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The town of Bragg was a small place, not worthy of mention alongside the great cities with their stone walls and the knights patrolling them. It was in a good spot on the road, received regular shipments of food from the kingdom, and had little in the way of trouble. There was a bakery, a small farm, a tavern, and a church on the outskirts away from the town center. Aside from the small array of houses in the northeast corner of the town, however, there was not much else to see in the place. The people there were taken care of by the kingdom, and it was hard to imagine any one of them starving or being attacked by monsters that the knights had somehow failed to exterminate.
In this town's church lived two nuns and a preist. A small organization, to be sure, but a very dedicated one. There were many gods in this land, but the one this particular sect worshiped went by the name of Estelle, goddess of the harvest. It was in this small hamlet that the two nuns, Fayra and Henra, went about their daily duties.
The main hall of the church was quiet that day, with not a soul in sight but a singular nun sitting on the left side front bench in quiet prayer. The hall was nowhere near the grand size of the cathedrals in the large cities, but it held its own charm with its polished wooden floors and benches, and large decorative glass windows emblazoned with pictures of a beautiful blonde goddess in a white robe. At the head of the church was an alter of many candles, and a currently empty speaking podium. The nun's mouth moved but no words with sound left them. Under her breath her prayer would stay. After a few minutes of doing this, she stood and smiled at the podium. The priest would be giving his sermon in a few days, and she was much looking forward to it.
"There you are Fayra." A voice caught her attention, and she turned to face it. It was the priest. He was an old man getting on in years, but he always gave her such a gentle smile, and she didn't think she ever saw him out of his robes. "I appreciate the effort, but there are other things a beautiful girl can be doing on a day like today... instead of sitting in prayer with no one around to share your faith."
Fayra's gentle smile never left her face. The townspeople had always said she was beautiful, and she would often receive unwanted gazes from the men, even after they married. Her face was even and soft, and her eyes a deep blue. Her hair was long and blonde, and people often compared her to the very goddess she worshiped. She liked her hair, and she even had a habit of not wearing her veil on occasion, though today was not one of those days. One time a burly man in the tavern even complimented her body, calling her breasts large and voluptuous. It was these attentions that caused her to seek the church. She often felt that the world would be a better place if people were more in control of themselves, and the constant gazes and compliments she received made her feel as though her body itself were a sin. When she found the church of Estelle it improved her life immensely, guiding her away from the people who would mistreat her, and teaching her how to lend people a helping hand in times of need.
She found it strange that the priest himself was mentioning her looks, but such thoughts were pushed aside when she remembered what day it was. "The flower festival," she said with a laugh, "By Estelle I completely forgot."
The priest chuckled, "I take it you don't have a date, then."
"Oh heavens no I've been much too busy, and many of the men in town are already married. In fact I think almost all of them are. Besides, Estelle forbids such shallow relationships."
"That she does. I would hope that if you did have a date he would be a worthy husband as well."
Her face heated up at the very thought. She was inexperienced with romance, and had no interest in the lewd gazes that led her to seek solace in the church. A romantic relationship would be difficult for her.
She decided to change the subject. "How are Henra's teachings coming along?"
The priest nodded. "She's definitely a handful, but she's growing up well. I was afraid losing her parents to demons would break her, but she's strong. Haha, she may be small but she definitely packs a punch."
Fayra frowned. "Did she hit you again?"
He smiled gently. "I had it coming. Anyways, its getting late and the flower festival starts tomorrow. We'll have a lot to do. Why don't you retire to your chambers early and get some rest?"
Fayra nodded and let out a soft laugh, "I suppose I should. It will be a busy day."
After saying a farewell the priest left through the large wooden double doors that served as the entrance, and Fayra headed in the opposite direction, to a small hallway to the right of the podium. There was only two rooms suited for living in the church, with a small common area that also served as a hearth and a kitchen, all at the end of this small hallway.
It wasn't much, but it was Fayra and Henra's home, and Fayra wouldn't trade it for the world. On the left side of the common area was Fayra's room, and on the right Henra's. Henra wasn't back yet, so she debated staying up a little longer to greet her, but ultimately decided against it. Upon entering her room Fayra took a moment to frown at the mess she had left in her wake. One of her uniforms was draped over the end of her bed, and her closet was wide open. She had been in a hurry that morning, as she had woken up late and didn't make it to services on time. Taking a moment to close the closet and set the dirty uniform in the small weave laundry basket, she made her way to the washroom in the back corner. Pulling her veil off and disrobing, she hung the clothes on a small rack.
Their bathrooms were also small, but contained a bath and a toilet, as well as a sink. Such amenities were not available to everyone, so she was always grateful for having them.
As she undressed she gazed at herself in the mirror above the sink. She never dressed to impress. Instead of a bra she bound her breasts, and instead of lacy panties she wore simple white ones. It was not her job to look nice, even though she did so naturally.
She unwrapped her large breasts and they spilled out, finally free, and she slowly stepped out of her underwear and began to fill the bath, trying not to give her own body too much attention.
