Mira found the religious girl in herself and went into a church.

“How were things for you Mira?” Jess asked.

“Oh, I had such a good idea and I am glad it worked out perfectly,” Mira said and smiled very satisfied. “I knew where to go the second we saw this city at the horizon…”

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Fourteen hours before

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Mira was the first who left the quintet in the air and rushed over the roofs and chimneys of the little town. The streets were calm and quiet, from time to time a single car drove on the streets. She didn’t want to waste any time, even if a part of her just wanted to fly down and catching an uninfected man or woman like a eagle on the hunt. But her eyes were focused on the biggest building in this town: a church with a big tower in the center of the city. If she was lucky – and Mira somehow felt that she could be - she would enjoy this attendance to the church much more than ever.

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“Is everything alright for today’s wedding?” Father Andreas asked with his kind smile.

“Yes, Father, I believe so,” the sexton of the church, Wilson, said as he kindled the candles in the apsis. “The choir is singing today as well. The wonderful Miss Eleanor and her fellow singers are coming. They are good friends with the bride, you know?”

“Aah,” Father Andreas said and nodded benevolently. “Wonderful. Indeed. Tell me when they arrived, I want to personally speak with Eleanor about the choice of songs.”

He smiled and turned around to walk back in the sacristy. Wilson followed the holy man with his gaze and had suddenly the feeling that one of the candelabrums around the altar fell into his stomach. Ten years ago this city and especially this church had quite the scandal, connected to Father Andreas. On the statement of a single woman, Father Andreas had sexually abused some daughters in the girls’ choir. This accusation never could be proved, but it also never had been refuted. And Wilson, who worked since twenty years in the church of St. Benedict suspected that father Andreas wasn’t always the good shepherd who cared for his sheep…

“Or maybe he cared for some more than for others. Am I right?”

Wilson jumped as he heard the female voice directly behind him. He turned around and felt lips on his, before he even realized who stood there in front of him. The feeling that filled his body was overwhelming and something he didn’t felt for ages now. His marriage didn’t go well, but even as he had been married he couldn’t remind to get kissed this deep and passionate.

Wilson had closed his eyes, but his other senses seem to drive a rollercoaster: he smelled a wonderful, female scent that came from this woman, which made his cock twitch in his pants. He tasted her delicate tongue as this woman opened her mouth slightly to kiss him even deeper. Wilson’s hand reached out to touch this wonderful woman and as he touched her soft butt, she moaned out as well. His hands went higher over her back, until…

Wilson opened his eyes surprised and looked at the woman the first time. She was a bit smaller than him, her dark-purple hair reached to her shoulder. She had shadowed, smoky eyes and dark lips and she was completely nude. Her big breasts were pressed against his chest and Wilson also felt her warm crotch on his legs. And she had wings: Two majestic, feathered wings, like a fable-creature, dark like her hair and big enough to fly with them.

She broke the kiss and licked her lips seductively. “Hi there,” she breathed. “I am Mira. I thought you might help me with my mission today.”

“Mira,” Wilson repeated huskily. “What…why are you…”

“I’ve come here today to bring you all joy,” Mira smiled, her eyes filled with lust. “I’ve listened to your conversation with the holy man and know what he desires.” She got closer to Wilson’s ear and whispered: “I know Father Andreas wants to fuck this Eleanor you talked about. He likes her. He wants her. He wants to fuck her pussy. He wants to ravage her ass. He wants to **** her soooo bad…”

Wilson felt like he could cum right now in his pants. Mira’s seductive voice was driving him mad with lust and he felt the urge to fuck her now too. But Mira was still whispering in his ear and for Wilson it was like a trance that made him freeze.

