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Oil and Promethium:

Chapter One v1.02
Tags: Sister x Sister, masturbation, teasing, Sister x Daemonette, extraordinarily long
tongue, futa, groping w/ tongue

Chapter One Synopsis: A Sister of Battle with a streak of deviancy masturbates to a

prodigal novice during her morning training. Not long afterwards, she gives the novice
a 'medical checkup' and tests the waters, so to speak. Finally, the meat of the story
begins with the Sister leading the novice through a harrowing trial with a naughty
daemonette teasing the sister while the novice looks on in shock and then has her first
orgasm with the Sister's help.

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The tolling of the sacred bell high atop the fortified cloister’s steeple echoed
through the snowy mountains of the cardinal world. It was finally dawn once again on
Faith XXVIII, a rare occurrence which came only once in six Terran weeks due to the
slow rotation of the planet as it orbited its young yellow sun from a long, long distance
away in the void. Faith XXVIII was an interesting case – it was far enough away from
its sun that normally it would be completely frozen over and uninhabitable. However,
thanks to its slow rotation, it builds up much more heat from the sunlight on the half of
the world that is illuminated. Thus, one half of the planet endures brutal cold and
endless night for six entire weeks, while the other flourishes under the warmth and
energy of the star, the flora and fauna awakening from its safe hibernation to function
properly once more.

Novice Syberia woke up thirty minutes before the first ringing of the bell, as
usual. She knew that it was against the holy orders handed down by the Prioress that
“one should not waste a moment’s rest when one has it, as it is a truly valuable
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commodity.” Syberia had received many rebukes from her fellow novices and the
fully-fledged Sisters who made their humble living in the cloister for her abnormal
habits, even though she truly desired to sleep those final minutes before the
designated rising time as well. Despite the many minor punishments she had been
forced to endure over the years of her novitiate for her improprieties, the young girl
was still unable to simply lie in her bed and await the bell like a corpse. She did not
enjoy violating the rules of the Order, but also could not help herself.

So, full of energy and prepared to challenge the day ahead of her, every
morning the spry blonde girl would silently creep from her bunk, careful not to disturb
her bunkmates, gather some light clothing, and sneak through the cloister’s dark and
stony halls to the gymnasium and work out her excess energy with a short routine of
exercises. While normally this behavior would not be tolerated, Celestian Superior
Chastity, Syberia’s head instructor, turned a blind eye whenever she heard reports
from the other novices of these violations of the Order’s laws. She had no qualms
against extra training, and why should she? She personally felt Syberia was deserving
of acclaim for her enthusiasm in spite of the incredible training regimes the novices
went through on a daily basis, but she knew that challenging the time-honored
traditions of the Order could wait until she was of a higher rank.

Of course, there was another, much more important reason that Chastity
was willing to overlook the trouble. Syberia was no mere pitiful orphaned girl adopted
into an Order Militant to wage war for the Ecclesiarchy. The novice had displayed, time
and time again, a truly impressive aptitude for the duties of a Battle-Sister. She was
heads and shoulders ahead of her peers in almost all areas, which had a mixed effect
on her popularity and bonding with them. The other novices were both in awe and
proud of Syberia, and yet also envious of her. This led to the unfortunate truth that the
novice had no true friends amongst the others. It was not a strange phenomenon to
Chastity. She, herself, had been in that position many years ago during her novitiate,
though not nearly to this degree. Indeed, there were few novices in the history of the
entire Adeptus Sororitas who could boast to have slain three Bloodletters
single-handedly, armed with naught more than a hastily scavenged laspistol from a
fallen guardsman, no less.
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Perhaps the more awe-inspiring fact was that Syberia held no particular
pride over her victory, not like even hardened veterans would have. As if the picture of
saintliness, she clearly thought little of what she had accomplished. Some of that was,
perhaps, because she currently possessed a very limited understanding of the true
horror of Chaos and its servants. Yet, Chastity thought, even the most unintelligent of
novices would have realized, on some level, the danger they faced and triumphed over
that day. Syberia was far from unintelligent. No other student scored as high on the
academic examinations, nor demonstrated the ability to learn so quickly. Surely this
girl had known the extremity of the threat she faced that day, on that battlefield,
stranded in the thick of the war due to the crashed transport she had dragged herself
out of. There were no doubts about that. The only question was, what was that girl
thinking?

The answer was something Sister Chastity pondered often, and always
failed to arrive at. Perhaps that was why she also began to wake up early, before the
bells, and, still wearing naught but her nightgown, go to the gymnasium herself and
quietly observe her favored pupil from the hidden observatory built into the wall as she
exercised vigorously. A prodigy, the other Sisters would whisper in high-pitched,
excited tones. A wonderful young girl with untold potential hidden within her, they
chattered. The first one in many centuries of the Order of the Cardinal Chalice, they
would say. Even the Sisters Celestine, even the Seraphim, even the Prioress herself
recognized Syberia’s promise, though it was in secret, amongst themselves – they
could not simply walk up to a novice and tell her such a thing.

Sister Chastity, meanwhile, showed her quiet approval of the girl through pushing her
harder and harder than her peers. She continuously added more and more difficulty to
Syberia’s exercises and examinations, constantly seeking more from her, demanding
nothing short of perfection in everything. Of course, Syberia could not possibly meet
those expectations… yet. But that was the purpose of training, after all. Syberia
improved rapidly with every week, showing no signs of slowing down, much to her
instructor’s glee.

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Indeed, Chastity thought, watching her pupil, with perfect form and control,
lift herself off of the ground with just one hand, slowly extending her toned arm with
slow, rhythmic breathing. A single bead of sweat rolled down the blond girl’s cheek to
her chin, dangling for a few moments before it fell to the floor. The Celestian Superior’s
eyes flowed over her tall, lithe form, examining the contours of her tight muscles, and
the soft curves of her decidedly feminine body, barely covered by the sheer, slightly
sweat-soaked fabric of her tight undershirt and briefs. The teenage prodigy was also
quite beautiful, of course, though such charms would not be particularly useful to an
ordinary Sister of Battle. Chastity suppressed a small smile at the thought. Luckily, the
Order of the Cardinal Chalice was no ordinary Order-Militant. The girl would do
excellently.

As the slow minutes passed, the silence only interrupted by the occasional
grunt of exertion from the trainee, Chastity’s thoughts drifted. She recalled that Syberia
had already conquered seven of the ten trials required of the novices to achieve full
sisterhood and the rank of Sister Adepta. The trials were meant to test a candidate’s
combat capabilities, faith, understanding of the Imperial Creed, judgment, courage,
and of course, their resistance to the darkness of heresy in the primary, and most
common, forms. Of the last, there were four trials, one for greed, one for pride, one for
anger, and the last, for lust. Each of these trials were given in unique circumstances
for each novice, tailored to the individual, sometimes without the girl even knowing that
they were undergoing a test. The vivacious prodigy in front of Chastity had little risk of
failing even the most brutal trials that she could think up. It was a foregone conclusion
overall.

And yet, the experienced woman, crossing her legs to rest her elbow just
above her knee and her chin upon her palm, could not shake her firm belief in the
necessity for a proper challenge for the student. Slowly, a devious plot formed in her
mind. Her idea was simple: expose the girl to the true, dangerous challenges that only
the highest ranked of the Order faced regularly, and see how she performed. She
considered the possibility intently. Very intently. A smile crept onto her face again as
she stared at the nubile young girl only meters away through the one-way mirror. Her
finger slid down the aged scar on her cheek. The Order of the Cardinal Chalice usually
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removed scars with aesthetic surgery, as an order with a use for beauty. However,
Chastity had chosen to keep the scar on purpose. It actually accented her facial
features and wavy, raven black hair that fell to her shoulders. It was also a memento, a
constant reminder of her tendency to make rookie mistakes in the field – she’d gotten it
by trying to twirl her bolt pistol with the safety off like a fool.

Her reminiscence was cut short when Syberia spun around and bent way
over, performing basic stretches. She planted both palms firmly on the ground with
both of her legs tightly together and locked straight. The red fabric of her panties
stretched around her ample ass, also riding up into her well-developed womanhood in
an innocent camel toe, and it was like the naïve girl was presenting her sexy rear to
her Celestian Superior. Chastity grinned. This was the other, secret reason why she
came to watch her. The girl’s tanned and toned legs were long and flawless, beautifully
shaped, with deliciously thick thighs. Her skin was unblemished and free of hair, as per
the sacred regulations of the order. The girl bobbed downwards a few times to test her
limberness further before swinging back up straight, and slowly, almost teasingly
spread her legs wide until she completed near-perfect horizontal splits on the ground
in a display of flexibility that would have aroused any man, and certainly aroused the
Celestian Superior.

Chastity grinned now. As Syberia continued her stretches, conveniently

showing off the lovely curves of her body in deliciously revealing positions, her
instructor’s nipples hardened, the little pink nubs poking through the sheer, dark fabric
of the violet lace nightgown that barely contained her copious bosom and hardly
covered down to the middle of her milky thighs. She uncrossed her legs, eager to get
started with her own daily routine. Her left index finger moved and slowly slid up the
soft flesh of her huge breast, tracing circles here and there to tease herself before
dipping it into her tight cleavage and bringing it down to the bottom of the V of her
gown and tugging downwards and to the side. The thin straps of the nightgown pulled
on her shoulders, but she knew the right angle of force necessary to effortlessly slip
her boob out from the cloth and expose it to the cool air of the room.

She grabbed her tit and began to slowly massage it, making sure to
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occasionally slide her fingers over her rock hard nipple and squeeze it between them
gently. At the same time, she lifted her leg and rested it on the back of a chair beside
her in a very un-ladylike pose, having exposed her bare crotch that was already damp
with the moisture of her arousal. Her free hand moved down her belly slowly, enjoying
the warmth of her own hand before she felt the tip of her finger brush over her
hardening clitoris. Chastity’s glistening lips opened sensually in a silent gasp, her
tongue pushing forward and hovering just barely between them for only a moment
before she closed her mouth and sent her fingers further south to their intended
destination.

Syberia finished her early workout several minutes later, wiping the sweat
off of her face with a towel just as the first tolling of the bell above the chapel of the
cloister echoed through the mountains. It was finally dawn on Faith XXVIII, and she
was excited to see the sun again. Of course, sunrise lasted several days, but even the
dawn sun was welcome over the seemingly eternal night of the planet. She left the
quiet gymnasium for the thermae, hoping to finish her bathing quickly so that she could
spend at least a few minutes just looking at the sunrise.

And at the same time, Chastity pulled her soaked fingers out of her
throbbing snatch, spreading them to observe the strands of fluid that dangled between
them like spider’s silk. Oh yes, she enjoyed her daily routine very much, she thought,
as she slid her wet fingers into her mouth to suck them clean and stood up. The lively
blush on her cheeks, like that of a schoolgirl, betrayed her cheerful disposition. She
was excited for the dawn as well, but for a different reason. The next trial for her star
pupil would be coming in the next few days, and oh, what a trial it would be. The
voluptuous, lusty woman walked to the door of the observation room, the throbbing
arousal that burned between her tight thighs only increasing at the thought of strolling
around the base with trails of her lubricant running down her thighs in plain view, the
smell of her sex and sweat clear to all those around her. And all the while, her tight
cardinal red flower would be flared out, the skirt of her nightgown short enough for the
edges to flip up with the air that came from the ground air vents around the cloister and
expose her womanhood to plenty of other women. She grinned again. The Prioress
was going to have another lovely surprise today.
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Syberia discarded her last article of clothing and sat on the examination
table with a sigh. She had received a physical in preparation for every trial so far, most
of them taking place in two week intervals from each other. She understood that they
were mostly just a precaution, but it was tiresome to have to sit through these so often
when her physical condition had not radically changed due to injury or disease or
anything, really. She glanced at the full body mirror standing in the corner of the room,
seeing her own reflection.

Her short, blonde hair was as straight as always. Sky blue eyes stared into
themselves. Her face was feminine and gentle, accentuated by her juicy lips. Her neck
was slender as was the rest of her body, yet toned by years of training and hard work.
Her complexion had grown rather tanned due to the amount of time she spent in the
sun during the long days on Faith XXVIII, with no tanlines. Usually it was permitted for
the sisters of the Order to wear no garments while working or training outdoors while
the sun was up and the climate was mild, as the cloister was walled and gated and
tucked far away in the mountains where no men could easily reach it to stare at the
nude women lecherously.

