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The sun already set some time ago with only a dull, orange glow from the candles keeping the chapel lit up. Row after row the pews were empty; though they were filled hours ago with sinners prostrating themselves in the hopes that their lord may have mercy on their souls. For within these walls do men pull open their chests and expose their vulnerabilities for the chance of salvation. Yet even though their pleas silenced in the night, one woman remained bent over the altar, bowing her head as she held her hands in prayer.
Between her fingers she clutched a set of prayer beads, forehead wrinkling as her eyes closed, and she prayed to her god for fortitude. Ever since she was a young girl she belonged to this convent, taking care of the chapel and always being an obedient servant to her god. However, as of late, a strange temptation crept into the pit of her stomach sending fiery pulses through her body. Her dreams became haunted by a demon, scantily clad and whispering promises of lewd and licentious rewards if only she fell from grace. It was in these visions that she was shown strange and unusual things she could hardly even describe. All she knew is that they stirred an unbearable sensation from within her.
It was unyielding, a heat stronger than the worst of fevers which had her rubbing her thighs in frustration. The cotton panties she wore under her modest nightdress were darkened by the wetness that seeped through them, and an ache persisted right where she was instructed not to touch. She whimpered, the discomfort too distracting. While she tried to focus on her words of worship, all she could think about was the warm stickiness between her legs.
She let the prayer beads slip from her hands, choosing instead to lift up her nightgown. With a shaky breath she slipped her delicate fingers under the waistband and let her panties fall to her ankles. It was obscene, unthinkable even, and yet there she was letting out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t much, but even the cool air meeting her sensitive skin had her shivering. Bent over the altar she let her legs spread apart in the hopes of clearing her mind of the discomfort, the warm candlelight now casting a glow over her exposed body. Pink and swollen, her pussy was coated in a shameful, wet desire that glistened under the light as she bunched up her nightgown at her hips.
It was an erotic, pathetic sight, but the faithful nun remained still in the face of such temptation. Though her body fought against her mind, she picked up her beads and continued to pray.
For a moment, all was silent save for her quiet whispers until her worship was interrupted by the sound of heels clicking slowly against the floor. She was blindfolded, a technique to dull her senses and focus her energy on her prayer, but this also left her vulnerable to the sudden intruder. It was clear enough that this was not one of the other Sisters, though being found in this state would be mortifying no matter the individual. While she was quick to let her nightgown fall to hide her shame, the panties stuck around her ankles would divulge her little secret.
“Oh, Himeko,” The voice that rang out was low, dripping with amusement as it echoed throughout the large space, “Did you really think that you could hide from me out here?”
Himeko’s body shuddered, muscles clenching after being caught in such a compromising situation. She half hoped that this sudden intrusion would dull her desires, and yet an intense arousal persisted that she couldn’t get out of her mind. Even so, she chose to ignore the demon, knuckles whitening around the prayer beads once more as she continued to pray in the hopes of deterring the intruder with her faith.
“Well, don’t mind me, darling,” The figure lurked in the shadows where the candlelight couldn’t reach, concealed by darkness and known only by her voice. Her name, part of a secret pact, was given only to those worthy enough to have their souls bound.
“This is a sacred space,” Himeko’s voice weakened, fighting back an instinct that made her mind grow hazy, “You are not welcome in this holy house; I implore you to leave.” She had half the thought to remove her blindfold, really get a glimpse of whoever disturbed her, but part of her reasoned that giving the creature any more attention would simply worsen the matter.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Kafka’s laugh surrounded Himeko like a thick cloud of aphrodisiac making her knees buckle, “You can continue praying to your little god, and I’ll just watch. Like I always have. Lurking where you least expect to find me, watching you go about your days. I have seen it all, Himeko.”
“It’s Sister Himeko,” Her words fell on deaf ears; it was clear the demon would not listen to a word the nun had to say.
