Sating the Lust Demon (Deviant Desires & Candy_demon21

Magnus the Prophet looked up from his book, staring straight into the eyes of Vitacari, the albino woman that many regarded as the most powerful Seer in the land. He looked solemn, saddened that his normally meticulous calculations were a decade out. Despite the humiliation in front of the Seer, he was not so proud to admit his mistakes.

"I have never had reason to doubt your abilities my lady," he began, "and so I will assemble the bretheren at once." Vitacari looked relieved, glad that Magnus was willing to listen to reason.

"I had not wished to question you in public," she replied, her ice white eyes as penetrating as ever, "however there can be no mistake. The Demon of the Third Circle is rising and will break through into our realms within the next three days. You know what is required to prevent his ascension."

"Yes," replied Magnus, already running the list of requirements through his mind. "Without satisfaction, the beast will remain unbound and run rampant, raping and destroying whatever it comes across. Five times must it be sated and its seed spent. Do you really think we can find one capable of resisting its powers for so long? The beast will likely destroy a normal human and I had believed that we had another ten years to find such a mortal."

"It's not impossible," replied the older woman, her pale hands idly stroking some of the objects that decorated Magnus' study. "I believe I know of one who might fit the bill."

"There can be no 'might' about it," stated Magnus. "If you know of someone, you must be confident in their abilities. If they fail, we will not live to try again. The Lust Demon will ravish all in its way, destroying those it does not rape first. I ask you to be sure."

"I am sure," she replied, a smile illuminating her lips. "Have some faith in me."

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Three days passed. Three days during which Magnus gathered together the Brethren, the group of sages and arcanists who had sworn to battle the Beasts of the Nine Circles whenever they threatened to crawl out of the Pit. Meeting in secret, the ten magic users had followed the prescribed ritual to the letter, setting out an immense circle with a raised altar in the middle. The plinth was large and wide, big enough for a person to lie down upon. All the the practitioners knew what kind of ritual would be required to return the Beast to the Pit.

Finally, Magnus opened the circle at the far end, facing the direction of the rising sun. Only the Annointed One could come from direction of life and banish the being that would enter from the other side. Magnus raised his hand and bid Vitacari to step forth.

"Seer, I ask you now to present our saviour and champion of this night," he intoned in his deep, bass voice. He hoped that she had chosen well but in the pit of his stomach he could feel the dull ache of fear.

’I never believed, in my lifetime that I would be forced to endure the pains of the Anointed One, nor did I believe that the chosen savior of the world was to be me. I had dreamed of being married, having children, growing old with the man I loved but never that I would be chosen to suffer nightmares and pains only the Mourning Star could conjure into this world. For two days I have asked myself this question many times and each time I have come to the same conclusion: God is punishing me for sins I committed in a past life, what those might be,I can not say for certain but I can guess that I had committed great sins of lust. God, please forgive me, I beg you~

Father Marcus came to me and said that I should prepare for my end, should prepare both my body and my mind for the savage pains the Demon of Lust is to inflict upon me. Yet even as I am bathed by the women of the church in holy water infused with the scent of Black Magic roses, I find myself trembling, terrified that I can not keep my faith and endure my pain. Every girl knows of the pains that she will have to suffer if she is chosen by fate, thankfully many do not have to suffer through this but every decade, another young woman is chosen to sate the Lord of Lust’s insatiable appetite for flesh. This decade it is I who has been chosen...

Yet I dare to ask again: why me? What make my flesh mortal body so desired by the demon from the Third ring of Inferno? What?!

I have placed my faith in God ever since my mother’s passing, have known that he will help me through all things but this….this I fear I will not be able to endure. God I beg for strength, but do you even listen to the one you have forsaken to the child of the Dark Prince?

Is it foolish of me to say that I knew that I was destined for this? Am I vain for imagining such things? I always knew that I was destined for something great but THIS! I never wanted this, I never wanted to be chosen. Yet the Seer has no doubts that I am she, the Anointed One. What makes me special? And why must I be thrown to the wolves and be devoured body and soul?

Father Markus instructed that I should leave a shred of my humanity behind, so, I decided upon a hand written missive to leave behind, so you who reads it, you the next Anointed One shall know that I fear as you do now. But I knew this was coming, knew the evening that the Father came to speak with me privately I knew my fate was grim. How did I know this? I have had dreams, dreams of whispering voices within my ear, so loud that I believe that the whispers are my own thoughts. Within my dreams I can see fallen angels at my feet, smiling up at me as ebony tar drips from their mouths and their eyes, their hands reaching out to touch my naked flesh. I dare not look into the eyes of the fallen for I fear that their gaze will ensnare my soul but yet when I look up and away, Death stands shrouded in a billowing cloak that appears to be made from the smoke of a thousand damned souls burning for eternity. He ushers me back against a cold stone slab littered in rose petals and whispers to me loudly, ‘Give in~ Upon your end you shall begin again, forsake all you know for all have forsaken you. Can’t you hear them screaming your name?” No one knows of these hellish night terrors, and for the past two days I have woken blinded by my own tears.

I’m afraid to close my eyes because God knows what lies behind them and I wonder even now if I can will the pain away.” The quivering hand of Celestria pulls away from the yellowing paper, fear coiling in her belly like a venomous serpent, forcing the bitter taste of bile to rise into her throat nearly choking as her tears have the past two days. The shapely young woman, with her long ebony hair hanging loosely around the small of her back, those long raven tresses adorned with radiant glass beads that reflected brilliant rainbows within the dimly lit room which contained a simple bed with untouched sheets and a small writing desk and chair.

The only window within the simple stone room was no bigger than a hardcover book, what was beyond the window was what had the young woman draped in nothing more than a white robe that covered her nudity, frightened. While the Brethren may have been entirely about ceremony and ensuring the the ritual went off without a hitch, the nuns of the church knew that it was foolish to dress the Anointed One in anything costly or beautiful as the demon was more interested in slating his own lust so the women would bathe their savior in holy rose water, imbue her skin with fragrant oils that would entice the demon to taste her flesh and of course add rouge to her cheeks and black liner to her eyes. The last thing that the nuns did was to write symbols and ancient words from scripts that had long since been forgotten. The demon would know the language and would know that the script was meant to entice him and use the Innocent One’s body however he wished.

Celestria hadn’t stayed seated long, unable to hold still, her body quaking in fear and her skin beginning to glisten with a sheen of sweat: she was frightened. She had begun to pace, had drawn in her bottom to anxiously gnaw at her silky lower lip as she looked towards the heavens, already they were painted brilliant hues of orange, reds and pinks.

Dusk was approaching and fast.

As she stared at the sky, she had stopped her pacing to wonder silently what the Demon of Lust looked like, how he would appear to her and what he would do to her.

“You know well what he will do to you, don’t you?” The disembodied voice had made the ebony haired young woman nearly jump out of her flesh as she had been completely absorbed by her silent wondering, “I need no reminder,” she hissed, turning her tempest blue gaze away from the young woman standing clad in a shapeless black nun outfit, “I am to escort you to the ritual chamber, the ritual is about to begin.” Had the room grown colder or had death just brushed his icy fingers down her spine, reminding Celestria that she was to be offered up like a lamb to the slaughter.