It would bring back memories of the men who ogled her.
After the bath Fayra put her now dirty uniform in the same basket her other one was, and searched her closet for her white pajamas. After getting changed she all but jumped onto her bed with a beaming smile. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was soft, and it was nice to unwind after a long day.
Finally, she closed her eyes and let peaceful sleep take her.
–
The rattling of chains. The screaming and the moaning. The growling and the roaring. A dream, surely, but when Fayra opened her eyes she found herself in a very dark place. Gone was her comfortable bed. She lay upon what felt like a stone slab. Not only this, but her pajamas had vanished as well. From the cool touch of the air around her she could tell she was completely in the nude. She sat up quickly, ignoring the hard surface beneath her and trying to focus her eyes to see in the dark. As suddenly as they had woken her, all the noises stopped.
"Finally awake, I see," a deep growling voice captured her attention. "I see he was not exaggerating your beauty. You will make a fine queen."
"Who's there?!" She shouted, bringing a hand up to cover her ample chest. "Where am I?!"
The deep and booming voice simply responded with a laugh. "You have no idea what's going on, do you? So naive. Well, it isn't my job to fill you in. It's only my job to break you."
The sound of flame, and suddenly the area she was in was alight. A small stone room with no entrances or exits, and at each corner a pillar with a blue flame atop it, washing the area in a deep light. The stone slab she was on looked more fit for a sacrifice than anything else, and for the first time in Fayra's life she felt true, real fear.
Above her stood a towering monster. No, not a monster. A demon. It stood at least eight feet tall, with dark red skin and large ram horns protruding from its head. Its eyes were a deep black, and its wide mouth was full of large and sharp fangs. Its large hands ended in sharp claws the same color of its skin. The most horrifying sight awaited her when she looked down, however. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of its member. It was a deep black in color, and was almost as wide and long as her entire forearm. Pulsing with large veins. The shape reminded her of a horse's.
"Welcome," he sneered. It was the same booming voice that greeted her when she woke up. "I am Azoth. Its so nice to finally meet you Fayra." His words were polite, but the tone held a deep hunger. He was a monster stalking his prey. He took a step closer to the slab she lay upon. "I will not tell you to not be afraid, for it is only natural that this form strikes fear into you."
This creature was going to rape her. Every instinct inside of her screamed that. He trailed his eyes over her naked body, drinking in her form. Her beautiful pale skin, the breasts that the men would stare at even in congregation, and between her legs, the untouched pussy, and her shaved and clean privates.
Then, his eyes met hers, and she found herself unable to look away. They were as deep as an abyss. No pupils, no iris, just complete darkness. "I'm going to enjoy making you my slave."
She screamed, finally feeling her fight or flight instincts kick in, and made to jump from the slab and try to find a way out.
But it was already too late.
She felt one of his large hands wrap around her leg and pull her backwards. She screamed and screamed, unable to cope with what was happening to her. "You will come to love this, slut. You will be my willing fuckpuppet, and you will spread my corruption to that quaint little town you call home."
He grabbed her other leg with his free hand, forcing her to turn back around and face him. With a grin he pushed his monster cock against her pussy, and her eyes went even wider upon the realization that there was no escape.
He pushed his hips into her, sliding himself across her pussy and pushing into her slit with his tip. "No human can resist me," he growled, reaching up with his clawed right hand and grasping her hair.
He climbed atop the slab and slid his cock in between her tits, pushing it towards her mouth. She pursed her lips, trying to ignore the musky scent of man and fire.
The demon simply grinned and locked eyes with her once more. "You will obey me fuckpuppet. Open your mouth."
She refused, and yet did it anyway. The demon had compelled her somehow. His giant cock slid into her open yet unwilling mouth, pushing onto her warm and wet tongue. The demon groaned and grasped her hair tightly, pulling her deeper onto him. Her jaw nearly unhinged, but didn't. She was able to wrap her mouth around this beast. Demon magic influencing her body, perhaps.
If that was the case, then it was already too late for her.
A feeling of hopelessness filled her as the dick pushed into her throat, causing her to gag. There really was no escape, it seemed. The musty smell and the surreal situation did not help her grasp her surroundings any better.
Was this perhaps a dream?
It was the only explanation.
But it felt so real.
Her soft, wet lips puckered around the demon's cock, and she inhaled deep through her nose, trying to catch her breath.
Was this what all those men wanted to do to her? She joined the church specifically to avoid this very situation, and now here she was getting facefucked by a demon.
Something that tasted salty, but sweet, touched her tongue. She reflexively swallowed, constricting her tight throat around the shaft. Then, she began to feel warm.
The demon let out a low chuckle. "You see now? Humans cannot resist the demonic. You are weak, and you women are especially built for corruption. Taste me, and give in."
Her face flushed, and the breaths through her nose quickened. A strange feeling began to rise in the pit of her stomach.
It felt... pleasurable.
The demon's grip on her hair tightened, and he slowly pulled her head upwards, to the tip of his cock, and then shoved it back down.
