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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Priest_Bill, Altar_Boy_Dipper, A_gift_for_a_dear_friend_of_mine, Devils
      church_AU, Tentacle_Sex, Double_Penetration
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-18 Updated: 2017-06-08 Chapters: 3/? Words: 7981
****** The Church of Cipher ******
by MommaVanillaBear
Summary
     In the Church of Cipher Bill is both god and priest; the towns folk
     his blind sheep.
     And Dipper his willing victim.
***** Chapter 1 *****
I am a monster.
I am a beast.
I am a devil.
I am your god.
 
The soft echoes of the hymns were beginning to finally fade, the smoke rising
lazily from each extinguished candle, bells chiming to mark the end of another
successful ‘sermon’, the congregation silent in the filing out of the church.
Dark stoned walls were broken up in sections, crimson and gold stain glass
windows serving as the markers for the different pews, each depicting a golden
eye amongst a sea of crimson- the symbol for the ‘Church of the Cipher; though
the naïve citizens of the forest surrounded town attended the church in order
to ‘redeem’ themselves for their sins, to ask for protection from the various
monsters that lived in the surrounding forests, it was all in vain. For the
words that rung out in the stoned walled church held no hope or guidance
despite the cheery messages.
For the priest of the church was not what he seemed, the words he spoke were
double edged and cruel intentioned, however the citizens listened to his words
like dying men, for who could resist the silvered tongue of a demon?
In the dying afternoon light, the stained glass windows casted their eerie
glows, the intricate lines creeping against the similar crimson isle rug and
black marble tiles, a wind softly beginning to pick up, its howl echoing
through the near empty church, turning the loose pages of the demonic books
that laid open up by the unholy alter, the final candle dying by its deadly
breath. Up behind the black marble podium the priest of the church himself sat,
sitting upon his golden throne like chair, crimson velvet cushions barely
visible with how he sat, one leg draped over the left arm rest, lounged back
with his right arm bent, supporting his chin with his white gloved hand-
seemingly waiting rather boredly for his ‘prey’, as hinted by the wicked smirk
that pulled up on the edge of his lips. The priest of the church was tall and
lanky in his human form, skin tanned and freckled on his cheek bones, offset by
his butter blonde hair, kept short however long banged, mostly swept to the
side to cover his right eye- amongst his bangs however could be seen black
fabric of the patch he wore, his left eye only visible, a left eye resembling
that of a cat’s, golden hued and slitted. Only when the priest smiled widely
could his razor sharp teeth be seen, forked tongue occasionally licking his
lips only when he was sure that no one was in range of sight. Dressed in coal
black slacks and a simple white shirt covered by a black vest he appeared every
inch of a teenage heart throb; yet it was not the young ladies of the town he
lusted after and tried to court, but rather the sweet altar boy with the pale
white skin and odd birth mark on his forehead.
Amongst those of the town of the Falls the priest found himself oddly attracted
to the young teenager, something about the unblemished skin and thick, mess of
chocolate locks lured him, the urge to tear him apart bringing a coy smile to
his face whenever he thought of the other.
Dipper.
Such a sweet name for his little deerling; though human in species Dipper was
always nicknamed his little deerling- easily startled yet ever so curious,
brown eyes that would widen at the chance to hear a story or a mystery- oh how
he wanted to devour him…
The patter of footsteps on the marble steps to the alter caught the priests’
attention, his lips resembling even more of a smirk when he spotted his
precious deerling- pink dusted cheeked and out of breath, dressed in a black
robe that covered down to his ankles with a simple white collar around his
neck, hair mused.
“Please forgive me,” leaning forward he held his knees, panting, trying to
catch his breath. “I finished my responsibilities as fast as I could, I am
sorry for keeping you waiting!”
Leaning forward from his chair the priest moved his leg back from over the arm
rest, black gloved hands clasped in his lap, teeth flashing, “nonsense my sweet
deerling, you are simply here at the correct time, in fact, you are here at the
perfect time.”
His Cheshire cat smile spread widely on his face, a gloved hand beckoning him
forward, forked tongue licking his bottom lip.
“I’m practically starving for you.”
Cheeks darkening to yet another shade of pink the teenager stepped forward, a
hand reaching up to brush his chocolate locks back; stepping closer to the
throne like chair he moved up to straddle his beloved priests’ legs, hands
shyly resting against his vest clad chest.
“Bill…please…” He averted his eyes, practically whispering breathlessly. “I’ve
been waiting all sermon for you- for you to devour me.”