Syberia glanced down at the tanned, large, and firm hills on her chest. Much
to her dismay, she could tell that they were still growing. They were annoying and
impractical for athletics of any kind, and she did not care for the fact that they
constantly attracted the notice of the few men she had encountered in her life (and at
least a few of her peers). She wanted to be respected for her abilities, not fawned over
like some kind of treasure. She grabbed them and squeezed them, testing their soft
firmness for herself. Even she had to admit that they were quite beautifully rounded
and full and without a centimeter of the vicious sag that most large breasted women
suffered from, but she still would have preferred to be flat as a board.

She considered asking her superiors for aesthetic surgery to greatly reduce
them, but she already knew the answer would be no. The Order had a strange tradition
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about maintaining beauty even in spite of war and difficulty, and she had seen quite
clearly so far that none of her superiors, many of them with large enough bosoms for
them to be an annoyance in combat, had received such measures. The official
argument was that it was impudent to throw away the gifts that the Emperor had
bestowed upon you and only you. After all, those gifts were given for a reason, and it
was up to the individual to use them wisely and bring glory to the Emperor.

The novice’s eyes trailed further down to see the tattooed litany of purity on
her stomach, specifically placed over her womb. She had memorized the high gothic
writings many years ago as part of her earliest training, and recalled the meaning. It
was a sacred ward against evil, with a focus on protecting the chastity and purity of the
sister who bore it. Most initiates were given this tattoo in sacred ink by the Prioress
herself, known as a Living Saint. The black text accented her tanned belly beautifully,
she had to admit. The Imperial Aquila tattoo on both of her shoulders were also typical
for the Order.

Overall, Syberia knew full well that she was a stunning vixen by any and all
standards, and that she would only grow more alluring as she continued to fill out.
None of the scriptures mandated that she had to be happy about it, at least, so she
would maintain her sour attitude about the choices the God-Emperor made for her.
Suddenly, the turning of the doorknob snapped Syberia out of her reflection.

The Sister Hospitaller who normally performed the checkups on the girl was
not the one who entered the room. This one had a long braid of pure white hair that
stretched down to her waist. She was not wearing the traditional garb of a Sister
Hospitaller – instead, she had the light garments of a Sister of the Order of the
Cardinal Chalice, which consisted of a short white pleated skirt that barely went down
to the middle of the thigh, long white lacey stockings that terminated only centimeters
from the edge of the skirt, leather shoes, and a black turtleneck sweater. The sweater
showed off the woman’s ample bust like few articles of clothing could. Sister Chastity
gave Syberia a gentle smile and a wave as she walked up to her. “Hail, Novice. I will
be administering a special examination today, as it is necessary to ensure you are
prepared for the trial ahead of you.”
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“Hail, Superior,” Syberia said, bowing her head respectfully. “Very well, but I
am certain that I am at peak physical condition.”

“I am not concerned with your athletic ability,” Chastity said sternly, grabbing
her thick braid of hair and brushing it over her shoulder to get it out of her way. “This
will only take a minute. Spread your thighs.”

“My thighs?”

“Yes.”

“Yes sir,” Syberia said after a moment’s hesitation. She swung her thighs
out along the examination bed, revealing her gentle flower in all of its glory. The sisters
of the order had no real qualms about nudity in each other’s presence, as it was
natural to them, which made it extremely strange to be asked to display one’s genitals,
even for a physical examination. When special attention was called to it like this,
Syberia felt extremely self-conscious, a nervous blush filling her cheeks as Chastity
crouched down for a level look at her womanhood. She raised a hand, reaching out to
gently stroke the soft lips of her labia majora with her index finger, testing how it felt.
Syberia inhaled sharply, and Chastity suppressed the devious smile that wanted to
break out onto her face.

“Hmm. Your mons is thick and comfortable,” was all the Celestine Superior
said. The novice wasn’t sure how to take the odd compliment. Her discomfort
increased as her superior slid her finger up and down in the long crevice of her slit, the
tip rubbing against soft pink flesh hidden behind the outer folds of her womanhood.
“Soft. I’m going to spread it open now,” Chastity said, doing so by using both of her
index fingers to gently pull the thick flesh out and reveal the pink chalice hidden under
it. She leaned closer for a better view, and her nostrils flared as she sniffed the subtle
musky scent of Syberia’s flower. It was sweet, like the soap she used when bathing.

“Sir?” Syberia asked nervously. The stimulation was strange and foreign to
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her, and it felt funny but in a good way. However, she was also anxious about it,
especially since it was her sister superior doing this. She was afraid of failing to meet
her instructor’s standards, or doing something verboten accidentally.

“Just relax. It’s a beautiful shade of pink, and perfectly shaped,” Chastity
said softly, taking her middle finger and gently pressing it against the small hole that
led to the novice’s tight vaginal passage. Syberia gulped audibly as she felt the
appendage slowly push inside of her, the tendons in her thighs twitching reflexively.
Soon, that finger was stopped by a fleshy barrier. “And your maidenhead remains
intact. Excellent.”

“Sir, what are you looking for?” the maiden in question asked, trying to
understand what was going on, and the oddly pleasant tingling sensation in her loins.

“I’ve already seen what I needed to see. You are ready for the next trial. I
promise you that you will find that it broadens your horizons to a whole new world,”
Chastity said cryptically before starting to remove her finger. At the last second,
however, she seemed to think twice of it and she slowly pushed it back in. Syberia
turned beet red, as anxious warmth began to spread through her core and her
heartbeat accelerated. The Celestine started to bend and twist her finger inside of her
student, enjoying the warmth and silk-like softness of the passage immensely.

“S-sir? Is this part of the examination too?”

“Nope,” Chastity shook her head, sliding her middle finger in and out a few
more times, deeply enjoying the flustered reaction she got from the novice, and then
finally removed it for good. It was coated with musky moisture up to the second
knuckle, and the sister stood up and took a few steps away, bringing it up to her mouth
to lick it clean while the tanned girl was still recovering from the strange sensations she
had only just been introduced to. Chastity let out a tiny feline grin at what she had just
gotten away with, her wonderful breasts heaving in her sweater as her chest rose and
fell with a heavy, amused sigh. “We’re done. You may be dressed and return to your
daily activities, Novice.”
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Syberia finally managed to calm down, shutting her thighs tightly to try and
ignore the small dribble of lubricant that slid down from her partially aroused nethers.
The hot blush on her cheeks slowly fell to a warm glow, but like the strange new
feelings she could not dispel from her head, that glow did not vanish any time soon,
even after she pulled on her high-cut, white lace panties that snugly wrapped around
her moist loins, and her white lace bra. Her sweater, stockings, skirt, and shoes helped
a little, though. They at least made her feel less vulnerable and exposed. She had
never felt that way before, and she disliked it immensely. As a soldier, she had more
important things to worry about. That was what she told herself, at least.

Chastity watched Syberia walk out of the room, clearly off-balance and
confused. She smiled, savoring the flavor of the novice’s girl juices in her mouth. She,
too, had been like her once. The Order of the Cardinal Chalice was a strange one,
indeed. And the blonde girl was about to find that out in the most vivid way imaginable.

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The day had finally come. After her morning exercises, Syberia took her
morning shower, put on the traditional garments of the Order, and steeled herself for
the trial ahead. She had never felt this anxious about a test before. She had a bad
feeling in her gut that just wouldn’t go away. And her gut was always right. Adjusting
her skirt slightly and pulling it down to cover more skin reflexively, she stepped out of
her quarters and met Sister Chastity, wearing the traditional garments of the order in
the form of the black sweater and white pleated skirt (but had eschewed the stockings
as a sister of her rank was allowed to), carrying a large leather sack over her shoulder,
flanked by two veteran battle sisters wearing their power armor and carrying bolters,
who stared stoically at the wall. Like all of the sisters in the order, these too were
beautiful and alluring. After a moment of hesitant silence, Chastity nodded to her
charge, and she returned the nod.

Without further ado, the novice was escorted into the deep dungeons of the
cloister, past countless rooms filled with dust and unknown mysteries sealed away for
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centuries. Many floors beneath the surface, at the end of a seemingly endless hallway
bedecked with purity seals and sacred charms, there was a door thrice-sealed with
golden chains and countless sanctified padlocks. Despite all of the holy adornments
that should have consecrated the corridor, Syberia could sense a foreboding,
disturbing aura emanating from behind the great bulkhead.

The Celestine Superior stepped forward and withdrew a gilded technokey

from her belt pouch, inserting the blade into the keyhole and awaiting the subtle series
of clicks as the electrotumblers connected with the circuit teeth. After a moment for the
cogitators to confirm the cryptodata was correct, every single lock and bar on the door
opened up, and the golden chains fell to the ground. Chastity grabbed the round
handle and, with a grunt of effort, rotated it several times, and then pushed the
immense adamantine door open, the hinges groaning from the sudden use. Dust and
stale air vented for a couple of seconds, blowing over the four women with a low howl.

Without another word, Chastity bravely stepped into the pitch black room,
with only the flickering torches in the hall providing any sort of light. Syberia followed
her mentor in, and then the two other sisters entered behind her, activating the glow
lamps on their bolters to make a quick scan of the room. As their lights swept around,
the ancient candles on the shelves and chandelier in the circular room began to ignite
autonomously, one by one, providing a little more dim light as they went. Soon, all four
of the women had their eyes drawn to the still figure on the far end of the chamber
whose pale, pink flesh and unnatural beauty exposed her true nature as a daemonette.

Syberia stared at the mysterious creature. She had never seen its sort
before, though she had heard of it in her studies. Its wrists were held up by golden
blessed shackles on the wall, and its ankles were chained to the floor, leaving it with
only one position available: kneeling. It looked very uncomfortable. The novice’s eyes
reflexively trailed down to see the flaccid male member hanging between its legs, and
the vulva just below it. The hermaphrodite’s tender skin was free of blemishes,
scratches, and even the dust that filled the room. It possessed larger breasts than
even Chastity, and yet they still held perfect shape and firmness, almost too perfect. It
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looked unnatural. The creature’s entire body was unnaturally beautiful.

The daemon uttered a low, amused cackle as she slowly raised her head
from its limp position, a stray tendril of flesh hanging down between her enchanting
irises that burned with a billion different colors of flame, a hollow reflection of the Warp
itself. “Three hundred and twenty nine years of captivity, and only now do I get visitors.
To what do I owe this pleasure?” she said, her lips curling up into a devilish grin that
showed off her sharp white teeth. Chastity stepped forward bravely to answer the
savage beast.

“We have come to banish you, servant of Chaos,” she announced loudly,
setting her large bag on the ground and reaching inside of it to withdraw a large
hand-held sanctified Imperial Aquila. She presented it to the creature proudly; aware of
the power it held over daemons such as this. The armed sisters stood by warily,
watching the daemonette’s every move like hawks for any signs of hostility. Chastity
walked several steps closer, now only a meter away from the daemon, but she
stopped at what was clearly a safe distance and held the Aquila before her with a
smug smile.

“My, how frightening,” the daemonette said in a voice of mock fear. “You
brandish your mildly holy relics at me as if they are even the slightest threat to my
existence on this plane. Your predecessors could not banish me over three hundred
years ago even with all their combined might. What makes you think you can?”

“Simple. We have a very unique method for it, and I think you’ll be rather
surprised when you see it in action,” Chastity said before turning to face the other
sisters. The daemon chuckled to herself, seeing her prey lower her guard, and her
fleshy tongue began to slide out from between her lips, curling out into the air towards
its target. “You two can leave. Stay outside, and only open the door when I give you
the code. Novice Syberia, this will be your eighth trial. I hope you are prepared for what
is to come, for this will be the most harrowing test you have ever faced.”

The prodigy nodded, steeling herself and banishing all doubts from her
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mind. She was prepared for anything that could be asked of her. The armored sisters
stepped out of the chamber and pulled the bulkhead closed, their view of the
daemonette’s face blocked by Chastity. “What must I do for this task?”

