The Black Century (Fantasy RP, PM INTEREST)

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My name is Jeff Hauld, I am a Witch Hunter in the Age of Darkness, also known as the Black Century. I am on a quest by the Order of Hunters to hunt down all beings of darkness, but I do not see a difference most of these days between humans and monsters, even myself. I have a deep sin in my blood, Lust, my father was a warlock who charmed a Succubus with magic enthralling her into his personal pet, I am the result of their union, after my birtth my mother was released, her contract finished, and banished to hell, yet forever submittive to those of my father's blood, myself included.

I am half sex demon thus I carve sexual emotions from women, but the Church care little for women ,seeing them as the mbodiment of sin. Feh how stupid man is sometimes, the so called holy Church is as perverted as sex demons, I've seen sick things not even demons would dare to do, mankind is sometimes worse then demons.

But then again, I am neither man nor demon, a hybrid has no right to discriminat either specie right? Feh yeah right. I am a Witch Hunter, I hunt monsters, but that doesn't mean I don't kill the monster known as man. As part of the Order of Hunters I am the oldest member, over two hundred and forty seix years, constant hunting, but this century has been the worse of the three I've seen. things such as moral, purity, chasitity, all have been forgotten, demon and man mingle like rats and mice. The Church is just as bad as before though, it can get worse I know, but they follow the bible, digging through the loopholes unti lthey scrap the bottom, but the thing that haven't changed since two centuries is the uniform of the women of the Church.

The Church wanted to degrade the women of their Chrch showing them how beneath the men they were, bare breasts, G-strings barely covering pussy and leaving asses bar, net socks covering their legs, only wearing corset covering stomach and back, high heels, gloves, a scowl and a hood covering the head. It's a wonder the men aren't jacking off at the hearing during Sundays. And we hunters, we have to be partnered with a nun 24/7 sicne the black Century began, that's why there's so many hunters, not because of the monsters but because of the practically nude nuns they get to work with, it's a way for the chruch to lure fools to kill monsters for them.

I haven't had a nun partner because of my demonic nature, none of then uns dare go near me so I am the exception of the rule, but that doesn't stop some of the priestesses to tell about the times I ahve sex with them. And now I find out by a formal letter from the Bishop of Legiona that I am to partner up with a nun, probably because of the incident in Equillirm, where I burned down the entire country, it was a nest of demons and monstrs, I searched for ten days o find human life, none remained, it was a mass grave beign feasted on by demons and monsters. I was allowed to perform the purge, but I guess they hadn't excepted me to burn down the entire nation, even after my report to the Order of Hunters of how the situation was.

I am riding a black horse through the forest lands of Keuland, a small nation in the southern edges of the continent Lucretcia, there I was to met the nun I was to work with at a small tavern called the Angel's Grail, a place for hunters and holy men and women to gather during their crusades through the lands. I stop the horse and get off, letting a fast and polite stableboy take the stallion's reigns before I enter the tavern. The smell is thick with pipe, alcohol and sex, the sex smell came from the more perverted holy men and hunters having fun with their nuns, fellow priestesses or the waitresses. But they stop as I enter and hushed whispers begin and I hear the words I so often hear when they see my red robed form.

"Is that him?"

"Yes, it is!"

"The Red Hunter."

"Hybrid of man and demon."

"Hunter of both in the name of the Hunters."

"How coudl they let such a freak into the Order of Hunters?!"

"Quiet! He's over two hundred years old!"

"He's been hunting demons since before the Black Century!"

"Do not anger him or you will surely die!"

Ignoring the whispers I move over to the barkeep an put down the documented letter I was told to give him, the barkeep nodded and jerked his head towards one of the secluded corners of the tavern, a nun dressed in regular nun uniform was sitting there, the sheer sight of her luscious breasts jiggling as she drank from a goblet of wine made me swallow and I had to keep my demon blood in check. Moving over I sit down on the opposite end of the stall table, our knees nearly brush against each other, the tavern now ignores us, returning to their drinking, talking and fucking. "...I take it you are the one the Church has decided to put on guard duty on me?" I asked in a neutral voice while pulling out a flask of water, I never drank anything that could be poisoned, and took a sip before putting away the flask, listening to her reply.