Without another word, the young woman draped in the clean ivory robe turned from the window, hoping that this would not the last time that she would ever see the beauty of a sunset.

The dirge to the ritual chamber had been a silent one; what could one possibly discussed when one marched to their imminent death? Nothing. Celestria said nothing and instead opted for reaching up with a trembling hand to rub the silver coin between her thumb and her index finger. It was all the remained of her former life, all else had been stripped away from her and discarded. ’The only fragment of me that shall remain pure,’ she thought bitterly as she was lead into a secret chamber below the grand cathedral with its high steeples and beautiful stained glass windows, depicting holy wars waged by angels and demons.

Funny to think that the battles that those windows depicted were nothing more than lies to ease the wary human mind. Filthy, disgusting liars!

Celestria had stepped through the large double doors just as Magnus instructed for the Seer to show the savior of the world to those gathered to witness her fall and the rise of the Lust Demon. Celestria looked up from where her gaze had fallen, the brilliant sun illuminating her features for all those in attendance to drink in.

Instead of waiting for a formal introduction or even a jeering, Celestria stepped forward, the light of day disappearing the moment that the hefty wooden doors were closed with an agonized groan from the over encumbered metal hinges. She locked her gaze with Magnus and then the Seer, her vision stung and blurred by the threat of fresh tears.

’Be brave, god is with you…this silent edict was meant to be a comfort but yet the words no longer held the same appeal that they once did, not now that she felt as if God had forsaken her to the denizens of hell.

As the woman entered the ritual chamber, Magnus gazed upon their saviour with admiring eyes. Although age had robbed him of all sexual vigor, he could still appreciate the sight of a beautiful woman and he prayed that she had the fortitude to withstand the demon's powers. If the demon got past her, all would be lost. He put aside his candle and came to stand before her, drawing himself up so that he appeared more statesmanlike as he read out the words he had memorized many years ago.

"Annointed One, chosen of your peers, you have been tasked with confronting the foul beast who shall appear within this room in mere moments. It is my duty as priest of the holy order to give to you your final lesson."

He made a grand gesticulation to the room, indicating the brethren as they lined the walls, all hooded and robed, clutching their own candles.

"When the beast emerges from the pit, it will seek you out and explore your mind. What images you hold there will determine its form and its manner of copulation. The Demon of Lust will extract all knowledge of your desires that it can, attempting to sway you to its will. You must hold true and deny its power as much as you can through wit, will and prayer. We, the sages and seers will hold the beast as it mates with you and it may not move beyond the confines of this room until you are either utterly expired or devoured by its wishes."

Magnus paused for a moment, glancing to where Vitacari stood, watching the ceremony. How many of these had she witnessed, he wondered. Her judgement had been perfect before, he only hoped she had once again found a worthy champion.

"If you withstand the beast's assault, it will fade from this world but its power is sufficient to return a further four times. It will try to tempt you, corrupt you, turn you into its slave. You must remain forthright and true and resist its impure attempts to damn you. It may demand your body but if you let it defeat your mind, there is nothing anyone can do to save you. In this, you are alone."

Magnus returned to his position at the head of the circle, one side of the stone archway that led to nowhere. Was it an illusion, or did the black wall beyond the arch appear to ripple as if it were becoming fluid? The elderly priest grasped his staff and took up his position, ending the lesson with kinder words.

"Go forth Annointed One, bearer of our pride, step forth as a holy warrior and lay low the foul beast that now approaches our plain. Our prayers and blessings be upon you. Brace yourself for the demon now comes..."

’Be brave, God is with you…’Such hollow, silly words that use to hold so much weight now sounded empty and like the broken promises of Judas Iscariot. From all around her Celestria could feel the countless sets of eyes watching her, drinking her visage in and looking to her for hope. Did these men and women see within her the holy glow of God’s Champion or did those in attendance question the Seer’s choice? ’You were chosen by the Seer to save humanity, you are ordained by God, you must force all thoughts of doubt from your mind. She thought, feeling that same, familiar sickening coiling inside of her belly.


With wide, frightened eyes the Anointed one watched Magnus come to stand before her, standing tall and stately, preparing to offer words of wisdom and words that countless other like she had heard in the past. Looking up into his face, Celestria searched his aged features for a sliver of courage she could borrow from him but instead she saw something else. Terror, horror, worry? Could Magnus see that she feared for her success just as he and all those gathered in attendance did? Could he taste the terror in her blood as she anxiously gnawed at the already sore skin of her inner cheek, which now filled her mouth with the harsh coppery taste of her own blood. Or could he hear the deafening thundering of her heart at it threatened to blast her eardrums out? Words would not form on her tongue, instead she remained silent and gazed up at him in bone chilling horror.

Silence lingered in the air like the smell of a forgotten perfume long enough for Celestria to draw a shuddered breath in through her parted, glossy lips. She listened as best as she could while he body quaked with fright: this demon would extract from her her every desire and every unspoken lustful need. Already her mind conjured an image of what this demon would appear to her. He would be sinfully perfect, disgustingly beauty; long ebony hair that caught the light in such a way that strands appeared to glitter brilliant hues of sapphire and amethyst.That long raven hair of his would fall limply around his perfectly sculpted masculine body that rippled with taut, hard muscles and reach just above the small of his back. At the top of his hairline protruded two black horns that curled around his pointed ears. He wore little; his body would be draped in gossamer crimson fabric that hid none of his godly form, and all over his body his skin would glitter with golden dust that the those who he commanded applied when he awoke from his slumber. He would be adorned in all manner of gemstones by those who worshiped him but for the claiming of the Anointed one, he would simply cast away all finery and wear nothing. His eyes were truly magnificent, they were a thing of wonder and could be considered the 8th wonder of the world; those eyes would ensnare her and drag her in, deeper into her own desire what with their brilliant violet glow.

Her wandering mind was drawn back to painful attention when that same ear splitting silence filled the room, filling her room with the deafening ringing, her gaze once more was left fixated on Magnus, whose own gaze flicked to the Seer. A question lingered within his ageless eyes,a question that forced the Anointed one to turn her own gaze towards the Seer and instead search the visage of the albino woman just as the leader of his cult did now.

As he continued speaking, having returned his gaze to her, Celestira did not understand how someone of so little power could ask such a thing from one mortal woman, what he asked of her now, what they all asked sound impossible! This thing, this demon was ageless, older than the human race, yet with this knowledge all those in attendance hoped and prayed that she could win against something as ageless and immortal as their God. ’You expect me to win a game of chess against one who has foreseen the future and who knows the chink within my armor. You ask the impossible, yet if I fail, not even God himself can help me as I willingly sign my soul over to this monster.’

Watching Magnus return to his station as the Circle’s head, Celestria knew what it was that she had to do, knew what was demanded of her yet knowing all of this instantly made her sick with worry. It took every ounce of courage she had to face the rippling wall, her hands shook and her body felt weak; could she simply not just run?! No! The human race depended on her being able to withstand the demon’s ravenous hunger for her flesh.

’God give me strength,’she prayed, coming to stand before the ebony mirror, her fingers once more having collected the silver coin that dangled around her neck as she watched and waited with shallows breaths for the demon to appear.

