Purely F****** Sinful

Chapter 11

"Are you sure I'll be safe here?"

Tracy peered nervously around the grand church with high vaulted ceilings. Its tall stained glass windows emanated bright colors despite the outside darkness.

"Yes, Tracy. I can't let you go home just yet. Not until I find who captured you."

"What about the police? What is going on?"

Father Thomas put his hand on her shoulder. "All you need to know is that you are safe here. I need you to trust me."

Tracy looked into his eyes. "I trust you. You saved my life, Thomas."

She had such a cute innocent smile. His mind started to wander as he brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes.

Tracy leaned in. "I want to thank you for saving me."

His eyes widened. A small slender hand cupped his genitals.

"I um... really need to..."

"Please?" she pleaded softly, lowering down to her knees. "There's no one else around, is there?"

She wasa cute girl. A little old for his taste, but she was willing and legal.

He did not resist when Stacy unfastened his belt and pulled his black trousers down slightly. His eyes rolled back into his head when he felt her warm wet mouth engulf his swollen, throbbing c**k. Her mouth glided back and forth across his full length. Occasionally, she would stop, to let a string of saliva running from his tip to her mouth dribble down her chin. Oh, she was a dirty girl!

This couldn't be her first time, he thought. She was very good at it -- almost too good.

so much so that he had forgotten his duty. He could only focus on was how well this young girl sucked him. He looked down to see Stacy play with her p***y under her skirt. She was enjoying this as much as he was!

Tracy's oral pace picked up as she teased herself. The slurping noises of fellatio and Tracy's mewling filled the church's holy cavernous space. Father Thomas felt his balls swell, and his c**k twitch.

"Ah, ooh!"

Tracy stopped as she felt his c**k give the sign he was about to full her mouth with his hot c*m. She had more "thanking" to do.

She stood, and led the priest to a nearby pew. After sliding her panties to the floor, she sat him down and crawled into his lap. She unbuttoned her shirt.

Her breasts were not large, not more than a handful. But these modest mounds were pert and perky, with long hard n*****s that could cut glass. The priest helped himself to her sharp nips, suckling with a primal need. His hand went under her skirt and felt her wetness. He inserted a finger inside her, and then another. She ground her p***y against his intruding digits.

Tracy rose above him and straddled his hips. She reached under her skirt and aimed his c**k head towards her dripping s*x. She lowered herself on him just an inch, teasing him mercilessly, while placing her hands on his prayer beads.

"What are these?" she asked.

Thomas struggled to divert his mind from her tightness for a moment so he could speak. "They are prayer beads, symbols of a holy order."

Tracy smiled at him. "Can you put them on me?"

He hesitated. "They are never meant to leave my neck. Doing so is sacrilege to my order."

Tracy slowly lowered herself down on his aching c**k. "Please?" she pouted, "I'll give them right back."

His little mushroom shaped head overrode the one atop his shoulders. Her little, hot tight p***y convinced him to part with the beads. He placed them around her neck as she pressed against his pelvis.

She smiled. "They look good on me, don't they?"

"Yes," he hissed, thrusting deep inside her.

"You know, this is one of the kinkiest roleplays I've ever done."

Father Thomas looked at her, confused. "Roleplays?"

"Oops! Sorry! Oh, now what were the words I was supposed to say? Oh yeah!"

Tracy cleared her throat. "Shinku Oni Demonica!"

He froze. His expression was one of complete shock.

"No. No!" he shouted.

The beads around Tracy's neck responded to her spoken words, glowing brightly. The priest scrambled to remove them but they were quickly absorbed into Tracy's skin.

"Wha-? What's happening to me!?" she screamed.

Her skin was burning hot. Her p***y, still around Father Thomas' c**k, was even hotter. She began to convulse; he tossed her to the side.

"Help... me!" she pleaded, her eyes now a pale yellow in color, and feline.

He stood back and watched helplessly as the sweet young girl's body transformed. Her skin shed off, leaving new vibrant red skin underneath that looked like the worst sunburn possible. Sharp tiny horns extended outward from her temples. Her fingernails grew into sharp black claws. A long thin tail slithered out from under her skirt.

"Devilkin," Father Thomas muttered.

Tracy stopped convulsing and lay still on the floor, breathing heavily. She still resembled her former self -- a little. Her hair was still blonde, and managed to stay in those tight pigtails after her violent transformation. Her body was more toned than before, however, with washboard abs and athletic legs. Her breasts seemed to have swelled slightly as well.

The priest moved slowly and quietly toward a font of holy water near the entrance of the church. If he could get to it in time he...