Jeff: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs32/f/2008/208/8/0/Witch_Hunter_2_by_DemienvanCope.jpg

The Nun: http://th02.deviantart.com/fs44/300W/f/2009/141/9/3/My_nun_sense_is_tingling_by_DemienvanCope.jpg

 

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The nun

As an orphan in these dark times, I was raised by the Church, raised in a convent, my heart filled to the brim in the service of our Lord. I was blessed to take up the cowl of a nun in my fifteenth year and thought I would remain in my convent to the end of my days, growing food for the nearby village and meditating on my place as a woman.

The Bishop came to inspect our convent in my twentieth year, an event of huge ritual and pomp, straining our ability to feed his retinue for over a month, leaving our village barely able to get by. He found me one morning delivering food meant for his horses to some village children and branded me as a thief. The Mother Superior intervened on my behalf, insisting that since I had never been in the outside world, perhaps I simply lacked perspective, and that I had never meant to challenge his authority.

I sat in stunned silence as he pronounced that I would leave my convent and become partnered to one of the Hunters supported by the church to travel the world and smite what evil I found. I could not even look at the Mother Superior's face when he told me that I would be given to the Red Hunter himself. Of course we had heard of him, the tales of his power and his cruelty, his demon blood and stone heart.

The women of the Church serve men as the earthly extension of God. God can ask nothing of us that is too much, that is improper or evil. I know this to the core of my being. What then to do about the demon within the Red Hunter? For no demon is of God, are they?

I packed my things numbly, changing to a sturdier, travel weight version of the nun's uniform rather than the soft corset and cowl of the convent. When the Bishop's train left, I left with it, first riding pillory behind one of the Bishop's guards, later on a white horse of my own. No one spoke to me. I prayed to my Lord to guide me through this dark place.

I was left at a tavern, sharing a room with some other nuns from the town, andtold that the Red Hunter would reach me within a few weeks. It was like being turned into a ghost. I took my meals, I prayed, I studied, I carved out a corner of quiet in the chaos of the bar. I learned what nuns of the Hunters were expected to do in their service by watching around me and it shocked me to my core. If this was what was demanded by the average Hunter, what would I be called to do in my service to the Red Hunter?

The day came, as time will pass regardless of fear or desire, and his horse was spotted closing in on the town. I asked for a glass of wine and packed my few things, taking my seat in the corner. His red cloak seemed to glow in the dim light of the bar, like an ember among ashes. Whispers swirled around him like autumn leaves and he strode through them as such. The barkeep nodded him my direction and I felt his eyes on my flesh.

I tried not to tremble as he took the seat across from me, his cloak falling around my legs.

"...I take it you are the one the Church has decided to put on guard duty on me?"

I nodded, then cleared my throat. "I have been asked to join you in your service of the Church, Master Hauld, if it please you." I kept my eyes low, putting my trembling hands in my lap. I could feel the heat from his body on my bared skin. "My name is Sarah, but of course you may address me as you wish." I tried not think what would happen to me if he refused my service.

I tried not think what would happen to me if he accepted it.

I shifted in my seat, for the first time feeling exposed and vulnerable in my uniform, my bare buttocks against the rough wood seat, my breasts bouncing softly above the table.

"I have never accompanied a Hunter before, I'm afraid I may not be of much use. But I will try."

 

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"Battles are for me to handle, for the most part, you are a supporter of moral, battle nuns who fight are rare. And I, being part sex demon, have a lot of lust to release, peasants cannot handle me too much, I once broke a common woman's waist in half. Holy women are more resilient to my sexual needs, and I have bedded many, mostly priestesses and battle nuns, their blessed bodies makes them more endurable to demons, kind of why they are not eaten alive by demons as they prefer to use them as fuck toy." Taking a sip of my water again I let my eyes look at the nun's bare tits, mmm they looked tasty, biggest pairs I've seen on a nun this century, the piercings was a new touch, smelled of holy magic, must be some kind of perverted ritual the church had come up with. I noticed her baffled look of disbelief at my claim of sexual desire and the way holy women kept me from making a lustful rampage through the world.