“He is a very sinful man,” she said and kissed Wilson’s neck softly. “A very bad man who had forgotten the ways of god. But you, Wilson…you are not a bad man. Do you want to help me this day? You need to do a few things, but I assure you it will pay off. In the end you can have your own personal angel-slut and fuck her forever…and ever…”

“Fuck,” Wilson groaned out. Mira had rubbed her hand over his crotch and his penis seems to practically try to wriggle out of his pants. “Yes…please, Mira…I’ll do anything…”

“Good,” she said softly and stepped back. Her eyes, just as dark as her hair seem to burn themselves into his own. “I’ll give you a simple task: Lock the doors until the wedding-ceremony is about to begin. Prepare everything as usual. When the ceremony arrives you let them in, but lock the door afterwards. Understood? And don’t touch yourself during times I am not with you.”

“Yes,” Wilson nodded. “But…” he looked down at his pants that looked very strained.

“Don’t you worry,” Mira grinned. “I’ll be back for you after I met Father Andreas. It won’t take long.”

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Mira wasn’t as good as Jack when it came to mind-reading and mind-controlling. But she could sense desires and lust like a hound hunting his prey. The moment she stepped into the sacristy she felt it: this incredible male desire to pleasure himself with a woman. She smirked as she walked down a little hallway with wardrobes probably full of ceremonial robes. She wanted to make a little show out of this.

Father Andreas was bowed over a book as she stepped in a larger room full of wardrobes and cupboards. She stretched herself and flapped with her wings. Then she said in her most seductive voice, she could make: “Father Andreas.”

The priest jumped surprised and as he turned around his eyes widened in utter shock and horror. His hand grabbed the little crucifix-trailer around his neck the other clasped on the desk behind him.

“Holy mother!” he said disbelieving. “What the heck are you?”

“I am sent by my god, to seek those who are sinful,” Mira said and slowly came closer, her hands squeezing her big tits seductively. “I am coming for you, Andreas.”

“You are…sent by god?” Andreas said shocked. “Impossible…absolutely impossible…”

“Why is it impossible?” Mira asked him sweetly, but with a hungry look on her face. “Don’t you guys believe in miracles?”

“My god doesn’t send such foul creatures like you to earth,” Andreas said, a trace of disgust lying in his still very shocked face. “Naked temptresses like you are…demons.”

“Oh, we have an expert on angels here,” Mira chuckled scoffing. “Did you ever see one of my sisters? Did an angel ever appear to you?”

“My god would never create such…” Andreas started, but Mira had nearly reached him and his eyes went wide as she jiggled her tits a little.

“Your god wouldn’t like how you look at me now, sweetie,” Mira cooed. Andreas looked up and stared into her dark eyes and she literally could see his thoughts through his eyes. “Yes,” she whispered. “You want to fuck me.”

“No,” Andreas shut his eyes. “Go away, evil creature.”

“You want to fuck me so bad,” Mira purred and now embraced his waist with her arms, pulling herself closer into him. He tried to free himself, but as he looked back into Mira’s eyes his resistance crumbled again.

“You are such a bad man,” Mira whispered and looked deep into Andreas eyes. “Such a bad, bad man. You swore an oath to never marry or desire any woman. But you cannot look away when there is a gorgeous woman in your reach you can stare at.”

Andreas shook his head, but yet he couldn’t look away from Mira’s gaze. “You swore your god to never desire a woman’s body. And yet you touched innocent, barely legal teen-girls when you had time alone with them…”

“Please…” Andreas whimpered. Mira felt that his cock raged in his pants, desperately straining against the fabric of his trousers. Her influence on him was already infecting him, even if she didn’t kissed or sucked him yet.

“You have sinned already,” Mira continued to whisper. She could read the things that Andreas did from his frightful face. “You…touched these girls. You wanted to go further even. But the last bit of morality stopped you. But you never had forgotten her. This one girl you chose to be your victim, you’ve got to touch…Eleanor…”

By the mentioning of that name, Andreas groaned out loud and Mira felt his cock twitching in his pants. “Yes…” she hissed softly. “Eleanor. You touched her and you liked it. You wanted to fuck her tight virgin pussy back then. You wanted to defile her with your seed, you swore to keep for you at all time…but she left the city after you nearly **** her…and today she is coming back…and you want to use this chance to finally come inside her…”

“Stop it!” Andreas cried out desperately. “Stop it, you demon! Stop it!”

