Night of the Sexorcist

--PROLOGUE--

Steve stumbled through his front door, his head buzzing and giddy. The gorgeous woman followed, smiling brilliantly. She grabbed hold of him roughly and kissed him hard, her long tongue pushing deep into his mouth. Steve felt her hard breasts pressed against his chest and reached round to gently caress the curves of her ass. She grunted in disapproval and he was about to let go when she slammed her hand over his, pushing his fingers deeper into her soft but firm flesh, encouraging him to grope her harder. He obliged her.

Steve couldn't believe his luck. Everyone in the bar had been staring at this girl, everyone had wanted to take her home, even the staff. Fuck knows why she chose him, but he wasn't going to question it. His hand on her ass slipped under the hem of her short, tight dress to feel the soft flesh beneath.

She finally broke off the kiss and Steve gasped for air. He hadn't even realised he'd been suffocating. The sweet taste of her lips lingered on his tongue as he stared into her dark eyes.

"Bed," she said simply, with a voice like melted butter. Steve nodded eagerly and led the way. He didn't even know her name, but it didn't seem important to ask. She might as well be Aphrodite as far as he was concerned.

He staggered into the bedroom and turned to face her. She had her usual wide smile as she met his eyes.

"Off," she said impatiently, indicating his clothes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Steve began hastily tearing off his shirt and trousers, in not remotely the sexy, dignified way he intended. The woman simply stood and watched with a smile as he struggled. He eventually battled his way down to just his boxers, but seeing her raised eyebrow, pulled them off too, revealing his already hard cock.

The woman smiled approvingly as she looked him up and down. She reached her hands up to her shoulders and pulled on the straps of her short dress. Despite it being skin tight moments before, it slipped off her body like water and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

Steve was stunned as he looked at the woman's perfect body with his jaw on the floor. Tight curves from top to bottom with perky tits pointing straight at him. A tidy triangle of hair sat above her neat pussy lips, pointing down at her entrance like an arrow. Every inch of her was flawless, as if a Greek statue had come to life.

Steve was still trying to take it all in when she stepped forward and pushed him down onto the bed. She followed, moving gracefully and smoothly, almost like a ghost as she mounted him, and suddenly his cock was inside her.

Steve let out a deep, guttural moan as the woman ground her hips against his. Her pussy swallowed his whole cock and seemed to want more, sucking him in further. She engulfed him in her arms, squeezing his body against hers, pressing his face into her chest. It was all Steve could do to moan in pleasure as she fucked him. Her long fingernails dug into his flesh as she clung to him.

He felt like he was being ridden to heaven. The walls of her pussy squeezed his cock tightly, as if they were milking him, and she moaned luxuriously in his ear. Steve took some pride in his abilities as a lover, but had lost all control tonight. He could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly and was helpless to suppress it. He pulled his face back from between her perfect tits and stared into her pitch black eyes. Her long, forked tongue slipped out from between her wide grin of pointed teeth to lick his face as he panted. He grabbed a hold of her horns to brace himself to cum inside her.

Horns?

He looked in sudden horror at the creature riding him. No less beautiful than before, but infinitely more terrifying. She laughed with cruel glee at the look in his face. He tried to pull away from her, but a sharp pain at the base of his cock stopped him. Her pussy held tight onto his throbbing member, pulling him in deeper.

He screamed as the creature kept riding him until he came inside her, draining his balls into her womb.

"Mmmm... how many more of those do you have in you I wonder?" The succubus purred.

Steve's last night on earth had only just begun.

--CHAPTER ONE--

Grace held her breath as she read the report. She'd spent the last few months dealing with petty shit. House elves, a few disgruntled spirits, the occasional haunting. Those jobs paid the bills, but this, this was something real. This was her calling.

A Demon.

Grace had dealt with demons before. They were certainly the most deadly threat anyone in her field was likely to encounter, and even amongst exorcists most people would avoid taking one on alone. But Grace wasn't most people.

Legend had it that angel blood ran deep in her family, and every few generations a child was blessed with power. Those that walked in shadow knew of this power, and hunted her family for it. Grace had been hunted her whole life, ever since she was a child. But she survived, grew strong. She started fighting back when she was still a teenager. She was only 23 now, but already had almost 10 years experience as an exorcist.

It had been months since she'd last received a report of a demon. A few years ago she could barely make it to the supermarket and back without having to slay or exorcise one beast or another, but they slowly learned to fear her. Their attacks on her slowed and eventually stopped altogether, and for the last year every demon in the city had seemed to be in hiding.

The report in her hand told of violence and death, an attack in a nearby church. It made for pretty distressing reading, but deep down Grace couldn't deny a twang of excitement. Fighting demons was what she lived for, and she would get revenge for those poor people.

All thoughts of other plans were gone. Sebastien was her contact at the exorcist's association. He was a deacon at a small church in the city and took a special interest in collecting reports of supernatural sightings and passing them to the small community of trained exorcists in the area. He knew that Grace was the only one qualified to take down a demon. He also knew to cancel all her other appointments until this was done.

She didn't even wave him off as he left her apartment, and he knew better than to be offended. She was already getting ready.

Grace re-tied her braid, making sure it was tight and battle-ready. Demons came in many forms and when she didn't know what she was up against, speed and versatility were her primary strengths.

