Marked

You strut toward the nun. On closer inspection, she’s a bit younger than you thought. She is rail thin, with mosquito bite tits. Her hair is long and straight and mostly gray. She looks like she could stand a good fuck to clear out the cobwebs.

She lifts up her robe.

“Be quick about it, demon, and be gone.”

Much as you have no desire to listen to her instructions, you don’t want her having second thoughts. You reach your hand under her smock and find her unshaven and unruly. Your hand touches flesh and you feel the burning of the mark.

If the nun is feeling anything, she is hiding it well. She focuses her faith at you like a weapon.

“Begone foul thing!”

You take off and wing your way back to Angel. She looks at you questioningly.

“You failed.”

“Did I? Come get your tail in my cunt and come watch the show.”

She gives you a quizzical look before attacking your slit with her tail. Soon you are on the ground her tail in your slit and her tongue deep in your ass. Your tail is in her mouth and your tongue is in her sex. The too of you writhe in pleasure, playing your perverse game of twister the way it was always meant to be played.

After a fairly intense orgasm you feel them. The Princesses are getting close.

Angel withdraws from your ass. “Whatever did you do Sister?”

You laugh evilly. “Wait and see.”