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[Part 2 of the Demon series - Read the first part here!] https://onlyfans.com/32968079/thebearwannabe The Archdeacon stared in disbelief as one by one, each camera on the lower floors of the facility were snuffed out. "Send another security team down there." He barked, a flurry of priests and armored employees scrambling around and speaking into sending stones. This situation was impossible. The Archdeacon stood from his desk and paced the room, his immaculate white robes flowing behind him as he walked. He glimpsed himself in the mirror - his normally well-kept and trimmed gray hair was a mess, his beard also looking just as forlorn, not giving the strong impression of a leader. Team after team descended into the lower levels with no response. No magic could penetrate, no humans answered back, and nothing they could do gave them an idea of what was happening. "You know, as much as I appreciate your little gifts, don't you think this is becoming a little... inefficient?" The voice filled the Archdeacon's ears and moved across his body in heated waves, making him feel a way he had never experienced before. He winced in what he could only imagine was pain, gripping his desk in confusion. Time itself seemed to waiver and contort as the being continued, giving a soft chuckle. "Oh dear, I managed to already get you that tuckered out? I wasn't even trying. My, they really lock you up early, don't they?" The voice echoed again. The smooth speech of the incubus moved around the Archdeacon as if it had a physical form, creeping up his back and down his chest like lingering fingers. The human couldn't help but let out a small moan, even him not immune to the advances. "Well, now you have my full attention, Archdeacon." The demon whispered, directly in his ear. "Tell me, has your Brotherhood ever dealt with something like me before? Do you have a little notebook somewhere, with laminated papers on how to send me back home? A step-by-step process with pictures?" The last few words punctuated with a laugh, making the human's insides turn cold. The Archdeacon shuddered and grit his teeth. Lying here would be a waste of energy and time - He needed to focus, keep control, and not let this thing out of the facility. It had to end here. "W-We've never dealt with a being such as yourself. We have normally harnessed and controlled lesser entities." He spat, straightening himself at his desk. "Used their powers for our benefit. For the Brotherhood." "For... the Brotherhood?" The demon laughed in reply, as soft as ever. "Tell me. You look to be on the older side for a human, but those robes can't hide the big, strong muscles bulging underneath all of that fabric. Did they make you... train, build up your body and muscles?" "Or did you do that for yourself? Did you like feeling strong, looking at your chiseled form in the mirror, late at night when all the boys where sleeping...?" The human stayed silent, rocking slightly where he stood. How did he know his name? That was impossible. This... demon can't possibly be strong enough to read his thoughts. The temperature in the room changed. Arthur swayed again where he stood, being temporarily overcome with the smell of lavender, roses, and wildflowers. With weary eyes, he looked up and saw the demon laying before him some feet away- the creature smiled, beckoning his hands and inviting, daring, the Archdeacon to join him. The bed he reclined on was lavish and luxurious, overflowing with decadent satin sheets and pillows. How did it get here? Was this all a trick? The human's thoughts twisted and bled into one another, becoming an impossible tangle. "Come here, dear. You don't need to fight anymore." The words from the incubus were simple. Calming. Correct. Arthur couldn't help but let go, walking closer towards the creature, a smile spreading across his face as he stood at the end of the bed at attention. "Arthur... Arthur. You know we can't wear clothes on the bed. Remove those if you wish to lie with Daddy." The demon purred, softly grazing the sheets with a hand to beckon him again. The human nodded his head, quickly removing his robes and exposing his naked form. The demon was right - Arthur's body was older but muscular, with years of training and fights making his now exposed skin a long story of battles, injuries, and reckless use of magic. His defined pecs and belly were accented by a thick salt and pepper layer of chest hair, tensing slightly in the room's coldness. The demon licked his lips. There was one other thing he was right about - The Archdeacon was locked up - a chastity device pressed up against his thick cock and also seemed to quiver slightly in protest to the growing erection. A gold logo of the Brotherhood stamped the surface, making it clear it was required for someone of his status to wear one. "Now, you may join me." The human did as requested and climbed, the incubus taking his time and easing him onto the bed softly, keeping direct eye contact. "Tell me, Arthur, why do they make you wear that barbaric thing?" The Archdeacon laid down on his back, transfixed into the demon's eyes still as he answered in a flat tone. The incubus laid on his side next to him, idly rolling a finger in his chest hair. "It's required for all senior members. To better control ourselves and bend our will to out magical practices." For the first time, the Demon looked irritated or possibly upset. "Now, now... being a creature of lust, avarice... I can't abide by that. Do they really not let you feel... anything, Arthur?" At those final words, the demon bent closer, licking into the human's ear softly. The man let out a loud cry, his entire body spasming at the unexpected pleasure. "Don't you think you can be spoiled... just a little? Give it a try?" His voice pleaded softly, the creature digging his nails into Arthur's chest and dragging him deeper into his trance. Arthur could do nothing else but gasp for breath, wincing in pain as his chastity cage nearly burst from its metal hinges. The demon moaned softly, quickly moving on top of Arthur and straddling his legs, his cage pushing even harder against his pitiful cock. "I can give you everything you'd ever want, Arthur. All you need to do is be mine" The demon chuckled, grazing the cage with a few fingers and making his subject moan and scream even louder. "Aren't you tired of limiting yourself? Don't you want to taste real pleasure? Who better to offer that to you than me?" A distant voice deep inside Arthur's mind was extinguished in protest, the only thing being left behind was complete and perfect compliance. "I submit." [This story got super long so I decided to break it into two parts! Part two with the second half of this photoshoot next week! <3]