She watched him from afar, letting the sexual energy emanate off her effortlessly. She could see he was visibly frustrated, not able to pin down why, after all the years of celibacy, his body was betraying him in the ways it was. He clutched the crucifix that hung low on his chest and continued preaching. She smiled up at him occasionally, her eyes glinting with curiosity. She was dressed much more modestly than she would normally, but for the task at hand it was necessary.
The man stood at the pulpit, a formidable man, taller than most humans. His milk chocolate skin glimmered when the sun hit it the right way. His fingers were still nervously stroking his crucifix, as if asking his god to absolve him of the lust she was projecting at him. She had been watching him for weeks now, dutifully coming to every sermon. She introduced herself as Lily, a common girl with tumbling auburn hair that framed her face perfectly.
Her eyes tracked him as he walked along the length of the stage. He was scanning the crowd in front of him trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. If there was anything, it was her. She had planted herself in this town slowly, a town of fairly common people doing very common things. But the untouchableness of this man had intrigued her. Her assignment here was simple, seduce the unseducable. She had heard words about this man a long time before she actually introduced herself to him.
He locked his eyes on hers and she smiled in response, her hand rushing up to her neckline. His face flushed, and he hurried back over to the pulpit. She was tuning out his words on purpose, focusing on leveling her charms on him. Granted, it was hard to do dressed as she was. The dress she wore covered every inch of skin that she would normally use to her advantage. Slowly, she traced the neckline of her dress while holding eye contact with him. She could see the heat blooming from his collar and creeping up his face. His chocolate brown eyes were flooded with lust and his hand abruptly dropped from the crucifix and he steadied himself with the pulpit, grasping on to it as if it held his life in its hands.
"That's all for today, everyone. Have a nice day and God Bless," he said with a shaky voice. He stood on shaky legs, hiding his body behind the solid part of the pulpit. She supposed the frock he wore was doing a well enough job of hiding his burgeoning excitement, though it was a stretch. She caught a glimpse before he hid.
Lily waited patiently in her seat while the rest of the parishioners exited the church. She took the time to soak up her surroundings, not giving the Father any attention as she did so. Much of human history and fables would say she should be burning alive sitting in this place, as a creature of Hell. Silly humans, though. They had no idea how many more of her kind were around. The church, although morally reprehensible to her, was actually one of the few architectural gems of humankind. The inside was adorned lavishly, which honestly shocked her because of the Church's view of indulgence. The stained glass mural of the crucifixion was behind the Father, who was still standing firmly behind his shield, was a testament to how much the humans loved to relive the torture of who they considered their savior. And they said her kind were macabre.
When the last of the parishioners had exited, Lily stood from her seat, letting the dress she was wearing tumble over her legs to cover any sinful skin she had left showing. As she stood, she met the kind Father's eyes and saw them light up with desire. The look quickly faded into one of confusion as a small smile played across her cherry colored lips. She walked toward him slowly, not wanting to spook the man. His arousal was innocent, that of an untouched man. Her body ached for him, for the release that her kind fed off. The release of a virginal man. She wanted to mark his soul with the essence of her. She let her hair tumble down her shoulders as she walked, cascading and shimmering red as the light hit it. He watched her with fascination, clearly not knowing it was her causing all the feelings to rise in him that had been long dormant. When she reached him, his body steeled. He was clearly nervous that she would notice his...predicament.
"How are you, Father Luke?" She said, her tone light. She smiled and let the innocence of her question play into her eyes. She wasn't the evil seductress right now, she was his polite parishioner.
"Well, Lady Lily. Did you enjoy the sermon today?" He kept his body angled away from her, not wanting her to see him in his indecent state. The little bits of his sermon that she had listened to, had been apt. He was talking about the sin of lust, the sin she embodied. He had spoke about it in fervor, even as his own body reacted to her in ways he couldn't control. She could see the beads of sweat adorning his sweet, sweet forehead.
"I thought it was great, but are you hearing confession today? I'm afraid I have fallen victim to this thing, this
sin,
that you speak of." Lasciviousness coated her features now. She couldn't help herself. Seeing the little Father squirm did things to her, low in her body. His eyes bulged with her boldness, the heat that had retreated from his neck sprung back up with surprising speed. His knuckles were white from his grip on his pulpit. Innocence washed over her features, she let a blush creep into her face, embarrassment even. "I'm sorry Father. It's been hard for me to control these...
urges
, I've been getting. I don't understand it. Do you think one of these? What did you call them? Succubus? Things really exist?"
Father Luke blanched. "Miss Lily, I cannot speak of such things with a woman of your stature."
Lily shifted her eyes down and fidgeted, "But Father, I figured you'd be the safest person to talk to. I feel like there's a demon influencing me, can you help?"
The pulpit that he still clung to looked dangerously close to collapsing even though it was built of solid wood. A twinge of satisfaction rushed through Lily. He had noticeably taken a step back, as if his former closeness was no longer comfortable. Lily sighed and let her energy wrap around him. She reached her hand out and placed it tenderly on his, a silent plea that she hoped would open his mind to her. As soon as she touched him, his eyes drowned in lust. He couldn't hide it on his face anymore and his fingers curled under hers. She could sense in his mind that he was warring with himself. Did he want to rip her clothes off right here? Or risk exposing his indecency and walk away from her? She let her magic prod deeper into him, and his breath caught, She smiled innocently as she let her magic wash over his body. She ached to see him on top of her, but feeding from his unbridled lust was fueling her power, and she was channeling it straight back at him.
"Are you okay, Father? You look unwell." The sweat that was previously beaded at his forehead was now openly pouring down his face. He couldn't hide the pleasure that she was sweeping through his body, unbeknownst to him. She curled her fingers around his hand in mock concern. He did look like he was going to fall over at any moment. He dipped his head low and avoided her gaze. His knees buckled at the weight of her mind seduction. She let her thumb lightly stroke his hand. If he hadn't had on the frock, she could have seen the hairs on his arms stand up. He balled his hand up in a tight fist under hers. She let her magic tingle down his body, tracing a slow line down, pausing just shy of where she could tell he wanted it the most. His breathing picked up. "Should I get some help, Father?"
