Oil and Promethium
Chapter Two v1.04
Tags: cunnilingus, futa, defloration, kissing, biting, reversal, daemonette x Sisters
 
Chapter Two Synopsis: Celestine Superior Chastity gets head from the daemonette, and enjoys it a lot more than she should. Syberia loses her virginity and learns of passion. Things go horribly wrong. And then, the Prioress herself appears.


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        “Giving in already?” the beautiful daemonette asked, her tongue slowly retracting into her mouth, past her razor sharp teeth. Syberia watched in a tonic mixture of shock, arousal, and exhaustion as her mentor pulled her sweater off, revealing her massive tits that bounced enticingly, her pink nubby nipples accentuating the pure white flesh they stood proudly upon. The black sweater was cast to the ground as the woman gave a soft sigh of contentment and removed her skirt as well, leaving only her white sanctified thong, now thoroughly soaked with a mixture of the daemon’s saliva and her own natural lubricants.
 
        “What, are you getting cold feet?” Chastity asked with a grin, eyeing up the monster’s alluring mammary glands and erect manhood.
 
        “Of course not. I am merely disappointed at how quickly you accepted this. The Sisters that captured me over three hundred years ago were much, much more challenging to seduce,” the pink-skinned hermaphrodite said, her dazzling eyes burning with inhuman desire.
 
        “I’ve read the archives of your exploits. They were impressive. Few can claim to have bedded an entire unit of Sisters that were supposed to be guarding her. And their testimonies were very clear on the matter of your performance in the event. ‘Unbelievably good’, ‘I could not get enough of her’, ‘there is another glorious light in the universe besides the Emperor, and its name is pleasure’, and so on. I almost wish I could have been there,” the proud woman said, playing with the long braid of white hair in her fingers.
 
        “Ah, yes, that was the last time I even saw the light of day. When the Canoness found us, it was quite scary,” the daemonette said facetiously. “She tore my conquests away from me, even though they wanted to stay! It was so cruel! Just a little longer and they would have been permanently within my thralldom. Instead, I was thrown in a ship and sent to some cloister in the middle of nowhere and kept in the basement for a few centuries. Not my idea of a good time, y’know.”
 
        “Poor you,” Chastity said, slipping her thong off and tossing it aside, revealing what little was left to reveal.
 
        “Yes, poor me! Do you have any idea how boring it is to sit in a dusty room with nothing to entertain you other than the flecks of dust floating around in the air-mmgph!” the daemonette started to complain, only to be silenced by the woman suddenly shoving her crotch into the creature’s face, any remaining words buried in the thick love mound of the Celestine. The hermaphrodite took the hint and immediately began sucking on the juicy lips before her, causing the woman to giggle to herself.
 
        “Much better,” Chastity said, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she pushed herself harder against the daemon’s face, greatly enjoying the expert ministrations of her new partner. The monster loudly sucked and nibbled on the sister’s clit, causing her knees to shake, making her grab onto the daemon’s head with both of her hands – partly so she could hold onto something, and partly for improved control over the daemon. The Celestine let out a stiff grunt and chewed on her lip, just as her little nub down south was chewed on eagerly amid the loud slurps of the sex. “Damn, that’s the stuff!” she huffed, her eyes half-lidded from pleasure.
 
        “Hyoo annt sheef noffinfgh yegh,” the daemonette squeaked out around the muff in her face. She finally unleashed her greatest weapon: her tongue, which she pushed between the silky folds in front of her, sliding it up and down in the slit to drive the woman crazy. Needless to say, it worked. Syberia was astonished to see her admired superior participating in sex with a monster so eagerly, and the way her lovely, sweaty ass shook sensuously with each buck of her hips against the beautiful hermaphrodite’s face was starting to make the tanned prodigy feel funny in her core again. She tried to dispel the feelings, but the strange atmosphere was even thicker than before, and the warmth between her legs continued to build up, to her dismay.
 
        The novice noticed the daemonette’s long, fleshy tail flicking up and wrapping around one of her pink, perfect breasts, squeezing it tightly and tickling her nipple with the very tip, at the same time that she took things further by pushing her tongue into the sister’s lewd hole. Chastity let out a loud moan as her insides were filled with the daemonic tongue that swished, twisted, and curled around inside of her. Each movement produced a loud slosh, and as the pace picked up, it turned into a continuous cacophony of sex. Both the saliva and the woman’s warm, musky juices foamed up from the force and speed of the tongue, and began to rapidly drip down from the daemon’s chin and onto her gigantic breasts.
 
