At a convent

Danya was disoriented for a moment, but was snapped out of her reverie by an insistent knocking sound. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she looked around and took in her surroundings. She was in a fairly small bedroom, much like a college dormitory's. The furnishings were simple yet comfortable, and religious paraphernalia adorned the walls. Turning to the closet, she saw a series of nun's habits, with just a couple of pairs of jeans and basic t-shirts hanging as well.

The knocking sound was coming from the door, now followed by a voice. "Novitiate Daniela? Please open the door!" came the pleading but soothing voice. "This is Sister Mary!"

Danya smirked, knowing exactly what role she was playing and who Sister Mary really was. Looking down at her voluptuous demonic form, she willed herself to appear human and then grabbed a habit from the closet. Putting it on with nothing underneath, she answered the door.

"Daniela!" Mary said with relief. "I was really beginning to worry!"

"I'm not the one you need to be worried about," Danya whispered under her breath with an evil chuckle. "Thank you for coming, sister," she feigned innocently. "I have a... problem that I think only you can help me with. After all," Danya went on, "You have helped so many girls."

Sister Mary blushed slightly at the compliment. "I'm only doing the Lord's work, novitiate. Now how can I help you?" Mary sat on Danya's bed in an attempt to make the novitiate feel more comfortable and relaxed. Danya followed suit, sitting so that her leg was actually touching the nun's. Mary was obviously uncomfortable, but had sat so close to the edge of the bed that there was no room to slide away. Not wanting to create an awkward scene, she stayed put. At that moment, Danya knew that her plan would succeed.

"It's hard to talk about, sister," she explained. "My body has these strange... feelings. It's difficult to put them into words."

"What kind of feelings, Daniela?" Mary asked. "Try to explain them to me."

"Well, I..." Danya stopped for effect, then started unbuttoning her habit. Seeing the nun's eyes grow wide, she said, "I think if I show you what I mean, it will make it easier." Not expecting to be **** by a disguised she-demon, Sister Mary allowed Danya to continue. As Danya shed her habit, revealing her naked body, Mary was taken aback. Danya's body was perfect--the very essence of youthful female health and sensuality. Even as an angel Mary was tempted by the pleasures of the flesh, and seeing this young girl in all her glory sent a wave of sinful temptation through her angelic body.

Danya cupped a perfect breast in her hand and looked down at the still-seated nun. "Part of it is here, sister..." she breathed quietly. Her other hand snaked down her toned torso and reached between her legs. "But also here..." Her first hand squeezed a hardening nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and there was now no doubt that she was trying to seduce the angel disguised as a nun.

"I'm afraid... Well I'm going to have to... Ummm..." Mary stammered. "Can't you help me?" Danya asked breathlessly. "With these... feelings?" The last word came out as little more than a breath of air as Danya advanced on the nun. Without a word of protest from the angel, she stuck her other perfect breast in Mary's face. The nun tentatively licked it, flicking Danya's tantalizing nipple.

"That's it, sister," she cooed as she leaned in, leaving the nun **** but to engulf the breast with her mouth. Mary suckled as if in a trance, completely unprepared for the erotic **** she'd faced since entering the novitiate's room. Danya reached a hand behind the nun's head and stroked her hair as the angel continued to suck. Danya's other hand got busy on her pussy, stroking her clit and readying herself for what was to come. Just thinking about it made her body shudder in anticipatory pleasure.

Misreading the shudder, Mary pulled away. "Does it feel that good?" she asked, her doe-eyes looking up at Danya. "Ooooh, yes..." the demoness replied. "Let me show you..." With that she reached down to remove Mary's habit, and also the unsexy, boring bra she had on underneath. The woman's body, however, was worthy of an angel's--almost as nubile as Danya's own. Danya got on her knees in front of the nun and leaned up to suckle a breast. As her tongue began to work on the nipple and surrounding tit-flesh, Mary let out little moans and squeaks of pleasure. It was clear the angel was sensitive and erotically charged--easy prey.

"Lean back, sister," Danya requested after pulling away from the breast. "Why?" the woman answered, but Danya gently pushed her back on the bed, her legs still dangling off the edge. The demoness slid the nun's plain white panties off and discarded them, then leaned in to inhale the musky aroma emanating from her pussy. "What are you going to... OOOOHHHH!" All rational thought was erased from the nun's mind as Danya leaned in for some cunningulal action. Of course an expert in all things sexual and perverted, Danya was a perfect rug-muncher. She used her lips and tongue to perfect effect, driving the previously unspoilt angel crazy with lust. Mary lay helpless on the bed, her eyes closed so that she could focus wholly on the plesaurable feelings Danya was causing. Three times Danya drove her to the edge of orgasm, only to back away, leaving the disguised angel writhing in unrealized ecstasy.

