by Morgan Hawke
“We shall pray for forgiveness, for the lust that consumes us, the very devil in our bodies,” he growled in her ear.
Cassandra choked, biting her lip to hide her startled grin. Little does he know!
“We shall pray for resistance against temptation.” The Monsignor then began to loudly recite prayers in Latin with vigor.
Cassandra noted that he was breathing heavily between phrases. There was also something hot and firm pressing against her ass. With just the tiniest bit of angling, she was able to work that heated prong into the crack of her ass.
The Monsignor continued unabated in his efforts to pray. His body however, began swaying, with his hard cock sliding along the seam of Cassandra’s firm ass.
Using the Monsignor’s own momentum as he rocked in fervent prayer, Cassandra carefully worked his hard cock down her ass. With a bit of creative maneuvering she was able to get him to slip into the juncture of her plump thighs and up against her dripping pussy. His swollen cock-head seemed to know where it wanted to go and pressed against her wet opening as they rocked.
Just a smidgeon more, Cassandra thought in grinding frustration. She spread her knees a teeny amount wider, then shoved back just a little. His cock-head slid just a bit into her moist opening then out. The Monsignor continued to sway and rock, his shaft cradled snugly in her thighs, his knob slipping into her wet nether-mouth slightly, then back out, then in, then back out.
The Monsignor’s prayers continued in Latin, but his hands had slid down until he was openly cupping her breasts. Cassandra held her clasped palms in place, letting him squeeze the voluptuous weight of her full breasts, his fingers closed over her swollen nipples as though unable to stop himself.
Pleasure began to coil in her belly. I hope he doesn’t chicken out again! she thought with determination.
The Monsignor locked one arm around her and started to push his cock harder and deeper into her depths as he swayed. His prayers grew louder and more fervent.
Suddenly he was in, buried to the hilt, sinking into her as deep as his flesh would allow, stretching her wide, his balls pressing against her. She grunted as he clasped a breast painfully in one hand and pressed his palm against her belly to hold her still in his grasp.
Cassandra felt the heat of her demonic power coil through her loins and center around the cock in her pussy, then make a grab.
She felt the Monsignor shift his weight. Suddenly he was fucking her in earnest, his thighs slapping against her ass loudly in the echoing chamber as he hammered into her. She shuddered under his fevered thrusts. Still he continued in Latin, his phrases breaking as he panted, shafting her for all he was worth.
The Latin phrases broke completely with the Monsignor repeating himself over and over, calling out to his God. Cassandra felt him shudder, then howl as he came in her. Caught off guard, Cassandra suddenly came herself, in a wash of demonic heat moaning in shattering rapture.
The Monsignor weight shoved her forward, face down on the floor with the priest collapsed on top of her,
“What have I done? My purity! I’ve lost my purity,” he sobbed.
“Gotcha!” Cassandra snapped as she rolled out from under the shattered priest. On shaking legs she stood up.
“Witch! You seduced me!” the Monsignor hissed through his tears. “I’ll have you burned, Witch!” he snarled as he lay on the floor.
“No, stupid, I’m not just a witch.” Cassandra grinned, showing him the full glory of her flame-lit eyes.
“Damned!” he choked out. He flung out a hand and made an arcane gesture. Nothing happened. His power was no more.
“That’s one way to put it. I’m a demon.” She giggled, just a little. “And, you’re not a virgin anymore, your spells don’t work pretty boy!” Cassandra hissed. Using her demon-borne strength, she pulled him almost violently, onto his feet by his throat. Gazing deep into his eyes she took his lips in a leisurely heated kiss, her tongue sweeping into his mouth to taste the ashes of his arousal.
Chapter Seven:
Poetic Justice
"Guards! Guards!” the monsignor choked, scrabbling to break Cassandra’s powerful hold on his throat with both hands straining against her small wrists.
A corona of heat washed from Cassandra’s skin, surrounding her in an aura of flame. Her body jerked and shuddered as the demonic presence flooded to the surface. She dropped the priest to the floor.
