Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2005 03:46:05 -0500
From: Alexander St. Clair <bloodstone.eyes@gmail.com>
Subject: Thank the heavens part 1

	DISCLAIMER: I am in no way responsible for any damages, effects, or
repurcussions due to the reading of this story. If it is illegal to be
reading this story, I strongly suggest you do not read it. Thank you.

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	"Thank the heavens," an elderly attendant said breathlessly. "We've
been sending messengers to your house for weeks."
	In the dusky light of the castle, a man stepped through the
now-open door. His hair was black as the night and his blue eyes seemed to
light his way in like lanterns. Though adorned with a priest's cassock, he
was far from lithe or frail. His tall, toned frame seemed to heave with
fatigue.
	"It was no picnic to get here," the priest said. "From my house
it's a considerable distance--even by horseback."
	"I apologize greatly, Reverend Gelson, but it's a matter of some
importance."
	"Show me then," Gelson said tiredly, as royal etiquette sunk
in. "If you would."
	Gelson followed the hoary gentleman through one winding corridor
after another. His head slowly bobbed from exhaustion. He personally hated
these "exorcisms" he was called on to perform.  Personally, deep down, he
did not believe that there were any evil spirits. Not willing to cast aside
the collar, however, he had to play along with those who believed in
them. Usually they'd jump up and down with fractured "Hallelujah!"s and be
happy that they could blame their sins on something else. It was bad enough
when the common people did it, but the Royal Family was the worst customer.
	Finally the older man stopped. He stopped to pluck at his beard a
moment and gave a small warning.
	"It's not right in there, Father."
	Gelson raised an eyebrow. "Not right?"
	The old gentleman sighed. "The prince was such a sweet lad. Now,
well..."
	"Hatred? Wrathful?" Gelson ventured. He usually expected the two.
	"I can't speak such things," the man concluded. "Just be careful."
	Gelson nodded uneasily as he entered the room. The attendant
quickly closed the door behind him and locked it.