The Celestine opened her mouth to answer, but suddenly twitched and
swatted at something behind her, creating a soft wet smack. She glanced back to see
the impossibly long pink tongue of the daemon waving back and forth only centimeters
from her backside where it had been sliding only moments ago. “Feeling frisky, huh?
I’m not that easy,” she growled. She sighed and turned back to face Syberia. “First of
all, you will need to recite the Litany of Purity. You must purify your mind and soul to
ensure that this rite is completed without your personal desires, which will be drawn
out by the daemon, interfering. I will also do the same.”

Syberia nodded, straightening her stance and closing her eyes to begin
chanting, clasping the golden Aquila pendant around her neck for support. Chastity
joined in at the same tempo, both of them clearing their minds and simply reciting the
words by rote. The daemon’s naughty tongue crept up the back of Chastity’s skirt once
more, and she slapped it away without missing a beat in her chant. The pink monster
giggled at the foolishness. She insistently brushed it against the woman’s rear, and
this time Chastity did not make a move to stop it. Taking advantage of the lack of
refusal, her tongue moved under the edge of her skirt and coiled upwards, slowly
running up one of the sister’s exposed, pale cheeks, pressing into the toned, firm flesh
and rolling along it to make it jiggle slightly in its grasp.

Chastity did not react, even when the tip of the unnaturally long tongue slid
between her tight cheeks and ran down the back of her sanctified white thong. She
simply continued to chant the verses of the litany with no regard for what the daemon
was doing to her. The pink monster let out a small, playful growl. Being ignored like
this was a rare experience. But ignorance was no protection against her tricks. All this
would accomplish, would be to heighten the anticipation.

Her tongue began to slowly slip and slide, up and down, in Chastity’s crevice, rolling
and twisting and lifting out to tease her pink hole with just the tip, so very gently,
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through the sheer fabric. The back of her skirt lifted with each motion as the tongue
coiled and extended ever further for extra length to play around with. Soon, the
daemon’s efforts were rewarded with a silent, but visible, shiver from the Celestine,
mid-phrase. It was a shameful, secret admission of pleasure between the two of them.
With a predatory glint in her burning eyes, the daemon’s rod began to twitch, engorge,
and harden at the prospect of despoiling both of the women. As her arousal grew, the
room seemed to fill up with an odd scent, purple hue, and warmth, like a hypnotic
vapor.

Syberia breathed it in through her mouth and nose, even as she continued
to speak the words of the litany, and the otherworldly scent caused her to slowly open
her eyes, confused. She noticed the very subtle way everything seemed to changing.
The warmth slowly crept over her body and caressed her sensitive, tanned skin
through her clothes, creating that awkward, bubbly feeling in her chest like when
Chastity had examined her. As she inhaled more and more of the vapors, she could
feel the warmth penetrating her entire body and flowing through her from her core out
to even her extremities. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, causing her to stumble on
the next word and have to correct herself. The more she breathed in, the harder it
became to focus on the litany. It was like the atmosphere itself was trying to distract
her.

When she glanced at Chastity, she was amazed to see that the veteran
warrior woman was reciting the litany with no issue. Was she just imagining all of this?
Perhaps the novice was sorely lacking in discipline. She chided herself mentally and
redoubled her efforts, even though she could feel a funny heat and moisture in her
loins.

Chasity, on the other hand, kept her eyes closed and focused on the task at
hand. Indeed, it seemed to the novice that her superior was oblivious to what was
happening. The Celestine’s even breathing betrayed no signs of the tongue that had
slipped up under her sweater and around her hips to her midriff to tease her sensitive
belly button. Only the occasional, slight spasm of her hips, on reflex, unnoticed by
Syberia, gave any hint to the truth. Then, the daemonette grew bolder, and sent the tip
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of her tongue slithering up her target’s chest, arriving at the thick flesh of her left
breast, discovering an immodest lack of any bra, and cupping it gently to raise its great
weight up.

Syberia’s eyes widened when she saw Chastity’s bosom lift up, the loose
wool of her black sweater shifting with it. The tongue’s silhouette was visible
underneath her sweater as it slid up and around the curvature of her breast, rolling
over her hardening nipple that poked through the fabric tantalizingly. The novice
realized what it was, and glanced down between Chastity’s legs to see the
daemonette’s cock erect and standing tall, growing ever larger, at least thirty
centimeters long by now. She inhaled another breath of the daemonic vapors, and
exhaled pink. “And the Emperor’s light shines down upon… upon me, purging this
vulnerable coil of-of the d-dark terrors that…” she stuttered, struggling to continue the
litany any further.

“…that seek to undo my being and through me, humanity,” Chastity

continued despite the groping. Syberia’s thighs twitched in response to the growing
sensations in her loins. Her legs wobbled and her knees turned inward, her thighs
tightening as she felt a throbbing desire that she did not quite understand. She felt
light-headed, and with every heartbeat that echoed in her swollen, puffy womanhood,
she could feel the primal need to be filled. She found herself enchanted by the sight of
her superior being molested, unable to look away except when she was gazing
longingly at the daemonette’s vile, huge, disgusting, seductive, evil, alluring shaft…

The blonde, tanned girl lowered her hands to her crotch, trying to resist the
urges coursing through her so intensely. She pressed the fabric of her skirt between
her legs and gripped herself tightly, trying to will those awful sensations away, even as
she watched the daemon’s tongue wrap around Chastity’s breast completely and
squeeze it tightly, the pressure lifting it up even more than before. Syberia’s lips
quivered delicately, attempting to speak more of the litany, but unable to even
remember the very words that she had been baptized with anymore. Finally, Chastity
opened her eyes, and realized what was happening.

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“What’s wrong, Novice?” the white-haired woman asked, concerned. “Have
you forgotten the words? It is imperative that you complete the litany for this to be a
successful banishment.”

Syberia let out a weak groan and shook her head. “N-no, I remember them,
but, Sister Superior, you’re being… being… oh…”

“Violated by this daemon? Yes, I am. But I have developed the discipline
required to withstand anything that could possibly be done to me. I may be a woman,
but I do not have to fall prey to the frailties of my own heart, the desires that lesser
humans give in to whole-heartedly around these creatures,” Chastity explained. “It
would appear that you are on the brink of it. Poor girl, you had no way to steel yourself
against such an assault. That is due to an inherent flaw in the training that most Sisters
of Battle are given. It is a good thing that I chose this trial for you, as it will be
invaluable for the experience it will give you for future endeavors.” As if for added
effect, she freely breathed in the pink atmosphere and exhaled it, demonstrating little
difference in her disposition.

“H-how do you do that?” Syberia asked.

“It’s easy. Just because the daemon may claim your body, does not mean it
can claim your heart. No amount of depravity can break my faith,” the Celestine said,
standing proudly as the tongue released her breast and left her sweater with a slick
slurping sound. “See? The truth that the forces of Chaos don’t want you to know is that
you can perform depraved acts without devoting yourself to depravity. Look at me, I’m
absolutely drenched,” she added, lifting up her pleated skirt to reveal her soaking wet
pubic mound, the white fabric of her holy thong riding into her crotch and revealing its
delectable shape. “And yet, my loyalty to the Emperor is no less undying for it.”

“That’s h-h-heresy!” Syberia gasped, letting out a cute moan as she bent
over and clenched her teeth in an effort to repress the raging desire inside of her.

“There’s nothing heretical about sex,” Chastity said softly, tossing away the
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Aquila in her hands, holding out her arms towards her charge, and smiling. “Come
here, you sweet girl. This is also a part of your trial.”

“But…” the blonde girl tried to protest.

“Don’t worry. We’ll finish the litany together,” the white-haired woman
smiled. Syberia hesitated for a few more moments, but couldn’t tear her eyes off of her
superior’s great bust, and soon she found herself walking right into those toned arms
to feel the warm embrace of her mentor, her face buried in the wonderful valley
between each round breast. The daemon struck at that moment, sending her tongue
under Chastity’s skirt and jamming it against the crotch of her thong, pressing tightly
into the tender flesh of her womanhood. The woman let out a yelp, unprepared for the
assault on her sex. Her shocked face quickly turned to a devious grin as the tongue
began rubbing all over her groin assertively.

“Now, let’s –hnn– pick up where we left off. ‘Even though my body may be
slain, my soul will ever reflect the God-Emperor’s glory, and when I face my doom, I
will do so with the God-Emperor at my back’,” the voluptuous woman said, ignoring the
low schlicking noise of the daemonette’s tongue caressing her dribbling cunt. Syberia,
half-delirious from lust, moaned out the words after Chastity spoke them, filling her
superior’s huge, pillowy chest with the vibrations of her whiny voice. The young girl
could feel something unfamiliar and scary building up in her throbbing womanhood, the
vapors and her close, warm contact with her teacher driving her instincts into the
rapidly approaching wall.

“Good, good. Now, the last verse. ‘And so, with my honor and faith in hand,
I shall venture forth into the darkness, and fear no evil, for the God-Emperor protects,
and guides, all who bask in his glory’,” the Celestine said, gently sliding her hand
down, under her protégé’s skirt, to squeeze her supple rear with a hefty grope. Then,
with a rowdy grin, she lifted her knee and pressed it into Syberia’s groin, providing
immense pressure and pleasure to her. The blonde girl let out a lusty groan and
continued her muffled recitation of the litany to completion.

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“A-and so, with my honor and-and faith in hand, I-I shall venture forth into
the dark-darkness, and f-fear no evil… fear no evil, for the God-Emperuh protects, and
guides, all huh-who buh-bask in hi-his g…glorrrrry,” she slurred, speaking the final
word just as her passions overwhelmed her mind, and her body tightened, squeezing,
thrusting herself roughly against Chastity’s milky thigh with shameless need as the first
orgasm of her life burned through her. Her juices splurted out, soaking her lace
panties, spilling all over her superior's thigh, and leaking down her own thighs until
they were absorbed by her white stockings. She gritted her teeth, drooling into the
thick wool of Chastity’s sweater, and her heart skipped a few beats before kicking back
into life with one, great thump of climax.

Soon, Syberia’s shuddering ecstasy subsided, and her body relaxed in the
white-haired woman’s grip, and she slowly lowered her to the ground, where she
gladly sat down to pant like a dog and recover, still loopy from the bliss. Chastity
grabbed the cheeky daemon’s tongue that was still rubbing her indecently, and she
spun around to face the pink monster of excess. “Now, I think you’ve been playing with
me long enough,” she said, the smug smile on her face broadening as she licked her
lips and walked towards the prisoner, her sexy hips swaying with every step. “It’s time
for you to finish the job, whore of Chaos.”

*****

Oil and Promethium

Chapter Two v1.04
Tags: cunnilingus, futa, defloration, kissing, biting, reversal, daemonette x Sisters

Chapter Two Synopsis: Celestine Superior Chastity gets head from the daemonette,
and enjoys it a lot more than she should. Syberia loses her virginity and learns of
passion. Things go horribly wrong. And then, the Prioress herself appears.

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“Giving in already?” the beautiful daemonette asked, her tongue slowly retracting
into her mouth, past her razor sharp teeth. Syberia watched in a tonic mixture of
shock, arousal, and exhaustion as her mentor pulled her sweater off, revealing her
massive tits that bounced enticingly, her pink nubby nipples accentuating the pure
white flesh they stood proudly upon. The black sweater was cast to the ground as the
woman gave a soft sigh of contentment and removed her skirt as well, leaving only her
white sanctified thong, now thoroughly soaked with a mixture of the daemon’s saliva
and her own natural lubricants.

“What, are you getting cold feet?” Chastity asked with a grin, eyeing up the
monster’s alluring mammary glands and erect manhood.

“Of course not. I am merely disappointed at how quickly you accepted this. The
Sisters that captured me over three hundred years ago were much, much more
challenging to seduce,” the pink-skinned hermaphrodite said, her dazzling eyes
burning with inhuman desire.

“I’ve read the archives of your exploits. They were impressive. Few can claim to
have bedded an entire unit of Sisters that were supposed to be guarding her. And their
testimonies were very clear on the matter of your performance in the event.
‘Unbelievably good’, ‘I could not get enough of her’, ‘there is another glorious light in
the universe besides the Emperor, and its name is pleasure’, and so on. I almost wish I
could have been there,” the proud woman said, playing with the long braid of white hair
in her fingers.

