Catherine is a nun with a lot of penance to work through. Unfortunate, Lily, a succubus who has been taunting her for weeks, has not made this any easier.
Fetishes: Corruption, TF, Demon Girls with Amazing Dicks, Wholesome Nun-Fucking, and Adult Language
“You’ve been a big help lately,” Isabelle said.
She flipped through the pages of her notebook with a weathered hand, reaching the point where hurried and small text gave way to nothingness. With great care, she grabbed a pen and started to draft an entry.
Catherine smiled and bowed her head. “Of course, Sister Isabelle. I’m glad to be of assistance.”
“And I’m sure that the other sisters appreciate it as well,” Isabelle said, flashing a terse smile. “The church may be holy but it is not exactly the most comfortable sleeping abode. But regardless, I do still like to have at least one member of the clergy here just in case of an emergency.”
“Has there ever been an emergency?” Catherine asked.
Isabelle shook her head. “Not since I was a little girl. Sure, the occasional farmer may stop by to summon the bishop for an exorcism but…” She snorted. “Let’s just say a Doctor is a far more qualified person to summon in the event of a stroke. Still, the last rites are usually delivered promptly.”
She finished with her entry and closed the book.
“Still, keeping the lights on keeps any young hooligans at bay,” Isabelle said. “I’m less worried about late-night confessions and more worried about broken windows.”
Catherine smirked. “Kids these days.”
“You should be careful with how you speak,” Isabelle teased. “To me you’re still one of those kids.” She sighed and shook her head. “Alas, I best get back to work. There is much to be done and Father Gabriel does not entrust many with his added labours.”
“Of course, Sister,” Catherine said.
She offered one last bow of her head before slipping out of the office and back into the church proper.
“So, you’re staying the night again?” a familiar voice asked.
Catherine turned and looked at Sister Karen. They were about the same age, in their early twenties. Though where Karen looked plain, with long black hair and a rather boring figure, Catherine was either blessed or cursed with something else entirely.
It was a blessing, since she understood her own inherent beauty. After all, she had a head of lush red hair, a face full of freckles, and a figure that many women her age would’ve craved.
But it was also a curse because every boy in town seemed to take joy in the concept of converting this Sister of God to a less than holy lifestyle.
“I am,” Catherine said.
Karen shook her head. “Why though, you haven’t stayed more than a couple nights in the convent in the last two months.” She flashed a smile. “Come on, blow it off and spend the night with us. Caroline snuck in a bottle of vodka and we’re going to be playing poker.”
“My, my,” Catherine teased, “you lot really are going to be touching on all the sins tonight, aren’t you?”
“I’m sure we’ll pay for it during our confession,” Karen teased. “Plus, wouldn’t it be nice to sleep in a proper bed, in a warm room, and not on that lumpy old cot that Isabelle thinks is appropriate accommodations?”
“Some of us take our duties more seriously than others,” Catherine explained. “I wish to be closer to god and this provides me with a convenient excuse.”
“Why?” Karen whined.
Catherine frowned. “I’ve experienced temptation these last few weeks and I must atone for that. And this provides a far more tangible penance than merely having Father Gabriel scold me.”
Karen sighed. “Fine, fine, you absolute weirdo.” She huffed. “You do know this place is haunted, right?”
“I’ve heard the rumours,” Catherine said, flashing a playful smile. “And they’ve proven to be largely untrue.”
“Largely?” Karen asked, cocking a brow.
Catherine nodded and made her over to one of the pews, taking a seat upon it.
“No zombies or demons,” she said, “but I do believe that I saw a ghost at one point. It floated through to Sister Isabelle’s office.”
“No shit?” Karen whispered. Her eyes were wide. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Catherine said, nodding her head towards the office. “Could be the lost soul of the former sister who previously filled her role.”
There was a tick, a moment of silence, which persisted between them. Then Catherine started snickering uncontrollably.
Karen looked confused but then it clicked.
“You bitch!” she yelped. Though she made sure to keep her cussing to a hushed level. “You lied to me!”
“Only because I enjoyed the look on your face,” Catherine shot back.
“You really are going to need penance,” Karen grumbled. “God is most displeased with liars, you know.”
“I’m sure they’ll find it in their heart to forgive me,” Catherine whispered, wiping at her eyes.
Another moment of silence was soon there, settling between them.