        The white-haired sister’s long braid bounced back and forth and against her back as she increased the momentum behind her indecent thrusts, desperately trying to bury the appendage deeper and deeper inside of herself, her own tongue waggling out of her open mouth as she drooled uncontrollably. Her hair was a sweaty mess, stray locks escaping her hairdo and hanging free.
 
        “Come on, deeper! Harder!” Chastity groaned between heavy pants and heavier humps. The hermaphrodite obliged, forcing even more of her length in, she herself rather surprised at how much the sister could take. Syberia shook at the sight just a little, her loins absolutely burning by now, and she felt constrained by her clothes. She pulled off her sweater, exposing her lacey white bra, and then she removed her skirt, leaving just her soaked high-cut panties and stockings. Her eyesight was naturally drawn back to the hermaphrodite’s throbbing, veiny, and huge cock, a tiny drop of white precum forming at the tip. Her thighs tightened reflexively. She wanted it inside of her, she realized. She wanted to be filled. The thoughts were partly her own, and partly the result of the dark vapors that continued to enter her through her lungs. The girl shook her head to snap out of the carnal mood, and did her best to avert her gaze from the alluring daemon, focusing her attention on the Celestine, though it hardly helped.
 
        “Ungh! Ungh! Yeah! More!” the woman yelled, the corrupted tongue slipping deeper and deeper inside of her wet, rippling folds, the pitch of the wet sloshes quickly growing lower and lower, accentuated by the heavy panting and moaning of the woman and rapidly becoming a heretical symphony of pleasure that was music to both participants’ ears. Sensing that the climax was growing near, the daemonette aimed to please her impatient partner, so she utilized her hidden ace in the hole. She would have grinned devilishly if her mouth wasn’t otherwise preoccupied, though the corners of her mouth did curl up just a little.
 
        Chastity let out a surprised gasp, her head jerking up and eyes widening as her thrust unexpectedly resulted in a particularly loud and deep splurch. The blush on her cheeks turned even redder and her hips twisted and shook against her partner on reflex. Her fingers tightened around the daemonette’s head, running through her tendrils that gently wriggled against her hands. “Oh, throne! Two?!” she screamed, the sensation of the second appendage slithering inside of her, and wrestling with the other one, absolutely tearing through her mind. Both tongues jerked in and out of her with heavy force even as she gave weak, shuddering humps against them.
 
        The novice watched in fascination as the raunchy sex accelerated to a crescendo, and with a final moan, her mentor’s body tightened up, her toned muscles twitching as she flew right over her peak and far beyond it, gushing all over the daemonette’s face as her lewd fluids splashed out, pulling her crotch back and slamming it into the servant of excess’s face one last time with the last of her strength, her eyes tightly shut and her lips pursing into an ‘O’.
 
        After what seemed like an eternity of bliss to the sister, she finally came back down to terra firma, and, still light-headed from the powerful convulsions of her orgasm, slowly stepped back from her daemon, her legs wobbling dangerously as she felt both tongues slip around inside of her a little more to tease her at her moment of greatest sensitivity. She was given mercy, however, when they started to finally retract and return to their home behind the hermaphrodite’s lips. Countless centimeters of pink flesh slowly slid out from the lusty babe’s vulva, the sheer length that had penetrated her mentor shocking and surprising Syberia. They just kept coming out, foamy juices dripping out along with them, spilling all over the warm sanctified Aquila carpet and soiling it.
 
        Chastity’s legs gave out once and for all, and she fell onto her tush, panting, absolutely exhausted by the experience. She swallowed weakly and wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her arm. “That was…” she started, pausing to try and think of the right word, her addled mind struggling like a machine with rusty gears, “…incredible.”
 
        The daemonette finished cleaning the dirty juices off of her face, neck, and immaculate, heaving breasts with a loud slurp of her tongue. Her tail released her great mammary gland and coiled and flicked around in the air behind her, the stray tendril on her head from before adjusting itself to hang down her face again, between her eyes, that one little detail completing her seductive face once more. “I aim to please. I’ve despoiled many of your lot with that little trick. I suspect that you won’t be so easily swayed by it, though. I can tell that you’ve got several more rounds left in you before you start to break. Thank Slaanesh for that, it’s been over three hundred years since I last got some and I want this to last!”
 
