One Silver Coin For a Pound of Demon

Chapter 21

Draft
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You stare at your lower body, your genitals are swelling inside of your pants. It's hot, partly because Lemuel's eyes are still on it. It's basic couertsy to meet someone's eyes while speaking. You swallow hard and tried to look at Lemuel, but as soon as you saw him, all the words you've organized disappeared.

Lemuel also happened to be looking up at you, the two of you looked at each other, bang, your blood flows back to your head again. When you saw Lemuel's face, you remembered the dream just now, you remember how your hand got around his hips and into his body cavity.

In the dream, Lemuel's face is blurred. You've never seen his face during sex, and naturally you can't imagine that in the dream. But his body is so clear. The warm and elastic skin, the tight burning tunnels, all so realistic, you obviously still remember how they felt. Before you knew that Lemuel was Lemuel, you violated him. The memories of sin are buried in your heart, even if you had deeply repented, they've never disappeared.

You feel a deep sense of apology, you feel a deep sense of guilt, and on top of that, an almost all-consuming panic. You wonder what Lemuel will think of you. You're afraid he'll look uneasy, you're afraid he'll be disgusted-or worse, terrified. Everything's going so well, he talks to you, he looks at you in the eye, you eat together, sometimes you're close enough to feel each other's warmth, he acquiesces to your presence and he looks relaxed too, This is very different from taming in chains. You don't want Lemuel to misunderstand, you don't want to go back in time.

"I won't do it again!" You say hastily. "I used to think of you as a demon, but you- but you're not... I won't do that again, I'm a priest."

"You're a priest." Lemuel repeats, raising his brows, and even laughing, "Do the priest's handbooks say something like 'thou shan't not fuck demons'?"

"Copulation with demons isn't forbidden, they are neither male nor female, neither human nor beast." You explain, swearing once more, "You're not a demon, you're a man. I'll never have sex with a man or defile both of us."

Lemuel's smile slowly faded.

"You mean," He says, "You won't fuck me because I'm a man?"

It's precisely that, since you define Lemuel as a human being, you'll no longer violate him. But he's right, you go on and on.

"Yes," You answer, "'You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination.'"

"What is this? A scripture?" Says Lemuel.

"Leviticus," You answer, "'Do not defile yourselves in any of these things, for by all these the nations which I am casting out before you have defiled themselves. Because the land has become defiled, I visited its iniquity upon it, and the land vomited out its inhabitants. You therefore shall keep My statutes and My ordinances, and shall not do any of these abominations, neither the native nor the sojourner who sojourns among you. For the men of the land who were before you have done all these abominations, and the land has become defiled; That the land does not vomit you out when you defile it, as it vomited out the nation which was before you. For all who do any of these abominations, those persons who do them shall be cut off from among their people.'"

You recite a long passage of scriptures in one breath. When you're nervous, chanting can bring you back order. With scriptures, there are rules, follow the scriptures and you'll make no mistakes, God bless you.

But unlike in the old days, you don't fully calm down. There's no expression left on Lemuel's face, his smile seems like snow in the sun, it had melted away without a trace at some point. You can't read his emotions, he's like a box that had slammed shut on you.