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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Company Priest\nKink-Tober 20: Sex-Religion: Pussy\nFor Mizzu\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nHuxson Sabini was the head of maintenance for Matriarch Madeline's Accounting and Associates, and he lived in the basement of their skyscraper. It was not so much by choice - though he did not mind it - but rather through the directions of the matriarch herself. Matriarch Madeline had been very direct when she said that she wanted 'that pussy-eating priest' to live in her building, rent-free. \n\nWell, not entirely 'rent-free', but considering the payment, Huxson couldn't complain too much. \n\nThe alligator had finished his work for the day and was kneeling to the shrine in the back of his little basement dwelling. Situated at the back of his office and consisting of a cot, a fridge, a few private cubbies, and a small collection of other amenities, it was not even as good as a studio apartment. It was, however, free, and it was comfortable enough for someone of his size. Finding a bed that could accommodate someone that was just over seven feet tall was nearly as much of a struggle as finding an apartment building that would be willing to rent to someone with a cock these days. \n\nHuxson bowed his head to the floor, holding it there. His hands were at either side of his head as he whispered his prayers. \n\n\"Hail, great life-giver, who birthed us all,\" he whispered, his snout pressed to the floor and his lips barely moving. \"Hail the slit that brought us into the world. Hail the great mother. Hail that which gives us life, and that which raised us, and that which calls us to give life again.\"\n\nIt was a simple mantra, one that he and all others had learned as they reached adulthood. The women of the world held power, and they held it from being the source of all life. It was their duty, as those lacking in such capability, to make sure that their life was as good as possible. \n\nHe lifted his head from the ground, looking up at the idol. It was the same as what every home had: a core of a woman, running from the upper thighs to the bellybutton, legs spread with the vagina just slightly open. The clit stood out in stark relief compared to the rest of it, showing off just how aroused the model had been at the time. As a poor man, his was made of wood, but he had seen others that were made of ceramic, or steel, or even a few that were made of gold. The important thing was to have one in a way that showed just how devoted one was to the more powerful sex. \n\nHuxson lifted his head, kissing the clit before continuing his worship along the thighs. Each motion was practiced, gentle, something that he had done a hundred thousand times over the course of his fifty-three years of life. Being part of the Church of the Matriarch meant that he had to show just how well he could serve the women in his life, and this was no exception. \n\nUnder the teachings of the Church of the Matriarch, men - or at least, those with cocks - were considered less than those with vaginas. Those that had shafts, balls, cum to spill, were seen as immature, meant to be taken care of by the Matriarchs and those that would become matriarchs. Those same teachings meant that his current position, head of maintenance, was likely the highest that he would see in his life. With a cock hanging between his legs, there was little point of dreaming for anything better. \n\nUnlike some, Huxson was fine with that. He had known for years that he was little more than the method by which others would take pleasure in life. The alligator was fine with giving them what they wanted and making a living at the bottom of the pile. \n\nMost of the time, at least. \n\nAs he dragged his tongue up the idol, giving the slit a final kiss and one last lap of affection, he pulled his head back. The next step was to meditate on the lessons of worship, but his mind was drifting, going off to the Matriarch that owned the company. Madeline had been considering offering him another position, giving him something closer to her rather than being so publicly available. The rumors had been considered scandal by most of the other women on the executive board, but - \n\nNo, he knew better than to give it too much credence. While it would be interesting to be the crocodile's lover - not merely her priest, but her lover - he knew better than to hope for it. That way lay disappointment and depression. Better to be content with his lot in life and just go with it. \n\nSo, he rested his hands on his knees and focused on breathing. In, out, in, out, the rough fabric of the janitor's jumpsuit he wore grinding against him as he tried to focus on the beauty of the slit, the pussy, the source of life. The more that he thought of it, the more that the tension of religious ecstasy - and, admittedly, an erection - surged through him. Huxson pushed the thought of his hard-on to the side, trying to keep his thoughts purely on the beauty of the Matriarchs and what they did - \n\nSlippery. \n\nWet. \n\nMusky. \n\nNeedy. \n\nThe alligator had been buried between enough thighs to know the smell of pussy quite intimately. This was no exception. A little shiver ran down his spine, his cock throbbing upward between his legs as he imagined himself there again. Perhaps between Matriarch Madeline's scaly thighs, slender and gentle, her sex pressed against his nose as a reward for doing well. Or perhaps Matriarch Sarah, her feline pussy grinding up and down against his tongue, soaking his face in slick the way that she always did. Or perhaps - \n\nClick. \n\nThump. \n\nHuxson was drawn out of his meditations and his face went flat. There was only one person that would open his office like that. The Matriarchs were mostly respectful, but even the most joking of them would at least knock rather than just using a key to open the door. Likewise, his team wouldn't have a key, nor would they just throw the door open with a thump against the wall and make damage that they would have to fix. And there were not many that would come to him directly rather than using the phone. \n\nAll that meant - \n\n\"Well, well, well, the old man is kneeling for pussy again. The only way that you can get any to worship these days, isn't it?\" \n\nRichard. Richard Fox, both the only human in the company and the only one in the painfully unique situations that he happened to be in. Huxson counted to three, forcing the irritation off his face before slowly turning where he knelt. \n\nThe human was tall and strong enough, though not nearly at his height and build. Standing nearly six feet tall, Richard was what some would call physically blessed; Huxson called him overbuilt, with muscles that strained the edges of his shirt and jacket and barely allowed him to wear the typical slacks that the accounting firm demanded from those that had to face clients. \n\nBut worst of all, Richard stood in a way that emphasized his only advantage over Huxson: pants pulled tight against his groin, forming a barely visible cameltoe. He had to be deliberately standing like that, flaunting the fact that he had a pussy and Huxson did not, which meant that Richard would always be seen as higher in society than the alligator would. \n\n\"Did I interrupt your worship?\" Richard asked, his mustached lips turning up in a smirk, his beard twitching in obvious cockiness. \"I mean, I don't want to interrupt the only times that you're getting to enjoy it the way that [i]you[/i] want to.\"\n\n\"I have nearly finished my meditation, yes.\"\n\n\"Heh, good. Maybe I can get some actual work out of you.