Finally, Karen sighed. “Alright, I better go check on the gardens. Enjoy another evening with god, Catherine. I’ll be playing poker and trading shots with the other sisters.”
Catherine bowed her head. “I always do.”
Catherine knelt before the altar, clutching the rosary beads between her hands. She fed them through her knuckles, praying silently as she did so.
Only a few weak lights illuminated the space around her, casting it in an eerie semi-darkness that seemed to make every shadow longer and more sinister.
She was used to this. It was a familiar sensation. That slight wrongness that seemed to nestle within her gullet. It clutched at her chest, making her heart quiver.
Her praying was delivered in hushed phrases that she murmured under her breath. She begged for protection, for forgiveness, hoping that this night would not be like the others that came before.
A light brightened from behind her and Catherine winced. It would seem that her Father in heaven had not been attentive to her specific concerns this evening.
She sighed. “You’re back.”
“Of course, I’m back,” a familiar voice called.
The voice was as smooth as silk though bore an edge that would’ve cut through metal if it so desired.
“So how is my favourite sister doing tonight?” the voice asked. “Are the local boys still bugging you?”
“It’s the funniest thing,” Catherine said, though there was no humour in her voice. “It would seem that they ended up in a car accident earlier this week. All three are in the hospital, thankfully with minor injuries.”
The voice whistled. “Fate can be such a cruel Mistress.”
Catherine finally forced her gaze away from Christ and turned to look at her guest.
The demon smiled at her, showing off rows of razor-sharp teeth and dragging an elongated tongue across her crimson-coloured lips. For once, the demon had actually adorned herself in clothing, going with a black robe to hide her shame. Her skin was the colour of magma and two horns gutted forth from her scalp. She had a head of snow-white hair. It was long and straight, licking at the back of her garb.
“Have you reflected on our previous conversation?” the Demon asked.
Catherine frowned. “I have.”
“And did ‘God’ provide you with any answers,” the Demon asked.
“They have not…” Catherine sighed. “But they do work in mysterious ways, Lily.”
Lily.
What a funny name for a demon.
“I wouldn’t say work is the verb you’re looking for,” Lily teased.
She approached, putting more than a little extra sway into her step. It wasn’t long before she loomed over Catherine, placing a hand upon her shoulder. Even if Catherine had been standing, this demon would’ve easily been taller than herself.
“You know that I could bring you all of those worldly desires that the guy upstairs has been denying you,” she said.
Catherine frowned. “And what would become of my soul in the afterlife? I do not wish to endure an eternity of damnation.”
“Hell isn’t all that bad,” Lily said, waving her other hand about. “Sure, there is a fair amount of debauchery, and we do punish the occasional lost soul, but honestly, it can be kind of a blast at times.”
“Sure, it can,” Catherine grumbled.
She felt Lily’s hand leave her shoulder and instead reach for the side of her hood. The demon plucked it away and exposed her face.
“You really are a beautiful woman,” Lily commented.
Catherine frowned. “So, I’ve been told.”
“It’s a shame to deny yourself like this. We could honestly have such a great time together,” Lily said.
“I’m sure you know your trade well,” Catherine growled. “Succubus.”
“Oh, I’ve gained a new title now, have I?” Lily snickered. “Demon, Satan Spawn, and now I’m a Succubus. My mother would be so proud that I’m moving up in the world.”
“You have a mother?” Catherine asked.
Lily snorted. “I know the Catholic Church can be a bit backwards but I assumed they at least allowed you a basic understanding of biology.”
Catherine flushed. “They do, I just didn’t know it extended to your kind.”
“We are made of flesh and blood,” Lily explained. “Dad was a demon. Mom was a succubus. Had a brother and sister. A hellhound for a pet. Proper suburban hell upbringing.”
Catherine couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re messing with me, right?”
“What? You don’t find it fitting that hell is essentially one giant American suburb,” Lily teased.
“Actually, now that you mention it…” Catherine began.
Though her thoughts were clouded as she felt Lily’s large red hand caressing her cheek. Her fingers were long and nails sharp. Yet, she was so tender with them, gently stroking Catherine’s complexion.
The demon’s touch was warm, impossibly so.
“You were saying?” Lily teased.
Catherine swallowed a lump in her throat. “I may have lost my train of thought.”