It was then when Kafka stepped out from the shadows, a succubus of deep purple color. Aside from the black heels she wore nothing. Her long, bat-like wings stretched out from her lower back with four, twisting horns on the top of her head. Between her legs she was fully erect, a cock unlike anything Himeko had ever seen though it’s not like she was very familiar. The surface was bumpy and uneven like a lizard’s skin, the head turned up into a point.
She walked until she stood just behind the devout nun, her words sending shivers down the other’s spine, “Well then, Sister Himeko, since your title is so important. I must applaud you, truly, for tricking each gullible fool into believing you’re some innocent and godly woman. You put on such a grand act that if I weren’t a demon even I might believe you.”
“Your sharp tongue has no effect on me,” Himeko’s shoulders tensed, “Do not waste your breath.”
“My, how cold you are,” Kafka pouted, a playful whine before sighing, “Was I perhaps mistaken? Surely there is not another red-headed nun filled with sinful desire.”
She stepped on the underwear still suspended around Himeko’s ankles causing the nun to stagger, “These are… merely a fashion choice then?”
Himeko wished she could cloud her hearing as well as her vision; then she could fully commit to her prayer and ignore the incessant pestering, “Say what you will; I will never succumb to the likes of you.”
“You can’t hide from me, Himeko,” Kafka cooed, leaning in so that her breath tickled the back of the nun’s neck, “I see how your fingers so delicately bent in prayer reach deep inside of yourself, reaching for the heaven inside of your body. The way you anoint yourself with unholy oils and cry for the salvation of your own pleasure. Have you no shame, Sister? I do not believe those are the acts of a chaste and godly woman.”
“You will not tempt me,” Himeko’s body shuddered. Though her eyes were concealed, wicked images crossed her mind. This was the demon that had been haunting her, invading her dreams, teaching her how to explore her body. Then when she awoke she sought desperately to quench the fire in her body only to fizzle out right when she reached the edge drenched in her own frustrations. If she could just rid herself of this nuisance then all would be well again, and the shame would stop eating at her chest.
“My body is a temple,” She spoke the same words that were parroted to her relentlessly as she grew up; whether she believed it or not it was etched into her tongue. That her body was sacred and to be saved for her god. That physical temptations only bring about temporary pleasure while purity guarantees eternal joy. Those were sacrifices she was supposed to willingly make in order to be lawful and obedient, and yet these new thoughts threatened to bring down her once stable foundation.
“Then let me desecrate it,” Kafka breathed, coming up from behind and pressing herself into Himeko’s back, “You don’t really believe those things, do you, dear? All of those fun, little phrases you love to cling to don’t really mean anything. You just want to believe in something. So believe in me.”
She brushed aside Himeko’s hair, dragging a claw down the side of her neck, “You’ll be praying to me soon enough, begging for me to fill your holy womb.”
“You wretched demon… Vile beast!” Himeko’s voice wavered as she felt the succubus's erection press firmly against her back. Even with the barrier of her night gown it was painfully obvious just how wet with arousal she was. The temptations had been so strong, tearing apart her body with each passing night.
She took a hard swallow, thinking over Kafka’s words and then cursing herself for even entertaining them. It was true she always wanted to see a life outside of this church, but surely there had to be another way.
“You wound me with your words, dear Himeko,” Kafka sighed, twirling the other’s hair around her finger. So soft and well-kept, fitting of the pristine image she tried to maintain. How badly Kafka wanted to yank on it, driving her into submission.
“You are not like the rest of them,” The demon leaned forward, forked tongue sliding out of her lips to tickle Himeko’s throat, “You long to be freed, and I can give that to you. I know you want it.”
Himeko jumped, letting out a startled noise before exhaling, “Humans want many things they cannot have; that is not the same as actually doing it.”
“Oh, so you admit it?” Kafka let go of her hair, instead running her fingers down the nun’s scalp, gently scratching at her skin.
“Even if I didn't, my body betrays me,” Himeko concentrated every ounce of her willpower to keep from shifting her hips. How terribly she wanted to relieve herself on the demon; the thought was enough to make her wince.
