Mark's worshippers

Mark smiled widely, as his tongue continued it's **** upon the deepest confines of the former Nun's snatch, her ebony cunt-lips spraying his face with another torrential blast of sticky-sweet cum.

It had been an absolute pleasure to corrupt and convert the religious zealots and enemies of his Hellish brood, denying them from becoming Demons like him, and merely converting them into a small personal horde of enhanced-human sex slaves, where pleasure and service would now be their only purpose.

Seeing the old-woman change from a paragon of righteous indignation, to terror-filled martyr and then into a beautiful-featured, statuesque-bodied, sex-obsessed harlot, had indeed been a pleasing conquest. However, Mark now had to admit, watching the woman meet his Demonic stare with no fear but instead just pure, unfiltered lust, and seeing her new Amazonian-like body arch and shudder with pleasure atop his face, while her hands gripping unyielding at his horns to keep her sumptuous, seductive features in his view, was perhaps becoming even more pleasing.

“AHHHH!! YESS! Ravish me Master! My body is yours!” Naomi screamed again, her body tensing in anticipation of yet another mind-blowing orgasm. “Your tongue is giving me such pleasure Master! I want to please you in return. AHH! I hope my cum tastes pleasing to you! That it may quench the merest morsel of unending thirst! MMM! I live to service you my Lord!”

“You are right that my pleasure is your only concern, Naomi,” Mark's gravel-toned voice growled, momentarily withdrawing his tongue from her yearning snatch. “I am pleased that you have responded so well to my blessings. I am inclined to reward you as I have your Sisters.”

Craning his neck slightly, Mark shifted Naomi's body away from his lips and looked downward to the 4 kneeling figures, crowding together in front of him. Each of the other former Nuns were working in tandem, 2 gorgeous, statuesque bodies to each of his giant, throbbing cocks.