Eddie Brock and Demon Venom: MINE

Chapter Seven

Eddie slowly and carefully dismounted his motorcycle, the soreness getting to him as he made his way to the church doors the next morning.

The pastor had wanted to speak with him about something and Eddie had obliged to come in at ten.

He was still a little out of it from the good hard fucking that the demon had given him last night and it hurt like hell to sit, even if the surface was soft.

He hoped that the pastor hadn't noticed the security cameras. At least not knowing that it was him on there. If the pastor found out he had formed some sort of twisted friendship with the demon...

"Thank you for coming in, Eddie," the pastor said with a smile as he gestured Eddie towards a chair in his office.

Eddie smiled and very, very carefully sat down on the chair, silently holding back a whimper as his bruised and tender ass pressed against the surface.

The pastor noticed and looked at the man in concern.

"Is everything alright?" he wondered.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just sore. I slipped in the bathroom," Eddie lied, trying not to flush as he remembered the demon's massive cock in his ass, pounding into him hard and rough.

It suddenly occurred to him that the room was warm. Almost to the point where it made him perspire. But the pastor hadn't seemed to notice or care.

The heat started to get to him. The love marks burned and itched like no one's business and he tried not to scratch them.

"Oh." The pastor nodded and tried to turn the conversation to a better topic.

"Well, the reason I called you here today, is that recently the assistant pastor has been moved to a different church. I was hoping you would be able to take the job? Since you've been doing so well with these jobs, I thought it would be appropriate to elevate your position."

"What?" Eddie's heart jumped...not in fear. Curiosity. Excitement.

"The deacons and I talked it over and we think you would be the best option for assistant pastor."

"But I—I don't have much experience with this sort of thing," Eddie admitted, which was true.

"It's not that difficult, really," Pastor Wilson smiled. "You fill in for me when I'm off on trips to other churches and such, that's all."

"Like, what would I do? Preach?"

"That's sort of the point of being an assistant pastor, Ed," the pastor chuckled. "It pays more than what you've been earning by helping me."

"Look, I really don't care about the money, I just....why me, though? Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, honestly, but...there are other men here who—"

"Eddie," the pastor said softly. "I picked you because I've seen how much you've grown. You're the right guy for the job. I prayed about it and it really feels like the right option."

"Okay, alright," Eddie smiled. "I'll take it. I mean, if you really want me to."

"I want you to," the pastor returned the smile. "Consider this a whole new chapter in your life. You never know. You could learn a lot from this."

"Alright. Thanks, pastor Wilson."

"My pleasure, Eddie," the pastor stood up as Eddie dismissed himself. He furrowed his brows when he noticed several dark marks on Eddie's neck. "Eddie?"

Eddie turned back to him, hand on the door.

"Yeah?"

"I know it's none of my business, but happened to your...?" he touched his neck and Eddie's eyes widened for a second before he recovered.