As he dismounted his demonic steed, Ty knew he had made up his mind. He reached out one hand and gestured to the minotaur, who willingly tossed his demonic overlord his axe. Ty took a few moments to feel the weight of the hefty weapon, admiring its blade, before he suddenly slammed it forward. The flat side of the blade slammed against the crucifix, knocking it down to the ground. "God won't protect you now, you know," he taunted slyly.
The demon lord raised the blade of the axe to press against the pastor's throat. "Now, I'm in the mood for some entertainment. So, you can follow my orders, and you'll keep your freedom, or you can fight back, and join a legion of slaves." He lifted the axe away, and tossed it off to the ground. "Now, kneel."
The priest did as he was told, and dropped to his knees, with his back against the altar. Ty signaled, and his demonic steed lifted up onto his hind legs, placing both front pairs of legs upon the altar, so that the pastor's face rested mere inches away from the devilish stallion's sheath. The pastor glanced up at Ty with fearful eyes, but he soon realized he had no hope. "Go on," Ty urged, gesturing the priest forward.
Realizing he had no other option, the pastor reached forward with trembling fingers, stroking the wrinkled black flesh of the horse's sheath. His hands even slipped downward to stroke under the beast's heavy, leathery balls, before returning to the sheath. After a few seconds, the demonic stallion's cock began to unsheathe. At first, the horsecock was flaccid and heavy, drooping down to spill pre over the pastor's chest and lap. After a few more seconds of stroking, though, it hardened to steel, huge flared head slapping against the priest's cheek.
The stallion's cock was shaped not unlike that of a mortal horse: long and thick, flared tip, and a dark band close to the base. However, the skin was inky black, and gave off a dark, almost radioactive power. The sheer heat of the shaft alone was palpable from a foot away, as if the air rippled around it. The demonic stallion noticeably began to grow impatient, thrusting his powerful hips and grinding his cock against the pastor's face. With every second, the tip leaked and spilled more acidic precum, almost coating the priest in his male fluids. The pastor, desperate to keep the monster above him from growing dissatisfied, struggled to take the thick, flared head into his lips, while anxiously running his hands along the length of the bestial cock.
While watching the pastor choke on the demon's horsecock, Ty pondered just what exactly how he should do this...