How did something so sordid, something her conscious mind railed against so vehemently, feel so good? As Pelle's mouth engulfed her burning, needy bud she cried out with shameful ecstasy, her back arching and pressing her flesh deeper into his mouth. Father Daniel, the acid tongued, harsh worded priest, who so easily condemned the sins of the flesh from his pulpit, crawled along the floor whimpering for the boys flesh and moaned as he lay half under her chair and legs to suckle on the massive cock which hung low under it's own weight. The lashing tongue now licking and tasting his parishioner flesh. And so there they were, three adults, one still seeing himself as a youngster, joined by a demon which toyed with them even as it tore them apart, a little at a time.  Pelle's heated mouth licking and suckling, along with his hand on the other breast had caused an unholy lactation and Sister Hildegard cried out with both the horror as well as the intense pleasure the demon had summoned. She saw Pelle's eyes and then the demons, she heard greedy slurping sounds from Pelle and from Daniel who had put enough of the phallus in this throat to choke around even as he tugged and harshly masturbated his own, redsmeared one. And Hillie cried out as her body released, feeling the hot gush between her ruby thighs, her hands clenched in Pelle's hair, as he told her about Sylvia's fucking of her own son, her only child.  The demon sent them all a memory of Sylvia's rapture as her son hilted himself in her, his green eyes almost obliterated by pools of oily black.<br/><br/>Hillie felt herself slipping away, too tired to fight a foe this powerful...why fight when letting go was so easy, felt so good. Her sex throbbed with need, the previous release only having stoked the fire, Daniel had seemingly given up to fight the dark force which had invaded his soul and had begun to plead with Pelle to take him, he need to be filled, needed to be split, needed to be fucked.<br/><br/>... wasn't it just easier to give up? She herself felt an increasing hunger to be filled, but that was her last resistance, Sylvia's rapture notwithstanding, she weakly fought back, her face sweaty with exhaustion, and effort, her heart pounding from the blinding and overwhelming pleasure and need as her breasts were kneaded and teased by red hot desire.<br/><br/>She finally said "What do you want demon, tell me your true name."<br/><br/>She looked at the jet black oils of the creature and demanded, even as her mind screamed for release, " how do I send you back to your lord and master," through parched lips even though she wanted nothing more than to be touched everywhere. She wanted to give up, but found that harder to do than keeping up fighting that which was destroying her nephew and the town.<br/><br/>Even as she asked she knew the answer.