        “That’s not going to happen,” the sister said with a shake of her head, though her haggard breaths were not helping her argument. She cocked her head to the side, glancing at the nervously shifting girl who was once again being hypnotized by the sexual organs of the monster in the room. “Novice. It is time. Gather yourself, and tease the bitch. Make her beg for it. Make her work for it. And when she has earned it, do not give her what she wants. Take from her what you want,” the white-haired sex goddess said. The prodigy gulped and nodded anxiously, her body rested enough from her first orgasm to stand and walk over to the daemon, the proximity only increasing the effectiveness of her aura of arousal on her.
 
        In a sudden act of inspiration, the girl noticed the chains hanging down from the ceiling, and she grabbed them, yanking them down to lift the daemonette’s arms higher, pulling her to her feet, and then she hooked the chains on the small hooks on the wall to keep them where they were. Now standing up straight, her arms and legs spread wide, the daemonette looked right at the nervous girl, locking eyes with her. The burning multitude of colors, the fires of the Warp itself, almost immediately hypnotized and fascinated her, and she found herself rapidly being drawn into the daemon’s web – but then, at the last second, the hermaphrodite blinked, interrupting the process for reasons known only to her, and freeing the girl’s mind.
 
        “F-foul daemon, why did you…?” Syberia trailed off, her heart pounding in her chest.
 
        “Because that would be too easy, and you are far too beautiful to resort to such trivialities. No, I want to do this the old-fashioned way,” the pink servant of excess said.
 
        “H-how dare you!” Syberia gasped, though being complimented that way made her feel funny in a different way from the sexual arousal.
 
        “What, upset?” the creature grinned.
 
        “Syberia! Do not allow her to play with you! You are supposed to be using her, not the other way around!” Chastity barked.
 
        “I don’t know what you’re thinking, sending a virgin like this in here. She won’t last one bout with me,” the daemon giggled.
 
        “We’ll see about that,” the resting woman said from the ground. Silently, Syberia took a deep breath and reached out to the giant, throbbing penis in front of her. When her fingers brushed against the pink flesh of the shaft, it jumped and twitched from the contact, the bead of pre-cum on the tip rapidly forming into a gentle trickle of it, slowly stretching down from the gravity and dripping onto the floor. Syberia blushed furiously.
 
        “What’s wrong, babe? Never seen a real cut of meat before?” the daemonette asked. “That’s cute.”
 
        “D-don’t call me that!” the young girl protested.
 
        “As you wish, but you should know, you’re quite fetching.”
 
        “I don’t care! Shut up!”
 
        “That’s cold. I’m just saying I wish this were under different circumstances, when I could take my time seducing you properly.”
 
        “Properly?”
 
        “Let me out of these chains and I’ll show you exactly what I mean by that,” the daemon purred, her tail wiggling slightly in the air. The novice’s eyes were drawn to the motions of the pink tail, and she swallowed nervously. The daemonette smiled a little wider. The girl really was cute. “Let me make this a little easier on you. How would you like it?”
 
        “Like it?” she repeated, confused.
 
        “You know, how do you want to fuck? It’s your first time, so I’ll let you have it any way you want!”
 
        “I don’t want it!” Syberia said.
 
        “Of course you do. Look at yourself, you can barely keep your eyes off me. Did you like the way your superior looked when I ate her out? You could experience that, too. It’s one of my specialties.”
 
        “I-I thought it was disgusting!”
 
        “And arousing. I could smell you then. I can smell you now. Would you like me to describe the scent?”
 
        “Stop that! Look, I’m only doing this because I have to!” the blonde girl snapped.
 
        “Are you sure about that, honey? These ripe, juicy melons in your face don’t have anything to do with it?” the monster asked, shaking her chest to make the supernaturally alluring tits bounce heavily. Syberia bit her lip and reflexively grabbed both of them, squeezing them and experiencing their heavenly mixture of softness and firmness for herself. She inched closer, the head of the daemon’s cock pressing against her navel, and she felt the precum begin to dribble down onto her skin, running over the tattooed words of the litany of purity. She panted, mesmerized by the feeling of the breasts in her hands, and took another step closer, pressing up against the daemon’s warm body, the hot, throbbing rod now tightly buried between their figures.
 
        The daemon giggled. “See? You’re totally desperate for it. That’s so cute!”
 
        “I-I’m just following my orders!”
 
        “Well, then follow them harder, soldier!”
 
