Babette's Tease

By Foxxi Smolder

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Oct 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463457474

Foxxi Smolder

Confirmed bacheloress by day and scribbler of indecent material by night, Foxxi Smolder has been writing sweet, smutty short stories since 2015. She is dedicated to bringing her readers works that embrace kink without sacrificing sex positivity or a sense of humor. When not writing, she enjoys tending her rose garden, doing Tarot readings for her cats, and adding to her collection of fainting couches.

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Babette’s Tease

© 2019 Foxxi Smolder

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Babette’s Tease

By Foxxi Smolder

The whisper of the door opening and the abbreviated click of its close were the only sounds that greeted Nicolo D'Silva as he stepped into his modest abode, but even in the absence of visitors his manners were correct: he made sure to slip out of his shoes in the hall, then padded over to the kitchen to deposit the heavy grocery bags he'd been carrying on the counter there. Only after he had put his food in the fridge and assured himself that no petitioner was at his door to interrupt him did Nicolo remove his priest's collar from around his neck, exhaling in relief as he did so.

Anyone that came knocking at his residence, seeking religious counsel, Nicolas was obliged to help; but it was his relatively safe assumption that if he did not encounter such a person by the time he'd made himself comfortable, there'd be no requests at all. He had little to worry about on that front, anyway. The flock he currently presided over demanded only a small amount of his attention. They lived peaceful lives, untroubled by crisis or catastrophe—and that suited Nicolo just fine, he thought to himself, treading over to the couch as he drove a corkscrew into a fresh bottle of wine.

He truly had been blessed to be assigned such a sleepy parish, he reflected to himself. They didn’t impose at all—they seemed content enough just to see him, reassured by his presence. Even on his walk home today, hefting full brown bags in both arms, he'd encountered at least half a dozen happy locals all too eager to wave hello to their new priest. There had been Signor Franz, owner of the local laundrette, who commented on his nigh-overflowing bags with