The poison overwhelms your faith

The daemon hound paces closer, lifting its prehensile snout to the air and sniffing. Its venom is changing your emotions, reshaping you desires, and your prayers do not seem to be holding the effects at bay. You want to caress the daemon's slick, amphibian flesh. You want to reach beneath its belly and find its cock. Such appalling thoughts only further weaken your resolve.

"Goddess," you plead, one last time, as you begin to tear at your gown.

You lift the fabric over your head and discard it into one of the laundry pools. You free your breasts from your sling and shuck your underclothes from your bottom in a rush to be naked. You stroke the crimson thatch of your cunt and pluck at your pick nipples.

The daemon knows you are under its sway. It approaches you slowly, its eyeless head swinging from side to side as you hold your breath and spread your thighs. Its snout presses between them and it sucks your scent up with a loud snort. A long, flexible tongue, like an ant-eater, slides out of its strange mouth and burrows into your quim.

"Yessss," you cry, arching your back as the hot tendril laps in your honeyed groove and flicks over your clit. The daemon's touch is exquisite. Light and flexible and insistent exactly where you need it to pleasure you. The tongue presses against your maidenhead, but does not claim it. The daemon snorts and slips the strange tongue lower, lapping at your anus and squirming it against your clenched hole. You moan with debased joy, "Yes, there too. Lick me there!"

The beast's tongue wriggles and laps at your pucker, finally relaxing it sufficiently to slip inside your tight hole. The hot penetration is more than you can bear. You furiously stroke your clit and cum, arching your back and curling your toes as the daemonic tongue-fucking of your ass drives you over the edge. The hot waves of pleasure and muscle spasms clench around the beast's tongue.

Panting, you finally recover, your lust only further stoked by the pleasure the beast has given you. It slips its tongue from your ass and gives your clit a last lick. It lifts its head and you finally see its cock, pink and red and covered in a fine tracery of blue capillaries. It looks so perfectly obscene and you want it.

"What is your desire?" you ask.

The creature does not answer. It sits back on its haunches and rolls that strange tongue around the rim of its even stranger mouth. It seems to be waiting for you to do something. Many raunchy ideas fill your head. Your desire compels you to pleasure the beast.