"Oh" was the exclamation as Hillie stood in the kitchen in surprise seeing Pelle and Father Daniel together. The latter looked flushed and disheveled while Pelle looked far more confident than he ever had. It was the demon she knew, and her suspicion confirmed when Pelle bounded up to her greeting her in a voice that belonged to a child sixteen years ago, not this young man. He hugged her, pressing his body against hers and leisurely licked her cheek from jaw to ear.<br/><br/>Hillie sobbed and pulled away, a hand to her face which began to feel hot, the heat quickly spreading down her chest, coiling around, and between her legs where it felt as though it pushed into her and seeped deep into her womb. She groaned, as much in fear as in the overwhelming lust she began to feel. Was this what she was in essence, what they all were? Creatures of the flesh, craving the passion slicked touch, the thick penetrations, invasions of deep crevices, and the feel of hot mouths on turgid tissue? Was this their natural state and everything else artifice?  Her mind fought through the haze, fought for purchase on her sanity, her reason, even as she felt her womanhood pulsing into life, clamoring for relief.<br/><br/>"Father, yes, you must help, help Pelle!" but even as she spoke as, if by magic Father Daniel's pants fell with a mere caress from Pelle's youthful hand and pooled around his ankle, and his stiff flesh, so unnaturally rigid it almost pulsed, presented towards her oozing precum in a red, glistening pearl, before dripping down onto the floor before him.<br/><br/>"Pelle, no, you must fight," she moaned, her legs giving way at last as she sunk down onto a kitchen chair, her hand straying without her notice to rub at her swollen breasts. "Pelle fight it, you are strong." But even as she said it, dreams of his father invaded her mind, fucking her, except the face held the beatific smile of her nephew as she stretched her lips around his cock to extract the clues she had needed. His taste came back to her mind, the taste of this young man's flesh rubbing over her tongue, coating her with his scent.  She rubbed at the lick on her face to get it off, but touching it made it only worse, and she moaned wordlessly, desperately, rocking to and fro, with tears in her eyes. "No no no nooooo."<br/><br/>Father Daniel stood weeping, looking at her with an expression of shame, lust, self loathing, and a hunger so deep, so fierce she feared for his soul. His hand had enveloped his flesh and he stroked himself, the red precum oozing steadily now, coating him in streaks. The thing in Pelle's body clapped his hands in delight, and Hillie, overcome by the thick stench the demon swirled around the three of them, unbuttoned her blouse, letting her heavy breasts out to rub the swollen and achy nipples.<br/><br/>"Is this what you've come for?"<br/><br/>Hillie sobbed and shook her head, crossing her legs to stem the deep ache between her thighs. She was too late.