With her single free hand she loosened the silky ivory robe that concealed her naked body and let it slide from her form and pool at her feet forgotten. Instantly her cheeks burned with crimson heat as she willingly exposed herself to the Brethren of this gathering but this was just the beginning as all who were there would also watch in perhaps horror or lust as a creature born from hell came to collect her innocence and force her body to do its bidding.

All was silent in the chamber as Celestria disrobed. In the dim light, the silent sages bowed their heads, their eyes shrouded by their hoods. Not for her modesty but because they dared not witness the depravity that would shortly ensue. Some of the older members could still remember the screams from the last victim as she was brutally sodomised by the lust demon. It took weeks to stop the shrieking in their heads that haunted their dreams.

The stone wall began to shimmer, the gap between worlds becoming fluid. Magnus held fast to his staff, unaware that he was gripping it so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Vitacari stared at the floor, her mind already exploring the possibilities that lay before them. The future was so uncertain at this point, so many avenues for time to flow down, it was hard to see whether their chosen warrior would defeat the demon or become its next victim. All introspection ceased however when a hand appeared, reaching through the obsidian wall.

The hand looked human but well defined and strong. As the arm followed it, it was possible to see a powerful limb, beautiful and muscular. The only thing that betrayed its demonic origins was how the nails were black as night and pointed like claws. A foot followed the hand and soon, most of the demon's body was slipping through the wall as if it were a silken sheet. Even in the dim light, it was impossible not to be awed by its beauty.

The man stood in front of Celestria was undeniably handsome, over six foot with a tanned, muscular body that seemed to radiate a golden light. Dark gems studded his body as if they were inlaid directly into his flesh and a sense of power surrounded him, causing awe within the room. Majestic black horns swept upwards from his forehead, curving across his luxurious ebony hair that hung loose across his shoulders. His eyes was dark, hard to see but their pupils burned with a fascinating fire, his gaze never leaving the naked form of Celestria. The beast was completely naked and his fearsomely sized dick swung freely, not flaccid but not completely erect either. One could only imagine with horror what kind of size it might reach when aroused. Even now, it seemed to swell as the demon's eyes drank in the girl's naked form. Despite its obvious readiness to fuck, the demon paused in front of her and smiled.

"Greetings Annointed One," he said in a deep baritone that resonated around the room. "I have met many maidens in this room but none were quite as captivating as you. It is a shame that these crumbling mortals around us insist that we take part in this barbaric ritual. There is so much more I could show you, so many riches to be discovered in my realm."

The same ear splitting silence returned to the room, but ten times louder, so loud that it accompanied the wild hammering of her heart like some twisted symphony that only she could hear. Within that silence though she could hear her own breathing, could hear the way her lungs drew in the breath quickly and how it shuddered each time it left her lips; terror was consuming her wholly even as she watched through her peripherals when all bowed their heads and waited the demon’s arrival.

What drew her frightened sapphire eyes away from those who stayed silent was the glimmer across the blackened wall, even though the light within the dimly lit chamber was not enough to cause what she had just witnessed. She couldn’t tear her wide, terrified eyes away from the rippling pool that was the doorway into the third circle of Hell, especially when a hand, a male’s hand slid out from the darkness which was then followed by a forearm. Just like how she pictured his skin, it glittered with a golden sheen beneath the soft glow of the countless candles that burned; did this monster already knew what her mind had conjured?

How was it that this demon, perhaps known for it’s cruelty appeared almost human, minus the elongated ebony claws and the long protruding horns from his forehead. When the demon finally stepped through, the Anointed one let out an audible gasp both out of surprise, horror and even desire. He was divine, tall and covered in finely sculpted muscles that already she could imagine hovering over her while they fucked. She gave a quick shake of her head to dislodge the sinful desires, ’Strength Celestria! Strength! R-Remain pure girl!’ Another hollow edict even as she dropped her head to stare at her bare feet and the intricate crimson designs that snaked up her alabaster skin.

In the quick glimpse she had caught of the monster that was to take her innocence she of course had spied his massive weapon and noted that it was, impressive albeit terrifying. She already reasoned that despite her hourglass figure, her wide womanly hips and her supple breasts that that monstrous length would NOT fit within her unless flesh was ripped asunder. While she gazed at her feet Celestria could feel the unmistakable weight of both the demon’s power as well as his gaze drinking in her naked form. Beneath his gaze she quaked, so much so that her would be able to see her shivering, and how every fine hair on her body stood at painful attention.

Was he grinning at her? Did he honestly believe that such an angelic grin would dissuade her from believing he was anything but a beast but then he spoke, and if there had been a more lovely sound, Celestria did not know what it could be. His voice commanded her undivided attention and when she raised her eyes to meet his, she felt herself losing her sanity. His eyes burned with an otherworldly fire that coaxed her to stare deeply and unblinking into his demonic gaze.

“Evening Demon,” she returned, her voice holding a fraction of the coldness she had intended, though she knew that if she were too bitter, too angry or foul with this Demon Prince of Lust that he could easily make her suffer and no one in attendance would lift a finger to help. His compliment had her belly twisting, pleased though she knew it to be a lie, “Words whispered by monsters hold only so much charm but thank you,” she murmured, swallowing the hard lump that had formed in her throat. His offer to show her more made her wish to snort loudly but she remained placid, “What do you intend on doing to me?” She answered his statement with a question, intent on directing the attention away from his offer, “I have heard few rumors and know even less now that I stand before you in only what God bestowed upon me at my birth, what you do to those chosen by fate.”

Would he answer her or would he leave her to wonder or would he force her to submit to him in any depraved way that he so desired?

If Celestria's attempts to conceal her contempt for the demon had failed, he gave no indication of it. If anything, her words just made his smile become even more charming as if he found her resistance appealing. He strode around the circle, admiring her from all angles with those burning eyes of his. For a being hell bent of raping and ravishing her, he seemed remarkably in control of his urges.

"I am hoping that in time you will not regard me as such a monster," he replied, his voice resonating around the room. "In fact I think you will find that it you and I who are surrounded by the real monsters. Did you think that it was I who picked you? That I was the one who chose for you to be given to me? You may call me a monster but I was not the one who selected you to be thrust in front of me, knowing full well what I will do to you if you fail..."

The demon clearly liked what he saw and as he admired her, it was possible to see his immense organ twitch with anticipation. Was he holding back to give her a false sense of hope, that she might be able to talk her way out of this? Or did he have something else in mind? He muscular body glistened in the light of the torches, an amber glow that seemed to come with an aura of darkness and delight. Around him the brethren remained still but all of them could feel his unholy presence as it seeped into the room.

"As for what I intend to do to you child," he continued, coming to stand in front of her and gaze into her eyes, "I wish to bring you a gift, the same gift that I will bring to everyone. I wish to free you. To lift from your eyes the scales that have blinded your kind since the dawn of humanity. I want to give you many things but we will not even need to leave this room for me to show you wonders you have never before conceived of. When our congress is complete... I guarantee that your world will be changed, never to be seen again with such a restricted view."

