in the middle of the night. She wasn't used to her bed sheets being wet when she did so.

 

The priestess wasn't a bed wetter and never had been, but the alternative was even more terrifying. She lifted the sheets off of her and pressed a finger where she felt it. It was sticky.

 

She heard a voice from across the dark room. "You're coming along well, aren't you."

 

She whipped her head up and snapped her fingers to light the candles in the room. In front of her stood a tall figure of smoke and shadow, with horns and piercing red eyes. A demon, and she could tell it was powerful. She couldn't fight it alone, but there was nobody else in the inn with her that could last in a fight against it.

 

"What do you want," spat the woman.

 

"Not going to call for help, then?"

 

Faith glared, but did not answer. She didn't want to provoke the creature's anger, and she decided against revealing too much about her intentions. As her shock mellowed into the general nervousness typical of a tense negotiation, she started to put two and two together about what happened to her bed sheets.

 

"Interesting," the demon replied, "and just as well. My plans for the evening don't call for violence, and it would be a shame for anyone to get hurt. You weren't supposed to wake up quite so early, but I suppose I can work with this."

 

"And what plans are those," Faith asked, looking the creature up and down. She felt warm, and a little too excited for it to be only fear.

 

"Planting my seed in you," the demon responded far too casually. "I've been stoking your lust while you slept, to make this easier for both of us. I have to be let in for this to work; if I just force things, the seed won't take. Another couple of hours and we wouldn't have even needed this conversation, but by the look of you I don't think this will take much longer anyway."

 

The demon's words went straight to her core, and she felt them in her lower regions. She briefly wondered what the demon meant by the "look of her," when she remembered she'd been stark naked under the sheets. Her arms snapped to cover her breasts and her nethers. The feeling of her hands on her skin informed her that her fingers on both were also sticky. Shame filled her and mingled with her growing arousal. A small but vocal part of her was already imagining the thing on top of her.

 

She put together everything she knew. The demon was probably an incubus; that would explain how it was messing with her feelings, as well as why it was so fucking sexy- She cut that thought off immediately. It would only cause problems to think about how aesthetically pleasing its masculine form was, how it looked dangerous without looking wild, how its voice sounded like- She shook her head again.

 

"Watching you humans break for me in real time is a pleasure I so rarely allow myself," the incubus teased. Faith returned her to her glare, more intense now but undercut by her obvious blush and needy panting.

 

"Of course," it continued, "if you would prefer, I can simply knock you out and go back to Plan A."

 

Her body started to tingle, slightly. It was getting harder to keep the sinful thoughts at bay. She tried slowing her breathing to mitigate the incubus's effects on her body, and seemed to barely beat the arousal back.

 

"But I don't think you want Plan A, do you, little human," it teased further. "You still haven't called for help."

 

She hadn't. She didn't want to risk somebody else getting hurt on her behalf. She could try fighting it alone. It was probably stronger than her, but it clearly didn't want her hurt, meaning it might have to pull its punches, giving her and edge. On the other hand, if she simply gave in now with some scrap of her will intact, she could spare everyone the danger of a fight and terminate the pregnancy later.

 

The incubus shook its head. "I would never dream of letting the future barer of my seed make an important decision like this uninformed. After I impregnate you, there won't be a holy person within a thousand miles who could terminate it for you."

 

Mind reading aside, that was bad news. Faith didn't want to know what sort of demon spawn this thing would plant in her. It might be worth putting lives at risk to stop it. She could jump out the window and alert the city watch. They had a station just across the street. Worst case scenario, it would give up, and she would look like a crazy person. If it pursued, a small army of city guards would be right there to fight it off, and with those numbers they might not even get hurt in the process. That was her best plan. She needed to bolt up off the bed and through the window.

 

...

 

The incubus cupped the side of her face with its large hand, pressing its thumb to her lips and stroking delicately with its pointer finger. It was grinning, and it took some effort not to let its smug affections scatter her thoughts to the four winds.

 

"Your mind races, while your body submits. How much longer, do you think, until Mind drags Body down with it into the abyss of submission?"

 

"W-why me," she stammered. "I'm a priestess. I channel the holy power of the gods. My body must be like a poison to you..."

 

"Quite the opposite," it quipped back, "your 'holy power' is about as distasteful to me as the bittersweet aroma of a floral bouquet might be to you. As for why, it's because your devotion makes you easy."

 

"What do you mean, 'I'm easy'," Faith shot back.

"I'm familiar with the holy order you belong to. It's why I decided on you, in fact. Your order requires 'purity,' does it not?"

 

Faith nodded slowly, starting to understand where this was going.

 

"'Purity' isn't a real thing, at least as a quality of a mage. It doesn't make you powerful as a holy person. On the other hand, a life devoid of any sexual experience leaves you vulnerable. Dissatisfied. Craving. If your order knew anything about my kind, they'd be sending you out to the brothels to develop some standards." Faith's blush doubled, threatening to set her ablaze. "But instead, all I had to do was pull slightly at that thread of repressed desire, and look at you."

 

It pressed its thumb slightly harder against Faith's lips, and she meekly parted them to grant it entrance, servicing its thumb and staring up into its eyes with a combination of hatred and want. Her heart sank. The demon was right; she might be the virginal maiden her holy order required her to be, but she was far from an innocent flower. She'd always wanted something like this, deep down in the slimy depths of her heart. She wanted sex, she wanted domination, she wanted a little danger, or at least the illusion of it. She hated herself for it, and she hated her order for putting her in a position where a demon could melt her into a slutty submissive puddle with foreplay. She gave up on jumping out the window. As much as she wanted it, she knew she was never going to want it more than she wanted this.

 

"Exquisite," the incubus purred. "I think you're nearly ready for me."

 

It traced a pattern around its bare groin, and a cock slowly emerged out of it. Faith was surprised by its size, expecting bigger, then noticed its unusual shape. She recognized what that shape was for. The gentle bumps along the top. The way the tip curled just slightly up. The protrusion above the shaft just long enough to bother her clit on every thrust. It was shaped for her, meant to hit all of her weak spots without overwhelming her. She couldn't take her eyes off of it.

 

"You'll have to beg before I give this to you, sweetling."

 

Faith looked back up into its eyes. There was some fight still left in her, but by now she had given up on it. Even putting aside how much she needed this, she knew trying to put this off was futile. She rocked onto her back keeping her eyes on the creature's, and spread her legs. "Please... please give me your cock... I-I need it please~!"

 

Every word was a humiliation, and every humiliation just made the words spill out faster.

 

The demon walked over and traced a circle around her lower abdomen. She felt a searing pain as a mark appeared, glowing sinister red. The pain only turned her on more. Add corporal punishment to the list of counter-productive temple policies, she thought grimly. She felt the demon's member against her entrance, and it looked at her expectantly.

 

Faith let the demon in.