        As if spurred on by the command, Syberia reflexively wrapped her arms around the hermaphrodite’s torso in a rough hug, and began grinding herself up against the daemon, ravenous for satisfaction. Her movements were awkward and shaky, as expected of a virgin, but that did not prevent her nor the daemon from enjoying the friction as their tight bodies rubbed against each other. The daemon’s tail mischievously slid up the back of the novice’s thigh, slipping under the girl’s panties, running up her buttock and out the top, then curling over to hook the fabric and slowly pull them down and off of the girl’s waist, the moist white lace falling to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. As she ground harder and harder against the hermaphrodite, Syberia reached back and unhooked her white lace bra, discarding that as well, exposing her well-tanned, perky breasts, and smushing them against those of her partner. All that was left were the pure white stockings upon the prodigy’s sensuous legs and thighs.
 
        The heavy, pillowy sensation of their breasts pressed together was divine, the daemon’s tits overwhelming the girl’s own chest due to their sheer size. The solid girth radiating immense heat against the blonde girl was surprisingly alluring to her despite its monstrous size. She felt the primal forces stirring in her loins accelerate and throb through her, though whether it was due to the stimulating contact, or the unnatural atmosphere, or some other effect the daemon was having on her, Syberia could not tell.
 
        “Daemon, w-what is your name?” she asked in a forceful tone.
 
        “My name? Nobody’s ever asked that before,” the pink fleshy creature replied, her tail swinging excitedly in the air, her interest piqued by the odd question. “Usually humans are too busy trying to screw me to even think about it. What brought this up?”
 
        “That’s none of your business! I just-I just feel that it is wrong to have sexual relations with someone you do not even know the name of!” Syberia panted, resting her forehead against the daemon’s. The fleshy hair tendril hanging down the daemon’s face wriggled around between them, trying to escape the uncomfortable pressure, to no avail. The hot breath of both intermingled as their mouths were now only centimeters away. The daemonette smiled.
 
        “That’s really, really cute, you know. Alright, mortal. I will tell you. I am called Kallisto by your kind,” the daemonette said, before leaning in just enough to plant a gentle kiss on the girl’s lips in front of her. Syberia leaned back to break the contact of their lips, but immediately regretted it. The tender, tingling sensation of the daemon’s lush lips upon her own, the subtle flavor of forbidden pleasure, like ambrosia, was intoxicating to her. Dazed for only a moment, she consciously chose to return the kiss, smooching the lips of the sexy, confident, dangerous, hermaphroditic monster in front of her, and this time, holding the contact for several seconds. The daemon’s fleshy tail straightened and shook just a little.
 
        Finally, the novice broke away, turning her blushing face away to avoid the temptation of continuing. If she looked at those luscious red lips again, she knew she’d lose what little control she still had left. The daemonette, however, smiled and tilted her head a little, her active lust growing as she let out a curious cooing noise. The turgid cock throbbed against the tanned girl’s body, and her legs shivered in response. Strange, uncomfortable emotions raced through Syberia’s mind, unrelated to the heavy shackles of lust that directed her thoughts. Try as she might, with the haze burdening her, she could not decipher them, though she could tell that she liked them, foreign and mysterious as they were.
 
        “Novice! You’d better get started for real, or you’ll never get anywhere!” Sister Celestine Superior Chastity called out as she idly fingered herself on the ground, tired of watching foreplay.  “Don’t forget what you’re here for!”
 
        Syberia winced. Although she would have much rather slowed down and enjoyed her first time as much as she could manage, she understood that the longer she remained in close contact with Kallisto, the greater the chances of permanent, irreversible corruption. She wondered for a moment if the new feelings she was having were the beginnings of foul corruption, and the thought frightened her. Stilling her mind to the best of her ability, she swung her hips back, the daemon’s lower head sliding down her navel centimeter by centimeter until it arrived at her engorged sex, brushing over her clitoris and sending new shivers of pleasure through her body. A fresh glob of precum formed at the tip, mixing with the musky juices of her flower. It was unbearably warm.
 
        “Hold on, cutie pie. I know you’re eager to get started, but you’re a virgin. There’s no way you could fit something this big inside of you, painlessly, at least,” Kallisto said.
 
        “Why do you care?” Syberia asked, reaching down to grab ahold of the cock, and feeling the pulsing heat and blood flowing through it. “I thought your kind would prefer it like that.”
 
        “I do, but it’s impolite not to warn you about it,” the daemon grinned. “I admire your resolve. Many women are deeply afraid of my size.”
 