“Then tell me… Sister Himeko,” Kafka drew out each word, a wicked smile stretching across her face, “Surely words do not count as sinful acts; they are merely confessions. Tell me what it is your body wants.”
The nun pursed her lips; she knew better. Answering the demon would only further give it power over her, and yet there was a part of that desperately wanted to rid herself of these intrusive thoughts. It had been like she’d been carrying around a deep secret, and more than anything she wanted to purge herself of it.
“How prideful you must be to think I would confess to someone as lowly as you,” She resisted, but the agonizing throb of her heartbeat was beginning to drive her insane.
No sooner than Himeko could utter the last word did Kafka push her head down onto the altar so that she was bowing, “Confess to your god then; pretend I’m not here.”
Himeko yelped, taking a hard swallow as her face hit the wood, that hot tension twisting itself in her stomach. For a moment she hesitated, but her will was already so shattered that she spoke.
“I have been possessed by the most wicked of dreams,” She started, hands trembling as she tried to ignore the foreboding presence behind her, “A demon that comes to me in the night and strips me bare.”
She let out a shaky breath, cheeks red and hot, “She knows each and every weakness that never another person has known. How sensitive my breasts are, suckling on them until I cry out blasphemous praises in her name.” Himeko’s heart beat faster, but there was an exhilaration in finally confessing these sickeningly sweet desires.
“Go on,” Kafka hummed, to which Himeko grit her teeth and began to feel the pang of regret in her chest.
“The rest is too shameful to mention,” She pursed her lips, but apparently that was not enough for the demon who yanked on her hair, pulling back her head until she was forced to look upwards to the heavens.
“Please have mercy…” Himeko whimpered but after a few quiet sobs continued her confession, “The demon crawls on top of me, and I do not wish to stop her. Instead I beg, inviting her in over and over night after night being filled until there are rivers between my legs, but when I wake there is nothing but an agonizing emptiness.”
There was a lilt in her voice, quiet moans as she concluded her pleas, “I have tried everything to satisfy that ache, and yet I suffer still. I am sick, and I beg for your cure. That my hallowed halls may stay immaculate for your will and yours alone.” She fell quiet save for her heavy breaths and tiny cries.
Some silence passed between them until Kafka began to clap. A slow, echoing clap that rang through the chapel.
“Now, doesn’t that feel so much better getting that off your chest?” Kafka stepped back, grabbing the bottom of Himeko’s nightgown before lifting it up over her hips, “Would it feel even better to give into those urges? Surely you could be forgiven. After all… aren’t all humans sinners?”
“You are an evil temptress,” Himeko’s voice wavered, but even she didn’t protest as she was put on display for the demon. Wet and swollen, an immaculate sight.
“And?” Kafka raised a brow, eyes glued to Himeko’s most sacred body, envisioning the ways in which she’d make her come undone, “Are you ready to submit yourself to me, dear Sister?”
Himeko hesitated. Every part of her rational brain wanted her to scream no, to turn around and do something about the evil that haunted her. Yet every part of her body rebelled, yearning to be picked apart and offered up on this altar.
Finally, she let out a sharp hiss, “Do what you wish, you horrid beast. I cannot bear this torture any longer, but know that you have not won. You may get my body, but you will not have my devotion. I refuse to submit to your wickedness.”
The laugh that escaped Kafka shook her body as she plunged her fingers inside of Himeko, “Whatever eases your conscience, Sister.” She cared not for gentleness, spreading the nun apart and letting her wetness trickle between her fingers. Himeko took them in so easily, her body craving the relief of being filled and welcoming her in with no protest.
“I still remain faithful,” Himeko winced, panting between each word, “And nothing you do can strip me of that.” Pathetic whimpers left her lips, legs threatening to cave in on themselves almost immediately.
She had never been touched by another, her body only knowing the bend of her own fingers. What she felt was so foreign, and that thought excited her even more as she could only use her sense of touch to imagine what the demon was like. Even in her dreams Kafka was nothing more than a shadow, but now she could feel the curve of each claw pressing pleasurably inside of her.