Tracy, now a fully formed she-devil, pounced on top of him. They struggled, but her super-human strength overpowered him. She pinned him to the floor beneath her body. Her inhuman yellow eyes stared into his. A very long forked tongue parted her lips. She licked the side of his neck and cheek.

Just then, the front door of the church flew open with a loud crash! All he could hear was the clopping of heels against the marble floor. Then, the sweet aroma of perfume filled his nostrils.

"Your lust has gotten you into quite a predicament, Crusader."

Above him, he saw a dark haired woman. She stood over him and he could peer right up her black dress, her perfect little peach clearly visible.

"You! You're the succubus that's been terrorizing this city!" he cried.

"I am indeed," Angel said. She grinned wickedly and walked closer to Tracy. Tracy purred when Angel ran her hand through the new she-devil's hair. Tracy rubbed her face against her mistress' leg like an affectionate kitten.

"It's funny what college girls will do for a large sum of money," Angel said. "Give them a wad of useless paper, and they're willing to pretend to be younger than they really are, to be chained to a wall, to follow a stranger to a church, seduce him out of his prayer beads, and say a few 'magic words'. Although, she was unaware those words were a demon transformation spell."

"Curse you, demon! This girl is innocent!" The priest roared.

"Hardly," Angel scoffed. "Do you think she was born with that amazing c**k-sucking ability? Please..."

Tracy moved down Father Thomas's body, his c**k still out in the open. He hadn't time to put himself away. She swallowed his c**k in one gulp. Her mouth was hot like a moist massage towel. It did not burn -- but it was certainly close. He vainly tried to move; Angel's magic held him in place.

"What do you plan to do with Anthony Harvey?" he asked. "It isn't like a succubus to play with her food."

Angel smiled wickedly. "Oh, I have big plans for Anthony, don't you worry."

She looked down at Tracy, sucking the priest c**k with wanton abandon. He continued to struggle but it was no use.

"What's the matter, Crusader? I thought you liked them young. Why, she's barely ten minutes old. Doesn't get much younger than that! And look at how skillfully she pleasures you."

There was no denying his pleasure. The way her hot, long tongue coiled around his c**k while her mouth bobbed up and down was unsurpassed. He was simultaneously being sucked and stroked.

Angel swatted Tracy on the head. "But newborn devilkin lack discipline."

Tracy released Thomas's member and cowered against her mistress, perched on all fours. Angel slipped out of her dress and flexed her wings while her horns extended. Her tail whipped between her legs and wrapped around Tracy's neck like a makeshift leash. Tracy did not resist; she sat completely still.

"That's a good girl."

Angel used her tail to pull Tracy closer to her by the neck. The devilkin's face was drawn directly to Angel's p***y. Father Thomas stared helplessly.

Tracy pleasured her mistress with long licks, up and down her demonic nethers, from her tight rosebud to her swollen c**t. Angel moaned loudly in pleasure as her pet sucked and licked at both holes and between and beyond. Tracy's tongue then penetrated her mistress' p***y, snaking its way deep into her core.

Angel exploded in a supernaturally powerful orgasm. The stained glass windows of the church shattered with her ecstatic climactic, pleassure filled cry.

The alluring demon turned her gaze to the priest, now lightly covered in shards of glass. "I haven't forgotten about you, poor Crusader."

His heart pounded. He knew his fate. It was all his own damn fault. Guilt, remorse, and fear filled his mind.

"Oh heavenly father, please forgive me!" He prayed.

"Shhh," Angel said. "No one is going to spare you for what you've done."

Angel climbed atop the priest helpless body. His hard and ready c**k sank deep inside her. She rose, and slid up and down his shaft rapidly, coating him with her unholy juices. Her p***y was sopping wet from Tracy's tongue. She slammed against his pelvis with unparalleled ferocity. Father Thomas' body betrayed him, giving in to the infinitely blissful pleasure her warm, tight, soaked, s*x provided. Against his will, he thrust into her, desperately trying to clear his mind of all arousal.

He failed. It was too much for any man. He tensed, prepared to send his seed as well as his soul straight to hell.

Angel felt his c**k twitch inside her. He was ready. The moment he began to release his sticky c*m into Angel, she plunged her hand deep into his chest. The pain was completely unnoticeable compared to the pleasure of his final release. She pulled out his bleeding heart and held it in front of his eyes before those eyes shriveled into dust. His soul, as well as his heart, now belonged to her.

She stood and snapped her fingers in one hand while holding Father Thomas's heart in the other. His remains caught fire. the priest burned completely to ash while Tracy watched, enthralled by the flames. Angel ran her hand through her pet's hair while gazing at the heart in her hand that bled down her arm.

"One down, two to go."

With her new pet crawling in tow, Angel's heels echoed against the walls of the chapel as she exited.