Work Text:
Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes were fixed upon the slender figure dressed in the nun's holy dress that was leading the morning prayers for that day, trailing upwards from the delicate waist —he was certain that the tips of his fingers would touch once he wrapped his hands around it—, to the most lovely pair of silver eyes, pale unblemished ivory skin before his eyes zoned in on the sight of two dark golden horns protruding from the man's head.
A Heavenly Demon.
Heavenly Demons, despite the negative connotations that followed the second word, tended to be more inclined towards the holy and heavenly arts of magic and thus, the stronger and more virtuous they were, they were all the more powerful.
Their bodies were especially known for possessing healing qualities and even a drop of their blood could eradicate an entire pandemic; their bodies being essentially holy fonts that were worshiped by all, from the highest and strongest Emperor to the most sinful scum that dared to breathe the same air as the rest of the common people.
Of course, there was a catch to the Heavenly Demons’ power: as long as they were pure and untouched, virginal in all aspects of the world, their powers had no limits but the moment their chastity was taken away, they would lose their powers.
Yoo Joonghyuk had lived for quite a long time and was normally quite powerful on his own so he had never required the need to use another creature's power to heighten his own but there was something about Kim Dokja that made Yoo Joonghyuk want to possess him, to use him.
Once the morning service was over, Yoo Joonghyuk made his way to the dais where Kim Dokja stood, smiling as he nodded in thanks to those attending the service.
“Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk spoke gently, earning the younger’s attention, indulging in the way Kim Dokja’s eyes lightened up and a soft blush fanned over his cheeks at the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk, the most esteemed Archbishop in the entire Church.
“Archbishop Yoo, it's been an honor to have you present at this morning's service.” Kim Dokja spoke, tone and demeanor docile as always as he bowed reverently towards Yoo Joonghyuk, in respect for the man’s higher status.
“It was a good morning service, you truly have a better understanding of the old texts than most of your seniors.” Yoo Joonghyuk praised him kindly.
It wasn’t empty praise slipping from Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips with a saccharine tone; Kim Dokja had truly understood the texts better than most of the current high ranking members of the church, including those Yoo Joonghyuk had known hundreds of years ago but he hadn’t gained full understanding like Yoo Joonghyuk had, was still blind to how twisted the church was and how it would be best to create a new heaven on earth, one more easily ruled and dominated.
One easier to bend and mold to his desires; one where he’d be a far more superior God than the one everyone was wasting their prayers for.
Yoo Joonghyuk knew that the only way he’d be able to obtain such a thing was if he used a Heavenly Demon’s powers to his advantage.
And there was one standing right in front of him.
And Kim Dokja was so young, so weak to praise and kind words, it was almost too easy to slip through the younger’s halfhearted attempt to shield himself from others.
Soon, after only a few months of taking his time to sweeten himself to Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk was now Kim Dokja’s closest confidant; the younger telling him everything about his days and himself, Yoo Joonghyuk became the first person Kim Dokja spoke to regarding how his blessing missions went.
When Kim Dokja was with Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja wasn’t the Divine Saintess Kim but rather a mere orphan who was fond of books and hated that he was restricted by the Church on what other books he could read aside from the Divine Treatises; Kim Dokja was sweet and docile only for Yoo Joonghyuk, as they walked together through the gardens or Yoo Joonghyuk often accompanied Kim Dokja when the younger went out to visit the orphanages.
Yoo Joonghyuk was much more fond of this Kim Dokja and he would be the only one to see this side of Kim Dokja.
And Kim Dokja was so fond of Yoo Joonghyuk; the younger would do practically anything for the older man.
Even allowing himself to have a horn removed, Yoo Joonghyuk was certain the younger would only mildly protest.
Even if he protested, Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn’t let him escape from him.
────────────˖ ⊹˖ ────────────
“Archbishop Yoo, is something of the matter for you to summon me at this hour?” Kim Dokja murmured from behind Yoo Joonghyuk as they entered the Church’s innermost Sanctum: officially it was a grand hall located deep within the Church where only the most devout and powerful were allowed to spend hours or even days praying to their God.