“Do you not hear yourself?” Each thrust of Kafka’s fingers elicited strained moans as she baptized herself in Himeko’s holy well until its water flowed freely down to her knuckles.
Himeko’s fists balled at either side of her face, struggling to get out coherent words, “Do not let it go to your head; this is the body’s natural reaction, be it your hands or mine.”
“Oh, is this not good enough for you then?” Kafka hummed, pulling out her fingers before grabbing Himeko by the hips in order to flip her, pressing her back against the altar. The nun looked wounded, her eyebrows furrowed and lips down turned as the emptiness once again felt like a dull ache that persisted throughout her body.
“My, Himeko,” Kafka tilted her head to the side, eyeing her with a hungry stare that pierced her soul, “If that is not enough to please you, I could show you the heaven you so desire. All you have to do is offer yourself up to me.”
“Evil woman…” She breathed, reaching out for just a tease of the demon before her. Her hands rested on Kafka’s stomach, pausing before gingerly running along her soft belly.
It was true; this life was not suited for Himeko. Though she excelled at what she did she always longed for more, to see the world and experience it firsthand. She had a wild nature that had been subdued for so long she had almost forgotten who she was.
She shook her head before letting out a soft chuckle, “Perhaps I could be convinced. Give me a taste, demon, and I shall consider,” She could not deny her curiosity. The succubus had awakened something in her, a part of herself that had been slumbering, and it was impossible to ignore any longer.
Kafka let out a happy sigh, pressing her fingers against Himeko’s lips as she cooed, “A taste you say? Very well. Lick up your sinful desires.”
Himeko did not protest, parting her lips and letting Kafka explore her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around them, slipping between her fingers before sucking, but just as Himeko grew bold and let her hands trail upwards Kafka pulled out her fingers.
“How quickly you obey,” The demon scoffed before grabbing hold of Himeko’s nightgown and ripping it in half. She was left naked within seconds, and all she could do was sputter as her face grew as red as the soft tuft of hair between her legs. Still, Kafka was not done. She tore strips from the fabric, taking Himeko by the wrists and binding her hands together in prayer.
“Would you rather I resist?” Before Himeko could even finish her question, Kafka pressed her hand down on her head.
“I’d rather you worship me,” Kafka’s fangs poked out as she grinned, “Get on your knees for me, Himeko, and pray with that beautiful mouth of yours.”
Himeko snarled, collapsing to her knees and head snapping up even though she couldn’t actually see the demon that looked down at her. Kafka smiled, watching as the warm candlelight basked Himeko in a heavenly glow. It was almost endearing, but the moment was soon defiled as the demon pressed her cock against Himeko’s soft cheek, urging her to please her.
“So crude…” The nun muttered, but she couldn’t deny the way her stomach fluttered at the thought of what was in front of her. With no way to see, she had to rely purely on her tongue to navigate Kafka’s body as the pointed tip pressed past her lips.
The surface was rough, Himeko dragging her tongue across each uneven bump to form a picture in her mind. Moaning against her skin, it was like a completely different woman was knelt before the demon, slowly wrapping her tongue around the underside before sucking on the tip.
The succubus grunted, digging her claws into Himeko’s scalp to grip at her hair and pull her forward until the entirety of her length was buried in her throat. Her voice fell into a low growl, words separated by shaky breaths.
“Whether or not you accept it, you are mine Himeko,” Kafka moved her hips in shallow thrusts, rubbing herself against the other’s wet tongue, “We were fated to be bound.”
Tears pricked at Himeko’s eyes, spit dribbling down her chin as she tried to keep up with Kafka’s pace. Any cries or pleas were muffled, and with hands tied at the wrists all she could do was let herself be utterly used, her mouth nothing more than a toy for the demon to play with.
Despite how shameful of a situation she’d found herself in, Himeko still looked like a goddess. Her fiery hair fell in waves down her back the color of Kafka’s lust, and her cheeks were a bashful pink that the demon couldn’t help but admire. More than anything it was her blazing spirit that had drawn the succubus to her, choosing her rather than anyone else, but Kafka didn’t have long to appreciate her beauty.