She could smell the demon’s flesh. And like her touch, it was equally alluring. It was spicy and exotic, smelling of flowers that had no right existing in this mortal plain of existence.
Soon the tip of one of those fingers was against Catherine’s lips. She couldn’t tell what was warmer, Lily’s touch or her own complexion.
“You’re adorable,” Lily teased. “Did you know that?”
“I’ve been called lots of things,” Catherine whispered.
“Do you know why I continue to visit you, Sister?” Lily asked.
Catherine shook her head and was about to speak.
Though Lily took this chance to push her finger into Catherine’s mouth and the Sister did not decline, willingly taking the digit between her lips. She suckled upon it without even really thinking, revelling in the taste of this depravity. Like everything else about the succubus, her taste was equally enthralling.
“I enjoy your company,” Lily said.
With her other hand she reached up and started gently petting Catherine’s hair. Again, and again, she ran her fingers through her soft red locks.
Lily snorted. “Most of the other nuns I harass merely throw holy water at me. You, on the other hand, actually give me someone to talk to.”
Catherine tried to respond but the digit in her mouth made that rather difficult. Her mind was elsewhere, regardless. Her thoughts were fuzzy and corrupted, difficult to string together. Instinctively she started to roll her tongue around the demon’s finger.
It was humiliating, degrading, but in only the best way imaginable. Catherine was not ignorant of the heat that was smoldering between her legs, nor the wetness that came along with it. She rubbed her thighs together and made a distressed little noise.
Lily withdrew her finger, chuckling. “You’re positively repressed, sister.”
“Shut up,” Catherine whispered.
She turned to look at Lily, her eyes widening at what she saw.
The demon had shed her attire, the black robe pooled upon the floor.
Lily had the figure of Cleopatra, the beauty of Helen, the divinity of Aphrodite. Her form was sculpted with the explicit goal of being enticing. It was eerily human, with the only sinful features being the hellish tint of her flesh and the cloven hooves that clopped upon the ground.
Oh, and the impressive dick that she bore. That was a little out of the norm.
Catherine was not ignorant of what a penis looked like. She had taken biology and health class in school but she had a feeling that few of the schoolboys could ever hope to compare to the impressive beast that hung between Lily’s legs.
“Yes, yes, I know that I’m beautiful,” Lily teased. “There’s no need to gawk.”
Without Lily’s touch, Catherine’s mind started to clear. And with it came a sensation of shame at the act she had just committed. It may have only been a finger but she had allowed the demon to enter her.
And not only that but she seemed to enjoy it.
“Go away,” Catherine whispered.
Lily frowned. “Is that what you really want, Cat?” She smirked. “Can I call you, Cat?”
“I…” Catherine steeled her jaw. “It’s what God would want.”
“I didn’t ask what they wanted, I asked what you wanted,” Lily said.
She reached down and delicately grasped her cock, gently stroking it.
Catherine sighed. “I want what he wants.”
“You know how troubling that sounds?” Lily asked. “Wanting to impress some nebulous figure who is probably too busy with something else to even care about what you’re up to.”
“He’s omnipresent,” Catherine growled.
Lily smirked. “I’m a demon and this is the House of God. I’ve literally committed home invasion and he hasn’t responded yet.”
“He works in mysterious ways,” Catherine whispered.
“He works in mysterious ways,” Lily mimicked, snickering to herself. “You know how insane that sounds, right?”
Catherine snorted, allowing herself a small smile. “I mean I’m literally seeing demons right now. I think a lot of trained professionals would question my sanity.”
Lily smirked and approached once again. She drew up beside Catherine and placed a hand upon her head, gently stroking her hair. Her heavy cock just hung there, so tantalizing close. A bead of purple formed at the tip of it before draining slowly along her shaft.
“I suppose you’d like me to pleasure you,” Catherine whispered.
Lily chuckled. “Only if you feel so obliged.”
“You’re relentless,” Catherine growled.
The demon’s hand went away from her hair and instead to her cheek. She used a single talon to carefully stroke her complexion.
“And you’re growing weak, Sister,” Lily teased.
Catherine flushed, realizing how true that was. When this had first begun, there was no chance she would even allow the demon to touch her. Now she didn’t even flinch as this wretched daughter of hell caressed her.
In fact, it made her wet and filled her mind with sinful thoughts.
“Come on, why don’t you allow yourself a little fun?” Lily teased. “It could be our little secret. No one else has to know.”
