by P. K. Tyler
Yes. He loved being a woman. So much more sensation. The clit was only the beginning. His walls of womanhood ached to be filled.
He spread his legs wide enough that he could push the candle inside his new cunt. The thought alone was enough to make his legs tremble.
With his other hand, he worked Delphina’s pussy looser and looser until he could slip his small, feminine fist inside her, still working her clit with his tongue.
Two female cries of pleasure rose to a fevered pitch, and the demons within both bodies pulsed and reached out.
Asmodeus sent the images of Lucifer’s plan flooding into Delphina’s demon and, like a bitch in heat, the nun came in a rush. As his own orgasm shuddered through Adel’s body, he called out his partner’s name, “Naamah.”
After a moment to regain his senses, Asmodeus tossed the used candle onto the nun’s bed and fixed his clothing.
Delphina was ripe, indeed, but the evil that resided within her was not yet strong enough to carry the seed of the Dark Father. She wasn’t ready for him just yet. In the meantime, he could still have his fun with this woman, Adel, and the priest.
His sway over her remained complete, but his plan would work better if he allowed her to take the lead. Asmodeus seeped into the background, releasing his hold on Adel’s mind slowly, whispering to her from within.
It’s time to find your brother, the priest.
Chapter Two
“Papa Z!” Jimmy called out from the basketball court in the church parking lot as Zeph exited the building.
Despite the cold, Zeph wore a black tee-shirt and track pants. Nik’s already overactive imagination kicked into maximum overdrive. To avoid staring, he turned to his team and held out his hand. Nathan, the oldest who lived at his house right now, passed the basketball.
“Skins vs. Shirts?” Nik called out to the group of teens congregating around Zeph. Mass had ended hours ago, but Zeph had the kind of personality that could convince even the least interested teenaged boys to stick around for a game of hoops.
“Very funny.” Zeph handed out the green bandannas that differentiated the teams to the boys.
Nik dribbled the ball, easily palming it with his large hand and maneuvering his way to the basket. He jumped and shot, the ball dropping easily into the net.
“Aren’t you getting too old to play with us?” one of the boy’s on Zeph’s team teased Nik.
“Same age as I am!” Zeph said.
“He’s a month older. So, if I’m old, he’s decrepit.” Nik shot again from the three-point line and sunk the basket.
Jimmy ran and grabbed the ball, quickly passing it to Zeph to check. The game started without a whistle or some big speech from an overzealous coach.
They played, passing the ball and each side making shots. The boys tended to keep track of who was ahead, but Zeph and Nik refused to acknowledge a winner.
Jimmy drove down the asphalt toward the basket mounted on the back of the church wall. Zeph’s players surrounded him, cutting him off easily and forcing him to pass. He aimed for Nathan, but overshot, sending the ball directly at Zeph. He weaved down the court, his team spreading out and diverting Nik’s players from blocking him.
Nik should do something other than watch, but his eyes were trained on Zeph’s ass. Zeph's trainers fit tight and showed off how his friend could move. He danced his way through the players, weaving and faking, in complete control of the ball. His shoulders rolled and his body reacted effortlessly, like a primal creature navigating the Sahara.
Nik seriously needed to get laid. He didn’t usually let his obsession show so plainly, especially around the kids.
As Zeph approached the basket and crouched to shoot, Nik made a fast break down the court, slamming his open palm into the ball just as Zeph released it to shoot. The ball bounced behind them, sending the boys into a scrimmage to retrieve it for their team.
“Playing rough today?” Zeph asked, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his breathing steady.
Nik wanted to lick the moisture from his friends back before… shit… His brain was seriously not behaving today.
Zeph stared at him with a smirk, almost like he knew what Nik had been thinking.
“Shut up.” Nik jogged away and tried to block Grayson from shooting. His long arms and legs gave him an unfair advantage, but the kid was fast and shot around him; shot and banked the ball off the backboard, making the basket.
Nathan retrieved the ball and set off down the court, Nik close behind.
“Father Zelophehad,” a nun called from the back entrance to the church. Nik recognized her from the night he had exorcised Naamah. And lost her. The reminder of the missing evil sent his heart plummeting into his stomach. The brief respite was nice, but they had to do something. He still didn’t know what, though.
“Sister Delphina, is everything alright?” Zeph looked up the nun over with a raised eyebrow.
Her hair hung down around her shoulders, her habit missing. He had never seen the nuns without their hair covered. It struck him as strangely sensual. Forbidden.
“Oh!” She ran a hand over her exposed head. “Yes, I’m sorry Father, I… There’s someone here to see you. Your sister. I had her wait in your office.”
“Adel?” Zeph’s voice was incredulous. “All right, thank you.”
Nik caught Zeph’s eye and recognized the worry he saw. Sometimes Nik would tell Zeph he was prescient, knowing something was wrong before it happened. It made him a good priest, a compassionate friend, and the perfect person to rely on when battling demons. That touch of magic, or miracle, shone in Zeph’s eyes as he hurried away to greet his sister.
“That’s game, boys. You can keep playing, but put the ball back in the storage closet when you’re done.”
