She'll run some tests to see what can calm him down

Broomi strained her brain and tilted her head back and forth. "Ya know... you said you've never met another incubus before, right? So like... I get that the church doesn't know much about them, but is it pretty safe to say you don't know a lot about them either?" she questioned, pressing her fist to her chin and raising her eyebrows.

"Well... yeah. I only know what I just told you," Brocken agreed.

"Sure. So what I'm getting at is... you say that this erection never goes away. Are you sure about that?"

"Of course I'm sure," he grumbled. "I mean, it's worse than ever now that the church and the knights passed their stupid rule... I can barely go two seconds without thinking about fucking something. But even before that, if I masturbated, it wouldn't go away and I'd just shoot that infernal jizz all over everything. It's useless."

Broomi found herself thinking what that must look like... for just a moment... before shaking her head and pushing the image out. "Okay, but... Have you ever done anything else? Like... have you visited a doctor or a sorcerer of some kind?"

"'Oh, hello there, I'm a demon with a giant, curved, pointed cock. Can you take a look at that for me?'" he joked, gesturing down at where his massive incubus dick would be displayed.

Broomi laughed in spite of herself, realizing now that the question had been dumb. "Okay, okay..." she sighed, then pulled the cover off of herself, sitting up fully on the bed. "Well... what else have you tried?"

"What else is there to try?" he responded in a dull monotone. "I've tried to **** it down. I've tried thinking about the most unappealing thing I can imagine. I've tried just sitting there and masturbating, more and more and more. I've-"

"Wait. Why were you using my habit when I came in here?" she asked, suddenly remembering that detail and adopting an angry frown as she did. "I have to buy a new one to replace that one now, you know!"

The boy's face turned momentarily red for a moment and he folded both of hands at his lap deliberately, not managing to make it look like a natural gesture. "Well... I have to admit, if I use it... There is a certain relief," he admitted in a quiet mumble.

"Huh? Wait... So this isn't the first time?"

"Look, I use it from time to time!" he explained through clenched teeth. "You don't understand... It's constantly, constantly throbbing! When I use your habit, for some reason, it goes away for just a bit, like some kind of salve. I'm sorry I punched holes in it this time, but... when I think about the town the way it is now, and worse, when I imagine you-" he started, then bit his tongue. "Your church... getting up to whatever sexual activities out there... It just gets even worse," he winced, apparently suffering even now.

"So... You're saying... You have a fetish for nun habits? You wanna just wear one wrapped around your cock?" Broomi offered, unable to help herself as she giggled at the suggestion.

"No," the boy sighed. "It doesn't work that way. I admit, I tried taking one off someone's clothesline once and doing it that way. It doesn't work. It can't be just any habit... it has to be one of yours."

The girl's laughter stopped and she blinked her eyes, beginning to feel color rising to her own face as well. "Huh? Uh... Why? Am I like... more divine or something because I'm the confessor? Do I have some kind of hidden magic abilities?" she asked, staring down at her own hands. "I don't get it. Why mine?"

"Hell if I know..." the boy sighed deeply, his eyes looking his adoptive sister up and down in a way that was not terribly discreet, before he cast them back towards the window.

"Uh oh," Broomi thought to herself for the umpteenth time today. "I think I see where this is going. Better do some tests... Geod, watch over... You know what? Don't watch, ya pervert," she scolded the divine being internally.