Unofficially, it was a secret place where many of the higher ranked clergymen had their dalliances with their lovers; after all, the room was completely soundproofed, there were no windows (aside from a secretive skylight that would only be opened when divine power was used to open it) nor any secret entrances, the only entrance was that known to the highest ranking clergymen and it locked from the inside, making sure that no one could come in unless the person inside wanted them to come in.
And Yoo Joonghyuk was currently locking himself and Kim Dokja in there.
Yoo Joonghyuk would not allow either of them to leave the Sanctum until he got what he wanted.
Yoo Joonghyuk watched how Kim Dokja looked around curiously at the inner Sanctum, how he trailed his fingers across the crystal gold altar placed in the center with a pew to kneel on.
“There is something that I need you to help me with, Kim Dokja.”
“Anything, Your Holiness.” Kim Dokja replied eagerly, such a sweet little thing, offering himself so nicely to a wretched man such as Yoo Joonghyuk.
“I’ll take you up on that offer, Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk replied with a smirk.
────────────˖ ⊹˖ ────────────
“—Your Holiness, this is wrong—” Kim Dokja hissed nervously and shocked as he tried to pull away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip as the older man nuzzled into his hair and pinned him chest first against the altar, keeping him in place with his larger body; entire body frozen in shock as he registered the feeling of his ass being stretched by a cock, especially one as big as the Archbishop’s.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t waste any time before he proceeded to fuck Kim Dokja without mercy —the only mercy he had granted the younger were the brief 2 minutes to adjust to his cock; after all, a few of his partners had complained that Yoo Joonghyuk was too big and his cock needed adjusting to but none of those partners had been as tight as Kim Dokja was, could it be some kind of Heavenly Demon thing? If so, then Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t understand how the Heavenly Demon species hadn’t been forced into being bedpartners rather than high ranked clergy members.—; Kim Dokja was to be fully used by Yoo Joonghyuk and he wouldn’t waste a single second not fucking him.
It didn’t matter if Kim Dokja didn’t want to be fucked by him, Yoo Joonghyuk would make him like it, enjoy it, even crave it so much he’d cry as he would be unable to pleasure himself the same way Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock did.
“Please— no no no no no— ah ah ah ah ah more— Archbishop Yoo— please— too much too much—” Kim Dokja squealed as he pleaded for Yoo Joonghyuk to stop fucking his tight ass, his head pressed down while the lecherous sounds of their coupling resounded in the silent sanctum; hands weakly alternating between trying to pull Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand off of his head and trying to crawl away to safety while also gripping onto him tightly, even digging his nails into the flesh of Yoo Joonghyuk’s forearm.
Kim Dokja was so wonderfully tight around his throbbing thick cock, desperate to fill him up with his cum.
Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to see Kim Dokja’s body writhing from the delightful pleasure of an orgasm; after all, such a wonderfully enticing demon as Kim Dokja should only learn themwonders of what his body could do.
After all, heavenly or not, demons were baseborn creatures, their greatest delight and true purpose was when they were allowed to fuck or be fucked, allowed to reach the heights of pleasure that was typically denied to them by virtue of their highly revered position.
As the old adage regarding Heavenly Demons always went: A whore, even if dressed in the most pure of robes, is still a whore. Yoo Joonghyuk had recalled listening to it once during his travels a couple of centuries ago.
Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down to nip on Kim Dokja’s earlobe, hearing his grunts and moans more closely, before grabbing at Kim Dokja’s right horn and tugging on it, painfully making Kim Dokja extend his neck as far as possible for Yoo Joonghyuk to be able to place his mouth on his nape, biting down harshly until he broke skin and a small sweet iron tang graced his tongue.
If Kim Dokja’s blood was already so delicious then Yoo Joonghyuk was eager to taste his cunt and maybe later, if Yoo Joonghyuk’s plans came to fruition, the taste of his milk would soon bless his tongue.
Once he made sure Kim Dokja’s divine power was obsolete, he'd bless and reward the younger for being so good to him; blessing him with the honor of bearing and carrying his children in his womb, of being the mother of his children and the new gods of this world.
