I Tried to Tempt the Priest into Sin, but He Purified Me Instead

Content warning up front: self-indulgent writing, beautiful and strong characters, just a bite of this story, intersex muscular bottom, beautiful young top, extremely vulgar. The bottom calls himself "Mom." I'll find time to start writing when it gets over 100 favorites, maybe during summer vacation?

In his long, tedious life, Carloste has led countless souls into corruption. No matter how noble or pure a soul may be, he can tempt it into filth and turn it into a demon's meal.

Human souls are always so fragile, ridiculous, filthy, and full of desire.

-- Boring.

After falling asleep for centuries out of sheer boredom, the wicked, arrogant demon wakes by chance. His red eyes settle on the young priest serving at the temple.

The handsome, beautiful young priest is cool and pure. His utterly immaculate soul and magic practically cry out to the demon:

Eat me.

His silver-white hair is soft, his pale blue eyes clear and pure, imbued with holy compassion and restrained calm.

Cool, beautiful, like fragile glass, untouched by any emotion.

...He has no desires.

Carloste can weave dreams, make holy nuns and priests kill one another with a few words, and tempt humans into the depths of hell...

But he can't find the young priest's desires.

The young priest swears to offer all his devotion and faith to the God of Light. This foolish, stubborn little saint is noble and ridiculous.

...He really ought to be eaten.

So how should he tempt him into corruption?

The demon's red eyes brim with interest and arrogance. After watching him idly for a long time, he finally notices the faintest ripple in the young priest's eyes as he watches a mother weep in gratitude that her child has been kept safe by prayer.

The demon's lips curl into a malicious smile.

Everyone has desires. What is yours?

...So it's his mother.

He comes up with a good way to tempt the priest into corruption: how about personally luring him into the abyss of lust?

Make a soul like this fall.

Dirty a purity like this.

Turn a priest like this into the filthiest traitor, beneath the gaze of the God of Light.

So the demon folds away his bone wings, transforms them into the wings of an angel, and descends before the little priest as he prays, bathed in the blessing of light.

The malice in his red eyes turns to compassion, his wickedness to nobility, and his desire to... tender indulgence.

His golden hair gleams in the temple, his red eyes filled with tender compassion.

He says, "The God of Light has heard your prayers, my dear child."

"I will be your guardian angel, your mother, your companion, and give you love."

He will carefully take the little priest apart, tempting and seducing him until he falls in love with him.

Then, inch by inch, he will swallow him whole.

--

He tempts the little priest at every moment, with the most devoted love and one seductive whisper after another.

On the surface, he is tender, indulgent, and noble, like a loving mother who spoils her child. He showers him with boundless affection and gentleness, while inside he is sickly obsessive, clingy, and perverse, his holiness and allure dripping with temptation.

Every moment, he thinks with malicious intent:

-- Good boy, become tainted by desire.

-- Good boy, learn pain.

-- Good boy, fall and descend into corruption.

--

Something's not right.

Carloste can barely keep up his tender, motherly facade. He looks at himself soothing the boy to sleep and feeding him again, and tries to force himself to think of how to make the priest fall for him. Instead, he finds himself thinking more and more about what to feed his good boy tomorrow.

Raspberry pie? Honey bread? Or...

No. What kind of braid should his little priest wear tomorrow? What lullaby should he sing to him tonight?

Wait. Something's not right.

How did he get so caught up in taking care of the child?

--

He gently strokes the sleeping young priest's face in his arms. The demon holds him close and sings a lullaby in a low, tender voice.

The little priest still has a trace of milk on his lips from nursing. He sleeps peacefully, nestled against him.

...So cute.

Good boy, Mom's favorite good boy.

He wants to eat him so badly. He really ought to eat him.

...He ought to be eaten.

The demon lowers his head and gently brushes his sharp teeth against the priest's cheek, but can't bear to leave a mark.

--

Carloste finally figures out what went wrong:

He tried to tempt the priest into corruption, but the priest purified him instead.

Now he's gone from pretending to be a mother to actually becoming one.

...What now?

Cool, obedient, calm, restrained, indifferent young priest and saint who devotes himself to the God of Light and is a lonely little kitty, beautiful young top x seemingly tender, indulgent, doting, but inwardly obsessive, clingy, arrogant, wicked intersex muscular bottom who acts like a mother

1. Major content warning: The bottom is an intersex, pale-skinned, muscular bottom. The demon is hermaphroditic, so he can be both father and mother, and calls himself Mom. The top also calls him Mother. He has large, full pectoral breasts and can lactate and nurse the child. There will be vulgar scenes of engorgement and lactation, with the top nursing from him every day to relieve the fullness.

2. The bottom is wicked and arrogant at first, then becomes obsessively devoted later. He keeps up the act until it becomes real.

3. A light, sweet story, but the top will find out that the bottom only wants to eat him. By then, the bottom can't bear to eat him, but there will be a little angst.

4. Height difference and size difference. Cool, beautiful young top: 176 cm, 16 years old. Bottom: 195 cm, several thousand years old.

5. Both are virgins. The top is a beautiful, strong yet tragically lonely little kitty. I really love this kind of lonely, broken young top being fiercely loved by a motherly bottom.

6. Self-indulgent writing, beautiful and strong, beautiful and muscular, niche kinks. If you don't like it, just skip it.

Theme: Rather than tempt a soul into corruption, I'd rather love you.