Catherine gritted her teeth but felt no fury bubble up to support the expression. Instead, she let out an exhausted sigh and nodded.
“Maybe it could be,” she admitted.
Lily squealed and clapped her hands together. “This is going to be so much fun. I promise.”
She drew away from Catherine, giving her a chance to turn around, still upon her knees.
The demon stood before her. Her cock was now proudly erect, standing at attention, high in the air.
Catherine swallowed a nervous lump in her throat. “So, what am I supposed to do?”
“Whatever comes natural to you,” Lily replied.
Catherine nodded slowly and opened her mouth, leaning forwards. At the same time, she carefully cupped Lily’s cock with her hand, angling it so she could take the tip between her lips.
Much like her scent, her taste was spicy and warm, though bore undertones that were enticing but extremely foreign. She could not place the taste of but it tickled a part of her psyche that knew that something was extremely amiss.
She bobbed forwards slowly, carefully rolling her tongue around Lily’s flesh.
A faint moan came forth from the demon and she quivered softly. Her heavy breasts quaked ever so slightly as a shiver coursed through her figure.
Catherine continued to glide along, going a couple inches deeper with every cycle of her head. Her tongue proved to be a dutiful companion, not slowing in the slightest.
Lily’s moans were an enticing melody and soon Catherine found herself caught, willing to do anything if it meant that this song would continue.
She moved a bit swifter and discovered the limits of her mouth, as she felt the tip of Lily’s pride tickle the back of her throat. A series of pitiful gags soon sputtered forth and she jerked back sharply, blushing as she did so.
A web of depraved fluids now connected her and Lily together. There were strands of saliva, mixed with the lavender pre that coated Lily’s shaft.
“Sorry,” Catherine murmured.
Lily smirked. “Don’t be. This is your first time and I’ll admit that I’ve built myself up to be a rather ambitious obstacle.”
She waved her hand and before Catherine’s eyes the cock started to shrink, fading to a far more reasonable size of around six inches.
“Try again,” Lily said.
Catherine nodded and dipped back forwards.
This proved to be a far more reasonable goal as she glided along it smoothly. After a couple bobs, her rhythm resumed and so did her prior depth. She was even surprised as she felt her nose collide with the warm flesh of the demon’s pelvis and she didn’t gag upon the organ tickling at her airway.
Lily rested a hand on the back of Catherine’s head, using it to guide her along. There was no real force behind it, just a slight bit of pressure whenever she wanted her to dip lower.
At least, there was no force yet.
“That’s a good girl,” Lily moaned.
Catherine flushed at the title.
Good girl?
She didn’t feel particularly good right now. In fact, she felt very much the opposite. But hearing Lily call her one was like an injection of raw endorphins right into her veins.
It emboldened her, getting her to really press deeper and deeper, going faster and faster. Soon, her world was a blur as she bobbed along at quite the tempo. She could hear the depravity of it and while it normally would’ve ashamed her, at this moment she could only revel in it.
There was something in her core, something hot and pleasurable. It beat like a second heart, filling her with a warmth that felt unnatural, sinful.
Soon Lily was pressing a bit more forcefully against the back of her head, taking control of the situation. Catherine simply went limp, allowing herself to be treated as a glorified fleshlight. The demon even started to thrust, pounding between her plush lips.
Spittle and pre drained forth, fouling her holy garb, dripping upon her rosary. God would surely punish her for this but there was little she could do to control herself. There was no fighting back against the temptation of sin when it controlled her so utterly.
Finally, Lily hilted between her lips, letting out a furious puff from her nose.
Catherine sputtered softly and soon something warm coated the back of her throat. After the first strand, the demon drew back, plastering her mouth with this substance. She assumed it would’ve tasted foul. Instead, it tasted like the blood of the lord; a nice port or pinot noir.
Lily drew back from between her lips, popping out with a wet slurp of fluids.
Some of the foulness drained from her lips and rolled down her chin. Catherine immediately wiped it up with the sleeve of her holy garb.
Lily smiled down at her, looking oh so proud of herself. “Where did a nun learn to suck dick like that.”
“I don’t know,” Catherine whispered. “I… I’ve never done something like this before.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Lily said. She snapped her fingers. “Now how about you let me return the favour?”