All Yoo Joonghyuk needed to do was get rid of the pesky divine seal covering the entrance to Kim Dokja's cunt.
Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't surprised that more than a century and a half had passed since Yoo Joonghyuk had defected and the Church still hadn't devised a more difficult way to protect a Heavenly Demon's chastity aside from the divine seal Yoo Joonghyuk had created all those years ago.
Considering that he had created that divine seal as a gag —doing so because he had found the request absolutely ridiculous considering that there were such few Heavenly Demons in existence at that time— but it had been effective in its purpose; to make sure a Heavenly Demon would remain pure and untouched but there was one design flaw that Yoo Joonghyuk hadn't foreseen when he created the seal but now worked perfectly to his advantage: the divine seal worked only if the Heavenly Demon hadn't ever reached orgasm and if the Heavenly Demon came then the divine seal was rendered useless as nothing more than a thin layer of fabric covering a pussy.
And by the way Kim Dokja’s ass tightened delightfully around his cock with every thrust Yoo Joonghyuk made and pulled on his horn, Kim Dokja would soon cum, rendering the divine seal useless and his purity would be Yoo Joonghyuk’s to take for himself and desecrate to his heart’s content.
“— no no no no no no no—” Kim Dokja squealed loudly, writhing as Yoo Joonghyuk pulled and pulled and pulled on his horn, as the older man’s cock raped his ass without mercy.
And Kim Dokja’s horn snapped as he shrieked, a devastating orgasm washed over his body, leaving him tight and trembling, eyes rolling into the back of his head, walls tight around Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock as they milked the older man's cock of its spend.
Yoo Joonghyuk swore as he came deep inside of Kim Dokja’s ass, eyes looking at the dark gold horn in his hand; it had been snapped off almost too cleanly, only a few drops of crimson red with small flecks of gold blood stained it; Yoo Joonghyuk hummed as he took in the pulsing divine power that flowed through the horn.
Yoo Joonghyuk pulled his cock out of Kim Dokja, cum trickling down the younger’s thighs to stain at his white stockings while Yoo Joonghyuk made his way to put the horn safely away in a box before making his way back to the altar, turning his attention back to the deliriously moaning Kim Dokja, legs trembling as they dangled from the altar, entire frame spasming; the poor demon didn’t even know how to withstand the full brunt of pleasure that currently washed over him.
“Dokja-yah,” Yoo Joonghyuk crooned as he flipped Kim Dokja onto his back, delighting in the way his body continued spasming, the way drool trickled from the corner of his lips as he mumbled incoherently, ignoring the soft murmurs of ‘— no no no— no more, let go, no’ coming from the demon’s lips. “look at you, you made such a mess,” Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand cupped Kim Dokja's pussy, grinding the palm of his hand against the sopping wet seal covering his cunt, crumpling against the motions of the older’s palm before pulling away the seal from Kim Dokja’s pussy.
“You’re such a messy child.” Yoo Joonghyuk chides, tone mocking as he takes in the sight of Kim Dokja’s pussy dripping with want and need, twitching as it desperately attempts to entice Yoo Joonghyuk to take it for himself.
He turned his attention to the soaked and now useless seat held between his fingers and licked it, holding back the urge to groan as he was greeted with the euphoric sweetness that only a Heavenly Demon's cunt could produce.
Yoo Joonghyuk threw the seal over his shoulder as he knelt down to his knees, spreading Kim Dokja’s thighs with an unhurried pace, placing each of his knees over his shoulders, ignoring the confused sounds Kim Dokja made before he dived in to dine on Kim Dokja’s cunt.
“—stop— no no no— ah ah ah ah—” Kim Dokja mewled as he squirmed in place, Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip on his thighs firm as he made sure to lap fervently at Kim Dokja’s cunt, nipping at the younger’s clit roughly before suckling on it, shoving his tongue inside of his cunt, enjoying how it's walls desperately tried to get hold of his tongue.
