DO NOT READ THIS (POV switch: Dark sex ritual)

At the same time on the far side of the continent, in the Demon Kingdom of Vyan'far, fortress city Molosh’tor, temple to the Dark Twins…

There was loud chanting in ancient infernal, spoken from a dozen mouths. A pair of twin girls covered in religious tattoos kissed hungrily. They moaned into each other’s mouths as they did, eagerly gyrating their hips. One sister was getting her cunt licked by a third girl that lay on the stone altar below them, while her identical twin rode a dildo strapped to the waist of the third. All three of them had small horns, a tail, and red skin, but while the one laying down on the altar was of an almost pinkish hue, the two riding her face and crotch were scarlet. Even a fool could see that all three were Fallen.

The altar sat in a rectangular stone room without windows, its wall decorated with the inscriptions typical for an inner sanctum, telling the legends and myths pertaining to their pantheon. Normally, they would have been just etchings into stone, but due to the ongoing ritual, they were glowing faintly, pulsing with each moan of the two scarlet-skinned girls.

Everyone with even faint knowledge could have identified the twins as succubi. They had short, black horns on their forehead, pointed ears peeking out below their long, silky black hair, sharp black finger- and toenails as well as a long and thin spaded tail that ended in a black heart shape, sensually swishing side to side as their toes curled from pleasure. Just beneath their shoulder blades, a pair of cute little black batlike wings erupted, much too small to fly. Their small wings and short horns in particular meant that they were not purebred, but merely lesser succubi.

In better times, it had been common practice for powerful families to gift a daughter to the temple as a show of goodwill and to appease the Dark Twins. The girls were collared and kept as temple slaves, to be used in rituals such as this. Under normal circumstances, using anyone else but the enslaved, purebred daughter of a powerful noble family as the centrepiece and focal point of such an important ritual would have been seen as an insult, blasphemy against the dark gods.

But these times were long gone. After the late Demons King’s long war and eventual loss against the Army of Light, the temple could count itself lucky to even have access to a pair of lesser succubus twins, such slaves were rare nowadays. The pink girl laying below them on the altar was just a lowly fiend. And so were the other two, blue-skinned slavegirls, kneeling on the stone floor with their backs to the altar, each sucking feverishly on the cock of one of the twelve priests forming a circle around the hot lesbian display the succubus twins put on. They had no wings, their horns were more smooth, round stubs and their tails didn’t quite share the sensual elegance of their succubi cousins.

Neither the two blue fiends nor the pink one were anything special, but they served their purpose well. The two cocksuckers were gifted with a pair of plump, deep blue lips and they all had the long, thin tongues with split tips that were typical for some female fiends, almost like a snake. But other than a snake, they had an incredible amount of control over it and enough strength to stroke a cock, tonguejobs were a common occurrence amongst fiends, and many males envied the females for their ability to make a girl howl in pleasure by quite literally tickling her g-spot with her split tongue. An ability that right now flooded the senses of the lesser succubi riding her face with torturous pleasure; she couldn’t cum just yet. Her twin sister riding the strap-on didn’t fare much better: The fake cock was a relic, manufactured by the Ancient Folk and carefully preserved since their demise ages ago, now only used for rituals like this. Not only had its smooth material just the right mixture of softness and rigidity, it was also covered in vibrating nobs that could drive any girl insane!

In the circle surrounding the altar, one of the priests emptied his balls into the mouth of the blue slavegirl sucking him, temporarily interrupting his chant. She carefully licked him clean, coiling her long, flexible tongue around his shaft and jerking him a few times to make sure she got every last drop. Then she got up from her sore knees and skipped to the altar, the aphrodisiac burning in her veins.

Without swallowing, the diminutive blue fiend stood up, skipped to the altar and reached eagerly for the succubi twin riding the strap-on. Petite girls were preferred as slaves since they were easier to subdue, but this also meant that seemingly easy tasks were sometimes surprisingly hard, like kissing another slavegirl kneeling on an elevated position.