Catherine looked down, watching as an ethereal presence coated her attire. Piece by piece, her clothing floated away, pooling upon the floor. It wasn’t long before she was naked before the demon, as bare as the day she was born.
There was no shame, however, no attempt to retain her modesty. Instead, she allowed the demon to eye her up, like a butcher with a piece of meat.
Lily approached and placed a gentle hand upon Catherine’s belly. She carefully circled her digits across it, caressing it gently. Though this was only a temporary gesture. Soon, that hand dipped a bit lower, brushing past the wild tuft of red fuzz and touching her most sacred spot.
There was already moisture clinging to her folds and she flushed as she heard the satisfied little note from Lily.
“Tsk, tsk,” Lily teased. “Did someone get excited?”
“Don’t gloat,” Catherine whispered, offering a shaky smile. “I still have holy water.”
“Adorable that you think that would work upon me,” Lily jabbed.
She pushed two fingers into Catherine and they parted her folds without resistance, plunging deep into her.
Catherine gasped loudly, quivering at the sensation. She’d played with herself before, often with images like this, but there was something about the demon’s touch that was so much more tantalizing. She could feel that second heart within her breast and it fluttered, sending waves of warmth throughout her.
Lily leered at her and used her other hand to cup the back of her head. She then leaned in and pressed her lips against Lily’s own, sharing in a kiss. It started playful but soon the demon’s lips parted and she pressed her tongue deep into the nun’s mouth.
And her tongue was unlike any mortal’s. It was far longer, pressing beyond Catherine’s palate and slipping down her throat.
Catherine tensed and placed her hands against Lily’s chest. She thought about pushing back but it would seem that thoughts of resistance were so hard to muster with a tongue literally in her throat and two fingers deep into her sex.
They held this unholy union for a few moments before Lily reluctantly drifted away.
She smirked and made a show of exposing the full length of her serpentine tongue. She then slowly drew it back into her mouth.
“The joys of being a demon,” she teased.
Catherine could only offer a faint moan as a response.
“You are absolutely adorable,” Lily said.
She drew her fingers out of Catherine and her ward made a desperate little noise. Though she was not left unattended for long.
Lily planted a kiss upon her neck. It was wet and sloppy, coming with an added suckle that would surely leave some marks behind. Then she dipped lower still, moving across Catherine’s collarbone and along her breasts.
She paused for a moment and took one of Catherine’s nipples between her lips, suckling firmly upon it.
Catherine gasped though the sharpness of her voice soon softened to a delicate moan as Lily continued to rove, lower and lower. Soon her hot lips were upon Catherine’s stomach and glided beyond her tuft of pubic fuzz.
Lily showed no real reluctance as she dipped forwards and pressed her lips forcefully against Catherine’s pussy. She pushed her tongue between her folds, parting them and plunging into her hole. She didn’t push too far, giving Catherine a chance to get used to this strange sensation.
Soon Catharine’s moans returned and she let out a contented noise as Lily swirled her appendage around inside of her.
“Fuck,” Catherine whispered. She then flushed and looked up at the statue of Jesus. “Please forgive me.”
She now noticed that Lily had allowed her to retain her rosary. It felt wrong to have this on during such a sinful act. So, she reached for it.
Though Lily seemed to sense this as she drew away. Her gaze narrowed, growing quite dark.
“Leave it on,” she ordered. Though the darkness was soon replaced with a perverse smile. “It’s hotter this way.”
Catherine was about to retort with something heated but couldn’t find it in her to do so.
Instead, she nodded and her hand fell away. “Alright.”
Lily’s reward was immediate and intense. She pressed back into Catherine, though this time allowed even more of her tongue to push inside. She snaked the appendage deep into her, pressing further and further and filling her with this impossible organ.
She felt full and soon sung her praise as Lily started to move it around. There was something about the shape, it was like it had been ideally molded for her pleasure.
Once more, that nucleus, that second heart within her chest hammered away. Soon the heat exploded outwards and coursed throughout her body. It was like a draught of liquor, washing away anxiety and inhibition. It whispered to her in voices that were not really there, telling her to enjoy this.
She succumbed to their commands, practically melting against Lily’s advances. Soon a pressure nestled within her loins, one which threatened to spill over and consume her world in a maelstrom of lust and sinful ambitions.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered.
There was no shame in cussing like a sailor, no guilt.