But most of all, he enjoyed the lovely sounds made by Kim Dokja as he cried and begged to not be defiled in such a way.
But if Kim Dokja didn’t want to be defiled then he shouldn't sound like such a whore when begging for him to stop, tightening his thighs around Yoo Joonghyuk’s head, digging his feet into the older man’s back to pull him closer to get more of that addictive pleasure.
Kim Dokja might just be the lewdest Heavenly Demon Yoo Joonghyuk has had the pleasure of meeting.
“Why are you crying?” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured as he fucked his fingers in Kim Dokja’s dripping pussy, enjoying how nicely the squelching sounds of his fingers fucking him resonated throughout the empty Sanctum.
“— I–I– please stop—” Kim Dokja babbled as his entire body twitched with unwanted pleasure. “— my place here—”
“Are you that worried about your place here, Dokja-yah?” Yoo Joonghyuk questioned with amusement lacing his tone as he pulled his fingers out of the enticing pussy, cock throbbing to find its place inside of it; lathering his cock with the younger’s slick as he leaned down to murmur. “If I say so, no one will ever dare to question your place in this Church. My magic is yours to use for your little miracles; all you have to do is be good for me.”
Ignoring the way Kim Dokja let out a sharp breath and sounded like he was hyperventilating, Yoo Joonghyuk pressed the head of his cock —dripping with how eager he was— against Kim Dokja’s swollen clit, rubbing against it a few times before pressing it to the entrance to Kim Dokja's pussy. “No one will ever know you lost your holy powers, if you know your place well, Kim Dokja; underneath me, pleasing me to the best of your abilities, which I don't doubt considering how lewd your body is.”
“— no wait!—” Kim Dokja’s sudden plea was cut off when Yoo Joonghyuk pushed his cock inside of his cunt, pushing through the tight wet walls that were sucking him in and trying to shove him out at the same time.
And at that moment, Yoo Joonghyuk could feel the moment Kim Dokja’s divine powers started waning, and they would only grow weaker until they ceased to exist the moment his pussy came around his cock.
And Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to savor every single second of it.
And he would.
Kim Dokja struggled more underneath him when he started to notice what was about to happen if this continued on but he was still weak, pliant and boneless from his previous orgasm and so he was weak to stop the cresting orgasm that threatened to wash over him and steal his powers with it.
Kim Dokja came with a sob and the weak pulsating of his divine power flickering weakly before it was snuffed out; Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down to lap at the younger’s tears, finding them so delicious and sweet on his tongue.
────────────˖ ⊹˖ ────────────
“You can't be this tired already.” Yoo Joonghyuk with firm disappointment lacing his tone at how low Kim Dokja’s stamina truly was as he pulled out, cock drenched in Kim Dokja’s slick and his own cum. Yoo Joonghyuk stopped to admire how beautifully enticing Kim Dokja's ruined cunt looked like before slapping his hand against it, sinfully indulging in how Kim Dokja shrieked before cumming from the overstimulation of the impact, walking around the altar before standing on the side where Kim Dokja’s head laid, grabbing the younger’s hair and pulling on it until Kim Dokja’s head dangled from the edge of the altar; long calloused fingers reached out to grab tightly on the younger’s jaw to force it open before he pushed his cock inside of Kim Dokja’s mouth, forcing him to clean him up and pleasure him with his mouth, ignoring the sound of Kim Dokja gagging and heaving for breath.
“I'll be gracious with such a lewd demon, I'll even allow your pussy to rest.”
Kim Dokja suckled on his cock like a shy whore would, wrapping his tongue around what he was able to before allowing the older man to shove more of himself down his throat.
Yoo Joonghyuk was gracious with the younger, understanding that he was exhausted but he would take this opportunity to make sure that Kim Dokja was thoroughly defiled by him, that Kim Dokja would never be able to erase the traces of him from his body
Not that Yoo Joonghyuk was planning on allowing him to.
────────────˖ ⊹˖ ────────────
Yoo Joonghyuk finally stopped having his way with Kim Dokja’s body when he overheard the sound of the Church’s bells signaling the dawn permeating into the Inner Sanctum; rather than exhaustion, Yoo Joonghyuk only felt sated, similar to a well fed cat.
