The boy watched the adults fall apart. The innocent Pelle, always kept around the surface of the joint creature they'd become, was fascinated by how it all unfolded. He was impressed by Father Daniel's penis, which was larger than his own when not boosted by the demon. He thought it looked commanding, even if it was dwarfed by the limb that Hillie had tasted. He thought it looked like Daniel was fighting something that would inevitably make him feel good. Why were these two grown people always opposing something they wanted?<br/><br/>The boy was the same, though, afflicted with the sin of hypocrisy that he shared with Heaven itself. Because he'd known to restrain from the lusts the demon had held up to his inner eye. He'd known it was wrong to have at his aunt. Green eyes, clean, stretched wide when he saw Marie's gorgeous breasts, and the manner in which she offered them up, like she was dying to give them to him. His boy mouth watered. He wanted a taste, and she smelled so good in here, mixed up with Daniel's intimate sweat and the hard, yellowed paper balls strewn on the floor.<br/><br/>As much as the woman protested with her words, her body was already following a primal rhythm in its inclines to and fro, which made it her look like a flower caught in two small breezes, showing off her petal for him. Pelle didn't know how he found himself on his knees before her, but when her lovely hills, tipped in such daunting buds were right in his face, he embraced her waist and sucked. He groaned when they produced something salty, and looked up at Hillie's face, gratefully, when he suckled faster and harder.<br/><br/>Daniel hurried too, falling once, badly, which gave him pain in the hand he caught himself with. He stood up soon, and crawled over, pants indignantly around his ankles still, held there by his shoes. With shame in his sobs, Daniel still tugged at the boy's fliers until he could pull that superior cock out, crying at the beauty of it, even if it had a vulgar, dark design compared to his own smoothness. He prayed for will, but bowing low and holding on to the demonic flesh, it only looked like he was saying holy words into a sinful object.<br/><br/>Pelle's other hand grabbed her other breast and squeezed, until there was blood down his wrist and forearm from the crimson lactation, while his mouth was thoroughly courting her nipple, and milking it for this tongue. His eyes rolled in their frame of youthful, large lashes, when the flavor made him feel like he was tasting fruits of The Savage Garden. His hips on occasion tried to pull his giant cock free of Daniel's attention, but the priest, who was stronger than the boy when he demon saw it fit to be so, held on to the shaft, which caused Pelle enough pain to make him stop, so the lips that had spoken sermons on Sundays could continue its sacrifice to the dirty phallus.<br/><br/>Soon the green eyes rolled back into position, and he pleaded with them, up at his favorite family member. "Aunt Hillie." he begged, the blood form her tit spilling off his tongue and making thin, red fangs down the corner of his mouth and tip of his chin. "Why can't you help me? I think I'm loosing my soul." he begged as the sound of his own cock being sucked, and Daniel touching himself were in the air among clouds of their humid hormones.<br/><br/>"You're both useless." black eyes, irises swimming with long bodies, scales. "He came to you for guidance, and all you want to do is ravage him, or have him take the both of you." Demon's voice, low but silver clear, like the hum at the tail of thunder, like a dry rock-slide. "In the end he's just a slab of meat to you. And your'e not even sorry, are you?" he demanded. Father Daniel whimpered around the log of a cock when he came thick, half coagulated blood on Hillie's shoes, but refusing to stop jerking himself, or letting go with his mouth. "Just tell me to fuck you and I will." The demon added.<br/><br/>"Auntie!" Pelle's voice returned, hand desperate on her breast when her blood milk continued to pour out his mouth, like there was an ocean of it in his belly and lungs already. "Help me! My mom! When you left we did bad things. She's mad! I couldn't stop and now she wants me to make my own siblings, she said!" tears in his green eyes. "Don't make me!"<br/><br/>But she'd want to, with his seductive suckling and touches, and her body burning like arson for her morals.