Brother Laurent grew sick of the bustling city he currently lived in. For years he had endured the hectic crowds and noisy factories of the city while he spent his time studying to be a priest at its central ministry. His relief came to him in the form a three month placement at a church in a rural town. There he would assist the ageing priest who looked over the church, hopefully find some peace and quiet, and catch up on some sleep. A few days after he received his assignment, he arrived in the small logging town of Bourgade Sur Bois. After introducing himself to the townsfolk and visiting the local shops, he made his way to the chapel at the town's core. The chapel looked like many he had seen before, with a simple thatched roof and a short stubby steeple. As he neared the church, an old man dressed in vestments swung the doors of the church open. He shouted many merry greetings to Laurent as he cheerfully hobbled towards him, using an old crooked stick as a cane. He gave Laurent a tour of the church, showing him the location of the tabernacle,  the room in the attic in which he would be staying, and a stash of bourbon hidden behind a book case.

   The bourbon was a strange thing to show him, Laurent thought to himself. It was almost as if the priest was giving it to him or like he was leaving it behind. Laurent's suspicion of the priest grew when, after giving Laurent his keys, the old man removed his vestments, and replaced them with a wool sweater and a thick coat.
"Farewell, my son. The church is yours to care for," the old man said as he made his way out of the church.
"But father, I thought I was to assist you."
"Oh, you sure are! Good luck!" With that, the priest grabbed a bag from beside the door of the church and made his exit, leaving Laurent standing confused in the middle of an empty church.

   The next few weeks caused Brother Laurent much distress.  His parishioners were not fond of him and his "big city disposition" as they called it. He was seen as a black sheep, the under qualified city boy who had suddenly appeared and replaced their dishonest yet somehow beloved priest. When he tried to interact with the town and its people, all he received were one word answers and cold shoulders. Contributions to the church dwindled to almost nothing after the first month. As the weather grew colder when the seasons progressed, the numbers of those who attended fell from dozens to a dozen to a handful, until one Sunday, the only people who even stepped foot in the church were two people seeking refuge from a blizzard. These two people left as soon as they saw who stood on the pulpit. 

   This pushed Brother Laurent into a fit of rage and resentment. Driven by his social exile and anger towards those who exiled him, he retrieved the bottle of bourbon he had been shown before, and proceeded to empty it over the course of a few hours until night fell over the town. The blizzard outside raged twice as hard as did before,  so when a panicked knocking  came from the other side of the church's door, Laurent drunkenly sprinted towards it, flung it open and allowed the figure that knocked to enter the warmth of the building. The hunched figure was wrapped in many layers of black, snow covered linen sheets, covering its form entirely.  It trembled softly as it spoke in raspy feminine voice.
"May I stay the night?"

   Laurent looked out of the church through bleary eyes. After being buffeted by the storm for a moment, he nodded and led the mysterious woman up to his room in the attic so that she could sleep in his bed. After ascending a small flight of spiral stairs, Brother Laurent motioned to the small bed that he had been sleeping on for the past month and a half.
"It's all yours," he insisted, "I'll be down stairs if you need anything."
"But I need something now," the woman replied lecherously as a silky black hand emerged from her icy robes," I need you!"

   The woman tore her robes off of her body revealing her true form, and leaving only a small tattered scarf tied around her waist. Her body was covered entirely in dark charcoal skin and stood just over five feet tall on surprisingly graceful legs. A lengthy, bushy, and equally ashen tail extended from just above her perky, rounded posterior. On her face was a mask that appeared to be made out of wood, and carved to look like a wolf's skull, complete with sharp canine teeth and eye holes just large enough to see through. Behind it, her hair swept backwards and formed some sort of mane.  Much to his surprise, the mask appeared to be fused to her face, as it moved as she began to speak to him.
"You there, uhh, mortal!" she said in a much clearer, yet nervous voice, "Lie with me, or I'll... I'll tear you in half!"

    As she said this, she raised her hand and bent her fingers so they mimicked claws. Despite the fact that the most threatening part of the woman was her sharp nails, Brother Laurent picked up a chair from in front of his desk and raised it over his head. The woman recoiled onto the bed, and covered her head with her arms. As the priest began to shout Latin at her, still holding the chair over her head, she interjected before he could carry through with his attack.