The way that his mouth turned up higher into an even more charming smile was enough to send another wave of desire trickling down her spine ice kissing her skin with it’s chilly kisses. Instantly her nipples reacted to the sudden shiver and the lovely rose colored tips hardened like diamonds beneath his gaze: damn her lecherous body! No amount of calming breaths or silent edicts would conceal the tight throbbing tips that practically shouted to the demon, ’Look at me and take me into your mouth!

“You have given me no name to call you by demon-” she had started only to have the words that lingered on her tongue dissolve into her saliva as he circled her like a predator preparing to pounce, his words ringing true, though she knew he was trying to tempt her away from her righteous cause, so she countered quickly, “Are you not a monster?” She questioned, following his movements with her eyes, “You have free will, you do not have to come to Earth each decade and force yourself upon women,yet is that not considered monstrous? Do you not remember that once you were an angel and because Lucifer tempted you with golden promises you fell into the darkness and despair of Hell? If you were no monster you would not do this, to me or to anyone else ever again.”

It was true that Celestria was bitter at those who had chosen her to be God’s right hand but by the same token she did not blame God; he was all that she had right now and all that she would have to hold onto besides the silver coin that she still caressed between her fingers. By this point she had become distracted by the demon, watching as he admired her from all angles, and once more that terrified, gut wrenching feeling filled her belly when he came to stand in front her, capturing her gaze like she knew he would capture her form against him if she did not tread carefully.

For the briefest of moments, the dark haired beauty believed that perhaps it was possible to persuade this creature of darkness into letting her leave, letting her return to her quiet life but she knew better than to assume that because the demon spoke to her, and because his length jumped and twisted with his desire, that he would simply stop. There was no reasoning with one of Lucifer’s children and there was no escaping the fate that he would bestow upon her soon. “Your freedom comes at a high price demon,” she once more returned, setting her jaw and glaring down the demon with the intent not to lose to something so sinister, even though her body began to once more tremble under the weight of his hefty gaze. “Your promises and gifts are not but traps laid down to entice me, they are words poisoned by the wickedness that has corrupted and blackened your heart. If you truly wish to bestow upon me a gift that I will cherish, beg forgiveness from the Almighty God and have him once more restore your wings to their brilliant golden hue.”

She had wanted to say that she wanted nothing from him, that he could burn in the fiery pits for eternity and she would be content with that as a gift but once more she reminded herself that the creature before her, while beautiful and so sinfully tempting, he was a demon and if she offended him far too much than he would have her pressed to the unforgiving floor beneath her, ass in the air and taking him into her sex for the first time. “Tell me demon, do you enjoy trying to corrupt God’s children? What have you to gain from fornecating with us? God has taken your right to bear an heir, what purpose other than to torment us is there?”

The demon listened to Celestria as she spoke, smiling to himself as she accused him. If he was irritated by her accusations, he showed no sign of it. Instead he paced in front of her, watching with amusement as his muscular form slowly aroused her senses. Was he deliberately showing off in front of her, exposing his impressive body just to stimulate her senses? It was possible, he certainly seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.

"I can see that your peers have filled your head with all manner of lies," replied the beast when she had finished. "Your story of rebellion and The Fall reads like a tale one reads to children before bedtime, a simple explanation for why bad things have to happen to good people. I assure you that the world is not so simple..."

He had begun moving around her again, admiring her nakedness. His manhood was firmer now, stiffening as he circled in on her, drawing closer and closer as he spoke. All he needed was a sign of weakness and he would have her.

"My kind and I wish for freedom, nothing more, freedom from where we were cast when we dared to speak out against oppression. We get rare opportunities to break through into your world and when we do, we celebrate, your kind welcomes us with open arms and we dance like none have ever danced before in a cavalcade of fornication..." His tone changed and his voice now came from behind her, barely above a whisper.

"The others that came before you... they never told you what happened to them, did they?" He was close now, creeping up behind her, his irresistable aura sweeping over her, the heat from his body now so close to her own flesh. "We corrupted no-one, harmed none of your kind. Your sisters in the faith... they were not virtuous saints who resisted their desires..." He was standing behind her, his hands reaching to embrace her, the heat from his member hot against her thigh...

"I am Abbadon and they gave themselves to me... with pleasure...."

No matter how she tried to prepare herself for the demon’s charming smile, she couldn’t resist the desire that flooded through her with the knowledge that she was the direct cause of that alluring pulling of his mouth. Watching him pace too and fro had Celestria growing more antsy and the desire to pull away only to collect her robe and break through the circle of Magi, it was becoming overwhelming. ’He’s teasing you girl, testing your resolve, you must remain strong, remain pure of heart,’ and while she prayed to God for help and for the strength that she needed, she found that her mind was dwelling on how wonderful it would be to taste that sinful skin with the flat of her tongue.

“What fills my head demon are not lies, do you expect me to believe an entity shrouded in pain and suffering? What I know of you and your kind are stories, and while they may be used to lull babes to sleep, it is best they understand the treachery and wickedness that posses you and your kin. If it is not as simple as you say, recount when you fell” She bidded, her eyes setting into narrowed slits, almost offended by how he regarded her god. Lucifer was no saint, even upon his creation! The Mourning Star had grown jealous of mankind, had wanted to be equal to God and because of his vanity and his greed, he and more than half of Heaven’s denizens fell to Earth as the prideful, spoiled children that they were; having lost favor with the Creator.

While the demon’s pacing had been unsettling, it was when he moved from her line of sight and behind her that Celestria’s body was instantly aware of his presence. She dare not turn her gaze towards him again or even risk pressing her body to his if he drew her in close. Again her heart thundered loudly in her ears, threatening to break through the sensitive skin of her inner ear; why did he have to draw so close to her?

She listened to him recall his banishment just like as she had asked; hearing it from a demon’s perspective was educational although the truth was muddied by a tongue that lapped up the sickly sweet syrup of sin. Just hearing him recount his fall due to their oppression and how when he and his brethren rose, they rejoiced by tarnishing themselves further in the sin of lust, she felt her stomach twist into sickening knots. While her face contorted into a visage of disgust, Celestria couldn’t help but wonder silently: what was a demon like him like in between the sheets.

The thought lingered in her head for longer than it should have as it clouded her thinking and her senses. Her silent wondering had dulled her senses and allowed the demon to slink behind her. What brought her out of the haze of her crimson desire was the sound of his whispered voice brushing against her ear, like finger in the wind. She shivered again as his voice seemed to caress her skin with feather light touches. Desperately she fought for control, fought to regain her mind and her body. By now she could feel the heat of his skin licking against her own, a surprised noise escaping her parted lips as he explained how those before her had fallen at his feet but not because they have been corrupted. When his arms collected her against his strong torso and she could feel the warmth and steady throb of his manhood, the Anointed One yelped, taken aback by how her body did not instantly fight the hold.

She whimpered softly,finally writhing in his grasp but she stilled when he whispered his name hotly into her ear and his voice hissed that those who had been chosen had given foolishly into their desires. Having Abbadon so close, his body pressed tightly against her own naked body, her mind began to swirl and her desires seemed to…’grow’? How was it that he thrust into her such an unquenchable fire that caused her to gasp for precious air.