She buckled in her breasts under her most powerful bra. The blood that gave her unnatural strength and speed hadn't thought to avoid giving her a full and heavy pair of tits, and she had to make sure they didn't slow her down. She threw on a vest that clung to her like a second skin then pulled on her mini skirt.

She always used to fight in leggings or trousers, until one night when she was off duty she'd dressed up to go out and a hobgoblin jumped her outside a nightclub. Her evening was undoubtedly ruined, but she did find out that the sexy little skirt she was wearing afforded her far more maneuverability than she was used to, and she'd been fighting in a miniskirt ever since.

She'd put on a little thong that morning and didn't bother to change it. Demons usually didn't bother to look at your ass when you were kicking theirs. A padded leather jacket and thick knee-high socks were all she put on for protection - they were enough to prevent most cuts and bruises if she got into a scrape. Normally she liked stomping about in her heavy leather boots, but she could move faster in her canvas ones, so chose those instead.

Grace checked her backpack and satchel. Her backpack contained everything an exorcist needed. It contained weapons of silver, iron and wood which were effective against most supernatural foes, but useless against demons. Her books of notes and incantations, key-ring of holy symbols and charms and blessed water were her weapons against the damned, and she moved these to her satchel for easy access.

The church where the massacre had occurred was across town, and Grace walked. The attack had happened early that morning and the demon was unlikely to make another move for at least a day; it would be feasting on the fear and suffering it had caused, so there was no urgent rush.

It was late afternoon and the winter air was brisk. Grace's breath misted in front of her as she strode through the streets. She didn't really feel the cold like most people and used the walk to warm up her muscles for what was to come.

There was police tape around the entrances to the church, but very few officers. As was often the case, a demon's presence had a confusing effect on mortals, leading the police to barely take an interest, despite the seriousness of the crime. It didn't matter, they would be of no help anyway, and it made Grace's job of infiltrating the church much easier. She ducked under the tape around an abandoned side entrance and slipped inside.

Grace thought lots of churches had an eerie feel to them, but the dark energy of this one hit her like a cloud of miasma as soon as she entered. Grace was one of the best educated demon hunters in the country, but she didn't need any of that to sense the dark and unnatural presence inside the old building with her. She crept down the side passage which opened out into the nave of the church.

The room was empty and she took cautious steps amongst the pews, looking for signs. The area was mainly undisturbed but the dark presence felt stronger. The air felt thick, like she was walking through fog. Flickering candles lined the walls and hung from the heavy stone pillars, which gave the room a dull illumination and made the shadows dance around her.

Grace realised she was holding her breath, and crouching down as she hid amongst the pews and pillars. She shook herself and took a slow, deep breath, then stood up tall to survey the room. To look for her prey. She was not the one who should be afraid. To hunt down the darkness and destroy it was her purpose.

She walked down the aisle towards the altar. Here the pews and chairs had been knocked askew and onto the floor. Deep fresh claw marks showed up brightly in the wood. This is where the demon had first appeared, but it looked like its victims had fled, there was no blood or signs of violence, just the knocking of furniture as people began to flee.

Grace took her time at the altar, making sure it hadn't been corrupted by the intruder and putting her own charms in place, just in case. The altar area was minimalist for a Catholic church, it wasn't even carpeted. There were a few more lit candles burning and some wooden chairs and other pieces of furniture. The altar cloth had been torn off and thrown aside, leaving the stone bare.

She left her backpack here, sticking with the tools in her satchel in case she needed to move fast. All the while she could sense the dark presence coming from the chancery to the side, like a shadow in the corner of her eye. All signs indicated the priest had fled that way, and judging by the types of demon that could make claw marks that size, she doubted he made it much further.

The powerful sense of fear returned as Grace approached the door, forcing herself to take each creeping step. Finally she nudged it open with bated breath. The corridor showed her the first body. An elderly man in a suit with four deep claw-marks up his back. He'd been left where he fell. The demon had attacked before mass started and this was probably one of the helpers setting things up.

Grace's anger began to overpower her fear and she pressed on past the fallen man. The door at the end of the corridor was smashed, and beyond it was pure carnage. Three more bodies in various states of dismemberment decorated the room. The priest was amongst them, along with another man and a woman. This was the room in which the priest would normally get ready before mass, but now the furnishings were destroyed and the vestments were covered in his blood.

Grace bolstered herself, gritting her teeth and trying to ignore the horrors of the room. She had a job to do. The demon would be in here somewhere, feeding on the lingering aura of pain and suffering it had caused. She just needed to reveal it.

Grace muttered a few words of power and produced a piece of chalk. She bent down to begin the chalk circle for the revealing spell, but froze when something in the room moved.

Out from the wreckage of one of the closets the demon stepped forth, shedding his own camouflage. His glistening blood red skin wrapped enormous, bulging muscles that flexed as he moved. He stood at least eight feet tall, plus the horns which pointed up high and proud, sharp as daggers. His black eyes were fixed on Grace as he stalked across the room with enormous strides, closing the distance shockingly fast. Grace's eyes were locked on the demonic symbol emblazoned onto his chest.

A warrior demon.

The most violent and dangerous of their kind. Every inch of his body was a lethal weapon. No human could hope to fight such a beast, even with the strength of angels. Grace didn't have time to consider why it had revealed itself willingly, or why it had materialized on earth at all.