“Demon?” Mira asked him hungrily. “I think you are much more of demon, Andreas. How about you confess your sins and I’ll be gentle with you?”

Andreas stared at her and shook his head. His lips were pressed together so no sound could escape him.

“Confess,” Mira demanded softly, but still with a hungry look in her eyes. “This is your last chance. Confess that you are a filthy man, who betrayed anything the church and the god he serves stands for. Confess. And I’ll be kind.”

Andreas stared into her dark eyes and for a second Mira really believed he wanted to say something. But then he closed his eyes again and shook his head.

“A shame,” Mira sighed. “At least for you.”

And with sudden strength she pulled him down into a hungry kiss. She felt how Andreas struggled against her as she devoured his lips with her own and pressed her tits against him. But his efforts to free himself were useless as the Contagion fully took over his body and his muffled screams turned into moans.

Mira kissed him so fiercely until she felt Andreas’s whole body tremble and twitch as she heard Iris voice in her brain:

‘Andreas,

You won’t confess,

You will be damned then.

Be the thing you despise,

Suffer the fate of a man who doesn’t want to redeem himself.’

Mira finally broke the kiss and stepped back to watch Andreas’ transformation. With a slight smile she watched how he moaned out in agonizing pleasure that rippled through his body. His skin got paler and paler until it was white like marble. Crooked horns grow out of his skull his hear got longer and ashen-white as well. Andreas’ cloths teared down as wings broke out from his spine and massive boobs grew him and his cock and balls enhanced massively. The new futa-demon looked up as her transformation was complete and let out a hiss, which showed its extremely long tongue.

“Go, creature,” Mira said with a grin. “Search women and men who can fulfill your desires. Maybe you can find pleasure…but I doubt it.”

The demon on the ground let out another hiss. Seemingly it wasn’t able to talk anymore. The demon stood up and hasted towards the window of the sacristy, crashing through the glass and flying away in the sun.

“He should have confessed,” Mira said as she watched how the shape of the demon got smaller and smaller. “But now it’s his own fault that I turned him into this mindless creature.”

‘You would have turned him into a demon either way,’ Iris noted mentally.

“Yeah, but I would let him his brain cells, so he maybe can be some kind of resentful for what he did or will do in the future,” Mira shrugged. “Now he is just a mindless demon, fucking its way through the hordes of infected men and women. Not that we miss such creatures, but some guys don’t deserve any better.”

After this little encounter Mira went back into the church and found Wilson in one of the benches still fully clothed and visibly not happy with that circumstance. Mira felt his arousal and knew he must be dying to stroke his raging cock in his pants. As he saw Mira he stood up. “Miss Mira,” he said. “I did as I was told. I locked the church, no one will come in.”

“Very good my dear,” Mira said approvingly. “I’ll be there for you in a minute. You can pull your cock out. But don’t stroke it.”

“Yes, my dear, of course,” Wilson said and unbuckled his jeans.

Mira smiled, satisfied that he was such a good listener. After she had transformed Andreas, she felt that she needed to fuck too, but first she wanted to make sure her plan to infect more people later would work. Of course, technically she was powerful enough to infect this whole church by herself, even if every bank was occupied. But she wanted to make a show and also an insurance that this city would succumb to the Contagion entirely.

With a leap of her wings, Mira flew in the air towards the ceiling of the church. On the many pillars that were built inside stood statues of marbled angels that looked down into the church’s room. Mira smiled and touched every forehead of the motionless old statues. A bit dark mist floated out of her fingertips and clouded the marbled heads of the angels until it vanished inside them. Iris told Mira that she had been successful and that her plan would work when she wants to put it in practice.

She landed next to Wilson as she had kissed all the statues and grinned at him. He sat in one of the benches with his trousers open, his rock-hard dick exposed, throbbing in excitement.

“Hmmmm,” Mira purred and strolled towards him. “You are such a good listener. Now, can you cum without making a mess?”

“You’ll have to swallow a lot then,” Wilson groaned. “I feel like my balls are aching to empty gallons of cum.”