Fortunately for the fiend, the lesser succubus was much too aroused to let her squirm, not at least due to the aphrodisiac burning in her own veins. She swiftly broke off from sister before she kissed the blue slavegirl hungrily, drinking the priest’s cumload from her lips like a desert traveller might drink from a fountain.

Once she had all the cum in her mouth, even licking the sharp teeth and soft lips of the petite cocksucker clean, she dove right back to her identical twin, thrusting her tongue between the girl’s willingly parted lips, sharing the white cream. The fiend went back to the next priest and wrapped her soft lips around the lesser incubus’ hard member. She licked its underside for a moment and teased the head with the split tip before coiling her tongue around the shaft, just behind the tight seal of her lips as she began sucking. She was to get the priests off as quickly as possible, and in her experience that meant jerking them off with her tongue combined with a deep blowjob, so deep that the cockhead pressed against the back of her throat.

Just as her eyes began to tear from the exertion of suppressing her gag reflex, the other blue fiend received a mouthful of cum, got up, and transferred it to the succubus that got her pussy licked, so that the twins could continue their unending cum-kisses.

Two down, ten more to go!

By the time the last priest succumbed to the soft caress of the petite blue fiend’s soft tongue and filled her mouth with bis cum, the two succubi on the altar were teetering on the brink of collapse. Their bodies were glistening with sweat, panting heavily between their lustful moans and their formerly scarlet cheeks were now flushed crimson. No longer content with just kissing, they were now making out, squishing their full, round breasts against each other, each twin kneading the other’s sinfully soft butt cheeks like dough. The little blue slavegirl managed to catch their attention just long enough to deliver the cumload of the final priest into their mouths, before one sister had the idea to slip two of her graceful, dainty fingers into the tight, warm backdoor of her twin. She squealed from the pain of the sudden penetration and the sharp fingernails, but soon moaned even louder, now having both her welcoming holes stimulated. It didn’t take long for her to catch up and do the same with her sister, until both succubi were moaning and squealing with delight and a touch of pain.

They had shared and eventually swallowed eleven creampies since the beginning of the ritual, one for every priest. Only the head priest was left. The diminutive blue slavegirl who had just delivered the final priest's cumshot looked around. She quickly skittered over to the other slavegirl already sucking off the head priest and fell down to her knees. Both blue slaves were now desperately pleasuring the his giant member with their soft little mouths. One had her plump, cockpillow lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, taking him as deep into her throat as she could. The head priest’s hands were busy with arcane gestures, so he couldn’t hold the petite blue cocksucker down, but she still dutifully choked and gagged on his meat, only letting him out of her throat when she threatened to pass out. And even then, she wouldn’t let the thick dick slide out of her mouth entirely, only breathing through her nose.

At the same time, her fellow **** used her delicate, warm and wet tongue to lap eagerly at the head priest’s balls, utterly covering them in her saliva. Occasionally, she withdrew the long, snakelike appendage to plant a few wet kisses with her soft lips, even trying to suck his ball into her tiny, hot mouth, but failing due to their sheer size.

The head priest groaned. The little fiend’s throat was so damn tight! Not to mention how warm and wet both their tongues were! And so sinfully soft… the girl who was deepthroating him even had her tongue coiled around his shaft, stroking him sensually. Of course, he was aware that the slavegirls were only so eager to please him due to the burning aphrodisiac in their blood. But in his view, that only made it more erotic, nothing beats a girl that had her mind subdued by pure lust!

Interrupting his arcane gestures for a moment, he grabbed the head of the cocksucker and **** her back, until his stone hard dick was directly over her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and lustfully and submissively awaited his facial. In three, thick spurts he erupted over her face, a little of the white cream even landing on the other blue find, the one that tongued his balls.