Her mouth opened and words popped out deepened and heavy with infernal sibilance. “Hmm… Let us go somewhere more private…”
That did not come from me! Cassandra thought in alarm.
Her hand raised and slashed the air in a ripping motion. She hadn’t meant to do that either. Something was moving her limbs for her — she was merely a passenger in her own body.
The room darkened until only the throne and the rug were visible, lit by the light that came from her flaming skin. Then she realized that there were no walls, only complete and utter darkness past the edge of the rug. The world had gone somewhere else, leaving Cassandra and the Monsignor, who had fallen to the floor in horror.
“Why don’t we make ourselves a little more comfortable as well?” said the deep voice from her mouth.
Cassandra shuddered, crying out as she felt her spine twist and tremble. Tiny horns erupted sharply through her skin from each vertebra then her spine lengthened impossibly to become a lashing tail. She felt biting pains in her head as horns twisted from her temples and her ears reshaped themselves to points. Her jaw opened on lengthening serrated teeth. Smarting from her fingers and toes heralded their expansion of her nails into sharp claws.
“That’s better,” said the voice. She rolled her shoulders and a pair of huge bat-wings unfolded and spread wide.
“Now, what shall we do with you?” hissed from Cassandra’s mouth. Her hand tapped a clawed finger against one spiral horn in thought. “Let us see. There is always torture…” puzzled the power. Cassandra found herself pacing before the gibbering priest. “And then perhaps dismemberment?”
No! Wait!! Cassandra thought in sudden terror. I don’t want to actually kill the guy!
“What would you suggest then?” the presence suddenly asked her.
Who, me? Cassandra jolted.
“I should have known,” the priest was whimpering. “You’re a woman, an agent of Lucifer. Females are the embodiment of evil…” he was sobbing. “All women are spawn of the devil… I should have guessed…”
Cassandra was suddenly inspired. I have an idea… How much power do you really have? she asked the presence. Can you…?
The presence listened to her thoughts, then laughed long and hard from her mouth, like something from one of the nastier horror movies. The sound echoed in the great emptiness all around.
And then, on top of that, I have a plan, Cassandra added with a vicious grin.
The demonic presence listened some more. “It shall be done,” growled the voice.
Cassandra felt a huge gathering of power, as though the demon was taking a humongous deep breath. It swelled her body to practically bursting, then cannoned out of her mouth in a flaming thundering howl, directly at the cowering priest. The priest was enveloped in a cannonade torrent of flame.
He shrieked in piercing agony. He screamed and screamed as fast as he could draw breath. The sound pitched higher and higher until the sound and register was too high for any man’s voice, raising the hair all over Cassandra’s body in reaction. Then the demon stopped.
“Will this suffice?” asked the presence, rather smugly.
Cassandra was astounded. The Holy Inquisitor, Monsignor Casca Renaldo Cervantes of the Holy Order of the Dominicans had been transformed by demonic power into a beautiful girl.
She lay naked and panting face up on the rug. Her skin was pale and luminescent; her face had been softened into a painter’s dream with full pink lips, bronze winged brows, a straight patrician nose and amber eyes framed in sooty lashes. Hair in long golden waves cascaded over her shoulders a
nd pooled on the floor around her sweetly-figured slender body.
“Wow, you do good work,” Cassandra complimented the demonic presence out loud in her own feminine voice. “Very, very pretty.”
“Are you going to kill me?” whispered the girl.
“Believe it or not, you are not going to die.” Cassandra grinned. “I have something else completely in mind for you.
“What’s wrong with my voice?” she asked somewhat louder then she sat up. “Oh, my God!” she squeaked as she cupped her own full breasts in surprise. In a panic, she reached down between her legs and discovered the more fundamental changes. “What have you done to me?” she wailed.
“I think it’s called poetic justice?” quipped the demonic voice from Cassandra’s mouth.
“And this is only the beginning!” added Cassandra. “Andre, Balthazar and Nickos!” Cassandra called out in a voice laced with power. “Come before me!”
In a burst of flame all three musicians appeared before her kneeling. “We have come,” they said in unison.