Fear dissolved into aching need but despite the overwhelming drug that was lust flowing through her veins she still fought weakly against his hold, “R-Release me,” she stammered, the arrogant, self righteous tone having been replaced by a weak plea. She knew deep down that despite her words and how she fought to gain control, he would be able to smell her arousal that mixed with the sweet perfume of the oils and rose water her body had been cleansed with, “I-I won’t fall like them~”

It was only a matter of time now.

Abaddon did not stop, his taloned hands coming to rest on Celestria's smooth shoulders. Whether it was from the heat of his lust or his internal fire, it was hard to tell but his touch was so hot it almost burned.

"You do not wish me to release you," he stated, his hands moving slowly down her arms. For a monstrous demon, his touch was incredibly soft and sensuous as if he knew just where to touch her. "You have been waiting for this moment, for the first caress. You tremble not from fear... but from desire..."

The beast's aura was overpowering, his presence impossible to deny. His member throbbed against the back of Celestria's thigh and his breath was hot and oppressive. Soon, he could feel, she would bend to his will. This one was spirited, resentful of being chosen. He could use that, mould it into anger and show her a way to turn on those who had sent her against him. Her skin was soft beneath his hands and he lusted after her. How thrilling it would be to ravish her untouched body and rape her pure mind. His balls already throbbed with the thought of spilling his potent seed inside of her and yet he also hoped she would not bend too easily. It was always so much more exciting when the strong willed humans finally broke.

His hands slowly moved down her arms, fingertips almost brushing the sides of her breasts as he held her. Close, but not close enough to pleasure her... just enough to turn her mind towards lustful thoughts.

"And now my dear," he purred in her ear, "you have the advantage of me. You know who I am but you have been unforthcoming with your name. Tell me so I may whisper it while in our throes of passion..."

The fact that the demon did not stop and instead continued his assault on her body, his touch only grew gentler as if he knew that running those strong fingers over her skin would entice her to give into his ‘demands’ quicker. It was getting harder to focus on staying pure and remembering that the end goal was to defeat the demon or the world would fall into ruin. How much longer did he need to remain by this demon’s side? Was it until dawn or perhaps until her body was spent and she lay beneath him with not but her body aching and his thick spunk sliding out from her abused and thoroughly used sex? Either way, it would be a long day.

“Y-You do not know what I want demon,” she hissed weakly, fighting to keep control of her desire as best she could, her protest falling on deaf ears when his hands encircled her shoulders and ran down the length of her arm, “How apt of you to twist the thoughts and emotions of a someone like myself, I quake because I fear what you will do but I do not stop you in fear of your wrath. I am no fool.” She was lying to herself, lying and knew that the desire to allow him to caress her, to tease her and taste her skin was becoming all too real.

The raw power that wafted off of him in waves felt like hundreds of hands pulling her down beneath the mirror surface, hands that she could not pull away from, hands that groped and kneaded her flesh desperately, desperate like their twisted king.

Those skillful, wicked hands ran down her arms further, those finger tips drawing too close to her breasts for comfort, leaving her body aching for his touch. A small nose, a noise somewhere between a moan and a gasp escaped her lips, when the phantom touch sent waves of electricity tearing through her naked form only to once more force her body to tighten. She wanted to give in and abandon any reservations she had; she wanted to know what those lips tasted like, how his mouth would feel against the incline of her throat or the way his prick would ease into her when he finally could take no more of their game.

The sound of Abaddon's voice had her drawing back into her reality, heart pounding and breath leaving her in desperate gasps. Wretching herself away, she turned to face the demon and shook her head, “If I tell you my name Abaddon, will you return to hell and forget this silly game that we play?” She knew it wouldn’t accept, knew that now she faced him, her arms coming to circle around her breasts in a feeble effort to hide her nudity from him

The demon smiled to witness her pathetic attempt at modesty as she wrapper her arms around her breasts. Disuaded from such an easy target, the demon's hands instead probed lower, running down her sides and converging across her belly, descending lower and lower towards her unprotected nether regions. Her nakedness left no defenses and the demon sought to exploit ever angle he could. His hands rested on her stomach, mere inches from her pubic mound, ready to invade her most intimate regions.

"But I like playing games," replied the beast, his chest pressed against her back. "Yet all I ask is the same trust that you have sought from me. If we are to be pawns in this game, I insist we meet on an even playing field. You have my name, now you must give me yours else I will give you one of my own. And when I mark you with my own name, I promise you this: no holy seer or monk will entreat with you again for you will be my fallen one. To name something is to give it purpose, to define its existence. Who will command your destiny, lustful and wanton one? You, or I, your master?"

The beast was hard against her back, his hands waiting near her sex, poised to invade her most sensitive of areas at the slightest remark. His breath was hot on her shoulders and the burning heat of his desire sizzled against her naked flesh. Oh to possess the innocent in front of him, to watch her writhe in ecstasy and beg for his damned seed... The demon had possessed many mortals but this one seemed determined to thwart him. That he could not accept. She would either bend to his infernal will or become a corrupted, lustful flesh zombie, possessed of nothing but the desire to service his demonic person.

"It will not be long now," he purred, "I can feel your desire calling to me. You want me, your desires conjured me and soon you will feel me driving within you... Open yourself to me, heart, body and soul...!"

One of his clawed hands caressed her neck, stroking it gently before resting over her throat, ready to hold, restrain or choke her depending on how her desire dictated. The demon knew his triumph was near... all he had to do was push her into giving into her lust...

The sound of the smile in his breathing made her instantly stiffen against him and while she wanted to move away from him, wanted to fight him, her body pressed firmer against his, despite feeling her stomach twist into disgusted knots. Her own body was such a traitor! Feeling his hand slide from her arm and over her side to the flat of her belly, she gasped as another wave of heat came crashing down onto her. Her breathing was ragged and caught in her throat as she fought to collect words.

“Y-You’re evil,”she hissed angrily, her brows furrowing, daring a glance over her shoulder to listen to him as he spoke. The idea of giving Abaddon her name was a little more than unsettling. There was no question what he would do with it: he’d moan her name while he was buried between her thighs or he would command her to release her first orgasm around him by calling her by name but by the same token when he began to say that he would give her a name of his choosing that would define her for the remainder of her days she whimpered pathetically knowing she had to relent. “C-Celestria,” she murmured weakly knowing damn well that he could hear her, “M-My name is Celestria,”she repeated a little louder, worried that she would have to say it again per his command; it was one thing she would not relent on.

She could still feel his hardness, stiff and throbbing against her backside, jumping whenever she moved against the sensitive rod. It certainly didn’t help when his hot breath blasted against her cool skin that her nipples instantly tightened to painful peeks. Each time they tightened she would whimper and fight desperately for control of her own form: a form until recently she thought she knew . What was this beast doing to her?!

“Y-You’re deluded,” she hissed again, more angry with herself than with Abaddon, that was until he spoke and reminded her that her desire was like a beacon in the darkness, shining so bright that it was blinding. “I w-won’t give myself to you willingly,” but she knew that if he touched her, tasted her, fucked her just the way her body craved, she would be putty in his hands. As if sealing her fate or perhaps driving his point home those long, dagger like nails and fingertips caressed the incline of her neck and once more a whimper came from her even as she drew in her bottom lip to silence herself. “S-Stop this-”she pleaded weakly, practically gasping for breath, his finger slowly curling around her neck.

