"Christian Girl Overcome by Demon Bukake" is very much a niche market, Dave.

Kate rises uncertainly from the corner, flashing her crosses at you and the others with a sort of manic desperation. That gives her faith just enough power to make most of your little horde keep a certain distance from her, but it is a frail, flickering thing even more incapable of punching a way through you than before. You note your comrades are breaking from their fornication to help you with this stage of the hunt, especially as it offers such an amusing method of completion. You stride before her, joined by your fellow incubi, all of you stroking your mighty cocks.

As she stares at your muscular forms and gigantic pricks, she starts another hymn. "A mighty f-fortress is our God, a... something never failing. Our hel-helper he again--against the flood of... something ills, something..."

Derek hoots at that and gives his dick a pump. The resulting load misses Kate, but only barely, causing her to skirt away from him. "Take my seed, bitch!" shouts Jake confidently as he lets his load fly, only to have it miss widely.

Mick gives a scornful laugh. "This shit is an art, kid." He pumps his load and manages to land a hit on Kate's exceedingly conservative skirt. "Bullseye!" he whoops.

"Hey, can girls play?" shouts Maya, and without waiting for an answer begins to jerk her tail off with her own serpentine tongue. The resulting blast strikes Kate straight on the chest. She snickers and glances at Mick. "Now THAT'S a bullseye!" The succubi cackle at that, striding to join the incubi in their fun.

You realize Maya's onto something there, and lift up your tail, getting it off with your hand and tongue. The resulting blast of soot black jism strikes Kate straight in the face to the cheers and laughter of your comrades. She spits and sputters, trying to avoid swallowing it.

"Oooo, ooo! I've got an idea!" says Vicki cheerfully, bringing her hands to tits, and rolling them around her black nipples until they drip her tainted milk. She then flings two handfuls of the stuff at Kate, striking her in the face, and mixing with your jism.

"Good one, sis," says Mick with a laugh, patting her on the shoulder.

Kate moves like a sleepwalker now, and she struggles to keep the crosses raised. Virtually all of the incubi and succubi get hits on her as the game continues, inky demonic semen and sweet succubus milk covering Kate's skin and clothes. At some point, she simply reaches a certain critical mass. She stops moving for a moment, and then begins to twitchily jerk about.

"Oh, shit," says Warren. "Her fucking hands are smoking."

You realize he's right--the crosses she holds are now reacting violently with Kate's tainted flesh. She casts them away with a howl and then begins to claw at her chest.

"You have been neither hot nor cold in your faith, Kate," you intone, "and as you are lukewarm you have been spat out."

Your scriptural reference gets Maya's attention. "St. Luke the Evangelist Parochial?" she asks.

"Yep," you answer. "Let me guess--St. Elizabeth of the Visitation?"

"Got it one," she says. She shakes her head. "Well, this has to be the weirdest meeting of Narville Parochial alumni in history."

"It's definitely up there," you agree, staring at Kate intently. You realize that more smoke is rising from her, the reason for her frantic clawings at her chest. At last, she manages to tear the cause of her suffering free. As it falls to the ground, you realize it was a small golden cross necklace. Her last vestiges of holiness in tatters on the floor, you step from the crowd of Lilin, and stride towards Kate. You hear your comrades hoot in triumph as you grab the battered, broken girl.

She stares at you like a trauma victim as you pull her towards you. You realize that her cross necklace has left a jagged cruciform scar on her chest. You snarl at her as you begin to claw away at her sodden, filthy clothes. "I told you you'd be better off doing it the easy way," you note harshly.

Her response is a wordless whimper.