text: "He has forsaken you," purred Daevia as she climbed the stairs, her booted feet crushing the bodies of the fallen Demons.
  
  Sister Mariam held her sword out, silver radiance shining down at Daevia, the Demon's blood-red eyes squinting against the light. "He —"
  
  Daevia flicked her wrist and her black chain shot at Sister Mariam's face. The nun threw herself back, the chain missing her face by inches. She stumbled into the storeroom, trying to stay on her feet. She stopped her backward momentum as Daevia leaped out of the stairwell, blood-red hair trailing behind her as she landed before the nun.
  
  "Such beauty," Daevia purred, her eyes full of lust. Sister Mariam was disgusted to see the Succuba's pink nipples harden on her exposed breasts. The Demon ran her black, leather-clad hand up her inner thigh and rubbed it between her pussy. "Bend the knee to me and worship at my altar, and I shall give you all the earthly desires you could imagine."
  
  "I already have my master, and I will not forsake him!"
  
  "Bill threw himself into Hell after that silly cunt. The Seraph lies dying. Who shall oppose me?"
  
  "I will!"
  
  "For how long?"
  
  "Until my body no longer has the strength to carry on, Demon!"
  
  The Succuba penetrated her pussy with three, gloved fingers, rapture crossing her face. "Such passion," moaned the Succuba. "Such fire, you will —"
  
  Disgusted at the Demon's masturbation, Sister Mariam threw herself forward, raising her sword. The Demon's hand moved in a blur, ripping out of her cunt and flicking out at her. Juices splashed against Sister Mariam's face. Warmth flooded her.
  
  She stumbled, her slash poorly aimed, and the Succuba easily dodged it. Every nerve in the nun's body seemed to come alive with passion, hardening her nipples, and putting a desperate ache in her pussy that demanded attention.
  
  "What?" she gasped, trying to fight her body's sudden arousal. She wanted to fall to her knees and worship the Demon, to experience every wonderful sensation the Succuba could offer her. "What did you do?"
  
  "Bill has touched you," purred Daevia. "His protection is stamped all over you."
  
  "Yes! And your domination can't touch me!" Mariam snarled.
  
  "True. But he doesn't love you, and you do not love him. His armor is weak, made of imperfect lust, and that can be exploited."
  
  With a roar, Sister Mariam leap forward, her white veil fluttering behind her and her gray habit rustling about her legs. She slammed her sword hard at the Demon, trying to ignore the fire burning inside her. I will not let my body distract me! She swung with every ounce of strength her body possessed. The sword whistled through the air.
  
  The Demon sidestepped.
  
  Her sword sparked when it hit the concrete floor of the storeroom, furrowing the smooth stone in a small could of gray dust. She stumbled, off-balanced by her momentum and crashed into a storage shelf covered in text books.
  
  She pushed herself from the bookshelf, ignoring the heavy textbook that crashed onto her shoulder as it and its brethren rained down from the shelf. Anger boiled inside the nun, pushing against the lust.
  
  "I will see your blood on my sword, Demon!"
  
  "Mmm, anger is almost as good as lust," Daevia purred. "If I was an Erinyes, I would be drunk off your rage. Just submit to your weakness. Give in to your desire."
  
  "I am not weak!"
  
  "Of course, you are," laughed the Demon, full of derision and mockery. "You are human. You are all weak! Just give in and worship me!"
  
  "Never!" Sister Mariam shrieked, spittle flying as she lunged, sword thrust before her.
  
  Daevia flicked her wrist, and the heavy chain deflect her thrusting sword past the Demon's shoulder and beneath her wing. The Succuba's left hand shot out and groped the nun's ass, giving her a firm squeeze, as she stumbled past the Demon.
  
  "Such firm flesh," cooed Daevia. "You will make a wonderful servant!"
  
  Sister Mariam could still feel the flesh of her ass burn and tingle, aching to be touched by the Demon again, and that ache spread through her body. Her nipples screamed to be pinched, her breasts cried out to be groped, and her pussy begged to be teased. Pleasure threaten to overwhelm the nun, drowning her in sensations. She poured all her anger and disgust she could, forcing herself to stay above the sea of lust.
  
  Just submit! her body begged. Stop fighting what we want. Think of all the pleasures we can experience! All the deprave lusts we can revel in!
  
  "No! I... will... not... submit!" she shouted through clenched teeth, forcing herself to turn and swing at the Succuba.
  
  Why fight it? Just give into wondrous sin!
  
  She stepped forward, drawing back her sword, gripped with both hands above her head, and swung it with every last ounce of her desperation at the Demon. She had to finish this. She couldn't fight her desire much longer.
  
  She was weak, just like the Succuba claimed, and her entire body was surrendering. Only her mind remained strong. For now.
  