Finally, deciding the time was right, Danya slid herself sensually up Mary's body. She leaned down to kiss the prone angel, letting the nun taste her own pussy juices which were smeared all over Danya's face. "Do you want this?" Danya asked, breaking away from the kiss for a moment.

"Oh, yes," was the angel's breathless reply. Danya smirked evilly, and with a thought shed her human disguise. Now it was her red, scaly form over the eager nun's, her horned head and tail looking down on the soon-to-be-corrupted innocent below her. Danya willed her clit to grow, and it quickly engorged itself into the form of a large cock. As the appendage took on a life of its own and pushed against Mary's cunt, the nun (eyes still closed) asked, "What's that?"

"Open your eyes and see, sister," Danya taunted. With lust still evident in every feature of her face, the prone nun cracked her eyes open, then flew them open upon seeing the demoness. Danya smothered her scream with a kiss, her forked tongue intertwining with the nun's helpless one. Once she was satisfied the initial shock had worn off, she released the kiss. Her dick strained at the entrance to Mary's pussy, while the snatch itself was leaking fluid onto the bed below.

"You said you wanted this, sister," Danya teased. "And I know you still do." As if to punctuate the statement, she rubbed her hips up and down, slipping her massive member against Mary's oh-so-sensitive clit, eliciting a squeal. "Give yourself to me."

It was said as a statement, almost as a command. Mary knew she should resist. Some part of her knew that unless she gave in that the demoness would not be able to enter her, and that once she did she would lost forever. But Danya had done her work well, driving the sensual nun to heights of pleasure from which she could not easily turn away. "Do you want this?" Danya hissed, and with a barely perceptible nod of the head Mary revealed her decision. "Say it, bitch!" the she-demon ordered, and the angel meekly complied. "Yes! I want it!"

"Tell me that you want to be fucked, that you want ME to fuck you!"

"Fuck me, please!" The angel was using language never before uttered from her lips.

"Then lift your hips and take me like the slutty whore you are," Danya snarled. She pushed her throbbing cockhead against Mary's holy portal as the angel lifted her hips, and with a sucking sound entered her previously unspoilt chamber. With a merciless thrust Danya punched forward, tearing Mary's hymen and causing the woman to shriek in pain and surprise. As droplets of blood joined the pussy juices falling onto the bed beneath the angel's spread legs, Danya began to pump.

Pain quickly gave way to pleasure, and eventually ecstasy as the fallen angel gave herself wholly to the humping. Soon the two women were furiously thrusting their hips against one another, grunting and moaning with animalistic abandon. Danya reveled in the **** of an angel, the complete defiling of one of the most pure and innocent creatures in the universe. Mary herself was simply lost in lust, completely overwhelmed by the physical pleasure her body was receiving. Her own human form had melted away, revealing the angelic features beneath, but now those too were changing. Her snow-white wings, smothered under her as her body rocked from the furious fucking, turned a deep, dark black and grew slick as opposed to light and feathery. Her golden halo, which originally shone with a bight golden hue, faded away as two black horns erupted from the top of her forehead. Her eyes, which had been pure and blue, turned inky, solid black. Finally, her petite feet transformed into cloven hooves as they stood splayed in the air, shaking with each thrust of her corrupting demoness.

"You are mine now, forever!" declared Danya between vigorous thrusts. Mary, lust etched on her face, simply hissed her reply, "Yessssss!" As good as Mary's virgin cunt felt, it's sucking walls engulfing her clit-dick with pleasure, Danya knew that spurting seed into it was her mistress' sole prerogative. Just as she was about to shoot her load, then, she pulled her cock free, grabbed it in her hand, and sent streams of unholy jism spurting all over the prone fallen angel. The first wads made it all the way to the wanton woman's face, stringing black strands of demon spunk in her hair, on her nose, and across her cheeks. Successive bursts landed similar strings on her tits, stomach, and legs.

Looking down at her cum-covered slut, Danya smiled in wicked satisfaction. Her mistress would be pleased, indeed...