Viktor looked down at her, fighting to keep his expression cold and demonic in contrast with his internal thoughts.
Inside, he was conflicted.
'She'd do this for anyone,' he thought. 'That's just who she is. A savior. A healer. She'd sacrifice herself for a stranger.'
Which meant he needed to corrupt that. Needed to make her fixate on him specifically. Make her care about saving Viktor more than saving others.
The demon's smile returned, cruel and satisfied.
"Would you?" it purred. "Would you really debase your holy mouth? Your sanctified flesh?"
"Yes!" Olivia sobbed. "Yes! Just tell me how! Tell me what to do!"
Viktor reached down, grabbing his cock—still half-limp, hanging down but beginning to stir again at the sight of the desperate priestess clinging to his leg.
He pointed it at her face.
"Suck it, priestess," he commanded, voice flat and cold. "Suck the demon out. Drain my seed. Baptize me with your holy mouth."