"Hehehe don't believe me? You were raised by Mother Superior of the Dalesburg Convent right? She might not have told you but she was once a battle nun, whose partner was eaten by demons, I saved her and she became my unofficial partner for two years, though she never fought she helped me keep my lust in check, four of the children that she raised on the convent were born from our unions, she raises them as orphans, hiding their origin as if anyone found out they had demon blood they would without a doubt be slain or turned into hunters or battle nuns." Taking another sip of my water I reach out and heft one of her breasts in my glove covered hand and rubbed my thumb over her pierced nipples, making it harden, her vice making a sweet gasp as I played with her breast and pierced areolas, hefting it like I was trying to rate a prime melon in a melon contest. "But I must say, I have not seen a nun with tits as large as these for over sixty years, the piercings are new but they seem to carry some holy magic in them."

 

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Surely the church would not employ a murder of humans? If his lusts were as destructive as he said... I stared at him in shock, momentarily forgetting my place of obeisance. I had been taught, of course, that our holy submission protected us from many evils under God, that to give ourselves wholly to His service grants protection from demons who would otherwise kill a helpless woman. No one had so blatantly expressed that it was that very service that spared our lives that brought its own special torture at the hands of hell fiends.

I felt my cheeks warm and looked away, able to feel his gaze devour my exposed flesh, my large firm breasts rising and falling with my fear quickened breaths.

I swallowed as I thought of the Mother Superior, the slender woman who always seemed so calm, being ravaged by a demon. By the demon I was now promised to.

The strength of his hand on my breast startled me, even though I had tried to steel myself in preparation for it. The leather of his glove was rough from travel, impersonal in its roving examination of my flesh, and yet... It was warmed to blood heat by its owner, and moved with his power. I closed my eyes, accepting. I knew that I should want to please, to serve my God in the form of this half man, but for the moment it was all I could do to stay still.

The gloved thumb passed over my tender nipple, making me suck in a breath of air as my body responded. In that, at least, I was well trained. The nuns of the convent meditated often on the giving and receiving of pleasure in our bodies, and after these many years my flesh responded to the barest touch. A woman's vulnerability is in her desires, and I felt mine rising, coloring my face and flushing to my lips.

"But I must say, I have not seen a nun with tits as large as these for over sixty years, the piercings are new but they seem to carry some holy magic in them."

"Thank you, Master Hauld. The Mother Superior often commented that my breasts were a special gift and I must beware becoming overly proud lest I forget that they came from God first for His service."

His fingertips tweaked the piercings again and I couldn't help but gasp.

"They are a new theological development. I'm one of the first to be sent out with them, personally sanctified by the Pope and inscribed by his personal crafters. The Bishop blessed me with them before we left." She swallowed hard at the memory, blood pounding against the barely healed skin, a reminder of her tears and pain under his hands.

"They are to better focus the sanctity of my sacrifice and increase your power and glory in your work, if it please you. I was not privy to any more details than that, though I have a letter for you from the Bisop if you accept my service. I do not yearn to know more than what is my place."

 

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Chuckling I rub circles over her nipples and watch her body heat up and grow needy, teasying her was making my hunger grow, it would be satisfying to get a fine fuck after so long. "The yearning to know is human nature, no oath or order can make you withstand curiousity, it's a human's instincts to learn and beleive me my dear, you are going to learn, a lot." Standing up I grasp her bare shoulder and make her stand up, and with one hand on her bare shoulder I lead her to the room I had ordered, no one dared to even look at us as with me nearby even the most deprived pervert wouldn't dare to look on the woman in my company.

Entering the room I take the letter from her hand and with one hand on her shoulder I speak to her, while making her kneel in front of me. "We shall see how good you can be my dear, take out my cock and slowly lick it, taste it, make it hard, ht and slick before you push it down your sweet little mouth and suck on it, do this while I read tihs letter, and if you can make me orgasm before I finish, and swallowing my cum, you shall be rewarded." The letter was a regular piece of shit propaganda about the church's glory being tarnished by satanists, blashpemy's religions, atheists, non believers and so on, and a mission about scouting out reports about a succubus being spotted in Paris. While I read this I felt the oral talents of my new partner, and she proved to be rather good, though she had only gotten me ready for her mouth after I read through half the letter, she would need to make me cum and swallow before I finished reading to get her reward.