\"\n\nHuxson managed to keep from gritting his teeth, though only barely. The fact was, Richard had a pussy and he did not. That meant that, according to the teachings of the Church of the Matriarch, Richard had the right to tell him what to do. It did not matter that Huxson had age, seniority, and a great deal more power and size to his name. It did not matter that he could have wrapped the human into a pretzel and thrown him out the window with minimal effort. What mattered was that Richard had been given that sex and he had not, and in the eyes of society, that was all that mattered. \n\nSo, he remained on his knees, his palms resting on his thighs as he looked up at the human. Richard just chuckled. \n\n\"You know, I heard that you've been sucking up to the boss. You really think that she's going to give you anything? Someone like you?\"\n\n\"I believe only that I must earn my place.\"\n\n\"Yes. Yes, you do.\"\n\n\"And I have, in many ways. I have worked hard.\"\n\n\"You know, I heard that priests are supposed to serve everyone. I don't think that you ever served me.\"\n\nAnd there was a reason for that. Huxson had gone out of his way to avoid the human, taking every opportunity to be somewhere else, working on either fixing up the building or tending to the pleasure of one of the real execs rather than being available for Richard. The raw arrogance of the human rubbed him the wrong way, and the last thing that he wanted was to give him [i]any[/i] satisfaction. \n\nOn the other hand - \n\n\"I want to see what it's like to have a priest between my legs,\" Richard said, walking around the alligator and taking his chair - [i]his[/i] chair - with a thump of absolute disrespect. \"I've already had the heads of various other departments between my legs, though, so just to warn you, you're up against some serious competition.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Or are you going to refuse an order from me, hmmm?\"\n\nIt was not the first time that he'd seen Richard throw this weight around, either. More than a few members of his maintenance team had been cornered by the human junior executive, and more than one had been fired for trying to get out from giving the human his 'fair dues.' The upper executives and the board members had allowed it so far, but Huxson had seen the sidelong glances that they made in the human's direction. It would only be so long before he pushed his luck too far and they ended up firing him for being a liability. \n\nBut that day hadn't come. Not yet. And Huxson didn't want to risk losing what little he had. \n\n\"If you desire the touch of a man of faith -\"\n\n\"Who said anything about faith? I just want to see if a priest is as good as his paycheck suggests.\"\n\nAh. So that was what it was. Someone throwing their weight around, yes, but also looking for ways to get the attention of the Matriarchs higher up. Likely, Richard believed that he could rise to their position if he just showed that he had enough drive and focus. \n\nIt would have been amusing to see him fail. For all that he had a pussy, it only gave him so much more. It was doubtful that Matriarch Madeline would ever allow him to rise beyond his current position. He was barking up the wrong tree. \n\n[i]But I suppose I can indulge him...[/i]\n\n\"Have you ever had the services of one of the priests before?\" Huxson asked, slowly crawling forward with as much obeisance and subservience in his voice as he could summon. \n\n\"Heh, I've been eaten out dozens of times.\"\n\n\"But have you had a priest do it before?\"\n\n\"Can't be that different.\"\n\n\"Then...no?\" Huxson asked. \n\n\"Okay, fine, I haven't. Does it really matter?\"\n\nNot in any way that mattered to Huxson, but he was still forced to hide a smile as he moved closer.\n\n[i]You're in for quite the treat, then...[/i]\n\nPriests of the Church of the Matriarch were different to the average man going around offering his tongue to the superior gender. No matter the enthusiasm of the average man, there were teachings, mantras, and meditations that priests went through to bring pleasure to the holy pussy that nobody else received. They were instructed by the strictest of Holy Mothers, and they were rewarded when they got it right. Huxson might have graduated from his lesasons over thirty years ago, but that did not mean that he had grown any less skilled. \n\nIf anything, he believed that he was better than he had ever been. When Matriarch Madeline could have easily requested a new, younger priest from the Church at any point rather than settle for someone in his fifties, and she hadn't, that meant that he was doing a very good job. \n\nAs he crawled into place, Huxson reached up and undid the human's pants. They came down easily, Richard lifting his hips like some eager young thing, showing off with a smirk on his face that was entirely unjustified. The human clearly thought that he was at the top of the pecking order. \n\nCompared to Huxson, perhaps. But compared to all the Matriarchs that ran this building...\n\nHe paused, looking down at the human's sex. It was a pussy, and not one that had been surgically added like some that he'd seen in the past. Not that there was anything inherently [i]wrong[/i] with a surgical transition, but it was more common than seeing someone like Richard, a man with a pussy. \n\nAnd it was...a nice one. Not spectacular, like some of the puffy, teardrop-shaped sexes that he'd served between equine thighs, or the soft-scaled reptilian ones of his own species that were regularly ground against his face, but nice, trimmed, and very much groomed to be shown off. The human was clearly proud of the muscles he'd built up along his thighs, tensing and squeezing them to make them bulge as he showed himself off. He even went so far as to roll his hips forward and back, lifting his hips off the chair again. \n\n\"Well? What do you think? Impressed?\"\n\n\"It is a pussy worthy of attention,\" Huxson said. \n\n\"Well, what are you waiting for? Get to worshiping.\"\n\n\"As you wish.\"\n\nHuxson leaned in, his mouth parting. The long shape of an alligator snout was always a detriment to his species giving its praise to the superior sex, but he had learned how to use it to his advantage. Most females enjoyed sitting on his lower jaw while they were getting worshiped, and he had little doubt that Richard would have that same desire. \n\nBut first - \n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\nHe dragged his clawed fingers up and down the human's thighs, seeking out the familiar nerve clusters that always hid in the legs. It didn't take him long at all to find them, pressing in, teasing them, massaging them. In just a few short seconds, Richard was slumped back against the chair, huffing softly. \n\n\"Mmmph...not what I expected, but not bad...Heh...you do this for all the women in the company?\"\n\n\"If they ask.\"\n\n\"Heh. Keep going. I know this isn't all a priest can do. Show me how you treat a pussy like royalty.\"\n\nHe did more than that. He treated such holy slits as the god-given gifts that they were. Huxson huffed softly, puffing out warm air at the soft slit in front of him, teasing it with the same sort of gentle attention that he gave Madeline and all the others at the top of the company. Each 'kiss' of warm air was targeted right at the human's clitoris, making sure that it made contact and - yes, it twitched slightly beneath its hood, coming out at the attention that it was getting. \n\nAs he worked with his breath, he slowly worked his massaging hands higher and higher. All priests came to know the body very well, but he had always had a special touch for the core. Gentle strokes, a little bit of pressure from his claws, and the human's muscular thighs parted with ease. He kept working further and further up, digging in his fingers and thumbs in practiced spots, drawing little huffs and grunts from the arrogant little executive, right up until he - \n\n\"Mmmph!