For some reason Fayra did not gag this time.
In fact, she found herself licking the sides of the cock, drool spilling out of her mouth.
The demon reached forward with his other hand and grabbed the remainder of her hair. With no warning, he began thrusting his hips. In and out. The cock slid down her throat and was pulled back again. His pace was quick. If the magic hadn't been affecting her she was sure she would not be able to take this facefuck so easily.
'If this is a dream,' she thought, 'then what harm will it do?'
Thoughts she would never consider having before began to enter her mind.
Hadn't she joined the church specifically to get away from men leering at her? Yet now here she was slobbering over a demon like a dirty slut as it pounded her throat.
Maybe that was why, though.
Maybe she knew she needed to get away from those men, because part of her knew she would be like this. A meat hole made to be raped, and made to enjoy it.
The warmth in her belly spread.
Finally, the demon gave her one last great push down onto his dick. She allowed it to slide into her throat, and even then she wasn't able to make it down to the base.
The demon let out a groan, and she felt a warm and thick liquid spill from the cock directly down her esophagus. There was so much of it that it burst from her lips and began to cascade down her chin and onto her breasts. She coughed, but swallowed as much as she could.
If her body was getting hot before, it was on fire now. She could feel how wet her pussy was. Dripping liquid onto the stone slab below her.
The cum continued to spill forth, and she found herself gleefully taking it. Her entire torso was now covered in the white liquid, and it kept going.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the demon yanked her off of his cock. The remaining shots cascaded across her face, absolutely draping her entire body in cum. She inhaled deeply, and the heat inside her only grew.
The demon let out another low laugh. "It is done. You are mine forever, nun." He placed a finger on her stomach, above her pussy. "Look here."
Fayra looked down, and was shocked to find a symbol where he was pointing. It was in the shape of an intricately designed heart, with cascades of lines decorating it. A symbol of her submission. She felt a shudder of pleasure and fear roll down her spine. "Wh... what is that?" she managed to ask, through her daze of cum soaked afterglow.
"That is the symbol of the succubus. You will become a demon, fuckpuppet, and you will do it gladly."
She prayed to Estelle that this indeed was a dream, but her prayers would go unanswered.
–
The first thing she felt upon waking was a deep arousal. She jolted up in her bed and realized it was absolutely soaked and stunk of sex. Her pussy was extremely wet, and she could still smell the demon's cum soaking through her pajamas.
It didn't make any sense. That had been a dream, hadn't it? Yet here she was, feeling her pajamas matted to her skin, and smelling the soaked parts indeed revealed that it was the cum she had almost gladly bathed herself in. Just thinking back to it made her shiver. She couldn't tell whether it was delight or disgust that made her do so, and that terrified her.
No one could know about this. Demons encroaching on a church, even a small one, was a major incident. She would lose her position as a nun and no longer be able to help the needy. This demon would not seduce her. She would go into the city and buy a protection charm, but first she would carry out her morning duties.
She was assigned to the confessional today.
She bathed in an almost furious fashion, scrubbing her body until her skin turned red from the heat and the force she was applying. After drying off, she felt much better, and there was no remaining smell. She felt satisfied, almost proud of scrubbing herself clean, but then she saw herself in the mirror and felt her heartbeat quicken. There, on her belly just above her groin, was the symbol of the succubus, bright magenta and even glowing.
She placed her right hand over it gently. A warmth was emanating from it, but it did not feel gentle. It felt sexual. Down to her very core. It was the same feeling she felt when the demon Azoth had facefucked her. It felt... good. She wasn't sure how to describe such pleasure, as she was not used to it, but it was difficult to not welcome the feeling.
She shook her head and walked away from the mirror to dress in her nun attire. The less she thought about it the better. For now, she would focus on her duties, and she was glad to see that the mark was not shining through the black of her outfit.
She quickly put on her veil, tucking her hair back.
Once she felt she was ready she departed her room and was greeted by the sight of the girl she thought of as a little sister leaving her own room across the way. Henra was a pretty girl, younger than Fayra and a foot and a half shorter. Her red hair was done up in two twintails, which she always loved to show off. The girl never seemed to wear her own veil. Her hazel eyes complimented the smile she gave Fayra when she saw her. "Morning Fayra!" she greeted happily. Henra would be coming of marriage age soon, but she often worried that her flat chest would be unattractive to any potential suitors. As nuns of Estelle, they had less restrictions than other churches on intimate relationships, but there were still rules to be followed. Henra felt she wasn't worthy, but Fayra knew better. Girls like her attracted all sorts of perverts.
Fayra tilted her head at her own though process. She had never thought of Henra having an intimate relationship before today. Why were her thoughts headed in such a direction?
"Good morning Henra," she replied.
"Something wrong? You seem kind of out of it today."
Fayra smiled and shook her head. "Nothing. I just had a strange dream, you don't need to worry about me."
Henra grinned, "Sounds to me like you're tired."
"I don't need to take that attitude from someone as young as you," Fayra replied with her own grin. "I'm on confession duty today. I see you're in uniform, as well. What is the priest having you do?"