The temperature about them dropped dramatically, gooseflesh forming on Dippers
skin despite the long, flowing sleeves of his robe, a breeze like draft
tussling his hair, showing Bill the birth mark that the teen kept hidden from
most. Gasping softly Dipper pressed closer, trying his best to absorb the
warmth that Bill offered, feeling the legs he straddled shift, knowing that the
shadow appendages Bill possessed were beginning to form. A black gloved hand
tilted Dipper’s chin up, his lips parting a fraction of an inch whilst his eyes
glossed over at the mere touch of his beloved priest, resembling that of a doe
eyed girl; lips pressing against lips Dipper allowed the hands of Bill to begin
the task of undoing the white cotton collar, tossing it aside whilst a tentacle
like appendage slipped up, brushing against Dipper’s backside. With the nip to
his bottom lip Dipper opened his mouth wider allowing his tongue to be pinned
by Bill’s forked one, uncaring of the ghostly tentacle that slid up the back of
his robe, the thicker part of it wrapping about his waist while the smaller,
tapered end began to rub and stroke against his left nipple, teasing the bud
into hardening. It wasn’t long before another wrapped about his waist, the fine
tip rolling the right stub in time with the left, Bill’s teeth biting into his
bottom lip before breaking off the skin, pulling up Dippers robe to help take
it off of him, chuckling huskily at the way Dipper’s hips rocked, noting that
the other wasn’t wearing undergarments- as was his usual orders.
“I want to tear you apart.” Bill growled, gloved hands tossing the robe to the
side before placing them on Dipper’s curved backside, giving the firm cheeks a
smack, grinning at the way Dipper blushed and moaned. “To break you, and remake
you; that is what I want.”
“Y-Yes Father.” Dipper moaned, back arching as small suction cups stuck to his
chest, vibrating softly against his rose dusted stubs, cock twitching in
anticipation. “Please- I need more. I’ve been so good.”
A third tentacle, thinner and slickened brushed past Dipper’s backside
teasingly before moving to flick at his cock, Bills hands beginning to unbutton
his vest, practically ripping the fabric of his white shirt to undo the tiny
black buttons, the dark skin underneath shadowed from where he summoned the
tentacle appendages. Ordering for Dipper to undo the zipper of his slacks he
groaned at once when his cock was finally free of its compression, the tip
already slickened with semitransparent golden pre-cum, an impressive girth and
length- a piece of himself he designed specifically for pleasuring his precious
deerling.
“Where you thinking of this the whole sermon? Tight and wet whilst I preached?”
Bill spoke lewdly, voice low, a bit of an echo to his words. “Did you stroke
yourself when others weren’t looking? Rocking your hips under your robe? Tell
me my deerling, have you been thinking of being filled by me since stepping
into this church this morning?”
With each lewd question Dipper felt his cheeks darken, hips rocking hard whilst
the tentacle stroked him, unsure whether or not it was pre-cum or the slick
that made his cock drip. Gasping in momentary fear and surprise he felt himself
raised, forcefully moved off of Bill’s lap, brought down to his knees by an
ungodly, invisible power that he no longer questioned since finding out Bill’s
true nature; with half lidded eyes he moved forward without being told, tongue
lapping at the tip of Bill’s cock, moaning at the sweet taste of the pre-cum
before licking a strip down the shaft, a hand gently stroking the sensitive
skin of Bill’s sack. A rumble like purr was emitted by the priest at the
sensation of being fondled and licked, ordering for Dipper to suck him whilst
yet another moistened tentacle slipped to his backside, rubbing insistently at
his puckered rim, the tip wiggling in, forcing a gasp from Dipper, mouth
widening to take in the tip of Bill’s cock, sucking carefully despite the
tentacle the pressed further into him, forcing his hole to stretch wider as the
thickness grew with each second, thinning however to keep from hurting him
before thickening once more. Bobbing his head down low Dipper hummed, fondling
him more, fingers caressing the base of Bill’s cock; carefully he dragged the
dull edge of his front teeth against the shaft, earning a hiss of pleasure from
the demon, a smirk tugging on Dipper’s lips before the tentacle widened
painfully, pulling out suddenly, his body shivering, the need to be filled
clouding his mind.
Gloved hands pulled his head up from where Dipper bobbed down, his lips
glistening with pre-cum and saliva as he looked up at Bill, whining, the
rubbing of his cock becoming more insistent.
“Do you wish to be filled, my deerling?”
A whimper of need was the only answer Dipper could give, feeling himself being
once more picked up before deposited in Bill’s lap, the tip of Bills cock
pressed to his stretched hole before sliding in, slick from the tentacle having
lubed him up.
“Ride me.” Bill cooed, the shadow appendages stroking and curling about Dipper,
nipples being sucked by the mouth like fold that appeared on the ends of the
two appendages. In obedience Dipper did as he was told, thrusting down fully on
the cock, moaning at the feeling of once more being filled, mouth opening in a
perfect ‘o’ before being forced forward, Bills lips and tongue attacking his.
Rocking his hips Dipper pulled upwards before thrusting down, starting off at a
slow pace, legs bent in half to support him. With each thrust of Bills cock he
rocked his hips, speeding up in desperation for pleasure, tongue pinned and
lapped by the demon priest, the ends of his hair sweat slickened. The tentacle
that stroked at his cock ceased without warning, slithering back behind Dipper
before working the tip in past the stretched ring of muscle, a loud cry of
pleasure and pain echoing off the stoned walls of the church, Dipper’s eyes
widening.
