《Sun x Moon Draft dump》Succubus Sun
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This is a Sun x Moon draft
All bewear
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Moon sat next to the glowing symbol, on his knees and eyes closed, it would become obvious what the outcome was.
Pastor Moondrop was summoning a demon.
But he needed to. To save his people.
He had to protect his people from a curse, a curse that required the strongest of dark magic to lift.
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Ring!
Moon's phone buzzed, letting him know the demon was awaiting his response...
Now, he shall lose the one thing he shouldn't, to the devil.
He unzipped his pants, took out his length, and took a picture of the tip....
He never wanted this to happen.
He shut his teary eyes closed, and waited for the ring of the phone.
Ring!
Moon threw the phone to the middle of the circle and cried.
How could he betray his family...his God..
"Mh~"
A powerful voice panted through a void of black and red.
The void morphed itself into a fem looking body, before quickly changing and morphing through different animals.
Finally..it was satisfied with it's base.
"Hahhh~ oh How long I've been awaiting~!"
The demon's voice made Moon flinch, the softness, the sweet tone.
Moon had to look up.
Sun threw himself on him Without warning.
Causing Moon to fall on his back and force his eyes to open, Sun sat atop his crotch area and stared deeply into Moondrop.
"Huh, I would have made a better entrance if I knew I was going to be paired with a cutie like you~"
Sun took hold of Moon's chin and pushed down on his crotch.
"What's your name, Darling~?" Sun purred.
Moon whimpered.
"You don't have to be so stuck up Hon'~"
Sun hummed, getting closer to Moon's mouth. Teasing him as he slightly opened his mouth with his thumb.
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Moon trembled, trying to make his voice stern.
"Hmm~ still in act aren't you?"
Sun tried to keep his sexy vibe but failed.
"What is it of you ask of me, puny mortal?"
Sun ordered, sitting up straight.
"I shall do as told...but there is a price~"
Sun licked his lips hungrily, eyes half-lidded as he stared at where Moon's crotch was.
"A curse as strong as that may take a while, I need breaks...once every week on Sunday night, There will only be a room of passion."
"Yes, on Sunday's. So what if it's when you teach people about a stupid God...you love me, don't you~?"
Sun cupped Moon's face, silently reading his biggest turn on's.
Moon held his hand up, Sun eagerly latched his hand on and shook it once.
"DEAL!"
Sun unzipped Moon's pants halfway, not even seeing a clue of his dick, and Moon had him on death-grip.
Moon's voice dropped deeper than before, having Sun held by the shoulders.
"Mh~ didn't know how strong a priest like you could be~"
Sun fell onto Moon, making both fall and Moon fall on his back.
Moon pushed Sun off and stood up, making Sun whine in annoyance.
"My name is Sun, and so what if it isn't! Pastors like you would pay thousands for my treatment "
Sun stood up, crossing his arms.
"Let loose a little~"
He walked towards Moon, laying a finger on his chest and slowly going down onto his zipper.
Moon took Sun's wrist
"Hm~ Hard to get, are you~?"
Sun got closer, gently laying his lips onto Moon's.
Sun moaned into the kiss, trying to lead Moon into the path of lust.
Moon's grip loosened, slightly bringing Sun closer, before realizing what he was doing.
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Moon pushed away and sassed the word 'Sun'.
"Humph" Sun pouted, crossing his arms and pushing his thighs together, giving a view that people unlike Moon would pay hundreds for.
Moon walked towards the stairs, grabbing the railing before Sun already brought a big question
"Hey wait, if you think I can live down here you're nuts. Not a bed or anything? At least invite me into your room~"
Sun flirted before getting to the stairs too
Moon spoke, opening the little trapdoor that led to the main house.
"First of all I'm not Satan, second of all, isn't this little place already a part of your house? It would really be a shame if you'll force me to stay here when you already abandoned your little 'God'~"
Sun leaned towards Moon, eyes glowing brighter due to the sense of anger and sadness in the Moon boy.
Moon stuttered, a wave of guilt buried the male, his new questions only further drowned him in his head.
Sun caught on, not wanting this 'cutie' to drive into insanity this soon.
"Hey, if they leave you, just know that you did what they couldn't in the first place."
Sun referred to the breaking of the curse, if he was summoned by a very loyal priest, chances say that it was a very desperate time.
He patted Moon's shoulder, letting him know that he had a limited amount of time to recollect his thoughts.
"Ooh~ A rules guy aren't yo-"
Moon poked at the demon, raising the trap door so they could both leave.
"You got it captain"
Sun chuckled, stepping a foot into the hardwood floors.
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