Matthew awoke to the sound of someone pounding on his bedroom door. The familiar voice of Mrs. Braden rang out: “Father!”
Matthew pulled himself out of bed. His limbs felt heavy and sore, the battle from the night before aching inside of him. He glanced down quickly to check if he had an erection – he did not – and opened the door to Mrs. Braden. “Yes?” he asked.
“Mrs. Murphy is here to see you. She says it’s urgent.”
Matthew noticed an unusual look of fear on Mrs. Braden’s plump face. Her face usually wore a smile, one that Matthew noticed made her cheeks lively and round. Even when she gossiped about bad behaviour, the smile that lurked in her green eyes could not been hidden by her busybody frown. But today her eyes did not smile at Matthew, and he saw her wringing her folded hands.
He put a hand on her arm and said, “I will change quickly.”
“I’ll – uhm,” Mrs. Braden’s eyes searched. “I’ll make tea. I swear I’ve never seen Mrs. Murphy so frightened. She always seems happy, even when she’s gossiping about Mrs. Gleeson’s son.”
Matthew tried not to laugh. “I will be quick.”
He closed the door and stepped out of his pyjamas. He put on his serge trousers and t-shirt. A quivering in his stomach made him put on his vestments instead of dressing for a casual Saturday. Matthew dropped a small breath mint into his mouth instead of brushing his teeth, and he sucked on it as he walked to the kitchen where Mrs. Murphy would undoubtedly be sitting. He swallowed it as he approached, not wanting to have it click between his teeth as he listened to the poor woman talk.
He sat down across from her with a gentle smile. “Mrs. Braden tells me you have a problem.”
“It’s my husband,” she said, frowning. “He won’t stop eating.”
Matthew blinked. Mr. Murphy certainly wasn’t one for restraint. Matthew heard from Mrs. Braden about the amount of time Mr. Murphy spent in bars with his friends, and Matthew himself found alcohol and onions on Mr. Murphy’s breath during confession. He knew, too, that Mrs. Murphy served generous proportions and was insulted if you didn’t finish them as she once caught him in a never-ending meal. Matthew said, “Perhaps you could explain further.”
Mrs. Murphy slammed her hands on the table, and both Matthew and Mrs. Braden jumped in response. Mrs. Murphy wailed, “What more is there to explain? He will not stop eating. He hasn’t stopped eating since he got up this morning.”
Matthew tried to sound sensitive as he asked, “Is it snack foods or…?”
“It’s unnatural!” Mrs. Murphy said, shaking her head. Matthew noticed several strands of hair hanging out of her loose bun. “He just keeps shovelling it and shovelling it in.”
“You want me to stop by and talk to him?” Matthew asked.
“I want you to put a cork in his mouth!” Mrs. Murphy said. She hesitated before adding, “At least until dinner.”
“Let me walk with you,” Matthew said, smoothing out his hair. “I will talk to him and get to the bottom of this issue.”
Matthew followed Mrs. Murphy to her house. He took the time to enjoy the early sunlight, his eyes checking for dewdrops on the leaves. His body throbbed only when he thought about the Demon from the night before. The pain lingered like the Demon’s rough touch. He pushed aside the thoughts, focussing on a butterfly nesting on a flower in Mrs. Murphy’s garden.
“Quick,” she said, “Come inside.”
Matthew went inside, but he lingered in the doorway when his eyes took in the sight before him. Mr. Murphy sat on a reclined chair, his stomach bulging out of a polo shirt. Beside him sat a TV tray covered in sandwiches, potato chips, what appeared to be a leg of ham, and a large bowl of assorted fruits. “I’d like to know where he found the time to get this,” Mrs. Murphy said. “The lawn needs to be cut, you know.”
Mr. Murphy waved Mrs. Murphy away, taking a bite out of another sandwich.
But it wasn’t the food, the sight of Mr. Murphy, or Mrs. Murphy words that kept Matthew in the doorway. A large demon – larger than his Demon from the night before – stood over Mr. Murphy, feeding him. The words ‘hell on earth’ sat on the tip of Matthew’s tongue, but he swallowed them. He said to Mrs. Murphy, “What do you see here?”
Mrs. Murphy gave Matthew an exasperated look he decided he should have expected. She said, “Please, excuse my language Father, but I see my fat ass husband sitting around and stuffing his fat ass face with food that cost too much wasting time that we don’t have. Don’t you have something you want to say to him, Father?”
“Perhaps you will allow me to speak to your husband in private,” Matthew said.
