Seek Spiritual Advice

You weren't usually one for religion, but it was hard to deny the possibility after all that you had seen. If nothing else, you'd feel a little better knowing that you're not going to burst into flames the next time you see a crucifix.

So as the sun continues to blaze overhead, casting its warm glow on the neighborhood streets, you find yourself walking toward a nearby church.

The ornate wooden doors stand open as you approach, and you can hear the faint sound of voices inside. You pause for a moment outside, taking in the familiar scent of polished wood and incense that fills the air. As you hesitantly step inside, you're greeted by rows upon rows of pews and an altar decorated with flowers.

It's quiet, but not entirely silent. You notice a handful of people bustling about - florists arranging bouquets, musicians tuning their instruments, and others setting up various other items necessary for the wedding ceremony.

You stand frozen in place as your heart races with shock: the bride preparing for the ceremony is none other than Kelly, your ex-girlfriend, looking radiant in a white gown that accentuates her curves. Your eyes follow her movements as she flutters around, coordinating last-minute details with an air of nervous excitement.

Seeing her here stirs up old feelings - memories of laughter shared and moments spent entwined in each other's arms flood back to you. But these emotions are quickly overshadowed by embarrassment. You turn tail to leave, when you hear her voice cut through.

"Clay?"

Your stomach drops at the sound of Kelly's voice, and against your better judgment, you turn around. Her eyes narrow as she takes in your presence.

"Couldn't stay away from causing chaos even on my wedding day?" She questions sarcastically, a hint of irritation lacing her words.

You open your mouth to apologize but find yourself unable to speak - caught between guilt for being there and shamelessness that's driving you towards her.

Before you know it, the distance between Kelly and you has vanished as she steps closer into your personal space. Even in her heels, she barely comes up to your shoulder, but by the defiance in her eyes and redness of her face, you can tell she isn't intimidated.

"I could ask why you're here, She whispers harshly under her breath. "But I think... we both already know."

With each word, you can feel her lust building within, the warmth of her loins like a bonfire to your demonic senses.

Her gaze drops to your crotch the outline clearly visible through your jeans, as a result of your recent metamorphosis.

You take a deep breath to center yourself, but only find that breathing in her scent inflames your desire and causes your cock to begin to harden.

"Fuck me," She murmurs lowly, entranced by your member.

"Look, Kelly, I swear I didn't know you'd be here," you reply honestly.

Kelly's eyes flash with anger as she takes another step closer to you, her breasts straining against the fabric of her wedding gown.

"Get out!" She exclaims loudly enough for some nearby florists to turn their heads curiously. You notice a few people whispering and exchanging looks in your direction before returning back to their tasks.

But before she can physically remove you from the premises, she utters under her breath: "Meet me around back."

With that, she turns on her heel and sashays away towards a door at the end of the hallway. You watch as her hips sway seductively in the tight white dress before she disappears behind it.

Drawn by your insatiable lust and a healthy dose of curiosity, you make your way outside the church to find Kelly waiting by one of its stone walls. The sun casts long shadows across the courtyard as she leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest in defiance.

She catches sight of you approaching and rolls her eyes but doesn't speak until you're standing directly before her. "I knew you'd show," she says proudly.

Despite your earlier reservations, you do find that yourself wanting this. You'd forgotten how good she could look: Her flowing brown hair accentuates her delicate features with sharp cheekbones that seem sharper under the dim lighting from within the church. Her eyes are a cool blue, which glint aggressively as she glares at you, a glare you remember well, yet there's something else hiding beneath it - a desire.

"Get inside," She commands briskly while gesturing towards a small room adjacent to the main hall, lit only by the stained glass.

As you both step into the small space, she quickly locks the door behind you. The room is filled with mirrors and makeup, and all of the things to prepare for a wedding, but your eyes are immediately drawn to Kelly. Her once pristine white gown now a bit rumpled from her frantic race to meet you.

The sheer fabric clings tightly around her petite frame; accentuating every curve while struggling to contain her substantial breasts.

"I knew you weren't over me" she says derisvely, "But showing up at my wedding? That's pathetic, Clay."

"You're right," You reply, feeling your anger swell, and that familiar scent of brimstone and sex begin to fill your nose. "But what's more pathetic: me being here or you sucking my cock in your wedding dress?"

Her eyes widen momentarily at the boldness of your question but then narrow again.

"I'm not some slut begging for attention," She snarls back, though her voice wobbles slightly.

You take a step closer and reach out to touch her cheek. The cold sensation of your demonic powers courses through you as she shivers under your hand - her eyes closing shut as she instinctively falls to her knees from the pleasure.

"That's exactly what you are," You whisper harshly in her ear, feeling the power coursing through every word. "A whore who can't even control herself on the day of her wedding."

With a swift motion, you pull down the zipper on your pants and let your hardened cock spring free. She gasps at the sight of it - its sheer size intimidating even under these circumstances.

Without ceremony or finesse, she takes it into her mouth; her lips wrapping around its girth while her eyes dart up at you pleadingly - struggling not to gag as saliva drips down onto the floor below.

Your hands find their way into her hair, pulling gently but firmly enough to make sure she knows who's in control. She moans quietly into your cock with every thrust of your hips, her own lust building as she succumbs to your will.

As you continue fucking her throat, the intensity of your demonic power is undeniable - both in how easily she submits and the sensations it brings to life for both of you. She moans around your cock, her eyes watering from the effort to take it deeper with each thrust.

