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Took me a while to post, but was recently encouraged to continue to do so by an email from a fan, so I continue. This chapter is mostly a bunch of character bonding. I feel like that's necessary.
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Virtuous Circle: Chapter 4
"I truly mean it. I have a second witness. You've seen the documents. What more do you need to confirm?" Conway was speaking to the clergy. They were a group of men second only to the head priest.
"You're right, Father. It's just very hard to believe that the head priest had been a demon in disguise all this time. You're welcome to leave, but we'll be sending a report to the closest exorcist organization. If we get any strange reports back on you... well, I'm sure you can surmise the rest." The head clergyman spoke up, gesturing for Conway and Kazuki to head to the exit. The exorcist obliged without hesitation.
Conway hadn't had a chance to wash off any of the urine before talking to the clergymen and he wasn't keen on staying around any crowds due to his current smell. The old men didn't seem to notice or care, probably due to the shock of the preceding events. Kazuki was trotting quickly behind him, having wrapped his fundoshi back on.
"Hey... Father Agnusdei... I'm sorry about... ah, you know," Kazuki began, but Conway shut him down.
"Don't start beating yourself up. I was... surprised that you helped. Even if the solution was disgusting and I personally wish you drank more water, it was also the only solution. I can't be mad at that." The priest responded with a shrug. In truth, he was deeply disgusted, but the reasoning was righteous, so he had no rebuttal. "Come on, we can talk more about it when I find a river or lake to bathe in."
The southeastern Eizoan nodded at the prospect and the two began to move. It had only taken an hour of diverging from the main road to find a secluded spring. The water seemed clear and clean, and the area was surrounded by foliage to obscure it. Conway couldn't see any signs of foot traffic, so it appeared to not be frequently visited. He wasted no time in beginning to undress, Kazuki twiddling his thumbs trying to think of what to say.
During the walk there, Kazuki realized that maybe bathing wasn't the best idea for the exorcist. As orgasmic as pissing was, it wasn't even for that reason that the demon thought this. Kazuki had surmised that the lingering smell of urine possibly acted as a shield. Maybe demon urine even digested differently, staying in the system longer. He wasn't sure, but the idea was spurred on by an odd sensation that the clergy demon wouldn't be the last of his kind. The way the old man had talked sounded like there was more to come.
He didn't want to just haphazardly throw himself in front of the priest, though. At the very least, he'd need to compose a good argument in the time it would take Conway to wash his clothes before bathing. Kazuki was eyeing the exorcist's body now stripped. His muscular frame was still very enticing, and those heaving pecs really needed a squeeze. What a specimen- no, he needed to focus and say something.
"Do you remember the conversation I had with the head priest?" Kazuki asked, realizing that letting Conway find his own conclusion may be the better idea.
"I do, I think. He talked a lot of nonsense. Things about evolution and enslavement." Conway answered without looking up. He was focused on scrubbing his clothes in the spring and any diversion of attention may make him realize his squatting position was uncomfortable.
"Wasn't that... weird? The way he talked kind of made it sound like there were a bunch of others like him. All of them with hypnotizing smells." The southeastern Eizoan demon sat on the soft ground. "That means we'll see more like him, right?"
"I... Well..." Conway stopped washing his clothes to pause and think. He hadn't considered he'd have to find ways around that. Kazuki was also right. "Yes, I suppose he must have had connections. There's a good chance they'd know someone exorcized the head priest and try to find out who it was..."
"And... maybe try to enslave them or... worse?" Kazuki teetered on the subject. He didn't consider this far in of the dangers they'd be facing and after the head priest's antics, he'd grown just a bit more fond of his traveling companion.
"Yes. That seems like an issue. I didn't even consider it." Conway admitted, stopping his clothes-cleaning. "I'm so used to the other types of demons that I defaulted to thinking like I'd be dealing with them, but this is a new breed. One I can't detect and can't protect myself from... but... you can do both of those things."
"Hm?" Kazuki was admittedly a bit lost in the conversation now and wasn't even sure if he was a part of it anymore.
"This idea is going to sound absurd but just hear me out," Conway began, gesturing as if he was telling someone to calm down and back away. "You seem to have to relieve yourself often and urine provides a sort-of barrier from manipulation for me. I could... I could be... a receiver for such things. Not directly. Maybe in a jar or something."