For a moment, it was like Catherine and Lily were linked, combined into a single entity. Catherine could feel Lily at some deep level as if their minds were linked. It was chaos and the overstimulation of it forced her to flinch away.
Though this offered little clarity as the tongue was still there, driving her onwards. It roved and moved around with such vigour, seeking out only the most sensitive parts of Catherine’s inexperienced anatomy.
Catherine reached down and grabbed Lily’s horns. There were really no better handlebars that could possibly exist. She huffed through clenched teeth, using her leverage to hold Lily firmly against her sex, with no room for retreat.
Not that Lily seemed to mind. In fact, she positively revelled at the attention, swirling around with more vigour and potency.
Catherine’s chest fluttered and now both of those hearts within her breast were thundering. She panted for breath, feeling the fatigue, wear, and tear of this encounter start to bear down upon her.
Soon she gasped, crying out a string of rather crude phrases. They came forth with such vigour, feeding into the penance that was surely mounting against her. Though at this rate, was there anything she could possibly do to return to god’s good graces?
Her core was quivering and she couldn’t honestly hold out much longer. The tongue drove her onwards, leading her towards the edge of bliss.
She had climaxed before, once or twice during her weaker moments. But even now she knew that this was going to be something far more intense. It came on without warning as she felt herself spill over the edge, plunging into the depths of pleasured bliss.
Her juices gushed forth with such vigour, spilling against the demon’s maw. Lily drank from them without reluctance, draining them as if they were ambrosia. Though sadly, such divinity had to be cut short.
Lily drew back, grinning from ear to ear as she slowly pulled out her impressive tongue. It had changed shape and texture since their encounter began. It now resembled an octopus’ tentacle, covered in all sorts of strange suction cups. Each of them felt great as they drew out of her overstimulated pussy, ushering forth a hushed moan with every inch
Finally, the last of them departed with a nice slurp of fluids.
“So?” Lily asked.
Catherine shuddered. “I’m going to hell.”
“Oh, it’s not all that bad, dear,” Lily said. She stood up, still towering over Catherine. “Three square meals a day, union benefits, and honestly the workplace culture down there is miles ahead of anything up here.” She smirked. “Would you believe me if I told you that the HR departments actually do shit in hell?”
“I would not,” Catherine grumbled.
“And look at you, already starting to blossom!” Lily beamed.
Catherine cocked her head to the side. “Pardon?”
Lily smirked and snapped her fingers.
A cloud of smoke appeared and from it came a mirror. The design on it was very Victorian, though it was made from an unnatural fusion of metals that were red and black. Many tortured designs were etched into the frame and handle.
She held it up, allowing Catherine to see her reflection.
Catherine gasped and recoiled away from it. She touched a hand to her face. It was her but very different.
Her hair had faded from red to a darker shade of pink. Her skin was tinged with a slight redness. Her front teeth were more like fangs. And on her head were two lumps that looked like that could’ve been the start of horns.
“What the fuck,” Catherine whispered.
Her heart skipped a beat. Or one of them did. The unnatural heart, the one that she hadn’t really been aware of until this evening. Her eyes widened as she clutched at her chest, feeling the twin rhythms pumping away.
Thump, Thump… Thump, Thump… Thump, Thump.
“I could discuss the arcane science behind it,” Lily said, turning the mirror towards herself as she fluffed her hair. “But I’ll be honest, I’m more of the field girl and not the brains of the operation. Something something… rebirth… something something uh…” She waved her hand. “Just know that you’ve been hand picked by the big guy himself to help us out.”
“By big guy, do you mean God?” Catherine asked, hoping beyond hope that…
Lily snorted.
“I thought so.” Catherine sighed and looked to the ground. “So, I’m stuck like this?”
Lily shrugged. “Well not really, you can always continue with your transformation.” She smirked and lightly grasped her cock, giving it a stroke. “You got to admit that it’s felt pretty good so far, right?”
Catherine shook her head. “I… I…”
One of her hearts stiffened at the thought of continuing forwards. The other stiffened at the idea of not doing so. And in all honesty, she had no idea which one she should really be listening to at this moment.
One begged from within her mind; her conscience, asking her to remember God. The other begged from between her legs, ushering her to continue with this depravity.
In the end, passion was a far stronger emotion.
“Let’s do it,” Catherine whispered.
