Desires become plans

In the days after your release at the hands of Rosita, and her mouth, your experiences have been rather mixed. Thankfully, you haven't had any dreams, and therefore no more trips to the Demonic realm for more ****. Curiously though, your demonic cock has never strayed from it's erect state, causing you to wear your robes differently to hide its presence. Nothing you seem to do will return it to its normal, flacid behavior, and that in turn has caused you to think about it more than you normally would. More than once, your mind has wandered to thinking of jerking off. It's been quelled by memory, remembering vividly how little it helped and only made the problem worse.

The facts of the matter don't always stand up to emotion, as you find now, the children having been let out to play in the late afternoon sun. Your mind wanders to what did resolve your predicament; sex with Rosita. You look back with great fondness the waves of pleasure that coursed through you as you came on her, and wonder if she could yet do that again. You're certain she could, and not just with her mouth. With a cock that's always erect, you could fuck her until she begged you to stop, until her body was incapable of moving and every inch of every orifice was sore. A deep moan slipped out of your mouth as you imagine this further, your hands now firmly grasping your erection from the outside of your robes.

A sudden jolt at the door pulled you into the present moment, and your hands retract in a flash. It was Rosita herself, running in with something immensely heavy in both arms

"Demetria! Sister Demetria! You have to see this!" Before you could inquire further, she plops the item in question on your desk with a great thud. It's a huge tome, dated but well kept.

"It's a book..." You respond flatly, not sure what to make of this.

"Of course it's a book, silly, but take a look inside..." She opened it slowly, thumbing through the pages, moving quickly past the multiple ribboned bookmarks inside, until she found the page that she wanted. You shift in your seat and lean forward, trying to figure what is being presented to you. Some of the characters in this alphabet seem roughly familiar, but the overall understanding is lost to you.

"I'm sorry Rosita, but I don't know this language, you'll have to explain it to me."

"Oh, sorry! It's instructions for a spell. A complex, ritualistic spell, that can help. You know, with your problem..." Rosita danced around the actual topic, fearing someone else may come into the room.

"How does this help with that?" You ask with an incredulous look

"The spell is called Bind Demon, it's supposed to control demons and demonic influence."

"But, I'm not a demon Rosita, not really. This won't affect me at all."

"Someone's rather sure of themselves for not being able to read the spell at all. You have demonic blood in you, to say nothing of the demonic curse. This could be the key to releasing it from you, for good."

"Okay..." You start, still incredibly doubtful "Even if this spell does what it's supposed, I don't know the first thing about arcane magic. Neither do you, or anyone else in the clergy. The Archdeacon would certainly have a fit if he knew what you were thinking about." This triggers a new line of thinking "Wait, this couldn't possibly have come from our library. This sort of thing is forbidden. Rosita, where did you even find this?"

Rosita responds nonverbally, leaning forward and giving you a big kiss, a kiss you reflexively meet with full ****. Just as you start to lose yourself in the moment, she pulls away "let me worry about that. I'm here to help, and that's all that matters."

You feel your reservations fall away as you long for her touch again "Okay..." You reply, conforming to her idea "So, what do we do next?"

"That's the fortunate part! Some old friends of my family are in town, and they know how to do this!"

"So, you mean..." You start with the next thought, to which Rosita picks up

"We'll need to leave the Cathedral late at night" Rosita walks around the desk and kisses you again, leaning down to slowly stroke your cock through your robes "And when we're all done, we can have the night to ourselves..." She whispers

"Okay" You agree without thinking, your hips starting to buck up to match her stroking. Rosita giggles as she pulls away "ahh! not yet!" You whimper in protest, but submit "Fine, tonight than..."

"Excellent, look forward to it" Rosita takes her book away and walks out, leaving you alone with your thoughts, which quickly turned to lust. Your work having been done for now, you retire to your room, and begin masturbating in earnest. As before, your stroking only proves to build tension. You let go as your frustration builds, and try to keep yourself busy until night. The clergy isn't supposed to leave the Cathedral after sundown, and only leave on official business, so in between the fantasies, the anxiety of breaking multiple rules at once causes your heart to race. You stay in your room until Rosita knocks on your door, proceeding to lead you out of the Cathedral and into the city. The evening is eerily quiet and cold. Rosita expertly leads you down a series of narrow streets, far away from the Cathedral, and into the back door of a rather upscale home.

"Rosita! How do you know where you're going so well, who are these people?" You start to protest on arrival. Rosita appears immune to your anger, and knows just how to soothe you.

"Sshhhhh, don't worry." As she kisses your neck and fondles your breast "You're among people who are here to help. Everything else is irrelevant. Now, follow my lead, and get undressed"

"Wh-what? Why?" You don't protest too much, your hands moving to keep Rosita in place

"It's part of the ritual. Don't worry, I'll be with you every step of the way." You both undress together in the small room. Your growing desire seems near impossible to restrain as you see Rosita naked. You rush to her, feeling her soft body. With expert familiarity, she wraps her hands around your cock, stroking softly

"I envy this monster so bad, and you for having it. Just a little longer Demetria, and everything will be as it should be, now, follow me..." You walk through a doorway and find yourself in a large room, lit by dim candlelight at different points of the two occult circles drawn on the floor. There's a small group of human men, themselves naked, except for the skull masks they wear. Only one speaks, and his words are short.

"Each of you sit in the center. The ritual is about to commence. Whatever happens, you must remain perfectly still."

You do as instructed and sit on your knees. You close your eyes and try to push the thoughts of fear and worry out. You try to pray to Phoenica, but your thoughts are weak, there seems to be no spirit listening to you as there normally feels. The men around you begin to chant in a mysterious language, starting quiet and rising in volume. Your body feels...strange. There is a magic aura around you, you recognize that much. You feel a wind swirling all corners of your body, and your mind. With a great shout and a purple flash in the room, there is a deafening silence. You open your eyes slowly, trying to get a sense of any changes. You don't seem any different, inside or outside. Just as you opened your mouth to begin to ask a question, you realize how suddenly and completely you were deceived...

You look next to you at Rosita, whose pale white skin has turned a purplish-red hue. Her raven black hair is pulled back and framed by two narrow horns. Her dainty feet replaced with hooves. They didn't remove the demonic taint from you, they transformed her into one!

"You monsters!" You leap to your feet "What kind of curse did you lay upon her! You should all burn for what you did!" You begin to throw a bunch, which is nimbly missed. The man you attacked simply raises a hand in defense, and your body magically stops "Silence, child of the demon. This was always what was intended. She not only desired this, but volunteered for it."

"What?" You ask, in utter disbelief "That's impossible! Why-"

"Would someone want to be a demon?" Rosita asked as she rose to her feet, showing that she has mirrored you in more ways than one. She two has grown a cock, nearly as large as yours, fully erect "Because they have the ultimate power, and the ultimate freedom. They seek to spread that power to all other people, and all other planes, but are unjustly imprisoned..."

"You're..."

"not really a member of the Phoenician church? No. I played my part to keep my parents and the law happy, but this is always who I was, who I wanted to be. Is this not better?" She coyly said as she stroked her cock, fully erect, her body shivering at the new sensation "Don't you want me even more this way? Admit it, you want nothing more than to feel this hard cock deep in your ass. I can do that for you. We can be the start of a wonderful change in this world, if you choose to join us now, and forever..."