Mrs. Murphy snorted, but moved into the kitchen. Matthew noticed her peeking in, and he waved her away. He said nothing, at first. He examined the demon. His eyes ran up its faun legs, bob tail, muscular frame, reaching its curly hair and thick, twisted horns. He examined the face, last, seeing the sharp, yellow eyes watching him.
Matthew looked away, and through the window he saw Mrs. Murphy kneeled over while she worked in the garden. With the gossip out of earshot, Matthew approached the demon and asked, “Does he realize what is happening to him?”
The demon smiled, showing his row of sharp, white teeth. He glanced at Mr. Murphy’s whose eyes rolled back as he chewed with a smile. The demon rubbed his stomach, and through his socks Matthew saw the man’s toes curl. “Beat it,” the demon whispered.
So Mrs. Murphy only saw Mr. Murphy feeding himself. Matthew wondered if Mrs. Braden had walked in on him last night if she would have seen him masturbating aggressively while tearing apart his clothes and study. Matthew smiled and wondered if she would have been surprised.
He turned back to the demon, who winked at him. Matthew’s face stiffened and he repeated, “Does he know what’s happening to him? Is he conscious of his surroundings?”
The demon shrugged. “Do you remember last night?” And the demon’s teeth gleamed again.
Matthew felt his cheeks burn, and he looked at Mr. Murphy. Mr. Murphy didn’t acknowledge Matthew, but he opened his mouth. Matthew watched the demon cut up an apple with his claws and fed Mr. Murphy a slice slowly, pressing the juicy edges against Mr. Murphy’s lips. Mr. Murphy squirmed in anticipation, reaching out his tongue to taste the apple. As the demon released the slice, Mr. Murphy let out a “mmm” as he chewed with a smile that spread into his eyes. Then he opened his mouth for another.
“We’re just giving everyone what they want,” the demon said as he fed Mr. Murphy another slice. “There’s no need to get all priestly about things.”
“He could die,” Matthew said. “He could throw up. He could burst.”
“And he could be struck by a car when crossing the street to get fuel for his lawnmower,” the demon said. “Leave us alone and you will keep receiving what you want.”
“I do not want It,” Matthew replied, firmly.
The demon laughed and said, “Then you will get It until you do want It.”
Matthew clenched his fists as he stared at the demon. Maybe he wasn’t the best priest. Maybe members of his flock aroused sexual desires within him. Maybe some members of his flock hit their spouses and drank too much and still came to Church anyway. Maybe he would preach until his tongue dropped out and writhed on the floor without any of them noticing. Maybe couldn’t change them. Maybe he couldn’t fix all their problems.
But this. This he could fix.
He stormed off deeper into the Murphy household. He stepped into their master bedroom and saw the large wooden cross hanging on the wall. Matthew took it down, feeling its weight in his hand. He kissed it, blessed himself under his breath, and then he walked back into the main room. The demon didn’t even look up to acknowledge him.
Matthew stared at him again. Somehow the demon seemed taller, its horns more twisted. He saw a healthy set of human testicles hanging between its faun legs. “That’s not my area of expertise,” the demon said, smiling again at Matthew.
“Out!” Matthew said, holding out the cross towards the demon.
“Come on now,” the demon said. “Don’t do that. I’m just giving the guy a good time. It’s what he wants.”
“Well, that very well may be so, but he doesn’t need you to do it,” Matthew snapped. He felt strength ripple through him as he held out the cross, and he wondered if God watched him today.
He stepped forward again, and he watched the demon back up, one hoof behind the other. Matthew tried to see fear in the demon’s face, but he still smiled at Matthew as he backed towards the door. “This house is under my protection,” Matthew said.
“Of course,” the demon replied. “Sorry for the intrusion.”
Matthew frowned. He looked down to Mr. Murphy who frowned and quivered. He held his stomach tightly, his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a pained frown.
Matthew turned back to the demon and bellowed, “Get out!”
And the demon was gone with a blink. Matthew feared the demon simply moved into another house, but he decided to worry about that later. He went to Mr. Murphy’s side and put a hand on his shoulder. Mr. Murphy promptly heaved himself forward in his chair and threw up on the floor and Matthew’s shoes. Matthew’s frown stayed firm as he looked at the damage.
But only the vomit stayed on the floor. The food disappeared from sight, though it seemed to have a real enough effect.
Mr. Murphy heaved himself out of the chair and ran to the bathroom. Matthew heard him loudly regurgitating his binge. Mrs. Murphy came charging inside – Matthew wondered what she saw through the window – and said, “You got the demon out of him, did you, Father?”
Matthew smiled softly and said, “Yes. Though I am afraid I created a small mess.”
“Oh, don’t worry yourself one bit, Father. At least he’s stopped eating. I swear he put on ten pounds since this morning, hopefully he’s spewing them back out.”
