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  As Andreas approached the bed and his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he saw Eva, her arms and legs restrained by ropes, writhing in pain. Her beautiful face still glowed, but inside her eyes, Andreas saw a darkness. Then Eva looked directly at him and suddenly shouted, ‘Put your cock in my mouth!’

  Andreas wanted to pull back, shocked by her utterances, but instead he looked at her kindly. And in a moment of lucidity, Eva returned to herself, the black misty glow fading away. Her huge, brilliant eyes looked, deep and pleading, into Andreas’s own.

  ‘Please help me, Father Andreas. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop it any longer. It’s killing me,’ Eva whispered.

  Andreas looked at the other priest, then spoke. ‘Leave us. I will remove this demon or die in the process.’

  The priest nodded in deference to Andreas’s greater skill and the steel in his voice. He left the chamber and Andreas secured the door shut with its latch, locking himself into a battle to the finish. Eva looked scared, but also comforted.

  Andreas untied her feet and then her hands. ‘Are you sure you should be doing that?’ she asked. ‘I can’t be trusted. It can take hold of me at any moment.’

  Father Andreas gently stroked the hair back from her forehead. ‘Hush, I will take care of you.’ Eva looked up at him and smiled, happy for a brief moment in these weeks of hell. She put her hand up and gently touched his face.

  And then a darkness overtook her and Eva changed. Her caressing hand turned into a claw and she dug it into Andreas’s flesh, drawing blood. ‘Put your balls in my mouth so I can rip them from your body,’ the demon whispered. Andreas jerked back, uncertain how to proceed, as the blackness enveloped Eva once again.

  The demon’s strength was immense and Eva, now unrestrained, rose off the bed. Her hospital gown flowed beneath her, so the demon ripped it off and exposed her beautiful, naked floating body to Andreas. He gasped. Her nipples were erect and her legs were longer than he had imagined. The curve from her hip to her groin was delicate and enticing. Andreas had pictured her naked in his dreams, but in reality, her beauty was far greater. And then she leaned over tried to choke him.

  Andreas grabbed her arms and the two of them wrestled but the priest finally managed to overpower her. He laid her back on the bed and straddled her, holding down her hands on either side of her face. The demon in Eva spat at Andreas and writhed underneath his pressure. Andreas, to his dismay, was aroused by Eva’s movements and he felt himself harden. The demon inside Eva smiled. ‘You want to lick my wet pussy, priest? Come to me. I will spread my legs wide. I will clamp my cunt on your mouth. You can eat me from the inside.’

  Andreas held the cross that hung around his neck towards Eva. He prayed fervently, but Eva just smiled. The demon was too strong for mere prayers. Despite this, Father Andreas kept his eyes closed and continued praying, his taut balls pressing against Eva’s lower belly, his erection harder and more urgent than it had ever been. The demon inside Eva kept spouting profanities and continued its lewd barrage of the ways they could pleasure each other. She was quieter now, more seductive, trying to lure Father Andreas into a lover’s intimacy.

  He continued his prayers, trying to block out the demon’s words, but he feared that he was too weak to resist. Eva then violently squirmed underneath Father Andreas, almost knocking him off her. And so he was forced to lie on top of her, his erection pressing against her belly, with only the thin cloth of his black robe between them. He grabbed her hands and subdued her once more. He could smell her sweat and what he thought was sex emanating from her. But then a change came over her face and lightness settled and the demon departed again, if only for a moment.

  ‘I am so sorry. It is not me!’ Sister Eva wailed helplessly. She shifted a little under Andreas and he hitched his breath. As he made to release her, she begged him, ‘Please. Don’t move. In case it comes back.’

  Andreas remained where he was, pressed chest to chest, belly to belly, on top of the naked Eva, staring into her eyes. A tear pooled in the corner of one. ‘I will save you,’ Andreas promised.

  Eva’s lips separated, just a little. Andreas wanted to kiss her, more than anything he had ever wanted before, but she was in pain, and she needed his strength and his skill as an exorcist right now, not his affection or lust.