"Oh, uh... I don't know. He wanted me to meet him at the well for something, but wouldn't explain what. I think it's really important though, cuz he was really insistent about it."
Fayra pondered that for a moment. What was so important that the priest wanted Henra's help alone? Why not explain it to her?
Well, she was sure he had his reasons. It wouldn't do to question everything he did. He took such good care of them both, even an orphaned Henra was safe at the church under him. "Well," said Fayra, "I'm sure it's just something about the flower festival, you go do what you need to do."
The two of them said their goodbyes and parted. Henra exited the church from a small wooden door in the back of the common area, and Fayra made her way to the front. Like any church, there was a confessional booth to the side. This one was on the right side from the entrance. Such a small town saw rare confessions, but it was still her duty to attend the booth for the allotted time. If there were any followers who needed to talk, she needed to be there.
As soon as her duties were finished she would go buy protection for herself.
The flock was more important in her eyes.
The confessional allowed ample room for sitting. Inside on both sides was a small wooden chair, and in between the chairs was a wall. The top half of the wall was decorative, shaped like flowers, to allow the confessor and the priests and nuns to see each other. The bottom half was solid wood, and in the center of the wall was a small slot that one could fit thier arm through. This slot was used to hand out protective charms to those who asked before leaving the confessional. Fayra had not brought any today, but she doubted she would need them.
As for protection for herself, she would need something much more than a simple charm. She took her seat on the far side of the confessional and closed the small door behind her.
This was always the worst part, waiting in the quiet and dim atmosphere of the booth.
This time, however, she would not have to wait for long. She heard the church doors swing open and close. Heavy footsteps sounded towards the confessional, and when she heard the door open and saw someone sit down she let out her breath and smiled. "Greetings. Have you come to confess?" Her voice was gentle, soothing. Nothing compared to the guttural screams and choking on that demon's...
She shook her head to clear it of such thoughts.
"Yeah, I came to confess."
The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. "Estelle is forgiving, what is it you wish to say?" She continued regardless.
The man chuckled. "Well, there's this nun I met at the tavern. A cute little thing with huge tits. I wonder if Estelle would be forgiving if I said I wanted to rape her."
Fayra paused in shock. She wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. Then she was even more shocked when she looked closer at the man through the small gaps in the decorative wall and recognized him. It was the man who said she had a nice body at the tavern. He was built of pure muscle, and had a sullen face and deep voice.
She wasn't quite sure how to react to being put in this situation, so she did the only thing she could.
"I am afraid... that I'm going to have to ask you to leave sir."
"Damn, and here I am being led on like an old fool," he grumbled. "Should have known he was bullshitting me. Well how about this then?" The man stood, and she heard a buckle come undone. Then she heard cloth and the metal buckle hit the floor.
Before she could even think about what he could possibly be doing something appeared in the slot meant to give people charms. It was a dick, and a large one.
Fayra leaned back in her chair on reflex, and almost called out for help, but her eyes were locked on it, and she felt that same warmth she had when the demon had raped her throat. "That old man said you'd love this. Come on, was he lying?"
Old man?
She swallowed her own saliva. "I... I don't know who you're talking about."
The warmth was spreading.
She thought about the demon, and wondered what it would be like being taken like a fucktoy. She thought about the cock right in front of her, and rubbed her legs together. She felt the mark of the succubus grow hotter and hotter, and she felt how wet her panties were becoming.
It was maddening.
Who would rape a nun?
Only scum would.
And who would reach down and pull up the long skirt of her nun outfit, shoving her panties down as she turned to kneel on the wooden chair of the confessional and stick her ass out behind her? Who would line her pussy up with the cock and plunge it in, not even caring that her hymen was torn by a man who wanted to rape her, and whose name she didn't even know?
Only a slut would. Only a fuckpuppet.
She let out a low and sultry moan as the heat of his cock spread through her pussy. She could feel it pushing across every fold as it went as deep as it could, all the way down to the hilt.
This was what the demon was talking about. He wanted her to become this.
It felt so fucking good.
"Holy fuck, he wasn't lying," groaned the man.
Fayra didn't even care who he was talking about anymore. She only turned her head and smiled, licking her lips. "Rape me," she whispered.
He began to pound her.
The force of his thrusts were enough to shake the confessional itself. Fayra couldn't help but scream in ecstasy. Her hair shook loose and spilled forward out of her veil, and she met each of his thrusts with equal force.
She had never felt this way in her life.
Maybe if she had taken his proposition in the first place and let him fuck her this would have happened sooner.
Was this part of her waiting within her? Waiting to be awakened by outside stimuli?
She was a fool for avoiding this.
She enjoyed helping people, yes, but this cock felt so good. There wasn't even any pain like the other women told her there would be. All she felt was a jolt of pleasure every time the stranger's dick thrust into her at full force.
If sex with a human felt this good she wondered what sex with a demon would feel like. Her pussy tightened even more at the thought, her wetness splashing onto her beloved nun uniform and the wooden walls of the confession each time they pounded into each other.