 

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His gloved hand on my bare shoulder felt like an executioner leading a prisoner to the gallows. He squeezed once and pulled me to my feet, steering me like a doll or a child to the stairs. No one in the inn would meet my eyes, or even look toward me, none of my sisters, none of the other Hunters, their activities continued apace, but they parted before us and gathered behind like the Red Sea parting for Moses. But this Moses led only a single penitent to slavery rather than a whole people from it. I was alone.

I tried to focus on my body, the whisper of my thighs in their silk net stockings, the soft thump of my heeled shoes on the rough wood of the dark stairs, the constriction of my breath by the corset, forcing my breasts to rise and fall and bobble gently in the air, the weight of his hand on my skin, changing my balance. He moved me forward as a mechanic, not at all the ritalistic gravitas I had known from the convent.

HE left me in the center of the room, not knowing what to do with my hands. I pulled the heavy paper sealed with wax from where I had tucked it in my garter and offered it toward him timidly. He took it the way you would pick something off a desk and ripped through the seal with as much ceremony. Standing in front of me his hand pushed down on my shoulder, the command implied and impossible to ignore, and I understood kneeling.

I knelt up, my knees folded on the floor worn and dirtied by hundreds before us, knowing that many of my sisters had done their service here before me. The floor was no less hard for that, my ass bare and exposed, my head at the level of his belt.

"We shall see how good you can be my dear, take out my cock and slowly lick it, taste it, make it hard, ht and slick before you push it down your sweet little mouth and suck on it, do this while I read tihs letter, and if you can make me orgasm before I finish, and swallowing my cum, you shall be rewarded."

I forced myself to breathe slowly before beginning the ritual of fellatio. I had lots of practice on large leather and wood phalluses made at the convent, twining my tongue around the inert objects while the senior nuns and the Mother Superior watched over my technique with their rods, comforting and guiding until my throat was bruised and my bottom was welted.. I should have been prepared.

He was half hard, already straining against his breeches visibly from where I knelt. I unbuckled his thick belt and untied the lacings on his breeches, trying to remember what I was told at the convent. "Fellatio is a precious service before the Lord, giving oneself to the seed of Creation, a ritual of the highest order. In all service never hurry, never hesitate."

I released his this cock to cup it in my hands, his flesh was warm, heavy, pulsing with life and heated by his desire. I massaged his shaft, surprised at how much stiffer and yet pliable he became, so unlike my practice staves. I kissed the hot red tip, placing my lips over the hole that would give me this sacrament, if I could earn it from him, whispering my prayers before running my tongue over first the head, then around it, then further and further down the shaft, my body disappearing under the folds of his bright cloak.

His staff was a heavy line of wet heat against my cheek as I kissed his balls, finally having made my way to the base with my careful tonguing. I heard the swish of the heavy paper as he flipped to read the second page. I did not know what the letter contained, but the Bishop had used me as a writing desk in its preparation, so I knew that two pages was all there were.

Never hurry, never hesitate.

I tongued my way back up to his tip, the thick hot head darkening with need. I heard his breath change, just a bit, as I wrapped my lips around the head and teased him with the flickering of my tongue. I sucked him in slowly, my jaw opening wide to accommodate his girth, pausing to take one last full breath with him pressing hard against the back of my throat, my lips wrapped tight around his shaft, sliding on my own saliva, tasting of his flesh. I pushed forward, the tightness of my small throat resisting his thick member, then stretching, then I could sink inexorably down, until I held him entire, my nose pressing against his pubic bone, my chin nuzzled by his balls where they lay in my stroking fingers.

I reversed, just as slowly, pulling away until I could breathe, but never releasing him from my lips. I pushed my throat onto his spear again and again, first slowly then building with speed. His hand reached my head, guiding, urging me faster, and finally gripping into my hood to my hair and not letting me back to breathe, furiously pounding into my throat.

His shaft hardened to steel, my mouth and throat tenderized to soft, quivering bits of flesh, stretched and beaten by his manhood. I gagged and choked, running out of air, my fingers beginning to grasp at his hips and legs as I struggled to breathe, struggled to submit to his needs before my own. I heard the paper crushed in his hand. My vision began to sparkle and dim and he thrust deep into me one final time, pulsing hard, and I felt the pressure, the push of a hot rush of fluid!

