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Demonic Cleansing

By UnknownZerr0

Tonight had not gone as planned

Originally Zylan thought it would be a simple mission. Search the abandoned church for a reported demon, find out how it was summoned, exorcise it, and finally return to the temple of his order. The rabbit monk assumed it was a minor demon because it hadn't harassed any of the townsfolk yet. Still, a demon is a demon, and such creatures needed to be dealt with.

The situation was a bit strange, however, as the report had been from a traveling adventurer named Qadir. The man was a cleric himself so he was instantly able to sense the demon. But not a single person in the nearby town had mentioned anything about it. The head monk in charge of the temple was concerned by this, so Zylan had been sent to deal with the situation. He dressed himself in traditional monk pants and wrappings. His lithe yet muscled form easily fit into the single article of clothing and he set off a bit later.

As he traveled, a few questions swam around in his head. Why hadn't the town mentioned anything? Did they even see the demon to begin with? If not, how had a demon lurked in the abandoned church without anybody knowing? The monk speculated as he made his way to the abandoned church. It didn't take long to arrive there either, making the rabbit smirk with confidence. There was no doubt in his mind that this mission would be quick and easy. Even with the unanswered questions, surely confronting the demon would bring everything to light.

However, this thought had been shattered after the rabbit monk stepped through the large doors to the church. As the entrance shut behind him, his eyes widened at the sight of a figure standing before the altar. They were dressed in a rather... unique take on a cleric's outfit. The black cape the figure wore wasn't hooded as religious capes normally were. A slim and tight crop top adorned their chest, allowing their midriff and most of their back to be fully visible. If they weren't facing away from him, Zylan would surely be able to see a fair amount of the figure's chest as well.

Zylan couldn't hold his blush at the sight of such impressive musculature. The clearly male figure's back was rippling with controlled strength. The rabbit's face became more red as his eyes wandered lower, completely out of his control mind you. He saw the figure wasn't wearing pants. Instead, they wore a pair of long leg warmers made of a tight material that hugged their muscled skin. A loincloth covered their front and back to hide their modesty, though the figure's shapely rear still managed to push against the fabric. For such a large man, Zylan had no doubt the front was also being pushed outward as well.

But what was most striking about this figure was their red skin, the long and thick tail jutting out of their back, and the pair of imposing horns adorning their head. This had to be the demon.

"You! Foul demon! I demand to know why you have come to the mortal realm!" Zylan tried to hide the shaking in his voice as he called out to the imposing creature in front of him. This was no minor demon that was for sure. Why wasn't he able to sense its demonic presence? He lowered his stance on instinct, preparing for a long and vicious battle. But when the demon responded to him he did a double take out of surprise.

"Ah, another one seems to have come to meet me." The demon turned around to face Zylan. Now that the demonic being was facing him, the monk could see that their eyes were covered with a simple white blindfold. Golden markings spread out from under and a little over the fabric. They pulsed with an almost radiant light. Zylan's eyes lowered and one of his earlier suspicions was proven true. The creature's pecs were straining against the tight clutch of their crop top. He could see the demon's nipples poking out from under the shirt and he felt his loins stir at the sight. His breath was momentarily stolen as his eyes lowered again, taking in the sight of those magnificent washboard abs.

A little bit lower and Zylan audibly gasped when he saw the front of the loincloth. The monster hiding behind the cloth was big enough to press the entire garment forward. And it was still soft! The monk was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard the demon say, "I do hope you aren't as violent as the werewolf. I would much rather skip to the bringing relief part, rather than having to bring any pain."

It took a few moments for that to register in Zylan's head. When it finally did, his expression became more confused and his posture relaxed a slight amount. "What do you mean? You're a demon, aren't you? Why would you be here if not to cause harm?" The demon let out a chuckle in response, their low and rumbling voice sending pleasurable shivers down the monk's spine.

"I am but a humble wandering cleric, traveling the world as a servant of my deity. Well... my god has yet to ask anything of me other than to journey and see the world, so I suppose I'm not really doing much service." The demonic cleric laughed once more at his own words, leaving Zylan befuddled. This demon is a cleric traveling the world for their god? Did they serve a demonic god then? What could any of that mean?

"I can see your head working hard, dear monk. Come, why don't you tell me why you're here." Those words only served to confuse Zylan more as the demon sat down and leaned on the altar. Hesitantly, he walked forward through the church, every step echoing off the walls. He stopped in front of the elevated floor where the altar stood and found his voice again. "I am here because a passing cleric mentioned a demon in this abandoned church... I'm assuming that's you?"