She screamed as the demon's muscles tensed to pounce, and she ran. There was a crash behind her as she stumbled through the broken doorway and sprinted down the corridor past the poor fallen man. She didn't need to look back to know the demon was giving chase, the sound of his claws on the stone floor and walls was more than enough, as well as the feeling of dread, getting closer.

Grace flew out of the corridor, back into the church and headed for the altar, desperate to put something between herself and her pursuer. She felt claws grasped for her flailing braid of hair as she took the last few steps to the altar.

Where her chalk circle waited.

Demons are generally about as smart as humans. Which is to say, often not all that smart. Warrior demons, while terrifying and deadly, tended to be on the duller side when it came to thinking. Grace stopped just past the altar and turned to face her would-be doom, a smile on her face, her trickery revelaed. The demon snarled as it noticed the trap far too late. His outstretched claws, inches from Grace's delicate skin, froze in place as heavy golden chains shot up from the chalk circle and shackled all four of his limbs. The demon roared in rage and thrashed against his magical bondage to no avail as the chains slowly began to retreat into the earth, pulling him down with them until he was forced into his back behind the altar, his limbs spread eagled against the stone floor.

Grace chuckled. She had been looking forward to the fight, but it was always nice when it was easy. Warrior demons were easy to bait, and while their physical strength was unsurpassed, they had no defense against magic.

Besides, the demon wasn't banished yet, and the fun part was still to come.

There were a few ways to banish a demon, depending on the type you were dealing with. Warrior demons could be destroyed, but by far the best way to banish one was to fuck him. Warrior demons were the embodiment of rage, hatred and violence, and love was the effective counter that would break his ties with the physical world. Of course fucking was not the same as love, but apparently demons didn't know the difference.

"Just one problem to overcome..." Grace muttered as she placed her boot on the demon's Ken-doll crotch, making him gnash his formidable teeth at her.

Grace stood over the demon's hips and read from her notebook, finding the words of power and channeling the magic through the satanic symbol of the Incubi she kept on her key-ring of charms. Before her eyes, an enormous rock hard cock folded itself out of the demon's flesh. The demon roared and thrashed as he felt his new appendage appear.

"That's a lot bigger than I planned..." Grace said, casting her eyes from her notes to the girthy cock pointing up at her. It was well over a foot long. She'd cast out warrior demons twice before using this method and had never made this mistake.

Aside from the inhuman proportions, the cock looked similar to a human's, with the exception of its bright red colour that matched the rest of the demon's skin. She hadn't bothered to give the demon balls. Demons didn't have semen of their own in any case, so they would only have been aesthetic.

"We'll just have to make do," she said with a twinkle in her eye. The demon made a noise that she couldn't identify in response. Warrior demons were theoretically capable of human speech but didn't seem interested in using it. Fortunately Grace was equally uninterested in anything he had to say.

She made some adjustments to the chalk circle binding the demon as he wriggled in the centre, his unfamiliar cock making him uncomfortable. Grace finished her work adapting the circle to function as a banishing spell as well as a binding spell, then, after a final check, prepared to end the demon.

"Don't act so glum," she teased as she straddled his hips, "you'll be back home soon," the demon only growled in response, watching her carefully. She hitched her tiny skirt up a little, revealing the tiny thong between her legs, and gave her pussy a gentle rub through the thin fabric.

There was no point trying any foreplay with a demon, besides, overpowering and binding a monster twice her size turned her on no end. On top of that, while the humungous cock was not her first choice, it was intriguing. So when Grace pulled her thong to the side her sweet pussy lips were already glistening wet. She took hold of the beast's monstrous cock and pressed the shaft between her legs as she ground her pussy against him, lubricating his length with her juices. The demon let out a low growl as she rubbed her wetness up and down, then positioned herself above his tip.

This cock was far larger than anything Grace had attempted to put inside herself before, but demon bodies were not like human bodies. She'd found that the normal rules of size and shape don't tend to apply, and was pretty confident that the cock would go in, with a little effort.

The demon growled loudly as Grace lowered herself down. His tip pressed against her entrance, which held out for a moment then stretched around the bulbous cockhead. Grace gasped in shock at the sensation, and the demon, who didn't seem to know if he wanted more or less of Grace's tight little pussy, thrashed against his restraints.

Grace waited a moment to get used to the feeling. Eventually the demon calmed himself, and little by little, Grace eased more of the enormous cock into her pussy. The demon let out a long, low growl as he felt her wet hole swallow inch after inch. Grace only got about half way down the giant cock before she felt the solid tip touching her cervix. She could feel every inch of her vagina being stretched and she hardly dared to move. The demon finally decided that it was more pussy that he wanted, and his hips bucked up into her.

Grace cried out as the demon started fucking her stretched little pussy.

"Oh fuck!" Both the other warrior demons had ended up fucking her too, but never so willingly as this. "This pussy worth... uhhhgh... getting banished for eh?" she managed to say between gasps. He only growled in response and slammed her pussy with an extra hard thrust, sending a shockwave through her cervix and throwing her down onto his chest.

"Oh no you don't," she said, gently caressing his face as he tried to bite at her fingers, "this is my game." Grace lifted her pussy up until the demon had to thrust his hips as far up as he could just to keep the tip inside her.