“Ahh- mmmhm!” The teen moaned, toes curling, thrusting down harder on Bill’s
cock whilst the tentacle thrusted hard inside of him, slipping in deeper,
searching for his prostate; with a louder cry Dipper nearly sobbed in pleasure
once it was found, teased and pounded by both appendages. Tears dripped from
his rosy cheeks, sobs of pleasure emitted, his cock bouncing in time with the
movements of both cock and tentacle, pre-cum smeared on his lower belly. With
several more thrusts he found his cock painfully sensitive, one of Bill’s hands
finally stroking him, fisting him hard in time with the movement before Dipper
screamed out his name in ecstasy, unable to hold on whilst his vision went
blurry, cum streaking both Bill’s gloved hand and chest, the pounding on his
prostate continuing.
“P-please…please…” He screamed, mouth opening whilst his tongue slipped out, a
bit of saliva dripping down. “N-no more…gods…Billll!”
Silenced by the cum streaked gloved hand Dipper was made to lick it clean, his
cock aching whilst his body shook from his orgasm, once more cumming from the
sheer pleasure of his prostate being abused. After what felt to be forever the
tentacle slipped from his hole, hot cum finally filling him deeply as Bills
teeth bit down sharply on Dipper’s neck, marking him as his for yet another
week. With inner walls clenching around his cock Dipper panted, limply falling
forward, his tears wiped away by seemingly loving hands, tentacles audibly
slipping from his chest, slithering back down from his hips, leaving him cold
before he was covered by Bill’s cloak, held firmly to his chest.
“Who is your god?”
“You are.” Dipper moaned, brain fogged from the pleasure.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, my love.”
Bill smirked widely, his body satisfied; with strong arms wrapped around his
sweet deerling he felt the teens soul finally become his.
And he was never letting him go.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Will be in Japan starting tonight till December 1st, so please don't
     expect an update for a bit.
     Much love, MommaVB.
“...in the light of the dying sun may the glorious protector of all watch over
our humble town…”
The final words of the congregation echoed amongst the stone walls of the
unholy church, its priest and founder watched over from his podium as the
citizens of the town rose from their seats; each dressed in a dark gold robe,
hoods being raised to cover their faces before they turned into the main isle
to leave. The afternoon sun no longer shone in through the stained-glass
windows, a thick coverage of dark storm clouds having rolled in and had yet to
disperse, shrouding the town in dusk like darkness; being a creature of
darkness the priest found himself unaffected by the lack of the rays, however
it was the flock of towns folk that concerned him- with each passing day they
grew restless, worried and fearful.
Fear was oh so delicious to the priest of the unholy church of Cypher.
However, others found the fear just as delicious…
 
Watching them go with an unfazed eye the priest stepped back, turning to
distinguish the candles behind him, only stopping to turn once the sound of
muffled footsteps were heard. Turning around he withheld the annoyed sigh, eye
casted upon the meek and timid mayor, a shorter man who often stayed after the
sermon to talk with the priest, asking for both guidance and prayer sessions to
help his beloved town. However, the sight of the smaller man brought repressed
annoyance, the priests arms crossing over his chest, head tilting just enough
for his honey blonde bangs to shift and reveal his eye patch.
“Yes Mayor, what keeps you here?”
The smaller man shivered at the priests bored tone, hints of annoyance painting
his words. Timidly the man clasped his hands before himself in thought before
speaking, a soft almost feminine voice leaving him, “Well you see, it’s been so
dark lately- and if the weather keeps up it’ll be harder to plants the summer
crops and, well, quite frankly I think maybe a demon has taken hold of this
town…not that I’m saying you’re not protecting us Father Cypher, that’s not
what I’m saying at all!”
Bringing a black gloved hand to his mouth the priest hid his smirk, dagger like
teeth being hidden behind the gloved fingers until he once more composed
himself, nodding in a seemingly comforting manner to give the mayor a bit of
peace of mind. Brushing the hair back over the eyeless part of his face the
priest asked kindly, “and to whom do you believe the demon is?”
“W-well, I can’t be for certain, I try not to judge, but those odd twin
gentlemen from the north sure are a bit dodgy, folks say one of them is a
scientist whilst the other is a con man- and their nephew sure does act
peculiar…” A growl from the priest made the mayors eyes widen, taking a step
back. “I meant no offense your holiness, I know the boy is your altar worker,
please, forgive my transgression.”
Eye narrowing the priest frowned, having turned defensive when it came to his
deerling, a protective instinct bubbling forth; stifling it down he shook his
head, breathing a faux sigh, “my altar boy is a kind, innocent soul compared to
most in this sinful town, however, I will conduct a prayer session tonight, I
am hopeful that by tomorrow we will once more see the sun.”
With an audible airy laugh of relief, the mayor clapped his unclasping hand’s
eyes widening with a childlike delight at having his voice heard. “T-Thank You
Father Cypher! Thank you, I’ll let the townsfolk know to come here tonight-”
“No!” The priest snapped, catching the smaller man off guard. “No, that will
not be necessary, I alone with my assistant will be conducting the prayer
session here in solitude, I want my church to not be filled with the sins and
burdens of the people.”