“I have a gift for you,” Cassandra said softly and she gestured at the pretty blond huddled on the floor.
All three Gypsies turned and looked. They rose with feline grace and slowly approached the exquisite beauty. Like sharks, they circled her.
“What are you looking at?” the golden maiden snapped, looking up in defiance.
“Perfection,” breathed Balthazar. Andre’s hand reached out from behind her and caressed the silk of her hair. She turned to look, and Nickos finger ran down her satin shoulder. She turned again and Balthazar cupped her full breast and ran a thumb over a pouting nipple.
“Go away,” she crossed her arms protectively over her breasts. Sudden primitive, feminine fear raced across her features. “Leave me alone.” She whimpered.
“Gentlemen,” called Cassandra. “The idea is to make her like it; to make her want it. No real rough stuff. Be gentle, it’s her first time,” Cassandra smiled.
“You have given us a virgin?” Andre asked in astonishment.
“Yes, she is a virgin, and I expect you gentleman to introduce her to the arts of love so well that she parts those creamy thighs for anyone who asks. Make her cum and cum and cum some more…” she finished in a growl.
“No!” screamed the frightened maiden, who suddenly understood exactly what Cassandra, had in mind. She rose up on delicate feet, trembling in terror. She looked about, but there was literally nowhere to run.
The Gypsies began to disrobe, dropping their clothes where they stood. Cassandra got a good look at them and winced. She consulted with her demonic presence and they came to an agreement.
“All right, boys, come over here first,” Cassandra called. The demon gathered a deep breath of infernal power then blasted all three with a short burst of its fiery howl. The Gypsies were suddenly clean and well groomed, handsome even.
“Very nice,” commented Cassandra. “Very nice indeed. Now one more thing before the party really begins…” The demon spat a short burst of power and large pillows in every shape, color and design plopped from the upper darkness to the floor. There was a flare of fire and torches burst into life at all four corners, casting a golden glow over the entire expanse of the rug.
“That should make things comfy.” Cassandra nodded in contentment then walked over to the huge velvet throne and took a seat on the scarlet cushions. The tail and huge wings gave her a moment of trouble but she scooted just a bit forward and hooked one leg over the arm. Best seat in the house, she mused.
“Let the festivities begin!” announced the infernal presence.
The maiden bolted for the edge of the carpet with all three gypsies in hot pursuit. They caught her at the carpet’s edge when she hit the wall of nothing with a rubbery bong.
Balthazar slung her squealing, over his shoulder. He completely ignored her tiny fists as they pummeled his heavily muscled back. He laughed and slapped her ass. He carried her kicking and squirming back to the pile of cushions right in front of the throne. With a shrug, she was dropped onto the pillows.
Andre grabbed her wrists; slender Nickos grabbed one ankle and Balthazar the other. They spread her wide and smiled down on the helpless girl. She screamed. As one, all three dove.
Andre fastened his mouth on a full breast and slathered his tongue across the creamy white expanse. He captured a nipple and began suckling. Nickos took possession of her other breast and tender nipple. Balthazar dove between her satiny thighs, straight for her golden pussy. Warm brown fingers stroked and teased smooth creamy skin. Lips and tongues bathed sensitive flesh with strokes and tender nips.
Balthazar used his broad shoulders to advantage, spreading her thighs wide. His mouth sucked and slurped, lapping at her pink pussy flesh. His tongue speared her tender clit, then flicked. Using the full length of his tongue, he slowly licked and tasted her from clit to bum-hole.
Her screams of fear became moans of enjoyment as her female body responded to the inflaming caresses. She raised her hips against Balthazar’s mouth; her hips beginning to work as the climb to pleasure began to beckon toward ecstasy.
Nickos suckled and lightly pinched her tender young breasts to rigid excitement. His hands cupped her fullness. His thumbs brushed the stiff peaks as he sucked first one pink nipple, then the other, using long tongue strokes to bathe her breasts in his saliva.
Andre stroked his tongue up her sensitive throat and across her jaw as he ran his fingers through her long golden tresses. Gently he captured her head, fisting his hands in her fair hair. He stroked the tender shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue, then breathed in her ear, creating erotic shivers.