At this, Kazuki was lost again. He didn't know what 'receiver' meant in this scenario. The priest looked like his face was going to explode: reddening cheeks and looking away from the shrine demon. It seemed Conway was becoming aware of the silence and Kazuki's ignorance as his blush deepened. The embarrassment of having to simplify the terms into something more derogatory was setting his insides on fire.
"A-a, uh... a sort of indirect urinal." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to elaborate. "I am telling you that the circumstances are odd and the only solution requires a bizarre procedure. I don't like it, gods know that, but if it's to keep Eizoa safe then I will not hesitate to do it. If you go overboard, though, I will kill you."
"I-I... ah, okay! Y-yes!" Kazuki stammered out a response with perked-up ears. Hearing that was like having a porn fantasy fulfilled through godly intervention. "And... I do it whenever I need to go? Yes?"
"In a jar or something that I can carry. I don't want you showering me." Conway looked down for a moment to collect himself and, when he looked up, Kazuki's musky, sweating crotch was in his face, completely unwrapped. "So fast!"
"I've had to piss for like 10 minutes now! Sorry..." The demon apologized. Conway was hyper-focusing on the musk steam he could almost see on the shrine demon's crotch.
"That was not an invitation to piss all over me! I said to use a jar or something!" The priest shouted, pushing on the excited demon's crotch. "Get that thing away from my face!"
"Wait, that's amazing!" Kazuki announced. Conway quickly looked around in confusion. "No, not around you. You're inches from my crotch and you aren't musk-o-tized!"
"Ridiculous word, but you're right... and we've been traveling for an hour, too." The exorcist pulled his hand away from Kazuki's bushy crotch and leaned forward to take a couple of precautionary sniffs. Nothing. Well, nothing but overwhelming unwashed musk. Conway plugged his nose with his other hand. "Yes, well. You certainly still stink, but I'm not diving into your crotch right now."
The demon beamed. He felt, in a minor way, that he was a superhero. His gift? Urine, of course. He began thinking of all the moments that Conway would have to chug down his piss. Even the thought of indirect drinking was such a turn-on for the shrine tender. Just imagining the priest needing to drink urine in such a serious situation... was extremely debaucherous to the demon. Indulgence seemed to still entice him like any other demon, he considered.
Conway went back to washing off his body in the spring. He could avoid drinking less water as long as he was still getting fluid, but he'd need to find something that would prevent him from tasting the demon's urine. He'd tasted it a little over an hour ago and the salty taste lingered, as well as permeated his nostrils. He hoped that no one would ever piss in his nose again. He'd rather become a serial killer. Looking back over at the demon, he saw the southeastern Eizoan blissfully dazed, and noticed his dick stub had hardened to an inch again.
"You seem out of sorts. Are you imagining riches? You have the face of someone engrossed with greed." The priest remarked as he idly bathed. The water created a fleeting shine on his skin and a model-like display for Kazuki. "I can promise you the exorcist's life is one with few rewards. So get it out of your head."
"Wow..." That was all Kazuki said back. The demon snapped out of his trance and stood up, realizing he'd lost his fundoshi for a moment.
The demon looked around quickly and saw his dirtied fundoshi stuck in a nearby bush. Trotting over to grab it, he stopped to realize that the bush wasn't surrounded by any vegetation. There was a mote of mud around the plant, and from the dewy feel of the grass underfoot, Kazuki could surmise it had rained recently. The shrine tender contemplated on what to do. He knew getting dirty would annoy Father Agnusdei, but he also didn't care and wanted his undergarment back.
Conway noticed this train of thought, watching the demon stop at the grass' edge. The exorcist hoped Kazuki wouldn't do something gross and idiotic to get it, but he was indeed wrong. With no time to tell him to stop, Conway saw the demon take a running jump. While the tender could jump, he landed on the side of the bush, not holding the fundoshi, and slipped from the branches.
The demon didn't think it through, and without much fanfare, let go. He tried to propel himself back to the grass, but all he'd done was twist himself so that he flopped belly-first into the mud pool. The goop splashed outward as if the southeastern Eizoan had done a cannonball. Kazuki stood himself up promptly, only to slip back into the mud. He'd done this enough times in quick succession that it was safe to say he was well-covered in every nook and cranny.