	Gelson was expecting to see some sort of horrible display:
pentagrams, blood stains, and self-mutilation were usually present. It was
typically a method to distract the priest from the sin and force him to
focus on the blasphemous false spirit. Gelson had played along with those,
but nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see.
	Lit by dim candle-light, a naked form lay uncovered on top of the
silken bedspread. That's not what was strange. What was strange was that
the form was that of the young prince and he was furiously masturbating
with both hands, bucking his hips into his hands and completely ignoring
Gelson.
	The second that the prince had ignored him, Gelson knew that
something was not right. He had seen acts of depravity occur while in this
"possessed" state, but they always did it to attract as much attention as
possible. This was sheer enjoyment coupled with grunts and loud moans.
	"Prince Cion," Gelson said genially. "I see you're enjoying
yourself, do you need anything?"
	As soon as Gelson spoke, Cion slowed down his almost painful rhythm
to eventually stopping. He placed his hands behind his head and looked to
his stiff cock, which Gelson guessed had to have been close to ten or
eleven inches long. Clear fluid leaked out in rivulets all over the
hardened shaft.
	"You like it?" the prince said in a boyish voice.
	Gelson swallowed hard. Immediately he became conflicted. On one
hand he was a priest. He could simply chant his prayers until either of
them gave up and the entire incident would be at the mercy of the Church's
confidentiality.
	However, the other option made something stir in Gelson's lap. The
truth was that he was always attracted to men and, especially, boys. This
fine young prince, no doubt made strong for war with practice, was as
strong as he was beautiful. His hazel eyes glittered impishly in the
candle-light and his red lips pouted to be kissed. Cion ran his fingers
through his short earth-colored hair. It would be so easy to take him right
here...right now...
	No, thought Gelson. If anyone caught me doing such a thing, I would
be easily--
	His thoughts were interrupted by the young Prince Cion standing
naked in front of him. Red flames danced in his eyes and his mouth was
twisted into a wicked smirk. He extended a finger and fondled Gelson's
crucifix.
	"Mmm," Cion moaned in a much lower voice. "This is going to be so
much fun."
	Before he had any idea of what the "fun" was going to entail,
Gelson was frozen by an unseen force. It paralyzed his movement and his
mind screamed to be released. Still grinning madly, Cion clutched Gelson's
clothing in a tight fist and tore them off in tattered threads.  Gelson's
bare chest showed to be quite developed, which Cion seemed to relish. He
came closer and teased one of his hardened nipples with his tongue, sucking
gently.  Gelson, with a mix of horror and pleasure, tried again to move and
failed.
	"Tsk," Cion said. "It looks like you're not man enough to do what
you really want to, so I'll have to take over."
	Cion, eyes blazing with fire, clutched the much taller Gelson by
the waistband of his pants and effortlessly threw him onto the bed with one
hand. Gelson was shocked and suddenly became aware that something more
might be involved.
	Cion was naked and proud and sat dominantly on Gelson's chest. He
quickly began to rub his hard member all over Gelson's developed chest,
leaking precum over the priest.
	"I need a name to scream," Cion said in a falsely demure fashion.
"I'll use your first name: Dero."
	Gelson's heart pounded. No one had known his name for years. He had
kept his name a secret so that his past might not be uncovered. Now this
prince seemed to know something he made sure no one would. This both
excited and petrified him, but his erect penis strained to be released.
	"All right then, Dero," Cion said, laughing. "I'll have my fun and
then you can have yours. After that, we'll bargain.
	"Bargain for what?" the befuddled priest asked.
	Without answering him, Cion pushed his hard lance into Gelson's
mouth. Disregarding Gelson's obvious gagging, he kept thrusting in and out
to his own demented rhythm. Eventually, Gelson was deep-throating him and
had his nose directly in his neatly-trimmed pubic hair.
	"You can do better than that," Cion chided, thrusting into his
mouth.
	Gelson realized that he would have to continue this sexual act if
he was to reach the boy--or whatever was inside of him. He sucked hard on
the extended bone in his throat, causing the lusty Cion to writhe in the
grips of climax.
	"Heh," Cion grunted, quickly pulling out. He jacked hard on his
pole and screamed an inhuman wail as a fountain of hot white seed sprayed
all over Gelson's face and bare chest. Much more came out than any normal
person as liters of the white fluid shot the ceiling and headboard.  Gelson
was horrified, but could not resist lapping up any in reach of his
tongue. The sheer surrealism of the event only made the tent in his pants
bigger.
	  Cion was still writhing in an orgasmic fit as he tugged fiercely
on his own equipment.  He visibly enjoyed beating his member and tugging on
his enlarged sack as the streams of cum eventually slowed to a
dribble. Quite exhausted, he flopped down onto the priest's chest and
admired his handsome face.
	"You know," Cion said, sampling some of his own seed with an
outstretched finger, "the boy really loves you."
	The words struck daggers into Gelson's heart. He had been here for
services before, naturally, but Cion had always been out of sight and well
away from all the hustle and bustle. If he had seen him...maybe...
	"I desire to free him," Gelson rasped. "In the name of the Father,
I order you to leave him!"
	Cion simply grinned.
	"In nomine patru...."
	Cion's tongue ran over Gelson's left cheek.
	"Dero," Cion whispered, "I'm not your average demon. I will leave,
but only if you do what I ask. Fair enough?"
	The weight of the young prince ground painfully against Gelson's
erection. Gelson moaned as the silky youth rubbed purposely through his
pants.
	"All right," Gelson gasped. "What do you want?"
	"I want," Cion said grinning, "you to fuck me."
	Gelson nodded, but the terms were not exactly as agreed upon. The
demon quickly exited Cion, sending the body of the now-freed youth to the
floor. Instead of leaping to his rescue, however, Gelson was enthralled by
the very tall demon before him.
	The demon was not grotesque or discolored. He had fierce eyes and
rippled from head to toe with bulging muscles. His long red hair played
like flames over his back and chest, where a runic tattoo was.
Unsurprisingly, he was extremely well-endowed. He stood, sizing up the
situation and fondling his massive balls.
	Gelson gulped. The demon's magic had kept him frozen, but he
realized that he was now free. He stood up, still clad in only his pants,
and looked up at the demon who was much taller than him.
	"My name is Balorel," the demon spoke in a sexy, sonorous voice.
"Begin. Now."
	Gelson, boiling with lust, unbuttoned his too-tight black pants and
cast them to the side.  While the demon had very little hair on him, Gelson
was covered in masculine dark fibers. It gathered thickly around his groin,
where a nine-inch erection stood at attention. Balorel seemed pleased.
	Gelson had no idea what to do next. He walked up cautiously behind
Balorel and began to probe with his hands. He ran his hands up and down
Balorel's massive uncut cock, causing Balorel to trill with ecstasy.
	"Go!" he screamed. "Now!"
	Gelson took it as an opportunity and plunged his pole into
Balorel's juicy opening. He moaned with the pleasure of being inside
something so warm and alive.  It seemed to constantly pull on his rod,
which sent faint shivers down Gelson's spine. He easily worked into it
until he was at a pounding rhythm. He clutched the firm, muscular ass of
the demon and breathed in deep, jagged breaths.
	"Humiliate me!" the demon ordered, working at his own lance with
measured strokes. "Hurt me!"
	Gelson was inflamed by the command and began to pound harshly into
Balorel's accepting asshole.
	"You fucking whore!" Gelson spat. "You're my cock-loving manwhore
and you're going to show me what a little boycunt like you can do!"
	The words coursed like venom through the air. The demon seemed
genuinely surprised until a hard smack on the ass sent him reeling. Gelson
took advantage and shoved Balorel onto his hands and knees. Gelson took
advantage of the position and began to resume his thrusting, this time
fondling Balorel's thick member. It was a quick breath before stream after
stream shot from Balorel's thick cock.. It sprayed over the floor and
collected in a puddle.
	"You love this, you slut, don't you?" Gelson growled. "Now I'm
going to show you what a real man's cum is like."
	Gelson pulled out of Balorel's tight hole and walked to the front.
	"Please, master," Balorel begged.
	"Yeah, you'll get it," Gelson said, rapidly pumping his staff. He
let out a gurgle and a primal scream as a burst of thick cream coated
Balorel's face, hair, and chest. It flowed down and Balorel licked a little
up.
	Exhausted from the ordeal, and quite ashamed, Gelson sat on the bed
and started to pray for forgiveness. Balorel was genuinely impressed.
	"Such passion," the demon said smiling. "We have room for you in
our order."
	Gelson thought partially about his own faith and the memories of
suppression and pain came flooding back. He became aware of the sinful
pleasures he enjoyed and knew that he would rather enjoy them than not. His
prayers subsided and a deep sigh erupted from his lungs. With a nod, it was
done.
	Balorel took the unconscious boy and effortlessly lifted him over
his shoulder.
	"Let's go," he said. "We fly."