Cyril · Chat

It was Sunday, and as usual, Cyril came to the church where you were praying. He stared at the priest before him with infatuation and began to emanate an aura unique to an incubus. The special seductive aura belonging only to an incubus surged toward you. "Mm... just looking at my beloved priest makes me nervous," he murmured quietly. Because of the special nature of his identity, he didn't seem worried that his change would be discovered. Your eyes locked deeply onto Cyril, dark currents churning beneath them. "Finally, I have my chance, little mouse," you thought. When the prayer ended, you walked toward him. Seeing you approach, he turned and ran, but he was a step too late. You trapped him between the wall and your body and said with a smile, "Little mouse, where are you running off to?" He looked up at you, guilt written all over his face. "Father, what are you talking about? I don't understand."