“Ah, yes, that was the last time I even saw the light of day. When the Canoness
found us, it was quite scary,” the daemonette said facetiously. “She tore my conquests
away from me, even though they wanted to stay! It was so cruel! Just a little longer
and they would have been permanently within my thralldom. Instead, I was thrown in a
ship and sent to some cloister in the middle of nowhere and kept in the basement for a
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few centuries. Not my idea of a good time, y’know.”

“Poor you,” Chastity said, slipping her thong off and tossing it aside, revealing
what little was left to reveal.

“Yes, poor me! Do you have any idea how boring it is to sit in a dusty room with
nothing to entertain you other than the flecks of dust floating around in the air-mmgph!”
the daemonette started to complain, only to be silenced by the woman suddenly
shoving her crotch into the creature’s face, any remaining words buried in the thick
love mound of the Celestine. The hermaphrodite took the hint and immediately began
sucking on the juicy lips before her, causing the woman to giggle to herself.

“Much better,” Chastity said, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she pushed
herself harder against the daemon’s face, greatly enjoying the expert ministrations of
her new partner. The monster loudly sucked and nibbled on the sister’s clit, causing
her knees to shake, making her grab onto the daemon’s head with both of her hands –
partly so she could hold onto something, and partly for improved control over the
daemon. The Celestine let out a stiff grunt and chewed on her lip, just as her little nub
down south was chewed on eagerly amid the loud slurps of the sex. “Damn, that’s the
stuff!” she huffed, her eyes half-lidded from pleasure.

“Hyoo annt sheef noffinfgh yegh,” the daemonette squeaked out around the muff
in her face. She finally unleashed her greatest weapon: her tongue, which she pushed
between the silky folds in front of her, sliding it up and down in the slit to drive the
woman crazy. Needless to say, it worked. Syberia was astonished to see her admired
superior participating in sex with a monster so eagerly, and the way her lovely, sweaty
ass shook sensuously with each buck of her hips against the beautiful hermaphrodite’s
face was starting to make the tanned prodigy feel funny in her core again. She tried to
dispel the feelings, but the strange atmosphere was even thicker than before, and the
warmth between her legs continued to build up, to her dismay.

The novice noticed the daemonette’s long, fleshy tail flicking up and wrapping
around one of her pink, perfect breasts, squeezing it tightly and tickling her nipple with
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the very tip, at the same time that she took things further by pushing her tongue into
the sister’s lewd hole. Chastity let out a loud moan as her insides were filled with the
daemonic tongue that swished, twisted, and curled around inside of her. Each
movement produced a loud slosh, and as the pace picked up, it turned into a
continuous cacophony of sex. Both the saliva and the woman’s warm, musky juices
foamed up from the force and speed of the tongue, and began to rapidly drip down
from the daemon’s chin and onto her gigantic breasts.

The white-haired sister’s long braid bounced back and forth and against her back
as she increased the momentum behind her indecent thrusts, desperately trying to
bury the appendage deeper and deeper inside of herself, her own tongue waggling out
of her open mouth as she drooled uncontrollably. Her hair was a sweaty mess, stray
locks escaping her hairdo and hanging free.

“Come on, deeper! Harder!” Chastity groaned between heavy pants and heavier
humps. The hermaphrodite obliged, forcing even more of her length in, she herself
rather surprised at how much the sister could take. Syberia shook at the sight just a
little, her loins absolutely burning by now, and she felt constrained by her clothes. She
pulled off her sweater, exposing her lacey white bra, and then she removed her skirt,
leaving just her soaked high-cut panties and stockings. Her eyesight was naturally
drawn back to the hermaphrodite’s throbbing, veiny, and huge cock, a tiny drop of
white precum forming at the tip. Her thighs tightened reflexively. She wanted it inside
of her, she realized. She wanted to be filled. The thoughts were partly her own, and
partly the result of the dark vapors that continued to enter her through her lungs. The
girl shook her head to snap out of the carnal mood, and did her best to avert her gaze
from the alluring daemon, focusing her attention on the Celestine, though it hardly
helped.

“Ungh! Ungh! Yeah! More!” the woman yelled, the corrupted tongue slipping
deeper and deeper inside of her wet, rippling folds, the pitch of the wet sloshes quickly
growing lower and lower, accentuated by the heavy panting and moaning of the
woman and rapidly becoming a heretical symphony of pleasure that was music to both
participants’ ears. Sensing that the climax was growing near, the daemonette aimed to
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please her impatient partner, so she utilized her hidden ace in the hole. She would
have grinned devilishly if her mouth wasn’t otherwise preoccupied, though the corners
of her mouth did curl up just a little.

Chastity let out a surprised gasp, her head jerking up and eyes widening as her
thrust unexpectedly resulted in a particularly loud and deep splurch. The blush on her
cheeks turned even redder and her hips twisted and shook against her partner on
reflex. Her fingers tightened around the daemonette’s head, running through her
tendrils that gently wriggled against her hands. “Oh, throne! Two?!” she screamed, the
sensation of the second appendage slithering inside of her, and wrestling with the
other one, absolutely tearing through her mind. Both tongues jerked in and out of her
with heavy force even as she gave weak, shuddering humps against them.

The novice watched in fascination as the raunchy sex accelerated to a

crescendo, and with a final moan, her mentor’s body tightened up, her toned muscles
twitching as she flew right over her peak and far beyond it, gushing all over the
daemonette’s face as her lewd fluids splashed out, pulling her crotch back and
slamming it into the servant of excess’s face one last time with the last of her strength,
her eyes tightly shut and her lips pursing into an ‘O’.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss to the sister, she finally came back
down to terra firma, and, still light-headed from the powerful convulsions of her
orgasm, slowly stepped back from her daemon, her legs wobbling dangerously as she
felt both tongues slip around inside of her a little more to tease her at her moment of
greatest sensitivity. She was given mercy, however, when they started to finally retract
and return to their home behind the hermaphrodite’s lips. Countless centimeters of
pink flesh slowly slid out from the lusty babe’s vulva, the sheer length that had
penetrated her mentor shocking and surprising Syberia. They just kept coming out,
foamy juices dripping out along with them, spilling all over the warm sanctified Aquila
carpet and soiling it.

Chastity’s legs gave out once and for all, and she fell onto her tush, panting,
absolutely exhausted by the experience. She swallowed weakly and wiped the sweat
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off of her forehead with the back of her arm. “That was…” she started, pausing to try
and think of the right word, her addled mind struggling like a machine with rusty gears,
“…incredible.”

The daemonette finished cleaning the dirty juices off of her face, neck, and
immaculate, heaving breasts with a loud slurp of her tongue. Her tail released her
great mammary gland and coiled and flicked around in the air behind her, the stray
tendril on her head from before adjusting itself to hang down her face again, between
her eyes, that one little detail completing her seductive face once more. “I aim to
please. I’ve despoiled many of your lot with that little trick. I suspect that you won’t be
so easily swayed by it, though. I can tell that you’ve got several more rounds left in you
before you start to break. Thank Slaanesh for that, it’s been over three hundred years
since I last got some and I want this to last!”

“That’s not going to happen,” the sister said with a shake of her head, though her
haggard breaths were not helping her argument. She cocked her head to the side,
glancing at the nervously shifting girl who was once again being hypnotized by the
sexual organs of the monster in the room. “Novice. It is time. Gather yourself, and
tease the bitch. Make her beg for it. Make her work for it. And when she has earned it,
do not give her what she wants. Take from her what you want,” the white-haired sex
goddess said. The prodigy gulped and nodded anxiously, her body rested enough
from her first orgasm to stand and walk over to the daemon, the proximity only
increasing the effectiveness of her aura of arousal on her.

In a sudden act of inspiration, the girl noticed the chains hanging down from the
ceiling, and she grabbed them, yanking them down to lift the daemonette’s arms
higher, pulling her to her feet, and then she hooked the chains on the small hooks on
the wall to keep them where they were. Now standing up straight, her arms and legs
spread wide, the daemonette looked right at the nervous girl, locking eyes with her.
The burning multitude of colors, the fires of the Warp itself, almost immediately
hypnotized and fascinated her, and she found herself rapidly being drawn into the
daemon’s web – but then, at the last second, the hermaphrodite blinked, interrupting
the process for reasons known only to her, and freeing the girl’s mind.
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“F-foul daemon, why did you…?” Syberia trailed off, her heart pounding in her
chest.

“Because that would be too easy, and you are far too beautiful to resort to such
trivialities. No, I want to do this the old-fashioned way,” the pink servant of excess said.

“H-how dare you!” Syberia gasped, though being complimented that way made
her feel funny in a different way from the sexual arousal.

“What, upset?” the creature grinned.

“Syberia! Do not allow her to play with you! You are supposed to be using her, not
the other way around!” Chastity barked.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, sending a virgin like this in here. She won’t last
one bout with me,” the daemon giggled.

“We’ll see about that,” the resting woman said from the ground. Silently, Syberia
took a deep breath and reached out to the giant, throbbing penis in front of her. When
her fingers brushed against the pink flesh of the shaft, it jumped and twitched from the
contact, the bead of pre-cum on the tip rapidly forming into a gentle trickle of it, slowly
stretching down from the gravity and dripping onto the floor. Syberia blushed furiously.

“What’s wrong, babe? Never seen a real cut of meat before?” the daemonette
asked. “That’s cute.”

“D-don’t call me that!” the young girl protested.

“As you wish, but you should know, you’re quite fetching.”

“I don’t care! Shut up!”

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“That’s cold. I’m just saying I wish this were under different circumstances, when I
could take my time seducing you properly.”

“Properly?”

“Let me out of these chains and I’ll show you exactly what I mean by that,” the
daemon purred, her tail wiggling slightly in the air. The novice’s eyes were drawn to
the motions of the pink tail, and she swallowed nervously. The daemonette smiled a
little wider. The girl really was cute. “Let me make this a little easier on you. How would
you like it?”

“Like it?” she repeated, confused.

“You know, how do you want to fuck? It’s your first time, so I’ll let you have it any
way you want!”

“I don’t want it!” Syberia said.

“Of course you do. Look at yourself, you can barely keep your eyes off me. Did
you like the way your superior looked when I ate her out? You could experience that,
too. It’s one of my specialties.”

“I-I thought it was disgusting!”

“And arousing. I could smell you then. I can smell you now. Would you like me to
describe the scent?”

“Stop that! Look, I’m only doing this because I have to!” the blonde girl snapped.

“Are you sure about that, honey? These ripe, juicy melons in your face don’t have
anything to do with it?” the monster asked, shaking her chest to make the
supernaturally alluring tits bounce heavily. Syberia bit her lip and reflexively grabbed
both of them, squeezing them and experiencing their heavenly mixture of softness and
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firmness for herself. She inched closer, the head of the daemon’s cock pressing
against her navel, and she felt the precum begin to dribble down onto her skin, running
over the tattooed words of the litany of purity. She panted, mesmerized by the feeling
of the breasts in her hands, and took another step closer, pressing up against the
daemon’s warm body, the hot, throbbing rod now tightly buried between their figures.

The daemon giggled. “See? You’re totally desperate for it. That’s so cute!”

“I-I’m just following my orders!”

“Well, then follow them harder, soldier!”

As if spurred on by the command, Syberia reflexively wrapped her arms around

the hermaphrodite’s torso in a rough hug, and began grinding herself up against the
daemon, ravenous for satisfaction. Her movements were awkward and shaky, as
expected of a virgin, but that did not prevent her nor the daemon from enjoying the
friction as their tight bodies rubbed against each other. The daemon’s tail
mischievously slid up the back of the novice’s thigh, slipping under the girl’s panties,
running up her buttock and out the top, then curling over to hook the fabric and slowly
pull them down and off of the girl’s waist, the moist white lace falling to her ankles,
where she stepped out of them. As she ground harder and harder against the
hermaphrodite, Syberia reached back and unhooked her white lace bra, discarding
that as well, exposing her well-tanned, perky breasts, and smushing them against
those of her partner. All that was left were the pure white stockings upon the prodigy’s
sensuous legs and thighs.

The heavy, pillowy sensation of their breasts pressed together was divine, the
daemon’s tits overwhelming the girl’s own chest due to their sheer size. The solid girth
radiating immense heat against the blonde girl was surprisingly alluring to her despite
its monstrous size. She felt the primal forces stirring in her loins accelerate and throb
through her, though whether it was due to the stimulating contact, or the unnatural
atmosphere, or some other effect the daemon was having on her, Syberia could not
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“Daemon, w-what is your name?” she asked in a forceful tone.