She didn't even care if someone walked into the church and heard the sounds of her fucking. Maybe they would join in. She saw the way the married men of the town looked at her. Before it worried her, but now it lit a fire inside her. What if she fucked the whole town? What if the other women were just like her?
Breathing, moaning, thrusting.
On and on it went, a maddening ritual of lust.
The mark she bore was gaining power. She had given into temptation so easily.
As the man's cock pushed into her deepest parts and pulled out with such force, she had another, even more wicked thought. If all the women in the town were like her, that would include Henra, her ward. The girl she saw as a little sister.
She gritted her teeth and moaned again, gripping the back of the chair with her hands as tight as she could and throwing her head back.
Imagining her little sister being raped like this?
What had become of her?
Whatever it was, she loved it.
The fear she felt before the demon violated her became elation. She loved being treated like this.
Her veil askew, she leaned forward as their hips smacked together, each thrust bringing her closer and closer.
"Fuck..." groaned the man. "C... cumming!"
She went as fast and as hard as she could of her own volition, by her own power.
With one final hard thrust, she felt the warmth of his seed spill into her pussy.
She gripped the chair even harder, throwing her head back as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. "Cummmmiiiiiing!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her wetness spraying over the both of them.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, each wave punctuated by her pussy constricting around the dick, as if it was trying to suck out every last drop of cum that it could.
Finally, the last strand of cum burst inside of her, and the two of them separated, breathing roughly. Fayra was hit by a feeling of deep satisfaction that she had never felt before, and smiled as she panted, leaning forward into the chair and pushing her ass higher.
She heard the man chuckle and the door opened.
She could hear his footsteps as he left, and the main door to the church opening and closing once more.
After another moment of catching her breath she stood from the chair, feeling the thick cum drip from her pussy and onto her leg as she did so. She opened the door and stepped out of the confessional, leaving her panties behind as they fell from her leg and taking a deep breath of the fresh air mixed with the smell of sex.
There was no one else but her in the church.
Normally, this would leave her feeling contemplative, holy even. Now, however, the church seemed different to her somehow. It was as if she was seeing it for the first time once again. The warmth from her new mark felt so good. She felt that it was time to do something, but she wasn't quite sure what it was. She decided to follow her lust. It made her feel so good, after all.
"Azoth... are you here?"
Silence... at first.
Then, a deep rumbling. The space around her seemed to shift in an incomprehensible manner. She had only felt this feeling once before, when powerful healing magic had been used in front of her, and this was much stronger than that.
In front of her stood Azoth, towering over her as the candles in the church were snuffed out one by one. He grinned down at her. "Do you understand now, fuckpuppet?"
A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine.
"You are a succubus," he continued. "Humans can become demons, but they can never become heavenly beings. Why spend your life dolling out prayers when you can experience this?"He stepped forward, and he was tall enough that he could shove his cock in between her breasts and push its tip into her lips.
She couldn't help herself. She kissed the tip and began to lick it gently. She was still clothed, so she could not feel all of its warmth, but it was there.
Her pussy ached.
'I want this inside of me,' she thought.
"In time," he growled, "But first. I believe you have a festival to attend with your small friend Henra."
"How do you know..."
Instead of answering he grabbed her by the head with his right hand, and brought down his left, palming over the area where her new mark was. He muttered what sounded like an incantation under his breath.
Then, Fayra came so hard that her wetness sprayed onto the wooden church floor below her.
Her tongue fell out of her mouth, and her spray gave way to piss. A steady stream trickled down her leg, and she giggled, falling out of his hand and to her knees.
She felt a dark energy seeping out of the mark. Part of her still wanted to stop it, but it was so pleasant.
She had felt dark magic twice in her life. Once when she witnessed a murder, and twice as a demonstration at a school. Both times it felt foul and disgusting, and left her feeling bitter and resentful for weeks that such a thing could exist.
But now that she felt it within her?
It was so, so good.
All the repressed anger she felt at the unjust world? It gave way to an almost giddy delight.
All of the unknowns that she had felt towards the opposite sex? It gave way to a burning need.
As this dark magic spread through her body, she saw that it wasn't just a feeling. Once it reached her neck and her hands, she saw her skin itself turning a deep, dark black. The old her would have been afraid, but now she knew what would happen when it finished consuming her. Endless, corrupting, soul-burning pleasure.
It covered her hands, and when it made it to her head it stopped.
Dark energy exploded around her, and she came again, this time her orgasm released a magic energy that rocked the very foundations of the church and blew out the windows that proudly displayed her old goddess' form.
The dark magic was a swirling cacophony, a raging storm that consumed the entire building.
She thought she heard screaming outside. Probably panicked villagers from seeing the explosion, but she couldn't bring herself to care with the pleasure she was feeling.
Then everything was over.
The raging dark magic thrust itself back into her body, and she was born anew.