“Yes Mom!” The boys from his house called out. He’d have to remember to beat them all later.
Nik followed after Zeph, but as he passed Sister Delphina, she reached out, her fingers grazing the back of his hand. The touch threw a jolt of desire through him, her soft skin, her flowing hair. He felt himself harden at the thought of pressing against her and gripping her face while he took her lips with his own. The thought possessed his mind even as he felt disgusted by the idea.
He jerked his hand away, fire licking against his skin from her touch. He swore he could hear the flesh sizzle. He looked at her, but she turned away as if nothing had happened.
He might be losing his mind. Not enough sleep, way too much horror. No way could he finally be turned on by a woman at this age, let alone a nun.
He shook his head and rubbed the back of his hand before following Zeph to find Adel.
When he approached the office door, Adel’s voice pierced the air. “I’m not making this up! His eyes were black! He was following me and I heard… I don’t know… whispers or chants… something, but no one else was there.”
Zeph’s sister sat in the leather chair at the desk, her dark hair hanging over her face. Nik smelled the fear coming off her.
“What did he look like?” Nik asked, stepping into the room.
Adel’s face lifted, and the familiar look of opening awareness shone in her eyes. Nik had seen it on his foster mother’s face before she shut it down and slapped him for lying. He’d even seen it on Zeph’s face the first time he’d witnessed what Nik could do. They were ten when Zeph stumbled into one of the alleys behind the church while Nik exorcised a demon from a homeless man. Zeph hadn’t run away though, he’d helped Nik recover and stayed by his side ever since.
“He looked like anyone. I was on my way home, had only stepped out to get some food, but he seemed to be watching me. When I caught his eyes…” she shuddered and took a deep breath. “It was like there was nothing there. No spark, no life, no soul. It was evil and it felt like it wanted me.”
Zeph placed a hand on his sister’s leg, no more affectionate than he would show any other parishioner, but she flinched. He didn’t seem to notice, and Nik dismissed it. Facing off against demons
was commonplace for him. For Adel ... well, he could just imagine how traumatized she was.
Zeph stared at Nik with the unspoken question. Do they tell her? Do they bring her into a world where evil walks around and swallows people whole? Wasn’t she better off just believing she was imagining things, maybe even believing she’d narrowly escaped the clutches of some sexual predator? Would she even believe that now? She might. People were usually much more eager to believe a lie than learn the truth.
He almost had himself convinced that it was kinder to let her be afraid of a random man with bad intentions than to open her eyes to what else walked around the city with them. She’d done the right thing, coming to her brother for council. No reason to involve her further in Nik’s extra-curricular activities.
“He said your name,” she said, staring at Nik. “He just kept saying ‘Nikolai Grekh’ over and over.”
The demons knew his name. But if they knew they could reach him through her, she wasn’t safe. That meant Zeph wasn’t safe.
“Fuck!”
Zeph’s face turned red. He was seconds away from losing his temper. The flash of passion, even that born of anger, thrilled Nik. “Church, Nik. You’re in a church.”
“Who was he Nik?” Adel pleaded with him, her eyes wide and frightened.
Possible lies passed through Nik’s mind. What would she believe? There had to be something he could say that would keep her out of this, but not make her think she had gone crazy. He knew what it felt like to have no one believe you and, as much as Adel had never been his biggest fan, he didn’t want to see her go through that. Was it even fair to lie to her? She had to know how much danger she was in. It wasn’t fair to keep her in the dark when she was obviously a target. But before he could come up with anything, Zeph took over.
“Adel, Do you believe in God?”
She turned to her brother, new tears pricking her eyes. “Is that even a serious question? Of course I do.”
“Then, it stands to reason that if God exists, the stories of his enemies are based in fact too. When Lucifer fell—-”
“Are you about to tell me the Devil accosted me on the street?” Adel smirked.
“Just listen and keep try to keep an open mind. Possession of the spirit is a very real thing. ”
Zeph glanced up at Nik, probably wanting him to jump in, but Nik wasn’t half as good at this as Zeph. Nik only ever managed to scare people when he tried to explain what he saw.
Zeph sighed and Nik felt like utter shit for throwing him under the bus to deal with this, but he didn’t know what to say. His head spun with thoughts of demons banding together against him. Zeph’s voice faded into the background. How did the demons learn his name?
Adel’s derisive snort pulled Nik out of his thoughts. She stared at her brother with narrowed eyes and said, “Wait, you think I was possessed? If you believe that, then what about Angels and Seraphim and Demons? You can’t possibly think that’s all real?”
“Why not?” Nik asked. “You believe in a God who has never shown any interest in being known. He’s never said a word or helped any of us—”
“Nik!” Zeph scolded.
“What?”
“Adel, excuse us for a moment.” Zeph grabbed Nik’s arm and dragged him into the hall.
“What the hell?” Nik said.
“You aren’t exactly helping. Can’t you see she’s confused?”
“Yeah, we’re all confused, it’s going around.”
“Stop being a dick and think about Adel. She’s terrified and instead of trying to explain or sooth her, you’re arguing the existence of God?”