He had gifted me with the seed of His creation. Precious sacrament, hot and slick in my throat, filling my mouth, wetting my lips. I swallowed deep and heard him groan, his staff still held in my throat, still pumping bursts of seed into my mouth. I swallowed again, tasting Creation on my tongue, bitter, sticky sweet and heady. I moaned softly despite myself, sucking every drop, not wishing to commit the sin of Onan and spill any upon the filthy ground. I had to catch a drop from my lips with a finger, sucking myself clean after I had attended to my Lord.

I knelt down, letting my bare bottom rest on my feet, my newly licked clean hands drying in the cool air outside his voluminous cloak. I didn't dare to look up to his face while I tried to catch my breath.

"Thank you for your blessing, Master Hauld."

 

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Her mouth began to work far better then I had imagine and I found myself fripping her head with my free hand, slowly making her get to the right places before she was good on her own and I found myself gripping the root of her hair and thrusting my cock into her throat while I began to lose focus on the letter, I was on thel ast four lines. She was the best cocksucker I've had in nearly one hundred years, a natural. the way her throat sucked me in ,her tongue licked my length and how her lips sucked me in, it almost felt like I was fucking a pussy.

Groaning out in release, my hand crushing the letter in hand, my seed filled her mouth and I began to pump it in, she swallowed as much as she could and even managed to catch was little was let out with her hands and licked it up after releasing my cock. As I heard her thanks I couldn't help but smile a little, it had been a long time since anyone had shown me gratitude. "We're not done yet my sweet Sarah, now, it's my turn to show you, what I can do."

Lifting her up from the floor I let her fall down on her back, my gloved hands spreading her thighs and I begin to rub the outher lips of her moist slit, while slowly rubbing my thumb s over her clitoris, blowing my breathe over her heated skin, as I teased it, making her sweet lips gasp out as she prayed, she knew her stuff, all battle nuns prayed even when sex, it gave them a way to cure diseases with their bodies, and to be able to handle my demonic skills, I've heard about demons who withered away after being blessed by powerful battle nuns letting them fuck them.

 

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I heard the smile in his voice and a small part of me rejoiced, I had pleased him, reward rather than punishment would be forthcoming.

He picked me up easily, again I felt like a toy to him, something to be manipulated and placed without my own control. The big bed in the room was softer than the small one in the room I had been sharing with some other nuns, its bedclothes soft against my bare skin. He picked up my feet, pressing me back to lie on the bed, spreading first my legs and then my sex, his large gloved fingers working with an undeniable strength, claiming my most intimate flesh as his right.

I felt my blood rise under his touch, flushing me with Holy Spirit. I murmured my prayers softly, preparing and controlling my body. Again, I had been touched by the other nuns, their small delicate fingers teaching me the path of my body, my service, but that did not prepare me for his touch. He was stronger, rougher, larger... I shuddered under his breath teasing against my wetness. I prayed to know that by taking his pace in dominion over me that he would find the blessings of the Lord and be granted greater dominion in battle in the world. Only by serving a warrior could a weak female begin to repay for her sinful life.

 

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Chuckling at her prayers I lower my face between her legs as her pussy drools over my probing finger and then witj my hands pressing against her thighs, spreading her legs to the mac, I use my thumbs to split apart her pussy lips and reveal her pure pink meat, with my thick tongue out I trace it along the clenching opening leading to her womb, and then pushed it inside her, my tongue is far longer and thicker then a regular human, it was seven inches long and as thick as a human tongue all the way, I slithered past her maidenhood, as with my demon blood I could not remove a woman's virginity unless she gave it to me by will as I penetrated her with my cock.

Tasting her fertility, her inner walls, the clenching muscles that would bare the fruit of my seed, oh by the stars she had the tastiest pussy I had ever tasted, ripe and innocent, ready to be claimed, it made the demon inside of me purr with content and eagerness that such a woman would be mine. Wiggling around inside her channel, like a snake, or worm, trying to dig through the fluids and past her clenching walls, until the tip entered her womb, I could probably not reach further then this, but I could still lick around one inch from where the tip had entered and that was enough to make her body arch and spasm as jolts of pleasure sparked through her.