    "Don't hurt me! I-I was kidding! I just want to talk!" Despite the fact that the woman was clearly some form of demon come to tempt him, Laurent decided to hear her out
"What do you want, demon thing?"    
"Well, I've been watching you-"
"You've been stalking me?"
"N-No! I just thought that, well, you must be lonely in this town," she said as she sprung upwards onto her tight behind, letting her tail sway softly, "Nobody seems to care much for you."
"You could say that." Laurent sighed and looked down at his feet, partially to avoid staring at the demon's exposed breasts, but also because of a pang of renewed sadness.
"They don't really respect you, do they? They don't seem to love you," she said with an increased tone of lust. 
"They sure don't." He chuckled a little, but then stopped and frowned.
"You must get lonely in this church, all by yourself. Do you want a little company? Just for tonight?" 

   Brother Laurent dropped himself onto a wicker chair across from his bed. He rubbed is eyes and tried to think of a few things that two people, one of them half-naked, could do in a warm enclosed area during a snow storm.
"Do you want to play some scrabble?" he suggested drunkenly.
"I want to play something a bit more... carnal," she said in an unconvincing sultry voice.
"Sorry, I only have scrabble."
   The demon sighed in exasperation, but then untied the frayed scarf around her waist, exposing her lower body to the priest. She tried to bend backwards and run her hands through her hair seductively, but she shifted her weight incorrectly and fell down against the bed. She lay flustered on the bed for a moment, but as she tried to get up, Brother Laurent ran over to her and helped her back to an upright position. She stared at him with her glowing blue eyes in equal parts confusion and appreciation, and for a brief moment, she felt guilt for the fact that she was trying to suck out his soul through his penis.

   "Thank you," she stammered awkwardly as Laurent fetched something from a cupboard.
"Here are some fresh covers," he said handing her a bundle of sheet," Since you're getting ready to sleep, I'll just be leav-"
"Wait!" the demon shouted abruptly, dropping the sheets and grabbing his hand as he turned to leave, "isn't there some way I can thank you for your hospitality?"
"No," he lied.
"I feel bad if-"
"That's fine."
"Just something to thanks for-"
"Your company is thanks enough," he assured her through a scowl. 
"Then maybe we should spend some more time together."

  She leaned backwards against the bed's headboard, spreading her legs open as she did so. She reached down to her sex and spread it open with the sharp nails on her index and ring fingers, and teased her clit with her middle one. She giggled quietly to herself when she saw Laurent's member become erect through his pants. He blushed and covered his stiffened rod, but began to laugh as well. With an air of resignation, he pulled off his clothes and got on the bed in front of her. He gingerly pulled her onto her back by her hips, leaned over her, and after staring at her for a moment, he penetrated her eager cleft.

   The demon inhaled sharply as Laurent entered her, almost as if she felt more pleasure from it than she expected. She moaned, softly at first, each time he drove his rod into her, until her moans became louder and more feverish. She rested her hands against her soft breasts, pinching her now hardened nipples between her fingers as she kneaded them.  Brother Laurent was experiencing unusual feelings as well. The inside of the demon was surprisingly cool, but whether it was the alcohol he consumed, or the fact that he didn't really mind the cold, Laurent continued to drive his rod deeper inside her dripping slit. The demon was tighter than he expect, he noted, as he had assumed that a demon such as herself would be used to larger insertions than the average human member. 

   Laurent placed his hands on either side of her head, which allowed him to examine her "face". The mask that was attached to her face covered almost all of it, only allowing her lower jaw to move freely as she panted and moaned quietly. Her eyes, he realized, were nothing more than bright blue flames that sat in her eye sockets. Despite this, she blinked every so often, briefly extinguishing her "eyes", which sparked back to life each time she reopened them. 

   After a few more minutes of intimacy, Brother Laurent felt himself nearing his climax. In a moment of hasty passion, he slid his arms under the demon, resting on his forearms and drawing her into his chest. In response, the demon wrapped her arms around Laurent's torso, partially suspending herself and causing her breasts to flatten against his chest. Finally, his lover's moaning and panting, as well as the sensations in his loins overwhelmed Laurent, and he spilled his semen deep inside the demon. After a few more thrusts, and a final exhausted moan from his lover, Laurent rolled over next to the demon. He wrapped his arm over her shoulder, and the demon hugged him and rubbed his chest softly. However, her attitude changed completely when she realized that he was still perfectly healthy.