"Great showmanship." Conway mocked with a plain face. The demon huffed.
"It would have worked but... I could feel you staring and that messed me up." The demon grunted. He shook himself like a dog to get most of the mud off, streaks still stuck to him in inconsistent spots. "Next time, just look away."
"I'll be sure to." Conway sighed. "Shouldn't you wash that off?"
"It's just mud. Not like I'm rolling in turd water." The shrine demon answered, rewarding him with a disgusted face from Conway. "You know what? I'm gonna go look for a jar. I won't go far, but I'll find something to piss in and it's all yours."
Conway's face darkened again. That response was on purpose. If the demon knew what all exorcists went through then maybe he'd be a bit more appreciative of Conway's restraint. Though the priest was considering how much of a mental tantrum he was throwing. He was embarrassed, yes, but they'd eventually need to get storage anyway and the best way to store it would be anything but his canteen.
"I found a weird jar!" The portly demon came rushing back from the brush holding up an old, dirtied glass jar. "It's got a key in it."
"How did you find it so quickly?" Conway asked, making his way out of the spring to look at the jar.
"I tripped over it." The demon responded plainly. Conway noticed a few extra bits of mud on the tender.
Conway grabbed the jar from the shrine demon and looked it over. It had archaic exorcist runes, ones that were found in more recent years to be inefficient and not very effective. Inside was a key, with a note attached to it. The exorcist didn't sense any demonic forces in the jar, so he concluded the runes were to keep demons out. He opened up the lid, releasing a musty, dry air, and pulled out the key by the note paper. Kazuki promptly swiped the key from the priest and unfolded the note paper.
"Huh? It just says 'the manor beyond the spring'. What does that mean?" His ears cocked quizzically as Conway went about cleaning up the container.
"It means there's a demon in the manor beyond this secluded spring." The exorcist said in a matter-of-fact tone. The jar was surprisingly pristine for being left out in the elements.
"How do you figure that?" The demon looked doubtful, trying to find some kind of secret code on the paper.
"It's too much to explain to you. Just an old method of communication." Conway ended, pulling the jar out of the spring to reveal a shiny, clear glass still covered in faded runes.
The exorcist grabbed his clothes off of a hanging tree branch and slung them over his shoulder. In his nude form, he handed the clean jar to Kazuki in exchange for the key, and silently gestured to get walking further past the spring. It was originally unnoticeable, but there was a man-made path beyond the spring. It had just been hidden by foliage.
"Wait, why are we going?" Kazuki spoke up as he saw a decrepit manor in the distance, almost hidden by the forest.
"I'm an exorcist. You learn about demons, and you go and stop them. Simple rules." Conway stated.
In truth, it was because of the method of communication the key was found. Years prior when the priest was a greenhorn exorcist and they hadn't phased out the method yet, some veteran exorcists would bind strong demons to a large area and leave whatever accessed the area in a jar with a note. These jars would often be covered in runes to prevent sabotage. The reason for this was usually because the veteran exorcist would be too weak to exorcize the demon, but strong enough to bind it to a location. Larger area bindings were also significantly easier to do than small confinement bindings.
The house ahead wasn't falling apart yet, but it was currently not kept well. The outside was unclean, covered in creeping flowers and weeds, and blossoming moss. At this point, it was likely those plants were keeping the building together. It wasn't ominous or a looming threat, more that it just seemed forgotten to time.
Conway took the key, and, without hesitation, unlocked the door. Opening it up, the inside was no better off than the outside. Plants had reclaimed their territory with this manor. Even though it was spacious on the outside, the inside proved cramped as bushes and plants took up much of the free space. It was almost like an indoor woodland.
"If you want, you can sit outside while I take care of this." The priest offered, setting his clothes on an indoor fern.
"Well, wait a minute." Kazuki tried to put a finger up to Conway's mouth, but the priest was too tall. "We agreed earlier that I'm an asset. If there's a demon here and they're not evil like that old man, you have to let them go."