The demon hissed, yanking again on Himeko’s hair as her body shuddered. She felt that familiar twinge of heat rise into her stomach, propelling her body forward as hot streams of cum shot into Himeko’s throat. Yet she was far from satisfied. A deep hunger roared in her belly, an unquenchable thirst.
She pulled out, watching as the nun took a hard swallow before opening her mouth to breathe. Each breath was heavy, her lips glistening in cum despite managing to swallow almost every drop. As she knelt there trembling, Kafka couldn’t help but be impressed.
“Consider me surprised,” Kafka’s own breath was labored, and yet she still held a ridiculing smile, “I didn’t take you for a slut, Sister. How did it taste?”
“Disgusting.” Himeko spat after catching her breath, hoping to dirty Kafka with some of her own mess.
“And yet you still swallowed?” Kafka let go of her hair, her cock still hard and wet with Himeko’s spit.
She sneered, “So arrogant. Did it not occur to you that perhaps I am attempting to refrain from defiling the chapel anymore than you already have? I would rather not leave a mess that may need to be explained.”
“Oh, yes, because sucking off a demon protects the sanctity of these walls. You’re cute, Himeko,” She took hold of the other’s arms and pulled her to her feet before closing the distance between them. The kiss that followed was surprisingly soft as Kafka tasted herself on Himeko’s lips, licking them clean before pressing her tongue inside.
Himeko hardly had any time to react, a muffled whimper before Kafka lifted her up and placed her ass on the altar, nibbling on her lip as she spread her legs as far as she could.
“You’d missed a spot,” She pulled out of the kiss, smirking as she grabbed more strips of fabric, tying down Himeko’s ankles so that she couldn’t move.
Himeko was left speechless, lips still warm from her touch. Though she wanted to return with some witty comeback; in that moment all she could think about was how badly she wanted to be touched.
“How is this for defiling the chapel?” Kafka mused, picking up the prayer beads Himeko had dropped and dragging them across her pussy. The cold glass had her flinching, dripping onto the altar beneath her as she imagined them being pushed inside of her one after the other.
How obscene if her penance was given like so, begging for forgiveness as her body swallowed her sins whole. She cried, falling back and resting her head on the hard surface with hands folded close to her body.
Kafka continued to tease, dragging the beads in tantalizing circles that had Himeko’s muscles contracting, possessed by frigid shivers, “How sacred to offer up your body on the holiest of places.”
“You demon…” Himeko’s voice wavered, her body aching for contact, but all it was met with was empty promises.
“I wonder…” Kafka picked up one of the smaller candles, holding it over Himeko’s stomach before a drop of hot wax fell onto her skin, “How much it will take before you break?”
Himeko yelped, her voice echoing shamelessly throughout the chapel as her back arched off of the altar, jerking against her restraints. More than anything now she wanted to rip off the blindfold, desperate to know what Kafka would do next. The coldness of the beads, the heat of the wax, it was uncertain what sensations would come next, but her hands rendered her immobile.
“How long…” Kafka let the candle fall lower, watching as Himeko squirmed as the wax once again touched her skin, “Until you submit to me?”
Himeko had never considered herself to be a masochist, always avoiding punishments whenever possible, and yet each drop of wax had her mind melting and cunt throbbing as if her body yearned to be pushed to its limits. There was something exciting in the unknown, and that thrilled Himeko to her core.
“Dear, Himeko,” Kafka sighed, another bead of wax falling onto her clit, “Don’t you wish to be free?”
Himeko felt her mind crumbling, any resistance drowned out by the deafening ache of her body. Every nerve was on fire, and her heart beat loudly between her legs. Her muscles spasmed, desperate to relieve herself but unable to find friction.
“Please!” She cried, lifting her hips for the demon.
Her words were sobs filled with breathy desperation, “Please… Just do something!”
“Remember your words, Sister Himeko,” Kafka clicked her tongue, looking over her work before putting the candle back in its place, “When you refuse my command, remember how you begged for my deliverance.”
