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Virtuous Circle: Chapter 3
"No... I don't want to go..." Kazuki groaned. Conway was lightly kicking the demon's thigh to wake him up at the break of dawn.
"No. Wake up. And get dressed for the Gods' sake." The priest demanded, rewarding him with a groan from Kazuki.
The demon woke up to a clean room. There were two filled bags next to him and Conway loudly organized things so that any travelers in the future could find things easily. It was impossible to stay asleep any longer and he decidedly sat himself up, yawning lazily. The clothes he'd worn since first meeting Conway had now gone a couple of weeks without being washed, and it seemed like he had no desire to clean them. His fundoshi was beginning to yellow around the crotch and, even though it was covered, his ball musk was beginning to permeate around him.
"We agreed on you not telling me how to live," Kazuki grumbled.
"As much as I would love to judge your attire more, I'm more referring to the fact that the further north we go, the colder it gets. With how little you wear, you'd freeze and I need you alive until I decide to kill you." Conway explained, throwing the bags over his shoulder with no effort.
"Huh? Why?" The demon cocked his head.
"Are you asking me why you'd freeze?" Conway inquired, his tone teetering on condescending.
"Yeah. I traveled nude in the winter before I got here. The cold wasn't bad." The explanation flabbergasted the exorcist. Kazuki seemed to be implying he was entirely immune to harsh weather conditions.
"Wh- Are you saying you're unaffected by harsh cold? Winter in Central Eizoa was pretty severe at the beginning of the year." Conway became pensive when Kazuki shrugged. Did this mean demons had more differing anatomy than he initially thought? He noted that he'd have to get a proper journal at some point to notate all of his findings.
The two had completely dropped what had happened the day prior. Conway didn't want to bring it up and Kazuki had negotiated to never bring it up. They'd never mention it and they would have to dwell on it only in their minds for eternity. Though, Kazuki was longing to do it again.
The demon hadn't had such an orgasmically good experience pissing ever. He'd never emptied so much of his bladder in the six months of his tangibility and he had never felt so blissfully good from doing so. Conway's mouth had provided a new, revolutionary way to relieve himself and he was longing to do it at least one more time. He wanted to do more than drench the stud in urine, he wanted to use that perfect mouth as a godly urinal. His urge to do so was not overwhelming, but it was bubbling slowly and he felt it would eventually bubble over. He was already plotting how to make it something of an 'accident' to do again. Though, he imagined if he did it enough, maybe Conway would throw out all morals and just exorcize him then and there.
"Hey. Get it together. We're heading out." Conway snapped his fingers and walked out of the building. Kazuki shook his head to wake up a bit more and scampered after him.
The priest was making his way back to the original village. He had the desire to get a journal from one of the other priests in town but also wanted to tell the head priest of the church that he had solved the simple, easy problem associated with the misfortune of praying at the shrine. Thinking back briefly, he noted how fragile the demon possessing the shrine statue was. Perhaps that's why Kazuki didn't even know it existed.
The two walked for a couple of hours, Kazuki intermittently making the duo stop so he could rush off into the woods to piss until they finally arrived back at the small town. Kazuki wasn't very reactionary. He'd been to this town before when making his way to the shrine and there was noticeably little to look at. Many people, though, took glances at him. All of them wondered why he had such an outlandish getup, which was something Conway anticipated happening but could say nothing about.
"Oh, I gotta piss" The shrine demon danced about in place.
"Are you just made of water? You know we can't take this many breaks when we head north. It'll take up too much travel time because you need a super special specific spot to urinate." Conway complained, using a mocking tone when describing where Kazuki needed to piss. "Hold it for now. We'll build up your endurance for it."
Kazuki wanted to protest, but Conway wasn't even engaged in the conversation anymore. The exorcist walked away and towards the church, to which Kazuki uncomfortably followed him. The shrine demon felt as though his bladder was inflating with piss inside of him. Every time he used the restroom he just never felt like everything in him was being let loose. The only time he truly felt empty was during the situation between him and the priest that had occurred. Maybe holding it would prove a good excuse to get away with doing it again, he postulated.
The two entered the church and Father Agnusdei immediately made a beeline for the head priest's office. All the while, Kazuki was getting a strange feeling from this church, something he didn't feel in most churches. The atmosphere was off. It wasn't oppressively holy. Instead, it felt welcoming with a dark pressure he'd been used to. No one was seeming to act out of sorts, but it seemed this church may be housed by a demon. At least, it seemed that way to Kazuki.
Conway knocked on the head priest's door, an ornate thing much in the same style as the rest of the building. He heard a faint 'come in' and opened up the door, Kazuki meekly following behind. The inside was lined with books on either side of the room and the back wall was an ornate stained glass window. The head priest was sitting at a leather chair at his desk, looking over what seemed to be papers. His thick glasses were adjusted often by him to see what was written.