Mira smirked and got between Wilson’s legs. “Well then,” she purred and gently touched his shaft. That already made him ooze pre-cum. “I think you deserved a release for being such a good listener,” Mira continued and slowly stroked his cock with one hand. “Be careful to not make a mess.”

She slowly circled her hand around him, while looking at him. Wilson seemingly was not satisfied that she took her time his face was a mix of desperation, lust and annoyance. Mira grinned as she noticed that his hands were clenched to fists, so strained to not **** her to anything. He really was a good listener.

Mira licked the base of his shaft, while still stroking him with one hand agonizing slowly. She followed her hand with her mouth until she nearly reached his tip and began from his balls once again. Slowly, using with every lick more and more of her tongue she licked up and down, her hand always following her rhythm. She could feel the pleasure that rippled through Wilson while she licked his shaft and watched how his eye-lids fluttered as pleasure took possession of every cell in his body.

With sudden hunger, Mira engulfed his tip as she reached the top of his shaft and worked his cock into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. She moved her head up and down, while her tongue played with his tip. Wilson couldn’t hold out for long. Her teasing had made him pent up immensely and now that she worked her expertly mouth along his shaft he couldn’t stand any longer.

Mira felt the hot juice shooting in her mouth and happily chuckled as she still kept her mouth on Wilson’s cock, making sure that none drop would escape her. She had expected a massive load and she would not be disappointed. Wilson shot load after load in her throat which Mira devoured with relish. Freshly infected cum always tasted even better than the usual masses of spunk she got to eat.

After Wilson finally stopped cumming, Mira popped her head away from his cock and visibly and noisily swallowed the rest of his cum down her throat. “Yummy,” she commented. “I hope you feeling better now?”

Wilson just nodded, seemingly very exhausted but also very satisfied.

“Good,” Mira said. “Then put this lovely cock of yours back in your pants. I know it must be terrible annoying, but I don’t want anyone of today’s ceremony leave this church, only because you looked like a horny exhibitionist.”

“Understood,” Wilson muttered obediently and put his pants back on. Now that his cock was this erect all the time (and probably very much larger than before) Wilson’s trousers looked pretty strained.

A knock on the doors of the church made him and Mira both look up. Mira reached out with her senses and felt a woman’s presence at the front-doors. This must be Eleanor, who wanted to arrive a bit before the wedding started to discuss with Father Andreas. Now that the holy man was definitely doing some very unholy things with his new shape, he wouldn’t be there to talk with Eleanor. And he surely wasn’t able to be there when the wedding started.

“Wilson, my dear, please open Eleanor,” Mira warbled as she stood up from between his legs and went straight to the altar of the church. “Give her a welcome kiss on her cheeks and she’ll be completely helpless against the Contagion. But don’t fuck her. Lead her to me.”

“Yes, Mira, of course,” Wilson said and hasted towards the door. Mira strolled lively through the empty church and sat upon the altar in the middle of the apsis. She put one leg upon the cold stone and stroked her clit very gently with one finger.

Wilson had reached the big entrance door of the children and locked it open. Mira heard the friendly voice of a woman and a cheerful Wilson that greeted her. Then she felt a sudden surprise and knew that he must have kissed her on the cheeks. Grinning with anticipation Mira waited.

A woman came in view as Wilson stepped aside and let Eleanor in. She was blonde and wore a black skirt with a grey pullover. Her stockings and shoes were also held in the same tone. The moment she stepped inside she looked to the big apsis and saw Mira sitting in all her nude glory on top of the altar.

Eleanor visibly winced as she noticed the dark angel and grabbed Wilson by the arm, but he whispered something to her and Eleanor looked at him even more confused.

“Come here, my dear Eleanor,” Mira said loudly and in the complete silence of the church her voice echoed through the empty room much louder. She curled a finger to Eleanor, signalizing the woman to get to her.

Eleanor stood near the entrance door and didn’t move a muscle. But Mira felt her arousal rise in new heights as the Contagion slowly took over her body. Cautiously the blonde woman stepped through the church, her eyes pinned on Mira’s nude body. Mira watched her with a slight smile, while she still stroked her exposed clit gently on the altar. Wilson meanwhile had locked the door up again.

