Summary: Jacques De la Cuck Has been with the Foul, insatiable Beast for some time now. Will he confess his feelings for the Monster? Will he ask for forgiveness of Sins? Find out now!

Tags: Religious references, Power bottom monster, demon sex, interspecies, /Gmad/ Anal, Riding, supernatural Sex, Short story, Sadness, bittersweet ending, cliffhanger Ending, Or balcony ending, they fuck on a balcony at the end.

References to and mockery of the Occult.

References to “Satanic Black Magic! Sick shit!” But he’s a Templar You already know, Extremely Dubious Consent that turns romance at the end, size difference, size kink, Musky sweaty GMAD ASS, Slight Catholic references.

Author’s note: Written as an apology, to HIM and to You, the reader. I pray You find peace…

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“Thrust me through My love! You know how I like my stuffing, especially when it’s from You!”

Jacques screamed.

He wasn’t restrained yet felt as though in bondage. The Demon outweighed him absurdly, his weight enough to have already destroyed the bed supporting legs, riding the Living Dildo he purchased upon the ruins of silk.

The Templar prayed to Baphomet hoping he would deliver him. But like the lifeless idol he had found and hidden, his prayer’s had no life or answers within them.

The demon heard his prayer, rewarding the seven foot tall Human with even more rough slamming, beating his low hanging testicles red with his plump haunches.

It hurt him. It pleasured him.

Humiliated him and disgraced what little dignity a Blaspheming Sorcery enamored Proto Mason like him pretended to have.

The Demon never hurt him physically, but to say his luciferian born pride wasn’t wounded near to death would be inaccurate.

The Demon did not merely wound Jacques’s pride.

He violated it.

Broke it in half, to make it sport. And continued breaking his dignity and cursing his perverted mystery Religion hated by The Church. Breaking and smashing it further.

And further.

Until any semblance of ever being a sorcerer or magician or Gnostic Genius had been killed and sucked and milked out through Jacques sizable cock into the waiting, hungry hole of his master.

The Demon was also Jealous of the Templar joining the crusades, as devouring Devil Worshippers in sheep’s clothing amongst the Papacy had always been a favorite delicacy of his.

After all Jacques had been sold off like some cheap whore as a punishment, and what better lesson to teach than trapping the Templar in his own Sin? Forced to face the Man he was, the real man, and not the Mask of a sheep worn to fool the simple and humble.

See, when the Christians would say that the mediums of magic and sorcery were of the devil they had been proven correct. Unbeknownst to Jacques and those like him however, was the reality that it only worked because demons would give it power.

There was no more power in a spell circle, incantation or idol than the demon working with it. Not to mention Black magic had been so weak those who practiced it had to do so in secret, for the rituals were of a nature so horrid and disgusting to the Everyman it made burning at the stake a guarantee than a mere possibility.

The demon would play with Jacques and ask him to call upon one of the demons he worked with to free him, teaching the Templar a lesson in humility. That being to not work with that which he didn’t understand.

“Mmmhmmm. Excise Me, Handsome! Plow the Unclean spirit out of me with that Magnificent Cock! I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m almost tempted to go to Church because of You. Oh, What did I do to get such a blessing! They should have told Me You were packing this Goliath Cock down here!”

He remarked laughing, panting heavy As he rode, Jacques too weak and tired to do much but accept his debauched situation.

He would imagine his cock was inside some fair maiden ripe for the plowing. And just as his fantasy get away card was played the Demon ripped it from his Grasp.

The intrusive thoughts filled him, the fair maiden simply transformed into the scaly demon now lifting his dress to entice the Templar.

Jacques wanted so desperately to pull out, but the warm rushing and stinging sensitive pleasure was the seal upon his fate.

He came. Hard and long like the night, pleasure and relief mixed with Sorrow. But the sorrow never lasted, The demon not granting even the pleasure of letting Jacques wallow in his own self pity and ungrateful World-view.

The Demon clenched hard, his own issue spilling and mixing with tattered sheets and thrown about pillows in the wreckage, a devil’s Handiwork complete…….

He still knew not how such a beast could get so big and yet seemingly, feast upon nothing.

Was it they’re unholy rutting? Was it Sin itself? How did his master maintain that chest, those thighs. That juicy derrier-

Jacques Groaned as he felt his massive length harden at the thought. It was only once the Demon looked at him did he realize he was staring at the Monster’s well toned and maintained body.

Stony and vascular and hard like a horses. Empowered below the waist as much too.

Jacques went to take a piece of bread, hoping to enjoy his meal.

Or try.

“Did You Pray To….Christ…Today?” The demon asked, the Name of Christ hurting his whole being just to utter.

Jacques figured it was God’s mercy the monster didn’t implode in Hellfire immediately.

“I-I…Can’t..Remember.. Master?” A fearful voice managed.

“Did you pray to me?!” The voice loud and filling the hall, Jacques retreating in his seat as the table shook.

“Ye-Yes… Why?”

The demon hissed, a lecherous smile contorting upon flesh ripping teeth. The Templar was a slow learner it seemed. Although The demon knew nothing about being a good Shepherd, he knew much about giving humans knowledge, and fully intended to teach this Sinner in particular why it pays to fear the One in three above them both.