"Head priest, I've dealt with the problem at the shrine. I was wondering, as well, if you had a blank journal handy?" Conway debriefed quickly while Kazuki quietly closed the door behind him.
"Oh, thank you so much, dear exorcist! Yes... I think I have... something in these desk drawers. A moment!" He wheezed out. the old priest wasn't entirely visibly unfit even though he was portly. It just seemed his old age came with chronic fatigue.
"Hey... something weird is going on," Kazuki whispered to the exorcist. Conway cocked an eyebrow.
"What? What's weird about needing a journal?" Conway asked back quietly, almost annoyed.
"No, not that. This church feels odd and that old man has some pretty overpowering aura around him." Kazuki explained, seeing darkness exuding from the man that Conway could not.
"Well, yes. He's a priest. Don't demons hate those?" Conway responded matter-of-factly.
"That isn't what I mean... I think that's a humanized demon. Not someone possessed." Kazuki whispered harshly. Conway looked extremely doubtful.
The exorcist couldn't sense anything about the old man. He couldn't be possessed: that was obvious to exorcists. His body matched the criteria on the surface of a humanized demon, though he was also old. The only other way to tell if he was a humanized demon was to check his groin. Conway did not want to ask the head priest to strip and embarrass himself, nor could he ask about chastity. Maybe if he simply acted as if it were an accident to pants the robed old man. That seemed like the best course of action. Minimal embarrassment and a mistake he could quickly smooth over.
"Here you are!" The old man said and stood himself up. He walked around the desk and towards Conway.
"Oh, no need to walk any further, I'll come to you," Conway said curtly and began walking towards the priest.
Conway played it up as best he could. There were a few books on the floor, all easily avoidable and noticeable, but he feigned ignorance. His foot stood on one and he kicked it away as though he slipped just a foot before getting to the priest. He fell forward and, as if to find footing, grabbed at the priest's robes and yanked down hard with the fall. The force he put into the yank was unintentionally too strong, and an audible rip projected outward in the room. All of the head priest's clothes had been ripped off at once.
Conway scrambled to his knees to begin apologizing but was inches away from large, sagging balls. Not as large as Kazuki's, but sagged quite lower. Above it was a nubby, thin penis head poking out of fat pubic flesh and a silvered bush. The old priest smiled sinisterly as he saw Conway realizing what was going on. Musk was filling the air, stronger and more pungent than Kazuki's. It began to fill Conway's mind and possess it, willing him to get closer.
"Hahaha! Well... I was originally going to use my musk fog power on the many men in this church to produce some enticing slaves and cattle to trade off to other demons, but I guess I'll need to waste some on a powerful exorcist, heheh! That'll fetch me a nice price!" The old priest laughed to himself, his hairy body jiggling with each guffaw.
"Wh-what? Why would you ask him to exorcize a demon at the shrine then? Your own brethren!" Kazuki questioned. He expected this but was confused all at the same time. "You'd really kill your own?"
"My own?! Hawhawhaw!" The old demon began guffawing as Conway dove his face into the head priest's bush, huffing audibly. "You're like me. Surely you know what we are? We're evolution! A new breed! A new species! Those foggy wisps are insignificant now. You could do this too, y'know? Our musk is hypnotizing; it's enticing."
"What are you on? You sound crazy! Honest!" Kazuki shouted back, feeling a bit sorry for the exorcist. He was more furious at the notion of sacrificing other demons for personal gain, though.
"You don't even know how your own body operates? Hawhawhaw! Well, I might as well get some subordinates for this business venture, so I'll tell you." The old demon patted his stomach and walked over to sit down in his chair again, leaving Conway to drool in a stupor, cock sweat splotched on his face. "Us new demons have an amazing musk we give off that, if exposed long enough to it, can make any human completely malleable. Most new demons' musk is pretty weak, but some, like me, can contrate it and blast it out like a cloud. We lose it for a bit after that, though. You probably don't have that. You seem like a lesser new demon. Anyways, just make sure you don't use them as toilets or anything."
"That last part seems a bit... off-topic." The shrine demon remarks, looking at Conway nervously.
"Well, for whatever reason, demon piss is like... the 'cure' for the musk. It's like a reset button. You know that weird urge you get to piss all the time? That's because our bodies make it like crazy in case we have to reset a slave to factory settings. It's not very handy though unless you get off on retraining." The old demon grumbled, more to himself than Kazuki. It seemed his frustration with it let slip a tactical advantage for the shrine demon.