He pulled out of the pliant and boneless Kim Dokja, swollen cunt weakly spasming as he pulled out, unable to hold in all of the cum Yoo Joonghyuk had gifted Kim Dokja; Yoo Joonghyuk could hardly find it in himself to be mad at Kim Dokja for wasting his gift, especially when Kim Dokja was an absolute wreck —not even a whore would look as ruined as Kim Dokja currently did—, his eyes rolled back into his head, tears had clumped his eyelashes together, cheeks rose red and stained with tears, chest and neck littered with bruises made from Yoo Joonghyuk’s own teeth —biting down as tightly as he could until he tasted sweet iron on his lips, making sure to brand the younger as his—; nipples swollen rosy red and puffy; legs trembling as they were unceremoniously spread wide to expose his ruined cunt, pearly white cum trickling from his swollen pussy and ass, staining his white stockings and dripping onto the floor.
Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away half heartedly, pressing his lips against Kim Dokja’s swollen cum stained lips before pulling away to get dressed.
Once he was finally dressed in a clean set of his divine robes, he pulled out a bucket of water with a dry rag he had hidden in the Sanctum the previous day in anticipation to his more animalistic desires; using the rag to gently wipe a half conscious Kim Dokja clean from the filth that stained his body.
“Forgive me,” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured as Kim Dokja trembled the moment the cold rag touched against his skin after he had removed what remained of Kim Dokja’s holy garb. “I know it's cold but it's just for a while.”
Yoo Joonghyuk wiped Kim Dokja clean with a kind of gentleness only used by someone who would’ve made love to their beloved but Yoo Joonghyuk had used Kim Dokja as nothing more than a warm hole to sate himself with, not even allowing the younger to lose consciousness (he wanted Kim Dokja to feel every little touch against his skin, wanted the younger to feel every drop of cum he fucked into his willing womb), ensuring that the younger didn’t lose consciousness with his own magic.
Once he was done wiping him clean, Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers trailed across Kim Dokja’s bite-addled chest and healed every single bruise and bite mark, making sure that the extent of his ravenousness was masked; he dressed Kim Dokja up in a clean set of robes, lovingly pulling up a clean set of stockings to cover up his legs.
Kim Dokja looked at him exhausted from under butterfly-like lashes, blinking rapidly, held back from the sweet embrace of sleep by Yoo Joonghyuk’s spell. Yoo Joonghyuk hummed as he gently traced the mangled remnant of the younger’s horn that he had snapped off, before placing his hand over Kim Dokja’s eyes, murmuring softly. “You can rest, we’ll talk later.”
Kim Dokja’s entire body fell limp as he was finally allowed to sleep, making it easier for Yoo Joonghyuk to carry him in his arms as he picked him up, making his way out of the Inner Sanctum; he would return later for the horn since for the moment, Kim Dokja’s well being took precedence.
As they exited the Inner Sanctum and made their way to a more populated section of the Church, Yoo Joonghyuk dodged the good natured questions he received from the other clergy members as they watched him carry an exhausted sleeping Kim Dokja back to his chambers, simply replying that Kim Dokja had spent the entire night praying on his knees to thank their God for allowing him to continue performing miracles for the people and serving him well.
Everyone believed him naturally; after all, despite his youth, Kim Dokja was well known for his good heart and his devotion so it didn’t seem off that Kim Dokja would’ve been found exhausted to the point of passing out by the Archbishop who was making his morning rounds throughout the Church.
Yoo Joonghyuk simply looked down at Kim Dokja’s sleeping visage, chuckling to himself as he continued making his way to the younger’s personal chambers.
────────────˖ ⊹˖ ────────────
“Divine Saintess Kim!” The people cheered as Kim Dokja performed another miracle; healing the ill with no difficulty at all.
Before the Divine Saintess Kim needed to hold the hands or press his hand against the foreheads of the ill but now, all he needed was to say a divine healing prayer for all to hear and the ill were healed as if nothing had ever happened to them.