"That all you got?" She teased. He thrashed and stretched his body, trying to thrust deeper into her but she simply lifted her own hips further, denying him the depth he craved. Grace laughed and twerked her ass, teasing the tip of his cock still lodged inside her.

"You're mine," she said as he growled and submitted, "now be a good boy... mmmm..." she started riding his cock again, and the noises of her pleasure interrupted her words, "and go back to hell!"

Now that she was in control of the speed and depth of the fucking, she could really start to enjoy herself. He filled every inch of her and she ground her hips back and forth, letting his enormous cock stimulate her deepest and most sensitive spots. Like most demons, the warriors couldn't cum, but Grace cumming on his cock would complete the banishment ritual, and she was getting closer by the second.

Her breath started coming in heated gasps. The demon was feeling it too and went back to tugging on his restraints and thrusting into her tight, desperate pussy, not quite so hard as before. Grace felt like her body was on fire. She tore off her leather jacket and threw it to the side, then collapsed forward onto the demon's chest, her hips bouncing on his cock.

"Oh fuck! Here it comes," she said more to herself than him. He began to chuckle. It was odd that he would chuckle in the moments before being banished back to hell, but Grace's brain was beginning to fog as she lost herself in the pleasure of his giant cock stretching her pussy to its limits.

She buried her face in the incubus symbol on the warrior 's chest and let out a long, wailing moan of pleasure as the warmth between her legs spread throughout her whole body.

The incubus symbol?

Oh no no no...

She lurched up in sudden, horrific realization, and watched as the figure beneath her shimmered and changed. The bulging muscles shrank down to a slender but well toned chest and arms. The glistening blood red skin darkened into a reddish brown and the monstrous beasts-like face softened into that of a terrifying yet startlingly handsome man. The giant bull horns withdrew and curled into smaller Ram's horns.

An Incubus. Disguised by some spell.

A couple of facts about Incubi swirled round Grace's muddled head as the demon kept fucking her tight, horny pussy.

Golden binding chains have no effect on an incubus. A point clearly demonstrated a moment later as the laughing sex demon reached up to grab her by the throat and hair, shattering the golden chains like nothing.

It is a very, very bad idea to cum on an incubus's cock. It was also, tragically, too late. The demon held her in place with his powerful hands and fucked her hard and deep with his giant cock. Grace's horrified face began to scrunch up with pleasure and her body shook violently in the Incubus's grasp as her orgasm hit, sealing her doom.

--CHAPTER TWO--

Grace's vision turned off as she came unbelievably hard. She spasmed and convulsed for what seemed like forever as the pleasure from inside her pussy spread across her whole body and crashed into her brain. Finally she melted like a puddle and the strong hands holding her released. She collapsed in a slump, her breath stuttering as she twitched on the floor.

"Good. Very good," a man's voice echoed around the wide open room. "You did much better than expected."

How...?

Grace knew she was in trouble. The incubus couldn't have cast that disguise himself, so he had to have help. This was a coordinated trap especially made for her, only a...

"Get up" the voice commanded. Grace's body obeyed even before her mind resolved to disobey.

"Hahaha, yes very good. The demon laughed. "You are powerful, girl, but no longer powerful enough to resist me. Cumming on a warrior's cock may banish it, but cumming on an incubus's cock... well... that puts you entirely under his control." The tall demon leaned in close and took a deep breath of her scent: fear, sweat and arousal. "Of course, you knew that already."

"You rat bastard," Grace spat, "I'm going to... uuuunggh!" her voice cut off as the incubus pushed two long, slender fingers into her mouth, making her choke and gag.

"You can call me Morlock, and what you are going to do..." the demon said calmly, as he finger fucked her throat, "is exactly what I say." Grace gurgled a noise of defiance past his sloppy fingers as he violated her mouth. He huffed dismissively.

"You can no longer hope to stop what's coming, so you may as well... enjoy this." Despite her revulsion, on hearing his words Grace's body filled with warmth. Morlock pulled his fingers from Grace's mouth and took a step back to look at her. She spat the taste of his unholy digits out onto the floor, but a part of her craved to have him back close to her, to have more of him in her mouth.

He looked her up and down, admiring her outfit, and what lay beneath. She reluctantly did the same to him. He was naked, as before, and now wore the form of a strong but slender man. His face was angular and sharp, and handsome in a twisted kind of way. Curls of thick dark hair sat atop his head and above his cock, which had changed colour to match his darker skin tone but was still as huge as before.

"I want to thank you for that spell you cast," he said with amusement as he felt the enhanced length of his cock, "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with this thing!"

Grace scoffed. She'd never met an incubus before. They were known to be amongst the most cunning of demon kind, and fearsome tricksters. They also had, as she could now observe, a pair of balls below their cocks, although they were shrivelled and empty, as demons could not create their own semen.

"Take that bra off, it is doing you no favours," the demon said disapprovingly. Grace's arms moved to obey, unclipping it and pulling it out from under her tight little vest. She let it fall to the floor then massaged her breasts, which despite everything, felt good to be free. Her nipples betrayed her in front of the demon and hardened, poking clearly out and visible through her vest.

"You're on borrowed time demon," Grace said defiantly, "your hold over me won't last and as soon as I'm free..." Morlock rolled his eyes as she spoke and cut her off.