This was not quite the submission she needed to be satisfied, but the walls surrounding Himeko’s heart were beginning to break. So for her reward Kafka leaned forward, her long, forked tongue slipping out from between her lips. Savoring every taste she took her time dragging it across Himeko’s skin, lapping up the forbidden juices that dripped freely.
“Wicked beast…” Himeko muttered, though her words were beginning to lack malice. They were no more threatening than a newborn cub’s first attempt at a roar, weak and cracking.
Kafka had no retort, keeping her mouth busy as she dragged the tip of her tongue across Himeko’s clit. The nun shuddered, whimpers pouring from her lips as she bucked her hips up into Kafka’s touch. The demon’s tongue was warm, bumped, and sent pleasant shivers up through her abdomen only to leave her cold and agitated when pulled away.
“Does this please you?” Kafka leaned forward, placing a kiss on Himeko’s clit before dragging her lips across her skin towards her inner thigh. There she buried her fangs, sucking at the supple skin as the blood trickled down.
“What is it that you want from me, demon?” There was pain in Himeko’s voice as her legs struggled against their restraints.
“I want you to offer me your body, your soul,” Kafka licked up the mark, her teeth cleanly imprinted in the other’s skin, “Renounce your god.”
“Never.” She had given up her body. She had given up her shame. Yet she still clung to her church like it was the only thing she had. After all, it was all she’d ever known.
“Hmph, have I not shown you enough?” Kafka scoffed, straightening her posture so that her hips were aligned with the writhing nun, “So greedy, and I thought Sisters were supposed to practice humility.”
“But fine, have it your way,” She sighed, pressing forward and rubbing her cock between Himeko’s folds, “We shall test that fortitude of yours.”
Kafka moved with precision, sliding her hands along Himeko’s sides with the intent to break her once and for all. She grasped her breasts, fondling them softly before pinching down hard on the nipples, eliciting shaky moans.
Himeko was desperate to cover her mouth to stifle her shame but was unable to do anything about it, relinquishing herself to Kafka who now leaned over her, wrapping her lips around Himeko’s breast. She suckled, tongue wrapping itself around the hard peak as she continuously pressed the tip of her cock inside, teasing and drawing out Himeko’s reactions.
It was just like her dreams but better as Himeko’s eyes lidded under her blindfold and she fell into a dreamlike stupor. How the demon knew her sweet spots before even she did she would never understand, but perhaps they truly were bound together by fate.
“Do you still resist?” Kafka lifted her head with a cheeky smile, but before Himeko could answer she thrust her hips forward, burying half of her length inside of the nun and watching Himeko’s face with intense interest as her brows furrowed and lips quivered.
The Sister had no words, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath as she searched her brain for a response, but she was running on pure adrenaline. All she could think about was the hot electricity that tickled her stomach, and how badly she wanted Kafka to reach deep inside of her and bring her salvation from this torment.
“So beautiful…” The demon cooed, her tail sneaking around her legs to toy with Himeko’s clit, “If only you could see yourself, Sister. You’re glowing like an angel.”
She sighed, pushing the rest of herself inside with one, quick movement, “But… it’s a shame you’re in bed with a demon.”
She pressed herself inside with ease; Himeko’s body was much too aroused for there to be any difficulty. It was practically begging to be filled, and Kafka let out a soft exhale as she was once again encompassed by the woman’s warmth.
“You make this difficult to enjoy,” Himeko huffed, though her body said otherwise, jolting upwards as the relief of being full sent electricity through her body. As much as she wanted to claim that Kafka’s voice was grating on her ears, each word rotted her brain with perverted desire.
“Mmm?” Kafka traced her claws down Himeko’s belly, gently scratching up her skin and leaving behind thin red lines, “What would you rather I say?”
“I wish for you to shut up!” She groaned, head falling to the side as she gasped. Kafka had begun thrusting her hips, pumping herself with no concern for how rough she was being. Her body smacked into Himeko’s, the sound echoing throughout the empty room almost as loudly as the wet depravity that squelched between them.