“What are you?” Eleanor asked Mira as she was halfway through the main corridor of the church.

“An angel,” Mira simply answered amused. “An angel sent to you and your friends. To bring you all the joy of the Contagion.”

Eleanor’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t stopped walking towards Mira. “The Contagion?” she asked. “The…this virus? You are…you are one of them?”

“One of them,” Mira repeated. “What do you mean with ‘one of them’?”

“One of the people that are turning humans into monsters, only craving for sex and lust,” Eleanor said, still coming closer towards Mira. “Twisting humanity into nothing more than a bunch of maniacs…”

“Do I look like a maniac?” Mira asked her smiling.

“No,” Eleanor whispered. She now was only a few meters away from the altar and stared at Mira with equally fear and admiration. “No. You look…divine.”

“My, my, don’t make me blush,” Mira chuckled. “Do you want to eat this divine pussy?” She slipped her hand through her pussy lips and licked her fingers clean very slowly.

Eleanor stared at her and now her fear was gone from her face. Instead she looked at Mira with this look of **** desire, she loved so much. “Yes,” Eleanor breathed. “Please…let me make you cum, divine angel.”

“Show me, what I got on you in return first,” Mira demanded. “Strip.”

Eleanor’s eyes widened with lust and she nodded eagerly. She sat down on the floor and lifted her skirt up to tear her panties down. After that she rolled her pullover up to her neck and loosened her bra. Half naked she sat on the ground and gave Mira a good sight on her exposed female features.

“That’s a good girl,” Mira smiled. “Come up here and eat me out.”

“Yes, my angel, thank you,” Eleanor moaned and stumbled up to her to get between Mira’s legs. She didn’t waste any time with foreplay and directly hits the spot as she swirled her tongue over Mira’s clit with noisily moans.

Mira herself, who didn’t had anyone who licked her pussy, approved Eleanor’s efforts with a happy sigh and for once just let the blonde woman do her thing. But she still wanted to make things work, like she wanted and while Eleanor ate her out, Mira began to speak with a soft voice: “Father Andreas, the man who nearly **** you ten years ago, is gone. Nonetheless we need a wedding to celebrate in this lovely church and you and Wilson have to make a good appearance while the parishioners get inside here. Understood?”

Eleanor made a noise that Mira interpreted as approve. She bit her lower lip as a wave of pleasure surged through her, because Eleanor now used her index finger too, to please her. “But your task is simple,” Mira continued. “You just have to wear something and pretend everything is normal. Do not touch yourself. Do not touch anybody else. Let me handle the rest. You understood this too?”

Eleanor nodded and dived down even hungrier into Mira’s pussy. Mira felt that she was reaching her climax very soon and looked up. A few meters away from her, she saw Wilson standing there and watch the two women with the same **** face full of lust and desire that Eleanor had before.

“You understood this too?” Mira asked him, a bit choppily while her orgasm approached her.

“Yes, Mira,” Wilson nodded. “Of course.”

“Good,” Mira said and exhaled heavily as an orgasm made her body tremble. Eleanor made her climax and with it, she must have come too because the blonde woman moaned out loud as well. “It’s good that you embrace my gift so good. You’ll be honored with pleasure beyond belief for the rest of your days,” she said sultrily.

Mira closed her eyes briefly and enjoyed the wave of satisfaction that took possession of her. Then she opened her eyes again and looked down to Eleanor. The woman’s tits had expanded even further and her ears went sharp and pointy like those of an elf. She panted heavily as another orgasm made her squirm to Mira’s feet and her hips shaped into the perfect hourglass-figure too.

“Go and dress yourself up into something suitable, my dear,” Mira said and pointed towards the sacristy. “I am sure you’ll find something.”

“Yes, Mira,” Eleanor muttered still recovering from her massive orgasms. She stood up and walked into the sacristy, removing the rest of her clothes while she walked.

“And while we wait,” Mira said and looked to Wilson. “You can fuck my tits and shoot your cum in my mouth if you want.” She slipped from the altar and squeezed her tits together. “Just don’t make a mess,” she reminded him.