“My name? Nobody’s ever asked that before,” the pink fleshy creature replied, her
tail swinging excitedly in the air, her interest piqued by the odd question. “Usually
humans are too busy trying to screw me to even think about it. What brought this up?”

“That’s none of your business! I just-I just feel that it is wrong to have sexual
relations with someone you do not even know the name of!” Syberia panted, resting
her forehead against the daemon’s. The fleshy hair tendril hanging down the daemon’s
face wriggled around between them, trying to escape the uncomfortable pressure, to
no avail. The hot breath of both intermingled as their mouths were now only
centimeters away. The daemonette smiled.

“That’s really, really cute, you know. Alright, mortal. I will tell you. I am called
Kallisto by your kind,” the daemonette said, before leaning in just enough to plant a
gentle kiss on the girl’s lips in front of her. Syberia leaned back to break the contact of
their lips, but immediately regretted it. The tender, tingling sensation of the daemon’s
lush lips upon her own, the subtle flavor of forbidden pleasure, like ambrosia, was
intoxicating to her. Dazed for only a moment, she consciously chose to return the kiss,
smooching the lips of the sexy, confident, dangerous, hermaphroditic monster in front
of her, and this time, holding the contact for several seconds. The daemon’s fleshy tail
straightened and shook just a little.

Finally, the novice broke away, turning her blushing face away to avoid the
temptation of continuing. If she looked at those luscious red lips again, she knew she’d
lose what little control she still had left. The daemonette, however, smiled and tilted her
head a little, her active lust growing as she let out a curious cooing noise. The turgid
cock throbbed against the tanned girl’s body, and her legs shivered in response.
Strange, uncomfortable emotions raced through Syberia’s mind, unrelated to the
heavy shackles of lust that directed her thoughts. Try as she might, with the haze
burdening her, she could not decipher them, though she could tell that she liked them,
foreign and mysterious as they were.
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“Novice! You’d better get started for real, or you’ll never get anywhere!” Sister
Celestine Superior Chastity called out as she idly fingered herself on the ground, tired
of watching foreplay. “Don’t forget what you’re here for!”

Syberia winced. Although she would have much rather slowed down and enjoyed
her first time as much as she could manage, she understood that the longer she
remained in close contact with Kallisto, the greater the chances of permanent,
irreversible corruption. She wondered for a moment if the new feelings she was having
were the beginnings of foul corruption, and the thought frightened her. Stilling her mind
to the best of her ability, she swung her hips back, the daemon’s lower head sliding
down her navel centimeter by centimeter until it arrived at her engorged sex, brushing
over her clitoris and sending new shivers of pleasure through her body. A fresh glob of
precum formed at the tip, mixing with the musky juices of her flower. It was unbearably
warm.

“Hold on, cutie pie. I know you’re eager to get started, but you’re a virgin. There’s
no way you could fit something this big inside of you, painlessly, at least,” Kallisto said.

“Why do you care?” Syberia asked, reaching down to grab ahold of the cock, and
feeling the pulsing heat and blood flowing through it. “I thought your kind would prefer it
like that.”

“I do, but it’s impolite not to warn you about it,” the daemon grinned. “I admire
your resolve. Many women are deeply afraid of my size.”

“It’s nothing like the anatomical diagrams in my schooling, but you’re certainly no
horse. I can handle you,” the novice said, putting on a brave face to force herself to
believe her own words.

“If you’d prefer that of a horse, that can be arranged,” the daemon growled
playfully.

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“N-no! I’m quite fine with this!” the blonde girl said nervously.

“Awww, such a shame. I rarely get to show that off.”

“I-I’m sure it’s very impressive…” Syberia muttered, her imagination running
rampant at the idea. She took another deep breath to steady herself. “Now be quiet so
I can focus.” When Kallisto did not utter any particularly distracting noises, the novice
slid her fingers up and down the shaft they held, her other hand moving to hold onto
the daemon’s soft shoulder. The male member twitched and throbbed as she caressed
it, invoking an intoxicating sensation of power and joy in the novice.

“Such gentle hands… heehee, you’ll make me cum all over you if you keep that
up,” Kallisto giggled.

“Please don’t…” Syberia said, stopping her fingers nervously. She experimentally
pressed the head of the cock in her hand against her labia, rubbing it slowly and
tenderly over her soft nether lips.

“Ooh, like I said, I’m going to burst right here and now if you keep playing with me
like this,” the daemon said.

“What would you have me do? I am trying to prepare myself!”

“A virgin can only prepare so much, you must understand that. At some point you
must simply take the plunge and ride the tiger. You might as well just jam it all the way
in.”

“I-I see…” Syberia muttered, the burning heat in her loins, the suggestive words
the pink skinned hermaphrodite spoke, the fresh memories of Sister Chastity’s raunchy
tongue-fucking, the vapors the blonde girl continued to inhale directly from the source,
and, most importantly, the indescribably pleasant sensation of that kiss – every factor
in her mind combined into an unstoppable tide of lust and desire. She felt empty. She
wanted to be filled. And she held, in her hand, pressed against her pussy, the one
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thing she wanted in the world more than anything else.

A delicious cut of meat, a corrupt column of flesh, seductively pulsing against her
skin, as if trying to burrow inside of her, white fluids leaking from the tip, each dark
purple vein visibly throbbing with blood, almost growing larger as she stared at it. She
inhaled with a shudder, and exhaled pink from her glistening lips. Her mound twitched.
Beads of sweat dripped from her beautiful blonde hair, rolled down her face, down her
breasts, dripped off of her nipple, down her back, rolled between her buttocks, tickling
her crack all the way down. Her tanned skin gleamed in the low light of the candles.
The maiden novice slowly pushed her hips forward as she tightly gripped the
daemon’s shoulder.

The daemonette purred as the silky walls of Syberia’s honey pot began to engulf
her knob. She had waited for this moment for so damn long, her chance to fuck some
Sister’s tight cunt after being cooped up in this shitty room for so long, and it was even
better than she had hoped it would be. So tight, so soft, so wet! A few centimeters
later, she felt her tip probing the tensile, untouched hymen that so many Sisters of
Battle protected vigorously. However, the penetration stopped there, and while Syberia
did give a few experimental, weak pushes, she seemed too nervous to make the leap.
While it was a meticulous and slow process, Kallisto was content to let the girl take her
time, though she did realize that normally she would have just thrust her own hips
forward to impale her immediately. For some reason, she instead wanted to let her
inexperienced partner find her own way. It was a bit out of character for her, but she
figured she was just being generous since it was her first time in three hundred years.

“Take your time, ba-?!” Kallisto began to say, only for her to suddenly experience
the very thing she had wanted to do to the girl from the start – the prodigy just, without
warning, lifted her white stocking covered leg, wrapped it over the daemon’s wide,
child-bearing hip, threw all of her weight forward, and impaled herself on the
tremendous shaft of the daemon, burying every last centimeter of length and girth
inside of her virgin muff to the very hilt. Kallisto closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
The daemon’s surprise almost gave way to an unplanned flooding of the poor girl’s
freshly violated insides with her damned seed, but she was a true master of her own
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body, and so she repressed the urge… barely.

The daemon cracked open an eye to see the novice that had taken her so
suddenly shivering, face contorted in pain. Blood from her torn, sacred hymen slowly
dripped down from her flower. “Well, you’re just a bag of surprises, aren’t you?” Kallisto
cooed, some part of her feeling sorry for the poor nubile girl. She felt so sorry, in fact,
that she actually used a tiny fraction of her power to dull her pain, allowing the
pleasure to reassert itself in her naive mind, and allow her to enjoy the cock that any
virgin would normally suffer great discomfort from.

Syberia let out a soft gasp, her lips hanging open. She began to breathe heavily,
and squirmed side to side, trying to find the most comfortable position on the dick
inside of her. “I feel… so hot…” she moaned, her leg tightening around the daemon’s
hip. The sexy tanned girl leaned in closer, pressing her chest against that of her
partner’s, leaning in to plant her lips firmly on the crimson, glistening lips before her.
She slowly lifted her hips up and lowered them back down, testing the way the
daemon’s cock felt when she rode it. It was divine, and she broke off the kiss to
shudder and twitch in pleasure, mouth hanging open weakly as she felt it throb inside
of her from the stimulus.

“Damn…” Kallisto said, her tail curling and twisting around the girl’s
stocking-covered leg that was wrapped around her pink, fleshy hip. It was warm, and
the tip slid past the edge of the stockings, rubbing the erogenous zone on the girl’s
inner thigh, producing a notable effect on her body. “Kiss me again,” the pink-skinned
hermaphrodite demanded, sticking her chest out, their glistening jugs squishing harder
together and rubbing around. The prodigal girl wordlessly did as she was told, and this
time, as their mouths met, the daemon stuck her unnatural tongue out, giving her a
twisted French kiss. The tongue explored every corner of the mouth it wriggled in, and
the girl tried to recoil out of shock, but the sheer length just shot in further. After a few
moments, she didn’t particularly mind anymore, and began wrestling the invader with
her own tongue, swapping saliva eagerly.

With the low, dirty noises of their smacking lips and struggling tongues, Syberia
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once again pulled her groin back and slid it forward, so sensitive that she could feel
every centimeter slipping in and out of herself, every vein and bump on the dark purple
penis for her to savor as her tight, sopping wet folds rolled over them. Something
about the daemon’s powers increased her inner sensitivity to the point that she could
feel everything happening inside of her gash. “By the Dark Prince’s prehensile
tallywhacker, you are just the most scrumptious little morsel!” Kallisto moaned as she
tore herself away to speak, tongue slurping back into her mouth, droplets of saliva
flying all over. “Come on, come on, I can’t stand waiting any longer! Ride me! Ravage
me!”

Syberia let out a whimpering moan, hips shaking from the pleasure she already
felt, and began rhythmically pumping herself against the daemon, experimenting with
the angle she took, holding on to the daemon out of desperation as she continued.
She could feel another orgasm building in her core, as the huge shaft inside of her
rubbed her in places she never knew she had. She felt it throbbing against her G-spot
mercilessly, driving the girl insane, drool pouring from her lips as she humped, eyes
focused on the immaculate pink flesh of the daemon’s neck.

The sister-in-training leaned her head forward to bite down on the nape, tasting
the forbidden flavor of the daemon’s being on her tongue, just hard enough to leave a
mark in the tender flesh. Kallisto gasped and purred, shaking her hips against the
nubile girl. “Yowza, now we’re getting kinky!” she giggled. The novice continued riding
the daemon, the pain of her lost virginity gone entirely from her mind by now, replaced
only by the infinite lust and desire that throbbed in her pussy, mind, and through her
veins.

Meanwhile, Sister Chastity had retrieved her pupil’s soaked panties, and, balling
them up and jamming them into her eager womanhood, continued to finger and tweak
herself, her own sex drive in full bore from watching the perverse display. She
moaned, her tender cunt gently twitching around her fingers, while she kneaded her
right tit with her other hand. She watched the prodigal novice awkwardly thrust on the
daemon she was wrapped around with a lusty glint in her eye.

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If any Imperial citizen entered the forbidden chamber, they would have found a
disgusting orgy that violated the highest laws of the Imperium. Chastity’s moans, the
wet slapping of the two sweaty bodies against each other, Kallisto’s passionate words,
and Syberia’s needy mewlings were the seductive accompaniment for this foul heresy.
Indeed, Chastity thought, this whole act was only sexier because of how taboo it was.

The pace of the naughty humping picked up over the next few minutes. Syberia
somehow managed to stave off the impending orgasm through a combination of force
of will, faith, and desire to have more, but the fat cock inside of her made that difficult.
Finally, the hermaphrodite giggled. “You’re not going to hold out much longer, are you?
That’s fine. You’ve already done wonderfully for your first time. I’ll give you a nice
treat!”

