As long as you live, you will resist!

Your mind flashes to the beautiful, porcelain face of the statue of the Burning Rose in the War Mother's study. Those sapphire blue eyes stared at you during many disciplinary meetings with Gisella over the years. Now you see them again in your mind, chastising you for allow yourself to be lulled by desire. For nearly giving in to the grotesque pleasure of the flesh this daemon offers you in its innards.

Your grip tightens on the sword of Saint Magdalena. The blade begins to vibrate in your hand. The tentacles wrapping around you seem to sense that something is happening and they attempt to wriggle into your fist and pry the sword from your grasp. It is too late. As they make contact with the shaking sword, they burst into flames. The fire follows each tentacle touching your body back to the flesh walls like ten burning fuses. The leech groans around you and the walls contract. You spill into the wriggle tentacles and immediately plunge the sword into the flesh beneath you.

The holy energy of the Burning Rose begins to spread to the leech's inner walls, crackling around you and revealing new layers of tissue and organs that also catch fire. You wrap your arm around Vala's waist and drag the catatonic sister out from the wall. The suction cups pop from her breasts and distended nipples and milk dribbles down to her belly. You swing the sword and sever a dozen more tentacles that try desperately to disarm you.

The three women already fused to the leech disappear with him into the fire. Their souls are already too corrupted to be saved. A rent appears in the shuddering wall of flesh behind you and you stumble out with Vala in your arms.

You collapse together in the aphrodisiac slime as the huge daemon is completely consumed in holy fire. It manages one final scream of bestial agony and disappears into smoke and drifting ash.

Vala, sputtering and spitting out slime, begins to moan. You kneel beside her, stroking her back and asking her if she is alright. She looks up at you with madness in her eyes and she lurches at you and begins to kiss you on the lips.

"Vala, stop it," you cry, your hands slipping on her slime-coated body. "You've been driven wild by this...mmmphhhhmmmm..."

Whatever you were trying to say is forgotten as the plump sister begins to rub her slime-covered body against you, her soft breasts bressing down on you and her thigh thighs squeezing against your legs. Her kiss is inescapable and hot and hungry and your tongue explores her mouth as your hands reach up and find her voluptuous body.

"Suck them," she moans. "My breasts hurt so much...ohhh...sister, suck them for me."

"Yesss," you gasp. "Yessss, let me...mmmm...taste them!"

She lifts her plump breasts and leans over you to dangle them in your face. You grab them with both hands and squeeze them. You are instantly rewards with warm sprays of mother's milk against your lips. You open your mouth wide and taste the sweetness of her cream. You clamp your lips over one fat, raw nipple and begin to suckle. Immediately, hot milk is gushing across your tongue and filling your mouth. As fast as you can swallow, more is spurting out.

"Ohhhhh, yes, sister. Thank you. Goddess...it was so tight." She writhes atop you, moaning loudly as you suck the milk from her fat breast. She slips the fingers of one hand between her thighs and begins to masturbate herself as you drain her breast. Her other hand slides between your legs and you spread them for her, giving her access to your aching slit and the hard bud of your clit.

You do not know Vala well and that hardly matters at this moment. Left equally yearning from the leech daemon's slime, you are no in a state of overheated arousal that can only answered with caressing and suckling and grinding your bodies together in a most inappropriate way. You pop your lips free of her nipple to gasp loudly as she rubs at your clit. Milk overflows your lips and trails down your cheeks. You quickly seek her other nipple and resume your sucking and drinking.

"Oh, sister, yes. You suck them so well. Mmmmm...let me suck yours now!" Vala pops her swollen nipple from your lips and slithers down your body to lick and suck at your nipples. They are small, atop your pert mounds, and you have no milk to feed her. But Vala's hand is merciless and as her hot mouth pleasures your nipples, her fingers stroke at your clit until you are arching and whining with ecstasy.

"Goddess! Forgive me!" you cry as you grit your teeth and cum hard against Vala's fingers. Vala must find almost simultaneous ecstasy at her own hand as she throws back her head and cries out madly, writhing and bouncing atop you as her ample body is wracked with pleasure.

You collapse together, entangled and painting, bodies still slippery with slime.

"You must go to the caves," you moan. "Helena...she took the neophytes there. You must escape to the caves."

"Yes," moans Vala. "You are coming, aren't you?"

"The sword," you pant. "I must take it to the High Abbey."

Vala nods, her pretty face still flushed with her pleasure as she forces herself up from the slime-drenched ground. You both look at the smoldering pile of the dead leech.

"Farewell, sister," she says and departs. Your mind is still polluted with the filth of the leech and you watch her luscious bottom jiggle as she goes.

Inside the barn, you see that the sister's horse, Aegis, is still in his paddock. Unless you have something better to do, it is time you begin your journey to the High Abbey at Gerlangen.