“Y-yes your holiness…” Bowing lowly the mayor down casted his eyes, turning on
his heel to leave, never looking back in fear that the priest would take back
his promise.
With the slamming of the churches oaked doors the priest finally relaxed,
flicking his fingers fluidly to the side as one by ones the candles
extinguished, only to flicker back to life with blue flames that danced and
swayed where they burned on the wick. Moving to his throne like seat before the
altar Bill sighed, undoing the buttons of his robes to find some relief of his
disguise, his faux blue hued eye turning gold, sharp canines appearing over his
bottom lip when he sighed. At the sound of quitter, almost whisper like
footsteps he merely opened his arms, not having to tell the altar boy to come
closer, merely wrapping his arms about them when they climbed into his lap, his
chin resting in their locks of chocolate curls.
“My sweet deerling, how splendidly you sung today, if I could I would keep you
chained to my side and never let you stop singing,” his talon like fingers ran
through the altar boy’s hair, “oh how delighted I would be.”
“If only I could,” Dipper sighed, nuzzling up against Bill’s warm chest,
fingers playing idly with the golden looped chain that hung around his
beloveds’ chest, eyes half lidded in content. “My great uncles fear that this
town is being overrun by demons and monsters, please tell me you are not the
cause of this dark cast, please… I couldn’t bear the thought of you being found
out.”
“My sweet deerling, you must know by now I am careful. I have been doing this
for the past three years, I have these foolish sheep of people in the palm of
my hand; I keep them hungry and scared, feeding them scraps of hope and joy to
make them believe they need me. Surely you have more faith in me than what you
are saying.” He cooed, gloved finger tips stroking through Dipper’s hair,
occasionally tugging gently in play. “But no my deerling, it is not I who
brings this dark cast, but rather a demoness I have long been overdue to kill;
a demoness I once had in my own band of followers. I can feel her energy even
here in my church walls.”
“She must be pretty powerful to cause this darkness.” Quietly Dipper asked,
“what are we going to do, Bill?”
Blinking in surprise Bill looked taken aback before the corners of his lips
tugged up into a half smirk, fingers rewarding Dipper by scratching and
massaging his scalp. “Oh my, I am honored you consider us a couple in arms,
however my deerling, you would not stand a chance against the force of the
likes of Pyronica.” Spying the look of hurt on Dippers face he was quick to
remark, “though, there is another way you can help me without being put in
harm’s way, in fact, you have been doing it all along.”
Tilting his head up to look at him Dipper blinked in confusion, brows furrowing
in thought. “I have?”
“A demon feeds from various sources of energy, some from fire, others water-
however, I am a dream demon, I feed from misfortune and nightmares, yet,” he
smirked, tilting Dipper’s head up, lips nearly brushing against his, “I am able
to feed from the love you hold for me. And believe me, I have fed well.”
With pink dusted cheeks Dipper closed the gap, pressing his lips desperately to
Bills, a timid hand moving up to entangle his fingers within Bills bangs. Once
the forked tongue of Bills began to lick and trace at the seam of Dippers lips
his mouth opened obediently, eyes sliding closed as he allowed the demon to
taste him, tongue yielding to the pressure placed on it. Having his tongue
pinned down to the bottom of his mouth, Dipper felt his legs being moved and
guided to rest over the armrest of the chair whilst Bill held a protective hold
on him. A muffled moan escaped Dipper before he was given the chance to breathe
once again, his eyes opening just in time to see the golden hue of Bills eye
brightening.
“With each kiss, each act of adoration and love you give to me, you strengthen
me.” Bill laughed, a soft echo ringing out from the noise, “and you never
realized.”
“I don’t mind… if I can feed you- help you in anyway…I want to…” Dipper
whispered in embarrassment, fingers disentangling from his hair, eyes averting,
“it’s the least I can do, to show I’m not a burden.”
Narrowing his eye in anger Bill forced Dippers chin back up, emitting a squeak
from the frightened boy, the candles blue flames growing bigger whilst the air
about them grew colder. “And just who the hell said you were a burden?!”
“I- well, no one…” He stuttered, eyes widening, shaking in fear, “but I know
they whisper about me, how odd I am- how weak I am…I want to be useful, I want
to help you!”
The air grew steadily warmer whilst the candles died down low, Bills eye
softening; with a heavy sigh, he ran his gloved fingers through Dippers hair, a
kiss pressed to the odd birthmark on his forehead. “Do not listen to the
mindless sheep of this town, you are useful in both action and spirit, you are
my deerling, I would not have chosen you as such if I thought you were a
burden.”
“Now, my sweet deerling, I grow hungry, if I am to kill off Pyronica I need a
bit more energy, you can spare some, can’t you my deerling?” The wickedness in
Bills eye once more returned, his teeth barred when he smiled, slipping a hand
under Dipper’s robes he reached up to pinch a nipple. “I have a special plan
for you today, tell me I may feed and I will make you feel more than you have
ever before.”