Long, curved black horns protruded from her head. On her back were two sets of violet demon wings, one large, one small below it. Below even that, a tail of the same color and consistency, ending in a tip shaped like a heart. Fayra was now all but naked. Her form barely covered in a black leotard with no shoulder straps that exposed her nipples and pussy. It was something you would see in those seedy 'bunny bars' found in the more criminal corners of the city. The outfit's groin gap was also tall enough to show her brand new mark, shining proudly for all the world to see.
Finally, in a mockery of her original faith and goal in life, her veil still stood atop her head, now torn where the two horns had grown.
She slowly stood, trailing her hands softly over her new form. Playing with her nipples and tracing a finger delicately over her clit.
In less than a day she had thrown all her old values away, because she wanted to feel good.
Azoth was right. She had a festival to attend.
–
The town had gathered at the well for the annual Flower Festival celebrating their goddess Estelle. It was generally seen as a romantic evening. Stalls were set up along the dirt roads, selling trinkets and specially made food for the people who gathered there. For such a small town it was a crowded affair. Many people were in attendance. In the center of the square, by the well, waited the priest, a warm smile on his face. It didn't take long for Henra to show. "Ah, there you are," he said, still with that smile. "Now we can begin."
Henra tilted her head in question. "It looks like the festival is already started to me. Begin what?"
The priest's smile didn't leave his face, but something seemed off. "It is time for our return to the human realm." Slowly, the priest's face seem to melt and warp, giving way to a deep red. Short horns exploded out of his forehead, and his eyes turned a deep red. His back hunched and his stature grew shorter.
Henra had never seen an imp before, but she knew to be terrified. She immediately turned heel and began to run, but felt something yank her back. The imp had grabbed her collar. It let out a mischievous giggle as she fell into the dirt, "You go nowhere! Sacrifice for Fayra!"
Fayra? What did she have to do with this?
The imp was small, but its grip was strong.
Then Henra heard screaming. All around her people were running. The priest hadn't been the only imp. There were many in the square. They chased the men and slaughtered them with small spears.
The women were...
She couldn't bear to watch.
It was absolute chaos. The imp holding her down grinned maliciously. "Me want fuck you, but told to wait! Lucky!"
Henra wondered what it could possibly be waiting for, then she heard a light giggle. It was a voice she recognized all too well. From the direction of the church, through all the panicking crowds and village women being raped, walked two figures. One was a demon. A grand creature twice her height and many times her mass, completely nude. She blushed and almost looked away at the sight of his waist, but then she saw who he was walking with, and where the giggle had come from. Next to him was her mentor, and the woman she considered her older sister, Fayra.
It was not the Fayra she knew. Her black outfit had the theming of a nun, but it was so exposed, and she had horns, and wings, and a tail!
Henra began hyperventilating, but the imp yanked on one of her twintails and gave her another grin. "You calm! Feel good soon!"
"Listen to the priest Henra," said Fayra softly as she and her new companion finally reached the well, standing above her. "He's always been right. He wouldn't lie to you."
"Fayra," Henra cried, tears beginning to spill forth from her eyes, "What happened to you?"
Instead of answering, Fayra touched herself. She guided her hands over her breasts, reaching both of them down to the mark, then down to her clit. She let out a deep sigh as she massaged it with both hands, and it began to grow. Henra's eyes widened as Fayra's clit slowly became a large dick. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. This had to be some sort of nightmare. Fayra took a deep breath, and smiled the same smile she always did when she happily greeted Henra. "Well," she said, "Here we go."
The tall demon reached forward and sank its claws into her uniform, pulling it taught and clawing it wide open. With a single motion her clothes were in tatters and she was exposed. Her flat chest, bright pink nipples, and small white panties. She never wore a bra. She never saw a need to. The imp wasted no time getting on top of Henra, holding her down as Fayra stepped forward.
Henra screamed as Fayra pinned her down, the imp between them. With Fayra now in control of her friend, the imp effectively climbed Henra's body and pushed its waist into her face. She was finally forced to look at the imp's dick, and she snapped her mouth shut tight, knowing what he was trying to do. If she kept screaming it would only give him the chance he wanted. "Now now," said Fayra softly with another giggle as she used one of her hands to remove Henra's panties, "That won't do Henra. You have to eat your meat."
Fayra pushed her new cock into Henra's tight folds, and let the tip brush across her clit. Henra groaned at the foreign feeling. She wasn't sure why, but it felt strangely good. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.
Then, with the screaming and the sex happening all around her, they sat. The imp lay its member on her face. She was tempted to bite it, but that would be dangerous. What if they hurt her?
Slowly and deliberately, Fayra kept moving, gently guiding her dick to brush against Henra's clit over and over again. "You know," Fayra said softly, "I was scared at first too. When I first woke up as a sacrifice and saw Azoth, I thought I was going to die. When that passed I was so scared of being defiled." Another gentle push into her. It was as if she was using her movements to accentuate her words. "But it felt sooooo good." Another push.
Henra felt her cheeks flush. Her body was heating up. Fayra's movements were so slow and gentle. And when Henra breathed she had no choice but to inhale the smell of the demon cock on her face.
