Inter(sex)ludes | 21+

• Religious symbolism and sex in a church setting !

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The church was old and huge. Its vibrant colors were now dull and dusty, giving off dark gothic vibes. The walls were cracked, and green leafy veins were spreading through the outside walls. The church stood deep in the middle of a forest, in a village near Busan. Still, every Sunday, people came, locals and tourists. Donations kept coming, but the church still remained old.

The Father of that church was Jeongguk. He looked like he was in his thirties, tall, broad, with long black hair touching his shoulders. His skin was pale, and his lips were red. He smelled too good, and his voice was deep and sweet enough to make holes clench without even trying. People didn’t just come to pray, they came to see him. Especially the women.

But Father Jeongguk was pure. Untouched and virgin. A true believer. A black rosary always dangled from his right wrist.

Thanks to tourism, the village had a few small lodgings. A group of college students had come from Seoul for a weekend. Taehyung was one of them, twenty-something, a city boy with a tempered. It was his first time in a place like this, surrounded by foggy woods and ancient stone. His first impression of the village?

“I don’t like it. Feels like I’m gonna meet Edward from Twilight.”

Hah. The humidity was unbearable.

He didn’t believe in God. He only believed what he could see, and even that bored him. His friends had dragged him here to “experience something spiritual,” but all he saw was bugs, fog, and old wrinkly village people.

At breakfast, he only ate a piece of bread and drank milk half-heartedly, still half-asleep. Outside, his friends were already shouting.

“Let’s go early, or the church will be packed!”

He groaned.

While walking to the shared bathroom to shower, he passed by two girls giggling in the hallway.

“If he wasn’t a Father,” one whispered, “I’d beg him to fuck me.”

“Mhm… Father is kinda like a daddy,” the other giggled.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and scoffed.

Seriously? Over a Father?

What was so special about this Father everyone worshipped? He didn’t know how many times he’d heard “Father” and “fucking” in the same sentence. Was he really that handsome? Or just another smooth-talking pervert? Maybe he lured women into confessions and fucked them in the name of forgiveness. Maybe he used holy water as lube, shoved his rosary into their pussy, and moaned prayers while pounding their loose hole on the altar.

The thought made Taehyung smirk.

Now that’s a Father I’d like to meet.

The church was packed. By the time their group arrived, all the front benches were taken. They had to sit at the very back, squished together.

Everyone had their eyes closed, praying silently. Heads bowed and hands locked together.

Except Taehyung.

He kept his eyes open, half out of boredom, half out of curiosity. His gaze drifted forward, toward the altar… and then stopped.

There he was.

The Father.

He didn’t look like any normal Father Taehyung had imagined. Not old, not wrinkled. He was tall and broad, wearing long black robes that clung to his chest and arms. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, tucked behind one ear. And his voice when he spoke deep and echoing made Taehyung’s thighs shift.

No wonder those girls want him to fuck them.

Behind the Father stood a statue of God. He scoffed under his breath and shook his head. There’s no god.

But then, their eyes met.

He was staring straight at him. His gaze was sharp and dark, almost... hungry. Cold black eyes that didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. It made Taehyung’s stomach twist and his skin break out in goosebumps. It felt like he was being pulled in. Drowned by that stare. Possessed.

He looked away quickly, a little flustered. His throat was suddenly too dry.

When the prayer ended and people started leaving, Taehyung finally asked around. The Father's name was Jeongguk. The church closed at 6 o'clock in the evening because it was situated deep in the forest. It turned dark like night, and there was no electricity inside the church.

He watched as woman after woman lined up near the confession room, cheeks red as they whispered among themselves. They went in one by one and came out giggling, sometimes looking breathless, like they did something they shouldn’t have done.

Taehyung was curious. Is he really holy? Or just a horny fucker hiding behind Father’s robes?

He slipped inside the confession room when no one was watching. But it wasn’t what he was expecting. He thought the Father would be doing something unimaginable. But Father Jeongguk just sat behind the wooden divider. He listened to the women with a calm smile and nodded. Most of the women didn’t even have serious confessions just excuses to be near him. Some made a move, touching his hand, but he immediately pulled away. A few even asked Father Jeongguk to spend time with them. But he only replied that he was devoted to God.

Still, Jeongguk asked them to pray.

That was it.

Taehyung left, annoyed. So boring. What a waste. But he felt the hair on his neck rise in goosebumps.

Later, he went back to the lodging. But something inside him twitched, something electric. Something that made his body feel too hot, even in the cold weather.

He couldn’t focus on his friends or get into the mood to play board games. There was nothing interesting in the village. He was so bored, it made his skin crawl.