The room fills with the sounds of wet slaps as she struggles to balance her need for oxygen with her desire to swallow your cock.

"You're such a good little slut in your white dress," You mutter between gritted teeth, your voice low and thick.

She pulls away, her chest heaving with labored breaths as she tries to respond. A long string of pre-cum and spit trails from her mouth to your cock.

"I... I can't believe I'm doing this..." She stutters, her face flushed red with embarrassment but also unmistakable arousal.

You smirk at her hesitation before leaning in close. "Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't" You whisper into her ear, your breath hot and heavy against the delicate skin there.

With that, you grab her by the shoulders and push her onto the floor on all fours - her round ass now perfectly presented, as the wedding gown hikes up above her waist.

A shiver runs down her spine as she braces herself for your next move; eyes locked forward in anticipation.

"Your choice," You growl darkly, running your hands over both cheeks of her perfect ass, "Do you want a sore asshole or a sore pussy for your honeymoon?"

She lets out an anxious gasp at the question but doesn't respond immediately - torn between shame and desire.

Finally, with a trembling voice that betrays how close she is to begging for one of them: "Both?"

Your cock throbs at her submission as you grip it firmly in one hand. With the other, you begin teasing her wet slit with its head.

"I'm not so selfish," You reply before slamming into her pussy - hard and fast without any care for gentleness or comfort.

She screams out in pleasure-pain; her body jolting from the **** of your intrusion while trying desperately to adjust. The sound echoes through the small room, muffled slightly by the fabric of the wedding dress that's now soaked with their combined desires.

Your thrusts become more aggressive - each one driving deeper into her throbbing pussy as she fights against the sensations flooding through her body.

You can feel her inner walls clamping down around your cock; her orgasm building quickly from the intensity of this unexpected encounter.

With a growl, you grab onto her hips and begin to pound even harder until finally she cries out - her climax shuddering violently through her small frame as she screams into the voluminous fabric of her dress.

The sound fills the room like music to your ears but it's not enough for you yet.

As she recovers from her orgasm, you quickly shift position; repositioning yourself behind her in one swift motion. Your cock is already leaking pre-cum onto her tight asshole.

She looks back at you over her shoulder with wide eyes filled with fear and lust before nodding slowly - unable to resist the desire that's now consuming them both.

With one forceful push, your cock slides into her ass; stretching her tighter than ever. She whimpers softly as you begin thrusting deeply - each movement eliciting moans from both of you.

The room is filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and strained cries of pleasure and pain.

You hold onto her hips tightly, guiding your cock in and out of her tight asshole rhythmically as she braces herself against the floor with one hand, while the other frantically rubs her pussy under dress. Her moans grow louder with every thrust.

"Who's pathetic now?" You gruffly ask, your voice low and gravelly from lust.

"Me..." She gasps between heavy breaths. "I'm pathetic..."

Despite the words, she continues to push herself against you; meeting your thrusts with an intensity that belies her protests.

"You invited me in," You remind her, punctuating the statement by slamming into her ass once more - causing her body to jolt from the ****.

She moans again, long and drawn out as another orgasm starts building within her. The pleasure-pain etched on her face as she looks over her shoulder at you is unmistakable: each thrust driving her closer towards climax.

As she reaches the peak of her arousal, you decide it's time for a change; pulling out from her ass with a cruel swiftness that leaves her gasping.

With an air of purpose, she turns to face you once more - her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and lust that makes your heart race in anticipation.

"Up. On your knees," You command roughly as you step towards her. She hesitates for just a moment before obeying, her legs trembling under the weight of her own desires.

Positioned this way, she has **** but to look directly at your swollen cock; its head glistening with the combined juices of her pussy and ass.

Her eyes widen slightly in realization as she reaches out tentatively with one hand to steady herself before wrapping those delicate lips around your cock once more. The sight of her on her knees, sucking off the remnants from just having been fucked so violently, drives you wild.

You watch as she struggles yet again to accommodate the size of your member between her small lips - each moan and slurp echoing through the small space like music.

"Like the taste of your ass?" You question harshly, feeling your own climax drawing near.

She nods slowly, eyes locked onto yours as she continues sucking and stroking you off with fervor.

"I'm cumming," The words come out between gritted teeth, as she silently nods in response, awaiting a bellyful of your seed.

Driven by an overwhelming urge, you find yourself pulling out of Kelly's mouth, as she gasps in surprise. That gasp quickly turns into a shriek as you give yourself one final jerk before unloading all over her.

Cum shoots forth in thick streams; coating her face, hair, and dress.

Her eyes widen at this unexpected turn of events but she makes no move to turn away, instead she closes her eyes and allows you to finish milking yourself onto her face.

You watch as your cum falls down her cheeks - mixing with the mascara running down her face, slowly dripping onto her white dress.

"Well... At least it's already white," you remark cruelly, as you pull up your pants; leaving her there on the floor in a state of disarray: cum-stained hair sticking to her face while her breasts heave under the stained white dress.

As you turn to leave, you catch one last glimpse of her kneeling there in the light of the stained glass; a broken doll in what was once an elegant bridal gown. A smile graces your lips as you walk away from the church.

With every step forward into the sunlight beyond, all thoughts of atonement fade away; replaced instead by a dark desire for more - fueled by your newfound powers and insatiable lust.