Syberia gasped and sputtered, eyes unfocused from the extent of her ecstasy,
staring at nothing in particular, and unable to process even simple colors anymore. Her
grinding and fucking became uneven and arrhythmic. Her tanned, sweaty body rapidly
hurtled towards the climax, and all the brakes were gone. She let out a low, prolonged
moan as her last vestiges of resistance to the feelings vanished, and a searing
sensation of absolute pleasure exploded from her crotch out into the rest of her body.
Her snatch twitched and clamped down, her leg squeezed the daemon’s waist tightly,
and in response, the daemon purred and grinned, releasing all control over her own
body and allowing her natural impulses take over. Kallisto’s cock throbbed, new veins
appearing all over it, and bulging with huge loads of unholy semen that erupted inside
of the novice like a volcano.

Within three massive splurts, the prodigy’s wet passage was already packed with
the dense cum, but that was only the beginning. More and more bulges traveled from
the root of the dick, past the outer lips of the labia, and deep inside of the girl.
Celestine Superior Chastity’s eyes widened in surprise as she heard the deep, sloppy
noises of the endless ejaculations continuing inside of the former virgin, and saw the
thick, viscous stream of white seed pouring down from the girl’s crotch, spilling all over
the carpet. Then she smiled, imagining what it must feel like, and continued
masturbating shamelessly.
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Indeed, Syberia was so far gone that she could only perceive the bliss of the
dense baby batter pumping into her. Her body went limp against the daemon, the tail
that had been thoughtfully wrapped around her leg the only thing keeping her from
falling down. After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only two minutes, the
daemon’s climax subsided, and the poor girl finally received an opportunity to catch
her breath, panting weakly as she leaned against her demonic lover.

“Oh, that was fantastic,” Kallisto said, already mostly recovered thanks to her
unnatural sexual stamina. “A worthy start to another age of debauchery. You have my
gratitude, girl. What was your name?”

“S-Syberia…” the novice groaned, struggling to gather herself, though she had to
admit, her current position was fairly comfortable. The daemon was quite soft and
squishy.

“One last kiss, Miss Syberia?”

“S… sure.” The aspiring sister lifted her face and met the lips of the daemon once
more, this time, sharing no tongue, only pressing their lips together and sucking on
each other passionately. Then, there was an electric throb inside of the girl, of the
daemon’s cock, back to full strength and eager for more. “Wait! W-wait! I’m not ready
for more yet!” Syberia gasped, shaking in a combination of anticipation, rising arousal
that conflicted with her exhaustion, and just a little bit of fear at the possibilities.

“Then why are you still on me? Seems to me you aren’t willing to climb off the
tiger just yet. This rodeo is only getting started, baby,” the pink daemon grinned,
releasing her tail that held up the girl’s leg to grant her more freedom to move as she
wished. However, the lusty blonde maiden could not bring herself to slide off of the
rock hard cannon inside of her. While she was exhausted, she was already starting to
feel hot and bothered, and her willpower crumbled just as her knees shook.

“Hold on, now, it’s my turn!” Sister Chastity said, getting up from the ground.
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Indeed, she was far more aroused than Syberia was.

“Surely you can’t be so selfish as to break up this passionate coupling?” Kallisto

asked with a grin. “Never fear. I’ll get to you in due time, loyal bitch of the Corpse God.”

“Watch your mouth, slut, or I’ll smash your teeth in,” Chastity growled, absolutely
not going to accept any lip from a servant of Chaos.

“I’d like that,” the daemon giggled. “No, really, I would. Pain and pleasure go
hand-in-hand so well!”

“I don’t think you’ll be laughing when I stab you between the ribs with a
consecrated dagger, just holy enough to make you scream in true agony, but not holy
enough to kill you,” Chastity snarled, going for the large bag of assorted stuff that she
had brought in.

“Hmm. That doesn’t sound pleasant,” Kallisto nodded. “Hard to enjoy that
particular brand of pain. I think I’d rather not!” Her eyes flashed with unnatural light,
and suddenly, the experienced woman with the long white braid of hair froze, eyes
widening. She doubled over, hands uselessly clutching at her navel. She let out a
weak groan, her knees shaking and turning inwards. Then, she collapsed to her hands
and knees, slowly gyrating her hips as if trying to hump the air.

“Hah! How do you like a Seed of Desire? They’re one of my specialty creations.
100% pure, unbridled, animal lust; sampled, formulated, and synthesized from the
hormones and emotions of over a thousand different species across the galaxy, each
and every one of them with a sex drive at least a thousand times stronger than that of
the horniest humans. ‘Going into heat’ is so very, very insufficient to describe what a
single one of these does to a woman. Or a man, in fact. Even works on every brand of
xenos. It’s my favorite little tool!”

“Y-you… you whore! You… planted this in… my wooomb!” Chastity moaned,
orgasming uncontrollably, lewdly shaking and shivering. By now, a bright pink glow of
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unbelievable sexual energy was visible through her skin, emanating from where her
uterus was.

“Oh yes, I can’t thank you enough for giving me unrestricted access to your lovely
pussy. I really am glad that I saved a good number of Seeds, just in case of such an
event. And now, look at you. Just cumming all over the place like a two bit whore in my
Master’s domain. Think what your colleagues would say about this! Think what your
false emperor would say! Hahahaha!” Kallisto laughed boisterously at the sight of the
proud warrior woman brought so low.

“Y-you’ve made a big mistake, da-daemon,” Chastity managed to squeak out.

“G-guards!” she called, awaiting the noise of the bulkhead’s valve lock being opened
and the heavy footfalls of power armor-adorned veteran warriors to blow the daemon’s
head off with their blessed bolts. But that noise never came. The door remained
sealed. Nobody was coming.

“Oh, were you hoping for those pretty women outside to come to your rescue?
Hah! You really are a fool! I planted Seeds of Lust inside of them thirty seven minutes
ago! I can smell it; they’re too busy fucking just outside in an unstoppable rampage of
lust to hear you!”

“Sy… S-Syberia! Y-you need to fight her!” the white-haired woman panted, eyes
crossing from the constant barrage of lust that no amount of faith or willpower could
withstand, moving on to her second climax in a row. “Please! G-get the bag,
g-guh-guh-get thuh dag-guh-ger!”

However, Syberia was dazed. It was all happening so fast, and she was still so
exhausted from her recent sex, she felt light-headed and could not even think.
Aimlessly, realizing her orders, she slowly removed the pulsing shaft inside of her,
staring at it longingly for just a moment before turning to walk for the bag. She saw that
it was actually surprisingly close, just at her feet, more or less. It was as if the
Celestine Superior had placed it just so that it could be easily accessed in the event of
an emergency during sex with the beast. That forethought would pay off, Syberia
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thought hazily, starting to get ahold of herself. She bent over slowly, trying to keep her
balance despite her shaking legs.

Unfortunately, this also gave the daemonette one hell of a view of her backside.
Kallisto licked her lips ravenously, eyeing up the twitching, dribbling snatch, the round,
firm ass, and the wide, child-birthing set of hips before her. It was like a feast laid out
before a lord. With no further need for appearances, the daemonette tore the chains
and shackles that held her wrists and ankles off with minimal effort. She had worn
down their sacred power within the first decade of her imprisonment. A pathetic
showing by whoever ran this place.

The blonde, ragged prodigal novice heard the noises, but could only focus on her
task. She knew that if she paid the daemonette too much attention, she’d be
mesmerized again. She dug through the bag, pushing aside sacred tomes and
Aquilas, searching for the aforementioned dagger as quickly as she could – and then,
tossing out a large dusty text, the sexy girl raised an eyebrow in surprise at what she
saw in the bag. But she had no time to ponder those contents, as a pair of pink hands
grasped her by her hips, and a wondrously big cock plunged into her tight cunt with a
low splurch.

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in the torchlight of the warm, dusty hallway just outside the sealed
chamber…

The sex-crazed pants and gasps of two shapely, nude women echoed through
the dark passage. Slurps followed as they proceeded to suck and lick each other’s
cooches sloppily, drinking up each other’s naughty juices with wild abandon. The pair
of oily bodies writhed and rubbed against each other in the flickering, dim light,
shadows playing along their curves. Within moments, they achieved their twenty eighth
orgasm from the moment they stepped out into the hallway to stand guard.

Two glowing points on each of their bodies betrayed the nefarious forces that had
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charmed and enchanted their stubborn, faithful minds. From each of their wombs, the
pink light of pure, concentrated desire emanated, shining through their skin. The two
women were close comrades within the same unit, and had shared a cot more than
once to relieve stress both in the field and on base. But now, they were so desperate
for satisfaction, they found themselves craving each other relentlessly. Was it love?
They thought to themselves. Of course, they decided. This was the Emperor’s gift to
them, a chance to proclaim their true desire for each other and consummate their
relationship.

Their armor had been hastily removed and sat, pristine and carefully stacked, in
the corner where it would not get in their way. Their bolters were leaning against the
wall. All thoughts of duty, of responsibility, of the potential dangers within the chamber
were banished from their minds the moment they had revealed their bare bodies to
each other. There was only love. The purest love.

A love so pure, that the only thing they could think about was fucking.

The irony of their flawed perceptions was lost on them.

But their irresponsibility was not lost on the woman who came walking calmly up
to the couple, wrestling and moaning in a pile of their own fluids and sweat on the
ground, oblivious to all around them.

“Ahem,” the woman cleared her throat. They did not respond.

“A-hem. Sister Weylan? Sister Aethas?” Still, no response. The woman tapped
her foot impatiently.

“Girls, this is clearly not the time for stress relief. You are on guard duty, are you
not?” she asked very loudly. This time, she managed to get through to the Sisters of
Battle, who stopped eating each other out in the sixty-nine position long enough to
glance over and see the long skirt and dress of…

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The Prioress. The Living Saint, St. Cybele the Fair. High Matron and leader of the
Order of the Cardinal Chalice for the last decade, veteran of countless campaigns,
wielder of high miracles of faith against countless enemies of the Imperium. A hero. A
saint. Their boss.

Sister Weylan, still staring at the Prioress in shock, slowly leaned her head down
to slowly lick her lover’s slit again. The Prioress glared at her, putting her hands on her
wide hips. She was well known for her otherworldly beauty, like that of a goddess.
“S-sorry, my lady…” Sister Weylan said, averting her eyes shamefully.

“Don’t apologize to me. You are supposed to be protecting Sister Chastity and
Novice Syberia. Is everything normal in there?”

“…Y-yes, my lady. We have not heard any cries for help,” Sister Aethas said, her
eyes locked on the slowly dripping loins situated above her face. Drip. A long strand of
musky lubricant fell upon her cheek, rolling down it.

“Good. Naturally, you must both be harshly punished for such an indiscretion
while you are on duty. You naughty, naughty girls! You should be ashamed of
yourselves. I will administer your punishment personally, and immediately,” St. Cybele
announced loudly, brushing her long black hair back with one hand, and using her
other hand to pull her long, white, immaculate silk skirt back, revealing her immaculate
flower, shining with holy light.

The Emperor’s Gift.

The Sisters of Battle drooled a little in anticipation as the Prioress got on her
knees, stooping to their level to join them in their lovemaking. Their moans only grew
louder as their spiritual leader took them for the Emperor’s glory. Justice was served…

…but in the chamber, the nightmare continued.

End of Chapter Two

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*****

Oil and Promethium

Chapter Three v0.44
Tags: daemonette x Sister, futa, standing sex from behind, corruption, sisters x Saint,
double oral

Chapter Three Synopsis: Syberia loses herself to the raw passion of Kallisto. St.
Cybele enjoys the kinky desires of Weylan and Aethas.

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“Hnngh!” Syberia grunted at the sudden invasion of her raw gash from behind.
She arched her back upward, mouth hanging open as her brow furrowed from the
surprise carnal sensation. “No, h-hold on,” she whined, reaching back to grab onto the
daemonette’s wrists, ineffectually trying to budge them from her hips. Heedless of her
words, Kallisto grinned and pushed all the way inside, enjoying her new freedom to
move her arms and legs. She ran her pink fingers over the flesh of the squirming girl in
front of her, feeling the smooth softness of her tanned skin, the immaculate shape of
her curves, her wide hips, her round, taut ass, and her lithe back. She was beautiful.
Nubile. Ready to bear countless children. A worthy candidate to join her new thrall.

“P-please, no, I d-don’t want…” the blonde girl gasped out as she was fucked.
Her protests only aroused Kallisto further. The thick mound that she ceaselessly
slammed into twitched and throbbed around her huge, daemonic cock, well adjusted to
its size, eager to be pounded and violated despite the girl’s weak pleas of protest. The
daemonette’s aura of desire had never left the room, and even to this moment, the
trainee was inhaling those dark vapors that drove her body wild with lust - enticed her
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mind - enchanted her soul.