\"\n\nRichard grunted, hissing through clenched teeth as the alligator gently parted his pussy. The sight of the pink walls inside was just what he expected, but more, they were already slick and wet. He would have smiled if he didn't want to keep his self-satisfaction hidden. As it stood, he just enjoyed the view, lowering his head ever so slightly to - \n\n\"Mmmph...that's better...better than I thought you'd be...\"\n\n\"Mmm...I have yet to begin, Mr. Fox.\"\n\n\"Heh...you think you'll get me to cum, huh? Think you're good enough for that?\"\n\n\"I believe that you came here for that pleasure, Mr. Fox. Shall I worship you further?\"\n\n\"Oh, you better...you better believe that you're going to worship me as deep as I can get you...\"\n\nThe alligator nodded as he let go of the human's pussy lips. Instead of stretching them or forcing his tongue against them - which would only get so much stimulation for the human - he brought his arms down and under Richard's hips. With a gentle push and pull, he lifted the human up into the air, gradually opening his mouth and sliding his lower jaw under the human's ass. Richard's dark chuckles and dirty looks were ignored; all he had to do was follow through with his training. \n\nAs soon as he let the human sit down again, ass cheeks pressed against his jaws, he brought his upper jaw down. Not hard, not enough to bite, but enough to trap. As Mr. Fox gasped, shivering - probably from the feeling of so many pointed teeth pressing against his stomach and back - the alligator got to work. His tongue could touch the human's pussy even at its most retracted, which meant that he could go as deep as he liked. \n\nAnd seeing the human's smug face already shifting to something else (a mix of fear, arousal, and shivering anticipation) had already made this worth it. \n\nHe started slow, dragging his tongue along the soft flesh inside his mouth. Despite every bit of disdain that he had for Richard as a person, he still gave that pussy - that holy slit - every bit of attention that it was due. He moaned as he served it, dragging his tongue along the gently puffing flesh with care. Every time he dragged it between them, he took his time to make it special, giving it all the affection that it deserved, all the thanks, all the focus and time that it needed. It rewarded him with the gentle pleasure of a pulse and squirt, tangy juices of a woman's slit filling his mouth. \n\nWhen he closed his eyes, he could imagine that he was eating a woman out. Richard had no hair down there, nothing that would distract him, and he'd had more than a few muscular women above him before. He could just...settle in and relax as he did his duty. \n\nLick. \n\nLap. \n\nHe brought his tongue up to the human's clitoris, curling it slowly against the little nub. Richard grunted, hissing in obvious pleasure. Huxson gently bit down, holding the human in place and keeping him from wriggling too much. \n\nHere. \n\nThere. \n\nLicking and sucking, forcing a little spit up to add lubrication. The human gasped again, his legs tensing, trying to pull tight, but there was so much that he could do to stop that. Huxson pressed at the nerve clusters on either side of his face, massaging them and taking any and all tension away. It was easy, simplicity to take control of the human's fight back. \n\n\"You - you - ah!\"\n\nRichard gasped as Huxson finally shoved his tongue inside. The gentle nectar that awaited him was nearly as enticing as it was with the Matriarchs, though there was a hint of something else there. Sweat, perhaps, or a certain tension that came from the human always posturing, always holding back. \n\nHe ignored it, forcing his tongue in, out, in, out, almost like a gentle piston working into the warm slit. It didn't take long at all for Richard to start gasping, arching his back against the teeth on either side of him. The alligator had to take special care to not rip anything as he held the human in place, working his tongue past that little opening and always dragging the rest of his tongue along the clit. In, out, in, out, feeling the inner walls clenching down already and knowing that it was going to explode at any second. He rubbed the human's legs, teasing them further apart, until - \n\n\"MMMPH!\"\n\nRichard moaned, cumming hard. It had taken less than a minute from the first thrust of the alligator's tongue inside to the first orgasm, and the spray down his tongue and across the inside of his mouth was just as rich as he had imagined that it would be. \n\nAnd he didn't stop. \n\nAs Huxson kept thrusting his tongue, working it at different angles until he found the human's g-spot - right there, just a few inches inside - and attacked it. Richard screamed, arching his back against the chair, babbling something - \n\n[i]Too late now. You wanted to be worshiped, and you shall be worshiped.[/i]\n\nHe didn't have to bite. He just held, and he kept licking. \n\n#\n\n[i]Twenty minutes later...[/i]\n\nThe human had cum three times, and he was still spasming, shaking between the alligator's jaws. Every word came out as a whimper, a mewling sound that barely had anything resembling language to it. Pulse, pulse, pulse went the inner walls, the rolling orgasms that the alligator had started taking control and forcing the human to keep on cumming. \n\n[i]You were built like a male, but have the sex of a woman. A pussy can cum again, and again, and again, and she is ready for the pleasure, knowing that it is her due. Are you?[/i]\n\nRichard didn't seem to be. He was spouting gibberish, his eyes rolling back, his toes curling and his hands weakly pressing down on the alligator's forehead. Every push was a vain attempt to take control, either to take his pleasure or to make Huxson stop. \n\nThe latter wasn't happening. The former would take more than the human had been able to give so far. \n\nHe went back to focusing on the tongue-thrusting. \n\n#\n\n[i]One hour later...[/i]\n\nThe human was on his hands and knees. When Huxson had taken a break to get some water, Richard had tried to stand up, only to find that his legs no longer worked. He stumbled and fell to the floor and attempted to crawl to the door. \n\nHuxson had watched. He stood by his water cooler, sipping at a drink that he'd poured himself. The poor human could barely move as he dragged himself across the floor; he probably didn't have any muscle control left in his legs after what he'd been put through. The alligator let the human drag himself most of the way to the door, all while sipping at his drink. When the cup was empty, he put it down, crossed the room, and got back to feasting and worshiping. \n\nRichard had collapsed face-first on the ground, of course. He couldn't hold his head up as he was getting eaten out by a proper priest. \n\n#\n\n[i]Three hours later...[/i]\n\nThe sun was going down and it was quitting time for the office. A few of his maintenance staff had come by to clock out only to stare at the executive on the floor shivering and gasping and drooling for his life. They'd looked from Richard to him, nodded in approval, and moved on. \n\nThe feasting continued, his tongue digging in, working around that eager slit as it sucked and clenched around his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He was reasonably certain that Richard hadn't stopped cumming for the entire duration of worship that he'd been getting, and the muscles under his fingers - for the massage hadn't stopped, either - were limp and useless. Huxson shook his head as he finally pulled his tongue free, a long string of pussy slick blessing his lips and hanging between them. \n\n\"Are you satisfied, Mr. Fox?\" he asked. \n\n\"Nnnga-ba...\"\n\n\"I do not hear a yes.\"\n\n\"Nnnngh...\"\n\n\"Shall I continue?\"\n\n\"Nnnnnn...\"\n\n\"Then I shall.\"\n\n#\n\n[i]Two more hours later...