Matthew only gave the same small smile.
“Well, you better be on your way, Father,” Mrs. Murphy said. “I am sure you have your morning routine to get back to.”
“Oh yes,” Matthew said.
He handed Mrs. Murphy her cross, and she stared at it as if she hadn’t noticed it in his hands before. She said, “Why, Father, whatever did you need this cross for?”
Matthew shrugged. “Just dramatics, I suppose. May I suggest moving it to the central area of your house? You may feel better with it watching over you.”
“Well, maybe I will,” Mrs. Murphy said. “Thank you, Father.”
And Matthew walked out of the house with a pensive expression. He worried about these demons, and why this particular demon left so easily when he had to fight off his own.
However, he learned that answer that night. He relaxed in bed in his favourite blue silk pyjamas, the bizarre events of the morning just starting to return to him now that his mind emptied to prepare itself for sleep. He found himself tensing, deciding that he would stop by members of his flock’s houses the following day to check for demons.
But what pretence could he use? He certainly couldn’t simply say he was inspecting for demons.
His thoughts were broken as a familiar scratching came from his study.
It was ridiculous, he decided. He imagined the noise. He had defeated the Demon last night. And those footsteps he heard, well, he imagined them too.
But Matthew saw it, his Demon standing in the doorway. He saw the cross burned onto the Demon’s chest, and he caught a full glimpse of the Demon. It’s body was the burnt red he remembered, but the Demon’s chest, face, stomach, empty groin, and rear was coloured a fleshy tone, and it seemed to shift it’s shades as Matthew thoughts. As the Demon stepped forward, Matthew saw its face constantly shifting, for a moment he thought it looked like Dr. McDonagh, except its eyes were still the bright yellow. It smiled with Dr. McDonagh’s face, its pierced, purple tongue running across his too white and too sharp teeth.
Matthew sat up in his bed and said, “Get back!”
But he had no cross in his hands. He glanced for it nearby only to see a glass of water on his nightstand. The Demon slunk forward, and Matthew felt a sudden weight on his shoulders. He tilted his head upwards to see Mr. Murphy’s demon digging his claws into Matthew’s shoulders. “Hi,” the demon said.
“Wait,” Matthew said, watching the Demon run its hand along the end of the bed. “Wait.”
“Why?” the demon asked. “Do you prefer to be teased?”
Matthew felt his shoulders hunching slightly as he whimpered, “These are my favourite pyjamas.”
“Well, you’re welcome to take them off,” the demon said.
Matthew glanced at the cross above his dresser and took off his pyjama bottoms. He folded them into his lap and then unbuttoned the top. He saw the bruises and nicks from the night before, and he felt the demon’s claws release him as he took off his top. However, when Matthew tried to pull away from the bed, the demon’s claws sunk back into him.
“I was just going to put them on the dresser,” Matthew explained.
“They’ll be safe on the floor,” the demon replied.
Matthew set them down on the floor, feeling the demon’s claws cut under his skin as he moved. He closed his eyes, praying for a solution to come to him. But he only felt a mouth kissing his pelvis, a tail curling around his thigh. He arched upwards unintentionally, feeling the slick tail pressing against his asshole again.
Matthew opened his eyes to look at the demon above him. The demon grinned and said, “Are you confused?”
Matthew winced as the tail pressed into him. He reached out for the Demon, grasping its horns in his hands and trying to push it away. The other demon’s claws tightened on him, but Matthew bit his lip to suppress the pain while he tried to kick the Demon off of him. The other demon forced Matthew down onto the bed fully, and he pressed Matthew’s hands together as if in prayer. After the demon released his hands, however, his hands clung to each other even after Matthew tried pulling them apart. Matthew squinted at his hands and realized the flesh had merged, his hands suddenly joined as one.
He tried to pull them apart again anyway, he knew it had to be an illusion, but they clung together regardless. And then the Demon’s tail pushed deeper inside of him, pumping in and out of him at a shallow depth. Matthew arched against it instinctively, cursing himself internally. The Demon sat on his legs to keep him from kicking, and Matthew curled his toes as he bit his bottom lip again.
He felt the other demon’s lips against his ear. The demon murmured, “I’m Gluttony, do you understand? While I’m most often associated with an excess of food, I actually represent an excess of anything, like, hmm, shall we say sex?”
Matthew scowled at him. The dreams came flooding back to him, the dreams where he could never get enough sex. The dream would last hours and he’d ride and be ridden – he’d suck and be sucked – and he’s wake up throbbing so much it would ache.
And he felt himself aching now. His erection pulsed, his Demon staring at it as if his cock was a snake for it to charm.
