Babette's Tease

Nicolo is the very picture of an upright priest: generous, friendly, dedicated to upholding the spiritual trust of his parish. But when his faith is tempted by a shapeshifting succubus, he finds himself having to choose between his morals and his lust - and after years of celibacy and repression, the latter may be too strong to deny...

A temptation sent straight from the inferno, Babette is a succubus who will stop at nothing to get Nicolo to admit his lustful desires. When she appears in his bedroom, his priestly instincts warn him that this is a test of faith, and the only way to succeed is by refusing her advances. But Babette has an advantage: she knows every last sinful fantasy that has ever passed through Nicolo's head.

With her alluring words and shapeshifting wiles, Babette puts Nicolo's will to the test, forcing him to confront his desires (for women and men alike) and daring him to give in. What follows is a battle of resolve between Nicolo's celibacy and Babette's unstoppable powers of seduction. Nicolo will have to use all the forces of resistance he possesses to ensure that this sexy succubus does not come out on top!

Read on for over 7000 words of shapeshifting, bisexual demon-on-priest smut!

Excerpt:

Nicolo blinked, hard. If he could only shake this vision from his mind, perhaps he could fall back asleep and let this dream fade back to mist, a simple fantasy that he could yield to briefly before his morning toilet; surely if he shook his head hard enough, he could banish this demon and her seductive words into the ether from which they'd come.

But he was given no such gratification. She pressed upon him still, her flesh an ever-present reminder that this was real, this was no dream, and the battle between good and evil had come to his very house—and, put to the test, he found he had no weapons at all to fight her with.

"Let Babette tell you better," the demon was whispering, shimmying first one leg, then the other out of her shimmery excuse for clothing.

Nicolo turned his face away. He didn't need a mirror to tell him that his face was beet-red: the prickly heat in his cheeks was a dead giveaway.

"If you've come to tempt me, come with all you have," he managed. "It will be the greater test for my faith if you attempt to seduce me with—with the greatest powers at your disposal." Even to him, the words sounded weak, a meager challenge to the overwhelming power of her body. "I—I demand you test me! You shall find me willing to stand up for my faith."

"I can see part of you standing up for me already," she said with a smirk.