Give in and suck the imp's cock

Your faith crumbles under the influence of the imp's potent venom. The prayer dies on your lips and you cannot take your focus away from the throbbing, red, rigid length of the imp's cock. That glistening bead of precum welling from the slit at the bulbous end of the imp's cock is beckoning your tongue. You wet your lips again and again, imagining how the daemonic cock will taste as it slides into your mouth.

"Yes," you moan, grasping your breast through your grown. "Yes. Feed me your cock. Please."

"Always the same with you religious girls," titters the imp. "Pious in the light and cum-hungry wenches at night. Alright then, have a taste, fire-hair."

The imp flaps within your reach and you grasp his cock with both hands, dragging him lower towards your face. His flesh is slick and extremely warm, like a fever of lust burns within the daemon. You squeeze his shaft tightly and pull him to your lips. You run your tongue over the bulging head, moaning at the forbidden act as you taste the daemon's precum. It is sweet and spicy and slick on your tongue. You crave more.

"That's it," moans the imp. "I know it's big for a young girl, but get your lips around it and ohhhhh...eager slut."

You slurp him into your mouth, squeezing and stroking him against your lips as you suck hard at his swollen tip. You moan with frenzied lust and bob your drooling mouth on the imp's overheated cockflesh. How could this be wrong? It feels so right as you take him to the back of your throat and taste more of his delicious precum oozing into your mouth. The imp's little claws grasp your head, though he lacks the strength to do much more than hang onto you as you vigorously suck at his loins.

The laundry room echoes with the lusty sounds of your slurping mouth and your soft moans of wanton lust. Your drool soaks the daemon's cock and drips from his tightening bollocks. He yips with delight at each bob of your head and thrusts his cock against your throat.

"When master turns you all into his slaves," moans the imp, "I will teach you how to take my cock even deeper."

"Mmmmmphmmmm," you agree, loving the sound of worshipping the imp's cock again and again.

The little daemon squeals with pleasure, thrusting his cock into the inviting oval of your lips and you feel his hot length throb. It throbs a second time and a thick and very warm liquid gushes into your mouth. It is much saltier than his sweet precum and you quickly swallow it, feeling the tacky texture sticking in your throat. The cock throbs again and again, giving you a great quantity of the salty spunk from the imp's cock. You do not miss a drop.

"Very good," says the imp, flapping backwards and pulling his cock from your mouth.

You gasp for air and look up at him expectantly. His cum has only made you even drunker with lust and you will do whatever he desires.

"Lift your gown," he says, "and lie back. It's time you give up that sweet cherry to me."

You lie back on the cold stones, heedless of the blasphemy you are about to commit. You pull your gown up your pale thighs and expose your underclothes. You lift your bottom off the floor to slide these down from your hips and down your thighs, exposing the crimson thatch of hair and the soft pink velvet of your cunt. You run your hand over your folds and feel the heat of your desire and the wetness there.

"Fuck me," you moan.

The imp's cock has not flagged at all. It swoops down, aiming its swollen stick at the virgin furrow of your cunt.

Just before it makes contact, something silver flashes through the air above you. A knife impales the little daemon and drives it into the wall. It grasps at the blade of the knife and looks from you to the interloper.

"Damned bitches," it whines and then bursts into flames. The **** fire of the imp leaves nothing but a stink of brimstone behind.

You look up and what you see shocks you more than the imp's demise.