Unable to say no- oh how Dipper thought the possibility was foolish- Dipper
nodded eagerly, cheeks darkening in color whilst his lips parted silently;
Dipper felt himself being picked up, unable to look away from Bills glowing orb
of an eye, the gloved black hands holding him firmly, carrying him close. The
altar was bare save for two elongated candles and the unholy book, it’s black
pages scrawled over with golden ink; with a wave of a finger the objects
vanished, making room for Dipper to be laid down upon the cool marble, a shiver
running down his spine. Opening his mouth to complain of the cold Dipper felt
the marble quickly heating up, blue flames burning at the edges as his wrists
and ankles were bound by translucent gold chains, the symbol of Bills eye
engraved on the cusps. With nimble fingers Bill undid the buttons of Dippers
robes, pushing the fabric open to reveal Dippers naked form, his cock already
half erected, bared of any restraints. Looming over him Bill leant down in
order to press a kiss to his pale, softly chubby belly, licking around his
navel before stroking his nipples. At the sound of Dippers breath hitching Bill
smirked, forked tongue licking his navel again whilst his right hand moved down
his chest to just above the indent; with the tip of his nail through the glove
Bill began to trace his symbol on Dippers belly, blue flames sparking up where
his finger touched. Despite the look of fear on Dippers face he felt no pain
but pleasure, his toes curling as the sensation of warmth washed over him, his
head resting back down. Kissing below the flames Bill brought his hands gently
down Dipper’s thighs, caressing the gentle curves, murmuring words of
endearment for his deerling, the gold hue of his eye brightening.
“Yes,” Bill cooed, a hand moving to Dippers hip whilst he idly stroked the
ever-hardening erection, “I can feel my power returning from today, such love
you have for me. Say it my deerling, say that you love me and only me.”
Whimpering in growing need Dipper tried to shift his hips, however the chains
made it harder for him to move, the hand on his cock pumping lazily, Bills
thumb swiping over his slit. “I love you- hell be damned I love you Bill
Cypher! My god, my priest…my everything.”
Drinking in his words Bill rewarded him with a slow drag of his tongue against
the tip of his cock, eye rolled up to watch him. Stepping back Bill moved his
hands away, instead plucking open the buttons of his shirt to reveal his
stomach, the skin turning dark, pitch black in color whilst ghost like
appendages were summoned, tentacles in which he used for feeding.
“Like a slaughtered deerling on the altar.” Bill whispered, fingers brushing
against Dipper’s cock once more whilst an appendage grew slick with gold
translucent pre-cum, snaking around Dippers left thigh before brushing under
the sensitive sack to spread his cheeks. With the first tentacle like appendage
rubbing and prodding at Dippers puckered entrance yet another slipped over him,
wrapping loosely over his right hip, the tip opening much like a mouth to slip
over the tip of Dippers cock. Hearing the moan of surprise and curiosity Bill
dipped low to kiss him, stroking a hand through his hair to calm him. “Relax, I
need more energy than usual, I just need you to endure and I promise a greater
pleasure than any mortal could give you.”
“O-okay…” Dipper groaned, the tentacle moving down further on his cock,
restricting around him playfully, whilst the tip of the tentacle finally
pushing past his rim, stretching the tight ring of muscle. “Aah…I forgot how
thick they are…”
“I shall not harm you, give it time and I promise you will be screaming for
more soon.” Bill smirked, pressing his lips back down against his, finger tips
moving to stroking at the blue flames that flickered and burned on the others
stomach before sliding them up to give his pale pink nipples a twist and tug.
With the tentacle, in between Dippers legs slipping deeper inside of him it
began to thicken to that of a cock, ridges forming on its underside to further
pleasure him whilst another appendage took form. Secreting the same translucent
pre-cum, the tentacle wiggled and stroked against the partially stretched rim
until it could work its way inside, forcing a gasp from Dipper in which Bill
used the moment to slip his tongue into his mouth. True to Bills words Dipper
soon began trying to rock his hips the fleshy appendage around his cock pulsing
and slipping up before moving back down, reminding the blushing teen of how
much control Bill truly held. Yet despite Dippers rocking hips and mewls for
more the tentacles pressing into him did not thrust, simply slipping in deeper
whilst he felt yet another prod at his entrance, a whimper of fear escaping.
Rattling the chains a bit to try and close his legs Dipper felt the vibrations
beginning to form around his cock, the tentacle that sucked him vibrating and
pulsing around him whilst the third tentacle used the distraction to wiggle in
alongside the other two, remaining slim in order not to tear him.
The tongue in his mouth slowly slipped out much to Dippers disproval, only to
gasp when he felt It lick at his neck, razor like teeth biting into the sharp
flesh not long after. With no warning the tentacles in side of him began to
thrust, slipping in an out of him at different paces before moving as one, the
ribbed side pressing firmly against his inner channel, thickening and lessening
with each thrust, mimicking that of a pulse. Flexing his fingers weakly Dipper
whined, the urge to run his fingers through Bills bangs hindered only by the
restraints that held him in place. With a particularly painful bite being felt
Dipper arched as much as his restraints would allow, screaming out in a mixture
of pain and pleasure, crying out for Bill to kiss him once more.