The demon Gluttony purred, “Matthew, I’m here to make sure you get stuffed to the brim with sex.” He felt the Demon force its tail deeper, and his hips bucked upwards mechanically. Gluttony continued, “You remember dear Mr. Murphy, right? That’s what we’re going to do for you. And I figure within the hour you’ll be smiling and opening your mouth for more.”
Matthew gritted his teeth, narrowing his blue eyes at Gluttony. His legs squirmed underneath his Demon, but the Demon stayed firmly on top of him. He said, “I thought you said this wasn’t your speciality.”
Gluttony shrugged and said, “There’re two of us for you now. We’ll work together and figure something out.” He winked at Matthew.
Matthew felt the warm lips kiss the head of his erection. He felt the tail pumping in and out of him, reaching deeper and deeper. Gluttony kept his weight on Matthew’s shoulders, and Matthew squeezed his eyes shut as the Demon’s warm mouth enveloped his erection.
Gasping, Matthew said, “So this is Lust?”
He caught his Demon’s yellow eyes glancing at him again. Its tongue flicked against his shaft. Gluttony replied, “I think Asmadai is more appropriate for him.”
The Demon’s claws dug into Matthew’s thighs, pulling him into its mouth before pushing him back onto its tail. Matthew felt its long tongue circling his cock as it sucked, a hot steel ball planted in its tongue teased his shaft.
He bit his tongue to keep from groaning. His lost control of his hips that bucked upwards into the Demon’s mouth before back down onto the Demon’s thrusting tail. His hands squirmed above him. He held back a moan to say, “But it is lust, isn’t it?”
Gluttony just shrugged, and Asmadai’s heat surged through him. Matthew wanted more. And at that realization, Matthew squirmed again. He tried to slide his legs out from under the Demon, he tried to hit anything with his bound arms, he tried to sit up and fight. Two sets of claws dug deeper into him, keeping him firmly contained on the bed, slicing through and contrasting with the sharp pleasure.
Asmadai pulled Matthew’s hips off the bed with its claws. Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the fierce pain and warm pleasure. He felt Asmadai’s lips against his pelvis as it took all of his erection into its mouth. The wide spade tail reached its destination too, slamming as deep as it could inside of Matthew. He felt Asmadai’s slick throat around his cock, its edges pulsating against the head of his erection while the pierced tongue teased the shaft. He squirmed in lust, feeling himself starting to peak.
The tail pounded into him, Asmadai making sure the length of its tail rubbed up against Matthew’s prostate as it writhed inside of him. Matthew tasted the tinny blood from his tongue, desperately trying to contain moans of pleasure. He wanted more. He didn’t want it to stop. His body tried bucking again, but Asmadai’s claws kept him from moving, even in agreement. His breathes grew heavy, Asmadai deep-throating him in its inhuman, pleasurable way while its tail stretched and ravaged his ass. He could feel his blood crawling out against Asmadai’s claws and tail, but none of that mattered. He could see the white stars in front of his eyes as he wondered why something that felt so good and spiritual was so unholy. But he was almost there. He’d spread his seed into the Demon’s mouth and he’d feel perfect.
He opened his mouth to gasp.
But then it all stopped. Asmadai released him. He opened his eyes to protest and remembered his situations. The demons. His rape. But he still wanted both releases – he wanted his orgasm and his escape from the demons. His eyes shot to the cross – he could jerk off later to some less sinful thoughts. His hands, he realized, were parted. But just as he sat up, Gluttony forced him back down. Despite himself, Matthew felt a surge of excitement through him and his erection throbbed. Nonetheless He gritted his teeth in frustration.
He raised his eyes to glare at Gluttony, but the sight of the demon’s erection distracted him. “This is just here to make sure you stay hard,” Gluttony said.
Matthew knew better than to open his mouth. He could see the translucent seed dripping from Gluttony’s erection, and he wondered for a moment if it was one of the first things Mr. Murphy tasted. He wished he had a way to clamp his mouth shut.
He felt Asmadai’s weight back on his legs, the claws back teasing the flesh on his thighs. He kept his teeth grit, his lips locked. But Asmadai slammed its tail back into him, and he opened his mouth to groan as he came into the air. His groan was cut short as Gluttony forced his cock into Matthew’s mouth. Matthew bit down, but he found the cock didn’t bend or tear under his teeth. It simply stayed as if it were a block for him to bite down on.
He tried to push Gluttony away from him, but Gluttony kept his hand on the back of Matthew’s head, his claws digging into his scalp. Even though he didn’t suck, he felt the seed spilling into his mouth. And with the seed in him, his cock suddenly firmed up and throbbed painfully again. Matthew continued to try to push Gluttony off of him, but Gluttony didn’t even need to tighten his grip on Matthew’s head.