Henra wasn't dumb, she knew what sex was. She had felt aroused more than once, seeing some of the men shirtless in town, or seeing Fayra bathing. It was a gentle feeling, and she always thought that it felt rather nice. This situation was the end result of that feeling. Part of her was curious where it would end, but another part was afraid, like Fayra had said.
Fayra wasn't forcing herself into Henra just yet, she was simply slowly petting her folds and clit with her cock, and it felt... good. Henra couldn't help but let out a soft moan through her closed lips. She was wet!
"I'm going to rape you Henra," Fayra said, in that same gentle voice she always spoke with. "I'm going to fuck you so hard your mind will go blank, and then you'll be just like me. Then Azoth is going to reward me."
Henra wanted to say something, but she knew if she opened her mouth the imp would immediately thrust into it.
With no more warning Fayra pulled back and thrust her hips forward, burying her succubus cock down to the base inside of Henra's tight little pussy. Henra screamed in both pain and pleasure. Her mouth now open, the imp shoved its own cock inside and down her throat. She choked and coughed, but the imp didn't stop thrusting. Fayra had started as well, pushing and pulling as hard as she could. It felt amazing.
"If this is what... men feel like... no wonder they rape women. Ough~" She leaned forward around the imp as it thrust into her little sister's mouth and licked her ear, causing a delightful feeling of pleasure to run through Henra as she was forcefully taken.
Henra's mind couldn't keep up. What was this? Wasn't it meant to be painful? Why did she feel good? This was scary.
The imp cackled as it came, and Fayra pulled herself away from her little sister's ear as it exploded inside her mouth. It pulled itself free and three more strands of cum splashed across Henra's face. Fayra took the cock into her mouth and slurped up the remaining cum even as she continued to pound into her little sister's pussy.
The imp was still hard though, and as Henra regained her breath it thrust its cock into her mouth once more. "Facefuck facefuck!" it shouted.
Henra and Fayra were now so wet that both of their juices splashed as their hips collided. Henra's guttural screams gave way to moans of pure delight and active slurping as she was raped by her surrogate sister and facefucked by the small demon. Above them, Azoth watched with a wide grin on his face.
Henra wasn't the only one giving in. The men of the town had been hunted, and the women were now moaning in delight even as they were raped by otherworldly monsters.
Humans could not resist this pleasure, and they would use it to take the world.
Henra's pussy was so tight and smooth, Fayra found it amazing that she hadn't been raped yet. Her small body was a perfect sex toy, and she could tell Henra loved it just as much as she had. Women were made to be fucked and filled to the brim with cum.
Fayra pushed herself in deep, wrapping her hands around Henra's ass. She slowed her pace and deliberately felt every single fold of Henra's pussy slather across her new cock. Then she started pounding again, and Henra moaned through her stuffed mouth, her eyes rolling back as she came for the first time in her life, squirting all over Fayra's stomach. The imp reached forward with its hands and grabbed her twintails, using them as handlebars to facefuck her as hard as it could.
Fayra finally felt her own orgasm building, and pushed harder and faster.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sounds of the townswomen cumming from their own demon rape turned Henra on even more.
Had she always been this depraved? Had Fayra always been a succubus, taking her under her wing to draw out her latent potential?
It didn't matter. All that mattered was the cocks using her holes.
Fayra thrust deep inside her little sister as she came, moaning in delight as she felt her own seed spill into her tight pussy. She laid a hand over Henra's belly and smiled gently, even as the imp continued to facefuck her so hard she could barely breath. Finally, the imp exploded again, this time pulling out right away and cumming all over her face.
Henra extended her tongue, trying to catch some of it as she felt herself being filled by Fayra.
It was absolute bliss.
Fayra had been right. It felt so good that almost all her fear had left her.
As the imp cackled above her, Fayra pulled her own shaft free from Henra's pussy, standing up and letting out a satisfied breath as her succubus cock shrunk down and slowly turned back into a clit.
She couldn't help but feel a deep satisfaction at raping and corrupting her own little Henra.
It was utterly amazing. Henra gazed up at her, her eyes glazed over with the afterglow she was feeling.
Azoth approached Fayra from behind, wrapping his clawed hand around her waist and pushing his giant horse-like cock between her legs. Henra looked on in wonder, swallowing her own saliva when she realized she wanted that, as well. This utter depravity, this corruption, this darkness, and the pleasure that came from it all.
The happy days of the church were over. The demons would rape and pillage, and Henra would cum her brains out and suck demon dick for the rest of her life.
She hoped that would be eternity.
Fayra moaned like a whore as Azoth pushed its cock into her pussy. She brought her hands up and tweaked her own nipples, basking in the feeling of being utterly filled. Azoth moved fiercely then, seeing as she could now take him without physically breaking. Henra stared in wonder as every time Azoth thrust into Fayra, she could see her belly bulge in the shape of his dick, and when he pulled out she could see the shape recede. Fayra was so wet she was practically leaking onto the ground.