“I can feel your energy, draining into me, so delicious and pure.” Bill cooed,
eye practically a ray of light with the energy that coursed through him, the
three tentacles inside of Dipper thrusting rougher, thickening once Dippers
prostate was found, earning yet another scream from the other, the mouth like
appendage on his cock sucking and bobbing greedily. Leaning down, covering the
blue flamed symbol Bill began to teasingly lick and nibble on his left nipple,
tugging the reddening between his teeth whilst he pinched and rolled the
neglected one in-between his black gloved fingers. “I could devour you whole,
drink every drop till you are nothing more than a carcass, but oh how I love
you my deerling; my sweet, sweet deerling.”
Leaning in close to Dippers ear he hissed, “after all I own you, body and soul,
and I plan on keeping you safe and begging for more for all of eternity.”
“P-please…I want that…” Dipper whispered, eyes closing tightly at the assault
on his prostate, the liquid heat on his cock making the flames burn brighter
and larger, increasing the fog in his brain, eyes glossing over. “Aah! Right
there Bill, please!”
Thrusting the tentacles faster Bill cooed sweet nothings in Dippers ear, teeth
grazing the tip before he bit down, lapping at the small bead of blood that
began to form, the boys’ noises of pleasure increasing the tentacle appendages
movements, a fifth and final one forming. Slipping around Dippers neck before
pressing its tip to his lips, stroking and tracing Dippers lips till he finally
opened wide for it, the tentacle slipping past eagerly. Being the giving lover
that he was Bill began to secrete a honey like syrup from the tip, the flavor a
sweet mixture of caramel and honey, drizzling down Dippers tongue to further
fuel the fog in his mind until he was soon scarlet cheeked and glossy eyed, the
will to try and buck gone as he finally came with a final thrust to his
prostate, the tentacle around his cock drinking him up, Bills symbol on his
belly flashing and flickering white before finally fading, leaving only a soft
pink outline from where the warmth had been, otherwise un-harming to him,
almost unnoticeable.
Releasing the restraints with the flick of his finger Bill brushed his fingers
through Dippers hair, hushing him softly, urging him to remain laying down. The
tentacles slipped from him with a dribble of cum before fading however the one
in Dippers mouth remained, secreting the honey like liquid for just a bit
longer before slipping out, leaving a bit of the sticky substance on Dippers
lips.
“You must be very tired after all that, such a beautiful and trusting deerling
you are.” Bills lips pressed to the odd birthmark on Dippers forehead, his eye
sliding closed whilst he remained bent over him, feeling the other shiver
underneath him. The marble under Dipper grew cold as it had been before. “I fed
you just enough of my own love to keep your body from shutting down, in time
you will be back to yourself again, however, I must insist you remain here. I
have a demoness to hunt.”
Murmuring nonsense Dipper fought to focus on the other, his lips moving before
finally closing, eyes slipping close whilst his breathe grew shallow, the urge
to sleep too much for him to ignore. Pulling up the robe that laid under him
Bill did up the buttons to offer Dipper some modesty and warmth, grabbing and
placing his own cloak around him whilst he made the candles light up once more
with blue flames, this time moving them closer to keep Dipper warm. Covering
Dippers birthmark with his hair Bill whispered a protective curse around him,
to any that would touch his deerling he would kill if the curse didn’t strip
the meat from their bones first.
“Sleep well my deerling, I will bring back the sun.” Adjusting his shirt and
vest over himself Bill headed out of the church by the back doors, being
already in the heart of the woods, the wind whipping through the trees
furiously whilst the darkened skies promised yet another cruel storm to the
town. With feather, light footsteps Bill walked, the creatures of the forest
both natural and unnatural staying clear of his line of sight, the air around
him growing hotter with each step until he felt it crackle with energy, to
anyone else they would have been asphyxiated by the intense heat and pressure,
however Bill merely waved his hand, laughing out.
“Is this the best you have? A few flashy tricks and hiding? Come on out
Pyronica, I want to look at you one last time before I kill you.”
“Says the one hiding behind stone and humans.” A female voice called out,
magenta fire trails snaking through the grass, stopping only a foot or two away
from Bill before the speaker took form, a long-legged demon made nearly
entirely of flames; her face contained only one eye and a mouthful of sharp and
crooked teeth whilst her hair gave way to several horns, completely void of
clothing. “It has been a while Cypher, to think I once stood before you as an
inferior- you were our leader and you betrayed us, you abandoned us!”
Unfazed by her bout of anger Bill merely shrugged, resting his hands on his
hips with a sigh of annoyance. “honestly you are one pesky runt. I promised you
nothing, I offered you nothing. You followed me to this universe of your own
free will, all I asked in return was bit of energy. I have this town right
where I want it, and I’m not losing it to a demoness who doesn’t know her
place. Now read my lips. Beat. It!”
With a roar of rage, she charged to close the gap between them, only to be
deflected by a wave of Bills hand, the power behind it forcing her back several
feet, her eye narrowing in disbelief. However, not one to be dismissed so
easily she charged once more, magenta flames surrounding Bill from all angles,
forcing him to move and duck to avoid being burnt, however, it was when he
glanced over that he felt a searing heat pass by the right side of his face,
the eye patch he wore being torn off.