As soon as he was spent, the girls quickly licked him clean and hurried over to the altar, each offering their face to one of the succubi. First, there were kisses, quickly followed by lustful licks as the twins licked every drop of the head priest’s cum from their cute blue faces. The slavegirl that had serviced his balls was plastered in much less cum than the other, and the twin who licked her was soon done and turned her attention to the other one, helping her sister lap up all the precious semen from the little fiend.

Now without a task to take care of, the already-cleaned fiend looked around. The aphrodisiac was still burning hot inside her veins; all five slavegirls had received a large dose prior to the ritual. After a moment, her eyes fell on the nethers of the pink fiend that lay on the altar, still pleasuring the succubus twins sitting atop her with her tongue and the ancient strap-on mounted to her hips.

Like all servant slaves that were not meant to be used as focal points in rituals, the pink girl had her cunt permanently closed via a series of welded-shut silver rings through both outer labia, ensuring that nothing more than a thin finger could penetrate her. Of course, that alone didn’t make sure that she wasn’t penetrated and impregnated, which would present a huge bother to the temple. Therefore, the priests had pierced them in this way, which greatly reduced the pleasure a slavegirl could feel and made orgasm impossible for most, or at least very hard to achieve. This way, the servants had much less incentive to try and circumvent their chastity piercings.

Feeling empathetic for the pink fiend whose predicament she shared, the blue slavegirl decided to kneel down and grant her at least a sliver of relief. She gently ran her hands over the creamy-pink thighs, spreading them apart so that she could bury her face between them. The pierced-shut pussy before her was drooling with pussyjuice, showing how **** its owner was for release after pleasuring the succubi atop her for so, with aphrodisiac in her blood no less! The blue girl knew that attempting to lick her red counterparts pussy was useless. Instead, planted a series of soft, wet kisses on her backdoor, provoking a series of lustful moans as she slipped the fingers of her free hand past her own pierced-shut pussy, into her tight asshole. For the first time since the start of the ritual, the pink fiend was enjoying herself!

She moaned and whimpered and squirmed, even more so as the blue slavegirl plunged her long, dexterous tongue deep inside her tight ass. With the added pleasure ‘motivating’ her, she licked even more intently at the succubus’ slit above her and thrust her hips to bury the ancient strap-on as deep in the other succubus’ twat as possible. Finally. the twins moaned and came.

A thunderclap echoed through the sanctum as they screamed out their orgasms, their eyes and religious tattoos glowing with (un-) holy light. All the priests’ eyes were locked on them, waiting for the revelation that was sure to occur after the successful performance of a ritual.

They waited.

And then suddenly…

The light faded.

Nothing had happened.

The fiends rose up from their positions and began to walk away, carrying the exhausted succubi with them.

How could that be?! The priests were enraged and confused. Had their ritual gone wrong? Their offering refused? Had it not been enough? Discussions broke out as they blamed each other for the failure of the ritual that had been their last hope in this unending war.

Only the head priest stood quiet. Thinking. Even as another **** ran into the inner sanctum, highly agitated and screaming of something, he simply blasted the messenger with dark magic. The life of another fiendish **** was simply meaningless in the face of this ritual. Not that a greater demon like the head priest had ever really cared about them to begin with.

The ritual had not failed, the head priest was certain of that. The glow, the thunderclap, that all were signs of success. And Carnachias, the goddess who the ritual was aimed to please, *never* refused an offering, unlike her sister Melanoche who was known to sometimes even smite those who didn’t please her. So, why didn’t the dark goddess of depravity answer their prayers?! How could a ritual succeed, and yet fail?!?

He didn’t understand it. And yet, there was a possibility. Just one. The head priest’s eyes widened, and his pupils dilated. He began to laugh manically as he finally understood.

Another messenger entered the sanctum. He had only one arm left, and a large part of his torso was missing where his arm should have been. Soon, he would die, just like the other messenger before him. But this time, with his last breath, he managed to deliver the message that had been urgent enough to interrupt the priesthood twice: “The light has come."