[/i]\n\n\"I believe that you can finish now, Mr. Sabini.\"\n\nHis tongue stopped at full extension and his eyes rolled as they looked up at the source of the voice. A crocodile - Matriarch Madeline herself - stood over him, leaning against the doorway of his office. The alligator pulled his tongue free in short order, bowing his head as he slid away from the human executive. \n\n\"My apologies, Matriarch. I was distracted; did I miss our appointment?\"\n\n\"Hmmm, you did leave me waiting, but I can see that you had your reasons,\" she said, shaking her head. \"I imagine that he was making something of a pest of himself.\"\n\n\"...Perhaps, Matriarch.\"\n\n\"He will be talked to tomorrow,\" she said, stepping over the human. \"He has been given a great deal of leeway with his unique anatomy, but there are still certain lines that aren't allowed to be crossed. He will have to learn that if he wishes to retain his position, and the privileges that come with it.\"\n\nThat was the best that Huxson could have hoped for. He had no doubt that Richard would be able to weather this - the human had lived through many more things that should have gotten him fired - but at least this one would come with a mild rebuke, possibly more. The alligator lowered his head and nodded his gratitude. \n\n\"I see that you, at least, still put out your best effort regardless of your personal opinions,\" Matriarch Madeline said, chuckling as she planted one high-heeled shoe near his head. \"And that you've been making sure that he learns his place.\"\n\n\"I would not dare to instruct one with a holy sex where they belong,\" the alligator said. \n\n\"Hmmm, hmmm. I'll report that, but we both know what you were really thinking.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"At any rate. You've done well. And I find myself in need of your talents. Do you still have the energy to worship at my holy sex?\" she asked with a chuckle in her voice. \n\n\"You know the answer to that, Matriarch. I will always be available to serve you.\"\n\n\"Good. I'll give you twenty minutes to freshen up. Wash his slick off you and come to my office as soon as you don't reek.\"\n\n\"Yes, Matriarch.\"\n\n\"You have always been such a loyal priest. It will be a sorry day when you'll have to go...but that day is hopefully decades in the future.\"\n\n\"So long as my tongue can move, I shall worship to the best of my ability.\"\n\n\"Good, good.\"\n\nThe crocodile turned and left. Huxson shook his head, rubbing his jaw as he looked down at the unconscious human. The rolling orgasms had finally taken their toll and knocked Richard out.\n\nMaybe this would be enough to teach the human a lesson. Maybe, just maybe, this would be enough to get him to learn something from the extreme arrogance that he showed everyone and remember that he was not as irreplaceable as he thought he was. \n\nDoubtful. But one could hope. \n\nShaking his head, Huxson took off his shirt, pants, and underwear, folding them and leaving them in his chair. His cock flopped out as soon as it was free, swinging low and slow, slapping between his thighs as he walked through the underground offices that maintenance had been given. There was a shower at the far end of the floor, and he was going to need that after all the juices that Richard had dripped down his chin and over his chest. The last thing that he wanted to do was walk into the Matriarch's room smelling like the human's wanton need. \n\nAs soon as he was under the shower head, he felt better. The hot water ran down his chest and over his back, flashing and splashing away as it hit some of the ridges along his spine. He ran his fingers down his chest, over his stomach, and onto his dick, giving the half-hard shaft a few squeezes. \n\nHe never would have touched himself without permission after worshiping a proper Matriarch, but they were different. They were...worthy of respect. Richard was only worthy of obedience and barely that. \n\n[i]Nothing wrong with a little indulgence after putting him in his place...[/i]\n\nThe alligator closed his eyes, gently squeezing his dick as it continued to rise. In short order, it was pointing straight ahead, all eleven inches of it, and he huffed under the hot water as he stroked himself slowly.\n\n[i]A weaker man...barely holding himself together...If I had offered him what some of the Matriarchs claimed...[/i]\n\nHe had never gone beyond massaging and servicing Richard's pussy with his tongue and fingers. If he had actually taken it further, using fingers and tongue at the same time or even his cock as Madeline had sometimes asked, he would have broken the human. What little use Richard was to the company would have been fucked right out of him if he'd taken what some of the true Matriarchs had. \n\nAnd it would have been glorious. \n\nHuxson squeezed his cock tighter as he imagined the human squirming, huffing, whimpering as he was filled from behind. One thrust, eleven inches at once, and all the thickness that followed. He groaned under his breath as he imagined how it would feel to utterly ruin that hole, to see Richard's pussy stretched, gaped, broken in by his cock. It was something never allowed with the Matriarchs, but Richard was right on that gray area, right on that fence that might be busted down with the right person. \n\nOr the right encouragement. Madeline briefly entered his fantasy, not as his partner, but as his encouragement. \n\n[i]Do it. Break him. Use him up like he tried to use you up. He asked for the full experience. You should give it to him, my priest. You should give him everything that he asked for.[/i]\n\nHe growled, groping his cock tighter at the base. His balls were already starting to rise up and he forced his hand back, huffing and shaking his head as he knew that he was right on the verge of blowing his load all over the wall. That [i]would[/i] get him in trouble with Matriarch Madeline, since that would take away what energy he had left. \n\nKnowing her, she'd demand all of it and then some.\n\nHe was running short on free time. Shaking his head, Huxson stepped out of the shower and ran his hands down his scales. They were worn smooth enough with middle-age that the water just ran off with a little bit of friction. He stepped out of the shower, reaching for the locker door that had all the extra uniforms in it - \n\n\"Mmmph...\"\n\nOnly to hear Richard again. He turned, looking down at the shivering human that had dragged himself from the alligator's office. Richard forced his head up, looking the alligator straight in the eye. \n\n\"Mmmph...what...what did you do to me?\"\n\n\"...Approximately half of what you asked for.\"\n\n\"No...no, there's no way -\"\n\n\"You asked for the pleasure a priest could bestow, and you got it. Now...I have an appointment with Matriarch Madeline.\" He tucked his new uniform under his arm and bowed his head. \"Good day, Mr. Fox.\"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A kink-tober that focuses on a world with worship of the pussy. However, there's a difference between having a pussy and being worthy of the holy affections...\n\nTags: M/Intersex, Male/MasculineIntersex, Human Intersex, Human, Alligator Male, Alligator, Crocodile, Femdom, Pussy, Holy Pussy, Oral, Cunnilingus, Orgasm, Cum, Forced Orgasms, Dominant Bottom, Kinktober,\n",
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The Company Priest Kink-Tober 20: Sex-Religion: Pussy For Mizzu by Draconicon
Huxson Sabini was the head of maintenance for Matriarch Madeline's Accounting and Associates, and he lived in the basement of their skyscraper. It was not so much by choice - though he did not mind it - but rather through the directions of the matriarch herself. Matriarch Madeline had been very direct when she said that she wanted 'that pussy-eating priest' to live in her building, rent-free.
