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The church was large, with tall, dark stone walls that seemed to be grabbing at the heavens above, with multicoloured glass helping to paint pictures on the ground while the last of the sun shines through them.
The rows of pews sat silent with only a few people scattered among them, it was a Tuesday after all and at 7 pm the only people left were either religious nutcases who practically lived inside the church and addicts needed to find a holy place away from it all.
Shiloh hadn’t stopped for either of those reasons, he was just visiting and churches, while not religious, are the world's most beautiful buildings. There is no doubt in anyone's mind that churches were created out of pure faith and by God himself.
Not matching the beauty in a white/gray hoodie and some jeans, the only thing clean on him was his freshly washed hair still feeling light after the heaviness of the water dried out of it.
Shiloh felt something he had never felt before at least not in a place of worship, dread, that sinking feeling in your body like the food you just ate made you twenty pounds heavier.
He looked around him, and the eyes of a thousand souls stared back, well just the six people sitting in the pews but it felt like someone was stabbing him in the back with the shiver that climbed up his spine.
One caught his attention, first row, cloak sort of thing with a hood over his hair, but his eyes were on fire, the world suddenly goes slow, peripheral vision closing in black and the once blue cloak turned red, the eyes shining red like a stop light at night with astigmatism.
The body once in his control was falling to the floor and he was going down with it into a crumpled pile of this holy nightmare.
The world was orange, red, and purple, the hands around his legs and shoulders were cold, but the surface he was getting put on was colder.
He wanted to shrink back into the warmth, the body holding him, the body holding him, why was it holding him, the brain, the fog, the church, the people, the cloak, the eyes.
The concrete he was laying on was cold, his shoes were gone and all his clothes had been replaced with what looked like a white tank top of sorts.
Shiloh pushes his hands down to protect his private areas which were definitely on display when he was out.
He looks back at those red eyes that probably got him in this mess in the first place, he had a mark on his face like a burn which had definitely not been there before.
“Oh yes, He’ll like this one.”
What the actual fuck. He? Like? This one? How many this ones has there been, what cult shit is going on here. Who is he? If other this ones haven’t said anything, then he’s not going to stick around to become one of them.
Red-gloved hands clasp around his own, pulling them away from his pelvis while others hold down the rest of him.
Water streams down his face and words throw themselves out of his mouth. He was pushed down across the concrete slab, spread out and his hands tied around the top.
“Relax… It’ll all be over soon,”
Wow what a relaxing statement, breathing felt like he had just run a mile, and his brain felt like it was scrambled eggs.
The people around him, the ones in cloaks and red gloves, sat around in a circle on the ground.
Yep, definitely a cult.
They were whispering something, and the earth felt like it had electricity running through it, warmer much warmer not uncomfortable but it didn’t help settle nerves. The purple was now gone left with a harsh red tint and orange hues.
“Wha..”
Tar black, smoke-like vines wrap around his body, seeping out of the now warmed concrete.
They tangle themselves around his limbs, tickling down his chest and staining the white shirt as they climb around his body. They grow up just around the end of the slab, building on one and another while merging into a solid form with ease.
A body, white pale skin unlike his dark tan, hair also long like a girl's, and bright white. Lastly, an unsettling feature appearing along the body created out of smoke in front of him, pointed ears and sharp horns, abs, finally a penis sort of, dripped with slick more tentacle-like while holding a humanoid shape.
This thing sighs loudly, comfortably from being in this more natural form.
He glares down onto Shiloh, eyes contrasting from the cloaked red to his now reflective white.
Shiloh trembles as the tears keep falling. The man? in front of him, letting out a chuckle as he reaches down with a clawed hand to slowly scrape along his calf before silently approaching with a glare.
“Good”
He remarks, grabbing hold of Shiloh’s legs and pushing them up, Shiloh grabbing hold of the rope above him and yanking it down hand in a desperate attempt to release his hands and shield the last thing left to him not yet seen by the world.
“You chose well, Adam.”
Adam, remember Adam, if, when I get out, god Adam gonna be first on my list.
The horned thing looked up at Shiloh, face to face,
“Pure.”
Words came out of his mouth like blood,
“Untouched.”
His hands pushed up the white shirt, exposing skin until the hip bone,
“Body.”
He pushes the head up, neck stretched out and licks a smooth line across the Adam's apple.
“Perfect.”
Inches apart, eyes locked on each other, one lustful, the other complete and utter fear.
The vine things reach up as the demon leans back, letting them do their job of untying Shiloh from the rope, he grasps his rubbed wrists and they begin to push his body up towards the man keeping him in place, and pushing his legs wide open for the world to see.
No longer the world, Shiloh realises it's only them left in the darkness.
The weird tentacle penis is completely hard standing up while it drips some sort of wet lube shit, bumps and ridges line the underside.
He looks down toward the entrance it's rubbing across, he has read and seen enough porn to know one what's about to happen, and two that it's gonna hurt.
The slick felt burning hot rubbing against the rim of has hole, circling the diameter for before setting just at the entrance and squirting in some more the the slick it was creating, atleast this cult possesssor had the decency to add lube into the mix before fucking the virginity out of him.