"Like I would ever." The exorcist scoffed and moved the finger pointed at his neck. "You're an exception, not a rule. I've dealt with thousands of evil demons. Not one was compassionate or even had an ounce of empathy."
"Maybe... They were scared and fighting back. Anyway, I'm not leaving. I'll make sure to get on your last nerve about it, too." The demon threatened. "And if you don't agree to my terms... then no magic piss for you."
"I hate that your urine is a bargaining chip..." Conway rubbed his nose and looked away. If this was a new demon, then there was no way he'd win without insurance. "Ok fine. But piss in the jar first."
"You have to help, though." The tender responded with a plain expression.
"Eh?! No! You piss by yourself into the jar!" The priest almost doubled over in shock.
"I told you I need soft bark. I already scoped out the place while we were walking in and there's none around." Kazuki crossed his arms. "You need to put your tongue on it for it to work or I can't piss."
Conway looked like all of the color in his body went to his cheeks. He was agape with shock, too stunned to speak. In his mind, he was thinking about how to go about this. There was no way around the demon's demands. Ultimately, the priest took him in as a prisoner, but the tender proved already that he was the ultimate asset against new demons. Kazuki was too dimwitted to realize it, but the power was completely in his hands.
"I... I can do that but only from the side! Just so you don't somehow piss into my mouth!" Conway tried to assert control once more and Kazuki beamed in response, tearing away his fundoshi immediately.
"Oh, hold the jar too?" Kazuki offered the glass jar and Conway nervously accepted. The demon wiped away some dried mud off of his cock nub to prepare.
The exorcist took the deepest breath he had ever taken and sighed the same. Conway was not ready to have to submit for something as debaucherous as this, but this is what was going to make his work a lot easier. He knelt and leaned forward, getting a strong scent of musk from the demon. He held the jar a bit in front of the demon and just barely touched his tongue to the shrine tender's cock. Kazuki seemed underwhelmed.
"Hey, you have a lot of tongue! You can't just tap it, you have to wrap it around. Embrace my penis, make it feel warm. You know?" Kazuki tried to explain. Conway looked like the life within him was being drained away, but steeled his nerves for the cause.
The exorcist extended his tongue so that it wrapped around the girth of the cock. He attempted to avoid touching the wrinkled foreskin tunnel the shrine tender had, but because of his tongue width, he had just made a urine gutter for this slower stream. The priest closed his eyes tightly so he wouldn't have to anticipate what was next.
He could hear the urine hit the jar and make a steady flow into it. Against his wishes, he could also feel an ocean spray of urine hit his taste buds, and the smell of urine overpowering the surrounding atmosphere. Opening his eyes out of sheer curiosity, he saw a steaming jar of piss being filled and looked up to see a blissed-out demon. The pissing went on for a lot longer than the priest was expecting but ended on the worst note. He could feel Kazuki tense up as a sudden burst of thick, yellow-white ropes leaped from his cock and into the jar. Some of the mess got on the sides, but the amount of goo was enough to overfill the already three-quarters-filled jar.
"What... is that?" Conway asked, looking at the cum-float he'd help make. "That thick goo?"
"Huh? You don't... you don't know?" The demon was confused, but then looked down and was reminded of the exorcist's chastity. "Well-"
"An infection? I'm not drinking an infected piss concoction." Conway almost tossed down the jar in disgust before Kazuki cut back in.
"Hey! That is not an infection! It's perfectly normal, thank you. Even mortals do it." The tender harrumphed.
"Oh... sorry. I suppose I know little about anatomy." The priest stated and looked at the murky jar.
He decided to waste no time. To Kazuki's surprise, the exorcist knocked back the jar for a few moments of chugging. It was like watching someone drink one of the worst-tasting beers in existence. Specially fermented cum and high-concentrate urine combined for a very musky-tasting liquid for the priest. His whole body curdled for a moment as every gulp permeated every single taste bud. He just had to remind himself of why he was doing all of this. Until suddenly, there was no more. All that was left in the jar were streaks of cum and droplets of piss.
"A-a... A-!" The demon began. He stuttered helplessly, unable to process the best thing he'd ever seen in his life. He felt like he was going to pass out. "You...!"
"No. No words. Please. Let's confront a demon." Conway stated plainly, standing his nude form up and heading for the stairs of the manor.