Siara

There she was. All alone in the middle of a demon lord’s lair. Well, half demon, but it’s not like that’s a big difference. And she is now half demon too. Or is she? She has got horns now, so she has to be, right? Siara puts her hands on the base of her horns and grips her fingers around them, then tries to pull them off. No, they are not coming loose. This is neither a prank nor a dream. She can feel them. There is no way she can face Jennifer and Angelica now. She has been tainted and well … she’s only got herself to blame. If only she had been stronger. If only she could have resisted her urges. If only she could have told her traitorous vagina “No!”.
At any rate, the horns are there to stay. That means she’s going to have to find a good excuse as to how she got them. She can’t tell her friends she got them by having sex. She is undoubtedly already going to lose their respect. If she admits that she broke her chastity, she is going to lose her position as abbess as well. Especially when they figure out it’s a demon she did it with. Even worse, Jennifer might be so disillusioned with the faith she may very well give up on her calling and leave the convent.

Suddenly the door opens and a couple of demons enter. It are not John and Talith that returned. Two of them are blue skinned imps dressed in butler uniforms. Another two are goat guards dressed in camouflaged pants and green shirt. The last one is a snake demon. He has a broad chest, two arms and has no legs but a long snake tail instead. His head is like that of a snake, including the eyes and his skin is covered in yellow scales. As for his clothes, he is wearing just a kilt.
“What are you doing here?” Siara asks.
“Our duke told us to come here and help you with your dilemma.” Says one of the imps.
“I don’t need your help.” Siara says. “All I need is time to think.”
“Ever tried voicing your concerns?” a goat demon asks. “For me at least it helps to put my thoughts in order.”
“Yeah, we can help you think by listening to you.” The other imp says.
Siara closes her eyes and sighs.
“Fine.” She says, and starts explaining why she believes her friends would look down on her for being part demon now.

Siara must admit that expressing her issues does help her quite a bit and she gets a better grasp on the problem she is in. But as she is talking, suddenly the demons surrounding her start taking off their clothes.
“What are you guys doing now?” Siara asks.
“Jusst obeying out duke’ss orderss.” The snake demon says with a signature lisp all serpent-like demons have.
“John?” Siara thinks. “Why would John want these guys to undress while I’m talking to …”
Then she figures it out. He wants her to get fucked again.
The snake demon is quickest to undress, revealing that underneath the kilt he has a slit. Not like that of a woman but more like something has been tucked into his groin. The goat demons take off their pants next, revealing their hairy legs, balls and penises. The imps, dressed in tuxedo’s, take longest to undress.
“No no no.” Siara says in a panic. “I don’t want to see. Turn around.”
All of the demons listen to her and turn their backsides to her. At least now she is no longer seeing their dicks. Instead she sees all of their well-shaped butts. When the imps finish undressing, they too then show off their firm masculine booties. When Siara sees those, part of her wants her to put her hands on them. To caress them, explore their firmness and give them a good squeeze. The fur covered butts of the goat demons will certainly feel softer. Though she is most curious about the snake butt. She’s never touched reptile skin before. Now she’s got a sweet male snake butt she can feel up.
“No!” Siara cries in her mind.
She can’t think that way. This is the way of sin. She already gave in to that earlier and look where that got her. If only it didn’t feel so good. Then she wouldn’t have given in. Would still be unaware how great it felt to have her pussy stretched by a nice big hard dick. To have it rhythmically sliding in and out of her and fill her with warmth and pleasure and orgasmic bliss.

“So basically, your entire problem lies not at all in justifying what you did. Not to yourself at least. But in justifying your appearance to you friends.” One of the imps says.
“If you ask me, I feel your friends should be less judgemental.” One of the goat demons continues.
“Indeed.” The snake demon says. “You sshould have the freedom to be who you are. Not be resstrained to what otherss want you to be.”

As Siara shifts on the bed her pussy presses against her panties. She can feel they are wet. Is that because of John’s sperm that’s leaking out of her? Or is she getting horny from all the sexy butts around her again? She quickly slides a hand underneath her habit and into her panties. Oh yes, it’s happening again. Her treasonous pussy is once again betraying her. It again yearns for a dick to grab and hold on to. She squeezes her tights together only to receive a pleasurable feeling from her groin.
“Is this me? Am I just weak willed? Or am I a slut? A pervert?” Siara thinks.