’I can not lose to him’, so from the last reserve of strength that she had been given she reached up with a quaking hand and gripped the demon’s wrist tightly, her knuckles going white, “I-I won’t be your plaything Abaddon, y-you can not make me.” It was danger choice of words that she knew she would come to regret later.

"Celestria..." purred the demon, savouring the taste of her word in his mouth. The way he said it, the way he pronounced every syllable made it sound as if she had just surrended her soul to him and he was enjoying it as an exquisite morsel.

"I am neither evil nor deluded," he continued, his hand resting on her belly. "What is more evil, to revel in the realm of the senses or to deny yourself the passion that you so desperately desire?" He needed no answer, her arousal did not take demonic senses to perceive. As he towered over her, his aura so strong it was almost tangible, the hand started to slip lower, gently brushing the mound of her sex. "Humans are creatures of the flesh, flesh that demands surrender, demands I can meet. You just need to give yourself to me..."

He whispered his words as his lips brushed the nape of her neck, soft lips gently brushing her smooth skin. With expert dexterity, his ran the tips of his teeth across her flesh, just enough to tease the beginnings of a bite. He could feel the round of her ass against his stiffening cock, growing more pronounced by the second. The desire to throw her to the floor and deflower her in an act of rampant savagery was tempting but he needed her compliance, her failure to make it all the more sweet. Soon...

With a sudden, swift motion, he hand dived into her sex, hot fingertips pressing against her moist lips but not yet penetrating her. He roughly stroked and caressed her pussy, fingers poised to penetrate her.

"You are mine and you know it. Now beg for me to pleasure you Celestria, beg for me to ravish you!"

In all her life, in all her years of people calling her by name, never had a person defiled it or brought her so much joy with calling her by name. The demon let each syllable roll of his tongue like a wicked spell long since forgotten. How wretched of the Lord of Lust to tease her with the sound of his breathy, black magic voice caressing her eardrums in the form of her name. .’God, please, release me from this torment,’, Celestria’s silent prayer to the creator but instead it had been meant for the demon at her back; there was only one way for her to end this suffering and only Abaddon could do release her. Fiery hatred sourced through her veins as she silently pleaded for the beast to say her name again, even if it were simply to tease her. Why had God done this to her? To force her to face off against an ageless embodiment of Lust and expect her to win, to not fall to the snares of her own desire and relent to this monster? What her creator asked of her was impossible and already she could feel her resolve crumbling as her sex dripped virgin honey for the fallen angel.

The only sound that resonated within the dimly lit chamber was the sound of Celestria gasping for air. Her heart raced faster when the demon began to speak again, mentioning it was she who was evil for denying herself the simple pleasures of the flesh; did he expect her to fall to her knees and open her thighs wide to invite him in? She was chosen by god to fight this demon and sate his lust. There was more to life than just sex, wasn’t there? The aura around her that swirled around her body and fogged her mind was beginning to cloud her judgement and make her truly wonder if perhaps sex was the only answer but she still clung desperately to her purity, wondering if God was even listening to her anymore. “I-I desire nothing from you-” she moaned, a surprised yelp escaping her lips when his hand again began to travel south towards her sex.

The young woman began to squirm within the demon’s grasp as he inched ever further towards her slit, teasing her in such a way that she could practically hear him saying ’You will give into your desire sooner rather than later Anointed One, let me help you fall from your lofty position into the sweet throng of my ecstasy.’ She had to fight the swirling desire that pooled in her blood.

His voice went hushed again as he whispered his words against her flesh and the heat of his mouth reminded her that he was from another plain of existence, her skin practically ignited by the trail his lips left on the crook of her neck. Another whimper escaped her when the demon drew his teeth against her skin causing her body to instantly jump and her breathing to catch in her throat, “S-Stop this,” she pleaded, the crimson blush that colored her cheeks having bled into her chest.

Just after she had begged him to stop did she instantly stiffen and let her head fall back against the demon’s shoulder as his fingers caressed her smooth skin of her nether lips. She could feel her heart beat in her sex and it rapid hammering of her heart only grew stronger with the demon’s teasing touch. Throwing caution to the wind, Celestria withdrew her remaining hand that covered her breast to slide down to the demon’s hand and grip his wrist, weakly pulling at the limb to dislodge it from between her thighs.

“I-I am n-not y-yours” she protested through a gasp of air, “Y-You wi-awwwhh~ Mmmhh-will n-not have the s-satisfaction of my begging A-Abaddon,”the corners of her mouth turning up into an impish grin. However, despite this bravado she proudly wore as her armor to conceal her mounting desire, this demon of Lust had to do but one last thing to have the dark haired champion of God begging him to give her her release.

All he had to do was part her lips and stroke the engorged button to send her into a downward spiral of lust and desire.

Abaddon did not reply at first, enjoying the crumbling resistance of the human woman. They all succumbed in time, all of them begging to be impaled upon his monstrous cock. Celestria would be no different, soon she would be begging like a whore for him to dump his infernal seed into her belly, to be a willing recipient of his damned load. His clawed hand cupped her naked breast, talons barely stroking the cherry red tip of her nipple. His other hand rested above her lips, gently rubbing them, feeling them moisten with anticipation. He wanted her dripping, he pussy ready to receive his member.

"You desire fulfilment," he purred in her ear. "You desire abandonment but most of all... you desire... penetration...!"

His finger slipped between her lips, pressing the sensitive organ a the top of her sex, his burning hot digit pressing against it and sending a wave of orgasmic pleasure through her. His teeth bit into her shoulder and he pressed her hard to his muscular body, turgid prick ramming into her buttocks with potent intentions. Restraining her, holding her unable to move, he rubbed her clit hard, squeezing her breast with the other hand and letting her feel his lustful body against hers.

"Surrender to me Celestria... your vows mean nothing, you were born for this moment. To pleasure, to fuck.. to breed...!"

His lewd tongue licked against the side of her face as he hand pressed harder and one of his large fingers slipped inside of her moistened slit, his hand still pressing onto her engorged clit. With growing intensity, he repeatedly rammed it into her, viciously fingering her while he growed in her ear.

The fact that the demon said nothing at first and instead remained still against her meant only one thing to the Holy Champion: it meant that the demon knew that her resolve was crumbling and that she could not withstand his teasing much longer. Admitting that to herself was harder than anything she had ever done, admitting it to the demon was going to be much harder. The moment that she had moved her hand, the demon moved as well, the hand that had encircled her throat now slid down and cupped her heavy globe within his hand, the long ebony nails brushing close to the throbbing tip of her breast but staying just far enough away to fool her mind into believing he had touched her. How horrible of him to tease her in such a way that her body was practically screaming for her first release.

’Admit it girl, you want him to pump you full of his seed, to offer up your body to him and let him use you however he sees fit. Don’t you want to feel the warmth that he will fill you with spread throughout your womb? Surely the marks that adorn your skin are not simply just to entice the demon~’ What else could they be for? Swallowing the lump that had once more formed in her throat, Celestria had to fight the voices that whispered in her head; she had to remain pure!