 

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I gasped, unable to catch my breath as his hot tongue lapped at my delicate sex, almost burning the sensitive flesh. I could not stop myself from crying out as his tongue pressed into me, forcing his way into my inner passage, far past where anyone or anything had ever touched me, the nuns at the convent being oh so careful to keep my maidenhead intact for what ever man would finally fill my womanly vessel.

His tongue slid in and in to me, stretching my wet hole and deep into my body, almost painfully, teasing over nerves never before touched. I lost my place in my prayer, my blood heated, my breath out of control. I had never felt so stirred, so moved, this was what taking in a man, a part of the Lord, into my weak, unworthy body. I moaned and trembled and felt him groan and growl in response, my body tight and clenching against him, fighting him shamefully.

His tongue went deeper into me, pressing into my very soul, exploring and finding my very depths until I was laid bare to him. Pain and pleasure spiked high as he met resistance and pushed through it, his hands pinning me to the bedclothes, stretching me open and taking me deeply, his breath like fire against my dripping sex. Pain/pleasure, rapture and torture took me, shuddering and fighting, crying out for God's mercy and knowing I could never find it on my own.

 

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Sliding out my tongue from her womb as she orgasmed in a mixture of pain and pleasure I smacked my lips loudly before smirking and stood up, my erect cock pressing against her opening. "You are delicious, and I bet you are even more delicious, once I claim you as mine." I pressed my cock head against her still tight entrance, slowly pushing it past her tight cunt's lips, before ramming it in without abound, her walls clenching around me in a manner only a virgin could and I began to pound into her holy cunt, my hands gripping her nipple piercings, tugging on them roughly as I pounded into her womb, my cock head reaching past her womb and poking at the doors of her uterus, the chamber of her eggs.

I was not in completely yet, the heat of the holy magic in her piercings burned my fingers, but the heat also affected her nipples and I saw her body arch in waves of pleasure and pain, her sweet lips opening up in a cry of ecstasy as she orgasmed from the pained pleasure. My own orgasm was not far away but I held on, wanting to enjoy her tight cunt for as long as I could, my thick rod plunging into her sucking cock hungry pussy, my girth and length began to grow as when I grew more excited my demon blood began to show, my skin began to turn dark red, my teeth began to sharpen, my eyes turned into glowing green brimstone, small horns began to emerge from my forehead, a long forked tail began to slide out of my tailbone and my hands began to grow black claws.

Grunting out and growling in pleasure I hammered away, my hands gripping her now red hot piercings, the heat not damaging her nipples but it was still painful, I manipulated the holy magic at an unconscious level, making it part of her breasts, making her piercings only useless trinkets. The nipple piercings snapped off her breasts, and her body began to glow with a holy light, I grasped the base of her breasts, using them as leverage to bounce her body against my thrusts. I latched my sharp teeth around her left breast, my jaw large enough to get half of her mammary into my mouth, there I felt her nipples probing, swollen from the earlier treatment, my sharp pointed tongue sliding against the tip of the teat before penetrating it and pushing into her breasts, the holy glow seemed focused on her breasts and loins, and as my tongue penetrated into her milk bag I felt sweet milk, as holy as holy water of the pope himself, the great perv, flush into my mouth and I began to hungrily suckle her breast, my pounding thrusts into her tight cunt growing faster, my forked tai ltip rubbing against her rosebud, before the snake like tail, with the pint being like an arrow head, my tail began to fuck her anal entrance.

 

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And then came the moment I had heard about only in whispers, told that it was something every woman must find on her own, when her body was brought low and filled with the Lord. His cock was blood red and angry, a heated iron rod that slipped between my nether lips and along the path wetted by his tongue and my release. Something deep in my body tore with a shudder that shook my bones and I cried out, an animal yelp, and he thrust hard and deep, burying himself against my tender womb.

My nipples began to swell and burn, the relic piercings heating either in response to my arousal or his demon blood. His fingers tugged on the tender flesh and hot metal, pulling my body onto his huge shaft and filling me, stretching my soft flesh until I seemed little more than a wrapping around his thickening demon cock.

