The answer is in dreams

You find a quiet spot near the church and masturbate yourself to orgasm a few dozen times. Finally the sun sets. You make your way back to the church and peer in the window. Alana is settling down in bed.

You admire her partly transformed body. She is ripe, exuding wanton sexuality. Her body has the inhumanly perfect proportions of a succubus. Despite a lack of makeup, her lips are burgundy and shiny. Her eyes, which briefly had become enticing red slits, have settled back to her human blue, but they flicker with sparks of red.

As she slips into sleep, you examine her heart. She is torn. The dark seed which you planted has grown. Yet, she still both loves and lusts for her little priest toy. You watch as she slips into sleep. You slip a couple of fingers into your pussy and draw a pentagram on your taut sexy belly.

Your spirit exits your body and into Alana's dreams.

The dreamscape is changing as Alana tosses and turns. It finally steadies as a pristine beach. Her body is splayed out on a towel absorbing the hated sun. Her priest friend sits alongside in a chais lounge. Now just how are you going to push her over the edge?