The worrying, frantic thoughts within her head melted away when the demon came to speak again against her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe and his breath hotly washing over her skin, making her body shiver and scream for the demon to continue to touch her. She had to hold on a bit longer and try and convince the demon that despite the obvious signals her body was giving so freely, she couldn’t submit after having come so far. “I won’t give in to you Abaddon and I refuse to let you fill me with your seed, I am not your,-”her voice morphing into a sweet song of pleasure, “A-Awwwh! D-Don’t t-touch m-me t-there! Uuuuhhh! N-Nahh-ahh- ahh ot t-there!” Tears had begun to well up in her eyes as the pleasure began to overwhelm her, her body now writhing against the demon as the demon slipped his fingers between her lips and caressed her drooling sex

His skilled digit sought out the one place she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist: the throbbing bud between her lips that screamed for the demon to not only press against it with his finger but to also feel his lips collect it and that divine tongue flick against the aching button. The slow back and forth friction of his fingers drew her closer to her orgasm, and it was a sensation entirely unknown to her, “I-I’m g-going to-”she stammered, finally drawing in her bottom lip to silence her pathetic mewling for the demon

’Give in, let the demon breed you. Aren’t you curious to know what it feels like? To have something so much more powerful fill you with his spunk? Give. In~’ The voices within her head, accompanied with the finger fucking and the bite to her neck had been the proverbial straw to break the camel's back.

When the finger between her lips slid into the tight sheath of her virginal sex she cried out, sealing her fate, “F-Fuck me~ P-Pplease I-I c-can’t t-take a-any more! F-Fuck me! F-Fill me with your seed, f-flood my m-mortal w-womb with your cum. I-I need to feel you to e-empty yourself into my depths!”

The demon needed no response, no more than the sound of her compliance, the mewling sound of a mortal cunt desperate for his infernal cock. As his hand penetrated her soft flesh, he pressed her back and thrust her down towards the floor, sending her onto all fours. He put a hand on the small of her back, making sure that she was as close to the floor as possible.

Without hesitating, the beast stooped behind her and roughly shoved two fingers into her sopping sex, pressing hard and masturbating her willing cunt. He knelt behind her, his rampant prick swollen and ready, pushing into her leg. It would not be long until he plunged it into her ready pussy and penetrated her mortal depths. It had been a long time since he'd met a mortal able to resist his charms for so long, he would enjoy devouring her soul and corrupting her body.

"You see Celestria, your failed concepts and redundant gods cannot save you from yourself," he purred as his thrust into her pussy. "You cannot deny your own lusts, you will not prevail until you can control your own desires and I assure you, I will make sure that you cannot." A third finger popped into her pussy as he continued to pound her, his thumb still rubbing hard against her swollen clit.

Abaddon stroked his infernal cock as she shuddered in front of him. The monstrous organ looked enough to cause people an internal injury but he did not care. He would own this defiant woman, show her who she belonged to with his aggressive organ. With a grunt of joy, he positioned the bulbous cock head against Celestria's moist slit and began to push.

"Receive my cock now Celestria, whore of this realm," he growled. "Receive my body as it is given unto you... Take this and think of me..."

He pushed his hips forward and the swollen meat sank into her flesh...

The sound of her own voice begging the demon to finally fill her sounded so….foreign to her but the irony was that Abaddon had not needed to hear her plea for him to shatter her virginity, it had been the mewling and moaning to alert him. She was so foolish but in this foolishness she had not signed her soul over to the demon. Not yet anyway...In the time it had taken her to swallow her saliva to try and alleviate her sudden case of cotton mouth, she was splayed out on all fours, ass up and face pressed firmly against the cold stone floor. The mortal woman began to shiver with all manner of emotions; fear, excitement, disgust, her mind was abuzz with sensations and with desire.

Her demonic lover wasted no time falling in line behind her and pressing two of his skilled digits into her drooling cunt, “A_Ahh!Y-Yes,r-right there! Mmmmm! G-God yes!” She bellowed sweetly, her song reaching all the ears of those watching her first introductions into sex. Her song was accompanied with the lewd wet squelching noise her pussy made as the muscles inside of her sex clung tightly to the foreign intruder.

How had she denied herself for so long? How had she resisted the throbbing urge to slip her fingers between the folds of her dress when she lay alone at night in the monastery? She had needed this, needed this more than water or air and now that her thirst for sex was being quenched, she knew she could never turn away from her desire. That sweet, black velvet voice that belonged to the master of her pleasure sang against her ears and had her writhing on the floor, body quivering and quaking, an obvious plea for the Fallen Prince to part her sex and break through the last shreds of her virginity. She was so close to her orgasm, so close that if he stopped or pulled away or did anything that meant losing the feeling of her eventual release, she would beg like the common whore she was.

As if the Devil himself had answered her prayers, the Holy Warrior felt the demon behind her poise the large mushroom tipped head of his length tease her entrance. His heat ignited her lust into an unquenchable fire that threatened to consume her entire being, “P-Please put it in!” She begged, wagging her hips back and forth, “Hurry, I-I can’t-” she started to beg, falling silent when his voice resonated once more sweetly in her ears. The dark haired whore grinned for the briefest of moments before pain wracked her body as inch by thick throbbing inch filled her.

“I-It h-hurts!” She cried, fingernails digging into the stone beneath her, “S-Stop! I-It hurts!” But she knew she was past the point of no return, even as her walls spread wide to welcome Abaddon in.

The demon did not relent one bit as his monster cock began to work its way into Celestria's pussy. He savoured every second as it slipped, inch by painful inch into her virgin body. He even allowed himself a mischievious chuckle as he held her body to the floor, his member violating her stretched sex.

"We both know that you do not really want me to stop..." he purred, his hand pressing into the small of her back. "Your kind is better like this, on your knees, serving us immortals with your sensuous flesh...!"

His bulbous cock continued to drive into her, tearing her apart and piercing her sensitive skin. The demon growled as he push forth, relentless and showing no mercy. From where she was bent over, he could see her stretched lips as they tried to accommodate his immense organ, her thighs shuddering with the strain of being pierced by such a massive beast on her first go.

"You are a brave one aren't you Celestria?" he continued, grinding his muscular body into hers. "They never told you what I would do to you, did they? Never said how much I would test your body, corrupt your flesh and scorch my name across your soul... I will take every part of you, penetrate you in ways you never imagined possible, not even in your most fevered of dreams and you will beg me for it! Even now your tiny ass is looking at me, waiting, waiting for me to destroy it. Soon you will feel my load within you... I will make you consume it, drink it, bathe in it until you are baptised as my beautiful spawn!"

The demon growled as his dick sunk into Celestria, the bestial organ stretching her and piercing her cunt with his swollen meat. It had been too long since he had violated a mortal, he had forgotten how liberating it could be. But soon, he reminded himself, soon there would be plenty more humans to fuck and breed with, just as soon as he had destroyed Celestria's faith completely!

The gravity of her actions came crashing down around her; what had she done?!She had given this demon consent on the sole purpose of the pleasure he had wrought upon her body with his skilled fingers! Had her constitution been so delicate that the simple brush of his fingers against her throbbing clit had her pressing herself to the floor like a bitch in heat, swaying her hips too and fro for the next willing cock?! ’I have failed you God!” The tears that fell down her cheeks were not only out of the pain that choked out any pleasure there may have been but also out of bitter anger for her own weak heart. ’Please forgive me!’ She begged but no one answered nor words of comfort were whispered to her in her hour of need. Had the Creator forsaken her because she had been so weak of heart?