Wilson didn’t need to be asked twice the moment Mira offered him to cum again. He unbuckled his belt again and stepped forward, his thick cock already leaking pre-cum again. Mira kneeled in front of the altar and let Wilson fuck her tits, until he couldn’t hold out any longer and she took his cock into her mouth to empty his balls inside her throat.

After he came, they heard steps from behind and Mira stood up. Eleanor came back from the sacristy and smiled happily to Mira and Wilson. She wore a black and white robe that gave her the look of a nun. Well, a very sexy nun, with big tits that strained the black fabric, her long and tender legs showed off sexily as she walked towards Mira.

“You think this will be discreet enough, before I can fuck a man with a fat cock?” Eleanor asked coyly, watching with desire how Wilson put his cock back into his pants once again.

“Definitely”, Mira chuckled and kissed her passionately. “Prepare for the big ceremony you two. I’ll make my entrance, once they bride comes in.”

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After an hour the church wasn’t empty anymore. Over a hundred people sat in the benches and awaited the arrival of the bride, Tilda. Her husband-to-be Max stood in front of the altar and passed the time of nervous waiting with talking to Eleanor, a good friend of him and Tilda back in the day of their youth.

She certainly had changed, he thought while he talked to her. He had never checked her out, but right now he couldn’t oversee her huge breasts in this nun-outfit. Why she wore that instead of normal clothing she explained to him like “fitting into the environment”.

“So tell me,” Max asked Eleanor after a while. “Where is Father Andreas? Shouldn’t he be around here too?”

“Oh, I am sure he is coming soon,” Eleanor said carefree.

Suddenly the organ began to play and everyone in the church turned their head around. From the door entrance Tilda came in, accompanied from her father who smiled just as radiant as Tilda herself. She looked absolutely stunning in her white dress. Her blonde hair was like a golden waterfall that fell onto her back. Max could almost hear how everyone in the church held the breath while she walked towards the altar.

Tilda reached him and smiled as he took her hand. It is finally happening, Max thought luckily. I am finally getting married. So where is this damn priest already…?

The next second behind him screamed a woman. Everyone looked at her surprised and then followed her gaze and the shaking arm. More people gasped out or screamed surprised and Max said loudly: “What the fuck…?”

Up in the air, completely nude and with black, feathered wings was a woman. Her hair was toned like her wings, her eyes were shadowed and her figure was absolutely breathtaking. Max had no idea how this woman came in here, because Wilson, the sexton had locked up the door of the church after Tilda came in. Furthermore, his mind couldn’t believe what he saw: a nude woman with angel wings, who landed now right before the shocked crowd.

“Dear beloved,” Mira said loudly and opened her arms invitingly. “We are gathered here today to all embrace the gift of love.” She grinned at Max and Tilda, who both stared back completely dumbfounded. “May these two be an example to you all, how good your new life will be from now on. May I kiss the bride?”

And before Max could anything do against it the dark angel pulled Tilda in a deep kiss. The whole church seemed to inhale at once shocked as Tilda struggled against Mira’s grip, but couldn’t do anything to stop her. Max was the closest of course and the first who said something: “Leave her, you monster!”

“Monster?” Mira asked him, breaking the kiss. “Please. You get your kiss too of course.” And before he could do anything more than open his mouth in protest, Mira pulled him to her and kissed him just as deep like she kissed Tilda before. Tilda dropped to the ground her eye-lids fluttered as the Contagion filled every cell of her body. Max struggled against Mira’s grip too, but soon his hands weren’t trying to push Mira away. He groped her nude breasts and soon he moaned into the kiss. Mira touched his groin and felt a huge erection growing in his pants.

“You foul creature!”

Mira broke the kiss again and looked to the side, while Max dropped to the floor with a groan too. A black-haired woman in a fancy dress, probably Max’ mother stared at Mira with a mix of disgust and horror.

“Language, Lady,” Mira said unimpressed. “We’re just getting started.”

“This is a holy place!” the woman screamed hysterically. “How dare you defile this place with your demonic work!”