  ‘What does it want?’ he asked her. ‘Does it talk to you? You must know.’

  Eva nodded. She knew but could not say it.

  ‘You must tell me.’

  Eva shook her head. ‘It is too awful.’

  Andreas was captivated by this beautiful woman and it was taking all of his 38 years of self-control not to ravish her as he covered her with his body. Yet he was afraid to release her in case the demon returned. ‘Tell me. We don’t have much time,’ Andreas pleaded.

  Eva looked away, afraid. ‘I was cursed because the wife thought I was making love with her husband. I wasn’t,’ she said, without meeting Andreas’s eyes.

  ‘Of course. I know that,’ Andreas reassured her.

  Eva continued, still avoiding his face. ‘The demon inside me. He wants me soiled. He will not let go unless I have been debased. Made impure.’

  Andreas’s heart went out to her. The shame of what she was saying was overwhelming. A woman who had devoted her life to purity and goodness would now only be healed if she was tarnished. But would Eva ever recover from such an act?

  All of a sudden Eva’s body jerked – the demon had returned. ‘You know what I want. Fuck me now, priest. Fuck the little innocent until she howls.’

  Andreas did not know how to react. He knew his prayers and holy water and cross would be useless. The demon kept spouting obscenities, making Andreas even more aroused despite himself, and yet angrier that such an evil being could possess such a pure-hearted woman.

  ‘… Lick you until you come,’ the demon whispered and Andreas did the only thing he could. He leaned forward and kissed Eva gently. The kiss was chaste at first, an innocent attempt at quelling a ravenous demon, but then it turned deeper. Andreas wanted to stop, but he couldn’t. He felt the kiss being returned, Eva’s tongue gently probing his mouth. He was unsure of whether it was Eva or the demon, but felt certain the demon would not be this gentle, this enticing. Or maybe that was exactly what the demon would be.

  He sobered up to the reality of the situation. Just as he thought he wouldn’t be able to stop, he pulled back, his face inches from Eva’s. He stared at her, breathing heavily. In her eyes, he saw it was Eva, not the demon looking out at him.

  ‘Help me, I don’t know what to do,’ Eva beseeched him. ‘I don’t want to make love, but I must if I am to survive. Is my innocence the price I must pay for my life? And what life will I have if I debase myself so?’

  Andreas didn’t know what to do. He might literally be damned if he did, and damned if he did not. He looked over at the door, at its deadbolt firmly in place, then pleaded in return, ‘You tell me. Please. I cannot decide this for you.’

  Eva, head turned again, cried, ‘I do not want to die like this!’ Then she looked at Andreas again. ‘Please. But do it with love.’

  Andreas nodded. He felt like a dam had just burst inside him but he tried to stay calm for Eva’s sake, doing everything in his power to hold back the flood. He leaned down again and kissed her, gently at first. But it deepened quickly – too quickly. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He’d been wanting to do this for five years, but knew it was strictly forbidden, and now, for these brief moments, he had been given permission. In fact, he had more than permission. He was doing this to save her life.

  Although he was 38, he too was a virgin, and uncertain of how to proceed. But nature triumphed and his baser human instincts took over. His hand moved slowly up her arm towards her ripe, round breast. He fondled her nipple and almost came at the feel of the hardness at its point. He moved his mouth down and sucked it gently.

  Eva moaned and pushed her pelvis against his body. She then wrapped her legs around his. He took her other nip
ple in his mouth and sucked, lightly biting the tip. She arched her back and put her hands on his shoulders.

  Andreas had never felt such sensation coursing through his body. He felt more powerful and alive than ever before. For this brief period of time, he forgot about sin and the implications of what he was doing and gave himself over to his purely physical urges.

  He moved his head down, spreading kisses across her belly. Eva raised her head, as if curious as to where he was headed, and then flopped back when he reached the soft curls at her mound. Andreas breathed in her scent, still not believing that he was doing this. Then, ever so slowly, he licked her, his tongue just skimming her sex.