Celestia wanted to beg the demon to stop, wanted to offer him whatever he wanted just as long as he stopped the assault on her body but she knew that if she fell any further into depravity that God really would leave her in the clutches. What a silly human to continue to fight even though she knew she had lost this first round against the demon, she couldn’t lose herself to the seductive appeal of the pleasure that he could offer her. The proverbial salt in the wound were his words, that all of her kin were best under the heel of those immortals, subservient and a willing fuck for all those depraved souls. Celestria wanted to fight with him, to tell him that the human race was better for more than just a quick fuck but the pain that bloomed from her sex, it made the words dissolve against her tongue.

Thought faded from her mind when the demon began to drive into her again, another sob escaped her mouth in a heart wrenching plea for anyone to help her. No one would though, even if her cries also haunted all who witnessed the claiming of her innocence. “S-Shut your mouth!” She screamed, clawing at the ground, trying desperately to escape the demon’s hold on her, “J-Just shut your mouth!” If only he would. Instead he continued and the words that spilled forth from his mouth made her body tighten. What would happen once he filled her belly with his damned seed? All the teachings she had ever learned told her that God had stricken the Fallen sterile but was that truly the case or would something take root within her depths: something non-human?

After a few thrusts of the great organ into her depths did she actually begin to feel pleasure commingling with the overwhelming pain, sobs of pain began to blossom into cries of delight and of unheard of pleasure: such a sweet melody her voice carried when pleasure took over.

Watching the mortal break gave Abaddon a pleasure that no orgasm could ever match. As his monstrous dick sunk further into her, he could feel her pussy open to him, adapting to the filthy organ that now filled her virgin slit. Even though her face was turned away from him, he could sense her broken spirit, her shame and it filled him with such joy that he could not help but laugh at her misfortune. As his hips pushed the bestial organ even further into her, he sank to all fours, his muscular body pressing her further down into the floor.

"My what a pitiful sight you are, engaged in carnal lust with a beast from The Pit!" he growled, ignoring her pleas to be silent. "How forsaken are you now, how cast out from the sight of your god!" He laughed and began ramming his thick cock into her with no regard for her comfort.

His powerful body stood proud of her, his long black hair falling over her as he grasped her close. His touch was red hot and his long nails scratched deeply into her skin as he groped her body, revelling in watching someone so holy become so depraved. A hand grasped one of her swinging breasts and clutched it, feeling the soft skin yield to his touch. Such heavenly flesh, so ripe for corruption!

"There is no way back for you now Celestria," he continued, every inch of his burning cock now sunk into her moistness. "Once you are damned, you are mine forever, no god would take you back now. The only way is down... come fall with me, feel your body yield to the pleasure. This is your purpose now, to fuck and service me, to be used for pleasure and play. I will show you such pleasures, you will beg for me to make you my corrupted servant..."

His thrusts were becoming more ardent already, piercing her painfully and sending jolts of ecstasy and pain through her. Not long now, he told himself and she would beg to be used like a cheap whore...!

’Endure Celestria, endure and you will save the mortal race!’ But the the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that coursed through her blood and pooled in her veins was dizzying. It made her feel weightless but yet her body felt like it weighed a ton; how did the demon have such control over her, and in such a short amount of time. Another growl issued from her parted lips when the demon began to speak again, “I should tear your tongue from your mouth!” She bellowed sharply, only to have her voice sing a sweet song of pleasure when that thick rod pressed in tight sex. How much more torture did God intend for her to endure?!

When the demon pressed his beautiful form firmly against the Champions back’s his long ebony hair cascading over her back, the raven haired woman whimpered softly. She had never wanted to harm someone so much yet the desire to keep his body close against her own was something she couldn’t grasp. Why was this feeling overwhelming her and blurring her vision. As one of his strong hands collected a freely swinging teat, she mewled and arched her back, desperate to have the demon fondle her, to tease the hard, throbbing nipple beneath his palm and offer up to her an orgasm that forced her body into sweet, mind shattering ecstasy.

“Shut. Your. Mouth~”she whinned, her voice not unable to hide the desire she so desperately fought against, “Y-You’re a creature that preys on the innocent, that corrupts the righteous and enslaves the holy. You fill my head with lies that I know can not be true. My God is love, is forginess, h-he will forgive me and when I send you back to the circle of hell from whence you came, he will forgive all sins if I beg and truly feel shame for what I have done.” But even now, beneath Abaddon she wondered if this was true. Would God really take her back? Would he forgive her for sins so great that she herself would not be damned to hell? What if he didn’t?! What if her only salvation was to accept the demon’s offer and become his plaything? Yes her life would be fleeting and she knew she would live for eternity with the guilt and shame of her actions but she would be doomed to a life filled with such sweet pleasures that no Earthly entity could offer her the same.

“I-I refuse to fall…” She whimpered, fresh tears streaking down her beautiful face, pooling on the cold, unforgiving floor beneath her, “God will forgive me,” but again, that same feeling of uncertainty filled her gut with a horrible twisting knot that only spun her insides tighten around her core, making her body want to wretch. As her words evaporated into the air that was heavy with the scent of incense, Celestria cried out in sweet blissful agony when the demon’s hips began to slap against her own. That pain forced her to clench her teeth as tightly as she could while the pleasure had her sex dripping with new desire; already her thighs were sticky with her own juices and the demon would be able to tell by both the smell of her wanton hole and the tightening in her sheath that she was close to release, close to cumming around the Demon’s unholy shaft and allowing herself to ‘fall’ like he had commanded.

“N-No more please, I- I can’t” she began, her voice pierced by a powerful thrust from the demon pressing down into her.

"Oh but you can," growled the demon from above her, "and you will. I know how much you want this, how much you've yearned for it. The stench of corruption is all over you, I am merely helping you to evolve."

The monster continued to plough into Celestria, the thick girth of his prick stretching her wanton hole and pounding her insides. Abaddon's heavy balls swung freely, stroking the wet inside of her thighs with every thrust, their potent content so ripe for release. The demon held her to the floor, one hand raking her back with his claws as he violated her then reaching back to clutch her swinging tits.

He could sense her willingness to fuck, her arousal obvious to his senses. As he stuffed his rigid cock into her mortal cunt, he imagined what way her corruption would manifest. Would she become like him, a demon of powerful and sensual flesh or would her lust burn its way through to her heart, driving her for more and more extreme pleasures, shaping him through her desire. He continued to pump into her, the bulbous head of his rampant prick pounding her cervix wall and piercing her so deeply he wondered whether she might break. So far though, her resilience had been remarkable yet he wondered whether she would fare as well once he had invaded her mind and seeded lustful, perverted thoughts within her. Perhaps she already harboured them, deep down beyond her failing piety.

"Your foolish devotion to your god will not stop me," growled Abaddon, holding her buttocks apart so that he could stuff more of his infernal dick inside of her. "Not even your god can prevent me from filling your cunt with my demonic cum, baptising you with unholy seed. Your body, mind and soul belong to me girl. Stop fighting and learn how to serve your new master!"