The demon gave a curt nod. "Ah, it seems Qadir reached you without any further issues. I'm quite glad. Though it seems he did not realize the nature of my arrival in this area. Perhaps I should have asked him not to say anything..." The demon's expression turned into one of thought as he sat. Even though he was sitting, the demon was still taller than Zylan, making the rabbit a bit more nervous. "Oh well, what's done is done. In fact, I would say this is a good outcome. It brought you here after all."

Such a statement coming from a demon would normally make Zylan cautious and put him on edge. But when the cleric said it... his worry did not increase nor did he become stressed. Maybe this demon truly wasn't a malicious being after all.

Gaining a bit more confidence, Zylan stepped up onto the elevated floor and sat with his legs crossed. "I suppose so... though it is strange. Your tone conveys that you've been here longer than a normal traveler would. How is it that not a word of you being here reached my temple? Surely the townsfolk have come here to visit, yes?" The demon nodded at his words and smiled. For some reason, Zylan felt his chest flutter at the action. "Indeed, a few town members have made their way here. But they have received my cleansing and are grateful for the service. I decided to stay here a bit longer to assist them more but I was wary of attracting your temple's ire. I asked them not to mention me, that is entirely my doing and not the fault of the people."

Well this did answer Zylan's main question, but it also raised a new one. Cleansing? From a demon? Was it possible for such an entity to perform a sacred and divine act? He voiced his thoughts quickly, now feeling at ease in the demon's presence. "What do you mean by cleansing? Are you really able to take away the corruption of a mortal?" At this, the cleric chuckled once more and stood from his spot on the ground. Zylan quickly stood as well and was once again embarrassed at the demon's height. His head only reached the demonic cleric's midriff, a little bit underneath their impressive pecs.

"My way of cleansing is rather... different, in comparison to the way most clerics perform the act. But I assure you all the same, their sin is taken and their corruption is removed." Zylan analyzed the demon's words and thought to himself. Taken, not purged. Removed, not purified. The cleric's word choice made it seem like their sins and corruption are not eliminated but instead... moved, in a sense. More questions and too few answers. Before Zylan could properly think to himself, he blurted out the newly forming thought in his head.

"It seems like you're taking their sin and evil instead of erasing it. Does your cleansing refine such things? Or perhaps you're storing them in a vessel? No, I don't sense any malicious energy... so what do you do then? How does your cleansing work? Can you..." The rabbit monk manages to catch himself before he says the last part and he starts thinking to himself more. Would it really be an alright thing to ask of the cleric? Maybe he was being manipulated into dropping his guard... but the demon had plenty of time to attack him earlier and seemed to hold no evil intent.

The demon waited patiently as Zylan pondered over his thoughts, a knowing smile on the cleric's face. He could feel the nervousness and worry radiating from the rabbit. He knew what he had to do, it was his duty as a cleric after all. But he would wait and take things at the monk's pace. Though he did not have to wait long as Zylan spoke up again, a look of steeled resolve on his face. "Demo- I mean, cleric. I ask that you show me this cleansing of yours. I will determine for myself whether or not you are a malicious being with ill intent." The demon cleric let out an amused snort. Not quite what he was hoping for, but it was good enough.

"Your name, then." The demon said.

"...What?" Zylan had a dumbfounded look on his face. His name? What about his name?

"You never told me your name, dear monk. I'd love to have a name to call you during this cleansing. Calling you by your title seems far too formal for what is about to occur." The demon's response made Zylan blush again. He turned his head away and rubbed the back of his neck. Right, of course, his name. Can't perform a cleansing without your name.

"I-it's Zylan." The demon's smile became one of amusement and Zylan felt even more embarrassed. But as he was distracted and looking away, he felt a claw gently tip his chin upward and turn his head to face the now crouching demon. The cleric's face was inches away from his own and his blush instantly worsened. "Well then, Zylan. Allow me to relieve you of your sin." In the next instant the huge demon leaned down and brought their lips together.

The kiss was gentle and warm, yet passionate and heated. Zylan's body was flooded with heat as he unconsciously leaned into the kiss, fully accepting the warmth and passion behind the gesture. His mind went blank, overcome with desire and... lust. It didn't feel foreign either. It was as if his own inner desires had been forcibly pulled to the forefront of his mind.

Zylan's body quickly reacted to the lustful desires, the tent in his pants growing and his leg gently thumping against the ground. Seeing the monk's reactions made the cleric smile as he continued the kiss. The monk's arms even found their way around the demon's neck, pulling him in for even more of the delicious heat.