"Take those panties off." He commanded. Grace's brain went foggy again as she obeyed, breaking her train of thought. "Give them to me." His voice was calm but forceful, and it was impossible to deny. Grace held out the damp little thong she'd taken from between her legs. The demon took it and hung it on the base of his enormous cock, which had remained rock hard this whole time.

"Now retrieve it," he ordered, then held out a finger to halt her as she reached for it, "with your lips."

Grace's eyes widened with anger as she dropped to her knees. Morlock grinned at her as she opened her mouth and began sucking on the end of his cock. His demon cock tasted like ash and felt strange in her mouth. His skin was cool and his length was unnaturally hard. It almost felt more like a giant dildo than a real penis, but the way it shifted and moved between her lips was undeniably alive.

His girth seemed to swell even larger inside her mouth, filling it immediately, and she was barely past the head. Her brow furred with concern as her body tried to obey Morlock's seemingly impossible command. She swallowed more and more of his cock until she began to splutter and choke. Her throat screamed in protest and she heaved his cock out of her mouth and gasped for air. A sticky mess of saliva covered her face and dripped heavily onto her vest. She was allowed a few deep breaths before her compulsion to obey took over and she went back to deepthroating the demon's enormous cock, trying her best to reach the base.

"You're going to cum over and over for me," the demon taunted as she sucked him hard and deep, "you're going to become my mindless sex slave, and what's more, you're going to love every second of it." Grace made a noise of protest but kept taking his cock deeper until her body reacted again and forced her to involuntarily pull off of his cock and gasp for air. She saw with a sunken heart that despite her very best efforts, the wet marks left by her lips barely reached past half way down his enormous length.

"You don't get to stop until you reach those panties," Morlock said reprimandingly. Grace's lips parted to take his enormous cock inside once again.

"Please..." she got out before she started gagging herself on his cock once again.

"Please what?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

Please let me go,

Please stop this,

"Please help me" her lips said, taking his cock out her mouth just long enough to speak.

Morlock lifted her chin to meet her amber eyes with his pitch black ones.

"My my, begging already?"

"I can't... mmmphf... I can't do it without... ungck.... your help," she said between great mouthfuls of his massive cock.

"Well, if it's what you want..." the demon said innocently. Grace nodded, and the demon placed both his huge hands on either side of her head, instantly taking total control of her.

What have I done? Grace barely had time to consider her mistakes before the demon pulled her head inexorably forward. She gagged as his bulbous tip reached the back of her throat but there was no escape this time as Morlock's hands pulled her deeper onto his endless cock.

Grace tried to make a noise but couldn't as the enormous member began to travel down her throat. It was far too large to fit, but the demon's magical body usually found a way to fit where it wanted to, and Grace's holy flesh was far more resilient than a normal human's. She just had to hope that she was strong enough.

Grace felt her throat bulge as the cock inched deeper into her. She began to panic internally as it travelled deeper and deeper inside her, filling her throat and entering her chest, but the charm she was under prevented her from struggling. Her already foggy mind began to cloud over as her body fought desperately for more oxygen.

Finally Grace felt her face press against the cool flesh of Morlock's stomach. She had barely enough presence of mind to remember to close her lips around the base of his cock, and felt the tiny fabric of her thong there. Morlock chuckled in satisfaction as he held her in place and felt her throat twitch and spasm around his unholy invasion, then, seeing her on the brink of passing out, released her head and pushed her back.

Grace collapsed into the floor, breathing in long raspy gasps as she coughed and spluttered. The thong fell from her mouth and the demon watched her in satisfaction as she shivered on the floor and massaged her sore, swollen throat.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you," the demon said as he watched her. He licked his lips with his long, forked tongue as she looked up at him.

"Stand up," she obeyed, with a little difficulty, "take it all off," he ordered her again and again she obeyed, removing her shoes then stripping off her vest, skirt and tall socks, leaving her naked and on display for the cruel demon.

He chuckled as he towered over her. His massive hands gently caressed the curves of her chest and ass, enjoying the shape and firmness of her soft but strong body.

"What would you like next my little pet?"

"I want to know..." she began to reply.

I want to know how to destroy you.

I want to know how long is left on the charm you have me under.

"I want to know what that tongue can do," she said, surprising herself.

The demon laughed heartily, showing off his tongue. It was long and flat and tipped with a short fork of two broad little spikes.

"Very well," he tilted her head back and lowered his mouth to hers. Their lips didn't touch, but he snaked his long tongue into her mouth. Grace was revulsed at the violation of her mouth by yet another of his body parts, but she was betrayed by the wetness between her legs that craved more of him.

The demon's tongue wrapped around her own, binding it in a tight coil and pulling it out of her mouth, letting him suck on it. His lips tasted bitter, but as soon as they were gone she wanted more.

Instead he arched her back, sticking her chest out and up towards him and coiled his tongue around her nearest nipple. Grace let out a moan as his wet tongue began to tug on her sensitive bud. She wanted to tell him to stop.

"Oh fuck yes, more!" Were the words that came out instead, and he obliged. His tongue pulled her nipple into his mouth so he could suck and nibble it. Grace found herself moaning more, and louder, as the pleasure rippled through her.

"Enough foreplay!" The demon said suddenly, pushing her back. His black eyes were inscrutable, but his intention was clear. Grace desperately tried to clear her mind and regain control of her body. Her pack of tools was nearby, she would only need a moment to retrieve it and she was sure she could banish the incubus.