His tongue found and explored the warm fullness of her closed lips. Soothingly, lovingly he brushed and caressed her lips with his until she opened to him with a soft sigh. Lightly he stroked her tongue with his until she began to stroke back. Softly he deepened the kiss until she opened wide and he took possession of her mouth completely.
Balthazar speared his tongue deep into her pussy and wiggled, sucking hard. Her eyes widened as she began to crest into an orgasm. Balthazar pushed his tongue in deeper, stroking and sucking. Pearly cream slicked his face and she shuddered as a wave of shrieking culmination slammed through her tiny frame. Her whimpering cries of bliss were captured in Andre’s mouth. Her convulsions of carnal joy were held fast by Balthazar and Nickos’s arms.
“Yes,” Cassandra hissed in satisfaction. “That’s it, make her want it.”
Nickos slid up her body and took her mouth as Balthazar took possession of her soft breasts. Andre moved between her quivering thighs and slid a finger into her tight wet depths, his thumb pressing against the tiny protruding clit. Still rolling in languorous bliss, she rolled her hips and Andre’s finger pressed against her maidenhead.
“Mistress,” Andre asked very softly, barely audible above the maiden’s moans of pleasure. “Would you care to be the first?” His eyes gleamed pure yellow in the flickering shadows.
“Mmm, what a pleasant idea, Andre!” Cassandra leaned forward then rose from the scarlet throne. “I think I shall.” There was a pooling of heat in her pussy and a hard orgasmic shove. The demonic presence chuckled throughout her body.
She suddenly possessed a working uncircumcised cock. Strangely enough, she still had her pussy fully intact. The demonic presence dwelling in her body had expanded her clit to epic proportions. Apparently a clitoris really was a tiny penis.
Cassandra stepped away from the throne in a graceful move then reached down and caressed her own cock. She gently explored its weight and dimensions. She stroked it and shivered with pleasure as it filled and lengthened.
With a thought, Cassandra conjured a pot of the thick scented oil that had been used on her earlier at the Magister’s palace. Gracefully she scooped up two fingers worth, and smoothed it down her heated shaft. She moaned as she rubbed the oil over the purpling cap, then back down and under.
With a smile and a wink she leaned way over and
handed the pot of oil to Andre, positioned between the maiden’s quivering, unsuspecting thighs. He took a generous dollop and slathered it all over his shaft and over his balls for good measure. Keeping it out of the maiden’s view, he passed the jar to Nickos, who used a generous helping himself. Nickos then passed it to Balthazar.
As the golden maiden moaned and twisted, writhing under the pleasure from Nickos’s and Balthazar’s combined tongues, Andre lifted her bottom and placed a firm pillow under her hips. He then spread her wide with his shoulders and tongued her, slurping noisily.
Urgent whimpers marked her rise to passion. Nickos and Balthazar effectively blocked the maiden’s view of Cassandra as she knelt. Andre moved from between her knees and Cassandra took his place.
Balthazar shifted, moving to the maiden’s head and taking her wrists. He pulled her taut, arching her back like a well-drawn bow. Nickos shifted, allowing the maiden to see Cassandra positioned between her thighs, poised above the damp entrance to her virginal pussy. Cassandra’s spined tail lashed and her massive batwings waved obscenely above them all.
“And now, my sweet Monsignor, it is time to divest you of your virginity once again,” hissed Cassandra. She gave a serrated smile, her long tongue running over her fangs.
Chapter Eight:
Debauched
"Oh, God! What are you doing?” the delicate blonde who had once been the Monsignor whimpered as fright and pleasure convulsed through her. The maiden’s amber eyes opened wide as Cassandra leaned over her, then reached out to touch a tender breast. Clawed carmine fingertips lightly scored the nubile flesh then pulled delicately on the pink nipples.
“It’s time to fuck you, my sweet,” murmured the demoness. Cassandra lifted the maiden’s knees spreading her wide to make room for herself. Cassandra’s demonic cock rose in a saber-curve to her belly button.