   She jumped out of the bed, and patted her lower torso down like she had misplaced her wallet.
"You don't happen to feel empty do you? Cold? A little dead, maybe?"
"No more than usual."
 She let out an exasperated whimper and slumped to the ground in the middle of the room. 
"What did I do wrong?" she asked herself out loud, "I can't even steal a soul right." The demon covered her face and began to whimper quietly. Despite the fact that he had almost been murdered by her, Brother Laurent also left the warm bed and sat down next to her in an attempt to comfort her. 

   "Don't be too hard on yourself," he said as he wrapped one of his arms around the crying demon, "it was probably my fault. It must be because I'm a priest or something like that." The demon sniffled quietly and shook her head.
"That wouldn't matter," she sputtered from behind her hands, "The only thing that could stop me from stealing your soul is..." 
The demon's voice trailed off as she replayed the events of the last half hour in her head. She suddenly stood up and spoke again, but this time the sadness in her voice was replaced with anger.
"Did we... Did we just have heterosexual sex in the missionary position between a consenting couple with the purpose of bonding and procreation?" Laurent slowly stood up and tried to avoid eye contact with the demon. "We did, didn't we! You pervert!" The demon tried shove Laurent back against his bed, but only managed to scratch him with her nails. Realizing that this was a more effective attack, she dragged her nails against Laurent's chest and arms, drawing narrow bands of blood. Her attitude changed, however, when a realization slipped across her mind.

  "Does that mean that you wanted to bond and procreate... with me?" Laurent looked away sheepishly for a moment.
"Don't get the wrong idea. It's been a while since I've spent this much time with someone. So I got a little carried away. It's not like it's a problem or anything."
For a moment, the demon stopped her battery of the priest and hugged him. Her expression softened as she smiled from under her mask, but when she was about to speak, she became furious again, and started to attack the priest once more.  As Laurent tried to block her "claws" with his arm, the demon latched onto it with her mouth, digging in with both her teeth and the teeth of her mask. After Laurent  managed  to pry her off of his bloody and battered limb, she spoke again.

   "Not a problem!? I'll never live this down! Consensual sex in the missionary position for... That's the most vanilla thing ever! I'm a demon! You can't even breed with a demon unless you become one, idiot! I'll be a laughing stock if anyone finds out a human tried to breed with me!" Brother Laurent, who was becoming frustrated by the growing number of lacerations on his chest and shoulder, grabbed the demon by her wrists. 
"Why do you care so much? Is it some sort of sin to have consensual-whatever sex like that?"
"Just about!"
"Oh, I don't suppose you want to go to the confessional, do you?" the priest scoffed dismissively. 
"One way or another," she said with a lower, yet more excited voice, "I'm going to have to atone for it." Laurent couldn't help but notice that the demon's tail began to wag a little.
"Atone how?" Laurent inquired. The demon pulled her arms out of the priest's hands. She squeezed her legs together as a few beads of discharge ran down her inner thigh.
"Well, it usually involves... ropes, for one thing."
"Do you think bed sheets will do?"

   Before she could respond, Laurent pushed her onto the bed and flipped her over onto her stomach. He deftly tied her arms and legs to the bed's posts, leaving her kneeling with her legs spread and her body stretched out over the bed. Lecherous fluids continued to leak from her now open sex while her tail whipped back and forth excitedly. The priest, who had slipped on a pair of pants, stood over her. 
"How hot, would you say it is, in hell?" The demon craned her neck in an attempt to look at him.
"I don't know. Actually,  I've never been," she responded, much to Laurent's surprise, "demons usually just hang out in forest or swamps."
"So I take it heat isn't too common."
"Not particularly."
"Do you like the heat?" Laurent said as his eyes widened uncomfortably. The demon returned his stare nervously.
"Can't say I can. Why?"