“You Swear to me on this?”

Jacques nodded yes.

“Well, my lovely little Spreader. Swear to God Or his Son next time. My my it’s like You want to be burned at the Stake. Or worse”

“What’s… worse than that?” Jacques asked with fear, voice trembling over his words as though walking a narrow bridge.

The demon only smiled, before giving the Templar a psychic, horrifying vision that sent his flowing arousal straight down into the same place he was seeing.

Jacques stopped Praying To Baphomet that day.

“Haha-stop-no!-nooo-Oh my good Heavens You three are insatiable!” Jacques said as he attempted giving attention to and handling the three excited Dog heads licking his face.

The Cerberus Was larger than a horse with more energy than a bloodhound, And panted happily as all three of it found comfort in the new, and hopefully permanent, guest.

Jacques could have swore it was daytime when He started playing fetch when the Beast! Playtime eventually stopped at midnight, The Demon calming his pet down and hoisting his Templar Turned lover into muscular arms……..

It had been, well Jacques could not tell. All he knew was his Master had not been…In the ‘mood’, it seemed lately.

Not even at dinner.

Or breakfast.

Or dessert.

And whether it was a trick of Satan or not, It was doing something to the Templar as well.

The Church already hated him and not for lack of forgiveness sake. Rather Jacques sincerely believed he did nothing wrong despite deliberately violating every single commandment.

And the mere suggestion that not even this dreadful, violence filled Monster wanted him sent the man into a spiral, barely steeled by his Resolve learned in combat.

“Why”

The demon trilled, feigning his lack of knowledge.

“I have no idea what You mean my Love” He smiled, Bent over a balcony, naked form on display.

“You lie” Jacques remarked as he stepped forward to advance upon his Master, only to be rejected By a tail slapping him Away.

“No sex, Jacques” He said, face serious, playful tone withered.

The Templar was perplexed..the one thing someone found him good at, now unable to even perform that.

“I bet that effeminate Coven of Warlocks and Sorcerers You conveined with had said, “Ye are gods” No? Why don’t You show faith and bind this Demon with Your phallus, Knight?”

The words had Jacques’s cock hardening, feeling pent up more than should be possible at this point.

He tried getting at the Demon, that tail smacking him away once more. Jacques complaining about the lack of rump bestowed to him.

“Are you going to whine about it, or do me? Give me that Great sword My lovely, and slay me upon the Balcony!”

The Rapturous words enticed him.

The mounting was awkward as the Demon wrestled with Jacques, making the disgraced Knight work for his prize.

The Demon explained his origins. And his Name, Reprobus, and how he was cursed with this form and insatiable libido for his Sins on Earth.

“You are..Born of man? Master?”

“Yes Jacques, I’m human. What? You think these weak demons could withstand hearing the name of the Messiah? I look as though I was of the Devil, for my appearance now matches my Heart. Though….I wasn’t always..this…” The Monster remarked somberly.

The two finally confessed to each other.

Sins too shameful to be uttered, feelings they could not admit nor express. They both hated what they each had become.

Bible believing Soul turned Monster. And a disgraced Crusader lusting after forbidden knowledge. Knowledge he wished to erase if only to heal his sore torn conscious.

to forgive himself for walking away…

“I saw Eden blanketed with snow, and I was made Numb by the beauty thereof” Reprobus continued, his body lacking ducts to shed the tears of regret.

“My bones have been fashioned for Hell and it’s teeth lay sore upon my heel. Every soul knows of the burning pit the first they feel themselves falling, only to wake up in bed. To think He would desire to redeem…. me? I…” His voice choked as though sulphur grasped it.

Jacques Interrupted him with a smack to the rump, though not of lust but…concern.

Concern for the breaking voice of His undoubtedly now husband. A desire for his Salvation, though he thought himself unworthy of his own despite his first belief.

“I pour my Soul out and You think to rut?! Insolent little Devil!” The monster Growled out, only staying his hand as not to hurt his love.

Jacques Hugged the Monster from behind, the height of the Two Absurd as the man barely reached the Half Human Monster’s neck.

“I’m just as sinful as You, But I don’t look the part. Don’t You know HE sees the heart and not the mere appearance? I wore his flag and abused his good graces during my Mission. And yet his church saw fit to punish my like this instead of the stake”

he added.

“Don’t throw away what You still have”

The two embraced in warmth.

“I wish You weren’t A damned Soul, that I may be with You forever” Jacques remarked to Reprobus.

“This magnificent Cock of yours almost persuades me to be a Christian. You should become one too. after all, one as You needs mercy after this”

Reprobus Ground his hips back, The Templar Doing his best to choke The demon. The rough calloused hand soothed him, a worthy Punishment he knew he deserved after so many centuries.

“You believe He’ll Forgive me?” Jacques voice broke and not by reason of the Demons rampant thrusting down his shaft.

“He will. Not as You are, but in spite of it”

They held hands, the Templar wept and came with a final thrust as he proclaimed his love to the self hating Monster.

The sounds of smacking could be heard travelling through the forest from the balcony.

THE END.