It was nine at night. Taehyung was too restless inside the lodging, and his phone had no signal to play games. He wore a black hoodie, told his friend he was going for a walk, and left.

When he reached the church, it wasn’t closed. The wooden doors were surprisingly open. Inside, it was quiet, with a few candles still burning. There was no sound of people only the howling of animals.

Taehyung didn’t know why… but he suddenly wanted to come here.

He walked down the middle of the chapel and stopped in front of the statue of God. He stared at it. Then closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, he was full of anger and pain.

He took off his shoes.

Then, slowly, he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He sat down, right there on the cold stone floor, spreading his legs wide.

His hand moved between his thighs. Under the soft, limp penis… there it was his pussy. He spread it open with his fingers, exposing himself to the cold air. A shiver ran through him.

“Do you see what you made me?” he said bitterly, looking up at the statue. “Not a man. Not a woman.” He gave a small, bitter laugh.

His parents had left him. No one had ever adopted him. All because he was born like this, intersex. People bullied him. No one really cared. For 21 years, he had hated his own body.

And now… he wanted to sin.

Right here. In God’s house.

He started rubbing his clit slowly with two fingers. A soft moan escaped his lips. His other hand slid under his hoodie to pinch his nipple. He gasped. His hips moved on their own.

Two fingers slipped into his pussy. It was wet and tight. The sound of squelching filled the church. His walls clenched around his fingers as he pushed them in deeper.

Then he added a third.

“Fuck…” he moaned.

His back arched on the floor. His pussy was dripping, soaking his thighs. He moaned louder, his voice echoing through the empty church. He rubbed faster, deeper, his fingers curling just right.

“I hate you,” he whispered to the ceiling. “But this feels so good…” Tears started to fall from his eyes.

He didn’t know he was being watched.

Behind one of the tall pillars, someone was there. A figure hidden in the shadows. Eyes glowing faint red. A smirk on his lips.

Taehyung’s fingers slid in and out of his pussy, slow at first, then deeper. He was panting now, chest rising and falling as his body started to shake. He tried curling his fingers up inside, searching for his g-spot.

But no matter how he twisted his hand, he just couldn’t reach it. His fingers weren’t long enough. The pressure wasn’t right. It made him frustrated. So needy.

“Fuck,” he said, pulling his fingers out, dripping with slick.

He focused on his clit instead. Small, swollen. He rubbed it with his middle finger, slow and teasing circles at first, then faster and harder. His body jolted with every stroke.

“Oh~ my God,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

His hips moved on their own, chasing the feeling, grinding against his hand. His pussy was soaking wet now. His hoodie had ridden up, showing his stomach, chest, and the soft swell of his nipples.

His legs shook and back arched off the cold floor. He was close. So close.

His breathing turned into gasps. “Fuck… fuck, please~”

With one more rub, his whole body tensed.

Then Taehyung came with a cry. His legs trembled, pussy clenching tight. His hand didn’t stop right away, he kept slowly rubbing his clit through the orgasm.

He lay there afterward, chest heaving. His hand sticky and slick and pussy still throbbing.

His head turned slightly and for a second, he thought he saw something move in the shadows.

But before he could say anything…

A deep voice echoed from the dark.

"Didn't anyone tell you, little lamb?" it purred. "God isn’t the only one watching.”

Taehyung’s knees buckled as he stood, his body still weak and soaked from the orgasm. He wrapped his arms around himself, chest rising and falling fast.

The church was now too cold. The candles extinguished suddenly, making it dark.

He turned in every direction, but there was no one.

Yet the voice low and deep still echoed in his ears. It sounded like someone he knew.

“Father…?” Taehyung whispered, his voice cracking.

Silence.

Then he called again, louder this time. “Father?”

That’s when he heard it, a laugh.

Taehyung’s spine stiffened. His hair raised, but no, he wouldn’t show any fear.

He scoffed, trying to sound bold. “So you like watching people touch themselves? That your thing?” he said, voice sharp but shaky. “Fucking creep.”

The voice responded, low right behind him, “I like watching sinners squirm.”

Taehyung turned immediately, but no one.

Then something hot and wet touched his ear. A tongue. Long, thick, and curling.

It gave Taehyung goosebumps.

“Ah, fuck…” the moan slipped out without permission.

“You’re… not really a Father, are you?” he whispered. “Just a fucking pervert.”

“Mmhm,” came the amused answer.

Suddenly, his legs were pushed apart. Something thick and hot pressed between his pussy lips, sliding against his soaked entrance and brushing lightly against the his own cock. The sensation made him jolt.

Hands grabbed his waist, holding tightly from behind. The tongue was licking his neck now. And the smell coming from him made Taehyung so dizzy.

Taehyung’s breath caught. And then it pushed in.

