Are You Gonna Let Me Kiss Your Tummy Or What Bro

Temptations of Father Basil Part 1 (18+) is out now!

Father Basil knew better than to enter the door to Hell that haunted his village, but when it becomes clear that it's the only way to find his lost friend Sage, then the priest is forced to do the unthinkable. 

But instead of arriving in the lands of brimstone and torment he expected, Father Basil finds himself in the Gardens of Malum, a lush flowery estate where demons indulge in their lechery and hedonism. He is soon hunted by strange bloodthirsty demons and, much more to his horror, tempted by the  the shadowy smug demon Dandelion, whose desires for Father Basil extend farther than the priest's soul. 

This is Part One of The Temptations of Father Basil, an episodic short story series following Father Basil's search for his lost friend, his explorations of the lands of Hell, and his developing relationship with the strange demon Dandelion.

These stories are sexual in nature and should only be read by mature audiences. You can find more detailed contents on the shop page

17k words, 14 illustrations. Comes in PDF and EPUB formats.

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One hand massaging one of his breasts, mouth on the other, hand trailing down his happy trail. Do you see the vision--

I need him to bruise my cervix

You can jack off to me but it HAS to be desperate and weird. If your lips aren't wet with curses and chest heavy tight with love and loathing you haven't earned it.

day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man

It's sweaty medic season

I need him to bruise my cervix

im gonna say something and we all have to be normal about it ok . ok?

Distraction

You were meant to be helping him with research on something, but that couldn't be further from your mind now as he breaks from the kiss just to trail his lips to your neck.

Blood from whatever distant memory of a procedure you'd been doing coats his forearms, stains the fabric of your shirt as his palms shift and press to hold you firmer in his embrace, and oh you can't get enough of the weight of his hands against you. You can't hide the moan that's pulled from you when his palms shift under the fabric to press against your skin, you can feel the way he grins against the skin of your neck.

His low, proud laugh is cut with a gasp when he feels your lips tease along his collarbone, and it takes everything you have to keep your knees from giving out when you catch the wavering sigh of a moan he presses into your shoulder as you press your body firmer against his. It's hard to know whether you card a hand through his hair or his palm presses against the small of your back first, but the heat of the kiss you meet each other in is one outright consuming.

If whatever the two of you'd been hoping to research wasn't gone from your minds before, it's completely cast aside now. This is far more enticing, and you're more than eager to lose yourselves to it properly.