A Clean sister

The morning after found you in stillness in spite of the night before. Xalia and Glenda had separated from you earlier “going in search of breakfast”, an arrangement that did not ill suit your needs for time alone. Silent prayers had had been uttered towards the goddess, an act that was both comforting in its repetition and empty since the loss of the burning rose. The act itself leading you to your next morning ritual of bathing. Unlike the heated baths, soaps and robes of the abbey, the gentle gurgling of the woodland creek was all the accoutrements available to you now for bathing. Shedding your robes wrapped your creamy skin in the chill of the morning outdoor air, an act that left a subtle rosyness to your body that some what hid the freckles peppering your shoulders and body.

The brisk temperature brought a deep breath further expanding your large breasts. Their generous curves sprouting from your athletic body, forming robust youthful globes topped with pink lustful buds. Small red marks on them left by Xalias talons indicated that they were no longer your own. Their copious circumference ended in a deep plunge down your belly, flat and powerful after years of hard training as paladin to be. Kneeling into the cool waters you wash the dried remanence of demonic spunk left on your body from your rutting the day before. The cool water soothing the light bruises on your round hips, where Xalia had grabbed tight during her frantic fucking of you. Although the spunk washed away the dark demonic glyphs remained along with that red rune like an ugly scar in the center. A reminder that made you shiver about what was and what was not.

Diving your fingers further south proved to be the surprise of your day, mingled with the crimson fan of your nethers were dark glossy drops of iridescent color. Hard like porcelain and often pointy they stuck to your velvety hairs, and persisted to stay in place no matter the persuasion you applied, sighing you pulled the blade of St Magdelena free and gently removed the furry patch over your quim. As each swipe of the blade revealed virgin skin of your throbbing pussy, you reflected on how it all got there.

That night a frenzy of fucking ensued as you and Xalia tried to disprove the red omen. Xalia brutally ravaged your cunt many times in an effort to make her seed “take”. Frustrated and tired of lying in inverted positions, Glenda offered her pussy and mouth to Xalias insatiable cock just to give you the money shot. Xalia in the end transformed into her full demonic form, standing taller than most men. Her eyes glowed crimson as horns and talons and body developed the same iridescent material being scraped from your sore muff. The awesome sight of a demoness in dark battle regalia held nothing to her tool between her legs. It’s length and girth grew to match her true size, and covered in it’s own plating of this unusual material made it’s spiney mass intimidating for mortal and immortal. Xalia commanded Glenda to hold you down as she placed her thick shaft at your oozing entrance. And as if losing your virginity for a second time she plundered your puss with a spear spanning over a hand length. Gutteral cries escaped you as your hands gripped Xalia, and Xalia gripped your hips. Your love box enveloped that strange penis full of spines, as it ruthlessly worked your womb. Every Time Xalia dragged her tool out your body held on to keep it in place, Sweat drenched your quivering body as Xalia deposited her final load into you. In the darkness Xalias cock flashed through your skin and the golden glow of spunk entering your womb made the mark on your belly shine unusually. So wasted from your other efforts you could not even come at the event, you simply had become Xalias fuck toy in that moment. The red glyph simply returned, and Xalia said “no more, you’ll soul will die if we keep doing this” and at that she pulled you into her arms and soothed you as best she could.

With all the hair removed your vagina showed the signs of your voluntary ****. Digging your fingers gingerly into your pussy, you drew out the last pieces of Xalias hard spunk from your quim leaving you feeling somewhat empty. With that final act you were cleaned from the night’s despoiling, and a new resolution settled on you. You are going to Gerlangen and you are going to put an end to the demon who started all of this for you. Now if you could only find your two other lover’s...