I sobbed and screamed as he began to change, growing claws and glowing eyes, his teeth turning razor sharp and animal large. To fight him, to draw away from my assignment was to sin unforgiveably, but it took all my training in submission to pain and humiliation to accept him into my body, but accept him I did, limply and horrorfilled.

He pulled the piercings from my nipples, my skin beginning to glow like pale moonlight under his claws. His mouth dipped to my breast, his teeth gripping like needles into my tortured flesh, and from there I was shocked to feel his tongue forcing into my flesh, painfully stretching the dry ducts where milk could flow from a woman and lapping inside my body, somehow drawing milk from me in a disgusting twist on how a man could drink from a cow's teat.

With the pain and pleasure coursing through my cunt and breast, I almost missed the first touch of the forked tail along the crack of my ass, sliding up to gather the blood and fluid dripping from my pussy and slickly worm against my tight anus. I shook with surprise, holding back a complaint, but my eyes went wide, searching his for a sign of mercy and finding none.

The tail wiggled against my asshole and pressed in, first one tiny tip, then another, working its way into my ass like a possessed snake, opening and stretching my tiny hole and forcing the ever thicker tail ever further into my body.

I was fully at his pleasure, filled at all ends by him, deeper and fuller than my body could handle, drips of blood gathering around his mouth on my pale breast, the flesh under his lips roiling and bruising from the inside as his hungry tongue pulled fluid from my body. My stomach bulged and moved with his thrusts, the head of his cock clearly outlined in the flesh under my ribs, my arms and legs twitching like a puppet on cut strings. His hand wrapped around my free breast, squeezing ever tighter, until the skin purpled and stretched taut and shiny.

And then I found what I had heard of, the rapture in being completely bound to the pleasure of a man, the exquisite perfection of tormented submission, yielding to the Lord with all my being, the martyr's purifying fire. I was lost, but found in Him, my orgasms continuous and pure, my thoughts non existent, I lived to serve him and thus be made perfect.

 

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It was hot it was erotic, it was beautiful, I had never had a woman like this before, her body was like made for me , I could feel every sensation of her not flesh sucking me in, her milk, mixed with the holy magic was painful at first to taste, but as I kept drinking it, it made me stronger, the magic of the blessed milk making my human part and my demon part even stronger. I was purely on instincts my demon form completely in dominion of my mind, I pumped, fucked sucked, ravaged and more, I never did enough to injure her, the only mark she would have from this mating was the swelling milk of her breasts and womb once I filled her with my seed.

I felt compelled to release the first mound, its milk starting to lose its potency the more I drank it, I wanted a fresher source, thus I warped my mouth around her other breasts and like it, jabbed my tongue into the milk ducts through the nipples, causing the holy magic in the orb to react and produce the blessed milk meant to repel me, and yet it only drew me in further. My claws grasped her hips and as I released her breasts, the milk leaking from her nipples in great squirts, my lips warped around hers and I kissed her ,letting her taste her own milk, her own cunt and my own saliva, my hips pumping harder and faster into her womb while my tail slithered like a worm digging through dirt into her anal channel, almost entirely inside it.

Releasing our joined lips for an short moment, our tongues licking each other for a short while I rear my head back and I feel my release come like am magma eruption, a and I pump, pump and pump my hips, my balls slapping her buttocks as my red hot seed exploded into her womb, filling her with its searing fertility and hellish warmth, making her holy body glow with power as it tried to expel my seed. But being half-demon I had no weakness that regular demons had, while a demon may impregnate a nun and then die, I would just get a stronger orgasm from the pain, and this one was deliciously painful, my body shaking with pain and pleasure and my seed filled her womb, splattering out from our joined hips as I pushed in, and we both screamed out in orgasm, before my demonic blood was finally cooled down and I collapsed on top of my new partner and fuck partner, our hips still joined ,my red seed bubbling and hissing as it cooled off against our now subsided bodies, and I rested my head on one of her large mounds and dragged the cover over our sticky bodies, falling asleep against the wonderful flesh pillow.

 

[Drakkwall]

OOC: I am feeling like restarting this rp, maybe continue it from here, though I am not sure.