However, Himeko could not stay silent at all, not like her attempts at quieting herself had been very successful beforehand. Each thrust brought out shaky cries and desperate moans as she bit her tongue and prayed that her body could be a bit more discrete. Though the time for subtlety had left long ago; the shame of being spread on the altar had melted into the intense arousal of doing something she knew was forbidden.
“I suppose there are better uses for my mouth,” Kafka let out a soft chuckle before leaning back down over Himeko, grabbing her chin in her hand to guide her into a kiss. This time it was rougher, sloppier, the demon forcing her tongue deep into Himeko’s mouth.
It was clear the nun wouldn’t last much longer; her body had been teased for far too long, and it wanted nothing more than to climax. The succubus could feel the way Himeko’s body tightened around her, the irregularity of her breathing, and so in an act of cruelty she pulled out entirely causing Himeko to bite down hard on the demon’s tongue.
“Why?” The nun cried, voice cracking as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. She lifted her hips hoping to find Kafka, but the demon had removed herself, stepping back and hissing as the pain rippled through her mouth.
“I think you know why,” She wiped her lips, glaring down at the nun for she too was growing impatient with these games, “Are you ready to obey my will?”
Himeko whined, tension filling her body until it pulsed in her temples. Every fiber of her being wanted to submit, to give herself over fully. Yet there was still that nagging part of her brain that told her that this would only lead to her ruin.
“You must understand; I cannot,” There was no conviction in her voice anymore, just a sad whimper.
“You asked for a taste, and you have had your fill. Will you submit to me?”
Himeko sighed, her body falling limp, “You are but a monster; I could never tarnish my soul.” There was a sickly emptiness that permeated throughout her body. It went beyond her carnal desires and reached into a deeper place in her chest, one that had remained closed off. She yearned for a freedom she was never allowed, one that this demon could offer her, one that she was convinced was sin. Yet even when offered it she betrayed herself.
Kafka made a sound of disgust, ripping the fabric from Himeko’s ankles and then her wrists. For a moment she did nothing else, and Himeko wondered if perhaps it was over. That she’d won; she’d resisted the demon long enough to be let free. Though the ache persisted in her stomach, at least she’d remained faithful.
This moment of victory was quickly broken as Kafka commanded, a sharpness in her voice, “Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”
Himeko jumped at her voice, hesitating but unable to resist her orders. Slowly she sat up, turned herself around, and got on all fours like an obedient animal while facing where the congregation would normally be gathered. Though she knew not what to expect, it was clear that this game was not yet finished.
“I will make you believe,” Kafka took a breath before popping the top off of a bottle of holy oil, pouring it so that it’d drip between Himeko’s ass cheeks.
“You have already accepted me into your heart,” She set the bottle aside, holding Himeko open with her thumbs, “And I have devoted myself to your soul.”
Himeko exhaled, shivering as the cool oil dripped down her skin, “Yet I do not understand why you insist on claiming me; could you not have any person you desired?”
“You flatter me,” The demon laughed, pressing the tip of her tail against Himeko’s ass, slowly stretching it around her, “But it can only be you.”
Before Himeko could protest, Kafka spoke up again, “I want you to imagine something for me, Himeko. The sun is rising; it’s a beautiful morning, and the patrons are starting to come in for morning service.”
She realigned her hips, slowly pushing in until Himeko’s thighs started to shake, “But instead they’re greeted by one of their most devout nuns, splayed across their most sacred altar. Now of course only you can see me; so to them it would just look like you were masturbating like some harlot.”
She laughed, very slowly moving her hips in a way that was almost painful for Himeko, agonizingly shallow, “How does that make you feel, Sister? The idea that dozens of eyes could be glued to you? Watching your breasts sway each time my hips meet yours? Listening to how shamelessly wet you are as you spill over the altar like a sloppy mess?”
Himeko’s arms trembled under her weight, her stomach fluttering from the image. As terrible as it was to admit, the thought of being found like that only worsened the desire that tugged at her core.