If only I could remember how...

The demon lifted her up as if she was made of paper, and set her down on the altar on all fours.

Incubi can't cast illusions; he must have had help from a succubus...

Morlock spread her legs and pushed her torso down onto the altar. Grace's nipples grazed the rough cold stone as she rested her face against the uncomfortable surface.

He showed himself before I got to cast the revealing spell...

Grace's concentration shattered as Morlock's giant demon cock slammed into her pussy. Previously she had eased herself onto the top half and couldn't take any more. The demon didn't have the same concern for her insides and stuffed more and more of his cock inside her as he fucked her hard and fast. Grace felt her insides stretching to try and keep up with him.

More potent than the sensation of her insides being scrambled was her need for more. Her hips started instinctively pushing back to meet his thrusts, the shockwaves of pain turning to pleasure as they rippled up and down her body. The cold stone of the altar tickled her nipples as her body shook back and forth under his dominant thrusting.

Suddenly Grace felt the skin of the demon's stomach and thighs slap against her ass.

I did it. I got the whole thing in.

Twice now.

Grace wasn't sure if the twisted sense of pride came from her or from the charm she was under, but she enjoyed it either way. The demon stopped his relentless thrusting for a moment to let the two of them savor the feeling of each other. Grace felt more filled than ever before. No real cock could fill her like this, only one with the magical properties of a demon could be so large but somehow fit anyway, in defiance of science and possibility.

She began moving her hips, grinding her ass against the demon. Her body let out a long, low moan as his cock moved inside her, stretching and stimulating every fibre of her pussy.

"That's right, fuck yourself on my cock," the demon cooed as he felt her move. Grace's body responded, pumping her ass back harder, using his cock for her pleasure. Red hot sensation flooded her body as she fucked the demon. He kept his hips still, letting her prove her willingness by doing all the work.

"Tell me how it feels!"

"It feels fucking amazing!" Grace replied without thinking. "It feels like I was born to fuck this cock!"

That's not true. I was born to slay this demon and all others like him.

Grace cried out in pleasure, her body overpowering her mind, she bounced her ass back frantically, seeking the orgasm that was rapidly rising from deep within her.

Suddenly the pleasure slowed, and the fog in her brain cleared a little. Grace realised her hips had stopped moving on their own, and she'd stopped riding the demon's cock. She tentatively told her hips to move and they obeyed her, she was back in control.

I'm free!

As soon as she moved her hips the pleasure returned, washing over her steaming hot body.

I can get away! I can slay the demon I can... I can...

Grace was no longer charmed, but her body still had its natural urges, and she had practically reached the point of no return.

Oh fuck, I need to cum.

Grace's hips kept moving, twerking her ass for the demon as she brought herself to the brink. She tried to force herself to stop, but her body disobeyed her, no longer charmed, just unbelievably horny.

"Oh no... oh fuck fuck FUCK..." Grace screamed out loud and came again. Her pussy walls clamped down and convulsed around the long cock that was magically filling her insides. She could hear the demon's laughter echoing throughout the church before her own cries of passion drowned him out.

Her orgasm finally began to subside and her helpless, spasming body stopped twitching. Just then the demon lunged forward with his hands, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up. One hand wrapped around her hips and plunged between her legs to settle just one slender finger on her clit, which sent a sharp stab of pleasurable sensation through her body. The demon started fucking her again, harder and faster than before, and with the added pressure on her clit Grace came again instantly. The demon raised his hips, lifting her shaking body into the air, speared on his dick. He watched her limbs flail about helplessly as her second orgasm overwhelmed her senses.

Morlock let go of Grace's hair and she slumped down. For a moment she hung limp, suspended in the air by only Morlock's long cock buried deep inside her, but then her dripping wet pussy slipped off his length as she crashed onto the hard church floor.

The familiar fog descended onto Grace's mind. In her last few moments of clarity she realised she had been given one chance to break free and she'd wasted it, choosing cock over freedom. Morlock descended on her, his permanently hard cock aimed straight back for her sore, stretched, pussy.

My wet, hungry pussy.

All sense of time and reason left Grace as the demon fucked her relentlessly. He fucked her on the church floor, he fucked her against the altar, he fucked her on the pews. He fucked her in the pussy and the mouth and the asshole. He made her put holy objects in profane places and made her debase herself on his cock. All the while she begged him for more, thanked him for his treatment of her and willingly accepted everything he wanted her to do. She wasn't counting her orgasms but she would have lost count if she had tried.

Deep down past the charm he had on her she knew this was wrong, blasphemous and profane. But even deeper down, in a place she would never admit she had, she loved it. As one of the demons she'd been fighting her whole life finally defeated her, and used her body as a fuck toy, turning her into a mindless sex slave, she finally felt free. The pressures of her life finally lifted and she let herself cum over and over and over, free from responsibility and doubt.

"Tell me who you serve!" Morlock shouted over her orgasmic cries

"I serve Morlock the demon!" She cried. Saying his name triggered another orgasm that crashed against her shivering body.

"Who owns you!?"

"Morlock owns my mind and my body and my heart!" She cried willingly through tears as she desperately rode his cock, no longer able to tell where one orgasm ended and the next began

I think I can live like this...