Matthew felt a tight, wet opening press against the head of his erection. He knew it was Asmadai’s opening, but he hadn’t seen genitals on the Demon before, so he had no knowledge of what part it would be. Certainly an asshole wouldn’t be that slick, but the Demon’s tail did seem to self-lubricate. Similarly, he never imagined a vagina to be so tight, almost as if it was made for his cock to stretch it.
But, of course, he didn’t know what any of the real things felt like, and Matthew sinfully wondered if he committed himself to the Lord too early as Asmadai pressed onto him. Matthew exhaled and grabbed the sheets. Gluttony bucked into his mouth, and Matthew tried to focus on the unwanted pleasure on his erection. He felt the heat rising to his cheeks, his body arching in response. Asmadai ran its claws along his chest, teasing it instead of cutting it. Asmadai pressed harder on top him, and he groaned against Gluttony’s cock as he came.
Gluttony forced more seed into Matthew’s mouth, keeping Matthew erect. Exhaustion hung throughout Matthew’s limbs, but Asmadai gently rode him, slowly taking more and more of Matthew inside of him. Matthew found himself going limp, his whole body aching, but only one part of him aching with want.
He did not need more. He tried to pull away from Gluttony who only tightened his grip on his light brown hair. Matthew only noted afterwards that he had not fought that hard. His hips bucked upwards as Asmadai pressed against him. He opened his eyes narrowly, trying again to find an escape. Asmadai ran its tongue up the middle of his chest, pausing to individually tease his nipples. He squirmed and bucked again, Asmadai pushing down onto him.
Matthew listlessly stared at the glass of water on the nightstand. He bit down on Gluttony again as Asmadai slammed down onto him, sending a wince of pain through his body. He felt more of the warm seed spill down his throat, and he felt as if he lost control of his hips as he thrusted back into the Demon.
He thought how nice the glass of water would feel going down his throat as Asmadai bit down on his nipple. Then his thoughts finally clicked together.
Matthew reached out to hold the glass of water, and he murmured a blessing with Gluttony’s cock in his mouth, hoping the effect would still work. Asmadai stopped moving against Matthew to stare curiously at him, but Gluttony dug his nails into Matthew’s head and said, “I would suggest you stop.”
Matthew’s blessing ended, and he smashed the glass of water into Gluttony’s chest. He smelt the flesh burning as Gluttony hissed at him. Matthew cut his fingers as he drove the pieces of glass into Gluttony’s chest. The weight of Asmadai left him, and Matthew ran for the cross on his wall. He smashed it into Gluttony’s head, and the demon hunched over in pain, grasping at his dissolving chest. Matthew hit him again and Gluttony lay on the ground, writhing. Matthew slammed the cross against him twice more before the demon stopped moving, only leaving an unsettling smell emanating off of him.
He turned to face his Demon who backed away. “He is gone,” Asmadai said.
“You’re next,” Matthew replied through gritted teeth.
Asmadai shrugged as it backed away from Matthew. “I am not so certain, but he will not bother you anymore.”
“Are there more? Matthew asked.
“Of course,” Asmadai replied, continuing its progression out of the room. “There are more Gluttonies and there are others, too, of course. However, I believe you removed the only Gluttony in your flock.”
“Why are you here?” Matthew asked. He felt his grip on his cross lighten, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Asmadai waved a finger at Matthew, scolding him. “We cannot tell you everything. Some things you need to learn.”
“Do you represent lust then?” Matthew asked.
“The only thing you need to know about me, dear Matthew,” the Demon replied with a sharp smile, “is that I’m yours.”
Matthew winced. He felt an uncontrolled pang of desire surge through him. Quite simply, he liked the idea of having his own escape from the world. He fantasized often about having a member of his flock that was his – one he could talk to and confide in, one to curl up with at night and listen to their mundane daily routine with interest.
“I must say,” Asmadai added, its face shifting as it stepped into Matthew’s study, “I do not like sharing. Try to take care of the other demons before you get home, okay?”
Matthew frowned at the Demon’s mocking smile. Of course, this monster could never fulfil that role. It was a demon, a sin, a beast from hell. “You just crawl back into that hole, little Demon, and you’ll live to screw another day.”
“You mean I’ll live to screw you another day,” Asmadai said as it moved into the hole.
“I don’t think you’ll live that long.”
Asmadai flashed its grin to say, “We’ll see.”
And then Matthew was alone.
He exhaled and walked back to his bedroom. Gluttony’s body had vanished, but the mess from the room had not. He decided to change the sheets first.