Lily smirked. “I knew you would come around.” She placed a hand upon her shoulder. “I had a good feeling about you. Thanks for proving me right.”
“Are we really going to do it in here?” Catherine asked, biting her lip.
Lily smirked. “I mean if I’m stealing one of God’s servants, I might as well do it in their house. Though I think we need a bit of a change in atmosphere.” She wrinkled her nose. “It’s pretty stuffy in here.”
She snapped her fingers and the environment began to change. The lighting intensified though it took on a more romantic quality. The smell of dust and age were replaced by spices and flowers as vases emerged from the ground. Each was filled with blooms of blue, red, and purple. None of which seemed natural to Catherine.
The most important change though was that a pentagram formed upon the floor.
Catherine drew in a breath. “What are you…”
Lily waved her off. “Relax, the big stuff just needs a little extra magical muscle.”
It took a moment but soon the pentagram was replaced with a bed that hung low to the floor. It was larger than any Catherine had ever seen and was heart shaped. The sheets looked silky and luxurious, the pillows soft, and flowers littered every surface.
“So which position should we do it in?” Lily asked. “My instincts tell me missionary but I think that might be a little on the nose.”
“You’re the expert,” Catherine mumbled.
She reached up and brushed a finger over one of those little nubs that promised to be a horn. It felt hard, as if something was just begging to break through the flesh. Though oddly, there was no pain to its presence.
“I have an idea,” Lily said, motioning towards the bed. “Lay down on your back.”
The time for retorting was long gone. So, Catherine obeyed. She sat down upon the edge of the bed and laid back as the demon instructed.
“Arms above your head,” Lily said.
Catherine nodded and did so, realizing that it left her entire body on display. Normally this would’ve made her feel shame, instead, she winked at the demon and gave her body a little wiggle.
Lily smiled at this and snapped her fingers once more. Out of the hellish aether came a series of chains attached to shackles. Two of them went for Catherine’s hands, binding her wrists and holding her in place. Another two went for her legs before going taut and pulling them apart.
Catherine gasped, her eyes widening slightly.
Lily bit her lip. “Too much?”
Catherine shook her head quickly. “No, no, this is fantastic.” She gave the metal a little tug, ensuring she really couldn’t budge. “I feel like a character right out of a harlequin.”
“You read harlequins?” Lily teased, snickering to herself. “I didn’t peg you as the type.”
“When you’re a nun there are few ways to uh… take care of your needs,” Catherine said, looking off to the side, lest she see Lily’s amusement.
Lily nodded. “Then I’ll have to take care of them for you.”
She clambered upon the bed herself, hovering over top of Catherine. She leered down at her and made a show of licking her lips, like a predator who was about to enjoy their prey.
With great care, Lily placed her hands upon Catherine’s hips and then leaned forward to press her lips against her own. Like before the kiss was heated, growing quite lustful and passionate. Though by now, Catherine’s inhibitions were gone. She revelled in the depravity, enjoyed the surreal quality and the unnatural length of her lover’s tongue.
She also found that there was no discomfort as Lily shoved it down her throat. Where was that rebellious little gag reflex that had taunted her earlier?
Though that thought was soon removed from her mind as a more pressing concern took centre stage. Lily was grinding her cock against Catherine’s soaking wet lower lips. Back and forth, back and forth she idly rocked against her.
Catherine moaned right into Lily’s mouth. Her eyes fluttered and twin hearts skipped a beat.
Finally, Lily brushed the tip of her erection between Catherine’s folds. There was a twinkle in her eye as she looked down at Catherine.
Soon she pushed inside and bucked her hips forwards, pressing deep into her plaything.
Catherine’s voice intensified though it was largely lost to the strange appendage crammed down her throat.
The thrusting also fed into that second heart, now the one at the forefront of Catherine’s mind. It was a much better organ, feeding her with the confidence to finally ignore her conscience and forsake her accursed vows.
Lily finally drew away from the kiss and used one of her hands to cup Catherine’s cheek. “You look so beautiful right now.”
Catherine tried to respond though the only sound that came forth was that of hurried breathing intermingled with a series of increasingly frantic moans.
A moment passed and Lily braced her hands against the mattress. She steeled herself and began to really feed into her tempo. Her pace became regular and her hips pumped away at quite the raucous din. She pounded into Catherine faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
Catherine had never been penetrated by anything but a couple of fingers before but she couldn’t deny that Lily’s cock felt like the very definition of divinity.