Moments passed by as the two shared their moment of intimacy. It was only broken when the cleric pulled away, leaving Zylan gently panting as his mind processed what just happened. But it was unable to process everything fast enough as the demon stepped back, leaving the monk confused. Was... was that it? Was that the cleansing? Surely not. Not when he was left here with such intense desires spreading through him like liquid fire. There was no way the cleansing was over.

Thankfully the demonic cleric soon made it known that the cleansing was far from over. He lowered himself further, going from his previous crouch into a kneeling position with his legs spread. Zylan gulped as his eyes were drawn downward, staring at the huge bulge pushing against the cleric's loincloth. He didn't know why but he instinctively knew that this was a part of the cleansing. He also knew that what came next would be immensely pleasurable.

The rabbit monk stepped forward and kneeled between the demon's legs. He felt even smaller as his head was a mere few inches away from the demon's large pecs and chiseled abs. The cleric had a body that demanded attention and worship. And worship Zylan did.

Zylan's mouth reached upward to gently lick at the cleric's pecs while his hands groped and rubbed the abs in front of them. His pants were straining against the erectrain raging within them, but he paid it no mind as he got to work pleasuring the cleric. His efforts were rewarded by a low moan escaping the demon's mouth. It was a guttural noise, starting from the cleric's gut and flowing through his vocal chords before spilling out into the world. Zylan felt it through his hands and tongue as they made contact with the demon. His sensitive ears folded back and he shuddered as the vibrations crashed through his entire body. Even though he was a monk, somebody who dedicated their entire life to reaching mastery over the body, he still felt weak just from the sound alone.

Sweat began to gather on both of their bodies from the heat of their contact. Zylan was able to taste the fire now, salty and addicting with every lick. He couldn't stop himself, not after tasting such a delicacy as demon sweat. He leaned forward and moaned onto the cleric's pec as he gathered more of the taste. He could feel the demon's cock growing harder with his actions. It pushed the loincloth aside and pressed against his own cock trapped in his pants. He took a moment to look at the phallus, pulling his mouth away from the demon's chest and leaving a few strings of saliva behind.

Dear gods. The demon cleric was fucking massive. Zylan's eyes widened to the size of saucers as yet another shock hit him that night. He was by no means small, some considering him huge for both his size and species. But even the rabbit monk couldn't compare to the huge bitch breaker throbbing in front of him. The tip of the cock was leaking precum, every drop falling lazily until it landed onto Zylan's pants, the cleric's loincloth, or the ground.

The demon cleric panted for a few moments, gathering his breath as Zylan took in the sight of his huge size. Even though he was a demon, the heat of desire still had a clear effect on him too. He was losing himself in the familiar and pleasurable haze of lust. But he was dragged back to his senses when the monk pulled on his cock.

Fur-covered hands grabbed at the demon cleric's dick and gently stroked it. Every pull caused a large drop of pre to fall directly onto Zylan's crotch. He didn't seem to mind, though, as he was too busy watching the cleric's cock pump out more precum. He didn't even notice as the cleric lightly pulled on his pants and dragged them under his hips. What finally broke him out of his trance was his own cock springing free from its confinements as his pants loosened. It gently smacked against the underside of the demon's cock and was promptly coated in precum. The sensation was incredible, and Zylan let out a whimper before he could stop it.

Overwhelmed was the only way Zylan could describe his current state. His cock being coated in precum, his body almost burning from the pleasurable heat, and the intense taste and feel of the demon's muscular physique. The sensations swarmed and overwhelmed him far quicker than he could handle. The demon cleric saw this and took matters into his own hands. He reached down, grabbing both his cock and Zylan's, and pressed them together with a groan.

Immediately Zylan's body reacted. The rabbit let out a long moan as his legs shook and he scooted forward, wanting to be closer with the demon. The cleric took the hint and pulled Zylan against his cock, allowing the monk to do as he wished. From here the demon's cock was squished between his abdomen and Zylan's stomach, touching the rabbit's chest while it throbbed. Its warmth was palpable, spreading through the monk as he hugged the demon cleric close.

No instruction or encouragement was needed as Zylan started humping his cock against the demon's. It wasn't that his length was small, the cleric's cock was just so big! He could feel it throbbing and pulsing in time with his own heartbeat. The rhythm was even and strong, every beat transferring between the two. And as the monk continued humping the cleric's cock, the pace slowly grew faster.

Zylan was in heaven. He moaned and whined loudly as he thrusted against the cleric. He could feel the haze overpowering him, his thoughts taken away as he focused on reaching his climax. He was leaking precum now, smearing it against his chest and the cock he was rubbing. It was insane how the pleasure swept through his being. It corroded him until he was fully consumed. How was such a level of physical pleasure possible? How many of the townsmen had felt this intense need during their cleansing?