        “It’s nothing like the anatomical diagrams in my schooling, but you’re certainly no horse. I can handle you,” the novice said, putting on a brave face to force herself to believe her own words.
 
        “If you’d prefer that of a horse, that can be arranged,” the daemon growled playfully.
 
        “N-no! I’m quite fine with this!” the blonde girl said nervously.
 
        “Awww, such a shame. I rarely get to show that off.”
 
        “I-I’m sure it’s very impressive…” Syberia muttered, her imagination running rampant at the idea. She took another deep breath to steady herself. “Now be quiet so I can focus.” When Kallisto did not utter any particularly distracting noises, the novice slid her fingers up and down the shaft they held, her other hand moving to hold onto the daemon’s soft shoulder. The male member twitched and throbbed as she caressed it, invoking an intoxicating sensation of power and joy in the novice.
 
        “Such gentle hands… heehee, you’ll make me cum all over you if you keep that up,” Kallisto giggled.
 
        “Please don’t…” Syberia said, stopping her fingers nervously. She experimentally pressed the head of the cock in her hand against her labia, rubbing it slowly and tenderly over her soft nether lips.
 
        “Ooh, like I said, I’m going to burst right here and now if you keep playing with me like this,” the daemon said.
 
        “What would you have me do? I am trying to prepare myself!”
 
        “A virgin can only prepare so much, you must understand that. At some point you must simply take the plunge and ride the tiger. You might as well just jam it all the way in.”
 
        “I-I see…” Syberia muttered, the burning heat in her loins, the suggestive words the pink skinned hermaphrodite spoke, the fresh memories of Sister Chastity’s raunchy tongue-fucking, the vapors the blonde girl continued to inhale directly from the source, and, most importantly, the indescribably pleasant sensation of that kiss – every factor in her mind combined into an unstoppable tide of lust and desire. She felt empty. She wanted to be filled. And she held, in her hand, pressed against her pussy, the one thing she wanted in the world more than anything else.
 
        A delicious cut of meat, a corrupt column of flesh, seductively pulsing against her skin, as if trying to burrow inside of her, white fluids leaking from the tip, each dark purple vein visibly throbbing with blood, almost growing larger as she stared at it. She inhaled with a shudder, and exhaled pink from her glistening lips. Her mound twitched. Beads of sweat dripped from her beautiful blonde hair, rolled down her face, down her breasts, dripped off of her nipple, down her back, rolled between her buttocks, tickling her crack all the way down. Her tanned skin gleamed in the low light of the candles. The maiden novice slowly pushed her hips forward as she tightly gripped the daemon’s shoulder.
 
        The daemonette purred as the silky walls of Syberia’s honey pot began to engulf her knob. She had waited for this moment for so damn long, her chance to fuck some Sister’s tight cunt after being cooped up in this shitty room for so long, and it was even better than she had hoped it would be. So tight, so soft, so wet! A few centimeters later, she felt her tip probing the tensile, untouched hymen that so many Sisters of Battle protected vigorously. However, the penetration stopped there, and while Syberia did give a few experimental, weak pushes, she seemed too nervous to make the leap. While it was a meticulous and slow process, Kallisto was content to let the girl take her time, though she did realize that normally she would have just thrust her own hips forward to impale her immediately. For some reason, she instead wanted to let her inexperienced partner find her own way. It was a bit out of character for her, but she figured she was just being generous since it was her first time in three hundred years.
 
        “Take your time, ba-?!” Kallisto began to say, only for her to suddenly experience the very thing she had wanted to do to the girl from the start – the prodigy just, without warning, lifted her white stocking covered leg, wrapped it over the daemon’s wide, child-bearing hip, threw all of her weight forward, and impaled herself on the tremendous shaft of the daemon, burying every last centimeter of length and girth inside of her virgin muff to the very hilt. Kallisto closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The daemon’s surprise almost gave way to an unplanned flooding of the poor girl’s freshly violated insides with her damned seed, but she was a true master of her own body, and so she repressed the urge… barely.
 
        The daemon cracked open an eye to see the novice that had taken her so suddenly shivering, face contorted in pain. Blood from her torn, sacred hymen slowly dripped down from her flower. “Well, you’re just a bag of surprises, aren’t you?” Kallisto cooed, some part of her feeling sorry for the poor nubile girl. She felt so sorry, in fact, that she actually used a tiny fraction of her power to dull her pain, allowing the pleasure to reassert itself in her naive mind, and allow her to enjoy the cock that any virgin would normally suffer great discomfort from.
 