The imp had long let Henra go. She could have tried to get up and run, but instead she found herself enraptured by the sight of the succubus whore taking a huge demon in front of her. She turned her gaze to the imp who had been masked as a gentle priest, and she licked her lips.
The imp did not move. It was still rock hard. Its cock wasn't nearly as big as Azoth's, but it was still extremely large for something its size. She had not noticed that when it had been so close to her. The realization that she was slurping and sucking on something so big sent another pulse of warm arousal through her. She looked back at Fayra. Azoth had a single hand wrapped around her, and was roughly pushing the entire length of himself into her tight, warm, wet pussy. Henra swallowed again, then started to crawl on all fours towards the imp. It stood there, waiting for her. When she was within a few feet of the demon, she turned away from it and pushed her ass up in the air, fresh cum from Fayra still leaking out of her pussy as she did so. "Please Mister Imp," she said in a soft, cute voice. "Please rape me with your thick demon cock."
The imp cackled with glee, and she felt its small form pounce on to her back. She felt its shaft slide along the folds of her tiny pussy, and moaned when its tip pushed in between them, followed by the rest of it, all the way down to the bottom. As the imp roughly fucked her from behind, she turned her head once more towards Fayra and Azoth. Azoth leaned down and let his long tongue glide past his fangs as he fucked Fayra, and in turn she turned her head and opened her mouth wide, accepting it inside in a lewd, depraved kiss between succubus and master.
She traced it with her own tongue as she rocked her hips back and forth, eyes rolling back as she was hit with orgasm after orgasm.
Henra started moving her own hips in rhythm as well. Every time the imp pushed into her she felt it slide into her inch by inch. It was pure, unbridled ecstasy. Her small body was a perfect match for the creature.
As if attracted by the spectacle around the well, two more imps had shown themselves before her. Henra, still thrusting her hips, opened her mouth wide, as if she were inviting them. both of them rushed forward. The one that reached her first thrust itself deep into her mouth, and she could only moan in pure pleasure. Her holes were filled, and she was fulfilling her purpose as a demon cock sleeve.
She couldn't have been happier.
The imp that had lost the race slid under her, pushing its own member into her pussy along with the imp fucking her from behind.
Her tight little slit was welcoming of both of them. The demon's magic was already beginning to have an effect on her body.
No screams of pain, only wild movements and moaning as she was gangfucked by the creatures.
Fayra and Azoth continued their own dance to the side. Azoth's thrusting becoming rougher and faster as Fayra's new succubus body welcomed him with open arms and holes.
"This is your purpose, fuckmeat."
"Yeeeessss," she moaned, placing her hands on her belly so she could feel Azoth's huge dick pushing it out. He picked her up with one hand, and as her feet left the ground Azoth reached her deepest part. He then lifted her all the way up, and then pushed her down.
"Oooooouuuuggghhhh~" She cried out in animal pleasure.
He repeated the motion, faster and faster, using her entire body like a sex toy. The lack of ground under her feet disoriented the succubus, making her feel more pleasure as Azoth used her as a life-size onahole.
Up and down. Up and down. The village around her bounced in her vision as Azoth's giant cock tore through her insides. "Humanity will fall," he said with a deep voice. "All women will be sex toys that belong to demons. All men will be slaves or die."
"Y-yes Lord Azoth~ Please turn me into a cocksleeve, aah~"
Azoth grunted, finally reaching climax and releasing a huge amount of his demonic seed into the succubus nun. Whatever did not reach her womb poured out of her in droves, cascading to the ground.
The warmth she felt inside her made her throw back her head and cry out as she came. More squirting, and just as in the church, she pissed herself once again. "Aaaaaahhhh~, Agh, ogh..." Noises that mocked her previous purity escaped her throat as the afterglow of the rough demon fucking hit.
Azoth released her from his grasp, and she fell from his shaft and onto the ground with a dull thud, right into the puddle of cum that spilled from her insides. Her tongue drooped out of her mouth, and she smiled happily as the village continued to burn and fuck around her. "Sho... goooood. Demon cock ish amashing..."
Henra's gaze widened as she watched, not in fear, but in a deep arousal she had never felt before. The imps mercilessly pounding into her heightened the feeling as she watched her older sister become a fucked puddle on the ground before a tall and strong demon. Her pussy tightened around the two imps pounding into her, and she trailed her tongue lovingly over the imp facefucking her.
Demons did not bring hell with them for women.
They brought the heaven of being used as cumdumps and meat toilets, and every woman in that town now knew the happiness of being raped and used.
Finally, the imps exploded inside her holes, and she happily swallowed the thick cum pushing into her mouth. She rocked her hips as she came from being filled with even more cum in her pussy.
The imps pulled free from her, and she bathed in their seed as they shot it all over her body, a look of pure ecstasy on her face that rivaled Fayra's.
And as her sister turned succubus moaned on the ground like an animal, and she herself let her own body be covered in the corruption of the demonic semen as a mark appeared on her groin, she couldn't help but think...
This was true happiness, and that she hoped the demons succeeded in taking over the kingdom.
~Fin~