In unbridled fury Bill whipped his bangs back, both his hands glowing with blue
flames whilst he gave Pyronica clear view of just what laid under the eyepatch.
A pure black orb was where the eye should have been, a gold slit down the
middle resembling a pupil; hearing her gasp at seeing it he used her surprise
to knock her down, his own flames crackling and burning over her magenta
trails, slowly turning them blue with hints of black before snaking up her
legs, immobilizing her, forcing a scream from her lips whilst she struggled to
move.
“You always wanted to know what was under my eye patch, well now you get to see
it. The orb of death, it ate away my other eye but gave me unmeasurable power
when fueled to the brim!” He snarled, his flames working their way up her body,
reaching her neck before stopping, leaving her free to use her mouth.
“How- you were never this strong before…” Her eye was wide with fear, her body
no longer moving under her will, with a howl of pain she was forced to her
knees, the fire soon covering her mouth.
“I have a new food source, and in order for me to keep him, you need to die.”
Bill abbreviated the final word by having his flames devour her whole,
silencing her screams before flickering out of existence, the only remains
being a scorched mark and reddish black ashes that quickly scattered from the
wind. With a sigh Bill felt his orb turn cold, the power from Dipper gone;
gathering up his discarded eye patch he tied it in place, heading back to the
church, taking a moment to set the pocket dimension that held the town back in
order.
The sun would rise tomorrow and the town would thank him, but Bill grew, dare
he say worried by the close encounter. Just how many of the other demons still
remembered him?
How many would come not only to take his town but perhaps even Dipper?
He would not let his hold on the pocket dimension waiver again…
***** Chapter 3 *****
“We are simple lambs, weak and mild, may our merciful God continue his watch
over us…”
The words from the sermon hung heavy in the air, the patrons of the church
leaving silently, none straying from the crimson carpet that led the way out,
books left neatly on the wooden pews. The smell of incense wafted softly in the
air, the echoes of the footsteps fading until the priest was truly alone;
closing the unholy book he read from the tanned skin priest moved away from his
altar, taking a seat in his throne of a chair, his gold eye closing- he was
truly alone, and exhausted.
How long had it been since his fight with Pyronica?
Days?
Weeks?
Time lost all meaning when it came to the immortal and the time loop that
encased his pocket dimension, time forever repeating, and the citizen of the
town, never the wiser. With each loop came new experiences, none of them
remembered the ‘past’ month. It was all according to the priest’s plan, to keep
his ‘sheep’ from leaving, to continue feeding from their fear and feeble cries
for salvation; the only one he took special care of, the only one he didn’t
want to destroy, was the Altar boy with curly brown hair and bright brown eyes
that threatened to tear Bill apart from their sweetness, the trust that Dipper
held for him.
Oh yes, Dipper was a special case, his sweet lamb that was sacrificed over, and
over, and yet always returning, always giving Bill energy despite how tired his
little lamb grew. The demon truly loved him.
Opening his eye, the priest watched in curiosity a man approach, a man he knew
very well, for all the wrong reasons.
Stanford Pines.
Sitting a bit straighter the priest prepared himself mentally for yet another
battle of words, his forked tongue having to be held in order to keep up his
allusion of being a mere man of god to the other. The priest could feel
Stanford’s anger, his unbridled rage even before he stood in front of him, the
man’s six fingered hands clenched tightly by his sides, his gray eyes narrowed
behind his thick framed glasses. Smiling sweetly Bill clasped his hands in his
lap, his head tilting just a bit in order for his hair to fall over his eye
patch.
“Mr. Pines, such a lovely visit, you have not come to my church in a very long
time, I have missed you dearly.” Bill cooed, his own anger bubbling and coiling
in his stomach- oh how he despised the man of science before him. “Do tell,
what brings you here?”
Taken off guard by the joyful voice Stanford shook his head to regain himself,
his right hand brought up, a finger pointed in Bills direction. “Do not try and
be sweet, I know your true intentions, I’m here to talk to you about Dipper,
not about your bull shit of a church!”
“Now, now, no need to be so vulgar,” Bill continued to smile, getting up slowly
from his seat, his hands still clasped before him; the tension was thick, with
each step towards the aged man he took, he found that the other stepped back.
“You wish to talk about Dipper, then let us talk. Since he has been working for
the church he has been educated on the importance of cleanliness for both body
and mind, he has been taught herbology and the interactions of the world around
him. If anything, he has been taught more by me than anything you have offered
him. You try and push your ideals onto him much too strongly, I merely offer
him the tools and he accepts them. Do you wish to take him from the church? To
lock him away like some damsel?”
“How dare you use such a tone with me!” Stanford snapped, his finger jammed
against Bills chest, pressing forward hard, “I can teach him of true
experiences, of science and the world around him, not some fantasy you have
ensnared him with! I don’t know how you got him to be so close to you, and I
won’t allow it, you- you-!”