“Demonic?” Mira asked and raised her hands again. “This is demonic? Giving men and women equally the most beautiful feeling on earth that god created himself? It is not a sin to love each other, right?”

“But this!” another woman a few benches behind the first said loudly. “This is not what we want! What they want!” She pointed to Max and Tilda, who both breathed heavily on Mira’s feet.

“How can you so sure about that?” Mira asked and lowered herself to the couple. “Max,” she asked in a seductive whisper. “What do you want?”

“I…” Max groaned out. “I…want to…want to fuck my wife right now…”

“And you, Tilda?” Mira asked the bride that still shuddered on the ground. “What do you want?”

Tilda’s eyes went open and she stared into Mira’s face. “I…” she whispered. “I want to fuck too…all the time…anytime…and I want to be beautiful…”

“Oh, my dear but you are beautiful already,” Mira mused. “But I guess, I can give you a little upgrade…”

Mira flicked with her fingers. The next second Tilda screamed out as an orgasm rocked her body, so powerful that some people in the church screamed out too. They maybe thought that Tilda was in pain, but they all gaped at her as the bride burst out of her clothes. Tilda’s tits grew into magnificent orbs, soft and plump, her hips widened and from her back grew massive wings, dark and big, strong enough to make her fly too. As her orgasm stopped Tilda looked down and moaned even more as she touched her new breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh together.

“FUCK!” she screamed happily and her eyes went wide with lust as she looked at Max. “FUCK ME, SWEETIE! DEFLOWER ME IN FRONT OF ALL OF THEM!”

Max had watched his bride transform into a sex-angel with awe and didn’t need to be asked twice as Tilda spread her legs and offered him her virgin-pussy.

“What a happy couple,” Mira said loudly over the moans and sounds of slapping flesh as Max quickly removed his trousers and entered his wife’s pussy as fast as possible.

“This is the devils work!” a man screamed in the benches.

“You are the devil’s whore!” Max’ mother screamed, hiding her face in her hands.

“Seemingly you all have to appreciate my work a bit better!” Mira grinned. “And luckily for you I am not alone with that task.”

She opened her arms again and said loudly: “Rise my angels! Rise and fuck everyone you can see! Be our heralds! Take over this little town!”

*CRACK*

It was like Mira had summoned a storm. The whole church suddenly was filled with the sounds of flapping wings and moaning women. The crowd in the church needed a moment to understand what happened, before it actually happened. Then woman looked up and screamed: “The statues!”

Mira smiled brightly. Every single one of the angel-statues she had kissed now wasn’t motionless and marble anymore. Iris power had transformed the old stones into living angels, with real wings and much more defined feminine features than before. These women were like Mira herself: nude, big-breasted, wet and horny with dark wings and hair. The just awakened angels all looked down to the crowd in the church, seemingly a bit confused with their situation, but Mira felt also their equally horniness.

“Come and fulfill your cause, my friends,” Mira said. “Be my heralds of joy and infect everyone you can find.”

“Yes, Mira!” the dark angels all said as once. Then they moved and Mira couldn’t deny that she was a bit impressed by herself. Some of the angels just dropped down in the silent crowd in the church, others crashed through the windows in the roof and flew outside. It was a clutch of wings that attacked the people in the church and Mira watched in awe how the angels kissed men and women and threw each other to those who want to escape.

Soon it was a cacophony of screams and moans that filled the church and Mira just wanted to join in the growing orgy as she black-haired woman that insulted her before trying to run away through the sacristy.

‘Stop her,’ Mira ordered mentally.

The shadow that left her pussy was so fast that it hit the woman in the back and she crashed to the ground. Mira strolled towards the woman and looked at her with a bright smile on her face. The woman whined and squirmed on the ground, but not only in pain. Iris’ shadow that had hit her also infected her.

“And you are, my dear?” Mira asked her and groped her expanding ass.

“Let me,” the woman cried out. “I…can’t…I…fuck!”

“Yes,” Mira purred seductively. “Not so hesitant anymore, are you? So answer this simple question, while the Contagion renews you. What’s your name?”