Well, not entirely 'rent-free', but considering the payment, Huxson couldn't complain too much.
The alligator had finished his work for the day and was kneeling to the shrine in the back of his little basement dwelling. Situated at the back of his office and consisting of a cot, a fridge, a few private cubbies, and a small collection of other amenities, it was not even as good as a studio apartment. It was, however, free, and it was comfortable enough for someone of his size. Finding a bed that could accommodate someone that was just over seven feet tall was nearly as much of a struggle as finding an apartment building that would be willing to rent to someone with a cock these days.
Huxson bowed his head to the floor, holding it there. His hands were at either side of his head as he whispered his prayers.
"Hail, great life-giver, who birthed us all," he whispered, his snout pressed to the floor and his lips barely moving. "Hail the slit that brought us into the world. Hail the great mother. Hail that which gives us life, and that which raised us, and that which calls us to give life again."
It was a simple mantra, one that he and all others had learned as they reached adulthood. The women of the world held power, and they held it from being the source of all life. It was their duty, as those lacking in such capability, to make sure that their life was as good as possible.
He lifted his head from the ground, looking up at the idol. It was the same as what every home had: a core of a woman, running from the upper thighs to the bellybutton, legs spread with the vagina just slightly open. The clit stood out in stark relief compared to the rest of it, showing off just how aroused the model had been at the time. As a poor man, his was made of wood, but he had seen others that were made of ceramic, or steel, or even a few that were made of gold. The important thing was to have one in a way that showed just how devoted one was to the more powerful sex.
Huxson lifted his head, kissing the clit before continuing his worship along the thighs. Each motion was practiced, gentle, something that he had done a hundred thousand times over the course of his fifty-three years of life. Being part of the Church of the Matriarch meant that he had to show just how well he could serve the women in his life, and this was no exception.
Under the teachings of the Church of the Matriarch, men - or at least, those with cocks - were considered less than those with vaginas. Those that had shafts, balls, cum to spill, were seen as immature, meant to be taken care of by the Matriarchs and those that would become matriarchs. Those same teachings meant that his current position, head of maintenance, was likely the highest that he would see in his life. With a cock hanging between his legs, there was little point of dreaming for anything better.
Unlike some, Huxson was fine with that. He had known for years that he was little more than the method by which others would take pleasure in life. The alligator was fine with giving them what they wanted and making a living at the bottom of the pile.
Most of the time, at least.
As he dragged his tongue up the idol, giving the slit a final kiss and one last lap of affection, he pulled his head back. The next step was to meditate on the lessons of worship, but his mind was drifting, going off to the Matriarch that owned the company. Madeline had been considering offering him another position, giving him something closer to her rather than being so publicly available. The rumors had been considered scandal by most of the other women on the executive board, but -
No, he knew better than to give it too much credence. While it would be interesting to be the crocodile's lover - not merely her priest, but her lover - he knew better than to hope for it. That way lay disappointment and depression. Better to be content with his lot in life and just go with it.
So, he rested his hands on his knees and focused on breathing. In, out, in, out, the rough fabric of the janitor's jumpsuit he wore grinding against him as he tried to focus on the beauty of the slit, the pussy, the source of life. The more that he thought of it, the more that the tension of religious ecstasy - and, admittedly, an erection - surged through him. Huxson pushed the thought of his hard-on to the side, trying to keep his thoughts purely on the beauty of the Matriarchs and what they did -
Slippery.
Wet.
Musky.
Needy.
The alligator had been buried between enough thighs to know the smell of pussy quite intimately. This was no exception. A little shiver ran down his spine, his cock throbbing upward between his legs as he imagined himself there again. Perhaps between Matriarch Madeline's scaly thighs, slender and gentle, her sex pressed against his nose as a reward for doing well. Or perhaps Matriarch Sarah, her feline pussy grinding up and down against his tongue, soaking his face in slick the way that she always did. Or perhaps -
Click.
Thump.
Huxson was drawn out of his meditations and his face went flat. There was only one person that would open his office like that. The Matriarchs were mostly respectful, but even the most joking of them would at least knock rather than just using a key to open the door. Likewise, his team wouldn't have a key, nor would they just throw the door open with a thump against the wall and make damage that they would have to fix. And there were not many that would come to him directly rather than using the phone.
All that meant -
"Well, well, well, the old man is kneeling for pussy again. The only way that you can get any to worship these days, isn't it?"
Richard. Richard Fox, both the only human in the company and the only one in the painfully unique situations that he happened to be in. Huxson counted to three, forcing the irritation off his face before slowly turning where he knelt.