  Eva moaned and then his tongue carefully, delicately entered her. It was saltier and more sensuous than he expected. Andreas wanted to ram his tongue into her over and over, but he knew he must be careful. It was taking all his willpower to hold off on his own satisfaction, but he knew he must give her pleasure if they were to succeed.

  Andreas could have spent hours licking her soft folds, but he was uncertain whether he could satisfy her this way and, more importantly, if this would be enough to satisfy the demon. So he stood and, almost reverentially, took off his black robes and shoes, anticipating the next moments.

  His erection sprang free. No other person had ever seen him aroused, so he was not sure how Eva would react. Her beautiful eyes enlarged.

  ‘Do not worry, I will not hurt you. I promise,’ he said.

  ‘Hurry,’ Eva begged, ‘I can feel it returning.’ Andreas quickly leaned over her once more, but now skin on skin, and he kissed her. He then lay on top of her, gently, so as not to crush her, and his erection rested in the junction of her thighs. His instincts were telling him to ravish her but he wanted to make it last, knowing this would be the first and only time he would ever be with a woman.

  She lifted her hips up to him, begging him with her eyes. Andreas saw that Eva wanted this as much as he did. At this moment, he was not a priest and not even a healer, but a man. A man who had never known the intimate touch of a woman and now had a taste of her and never wanted to forget. Like a man who had been dying of thirst, and who had finally found a freshwater spring, he wanted to indulge himself but he didn’t want to drown.

  He lifted her hips and the tip of him touched her, on the verge of entry. He looked at her once more, and she smiled. ‘Please.’

  Slowly, very slowly, he pressed into her, a little at a time. He’d never imagined it would feel this extraordinary. She was soft yet clenching him tightly and it felt like he was sinking into paradise. She moaned and he almost came at once, but he contained himself, knowing he must see to her pleasure first.

  He increased the pressure and pushed a little further, but met some resistance. He could smell her sweat and innocence and was uncertain whether to continue, but then she lifted her hips to meet him, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He arched his back and with one strong but gentle push, he broke through her and entered her completely, embedded in her to the hilt.

  Eva breathed deeply, and so did Andreas. He so desperately wanted to move, but was afraid of hurting her, so he waited. And then, as if guided by some magical force, she began to move and he moved with her. Soon they were in unison, his thrusts matching hers. In all his years of masturbating and imagining, he had never dreamed it would be this passionate or fulfilling, as he filled her gently but completely, over and over. He wanted to find fulfilment, but was determined to wait. It was excruciating, the pleasure-pain he was feeling.

  Beneath him, she gasped. He could feel a change inside her, an indescribable tightening and throbbing to match his own. He kept up his slow assault, until he thought he would explode. He looked into Eva’s eyes, seeking a cue or a hint as to whether she was ready. When their eyes met, beneath the misty passion, he saw trust and friendship. She was ready to go wherever he would take her. He increased the pace ever so slightly as she raised her hips to meet his with every movement. They were like two dancers, their bodies, their tongues perfectly in time to the music. Andreas could still taste her sex in his mouth and as their tongues mated, he pushed harder and faster, now ramming into her, desperate for her completion.

  And then Eva moaned.

  Instead of urging her to stifle her response, he encouraged it. ‘Louder.’ He knew that if she was ever to vanquish this demon, she would have to be strong.

  Again she moaned and, this time, shouted his name – and now his voice joined hers. ‘You are pure. You are innocent. You are clean. You are beautiful.’

  With each ramming thrust, he shouted another endearment and declaration of her innocence. Eva wrapped her legs around his waist and arched off the bed, then, with a loud shout that almost turned into a cry, she exploded. And as Andreas felt her come apart beneath him, he stilled himself, embedded inside her.

  The black mist that, for the last three weeks, had been inside Eva now rose to the surface. And miraculously, instead of enveloping her as before, it kept rising, moving out of her body and off the bed. Finally, it disappeared through the crack underneath the door.

  Andreas looked at Eva and she nodded. It was over. The demon had been exorcised. Relief washed over him, but his erection was still deep inside her. It killed him to do this, but Andreas slowly, reluctantly, began to remove himself from her body, knowing his job was done.