“You think me to be a demon? A monster perhaps?” With strained politeness Bill
slapped the hand away from himself, turning around on his heel, taking a few
steps forward, his hands raising; slowly, one by one the candles dimmed, the
air around them growing frigid.
He was done playing games.
“Who- what are you?” Stanford’s eyes widened with fear, his suspicions being
proven right.
“I’m just a humble priest, blessed with the love from this town and its
inhabitants, I merely wish to keep them all safe and sound, but you?” Turning
slowly, his eye narrowed, Bill frowned, his gloved hand raised, with his
fingers curling save for his middle finger he created a blue flame, his golden
eye soon glowing. “You test my patience, Stanford, I keep this town safe, and
yet you still condemn me, tell me old fool, how many times have creatures
attacked? None? Why can’t you just be like the others?!”
Swallowing his words Stanford instinctively reached for the concealed gun he
kept at his hip, only for it to be shot away by a burst of blue flames that
shot from Bills finger.
“You know not who you are dealing with.” Bill hissed, stepping forward, forcing
Stanford to step back until his footing was lost, his body falling backwards
only to be caught by an invisible force. “You are lucky I am letting you live,
after all, Dipper cares for you, and that is the only reason why I will allow
you to keep your feeble life.”
“I’ll tell the whole town what you are, your church will be burned to the
ground and your body purged, you demon!” With a cry of pain Stanford’s head was
forced back, what felt to be invisible hands clenched around his throat until
his vision began to blur, black spots appearing, it was only when his skin
turned a dark shade of red that Stanford was dropped heavily, his knees
colliding with the stone steps with a crunch. Looking up Stanford watched
powerlessly as the demon priest walked forward, Bills face mere inches from
his. Cold gloved hands rested on the sides of Stanford’s face, Bill’s eye
glowing until it was the only thing Stanford could see; with a pain sharper
than any headache he had ever experienced, Stanford began to black out, his
mind growing sluggish until it was too late to try and fight. His hands fall
limply from Bill’s wrists.
 
Hearing soft footsteps, the demon stood up, watching with disinterest at the
body that fell limp, his gaze resting upon the young face of his altar boy, the
poor boys eye full of fear and confusion. With a wave of his hand Bill re-lit
the blown-out candles, the church once more warm. The smell of fear was foul to
the demon’s nose- oh how he hated to upset his little lamb. Taking his seat
once more before the altar Bill motioned for Dipper to join him, the boy all
too compliant; with gentle hands Bill helped Dipper up onto his lap, his arms
wrapping around Dipper’s thin hips.
“You are shaking.” Bill murmured, his fingers stroking Dipper’s belly
mindlessly, his golden eye watching the boy closely, “If you are fearful that I
have killed him, then rest assured I did not. He will wake up surely bruised
and achy, but he will wake up none the less.”
“And what if he does go to the town and tell them what happened?” Dipper’s
voice was soft, full of worry, his hands holding onto Bill’s as if the other
were to suddenly vanish. “Please Bill, I don’t want to stop coming here, I
don’t want you destroyed!”
Pressing a kiss to Dipper’s curls of hair, Bill reassured him, his fingers
giving Dipper’s a soft squeeze.
“He will not remember our meeting, I will bring his body to the forest, and
there he will awaken, he will most assuredly assume he had fallen and will
return home. When he comes back I will deal with him in a kinder manner.”
Bill’s hands moved to rest on Dipper’s clothed chest, his golden eye closing.
“I am very tired…”
“You meant what you said though, about wanting me to stay here?” Dipper
whispered, turning to press a kiss to Bill’s lips, remarking in fear just how
cold Bill’s skin felt. “Bill- Bill what’s going on? Why are you so cold?!”
Cracking his eye open sleepily Bill pressed a kiss back, his body going a bit
limp, his hands soon resting on Dipper’s thighs. “I’m tired, my young lamb,
erasing his memories and keeping him held up for so long, it has drained me.”
Sighing softly, he frowned, “I have been using more energy than usual to
keep this town protected, something- someone keeps trying to break through the
barrier… but I’m so tired…”
“Barrier? What can I do?” Dipper whispered, pressing kisses to Bill’s lips,
knowing about the transfer of energy. “Bill please stay awake!”
“Just let me hold you, let me rest, and I will be fine.” Bill re-assured,
adjusting his hold so that Dipper was cradled against him, his head lulling
forward, eye once again closing. “Just think loving thoughts, I’ll be back to
normal soon enough.”
Holding Bill’s hands in his, Dipper shivered, looking to the body of his Great
Uncle laid out on the floor, a feeling of shame washing over him at the
discovery that the sight did not alarm him.
Feeling Bill’s breath even out, Dipper remained against his sleeping demon,
thinking of loving thoughts and hoping to give Bill even more energy when the
other was awake, his cheeks dusted red at the thought.
Bill knew not how long he slept for, only that when he awoke from his slumber
that the candles were all but extinguished and that Dipper had fallen asleep in
his lap- but that was not the reason why Bill woke up. No, far from it.
 
Another demon had entered his pocket dimension…
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