    The demon's answer came to her when Brother Laurent collected a few candles, as well as a box of matches from inside a shelf. He lit them and looked down towards the demon's spreading behind. Disregarding the demon's distressed pleads, he slid them into her anus so that the flames slowly crept towards her flank. Laurent jumped onto the bed and straddled the demon, leaning next to her face and pulling her by the hair so that her head was next to his.
"You're going to tell me something," he seethed, "You said I could become a demon. How?"
"You're already one!" Laurent tightened his grip on the demon's hair. “Why do you care?”
"I want out! Out of this church, this town, the people, the noise, everything. This is how I get out. How do I become one of you?" 
Despite her best efforts to remain calm, the demon's panic and arousal grew steadily as the flames slowly crawled up the candles towards her trembling flank. A stream of lustful juices flowed out of her needy slit, down her inner thighs, and pooled on the ground between her knees. 

  "First," she heaved, "you need to get a wooden mask."
"Where am I supposed to find that?" 
"Just cut two holes in a plank of wood or something! It forms into a mask on its own!"
"How?"
"I don't know, it's magic!" The demon tilted her head to see that the candles had burned about half of the way through. Her voice grew more feverish while Laurent used a pocket knife to gouge two holes out of the side of a drawer from his desk.
"Now write your name on your mask, and then on your face!" Lauren turned to his desk and rummaged for a pen briefly. "With blood, idiot!"
"Does that matter?"
"I had to do it, so you do to!"
Laurent look down at his wounded chest. After scraping some blood onto his knife, he did as the demon instructed.
"Okay, great. Put the mask on your face. But before you do that, could you please take these candles out of my ass!"
"Demon first, candles second."

   Brother Laurent brought the board against his face and waited. After nothing happened for a minute he glared at the demon through his "mask".
"It takes a while!" she screeched. "Just get rid of these candles before-"
Her voice was cut short when a deep, guttural laugh came from Laurent. He stood, staring at his hands through the two eye holes of his mask, which had now attached itself to his face, and was slowly shedding its excess material. Laurent continued to laugh maniacally as his skin began to burn off, revealing the same black skin that covered the demon. The burning spread from his hands up his arms and onto his chest, spreading down abdomen and up to his face, which was now covered by a mask that was slowly sprouting horns. Still laughing, he doubled over as his pants burst into flames and disintegrated into ash and small, flossy tail burst out of his lower back. 

   Laurent rested on his hands and knees for a moment, panting and chuckling every few seconds. He groggily raised his head forward, but his eyed widened when he realized he was few inches away from the demon's dipping sex.
"Good god, you're getting off on this?" he chortled as he prodded the quivering demon.	
"Stop laughing and put these candles out," she pleaded, "I don't want my ass burned off!"
"You don't seem too sure of that."

   The flames were two inches away from the demon's posterior. She sighed in relief as Laurent reach towards them, but yelp as he gripped onto her cheeks instead.
"Are you into bondage?" he asked cheerfully. The demon shot him a look of disbelief. 
"Is it that obvious?"
"I'll tell you what," he said slyly, fondling her rump, "I'll take the candles out if you let me 'have my way' with you. Think of it as thanks for the whole demon thing."
"First you don't let me steal your soul, then you tie me up and shove burning candles in my butt, and then you make me turn you into a demon. If this isn't having your way, you better show me what is." Laurent rubbed his hands together excitedly. He bounded towards a cupboard, and after rummaging around in it for a few seconds, he returned holding a few tea candles, and laid them out on her back.

   To her relief, Laurent finally removed the candles from inside her and used them to light the other ones he had placed on her back, thus un-relieving her immediately. He grabbed onto her behind, spreading her cheeks as he rubbed his blackened shaft in between them. Suddenly, he slapped the demon's flank.
"Surely you can spank me harder than that," she teased as she flicked her tail in his face. Laurent slapped her again, twice as hard.
"Th-That's it?" she teased lecherously, "You call that harder?" Seeing this comment as a challenge, Laurent bit down on the demon's tail, locking it in his jaw and tugging on it as he whacked the demon's behind over and over again, sending her into a mindless state of pain and ecstasy. She panted and drooled, laughing and wailing with each blow until Laurent could no longer resist her lustful cries, and drove his ebony rod into her greedy sex.