His healing magic had also become much more powerful than it had before; before his healing had only been restricted to certain non fatal illnesses and minor injuries but now, Divine Saintess Kim was even able to restore lost eyesight, able to cure chronic ailments that had plagued a person for years.
The people and Church alike had both surmised that Divine Saintess Kim had become much more powerful thanks to the blessed child currently nestled in his womb; the entire Church —and even the entire nation— had been overjoyed to find that their God had decided that Divine Saintess Kim’s womb was the most fitting one to allow their child to grow inside of —it was the only explanation as to why Divine Saintess Kim was so powerful; if he had been so lewd to lay with someone then he would no longer possess his powers which meant that Divine Saintess Kim was truly their God’s chosen one—; if anything, Divine Saintess Kim had earned his place in the Church’s records for centuries to come as the one to bring their God’s child forth.
The child would most likely be a powerful Heavenly Demon like its mother and would follow in its mother’s footsteps as a member of the Church.
Divine Saintess Kim was now approaching his final months of his pregnancy, belly heavily swollen with child; his dress had been altered to fit him more appropriately so he could continue on with his duties —although he should be well into his maternity rest, such a beloved and respected figure of Church could not be allowed to take a break; if anything, considering how shrewd and opportunistic the Church was, Kim Dokja was surprised that he hadn’t been told his birth would be public for all to see— but also made to fit him in the sense that it allowed the world to see how lovely motherhood suited such a beloved servant of their God.
If anything, the Church was very eager for Kim Dokja to bring forth a healthy divine child and hoped that their God would be pleased with the child enough to bless Kim Dokja with another divine pregnancy.
Kim Dokja was tired of his pregnancy; he loved the child inside of him very much, felt overjoyed whenever he felt the child kick inside of him but his body was already doing its best to care for a child that wasn’t even in his arms yet.
The majority of his divine robes would get ruined by the excess milk his modestly sized breasts made for a child that wasn’t there to nurse yet so Kim Dokja would have to flee as fast as possible to get changed, worried that others would see him and ogle at the wet spots on his robes.
Kim Dokja was glad that that wasn’t the case for today as he concluded the day’s blessings and gave a small sermon regarding understanding and kindness (the usual) before allowing the attendees to partake in the feast that had been prepared for that day.
Trying to get across the message that he was more interested in his food than his ramblings, Kim Dokja nodded and laughed in response to one of the older more experienced Bishops —tried his best to ignore the man’s leering gaze upon his body, knowing that the man was a well known pervert— when the main entrance to the Church’s Grand Hall suddenly opened and a man walked in, tall and sure of himself.
Kim Dokja held back a sharp inhale at the sight of Archbishop Yoo making his way towards the main table where all the Bishops and minor Clergy members sat alongside Kim Dokja.
There was something different in how Archbishop Yoo held himself: as if he was more powerful than everyone in the room, more divine, far more holier than the rest of them and even the Holy Pope himself.
Kim Dokja could believe that as he heard Archbishop Yoo speak kindly to the audience he had surrounding him: tone firm yet gentle enough for everyone to feel as if a kind friend was speaking to you rather than a highly ranked Church member who had more power accumulated in a single finger.
“Your Holiness! Come sit!” “You must eat!” “Tell us all about your travels!” The Bishops all cheered and goaded as Archbishop Yoo approached the table once his little sermon was done, standing in front of all of them: his dark obsidian eyes scanning over everyone before they settled upon Kim Dokja, who averted his own gaze with fearful eyes focused on the plate of food before him, one of his hands coming up to soothe at his pregnant belly.
Yet, despite his fear and apprehension, he felt himself get warmer: the high collar of his robes felt almost choking while he could feel his traitorous breasts trickle milk. Kim Dokja lifted himself with grace as he murmured an apology for not being able to continue at the dinner, using the excuse that the baby was making him tired —knowing very well that to almost every single member of the Church, the child in Kim Dokja’s womb conceived from “a divine blessing” was practically an Emperor in its own right and Kim Dokja was able to do as he pleased with the mere excuse of his pregnancy; he had been allowed to retire from the feast, sidestepping where Archbishop Yoo stood but not before receiving a whispered command.