  Daevia gripped her chain in both hands and caught her downstroke. Light and darkness warred where the weapons met. Sister Mariam strained against the chain, trying to cut her sword through the metal and into the Demon's face. A malicious, hungry grin spread on Daevia's red lips, and lust burned in her blood-red eyes.
  
  "Weak," she purred.
  
  Darkness won. Her sword shattered. Sister Mariam fell to her knees, her body screaming for a release, for a climax.
  
  "If Bill had loved you," mocked the Demon. "If he had armed you with more than his lust, you would have been a threat. But I am Lust, and it could never have harmed me. Only distracted me."
  
  Daevia stepped up, pushing her shaved pussy — a single line of red, pubic hair leading down to her hard clitoris — into Sister Mariam's face. The Demon reeked of lust, a heady musk that fogged the nun's mind. Passion dripped down Daevia's thighs from her engorged labia and the hot, pink depths of her pussy. Sister Mariam licked her lips, her body begging and screaming for her to commit this one sin, to give into the Demon's depravity, and grant her body the orgasm it needed.
  
  "No!" Sister Mariam snarled, pulling away from the Succuba's pussy, stumbling back against another bookshelf. "I won't!" I want to!
  
  Daevia pressed forward, trapping her against the bookshelf, that wonderful pussy drawing closer and closer to the nun's lips. She turned her face, squeezing her eyes shut. Hot flesh, cool juices, pressed against her chin. Every breath she took was full of the Demon's lust, clouding her brain more and more. She couldn't think any longer. All the nun wanted to do was give in to her weakness. How could she fight the demands of her body?
  
  She couldn't.
  
  Sister Mariam turned her face, her tongue dipped into wonderful sin, passion rushed through her body as she explored the hot folds of Daevia's cunt. Ambrosia filled her lips, and she drank deep, imbibing every drop of the Demon's essence she could, lust spreading through every fiber of her flesh, marrow of her bones, and fluid of her blood. She was awash in the Succuba's essence.
  
  "That's it," purred Daevia, voice thick with pleasure. "Worship me. Be my champion."
  
  Mariam's hands wrapped around the Succuba, squeezing her perfect ass, pulling the Demon deeper into her mouth. She furiously worked her tongue, desperate to make Daevia cum so she could get her own orgasm. Her teeth nipped at the Demon's labia and clit, bringing wonderful gasps from Daevia's lips.
  
  "You dirty bitch! Eat my pussy! Oh, yes!" Gloved fingers tightened through Mariam's short, permed hair.
  
  Mariam's fingers explored Daevia's ass, sliding into her crack, and finding the puckered anus. She teased the hole. The Demon sucked in her breath.
  
  "Do it! Finger-fuck my ass like the little whore you are!"
  
  Mariam obeyed, jabbing a finger from both hands deep into the Demon, working them in and out of her tight bowels. Daevia growled and purred, her hot, moist tunnel squeezing like a vice on her fingers.
  
  "Such delightful sin!" groaned Daevia. "Oh, yes! Such wanton depravity!"
  
  Daevia exploded on the nun's mouth, her shrieks filled the bookstore, and the black, spindly Demons that flooded out of the building, answered with their own shrieks of bloodlust. More ambrosia flooded the former nun's mouth, and she savored and drank every last drop of the lust her mistress shared with her.
  
  Daevia stepped back, and Mariam looked up at her with worship. "Please," she begged. "I need to cum!"
  
  A black dildo, covered in bumps, appeared strapped to the Demon's groin, long and thick, fatter than any cock Mariam had known in her youthful past before she had taken her vows. Daevia reached down, and ripped her gray habit off, leaving the nun naked save for her white wimple wrapped tight around her head and neck and her veil.
  
  "Take me!" purred Mariam, her hands caressing her ebony breasts and pinching her brown nipples. "Fuck me!"
  
  Daevia hauled her up, spinning about, and thrusting her hard against the bookshelf. The monstrous cock prodded her ass, and Mariam wiggled her booty in excitement. The dildo slipped between her legs, the wonderful bumps rubbing against her pussy, sending joyous passion trembling through her. She needed to feel that beast inside her, fucking her raw, giving her the greatest orgasm of her life.
  
  "Do you surrender everything to me?"
  
  "Yes!" Mariam screamed, her body burning with too much desire to care what she promised the Demon. "I'm yours!"
  
  Daevia penetrated Mariam; her pussy stretched wide open, pain and pleasure filling the core of her being. Something around her neck, a cord of silk, seemed to loosen, the knot coming undone, and falling off her body, replaced by heavy chains.
  
  "Fuck me!" moaned Mariam. "Fuck me, Mistress!"
  
  The Demon drove hard into her, shoving the dildo all the way against her cervix, pressing against it, trying to penetrate deeper. Pleasure roared through the former nun as Daevia drew back and slammed in again, penetrating into her womb.
  
  "Yes!" Mariam howled as her orgasm rippled like a hot, searing wind through her, transforming her soul with power. "Yes! I'm your champion!"