  Eva gasped in pleasure and it took all his willpower not to ram into her again and make her his for this brief moment. He could not do it. He had his vows and his duty to her. But just as he was about to leave her soft warmth, he felt her hands on his buttocks, holding him inside her, pulling him in deeper. He struggled with himself, desperate to continue their lovemaking and find his release, but equally determined not to take advantage and reject his vows. ‘We cannot,’ he told her.

  But Eva would not be deterred. She lifted her hips higher and lowered her hands, making it almost impossible for him to pull away. She whispered, ‘Please. Just this once. I want you to know the pleasure that I just felt. Everyone should experience such joy just once.’

  Eva then moved her hand between them and fondled Andreas. ‘Please. Let go,’ she whispered and then licked his nipple. And that was Andreas’s undoing. He rammed into her over and over, pushing himself further inside her, deeper than he had ever thought possible. The sensation was overwhelming as he found himself getting higher and higher towards his own climax. And then he heard Eva moan and felt an imperceptible shift inside her. She was going to find her release again.

  Just as Andreas was about to explode, he took Eva’s face in his hands and kissed her, gently but passionately. She hitched her breath and then screamed and then, finally, after 38 years of obedience and abstinence, he let go. Waves of pleasure washed over him as he filled her completely. He kept thrusting as the surge maintained its constant assault. He had never felt so liberated and exhilarated and satisfied at the same time, but he was so overwhelmed, he could hardly even make sense of what he was feeling.

  He now understood what he had been denying himself but was satisfied to know that for once – and only this once – he had, while doing his duty as a priest, reached the dizzying heights that other men knew and took for granted.

  He looked at Eva for confirmation and she smiled, laughed and cried, all at the same time. She was healed, she was happy, yet she too was sad that this would be the only time she would ever feel satisfied in this way. She wrapped her arms around him and brought his mouth down to hers for another kiss.

  For the next four hours, Andreas and Eva kissed and smiled and laughed and shared secrets they had never shared before. They discussed how this would strengthen their resolve towards God and their friendship with each other. They also made love twice more. Each time, they were both amazed by how perfectly they fitted together and the way their bodies reacted to each other’s touch. Then they both fell asleep in each other’s arms, sticky and sweaty and thoroughly satisfied.

  Tomorrow, they would both return to their duties and
observe their vows, but for this brief moment in time only, each was the other’s soulmate and saviour.

  Unfinished Business

  by Lucy Felthouse

  When Caitlyn first woke up, she didn’t notice anything amiss. It was only when she simultaneously stretched and opened her eyes that she realised something wasn’t right. For starters, she wasn’t in the same place she’d gone to bed. Blinking, she looked around the room and sleepily wondered if she’d been kidnapped by a vicar.

  She was in some kind of church. There were candelabras and flower arrangements dotted around, and despite the depressing music emanating from somewhere, it was incredibly peaceful. Looking down, Caitlyn got two shocks. One, she was in a coffin and two, she appeared to be both sitting up and lying down at the same time. Suddenly, she felt very awake.

  The lying-down Caitlyn had her eyes closed and looked even paler than usual. The sitting-up Caitlyn’s brain finally caught up and realised what had happened. To her credit, she didn’t freak out. She figured that although it sucked that she was dead at 25, if she was lying in a chapel of rest, there wasn’t really a lot she could do about it.

  What Caitlyn couldn’t understand was that physically, she didn’t feel any different. Frowning, she pinched herself. Fuck, that hurt! So she could feel herself, and yet she was sitting not on, but inside her own body, as though she had no physical form.

  Curiouser and curiouser, Caitlyn thought, in true Alice in Wonderland style. Then she decided that sitting around in a coffin wasn’t really a very fun way of spending her afterlife, so she clambered out. She had no idea whether anyone would be able to see her or not, but she was still relieved to note that she was wearing clothes and shoes. Glancing back towards the coffin, she noted they were the same ones she was to be buried in, apparently. Caitlyn figured it could be worse. At least she wasn’t doomed to wander around in a ghastly white nightie, like those old- fashioned ghosts.