Lily reached forwards and cupped the cross at the bottom of Catherine’s rosary, grasping it as she maintained her pace.
“You really are a fallen angel,” she teased.
Catherine panted, only managing a few unrelated curse words as her side of the conversation.
Not that Lily minded. She actually smirked at this.
“You’re going to make me a very happy succubus when you come to hell with me,” she said.
She then dipped forwards and planted a surprisingly tender kiss upon Catherine’s forehead.
The pace had ignited quite the bout of kindling within Catherine’s core. She could feel that familiar heat creeping into her loins and threatening to consume her. It was pleasurable and hot, begging for another release, another bout of intensive pleasure.
And considering the franticness that Lily continued to ravish her with, it seemed like they were heading on a crash course for this unholy objective.
Again, and again, Lily hammered into her. Along with the moans grew another noise, one of flesh against flesh, the wet clapping of Lily and Catherine’s hips together.
Lily grunted and closed her eyes. “I’m getting close!”
Catherine nodded. “Me too.”
Lily’s pace grew sloppy, the strength fading from her as she allowed herself a few fleeting thrusts into Catherine’s well used hole. Finally, she clapped their hips together one final time, unifying them together.
Catherine climaxed first, feeling herself plunge into a pleasured abyss that she had no hope of returning from. Though in her mind she cared little for this as her lust and pleasure spilled forth, her walls cradling Lily’s erection tightly.
She felt Lily’s cock quiver and soon a fresh heat smoldered within her loins as Lily plastered her insides with rope after rope of orgasmic bliss. It was intense and hot as they rode out their orgasms together, unified by a sinful pleasure.
“Not bad,” Lily whispered, her eyes still closed and chest rising and falling swiftly. “You did good.”
“You did most of the work,” Catherine teased.
Lily nodded and carefully patted one of Catherine’s thighs. “You did plenty, hot stuff.”
She drew back and pulled out with a wet belch of fluids.
Catherine quivered, feeling the warmth drain out of her sex. It coated her inner thighs in a sheen of depravity.
Lily smirked and drew away, getting back to her hooves. As she stood, she snapped her fingers, removing the shackles from each of Catherine’s appendages.
Catherine drew her arms down and started to massage her wrists. Though as she looked at them, she noticed that there had been more alterations to her appearance. Her flesh was now a vibrant red and her fingers ended in proper talons.
Her eyes widened and she glanced at Lily. “Did I…”
Lily nodded and once more pulled a mirror out of the aether, turning it towards her.
Catherine looked like a proper little succubus with a pair of ivory horns now sprouting from her forehead.
“Wow,” she whispered. As she smiled, she saw that she now had rows of razor-sharp fangs. “I’m really fucking hot.”
“Yeah, you are,” Lily teased.
She reached down and offered a hand which Catherine took, getting to her feet. Though feet did not touch the floor as she heard a pair of hooves clopping below her. She glanced down, confirming that these had also changed.
“You’ll love these bodies,” Lily explained. “Everything about them is very customizable.”
To prove this, she snapped her fingers and her cock sunk into her body, replaced by a pair of swollen lips.
“I don’t believe this,” Catherine whispered.
Lily snorted. “You got this far and still don’t believe it?”
She leaned forwards and brushed her hand against Catherine’s own.
Catherine’s heart skipped a beat.
Though this made her pause.
There was only one heart beating within her.
And it did not come from within her breast but somewhere else in her body. Had the other one… faded… died?
She shook her head and ignored such things, instead cupping Lily’s hand within her own.
“So…” Catherine began.
Lily smirked. “Would you like to come and visit my place?”
Catherine thought about it for a moment and glanced back towards the church, seeing the bed still there.
“Should we…” she began
“Nah, leave it,” Lily teased, snickering to herself. “It’ll confuse the fuck out of the nuns when they show up in the morning.”
“Alright,” Catherine said. She smiled softly and squeezed Lily’s hand. “Let’s go.”
Lily nodded and motioned with her hand, materializing a portal in front of them.
“God, you’re going to love it down here,” she said. “And wait until you meet my roommate. She’s the best.”
Catherine nodded and followed Lily’s lead. “I can’t wait.”
They stepped through the portal and into Catherine’s new life.
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