“If you’re going to use that argument to claim what I do is real, then I’m going to use it too. It’s insulting to believe in some all powerful but never helpful god, but not in the things we see and touch. And it’s beside the point. You think He’s gonna come down and save Adel next time a demon wants to hitch a ride on your sister? You can’t possibly believe that, not after everything we’ve been through”
Nik wanted to reach out, take Zeph’s hand, make him realize how ridiculous that argument was for so many reasons, but he held back. Pushing Zeph never worked, so Nik continued to wait.
“I think you should go.” Zeph took a step back toward the door. He crossed his arms over his chest, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
“You what?”
“I think you should leave. You’re tired and you aren’t… frankly, Nik, you aren’t very helpful when you’re like this. Go home take care of yourself. I’ll bring Adel up to speed and see what I can find out about what happened to her today.”
Nik leaned against the wall of the narrow church hallway and stared at Zeph. He had been dismissed and it hurt like a punch in the face.
“Look,” Zeph said, the tension falling out of his shoulders, but his arms remained crossed. “She’s my sister. I was never able to be there for her growing up. I need to do whatever I can for her now.”
“Fine.”
“It’s not about you.”
“Sure, I get it,” Nik said, letting his hair fall into his face and cover his eyes.
“I’ll call you later.”
“Right.” Nik turned and left, leaving Zeph alone in the hall. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted, Nik wasn’t going to let it hurt him anymore. And as long as Zeph and his sister stayed in the church, they should be okay.
On his way down the hall, he slammed his hand against the stone wall. He didn’t want to leave, what if something happened? But if Zeph didn’t want him, he was tired of trying to force the man into accepting his help, or his love. He smacked the wall again before exiting the church. Looking back, he sent up a prayer he knew no one would hear, a prayer to keep them safe.
Damn it.
Chapter Three
Adel watched her brother walk into the hall with Nik. As much as she’d been glad to see him at first she still hated having him near her. She felt like his breath tainted the air and when she breathed it in, his sin became her own.
He’s the one who stole her brother from her. Without Nik, Zeph might have never left her alone with their parents.
“Adel, let me make you some tea,” Zeph said as he re-entered the room, alone.
“Thanks.”
Her brother turned on the small electric kettle on his desk and sat in his chair, swiveling to face her. “Don’t let Nik get to you, he doesn’t mean anything by what he says. Things haven’t exactly been easy for him.”
“Right,” she scowled, wondering whose life had been easy.
“I know you still blame him—”
“—Because everything that happened is entirely his fault.”
Zeph took a deep breath and straightened his black shirt. The transformation from worried brother to stately mouthpiece of God was striking.
“Adel, there’s more to this than anything that happened between Nik and I as teenagers. That’s in the past and shouldn’t concern you any longer. Even then, it wasn’t your business. I’m sorry you were dragged into my problems with Dad.”
Adel snorted. “Your problems with Dad? Please, you got off easy.”
Zeph blanched and Adel immediately regretted saying anything.
“What do you mean? You saw what he did to me. How could that be easy?”
The tea kettle whistled, pulling away Zeph’s intense gaze, giving Adel a moment to collect herself. She didn’t want to have this conversation with her brother. Nothing could be worse. Their father was dead, best to leave him rotting where he lay.
Zeph dropped a tea bag into a mug and filled it with steaming water. He stood from his chair and sat next to her on the couch, passing the mug to her cold hands. “Tell me what happened.”
***
Adel had asked her mother when Zeph was coming home a few times, but her mother refused to respond.
The last time she asked was in October, just before Halloween. Zeph had always gone trick or treating with her and she had hoped she and her brother would have one la
st year of it before she got too old to go.
Her mother glared. "Do not speak that name in my presence again."
She waited until the evening news came on and, when Mama was in the kitchen washing dishes, she sat on the arm of Daddy's recliner.
“Daddy, I miss Zeph, when can he come home?”
Her father's face darkened and his lips pursed tightly. "Go to your room, Adel."
"But I miss him, Daddy. When's he coming home?"
"Adel..."
She sighed heavily and got up, dragging her heels all the way to her room.
Her mother yelled from the kitchen, "Stop dragging your feet, Adelaine!"
Adel rolled her eyes, safe in the knowledge her mother couldn't see her since she was all the way in the kitchen and Adel was already half way down the hall to her room.
"And don't roll your eyes!"
She could just barely hear her mother mumbling something and her father answering in an equally low tone. Adel opened her door and stood frozen, listening to her mother's almost pleading voice.
"I suppose we'll have to tell her he's not coming back."
"We are the parents here. We don't owe her an explanation. He's gone and that's that." Her father’s baritone voice boomed even when he whispered.
"Yes, of course. But she's just going to keep asking, we have to..."
"No, we don't have to do anything. You told her not to speak his name again, and that's enough. You don't say any more than that. If she doesn't let it go, I'll handle it."
Adel could just imagine her mother's face, the almost fearful calm that would settle over her features. Those three words were her father's favorite: I'll handle it. Those words sent her mother into shutdown mode every time. It didn't matter what the situation was, he'd handle it, and her mother would stand by like a wooden doll.