Push On!

You **** your body up on your feet, "Imp! We have to get to Gerlangen, we have a mission!" you fully extent your legs before stomping your foot on the ground. The little bits of vibration from hitting the ground courses through your loins and actually makes you release a soft moan as you do really want to take down more of that Imp cum.

"Sister!" The Imp gets angry, "Tease Imp with finger then leave?!" he continues to stroke his shaft, trying to tease you back into it.

"Yes! We have to go and we have to go now! Demon's could be on their way to find us and the longer we stand around here doing nothing the higher the chances we get caught!" you turn towards the make shift bed and kneel down, picking up the Sword of St. Magdalena. As you do you tilt your head down towards the ground, close your eyes and mumble out another soft prayer.

Inside you has changed slightly though because as you were giving your prayer to the Goddess, sexual thoughts kept invading your mind. You almost felt unfaithful as you said your prayer because as you stay kneeling, quiet as can be, your heart beats loud and with every beat, pumping that powerful **** through out your system, you could only imagine dicks taking your chastity, stealing your Goddess from you and having their way with you.

You grip down on the handle of the Sword of St Magdalena really hard, squeezing that handle with all your **** as if you're trying to expel out all the frustrations in your body. Hoping if you connect with the sword, it'll help clear your thoughts and make the journey to Gerlangen a little easier.

After a minute of kneeling in silence, you exhale hard and lift yourself back up to your feet, pulling the sword up to your side in the process. With your other hand you run your fingers through the side of your hair, giving a little scratch right above your ear before you turn around and your eyes go wide as you look at the Imp.

Cum. Cum everywhere. The Imp, while you were praying for only a minute must have jacked himself off an additional time because his still throbbing cock was dripping out fresh sperm, the ground before him had a mixture of it coating the grass and dirt and he had the biggest Cheshire smile on his face.

"IMP!" you growl at him immediately, "Clean yourself up! We need to get going!" you storm off around him, forcing yourself to gain distance from not just him, but that cum. If you looked at it again, smelled it again or even tasted it again, you didn't know if you could stop yourself from taking that dick for a test drive, whether that's with your mouth, your ass or even something more precious.

"Sister!" The Imp cackles out, fluttering his wings to lightly float in the air, "Sister tease! Imp horny! Imp cum!" he flies after you.

"Fine, I'm sorry but let's get going!" you continue to stomp through the brush and vines, making your way to Victory Road so you can continue your march to Gerlangen.

"Wait up, wait up!" The Imp sings behind your back.

As you turn your head behind, you see the Imp gaining distance on you, his wings are fluttering as fast as he can and his cock is swinging like a pendulum almost comically under his body. "Sorry Imp, I just..." you come to a stop and close your eyes, doing another silent prayer which is once more invaded with sexual thoughts, "I need to focus on my quest, my mission, OUR mission." you open your eyes and stare at the Imp who is now flying right in front of you.

"Imp understand! Imp get nice reward when finish quest. Epic legendary reward!" he smiles before he flies forward, perching himself on your shoulder like a parrot. "Sister, March!" he orders as he points his finger forward.

With your head turned, you look at the Imp and as you do your cheek brushes the side of his leg. If you reach your tongue out you could easily touch his cock. The scent was still so very strong...

"Sister, March!" he orders again, kicking your shoulder with the back of his little clawed heels.

With his butt on your shoulder, his tail trailing across your back and his legs and cock resting down across your shoulder, you close your eyes again, gulp down a heavy wad of saliva, exhale deep, trying to push all those sexual thoughts out and then open your eyes, "Okay Imp, let's go!" you turn your head to look forward and march on.

You're a barely clothed sister of the Burning Rose with an Imp perched on your shoulder, a Sword of St Magdalena in your grasp and your mind set on the finish line. You hope that if you could continue to fight off these lustful thoughts and stay clear of any additional demons, there was nothing else that could possibly get in your way.