   Each time he thrust into her, hot wax from the tea candles spilled out onto her back. Laurent was unsure whether her moans were from his meat gliding against her innards or from the wax, but either way she continued to gasp encouragement when her body allowed her to. Brother Laurent continued to abuse her blushing posterior, pushing her deeper into her rut. Her gushing insides had become boiling hot as her first climax tore through her body. She shuddered in excitement and lust as she came a second time. Before the demon could arrive for a third time, Laurent swiped the candles off of her back, undid her bonds, and flipped her onto her back.   

   Laurent leaned over the demon,  still thrusting into her as he grabbed onto her breasts. However, the demon's moans changed into laughter. 
"Your face is a deer," she murmured drunkenly between thrusts.
Laurent stopped groping the demon, pulled himself out of her, and dashed towards a mirror to see if what the demon said was true. When he saw his reflection on the mirror, he realized that the mask had taken the former of a deer's skull, complete with a small set of antlers that protruded from the top of his head. What he failed to see in the mirror as he examined himself, however, was the demon dragging herself off of the bed and lunging towards him.

   The demon collided with Laurent, knocking him to the ground. As he lay there, she straddled him, and then fiercely impaled herself on his manhood, riding it up and down with an inhuman vigor. 
"You wanted to procreate so badly," she screeched victoriously, "Now I want to!"
"Are you sure?"
"What, are you scared?" she teased as she leaned over him so that her face was over his shoulder. She bit down on it, and in response, Laurent tried to shove her away by grabbing onto her breasts and pushing. But he realized that she only eased grip when he began to thrust into her as hard as she was against him. Eventual, he was at the cusp of his first demonic ejaculation,  and he was faced with the question of whether he really wanted to impregnate the demon. Sensing he was holding back, the demon grew frustrated. 
"Gimme your kids!" she wailed, "Or I'll rip you in half!"

    Laurent came to his decision as the demon reached her third climax. She arched her back and howled as Laurent unleashed a torrent of cum into her womb. The demon’s belly swelled, expanding subtly with each throb of Laurent’s cock.  He dug his nails into her breasts as spurts of his seed shout out of the side of her leaking sex, dripping down onto his groin. She continued to thrash her neither regions against his until she was certain Laurent had given her as much of his seed as he could, eager and desperate to take every last drizzle. The demon’s howl died down to a whimper as the flood of semen ceased and the couple's adrenaline wore off. Finally,  before Laurent's arms gave out, he lowered the quivering and satisfied demon next to him .

   The demonic couple lay exhausted on the floor for a few moments until Laurent broke the silence. 
"So," he said between breaths, "Not bad for a first time demon, eh?"
"I've had worse," the demon replied coyly. She patted her belly contently as she reached for a bed sheet to wipe the streaks of white that dripped out of her sex. She then brought the sheet over Laurent’s  groin and playful half cleaned, half stroked his twitching rod. Laurent turned to face the demon.
"Oh christ, the candles," he said in horror. 
"That was a nice touch, actually.  Don't be so hard on yourself." 

 Laurent said nothing, and instead pointed to the pile of manuscript the tea candles landed on. The manuscripts now resembled something much more similar to a pile of burning paper than they did actual books. The fire spread along the wall of the attic, igniting the floorboards and the ceiling as it, presumably,  burned away at the church's load bearing walls.
"I can't believe it," the demon muttered, "You banged a demon and then burned down a church."
"We can discuss symbolism later," Laurent replied as he tosses the demon her scarf and robes, 

   The unholy pair fled the flaming church and entered the frozen, blustery night. Laurent watched in horror, and then excitement as the fire consumed the steeple,  whopping gleefully as it collapsed in on itself. The demon looked around them worriedly.
"We should leave before the towns people wake up."
"Who cares? We could kick any one of these oafs' ass!" Laurent shouted as he flexed his newly engorged, and now slightly above average muscles. 
"But there are about five hundred of them."
"And?"
"And there are two of us." After confirming that one plus one does in fact make two, Laurent conceded and followed the demon away from the burning church, out of the town, and into the forest.

   As they trudged to the edge of the town, Laurent noticed that the demon was carrying her robes instead of wearing them. When he inquired as to why, she burst into laughter.
"Do you think demons actually wear clothes?" snickered the demon, "That's hilarious!"
"Well, you were wearing them before." 
"Just so that a human wouldn't try and kill me right away. You don't think other demons care if you're naked, do you?"
"Other demons?"
"Other demons!"