If Kim Dokja hadn’t been born a Heavenly Demon, he wouldn’t have been able to hear it but as such, he had been granted good hearing so he was able to hear the faint whisper that left Archbishop Yoo’s lips.
“I shall see you later in the Inner Sanctum, understood?”
Archbishop Yoo didn’t even wait for Kim Dokja’s assent.
After all, he was his superior; how could Kim Dokja disobey him?
────────────˖ ⊹˖ ────────────
Yoo Joonghyuk sighed as he looked down at the sight underneath him as the small glass window on top of the ceiling filtered a few rays of moonlight to adorn the Inner Sanctum with: Kim Dokja looked absolutely divine on his knees, almost completely undressed if it weren’t for the pair of sheer black stockings currently wrapped around his legs up until his thighs, his modest breasts that were dripping with milk were adorned with a lovely pair of diamonds molded into the Church’s signature twelve pointed star pierced into his nipples and were joined by a delicate silver thread that Yoo Joonghyuk occasionally delighted in tugging at, enjoying Kim Dokja’s whimpers of pleasure: but Kim Dokja looked more divine when he was choking on Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, throat spasming around the thick length that was currently nestled in his throat, tongue feebly trying to wrap itself around what it could.
(Kim Dokja could only look up at the older man with glassy eyes, unable to see him clearly from how his tears had clouded his view and had clumped his eyelashes together, but he was able to see the way the man’s eyes were no longer a dark obsidian color but rather a bright golden color.
The man he was currently kneeling in front of wasn’t a normal man anymore.
That much Kim Dokja could tell.
Kim Dokja couldn’t even say anything considering that despite all the times the older man had defiled him mercilessly, rather than ruining the places they had fucked in, those places now pulsated with a new type of divine energy.
Kim Dokja thought that it was funny in a sort of twisted way, that the places he had been used in were basically purified in; Yoo Joonghyuk had teased him the first time after hearing this news from one of the minor ranked clergy members that it was definitely his slick that had purified the places, considering that Kim Dokja was messy when he came from having his pussy overstimulated.)
Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand gently caressed Kim Dokja’s hair before it moved towards the remaining dark gold horn, tracing the length with his index finger before he grabbed it firmly —enjoying the way Kim Dokja choked around his cock at the pleasurable feeling he felt through his body at the mere touch of his horn— and made sure to tug on it, forcing Kim Dokja to choke around the older’s cock.
“Kim Dokja, I missed you very much. Didn’t you miss me as well? I’m sure your cunt missed me; it must’ve been hard, relying on our child to supply you with enough divine energy for you to be able to use your powers.” Yoo Joonghyuk spoke, tone calm as though he wasn’t ruining the younger’s throat with his cock.
The last time Yoo Joonghyuk had seen Kim Dokja, the younger’s pregnancy was barely showing and he was rather anxious that they’d be found out but as long as Kim Dokja was still able to use divine power, the imbeciles currently running the Church would think that their God simply saw Kim Dokja as the most suitable womb to bear it’s child.
And Yoo Joonghyuk would become the new God of this world, the power currently pulsating through his veins practically screamed it, and Kim Dokja’s womb would be the only one to bring forth his children into this world.
Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out of the younger’s mouth, pulling him up to bend him over the altar and proceeded to slam his cock inside of his pussy, groaning at how Kim Dokja’s pussy had immediately sucked him in, the two of them finally reunited after so long, walls tightening around his cock in an attempt to make sure he couldn’t pull out.
Not that Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to in the first place.
As Yoo Joonghyuk pulled Kim Dokja’s head back to kiss him and swallow his moans and whimpers, one of his hands cradled the swell of Kim Dokja’s womb; the place that was so generously nurturing his child, the future heir to the new world that Yoo Joonghyuk would bring forth.
And of course, Kim Dokja would be by his side, forever.