Chapter 53
by Jnightshade
Follow Agnes, follow Angel, or hunt on your own?
There’s no Threat to You Here
There’s no need to follow your sisters. There is no one here powerful enough to harm you.
You step through the door, sensing your prey. You give Agnes and Angel a wink.
“See you soon.”
You follow your senses. You smell arousal, even though it’s faint. You weave your way into the basement.
You turn the corner to find a young nun. She is blonde, with a serviceable body. Her face is angelic, but she’s been naughty.
The presence of the Princesses must have been too much for the poor dear and she came down here to pleasure herself. You can smell it on her fingers. She sees you.
“Oh, hello.” She blushes ever so slightly. “I didn’t know there was anyone else down here.”
“I only just got here, dear.”
“Oh.”
She bends over a bit and you see an old and powerful talisman. A pretty filigree cross. You gather your aura of LUST.
“Take it off!”
You hit her with your power as you command her. Her eyes go wide.
She slips out of her robe, letting it fall to the floor. You snicker. You meant the cross, but she is completely under your power. You strut over to her and flick your razor sharp nail at the chain. The cross falls to the floor.
She looks at you with wide eyed LUST.
“Can I lick your pussy?”
“Why of course, morsel.”
You allow your glamour to fade. She falls to her knees, unmindful of your crimson skin, and begins worshipping in your temple. You slide your tail into her sex and move it in and out slowly.
She slurps away, drinking in your juices. You slowly bring her closer to a life ending orgasm. She licks ever more vigorously. You cum and she continues lapping at your slit.
You undulate your tail and pick up the pace. You feel her cum. She moans in ecstasy as you drink in her life ****. Soon she is unmoving, a completely drained husk.
You lick your lips. “Delicious.”
For now you are sated. You wonder how you sisters are faring…
Go find Angel, Agnes, or perhaps another meal?
The Devils Daughter
Gather Lambs For The Occult
Warning! This story is not politically correct! The actions, ideas and subjects explored in this story are pure fantasy and should stay that way. If you do not enjoy reading about this sort of things or have trouble seeing difference between fantasy and reality, STOP NOW. Base On The Original By Fletcher Peninsula. This Is the second of three stories being moved over from edit.this.info You're Sharon Abrahamson a young Satanist who is chosen by her cult to hunt down three woman to be used for the "Ritual". How you gather them is up to you.
Updated on Dec 9, 2022
by Jnightshade
Created on Jun 13, 2018
by Jesse7747
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