“Maddison!” the woman cried out. “Fuck me, it feels so goooooood!”

“Maddison,” Mira repeated. “So you still wanna pretend that this is the devils work? That there is no joy in what I am doing to you?”

“Never!” Maddison moaned loudly, thrashing on the ground as her dress ripped apart due to the growing of her massive tits. “Never! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

“I know,” Mira cooed and helped Maddison with removing her pants as well. “Be a good little slut, Maddison and help your sisters to infect this town of yours. Would you do that?”

Maddison opened her eyes and suddenly she not squirming on the ground anymore. She slowly kneeled up and roamed her hands over her new body. Then she gasped again as black wings broke out from her spine as well and horns crooked out of her skull. The new sex-angel moaned happily as she flapped with her wings and arched her back to present her bigger tits to Mira.

“Yes,” Maddison whimpered, pleasure still rippling through her body. “My pussy aches for something to fuck. I’ll be a good slutty angel, I promise.”

“I’ve no doubt in that,” Mira grinned and gave her tits a proper squeeze. “Go to work than. Or fly to it, this will probably be way faster.”

She grinned as Maddison stood up and leaped into the air, flying through the now opened gate of the church outside in the bright sun.

Mira strolled towards the church, in the direction of the exit as well. Now with enough angels, this city would succumb to the Contagion in no time. The most of the people in the church had left too. Only a few couples fucked still in the benches, the rest probably were now sex-angels too, men or women. Only Tilda and Max still fucked like animals on the floor in front of the altar.

“Mira? Are you leaving too?”

Mira looked to the side and saw Wilson and Eleanor. They both had undressed, probably they used the first chance to join in the fun as soon as Mira had summoned her angelic ****. Wilson fucked Eleanor slowly against one of the pillars in the church and both looked at Mira with awe and admiration.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Mira said and she really meant it. “I’ve teased the hell out of you and now I nearly forgot about my promise.”

“You wanted to give me my personal angel-slut,” Wilson said smiling. “But I am fine if Eleanor just stays with me.”

“I could totally with that too,” Eleanor agreed, thrusting her hips against Wilson’s. “He is soooo thick and juicy…”

“I know,” Mira grinned. “But nevertheless: I promised you pleasure beyond belief too. Here, sweetheart, that is my gift to you.”

Mira flicked with her fingers once again and ordered Iris to change Eleanor too. The next moment Eleanor’s eyes went up and she yelled out her orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure made her nearly pass out. Wilson even let go of her as Eleanor lost her sense of balance and her legs couldn’t hold her anymore. She was cumming over and over again until wings grew out of her spine as well and her hair went from blonde into a pink-tone. She wasn’t as dark as the other angels, but Mira knew that she would be just as horny all the time. Wilson gaped at Eleanor completely dumbfounded. His cock throbbed, which made it unmistakably clear how much he liked her new shape.

“I told you that you get your own personal angel to fuck,” Mira grinned. “Thank you with your help. Have fun.”

And with a bright smile on her face she went outside in the sunlight. There she breathed in and out, very satisfied with her morning. She had already broken an idiot, she had caused an orgy and now she had still so many people she could infect and fuck. With a last gaze back to the church, she leapt in the air and followed her senses to find the next fresh meat that she infect and fuck.

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“The rest of my day was pretty much that what you all could expect from me,” Mira concluded her story. “I fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and…”

“Yeah, I think we got it,” Jess interrupted her laughing.

“It would pretty much repeat itself,” Mira shrugged grinning. “Find a man or woman. Catch them, kiss them, strip them, fuck them. All day long. Again and again and again. I think I’ve got this whole town infected pretty much alone with this strategy.”

“Your angels surely did a lot work too,” Maren pointed out. “Interesting idea. Very sexy.”

“Thank you,” Mira smiled brightly. “Maybe I now burn in hell, because I did this in a church? But where else could I found more statues to turn into loyal servants?”

“I am sure hell wouldn’t be a problem for neither of us,” Michael pointed out. “The orgies must be pretty good down there.”