--CHAPTER THREE

Grace didn't register as night fell, and yet more hours passed in a state of orgasmic bliss. Finally she felt the demon withdraw from her, leaving her to collapse in a heap. She slowly returned to her senses and pulled herself to her knees. She was battered and bruised after a full evening of being slammed against hard surfaces, but her holy body was resilient and she had been through worse. The sore feeling in every one of her holes was another matter, but the pain only reminded her of her demon master's presence there and she relished it. The ground beneath her was wet, and she saw the mess of pussy juices that she'd left over a large portion of the church. Looking at it made her suddenly realise how dehydrated she was, but again, she'd been through worse.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," Morlock said suddenly. His charm on her was weakened as his attention turned elsewhere, but she was still powerless to resist his words. Not that she was trying anymore. She picked up a discarded crucifix that Morlock had used as a dildo on her earlier, and gently pushed the long end inside her pussy. Remaining on her knees, she began fucking herself and playing with her sore, swollen nipples. Seeing her moaning gently to herself, Morlock smiled in satisfaction and stepped away from the altar to meet a visitor.

He approached the side door through which Grace had first entered in what felt like another lifetime. Through the door emerged another demon, with the body of a winged woman. She was naked and her violet skin shimmered as she moved. Morlock took her hand and Grace watched with concern as the two of them conversed quietly. They walked slowly back down the aisle towards her, and Morlock showed Grace to the succubus.

She was, like Morlock, beautiful and terrible at the same time. Her breasts and hips were generously proportioned but she moved like her body was made of porcelain, flawless, light and firm. She smiled politely as demons do, but couldn't help scoffing a little as she watched Grace violating herself with a crucifix. Grace suddenly felt self conscious, as she surely was looking weak and dishevelled in comparison to this demon's perfect body.

"Pitiful creature," the succubus said as she watched Grace whimpering in pleasure.

This is wrong, she should fear me.

"Hmm. I wouldn't be so sure my love," the incubus replied. "What I've put her through this evening, no normal mortal would have survived."

The two demons embraced and kissed deeply, their long tongues intertwining round each other. Grace felt a pang of jealousy as she watched Morlock enjoy another woman's body.

He's mine, not yours.

Just then another orgasm hit her as her pussy clamped down on the crucifix. She cried out in bliss as the feeling washed over her once again, even if it was lacking Morlock's touch, which has become the one thing she craved. The noise drew the attention of the two demons and the succubus caught Grace staring daggers at her.

The demon chuckled. Grace hoped her jealousy might be misinterpreted as general hatred for demons, but she underestimated how far gone she was.

"You've really got your claws into this one..." the Succubus said, taking a step closer to look at Grace's shameful face. Her orgasm had passed but she kept masturbating, changing her focus to her clit. She pinched and stroked the tender nub, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Morlock nodded, "I simply gave her what all humans desire. Freedom, from herself."

"Mmm," the succubus turned back to her demon partner, "and six hundred orgasms by the look of her"

The demons chuckled together this time "Come," he said and pulled her back close to him. They resumed their dirty kissing, and Grace's jealousy returned.

What is she doing here?

It begged another question, that Grace had not yet had a moment to stop and consider.

What am I doing here? Why set this elaborate trap if not to kill me?

As she watched the two demons tangle together, she saw something. Morlock's massive cock angled up and the tip slipped inside the succubus's perfect pussy. Then it began to pulsate. Grace watched in fascinated horror as his small shrivelled balls twitched, then began to swell.

They can't produce their own semen. Grace thought to herself. This is how they reproduce.

Morlock's cock continued to pulsate as he drained the semen stored in his partner's womb. Morlock began moaning in pleasure into her mouth as his balls filled with the cum she'd been harvesting. Grace realised despite all their fucking, she'd never once heard him moan in pleasure until now. The sound triggered something deep in her. She came again, splashing more of her juices onto the church floor.

Morlock's balls continued to swell, growing far larger than those of a man. Finally he pulled back from his partner with a grunt, two great heavy balls swinging pendulously beneath his huge erection. He rounded suddenly on Grace, who had laid down to start playing with her asshole, trying to spread out her orgasms between as many of her sensitive spots as possible. She'd just managed to push the crucifix into her tight rear entrance when she saw the way Morlock was looking at her and froze.

His demeanor had completely changed. His calm, cruel manner was gone along with his dignified posture. Now he leered at her, and everything about him was hungry.

"Should I stay?" the succubus asked, watching the fear on Grace's face with amusement.

"No," even Morlock's voice had changed, taking on a bestial, raspy quality. "Harvest more for me, my love. I'll need to breed her for at least a month to ensure we get the offspring we seek."

Oh fuck.

Grace had let this go on far too long. She even let herself enjoy it.

Offspring?

He wants to get me pregnant. To create a demon born of angelic blood?

Grace had no idea about the full implications of that. Hell, Morlock probably didn't know either, but Grace couldn't let him create such a being.

As he approached her and she found herself unable to move, she was reminded that she was unable to prevent him from doing anything. He scooped her up and dropped her onto the altar. She heard a raspy laugh as he saw the crucifix in her asshole. He pushed it the rest of the way in then climbed on top of her.

"My turn for a little fun," he said, and slammed his cock straight into her.

Has his cock grown bigger?!