        Syberia let out a soft gasp, her lips hanging open. She began to breathe heavily, and squirmed side to side, trying to find the most comfortable position on the dick inside of her. “I feel… so hot…” she moaned, her leg tightening around the daemon’s hip. The sexy tanned girl leaned in closer, pressing her chest against that of her partner’s, leaning in to plant her lips firmly on the crimson, glistening lips before her. She slowly lifted her hips up and lowered them back down, testing the way the daemon’s cock felt when she rode it. It was divine, and she broke off the kiss to shudder and twitch in pleasure, mouth hanging open weakly as she felt it throb inside of her from the stimulus.
 
        “Damn…” Kallisto said, her tail curling and twisting around the girl’s stocking-covered leg that was wrapped around her pink, fleshy hip. It was warm, and the tip slid past the edge of the stockings, rubbing the erogenous zone on the girl’s inner thigh, producing a notable effect on her body. “Kiss me again,” the pink-skinned hermaphrodite demanded, sticking her chest out, their glistening jugs squishing harder together and rubbing around. The prodigal girl wordlessly did as she was told, and this time, as their mouths met, the daemon stuck her unnatural tongue out, giving her a twisted French kiss. The tongue explored every corner of the mouth it wriggled in, and the girl tried to recoil out of shock, but the sheer length just shot in further. After a few moments, she didn’t particularly mind anymore, and began wrestling the invader with her own tongue, swapping saliva eagerly.
 
        With the low, dirty noises of their smacking lips and struggling tongues, Syberia once again pulled her groin back and slid it forward, so sensitive that she could feel every centimeter slipping in and out of herself, every vein and bump on the dark purple penis for her to savor as her tight, sopping wet folds rolled over them. Something about the daemon’s powers increased her inner sensitivity to the point that she could feel everything happening inside of her gash. “By the Dark Prince’s prehensile tallywhacker, you are just the most scrumptious little morsel!” Kallisto moaned as she tore herself away to speak, tongue slurping back into her mouth, droplets of saliva flying all over. “Come on, come on, I can’t stand waiting any longer! Ride me! Ravage me!”
 
        Syberia let out a whimpering moan, hips shaking from the pleasure she already felt, and began rhythmically pumping herself against the daemon, experimenting with the angle she took, holding on to the daemon out of desperation as she continued. She could feel another orgasm building in her core, as the huge shaft inside of her rubbed her in places she never knew she had. She felt it throbbing against her G-spot mercilessly, driving the girl insane, drool pouring from her lips as she humped, eyes focused on the immaculate pink flesh of the daemon’s neck.
 
        The sister-in-training leaned her head forward to bite down on the nape, tasting the forbidden flavor of the daemon’s being on her tongue, just hard enough to leave a mark in the tender flesh. Kallisto gasped and purred, shaking her hips against the nubile girl. “Yowza, now we’re getting kinky!” she giggled. The novice continued riding the daemon,  the pain of her lost virginity gone entirely from her mind by now, replaced only by the infinite lust and desire that throbbed in her pussy, mind, and through her veins.
 
        Meanwhile, Sister Chastity had retrieved her pupil’s soaked panties, and, balling them up and jamming them into her eager womanhood, continued to finger and tweak herself, her own sex drive in full bore from watching the perverse display. She moaned, her tender cunt gently twitching around her fingers, while she kneaded her right tit with her other hand. She watched the prodigal novice awkwardly thrust on the daemon she was wrapped around with a lusty glint in her eye.
 
        If any Imperial citizen entered the forbidden chamber, they would have found a disgusting orgy that violated the highest laws of the Imperium. Chastity’s moans, the wet slapping of the two sweaty bodies against each other, Kallisto’s passionate words, and Syberia’s needy mewlings were the seductive accompaniment for this foul heresy. Indeed, Chastity thought, this whole act was only sexier because of how taboo it was.
 
        The pace of the naughty humping picked up over the next few minutes. Syberia somehow managed to stave off the impending orgasm through a combination of force of will, faith, and desire to have more, but the fat cock inside of her made that difficult. Finally, the hermaphrodite giggled. “You’re not going to hold out much longer, are you? That’s fine. You’ve already done wonderfully for your first time. I’ll give you a nice treat!”
 