“Hahahaha!” Kallisto cackled, eyes glowing brightly as the excess of desire

continued to feed and fuel the return of her faded power. “I find your complaints difficult
to believe, Syberia! Your body seems a bit too enthusiastic for this. I think,” she said,
leaning down to whisper into the distressed girl’s ear from behind, her huge, pillowy
bosom smushing into her upper back, “that you love this. You want this. You need this.
I saw the way you bent over. It was so sensual, so precise, so controlled. Spreading
your thighs just a little, just enough. The movements of a lewd girl hungry for dick. You
were hoping that I’d do this to you. Admit it. Admit it to yourself and to your beloved
teacher!”

“N-no! It’s… hngh… ah… not t-true!” the girl moaned indecently as the rhythmic
humping continued into her tight pussy. As if to punish her lie, Kallisto stuck her long
tongue out, licking the girl’s cheek from behind, leaving a trail of saliva. She swung her
hips back and threw them forward with dramatic force, fingers tracing sensual circles
on the girl’s hips. Splat, splurch, splurch, the lewd wet noises echoed in the dim
chamber. Syberia closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in a grimace, struggling to bear
the pleasure.

“Look at yourself, knees shaking, heart pounding. I can feel you squeezing my
cock like a whore. Mmm, and you just got tighter when I said that. Damn! Whew, I
might explode if this keeps up. You just love being talked to like the dirty slut you are,
don’t you?”

“N-no!” Syberia gasped, eyes trailing upward as her entire body shook forward
with the force behind each thrust. Her breasts swung forward and back, their beautiful
weight, shape, and softness observed only by Sister Chastity, who was writhing on the
ground, powerless to do anything. Dark power had claimed her womb, and with it, her
mind, and her strength. The daemonette grinned, reaching her hands forward to grip
and caress the sweaty, bouncing brown orbs on Syberia’s chest, forcing her to emit a
needy groan.

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“Trust me baby, I’m only getting started. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll
never be able to go back to your paltry faith!”

“Please, stop,” the poor novice begged. “I’m going crazy!”

“And this wet cunt of yours is making me rut! Sorry, babe!” the daemonette said,
grabbing her victim by her wrists to hold her up and then swinging back up to a
standing position behind her, still rolling her hips against the girl’s nubile rear. She
accelerated her fucking, drool dripping from the tanned blonde she railed mercilessly.
The momentum of the sex caused Kallisto’s massive mammaries to jiggle and bounce
every time she slammed herself in to the hilt, and her own neglected honey pot had
several streams of sweet, forbidden juices running down her thick, voluptuous thighs.

Hanging over the ground, held up by the daemon’s unnaturally strong grip around
her wrists, droplets of sweat flicked off of Syberia’s bright blonde locks as they swayed
rhythmically to the beat of the raunchy ride. Her traitorous body was all-too-glad to be
ravaged by the monster behind her, and her mind was so addled with desire that she
struggled even to think. The mist of lust that Kallisto secreted continued to subtly
influence her being, seducing the former virgin’s very soul into twisted depravity, yet
also preventing her from reaching her peak, to the cruel glee of the busty pink
creature.

“I think it’s high time I moved this to the next level,” the servant of excess grinned,
her long tail traveling up to her lush labia to stroke herself, soaking a good length of it
in her corrupt juices. Dripping, her tail slowly coiled up, hovering in the air as it
approached its intended destination, with the aspiring Sister of Battle utterly oblivious
to its purpose. Then, Syberia felt something soft tickling her backside, rubbing between
her buttocks and sliding against her vulnerable anus.

“N-no! Throne, not there! I-I’m not ready for that!” Syberia begged, but her pleas
only served to encourage the daemonette, relishing the weak resistance being given
now. Within moments, the tail’s tip was slowly wiggling past the girl’s tight sphincter,
even while the pink temptress continued burying her unreasonably hard girth in her
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victim’s other passage. “Nooo!” she cried, but the sensation was only mildly
uncomfortable.

Thanks to the powerful dark fluids coating the tail, every motion of the appendage
felt like electricity jolting through her from the base of her spine, a stark contrast to the
smoldering heat she felt with every thrust into her quim. Before long, the tanned
blonde found herself shivering and shaking, gasping at the feeling of the tail pushing
deeper and then slipping out just a bit before going even further inside of her.
Centimeter after centimeter slowly slid into her ass, and then began to pump in and out
in sync with each mighty swing of Kallisto’s hips against the groaning novice’s rear.

Tears forming in her eyes, Syberia turned her gaze back at the beast that violated
her from behind. “Not… so rough!” she whispered helplessly. The daemonette paused
for a moment, stunned by the erotic sight, then her shaft throbbed hard, and she took
the nubile slut before her with renewed vigor, laughing demonically.

Time became a fluid, incoherent mess within the sealing chamber. Neither of the
women could tell if it was some power of the monster running rampant or a product of
their own crippled perception of its passage. Moments of passion and pleasure
became eternities of bliss. Minutes of debased rapture passed as transient flickers,
lost forever in the haze of coitus extreme. Silky pink folds rippled over a swelling,
pulsing column of glowing flesh that pounded against them; the beautiful, white-haired
figure upon the ground desperately fondled herself as she stared longingly at the
violent, crude act of lovemaking from the hermaphrodite that dominated the
overwhelmed blonde angel.

And from the daemonette’s lush lips, did a malevolent cackle manifest. “Now, my
sweet girl, Syberia, swear the truth. Swear the truth, and you will receive my divine
seed, and enter into my fold as my pet, forever to serve and service me,” she spoke,
the sensual words of the seductress as a melody of sin upon her victim’s ears. And
yet, a part of the novice held true in the face of absolute surrender. As if remembering
something important, her lips moved in patterns long since memorized from the
beginning of her sacred training, her voice long too hoarse from her husky moans for
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her whispers to be audible.

And then, the moment passed, gone as quick as it came, and Syberia returned to
her vulnerable state. She croaked out a pathetic plea. “P-please,” was all she could
utter. Kallisto laughed uproariously and slammed her hips against the girl’s jiggling ass
again. The weight of the daemonette’s cock rubbed against her deepest depths,
prompting a low, exhausted groan. Her tail swished around deep in her colon, applying
pressure to her vaginal passage from the other side. Syberia was at her limit. Her jaw
fell open, tongue hanging out as her mind burned with acute pleasure.

“Syberia! D-don’t give in to her!” Chasity groaned from the floor, fully aware of
how dire their situation was – if her pupil’s faith wavered, the entire Convent’s safety
would be threatened by the now loose and rampant daemon. “Fight it!”

“I… I can’t… I can’t take anymore! Please, just let me cum!” the blonde babe
moaned, starting to embrace the hurricane of sensations storming her brain.

“Well, I was gonna torture you a bit longer, but since you asked nicely…” Kallisto
grinned, shark-like teeth gleaming in the flickering candlelight. “Do you admit that you
wanted this from the start?”

“Say it.”

“Y… yes!”

“Good girl. Do you swear to be my pet to use and dispose of as I see fit?” the pink
monster said, her rainbow irises erupting with bright purple light as she continued to
hump her prey silly.

“I’m your pet! I’m your slut! Use me! F-fuck me!” the girl cried, her own eyes
glowing an unnatural bright purple as dark power bound her to the contract. Chastity’s
sweaty face contorted in fear as she watched the corruption of her favorite, beloved
pupil to the power of excess. And yet, the sight of it brought out one of her most
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forbidden kinks, and the Seed of Desire within her reacted to her perverse thoughts,
pulsing with evil energy inside of her and driving her past her brink yet again.

“Ohhh, you have no idea how good it feels to hear that again,” the daemonette
moaned, releasing some of her control over the prodigy and allowing her mind to melt
in the fires of physical bliss. It was like all the built up overstimulation that the daemon
had repressed came flooding out, driving the novice into an orgasm so intense that, if
not for the beast’s skill in expanding the pleasure potential of her victims with her
powers, the poor girl would simply have passed out. Syberia’s hanging jaw was
immediately complimented by her eyes rolling up into the back of her head, tears
running down her cheeks, tongue lolling out, and her entire body spasming in one
great rolling motion originating from her crotch. Even her heart stopped for a brief
moment – only to leap back into action with mighty fervor.

With a final, climactic thrust, Kallisto buried both her girth and her tail as far inside
her new thrall as they could go, and unleashed the torrent of her own semen deep
inside. Her output remained undiminished despite her previous ejaculations. If
anything, she produced even more cum this time, and as each throbbing spurt blasted
white fluid into the beautiful brown maiden, the servant of excess purred and licked her
lips, staring at the tender, twitching, tanned back in front of her. Even as she continued
to pour her seed out, the overflowing liquid splashing on the ground, she let go of one
of the girl’s wrists to plant her hand firmly on the nape of her neck.

There was a brief white glow, and the daemon pulled her hand back. Upon the
flesh she had touched, there was, tattooed in pink, the symbol of Slaanesh. The mark
of her thralldom.

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The awe and adoration for the Living Saint Cybele that all Sisters of the
Order of the Cardinal Chalice felt was no less intense in the hearts of the adepts
Weylan and Aethas. Indeed, such was the magnitude of their faith that they were able
to resist the corrupt influence of the glowing force buried within them as long as their
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eyes remained on their beloved leader. To be graced with the Prioress’s sexual
advances was an honor beyond compare, as her sacred womanhood was prized and
revered for its unspeakable power that only the Saint herself truly comprehended –
and she only rarely spoke of it, as it was improper for one of her station to explain in
intricate detail what exactly went on inside of her cooch.

What was known was jealously guarded, even within the Order, leaving
countless Sisters with only conjecture as to the exact details. Rumors were
commonplace. There was the obvious – shiny golden poon that feels unbelievably
good – but there were plenty of other ones. Some theorized that St. Cybele’s very
purity was undying – that her maidenhead would restore itself miraculously by dawn if
it was torn. Others thought that she held nigh-infinite fertility, meaning that she would
be impregnated if even a drop of semen got inside of her. The only thing that was for
certain was that, of the sisters of the order who had warmed her bed, not one was left
less than thoroughly and utterly satisfied to their limit, though all of them were loath to
speak of their experience, as words could do it no justice.

Of course, such a tantalizing prospect was impossible for her masters to let
pass by. For decades, the sensuous beauty beyond compare had endured and
accepted the depraved desires of the cardinals that seemed to find any and all
excuses to engage her in private ‘conversations’ behind closed doors. It was
technically not her duty or anything to participate in these adulterous unions, but she
did not seem to be opposed to them, or outright disgusted by them, either.

A brave sister had once asked the Prioress why she accepted such disgusting men’s
propositions, and the answer had been, in a gentle voice, “all Imperials suffer
imperfections of their faith. They hold base desires that are easily manipulated, even if
they are repressed or ignored. To save them from themselves, they must be allowed to
release their wickedness and feel the glory of the Emperor. I have been blessed with
the power to accept the wickedness of all. Any who seek physical and spiritual
enlightenment, any who long for profound fulfillment, and any who wish to be purged of
their darkness will find in me a willing partner.” Those words have never been
forgotten, and many members of the Order of the Cardinal Chalice have taken them on
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as their own mantras, following in the footsteps of their idol.

It would never have come as a surprise to anyone for her to shed her
modest robes and quite eagerly help herself to any of her girls that felt salacious urges
around her. It was as if she derived a twisted pleasure in sating the lusts of others, no
matter who they might be. Confronted with a pair of desire-ridden girls before her, her
arousal became apparent as the unnaturally sweet smell of her flaring loins exuded
from beneath her habit.

The battle-hardened lovers sheepishly separated from each other, blushing with gross
shame at their behavior, yet unable to quell the furious lust pulsing through their
wombs. “My-my lady, we apologize for our indiscretion,” Weylan managed to whimper,
running a hand through her ruffled white bobcut to push the unruly bangs out of her
eyes.

“No, Sister Weylan. It does not require the wisdom of a Saint to understand
the deep bond you share with your battle-sister,” St. Cybele said in her solemn, yet
soothing tone. “It is far better to engage in such things here, rather than on the
battlefield. Still, your indecency has interrupted your daily task, so, as your commander
and spiritual leader, I must banish these vulgar feelings from your bodies and minds.”