Grace felt like she was being split in half and cried out as his swollen cock stretched her even further than ever before. He didn't hold back or slow down at all, just hungrily rutted into her like a beast until his whole length was buried inside her once again. His massive balls swung beneath him, slapping the crucifix sticking out of her ass every time he thrust. His massive hands squeezed her tender breasts and he bent down to lick at her neck and kiss her mouth.

Her whole body was flooded with sensation. She could do nothing but wail and cry as the demon dominated every fibre of her being, finally fucking her with passion and craving. His low, guttural moaning joined hers as the cum stored in his balls drove him wild.

The relentless slapping of the crucifix in her ass and the pounding of her pussy pushed Grace straight over the edge. She screamed as she came, harder than she ever had before. Her pussy clamped down, pulling Morlock's massive cock even deeper inside her, and her ass squeezed the cross so hard that it suddenly shot out and flew across the room, shattering against a stone pillar.

Morlock laughed, despite his delicate balls having narrowly avoided being hit by the projectile. Grace's pulsating pussy was too much for him and he roared, then fell forward and bit down on Grace's shoulder with his massive pointed teeth making her scream again. With one giant spasm his balls squeezed and shot their huge load of cum into Grace's pussy. She felt the warm liquid flood her insides, filling her pussy and spilling into her womb.

A great lug of cum splurged out of her as Morlock finally pulled his cock out. It was still streaming cum, which splashed over her legs and chest as he practically hosed her down.

The demon laughed quietly as he panted, looking at the mess he made. She didn't even know demons were capable of needing to catch their breath.

"Now get up."

The order came from Grace. Morlock's eyes widened in surprise at her tenacity, but then found himself standing next to the altar obediently.

"Fetch me my pack."

Morlock's surprise turned to annoyance, then rage as he found himself walking over to Grace's backpack and bringing it back to her. She climbed down off of the altar and began wiping the huge load of cum off her body even as it dripped out of her sore, overused pussy.

"What is this..." Morlock's voice had returned to normal, but now contained an element of confusion.

"Silence!" The demon's mouth snapped shut as Grace took her pack and found some cloths which she used to clean herself. She needed a towel frankly but she made do with what she had.

"You should know, demon, that you are bound by your own rules." The demon glowered at her but stayed silent as commanded. "I cum for you, I become your slave. You cum for me...?" She smiled as the look of understanding appeared on his face, alongside the rage. "And you're my slave."

"Of course an ordinary human wouldn't be able to leverage such power over a demon," she kept talking as she retrieved a piece of chalk and began work on another magical circle, this time correctly formed to trap an incubus. "But I'm no ordinary human." She said as she inspected her work for any errors. She wasn't about to risk his escape. The circle would hold him even once the magical effect of his orgasm wore off.

Concentrating enough to work her magic was a struggle for Grace's addled mind, but her head slowly began to clear as her magic circle contained the incubus's corrupting influence. Banishing an incubus was simple; killing its body with any act of violence would do the trick while he was inside the banishing circle.

"I don't know how I'm going to explain this to Junior..." she said as she retrieved a long iron dagger from her pack and unsheathed it. She rested a hand over her womb. He said he needed a month to breed her, but she considered where she was in her cycle and was pretty sure he'd done it already.

Morlock snarled. "I will be free from hell once again, whore! And when I am, I will come for you, and the child! You belong to me! You pledged yourself to me a hundred times tonight, such bonds cannot be so easily broken!"

He was probably right, that amount of demon sex magic was bound to have lasting consequences, as did swearing yourself to eternal servitude of an incubus, which she had done several times in the heat of passion.

Oh well, one step at a time.

"Thank you for a lovely evening," Grace said and plunged the dagger into Morlock's chest. He screamed an unholy shriek that echoed throughout the church hall, then his body exploded into ash. Banished back to hell.

Grace thought about waiting for the succubus to return, but she was exhausted. Besides, there were still four dead bodies in the church and she didn't want to get tangled in the police investigation. Of course she had left quite an extraordinary amount of DNA around the church altar, but even if the police picked up on that, did it really tie her to the crime? Probably not. Besides, she wasn't about to go and find a mop.

It'll dry. She thought, looking at all the damp surfaces covered in her cum. She took her things and crept out into the night.

--EPILOGUE--

Grace massaged her swollen belly as she studied another ancient holy text. She was indeed pregnant. What the child would turn out to be remained a mystery. Even after months of study she could find no answers in all the texts on demons she had access to. She had to hope that raising the child well and keeping them safe from the prying eyes of demon kind would mean they could become a force for good, rather than a tool for evil, as Morlock had wanted.

He was still out there of course, plotting his next escape from hell. She knew his tricks, however, and would be ready. She'd already managed to hunt down the succubus. That bitch was back in hell even before Grace's baby bump was showing.

Morlock wouldn't get the same treatment if she ever saw him again. Next time, she would destroy him for good.

Although...

The warm sensation between her legs told her that might be easier said than done. She couldn't think about him for long without the burning, craving need resurfacing. She dreamed of his body entangled with hers almost every night and woke with drenched panties. She thought the dreams might pass with time, but if anything they were getting stronger.

Second time today, she thought to herself as she reached for the large vibrating dildo she kept in her desk. She looked at the clock which read 9am.

I've definitely got a problem, she decided as she began pleasuring herself with the huge fake cock, and closed her eyes to picture Morlock's terrible, beautiful form.

Admitting it is the first step...