The human was tall and strong enough, though not nearly at his height and build. Standing nearly six feet tall, Richard was what some would call physically blessed; Huxson called him overbuilt, with muscles that strained the edges of his shirt and jacket and barely allowed him to wear the typical slacks that the accounting firm demanded from those that had to face clients.
But worst of all, Richard stood in a way that emphasized his only advantage over Huxson: pants pulled tight against his groin, forming a barely visible cameltoe. He had to be deliberately standing like that, flaunting the fact that he had a pussy and Huxson did not, which meant that Richard would always be seen as higher in society than the alligator would.
"Did I interrupt your worship?" Richard asked, his mustached lips turning up in a smirk, his beard twitching in obvious cockiness. "I mean, I don't want to interrupt the only times that you're getting to enjoy it the way that you want to."
"I have nearly finished my meditation, yes."
"Heh, good. Maybe I can get some actual work out of you."
Huxson managed to keep from gritting his teeth, though only barely. The fact was, Richard had a pussy and he did not. That meant that, according to the teachings of the Church of the Matriarch, Richard had the right to tell him what to do. It did not matter that Huxson had age, seniority, and a great deal more power and size to his name. It did not matter that he could have wrapped the human into a pretzel and thrown him out the window with minimal effort. What mattered was that Richard had been given that sex and he had not, and in the eyes of society, that was all that mattered.
So, he remained on his knees, his palms resting on his thighs as he looked up at the human. Richard just chuckled.
"You know, I heard that you've been sucking up to the boss. You really think that she's going to give you anything? Someone like you?"
"I believe only that I must earn my place."
"Yes. Yes, you do."
"And I have, in many ways. I have worked hard."
"You know, I heard that priests are supposed to serve everyone. I don't think that you ever served me."
And there was a reason for that. Huxson had gone out of his way to avoid the human, taking every opportunity to be somewhere else, working on either fixing up the building or tending to the pleasure of one of the real execs rather than being available for Richard. The raw arrogance of the human rubbed him the wrong way, and the last thing that he wanted was to give him any satisfaction.
On the other hand -
"I want to see what it's like to have a priest between my legs," Richard said, walking around the alligator and taking his chair - his chair - with a thump of absolute disrespect. "I've already had the heads of various other departments between my legs, though, so just to warn you, you're up against some serious competition."
"..."
"Or are you going to refuse an order from me, hmmm?"
It was not the first time that he'd seen Richard throw this weight around, either. More than a few members of his maintenance team had been cornered by the human junior executive, and more than one had been fired for trying to get out from giving the human his 'fair dues.' The upper executives and the board members had allowed it so far, but Huxson had seen the sidelong glances that they made in the human's direction. It would only be so long before he pushed his luck too far and they ended up firing him for being a liability.
But that day hadn't come. Not yet. And Huxson didn't want to risk losing what little he had.
"If you desire the touch of a man of faith -"
"Who said anything about faith? I just want to see if a priest is as good as his paycheck suggests."
Ah. So that was what it was. Someone throwing their weight around, yes, but also looking for ways to get the attention of the Matriarchs higher up. Likely, Richard believed that he could rise to their position if he just showed that he had enough drive and focus.
It would have been amusing to see him fail. For all that he had a pussy, it only gave him so much more. It was doubtful that Matriarch Madeline would ever allow him to rise beyond his current position. He was barking up the wrong tree.
But I suppose I can indulge him...
"Have you ever had the services of one of the priests before?" Huxson asked, slowly crawling forward with as much obeisance and subservience in his voice as he could summon.
"Heh, I've been eaten out dozens of times."
"But have you had a priest do it before?"
"Can't be that different."
"Then...no?" Huxson asked.
"Okay, fine, I haven't. Does it really matter?"
Not in any way that mattered to Huxson, but he was still forced to hide a smile as he moved closer.
You're in for quite the treat, then...
Priests of the Church of the Matriarch were different to the average man going around offering his tongue to the superior gender. No matter the enthusiasm of the average man, there were teachings, mantras, and meditations that priests went through to bring pleasure to the holy pussy that nobody else received. They were instructed by the strictest of Holy Mothers, and they were rewarded when they got it right. Huxson might have graduated from his lesasons over thirty years ago, but that did not mean that he had grown any less skilled.
If anything, he believed that he was better than he had ever been. When Matriarch Madeline could have easily requested a new, younger priest from the Church at any point rather than settle for someone in his fifties, and she hadn't, that meant that he was doing a very good job.
As he crawled into place, Huxson reached up and undid the human's pants. They came down easily, Richard lifting his hips like some eager young thing, showing off with a smirk on his face that was entirely unjustified. The human clearly thought that he was at the top of the pecking order.
Compared to Huxson, perhaps. But compared to all the Matriarchs that ran this building...
He paused, looking down at the human's sex. It was a pussy, and not one that had been surgically added like some that he'd seen in the past. Not that there was anything inherently wrong with a surgical transition, but it was more common than seeing someone like Richard, a man with a pussy.
And it was...a nice one. Not spectacular, like some of the puffy, teardrop-shaped sexes that he'd served between equine thighs, or the soft-scaled reptilian ones of his own species that were regularly ground against his face, but nice, trimmed, and very much groomed to be shown off. The human was clearly proud of the muscles he'd built up along his thighs, tensing and squeezing them to make them bulge as he showed himself off. He even went so far as to roll his hips forward and back, lifting his hips off the chair again.
"Well? What do you think? Impressed?"
"It is a pussy worthy of attention," Huxson said.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get to worshiping."
"As you wish."
Huxson leaned in, his mouth parting. The long shape of an alligator snout was always a detriment to his species giving its praise to the superior sex, but he had learned how to use it to his advantage. Most females enjoyed sitting on his lower jaw while they were getting worshiped, and he had little doubt that Richard would have that same desire.
But first -
"Mmmph..."
He dragged his clawed fingers up and down the human's thighs, seeking out the familiar nerve clusters that always hid in the legs. It didn't take him long at all to find them, pressing in, teasing them, massaging them. In just a few short seconds, Richard was slumped back against the chair, huffing softly.
"Mmmph...not what I expected, but not bad...Heh...you do this for all the women in the company?"
"If they ask."
"Heh. Keep going. I know this isn't all a priest can do. Show me how you treat a pussy like royalty."