Kazuki may not have had musk to rival this sweaty atmosphere, but he did have an overwhelming urge to piss and a desire to see the old demon jackass exorcized. As the head priest demon went to work on what sounded like contractual employment paperwork for Kazuki, the shrine demon stripped away his fundoshi to let out his sweating groin and rushed for the exorcist.
"Hey, don't break the toy, dipshit! That's a fireable offense!" The old demon chastised, not realizing what Kazuki was about to do.
"I'm sorry, Father Agnusdei! This is the only way to save you, please don't exorcize me after this!" Kazuki yelled as he grabbed Conway's head.
Kazuki forcefully pulled the exorcist into his crotch, putting the stupored priest's gaping mouth over his nubbed cock and letting loose a torrent of piss. To Kazuki, it felt amazing. His body shivered and relaxed as a stream of hot urine torrented down the throat and spilled out of the sides of Conway's slack mouth.
Conway could feel the fog reversing in his mind, able to think coherently and act more freely. He knew what was going on the entire time it was happening but was unable to act. It was like watching a play but being strapped to the chairs, unable to leave unless the stagehands willed it so. It had been torture. Every whiff of old demon crotch felt like it was burning off his nose hairs, and the feeling of ball sweat on his face felt like a combination of grease and water. Now, his tongue was being barraged by the acrid, fermented taste of piss that Kazuki was feeding him. He felt less upset by this, though, and more shocked. It meant Kazuki, a demon, was saving his life.
Kazuki noticed the priest was reacclimating, but it was slow, and the old demon looked like he was about to lunge at the two, so he did the only thing he could: pissed more. He pulled out of the exorcist's mouth, showering the priest's pecs with urine, and then lunged his nub into one of Conway's nostrils. The hot urine sprayed in like a hose and, while most forced itself down his throat through his nose, some piss was powerful enough to shoot itself out of the other nostril. This, to Kazuki, was like a porn fantasy that had come to life.
"I'm- eugh! I'm here! I'm back! Stop!" Conway shouted as Kazuki finished by dousing the priest's head. Conway was soaked from the waist up.
"Sh-shit! You little gremlin! You insignificant worm! I'll be sure to tell everyone on the other side that you helped a damned exorcist!!" The old demon angrily pointed at Kazuki. It seemed that, instead of attacking, he was actually trying desperately to escape out of the sealed window behind him somehow.
Conway collected himself and stepped towards the old demon, reaching a hand into the air and snapping his fingers in a glare. It took a moment, but the old demon was suddenly blitzed by a powerful aura of aether. This, surprisingly, didn't kill him, to the shock of Conway who tried again. Then again, and once more. Finally, as the old man lay on the ground, reaching for the window, his body flaking away like a more powerful demon, he vaporized into nothing. A cloud of dust that ate itself away before he could do any more damage.
"That... was unnatural," Conway stated, a bit trapped in a rush of adrenaline to focus on being doused and filled with urine. "And concerning. I couldn't even detect that he was a demon... but you could. Why did you help me? You could've let my brain rot."
"I... Other demons are the worst, honestly. The minute I got this body... I got this overwhelming urge to live. That's all I want to do and... Demons and people aren't so different in that." Kazuki explained, trying to find the best way to verbalize his feelings. "Some demons just want to watch everything burn, or take over the whole world, just like some humans. There are so many others that are like me... Others that don't want to be involved, or want to find a way for both to live in peace. That's all I want. And that old fart completely stood against that."
For as ridiculous and fetish-filled as the scene was, Conway found that he could resonate completely with Kazuki. Whether this was some sort of gambit or a genuine remark, he didn't care. He believed the shrine demon, at least at this moment. He wasn't going to give a smile, but his face was filled with understanding and determination, then sudden shock.
"Did your balls get bigger?" Conway pointed, shocking Kazuki out of his seriousness. The shrine demon looked down to see slightly bigger balls.
"Eh?! Why are they bigger?! Am I dying?!" Kazuki yelled, but Conway shushed him.
"No, I think when that old demon died, you absorbed its energy like at the shrine. For whatever reason, your balls got bigger. That's an odd development. I really need to write all of this down." Conway said as he rushed over to the desk to pull out a journal.
Kazuki was dumbfounded. His nub was still dribbling just a tad bit of urine that was trickling over his sack and into a small puddle on the floor under him. Whatever this meant could be anything, but the old demon did mention that some 'new demons' could have a special gift. Could that mean that Kazuki's gift was absorbing the dark aether of demons? He wasn't entirely sure yet, but the examples thus far were damning.
Conway began jotting things down quickly in a journal, planning to elaborate in later pages at a later time. At the same time, he was trying to come up with an excuse for his piss-covered appearance and the sudden destruction of the head priest. It would be hard to get by, but there was plenty of documented evidence in the drawers. Hopefully, the religious sorts were reasonable people.