Spirits

You find your eyes travelling the length of Father Stephan's body. He's tall and gaunt. A little older than you would normally go for and with longer hair than you'd normally expect to find on a priest.

His clothes have been torn. The way his flesh peaks out from the tears, glimpses of leg, of chest and of arm are a surprisingly strong turn on. For a reason you can't quite fathom the image of you sucking his cock through a tear in his trousers surfaces in your mind.

"Spirits," he says grimly, "Dear girl, I think the spirits may be the worst."

You're silent for a second, pausing to try and consider the news and battle with your growing attraction for the strange priest.

"They're a malign influence on one's mind. They whisper dark perversions to the unwary. Some have become mad with rage and violent, others have become gluttonous and eat themselves to **** on anything they can swallow and others have become dangerous sexual predators."

Stephan shakes his head sadly, "We've not been able to save anyone who's become possessed. In each case we've had to throw them out to the zombies and the other hunters from the Church."

Even as he priest breaks the news your mind conjures up the image of being spit-roasted between priest and boy. This time the teen's cock is in your mouth while the priest fucks you from behind.

"Oh.." you start to say, and your mental image betrays you as the priest moves his cock to your ass and you start to tease the boy's backside with your finger while you guzzle on his young dick. The image feels so real. You can feel your heart rate increase.

"I think..."