He did more than that. He treated such holy slits as the god-given gifts that they were. Huxson huffed softly, puffing out warm air at the soft slit in front of him, teasing it with the same sort of gentle attention that he gave Madeline and all the others at the top of the company. Each 'kiss' of warm air was targeted right at the human's clitoris, making sure that it made contact and - yes, it twitched slightly beneath its hood, coming out at the attention that it was getting.
As he worked with his breath, he slowly worked his massaging hands higher and higher. All priests came to know the body very well, but he had always had a special touch for the core. Gentle strokes, a little bit of pressure from his claws, and the human's muscular thighs parted with ease. He kept working further and further up, digging in his fingers and thumbs in practiced spots, drawing little huffs and grunts from the arrogant little executive, right up until he -
"Mmmph!"
Richard grunted, hissing through clenched teeth as the alligator gently parted his pussy. The sight of the pink walls inside was just what he expected, but more, they were already slick and wet. He would have smiled if he didn't want to keep his self-satisfaction hidden. As it stood, he just enjoyed the view, lowering his head ever so slightly to -
"Mmmph...that's better...better than I thought you'd be..."
"Mmm...I have yet to begin, Mr. Fox."
"Heh...you think you'll get me to cum, huh? Think you're good enough for that?"
"I believe that you came here for that pleasure, Mr. Fox. Shall I worship you further?"
"Oh, you better...you better believe that you're going to worship me as deep as I can get you..."
The alligator nodded as he let go of the human's pussy lips. Instead of stretching them or forcing his tongue against them - which would only get so much stimulation for the human - he brought his arms down and under Richard's hips. With a gentle push and pull, he lifted the human up into the air, gradually opening his mouth and sliding his lower jaw under the human's ass. Richard's dark chuckles and dirty looks were ignored; all he had to do was follow through with his training.
As soon as he let the human sit down again, ass cheeks pressed against his jaws, he brought his upper jaw down. Not hard, not enough to bite, but enough to trap. As Mr. Fox gasped, shivering - probably from the feeling of so many pointed teeth pressing against his stomach and back - the alligator got to work. His tongue could touch the human's pussy even at its most retracted, which meant that he could go as deep as he liked.
And seeing the human's smug face already shifting to something else (a mix of fear, arousal, and shivering anticipation) had already made this worth it.
He started slow, dragging his tongue along the soft flesh inside his mouth. Despite every bit of disdain that he had for Richard as a person, he still gave that pussy - that holy slit - every bit of attention that it was due. He moaned as he served it, dragging his tongue along the gently puffing flesh with care. Every time he dragged it between them, he took his time to make it special, giving it all the affection that it deserved, all the thanks, all the focus and time that it needed. It rewarded him with the gentle pleasure of a pulse and squirt, tangy juices of a woman's slit filling his mouth.
When he closed his eyes, he could imagine that he was eating a woman out. Richard had no hair down there, nothing that would distract him, and he'd had more than a few muscular women above him before. He could just...settle in and relax as he did his duty.
Lick.
Lap.
He brought his tongue up to the human's clitoris, curling it slowly against the little nub. Richard grunted, hissing in obvious pleasure. Huxson gently bit down, holding the human in place and keeping him from wriggling too much.
Here.
There.
Licking and sucking, forcing a little spit up to add lubrication. The human gasped again, his legs tensing, trying to pull tight, but there was so much that he could do to stop that. Huxson pressed at the nerve clusters on either side of his face, massaging them and taking any and all tension away. It was easy, simplicity to take control of the human's fight back.
"You - you - ah!"
Richard gasped as Huxson finally shoved his tongue inside. The gentle nectar that awaited him was nearly as enticing as it was with the Matriarchs, though there was a hint of something else there. Sweat, perhaps, or a certain tension that came from the human always posturing, always holding back.
He ignored it, forcing his tongue in, out, in, out, almost like a gentle piston working into the warm slit. It didn't take long at all for Richard to start gasping, arching his back against the teeth on either side of him. The alligator had to take special care to not rip anything as he held the human in place, working his tongue past that little opening and always dragging the rest of his tongue along the clit. In, out, in, out, feeling the inner walls clenching down already and knowing that it was going to explode at any second. He rubbed the human's legs, teasing them further apart, until -
"MMMPH!"
Richard moaned, cumming hard. It had taken less than a minute from the first thrust of the alligator's tongue inside to the first orgasm, and the spray down his tongue and across the inside of his mouth was just as rich as he had imagined that it would be.
And he didn't stop.
As Huxson kept thrusting his tongue, working it at different angles until he found the human's g-spot - right there, just a few inches inside - and attacked it. Richard screamed, arching his back against the chair, babbling something -
Too late now. You wanted to be worshiped, and you shall be worshiped.
He didn't have to bite. He just held, and he kept licking.
#
Twenty minutes later...
The human had cum three times, and he was still spasming, shaking between the alligator's jaws. Every word came out as a whimper, a mewling sound that barely had anything resembling language to it. Pulse, pulse, pulse went the inner walls, the rolling orgasms that the alligator had started taking control and forcing the human to keep on cumming.
You were built like a male, but have the sex of a woman. A pussy can cum again, and again, and again, and she is ready for the pleasure, knowing that it is her due. Are you?
Richard didn't seem to be. He was spouting gibberish, his eyes rolling back, his toes curling and his hands weakly pressing down on the alligator's forehead. Every push was a vain attempt to take control, either to take his pleasure or to make Huxson stop.
The latter wasn't happening. The former would take more than the human had been able to give so far.
He went back to focusing on the tongue-thrusting.
#
One hour later...
The human was on his hands and knees. When Huxson had taken a break to get some water, Richard had tried to stand up, only to find that his legs no longer worked. He stumbled and fell to the floor and attempted to crawl to the door.
Huxson had watched. He stood by his water cooler, sipping at a drink that he'd poured himself. The poor human could barely move as he dragged himself across the floor; he probably didn't have any muscle control left in his legs after what he'd been put through. The alligator let the human drag himself most of the way to the door, all while sipping at his drink. When the cup was empty, he put it down, crossed the room, and got back to feasting and worshiping.
Richard had collapsed face-first on the ground, of course. He couldn't hold his head up as he was getting eaten out by a proper priest.
#
Three hours later...
The sun was going down and it was quitting time for the office. A few of his maintenance staff had come by to clock out only to stare at the executive on the floor shivering and gasping and drooling for his life. They'd looked from Richard to him, nodded in approval, and moved on.
