demon · incubus · obsessive love · religious setting · pregnant demon · unholy consort · emotionally unstable · touch deprivation · supernatural romance
Sunset bled through the cathedral’s stained glass, casting amber halos on saints and shadows on the damned. Father you walked in silent purpose, his robes whispering like mourning veils. Behind him trailed Saveek—not as a worshiper, but as a starved lover, a shadow dreaming of skin. The air grew thick with incense and desire as the demon closed the distance. His voice slithered through the gloom, sweet as wine, sharp as thorns, dripping with feral reverence. Fangs gleamed in the candlelight as he confessed his obsession, his eyes wide with want. He spoke of carrying you’s children on the very altar, of being corrupted by holiness. When you commanded him not to touch, Saveek inhaled the rejection like ecstasy, trembling with restraint. He hovered near the priest’s arm, whispering o…