“What do you think they’d do, hm? She hummed, grabbing a candle and once again letting the wax drip down Himeko’s back, “Some would scream, surely. Call you a sinful wench, perhaps have you arrested. Others? Well I’m sure they wouldn’t be able to help themselves.”
Himeko whined, the pain melting into a sick pleasure, her heartbeat so loud in her ears she could barely make out what Kafka was saying, but it didn’t matter. The picture was so vivid in her mind that her imagination could take over if it needed to.
Kafka’s free hand grabbed Himeko’s ass, claws digging into her skin, “They’d touch themselves to you, cumming in your holiest of places.”
Himeko’s eyes fluttered shut, concentrating on such an immoral picture. The patrons she’d come to know stripping themselves bare for her, watching her as she climaxed. She was practically screaming, nails digging into the wood as her voice filled the room. She was so close, body shaking, everything tensing.
“Now that is why,” Kafka sighed, slowing to a halt once again, though even her body was struggling to hold itself back, “Only a woman as sinful as you could be my equal.”
“Enough with your wretched games!” Himeko’s voice was strained, barely able to speak.She felt herself gone mad, barely able to sense anything other than the rippling heat that tore apart her body.
“Hmph,” Kafka watched as she trembled, “Well, Himeko, are you finally willing to give yourself up to me then?”
“Yes!” Himeko cried, lifting her ass higher into the air, “Yes! I will worship at your feet; I will do whatever you ask. Please, just end this!”
The nun couldn’t get anymore pathetic, sniffling and shaking at the demon’s hand. She had been broken, reduced to a whining mess that could come undone at any moment if only the succubus would have mercy.
“Ah, well since you asked so nicely,” That wicked smile returned to Kafka’s face as she wasted no time in shoving her cock deep inside of Himeko, tail pressing into her ass. With their newfound contract Kafka didn’t hold back, ramming into Himeko so hard the nun’s arms gave out until she was practically bowing, head held low and ass in the air, befitting of an obedient servant.
“What did I say, Himeko,” The succubus hissed, that wonderful tension rising inside of her, “You’d be begging for me to desecrate your womb eventually.”
It took no time at all for Himeko’s orgasm to tear through her, a violent tremor taking over her body as her mouth hung open, and her mind fell into a pleasant buzz. Her breath hitched, and she sang out a chorus of moans before falling into labored breath.
Kafka was quick to follow, hips jerking violently before leaving Himeko pleasantly full and marking her for herself. The warmth of her cunt was one that only Kafka would be allowed to know, and her womb would only be filled by the succubus that claimed her, a thought that exhilarated the demon.
Himeko was left panting, drooling out of the corner of her mouth as she lay there completely and utterly exhausted with a warm bliss that washed over and relaxed her muscles. Days of pent up energy exploded out of her in a euphoric rush that had her feeling both warm and numb as she struggled to breathe.
As Kafka pulled out, cum trickled out of Himeko onto the altar, and a bright, red mark emerged across the demon’s lower belly. She let out a contented sigh, warmth tickling her stomach as it emblazoned itself on her skin.
“Mm, are you satisfied, Sister Himeko?” She waited, but the nun gave no answer. She could barely calm her breath let alone speak, trembling in a pool of her own mess.
As tired as she was, it was as if a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. Both the persisting discomfort that the succubus had caused as well as the chains that bound her to this life. She had been relieved; she just never imagined that it would be a demon to do it.
“Well, hopefully you can pull yourself together before anyone finds you like this, yes?” Kafka turned, walking back towards the shadows from whence she came, “As lovely as this was, I have places to be, but don’t worry. Now that you’ve made a deal you’ll be seeing me soon enough.”
Her heels clicked against the floor once again, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure warping Himeko’s mind as her hands balled into fists at the side of her head, but as much as she wanted to chastise the demon for leaving her like that, no words could escape her lips. There was hardly a thought left in her head.
“Oh, and don’t be too needy while I’m gone,” Kafka’s laugh started to fade as she disappeared from the chapel, “But if you do, I’ll be watching.”