        Syberia gasped and sputtered, eyes unfocused from the extent of her ecstasy, staring at nothing in particular, and unable to process even simple colors anymore. Her grinding and fucking became uneven and arrhythmic. Her tanned, sweaty body rapidly hurtled towards the climax, and all the brakes were gone. She let out a low, prolonged moan as her last vestiges of resistance to the feelings vanished, and a searing sensation of absolute pleasure exploded from her crotch out into the rest of her body. Her snatch twitched and clamped down, her leg squeezed the daemon’s waist tightly, and in response, the daemon purred and grinned, releasing all control over her own body and allowing her natural impulses take over. Kallisto’s cock throbbed, new veins appearing all over it, and bulging with huge loads of unholy semen that erupted inside of the novice like a volcano.
 
        Within three massive splurts, the prodigy’s wet passage was already packed with the dense cum, but that was only the beginning. More and more bulges traveled from the root of the dick, past the outer lips of the labia, and deep inside of the girl. Celestine Superior Chastity’s eyes widened in surprise as she heard the deep, sloppy noises of the endless ejaculations continuing inside of the former virgin, and saw the thick, viscous stream of white seed pouring down from the girl’s crotch, spilling all over the carpet. Then she smiled, imagining what it must feel like, and continued masturbating shamelessly.
 
        Indeed, Syberia was so far gone that she could only perceive the bliss of the dense baby batter pumping into her. Her body went limp against the daemon, the tail that had been thoughtfully wrapped around her leg the only thing keeping her from falling down. After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only two minutes, the daemon’s climax subsided, and the poor girl finally received an opportunity to catch her breath, panting weakly as she leaned against her demonic lover.
 
        “Oh, that was fantastic,” Kallisto said, already mostly recovered thanks to her unnatural sexual stamina. “A worthy start to another age of debauchery. You have my gratitude, girl. What was your name?”
 
        “S-Syberia…” the novice groaned, struggling to gather herself, though she had to admit, her current position was fairly comfortable. The daemon was quite soft and squishy.
 
        “One last kiss, Miss Syberia?”
 
        “S… sure.” The aspiring sister lifted her face and met the lips of the daemon once more, this time, sharing no tongue, only pressing their lips together and sucking on each other passionately. Then, there was an electric throb inside of the girl, of the daemon’s cock, back to full strength and eager for more. “Wait! W-wait! I’m not ready for more yet!” Syberia gasped, shaking in a combination of anticipation, rising arousal that conflicted with her exhaustion, and just a little bit of fear at the possibilities.
 
        “Then why are you still on me? Seems to me you aren’t willing to climb off the tiger just yet. This rodeo is only getting started, baby,” the pink daemon grinned, releasing her tail that held up the girl’s leg to grant her more freedom to move as she wished. However, the lusty blonde maiden could not bring herself to slide off of the rock hard cannon inside of her. While she was exhausted, she was already starting to feel hot and bothered, and her willpower crumbled just as her knees shook.
 
        “Hold on, now, it’s my turn!” Sister Chastity said, getting up from the ground. Indeed, she was far more aroused than Syberia was.
 
        “Surely you can’t be so selfish as to break up this passionate coupling?” Kallisto asked with a grin. “Never fear. I’ll get to you in due time, loyal bitch of the Corpse God.”
 
        “Watch your mouth, slut, or I’ll smash your teeth in,” Chastity growled, absolutely not going to accept any lip from a servant of Chaos.
 
        “I’d like that,” the daemon giggled. “No, really, I would. Pain and pleasure go hand-in-hand so well!”
 
        “I don’t think you’ll be laughing when I stab you between the ribs with a consecrated dagger, just holy enough to make you scream in true agony, but not holy enough to kill you,” Chastity snarled, going for the large bag of assorted stuff that she had brought in.
 
        “Hmm. That doesn’t sound pleasant,” Kallisto nodded. “Hard to enjoy that particular brand of pain. I think I’d rather not!” Her eyes flashed with unnatural light, and suddenly, the experienced woman with the long white braid of hair froze, eyes widening. She doubled over, hands uselessly clutching at her navel. She let out a weak groan, her knees shaking and turning inwards. Then, she collapsed to her hands and knees, slowly gyrating her hips as if trying to hump the air.
 