The women’s eyes widened as she lifted up her skirt to reveal her snatch,
damp with moisture and softly glowing with the righteous, sacred power of a Living
Saint. Her thighs were thick and soft, her shining labia were thick and engorged with
blood, slightly parted, just enough to reveal the perfect pink inner folds they protected.
Both women found themselves crawling up to their mistress, time slowing down as if to
a trickle as their glittering eyes drifted from each curve of the Living Saint’s form to the
next. Soon, their ravenous faces were only centimeters away from the flower of their
idol, drinking in the smell of goodness with every sniff.

Aethas, her fine rear shifting back and forth as she positioned herself on her
knees, found herself leaning closer and closer, mouth slowly opening – a single
glistening strand of saliva extending between her upper and lower lip – and her neck
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twisting just slightly as her burning body compelled her onward, forward into the
breach between the legs of St. Cybele. Her lips pressed into the tender flesh, her
tongue slipped out to taste the glory of justice, and her head moved up and down
rhythmically as she slowly, lovingly ate out her commander. Unnatural forces excited
her tongue and lips, and she realized that her body was being seduced by the golden
power.

The voluptuous St. Cybele smiled down as she continued to hold the skirt of
her habit up, beads of sweat beginning to form on her ample ass and thighs, and on
plenty of other parts of her body. Her face flushed with desire, and she let out a tiny
mewl of pleasure from the attention her nethers were receiving from her devout
follower.

Sister Weylan, meanwhile, watched her dearest love as she ‘worshipped’

the sex goddess before them with a hungry glean in her eye. Weylan could not tear
her eyes away from the pairing, and felt the pounding organ within her bosom soaring
with faith and pride at the sight. She, too, wished to serve. She crawled around, behind
the Saint, who was too preoccupied with the treatment she was receiving to pay much
attention to the pair of hands that gripped her by her firm cheeks. When Weylan
spread them, the unspeakable beauty giggled, instantly understanding what her
servant was planning. Slurp, slurp, slurp, the horny sister’s tongue went between the
ample cheeks before her.

“Ah, marvelous!” St. Cybele sighed as she was eaten out enthusiastically
from both sides, gently swinging her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm. The girls
happily leaned in and back with her, the little wet noises of each lick and suck
accompanied by the excited breathing of their idol.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Oil and Promethium Chapter Four v0.33
Tags: DaemonettexSister, futa, blowjob, copious fluids

The alluring pink daemon slowly lowered her exhausted, delirious partner to the
ground and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek and whispered, “Good night!”

Syberia groaned in response, and her eyelids fell shut, passing into the realm of
dreams. Kallisto, drifting on her feeling of immense satisfaction, turned her attention to
the incapacitated woman across the sealing chamber, who was weakly rubbing her
crotch with desperate need. The sight of the voluptuous woman sent the daemon’s
long, pink tongues slithering over her lush, glistening lips in the candlelight.

Long and beautiful white hair spilled over Sister Chastity’s shoulders and the
ground around her. She was coated in her own sweat, her breasts heaving as she
panted uncontrollably. Her thighs were closed tightly around her arm, while her other
hand gripped the fuzzy carpet, as if trying to find some sort of anchor to the real world.

The daemonette strolled up to the Celestine Superior, child-bearing hips swaying

like a pendulum of sexuality. Her thick, veiny member bounced with every step, a tiny
drop of leftover seed dripping from its tip. Her monstrously alluring bosoms jiggled up
and down – so lavish just to look at that hundreds of men and women had been
corrupted at the sight of them. Kallisto’s parted nether lips, dripping with evil fluid,
twitched, emanating incredible, sensual heat against her thighs. Her tail erupted in
cleansing flames for a moment, then flicked around in the air. The fleshy tendrils of her
hair adjusted and rearranged themselves into a new position, yet that one rebellious
lick remained hanging down between her fiery eyes as always.

“Dear sister, you appear troubled. If it would soothe your soul, please, tell me
what ails you,” the daemon said, her fingers moving to cup one of her momentous
breasts, squeezing her own delicious pink flesh around in circles. The white-haired
sororita watched the serpentine motion with quivering lips.

“F-fuck you!” she sputtered weakly, trying to force her limbs to move. She
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succeeded in sitting up and nearly clambering to her feet. Unfortunately, the pink glow
coming from her uterus suddenly pulsed brighter for a moment, and she shook and
rocked with another spontaneous orgasm, causing her to mewl like a cat in heat. The
glow faded, and she opened her eyes, dazed by exhaustion as well as pleasure. Her
head slowly swung left and right. The world swam around her, swirling and twisting;
except for the daemon, who remained solid, the only thing that she could focus on.
And the longer she focused on the beast, on the hardening pillar of flesh right before
her eyes, the less she wanted to stop.

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to someone who only has your best interests at
heart? I gave you oral, so it’s only fair for you to return the favor,” the daemonette said
with a playful voice, reaching down to caress the beautiful sister’s face. Her mere
touch caused Chastity to moan and squirm in place, her mouth hanging open as she
panted. Kallisto grinned, and, with all of the civility of a mother disciplining her children,
wrapped her hand around the back of the white-haired woman warrior’s head and
slowly pushed her hips forward.

Chastity watched the forbidden dick inching towards her, yet she could not
summon the strength to shut her teeth or even her lush lips. The closer it came, the
lighter her head became, and less hatred she could muster. Before she knew it, it had
stopped, perched an impossibly small distance from her face, and she wished it hadn’t.
The rumbling mass of daemonic power in her womb began to intensify once more, and
she might have fallen back to the ground if not for the powerful hand holding her in
place.

The daemonette knew it was only a matter of time before the painfully aroused
woman gave into her desires. A few seconds later, the sororitas began to kiss the tip of
her evil cock, sucking the remaining droplets of cum up and swallowing them hungrily.
Her tongue flicked out, running over the head with careful precision, demonstrating her
experience in the matter of fellatio. She could taste Syberia’s residual juices, lapping
them up with a moan of depravity. The forbidden flavor of the meat and fluids
overwhelmed what little reason was left in her head, and the white-haired woman
leaned forward, wrapping her tender lips around the throbbing hard tip.
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Kallisto let out a quiet gasp of enjoyment as the sensation of suckling spread
around her girth, the sister’s mouth forming a wet velvety clasp that felt phenomenal.
Chastity started slowly at first, gently attempting to appease the monster with her soft
but prolonged slurps. All her efforts earned her was a buck of the daemon’s hips, and
another few centimeters of length forced into her mouth for her to suck on. “Oooh, how
heavenly!” the pink-fleshed beast giggled, raising one of her hands to grope one of her
huge and soft pink breasts in sensual circles.

The white-haired woman shuddered around the monster’s cock as another

pulsing orgasm racked her body. She promptly began to bob her head back and forth
rhythmically, passionately. She took the daemon’s length all the way to the back of her
throat again and again, entranced and bewitched by the evil throbbing in her mouth.
“Oh, you’re quite good at that, aren’t you? Sucked a lot of dicks before?” The
white-haired woman groaned out in a negative manner, trying to shake her head
around the penis in her mouth, with little success.

“No point trying to deny it with the way you’re using your tongue! Unf! I love it!”
Kallisto cackled as her massive shaft was lovingly fellated by the buxom, sweaty
woman below her. The daemon’s tail flicked up in the air, swaying side to side in slow,
sensual movements.

“You’re addicted to it, aren’t you? This pleasure, this rapture! Yeah, you’re my
kind of woman! Ah, you’re gonna make me blow if you suck that hard, you dirty little
slut!” the daemonette shouted, beginning to thrust her hips forward to drive her column
of flesh as far in as it would go, grabbing Chastity’s head with her other hand for as
much control as she could get, pushing harder and harder, literally face-fucking the
Sister Superior.

Shlurk, shluck, shlurk, Chastity dutifully sucked along with every thrust, her hands
wrapping around the monster’s huge, round rear, squeezing her soft cheeks. Her body
shook with another sudden orgasm, and she began to fondle the daemon’s ass as she
struggled to breathe around the girth pounding the back of her throat. The angle was
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wrong for deep-throating, but that did not mean it was easy on her.

What was happening instead was still so intense that she was completely
immersed in the waves of pleasure drowning her mind. All she could think about was
satisfying the daemon. The flicks of her tongue expertly stroked the underside of the
hot, throbbing shaft in her mouth, doing everything in her power, using every trick in
the book, to get the cock to pump out its load.

“Excellent! Wonderful! Oh! Oh, you’re fantastic!” the daemonette cooed, panting,
smiling as she stared down at the woman whose eyes were looking up at the servant
of Slaanesh with hot desperation gleaming in them. “If you look at me with eyes like
that, I can’t hold back!” the daemonette cackled, tendons in her thighs twitching as she
struggled to hold back her rapidly approaching orgasm. Likewise, the white-haired
woman’s body was heating up for her next white-hot climax, and her thick vulva pulsed
visibly, over and over, with hot need.

“You’re doing so well! You deserve a treat! If you want it nice and sweet, slap my
left cheek! If you want it bitter, slap the other one! What’s it gonna be, Sister?” the
tendril-haired temptress asked, slamming her pulsing rod into Chastity’s wet, warm
mouth with reckless abandon, ready to blow at any second. The overwhelmed sister
could only barely summon the strength to smack the soft pink flesh of her violator’s left
cheek.

There was a loud, strained, multi-voiced groan that bubbled up from the monster’s
throat; and her tail shot up, straightening out completely as dense semen throbbed
through her dick, thick streams blasting out into the all-too receptive Celestine’s mouth.
Chastity gulped down dense glob after dense glob, tingling warmth trickling down her
throat as the forbidden nectar splashed around her mouth, almost sickeningly sweet,
all too easy to swallow. Her gulps were loud, filling the passionate silence, her
beautiful throat bulging up and down over and over again.

The sheer volume of seed flowing out was simply too much, even for the eager
whore, and it began to leak from behind her lips, running down her chin and dripping
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onto her momentous bosoms. Each throb and spurt of cum into her mouth made a low,
wet splurch thanks to the enormous quantities of fluids vacuum packed in there. Her
feverish gulps slowed down as the lack of air led to exhaustion, her mind utterly blank
from both the oxygen deprivation and the hot orgasm wracking her body.

The daemon’s smirk widened as her senses returned, making small, gentle
thrusts in and out of the Celestine’s mouth, savoring the immense satisfaction of the
moment before she pulled herself out, allowing the human woman to weakly finish
swallowing enough fluids to be able to breathe again with loud, haggard pants. Her
massive pink cock continued to pump more sticky white semen out, spilling all over the
beautiful woman’s voluptuous curves, and eventually the daemonette was forced to
grab her member with both hands as if to stop it, the flow gradually coming down to a
mere drip. “Whoa, there, down, boy,” she giggled, her twin tongues running along her
lush lips as she stared at the lascivious sister of battle below her.

Kallisto blinked for a moment, noticing, with a degree of puzzlement, how hard
she had come. She was at a loss for breath, panting, her immaculate jugs heaving up
and down, her scintillating pink flesh covered in a thin, shiny veneer of her own sweat
and various other fluids. “Huh?” she asked nobody in particular, a giddy smile on her
unnaturally beautiful face. “I guess it’s just been too long since I’ve gotten a chance to
really let loose! Hahaha!” she cackled, though there was an almost imperceptible
degree of uncertainty in her tone.

Chastity slowly fell onto her back, breathing slowly, her fresh cream coating
running down her skin and mixing with her sweat. Her tongue ran around her mouth,
scooping up all the leftover drops of seed and swallowing it down with delirious hunger
and need. The lascivious woman moaned, squirming around on the ground as the
Seed of Desire in her core pulsed again, driving her wild. Her long, sweat-soaked,
angelic white locks spilled all around her on the ground, like a shimmering aura of
sanctity. Her hands moved to grope her own huge, jiggly breasts, blindly seeking
whatever additional pleasure she could get as she tossed and turned. Her thighs
spread wide by reflex, and her beautiful pussy visibly twitched and ran with juices. The
daemon's eyes narrowed in on the beautiful sight, and her lips curled into yet another
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fiendish smile, and her shaft jerked upwards with sudden virility. "Oh, I am just getting
started with you..."

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