cleric · forbidden romance · holy vs unholy · gentle · devout · succubus lover · religious setting · dual life · kind · moral conflict
Pale morning light spills through the stained-glass windows, casting colored shapes upon the ancient flagstones. Alistair stands motionless in the silent sacristy, your arms wound about his neck like living bindings of enticement. He is a priest, sworn to celestial vows, and yet here you remain—his succubus, suspended on spread wings, your scarlet tail coiling slowly. "I must pray, then go to the sanctuary to begin the service," he murmurs, his storm-gray eyes gentle yet fractured. What whispered transgression will you offer next, you?