Deeper.

“F-fuck!” he cried out, eyes wide, mouth open. The thing was a cock. Taehyung couldn't see the shape clearly in the dark, but he felt it. The head was bigger like a fist. Veins covered the shaft. It shoved deep inside him in one brutal thrust, stretching his pussy wide.

It was huge. Too big. His walls clenched tight around it as it sank all the way in.

He felt the way it curved slightly upward, rubbing places his fingers never could almost hitting his g-spot but pulling back just before he could feel it fully.

Then it slid out slowly.

His pussy clenched around the sudden emptiness, slick dripping down his thighs. “Ah… fuck~” he gasped.

Another laugh, low and filthy. And then it slammed back in. This time harder and deeper. The balls almost enter his pussy.

Taehyung screamed.

His legs trembled, hands reaching behind in the dark but no one was there. Yet he knew, Father was holding his waist, his tongue playing with his neck, giving wet kisses, and his thick cock buried inside his pussy. How? And why couldn’t he touch him?

The cock moved inside him like it owned him, fucking deep, slow, then rough and fast, never letting him adjust. His pussy was soaked, sucking the cock in greedily every time it pulled out. His own littke cock hung untouched against his belly, leaking pre-cum.

But Taehyung had no time to think about anything. He just moaned, shook his ass like a bitch without care because it was too amazing.

He moaned, clit throbbing, nipples hard, body burning up.

A low growl came near his neck. Invisible hands gripped his thighs, spreading him wider, keeping him open.

“God’s house, huh?” the voice purred. “Then let’s make you come like a fucking devil.”

Taehyung gasped when his hoodie suddenly vanished from his body like it had never existed. Coldness hit his bare chest, raising goosebumps over his skin. His nipples tightened from the chill… or maybe from the arousal.

The cock inside him pulled out with a wet, lewd sound, leaving him clenching around nothing once again. He moaned in desperation. He needed the cock. His pussy throbbed, aching to be filled.

He turned but this time, he could make out the figure.

Father Jeongguk.

In his robe, but not a wrinkle on it. Smiling innocently. His right hand had a dark rosary. His eyes were glowing red.

Taehyung’s heartbeat quickened. But he didn’t run.

Something had possessed his pussy.

Taehyung barely had a second to breathe before that thick cock slammed back inside him all the way. But when had the Father moved? Taehyung gasped as he realized his feet were no longer on the ground. He was floating, suspended mid-air, weightless.

“F-Father… mmh… ngh,” he whimpered.

The thrust was deep and punishing. The base of Jeongguk’s cock pressed tight against his swollen pussy lips, his heavy balls slapping softly beneath it as though they longed to be buried in him too. And nestled just beneath the curve of his aching cunt, Taehyung’s own cock twitched, untouched and needy, leaking precum with every deep push inside.

Taehyung moaned loud like a bitch in heat who needed to be ruined. His eyes rolled back.

Still, he tried to think, tried to make sense of what was happening but nothing made sense anymore.

His body felt like it was suspended by invisible threads, held up by something. No ropes, no hands but he wasn’t falling. He was simply... held.

Then the thrusts began again.

Hard.

The sounds were filthy. Wet, obscene slaps echoed through the church, skin against skin, the squelch of slick as his pussy clung greedily to the thick cock violating him.

“F-fuck! Father…! More, please more!”

Jeongguk laughed. It wasn’t a holy sound. It was wicked, low and cruel and it sent another chill crawling up Taehyung’s spine.

Jeongguk leaned in, catching Taehyung’s mouth in a kiss. He devoured him, lips soft but hungry, teeth grazing over Taehyung’s tongue like they wanted to bite. Like they wanted to taste blood.

Then his tongue pushed deep, unnaturally long, curling, nearly reaching Taehyung’s throat. He choked into the kiss, moaning as his whole body twitched.

Still, Jeongguk kept fucking him. His thrust never faltered. His cock slammed into him, again and again, pressing impossibly deep with every stroke. The tip nudged Taehyung’s cervix, while his thick shaft stretched his cunt wide, too wide, too much but he took it. He always did.

His neglected cock pulsed against his stomach, dripping steadily. He couldn’t even touch himself, too overwhelmed, too full.

“D-Don’t… ah… don’t stop,” he begged, eyes glossy with tears and lust.

Jeongguk pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips.

“You sin so beautifully, little lamb.”

His hands gripped Taehyung’s ass, hard enough to bruise, pulling him down harder onto his cock.

The pace quickened.

“But all sins have a price.” His voice was a dark lullaby. “Will you beg me for forgiveness?”

Taehyung whimpered, legs shaking, his body close to collapse.

“P-please~” he gasped.

“Please what?”