He didn’t even realise what happened to concentrated into the freak out he was having about how he was going to be raped to notice the man leaning down and capturing his lips along with slipping his tongue.
The lips were soft like a fluffy blanket, the tongue pushing into the back of his throat and twisting to suck on his own.
Finally he pushes into the hole, it doesn’t hurt the tentacle penis pulses as it twists and shapes itself around his hole to stretch and push on the walls just enough for Shiloh mind to go blank.
He can feel his body, his spine arch, his neck push his head back away from those lips, and his mouth stays open to let out a low moan, oh but his brain that was miles away safely tucked away for if he would need it again.
It continues to push itself up his hole, the once about 2-inch thing growing as it searches and finds that one spot inside its prey, the prostate, and it finds it, pressing a single ridge from the underside to play and wriggle and make Shiloh feel heaven coursing all through his body.
However this demon dick wasn’t done yet, it continued up through the crevasse wiggling and finding its perfect spot at the last corner of the colon to rest.
While this was going on its owner took great pleasure in watching Shiloh descend into pure mind numbfication.
He pushes the smaller boy's head up to reattach his mouth to the others, suckling his tongue and pushing against the other lips.
Feeling that his penis has found the end of the road, he wraps the vines around the others body and lets him fall against the concrete to focus on the real task at hand, fucking the ever living life out of this man, ingraining his dick into his mind so that no other will satisfy.
Gently pull out by only and inch and bucking back in hard, smiling at the way the man beneath him body jolts, as his tongue lols to one slide and he lets out loud moan after moan, every pull out on deep breath in and every sharp thrust in a squeaked out moan until there is an even rhythm going.
Shiloh can feel it inside of him, the soft ridges against his prostate still playing and pushing around on it and the end blunting, pushing into the soft tissue of his insides with no care that it really shouldn’t be that far inside of him.
The demons quite impressed with this one, all the others by this stage were passed out, one even died, but no this one was different he was beautiful, his body was made for his dick, molded prefectly to take it without a hitch.
The perfect bride for him to steal away to the dark depth of hell forever and keep as his own person sex slave, he wanted to attack a collar to that slender neck, fix a lead onto the end, tie to the top of the bed post and watch him desperately try and get off on his dick while also making sure to not die of suffication.
He wanted to put him in a cage with a dildo and watch him cry out for his tentical dick to replace the piece of silcone.
This was the one, if Shiloh could get to the end of this night alive, he would gladly keep the man as his own for the rest of Earth's existence.
Treat him like a king and a bitch forever.
The horned man could see Shiloj was getting close, the way his lips pressed hard together and his hands tense as they tried to find something to hold onto, grabbing at the vines for support.
He looks down his dick and where the tentacle thing connects into him, before staring directly in the eyes of the other with his chestnut ones and cumming, hard, little spirts of milky liquid that lay on his stomach.
Shiloh eyes follow him as he leans down and licks like trail of cum off his chest before going back to ramming into him.
The pace turns into more of an animalistic runt to the end.
Shiloh gasping, his head was rushing, his limbs were as good for nothing cause of how tired he was and his lungs were screaming at him like he wasn’t breathing, even though he was.
He gave one last glimpse at the horned man before letting his eyes flutter close, not passed out but the act of having to keep them open was just too hard.
His bottom half clenching and twitching as the overstimulation starts to hit, every moment seeming like it's too fast but in slow motion.
The man above him looks down to see the overly exhausted boy and decides now would be the right time for the final test of resilience.
He pushed into two more times before cumming. Demon cum is different from human cum, there is a lot more of it and its a more thick, pumping it inside the man while smirking as he gasps and tries to push away from the overwhelming feeling of his intestines fulling up and bulging out.
A small pouch protruding from his lower stomach to make room for the liter of cum thats getting forced inside of him without any way of escaping out.
Shiloh woke up in a bed softer than any he had slept in before, light satin sheets covered him and looking up to see the four posts holding a deep red canopy up, and see see-through net covering all four sides to keep the occupant slightly sealed away from the rest of life.
He turned over to see the full body of the dream he had thought to be having.
Fuck it wasn’t a dream, but he lay there not moving, not wanting to move instead cuddle up to the man that had violently fucked him the night before and given him what could only be described as giving his insides a bath with the bucket of cum he must have produced from who knows where.
He doesn’t want to leave, not yet, it might have been forced but if he knew what he was signing up to from the start he would have ran at that dumb Adam dude, it was amazing and he wanted to live with this man for the rest of his life even though he had only known him so far as his weird ass dick.
Maybe he has daddy issues or something, but the feeling of pure love when he looked into that man's white eyes felt more daunting and true than anything he had ever felt before even fear.
The so-called man is now choosing this time to make a grand awakening.
Looking over at the man he his followers had chosen for him, the first one to survive the night, the one for him.
“You mine, you know that right?”
“Forever?”
“Forever”
The Demon pressed a soft kiss across his new pets nose before laying back and smiling up to the ceiling, it was going to be fun spoiling him to death.