A growl brought Zylan out of his musings and he let out a quiet whimper as the demon struggled to contain himself. Feeling the smaller and fluffy rabbit vigorously humping against him was a huge turn on. One he wanted to return but knew he couldn't. Even if he was a cleric, he was still a demon. Giving into his own needs would mean enveloping the rabbit in the fires of sinful lust rather than removing them. But dammit it just felt so good! Too good, it seemed, as the demon was too distracted to notice Zylan slowing down and making a decision.

Suddenly, the demon cleric felt himself pushed onto his back. Zylan was surprisingly strong for someone of his size, and the demon panted hard as he looked down at the monk. His breath hitched though, as the rabbit was on top of him in an instant. It was now the cleric's turn to whimper and moan, shuddering and quivering as the rabbit frotted their cocks together at a wild pace.

"A-ah! Slow d-down, please! I-I can't contain-" The cleric's words were cut off as he reached his orgasm, spraying cum onto himself as he shouted into the night. His cock pulsed hard while it shot thick ropes of seed onto his chest and face. The demon's cape, crop-top, and face were all covered in cum as the rabbit continued humping their cocks together. He knew this was a part of the cleansing, but the cleric still felt a bit humiliated as his body was used for the satisfaction of another. Yet that shame only added to his pleasure, making his orgasm all the sweeter.

Eventually, the demon cleric was able to come down from his pleasure high. But Zylan wasn't done with him just yet.

The rabbit monk grunted and leaned forward, biting down on one of the demon's pecs as he continued humping. This drew a gasp from the cleric who was too shocked to contain the noise. It was soon followed by a loud whimper as Zylan started lapping his tongue around the cleric's nipple. He licked at it and sucked hard on the demon flesh. One of his hands grabbed the demon's other pec while his remaining hand grabbed the demon's hip, gripping it tightly. The cleric was now the one being overwhelmed. He couldn't contain his whimpering, realizing how pathetic he sounded as his body was roughly used.

Loud whining filled the church as the demon became overstimulated from his previous orgasm. He could taste his own cum and sweat as his mouth was stuck open from the stimulation. His maw simply wouldn't close, allowing every sound he made to break free into the church. His panting, his moaning, his whimpering, it all echoed off the church walls to make music for Zylan's ears. The monk kept fondling and frotting as the demon sang for him like a good bitch.

"Z-Zylan, o-oohh gods, Zylan! F-fuuuu- AH!" The cleric couldn't form sentences anymore, barely able to even make words. He became a mass of overshot nerves and pleasure, one of his legs raised and bent at the knee as his tail thrashed against the ground. Eventually the only word he could say was the monk's name. All the other noises that came from him were whimpers, whines, moans, and shouts, all of which were caused by the rabbit's intense frotting.

And finally, when the demon cleric thought he would lose his voice screaming to the heavens, Zylan came.

The rabbit's climax didn't slow him down in the slightest. In fact, as the first few spurts of white shot onto the cleric's cock and chest, he doubled his pace. The throbbing of Zylan's cock and the increase in intensity and speed had a powerful effect on the cleric. The demon lost his voice instantly and came once more, this time together with the monk. His legs shivered uncontrollably, every muscle in his body locked yet jittering with stimulation. His nerves wouldn't listen to him as he came undone underneath the rabbit. His clothes were further soiled by their combined orgasm. Everything was just too much, just too pleasurable. Tears of intense joy and overstimulation fell from his covered eyes and joined the mess on his face. The demon cleric looked like a true slut, his entire body utterly used.

It took a long time for Zylan's climax to reach its end. He had long since lost touch with his mind and everything other than the blissful haze. When he did finally return to his senses, he was completely exhausted yet immensely satisfied. He felt brand new, almost reborn from the intense experience. He enjoyed this cleansing far more than any other he had received in his life, there was no doubt about that.

The rabbit monk looked down at the demon cleric and winced. The demon's body was still twitching wildly, his leg raised and locked in the air. His tongue had flopped out of his mouth and he was taking in shaky, staggered breaths. If Zylan wasn't so tired he would have been more concerned. But he knew the cleric would be fine with a little rest. And as he mused over that thought the idea of rest grew more and more appealing. Zylan didn't know when he had closed his eyes or drifted off to sleep on the demon's body. But he did so with a pleased smile.

So yes, tonight had not gone as planned. But that was perfectly fine. Because Zylan had something much better than a demon hunt anyway. And hopefully, if the demon cleric was up for another "cleansing", the morning would not go as planned either.