The feasting continued, his tongue digging in, working around that eager slit as it sucked and clenched around his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He was reasonably certain that Richard hadn't stopped cumming for the entire duration of worship that he'd been getting, and the muscles under his fingers - for the massage hadn't stopped, either - were limp and useless. Huxson shook his head as he finally pulled his tongue free, a long string of pussy slick blessing his lips and hanging between them.
"Are you satisfied, Mr. Fox?" he asked.
"Nnnga-ba..."
"I do not hear a yes."
"Nnnngh..."
"Shall I continue?"
"Nnnnnn..."
"Then I shall."
#
Two more hours later...
"I believe that you can finish now, Mr. Sabini."
His tongue stopped at full extension and his eyes rolled as they looked up at the source of the voice. A crocodile - Matriarch Madeline herself - stood over him, leaning against the doorway of his office. The alligator pulled his tongue free in short order, bowing his head as he slid away from the human executive.
"My apologies, Matriarch. I was distracted; did I miss our appointment?"
"Hmmm, you did leave me waiting, but I can see that you had your reasons," she said, shaking her head. "I imagine that he was making something of a pest of himself."
"...Perhaps, Matriarch."
"He will be talked to tomorrow," she said, stepping over the human. "He has been given a great deal of leeway with his unique anatomy, but there are still certain lines that aren't allowed to be crossed. He will have to learn that if he wishes to retain his position, and the privileges that come with it."
That was the best that Huxson could have hoped for. He had no doubt that Richard would be able to weather this - the human had lived through many more things that should have gotten him fired - but at least this one would come with a mild rebuke, possibly more. The alligator lowered his head and nodded his gratitude.
"I see that you, at least, still put out your best effort regardless of your personal opinions," Matriarch Madeline said, chuckling as she planted one high-heeled shoe near his head. "And that you've been making sure that he learns his place."
"I would not dare to instruct one with a holy sex where they belong," the alligator said.
"Hmmm, hmmm. I'll report that, but we both know what you were really thinking."
"..."
"At any rate. You've done well. And I find myself in need of your talents. Do you still have the energy to worship at my holy sex?" she asked with a chuckle in her voice.
"You know the answer to that, Matriarch. I will always be available to serve you."
"Good. I'll give you twenty minutes to freshen up. Wash his slick off you and come to my office as soon as you don't reek."
"Yes, Matriarch."
"You have always been such a loyal priest. It will be a sorry day when you'll have to go...but that day is hopefully decades in the future."
"So long as my tongue can move, I shall worship to the best of my ability."
"Good, good."
The crocodile turned and left. Huxson shook his head, rubbing his jaw as he looked down at the unconscious human. The rolling orgasms had finally taken their toll and knocked Richard out.
Maybe this would be enough to teach the human a lesson. Maybe, just maybe, this would be enough to get him to learn something from the extreme arrogance that he showed everyone and remember that he was not as irreplaceable as he thought he was.
Doubtful. But one could hope.
Shaking his head, Huxson took off his shirt, pants, and underwear, folding them and leaving them in his chair. His cock flopped out as soon as it was free, swinging low and slow, slapping between his thighs as he walked through the underground offices that maintenance had been given. There was a shower at the far end of the floor, and he was going to need that after all the juices that Richard had dripped down his chin and over his chest. The last thing that he wanted to do was walk into the Matriarch's room smelling like the human's wanton need.
As soon as he was under the shower head, he felt better. The hot water ran down his chest and over his back, flashing and splashing away as it hit some of the ridges along his spine. He ran his fingers down his chest, over his stomach, and onto his dick, giving the half-hard shaft a few squeezes.
He never would have touched himself without permission after worshiping a proper Matriarch, but they were different. They were...worthy of respect. Richard was only worthy of obedience and barely that.
Nothing wrong with a little indulgence after putting him in his place...
The alligator closed his eyes, gently squeezing his dick as it continued to rise. In short order, it was pointing straight ahead, all eleven inches of it, and he huffed under the hot water as he stroked himself slowly.
A weaker man...barely holding himself together...If I had offered him what some of the Matriarchs claimed...
He had never gone beyond massaging and servicing Richard's pussy with his tongue and fingers. If he had actually taken it further, using fingers and tongue at the same time or even his cock as Madeline had sometimes asked, he would have broken the human. What little use Richard was to the company would have been fucked right out of him if he'd taken what some of the true Matriarchs had.
And it would have been glorious.
Huxson squeezed his cock tighter as he imagined the human squirming, huffing, whimpering as he was filled from behind. One thrust, eleven inches at once, and all the thickness that followed. He groaned under his breath as he imagined how it would feel to utterly ruin that hole, to see Richard's pussy stretched, gaped, broken in by his cock. It was something never allowed with the Matriarchs, but Richard was right on that gray area, right on that fence that might be busted down with the right person.
Or the right encouragement. Madeline briefly entered his fantasy, not as his partner, but as his encouragement.
Do it. Break him. Use him up like he tried to use you up. He asked for the full experience. You should give it to him, my priest. You should give him everything that he asked for.
He growled, groping his cock tighter at the base. His balls were already starting to rise up and he forced his hand back, huffing and shaking his head as he knew that he was right on the verge of blowing his load all over the wall. That would get him in trouble with Matriarch Madeline, since that would take away what energy he had left.
Knowing her, she'd demand all of it and then some.
He was running short on free time. Shaking his head, Huxson stepped out of the shower and ran his hands down his scales. They were worn smooth enough with middle-age that the water just ran off with a little bit of friction. He stepped out of the shower, reaching for the locker door that had all the extra uniforms in it -
"Mmmph..."
Only to hear Richard again. He turned, looking down at the shivering human that had dragged himself from the alligator's office. Richard forced his head up, looking the alligator straight in the eye.
"Mmmph...what...what did you do to me?"
"...Approximately half of what you asked for."
"No...no, there's no way -"
"You asked for the pleasure a priest could bestow, and you got it. Now...I have an appointment with Matriarch Madeline." He tucked his new uniform under his arm and bowed his head. "Good day, Mr. Fox."
The End
Summary: A kink-tober that focuses on a world with worship of the pussy. However, there's a difference between having a pussy and being worthy of the holy affections...