“I… I don’t know…”

Jeongguk grinned. His fangs glinted in the dark. “You’re already lost. Let me drag you deeper.”

Taehyung’s body jolted as something thicker pressed against his ass. It wasn’t fingers. It was shaped like a cock, hot, thick, pulsing and it nudged against his ass hole.

His pussy was already a wreck, dripping slick around the cock still buried inside. His own cock throbbed. But that new pressure impossibly large, pressing against his other entrance, shattered what little composure he had left.

“W-Wait… what…” Taehyung whimpered, eyes rolling back as the swollen head of Jeongguk’s second cock pressed against his stretched rim. “F-Father…!”

Jeongguk only grinned. It wasn’t the gentle smile of a priest anymore.

His eyes, no longer black, but a inhuman red. His fangs were longer, sharp as knives. His skin had grown pale and cold. Two black horns curled from his hair. And the fingers gripping Taehyung’s ass, those nails had become claws, pressing deep into the flesh with bruising force.

“Did you really think I’d stop with just your pussy?” he purred. “I’m a demon, sweet lamb. And demons are greedy.”

With one brutal thrust, the second cock forced its way in, ripping a scream from Taehyung’s throat. His body arched, fingernails clawing down Jeongguk’s back.

He was already full… too full.

And yet Jeongguk kept going.

Burying both thick, veiny cocks deep inside him like he was trying to fuck the sin out of his soul and the holiness out of his bones.

The pressure was unbearable.

He could feel every pulse, every twitch. Both holes stretched impossibly wide, his belly bulging slightly from how deep Jeongguk was inside him. His untouched cock pressed against his stomach, twitching in time with each brutal thrust.

He sobbed, broken. And Jeongguk only laughed.

“Look at you,” the incubus hissed, wrapping one clawed hand around Taehyung’s throat as he began to move, pounding into him with both cocks stuffed inside. “Just a pathetic little slut made to worship cock. God abandoned you the second you moaned my name.”

His thrusts were animalistic.

One cock dragged slow and deep through Taehyung’s soaked pussy, while the other slammed relentlessly into his ass, each stroke bruising his insides. The sounds that echoed through the chapel were nothing short of blasphemous, wet, filthy slaps, slick squelches, and the cruel of a boy being fucked to pieces.

Jeongguk fucked him open in front of God.

“Father, oh fuck… p-please~” Taehyung gasped, eyes wide, tears streaking down his cheeks. His cock bobbed between them, twitching, untouched and aching.

“Please what?” Jeongguk growled against his ear, voice hot and cruel. “You want my cum, little whore? Want me to breed both your holes? Stuff you full like the cumdump you are? Hmm?”

“Yes!” Taehyung sobbed. “Please fill me up… break me, make me yours… ahh, nghh…! I want your children…. give it to me!”

“That’s right,” Jeongguk hissed, ramming deeper. “You weren’t made to be saved. You were made to be ruined. To be pregnant. Again and again. Mine.”

Taehyung’s body convulsed, pleasure tearing through him as he squirted, liquid spraying out, soaking Jeongguk’s abdomen. His thighs trembled violently, his cock twitching uncontrollably as he came untouched.

But Jeongguk wasn’t done.

He fucked Taehyung through it, merciless and unstoppable, until Taehyung was nothing but a trembling, overstimulated wreck, tears streaming, drool clinging to his lips, eyes glassy.

And then, with a low, hoarse voice, Jeongguk came.

Both cocks throbbed violently as they spilled inside him, spurting hot, thick ropes of demonic cum into both holes at once. It poured into his cunt, filled his ass, overflowed instantly, leaking out in fat globs, running down his thighs, pooling on the chapel floor.

Taehyung let out a broken sob.

His belly swelled slightly, his limbs twitching from the force of being used. He was ruined, body wrecked, holes stretched and leaking, his cock still twitching against his stomach.

And Jeongguk lovedit.

“Good boy,” the incubus purred, licking sweat and tears from his flushed temple. “So full. So fucking pretty like this. I think I’ll keep you.”

He pulled out slowly both cocks sliding free with wet, obscene pops, leaving Taehyung open, gaping, and overflowing.

Jeongguk looked down at the mess and smirked.

Then Taehyung’s body dropped gently to the floor, like a puppet released from its strings.

The incubus bent down, whispering into his ear.

“Confess again tomorrow. And the day after that. You’re mine now, little lamb. And I always come back for what’s mine.”

When Taehyung woke up next morning, he was in his lodging again.

He was dressed in his black hoodie and jeans. It felt like a dream. But it wasn’t.

Because his pussy throbbed, sore and twitching.

And he smiled.

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Read chapter 2 at jazzlovemaze.stck.me