        “Hah! How do you like a Seed of Desire? They’re one of my specialty creations. 100% pure, unbridled, animal lust; sampled, formulated, and synthesized from the hormones and emotions of over a thousand different species across the galaxy, each and every one of them with a sex drive at least a thousand times stronger than that of the horniest humans. ‘Going into heat’ is so very, very insufficient to describe what a single one of these does to a woman. Or a man, in fact. Even works on every brand of xenos. It’s my favorite little tool!”
 
        “Y-you… you whore! You… planted this in… my wooomb!” Chastity moaned, orgasming uncontrollably, lewdly shaking and shivering. By now, a bright pink glow of unbelievable sexual energy was visible through her skin, emanating from where her uterus was.
 
        “Oh yes, I can’t thank you enough for giving me unrestricted access to your lovely pussy. I really am glad that I saved a good number of Seeds, just in case of such an event. And now, look at you. Just cumming all over the place like a two bit whore in my Master’s domain. Think what your colleagues would say about this! Think what your false emperor would say! Hahahaha!” Kallisto laughed boisterously at the sight of the proud warrior woman brought so low.
 
        “Y-you’ve made a big mistake, da-daemon,” Chastity managed to squeak out. “G-guards!” she called, awaiting the noise of the bulkhead’s valve lock being opened and the heavy footfalls of power armor-adorned veteran warriors to blow the daemon’s head off with their blessed bolts. But that noise never came. The door remained sealed. Nobody was coming.
 
        “Oh, were you hoping for those pretty women outside to come to your rescue? Hah! You really are a fool! I planted Seeds of Lust inside of them thirty seven minutes ago! I can smell it; they’re too busy fucking just outside in an unstoppable rampage of lust to hear you!”
 
        “Sy… S-Syberia! Y-you need to fight her!” the white-haired woman panted, eyes crossing from the constant barrage of lust that no amount of faith or willpower could withstand, moving on to her second climax in a row. “Please! G-get the bag, g-guh-guh-get thuh dag-guh-ger!”
 
        However, Syberia was dazed. It was all happening so fast, and she was still so exhausted from her recent sex, she felt light-headed and could not even think. Aimlessly, realizing her orders, she slowly removed the pulsing shaft inside of her, staring at it longingly for just a moment before turning to walk for the bag. She saw that it was actually surprisingly close, just at her feet, more or less. It was as if the Celestine Superior had placed it just so that it could be easily accessed in the event of an emergency during sex with the beast. That forethought would pay off, Syberia thought hazily, starting to get ahold of herself. She bent over slowly, trying to keep her balance despite her shaking legs.
 
        Unfortunately, this also gave the daemonette one hell of a view of her backside. Kallisto licked her lips ravenously, eyeing up the twitching, dribbling snatch, the round, firm ass, and the wide, child-birthing set of hips before her. It was like a feast laid out before a lord. With no further need for appearances, the daemonette tore the chains and shackles that held her wrists and ankles off with minimal effort. She had worn down their sacred power within the first decade of her imprisonment. A pathetic showing by whoever ran this place.
 
        The blonde, ragged prodigal novice heard the noises, but could only focus on her task. She knew that if she paid the daemonette too much attention, she’d be mesmerized again. She dug through the bag, pushing aside sacred tomes and Aquilas, searching for the aforementioned dagger as quickly as she could – and then, tossing out a large dusty text, the sexy girl raised an eyebrow in surprise at what she saw in the bag. But she had no time to ponder those contents, as a pair of pink hands grasped her by her hips, and a wondrously big cock plunged into her tight cunt with a low splurch.
 
~~~~~~
 
        Meanwhile, in the torchlight of the warm, dusty hallway just outside the sealed chamber…
 
        The sex-crazed pants and gasps of two shapely, nude women echoed through the dark passage. Slurps followed as they proceeded to suck and lick each other’s cooches sloppily, drinking up each other’s naughty juices with wild abandon. The pair of oily bodies writhed and rubbed against each other in the flickering, dim light, shadows playing along their curves. Within moments, they achieved their twenty eighth orgasm from the moment they stepped out into the hallway to stand guard.
 
        Two glowing points on each of their bodies betrayed the nefarious forces that had charmed and enchanted their stubborn, faithful minds. From each of their wombs, the pink light of pure, concentrated desire emanated, shining through their skin. The two women were close comrades within the same unit, and had shared a cot more than once to relieve stress both in the field and on base. But now, they were so desperate for satisfaction, they found themselves craving each other relentlessly. Was it love? They thought to themselves. Of course, they decided. This was the Emperor’s gift to them, a chance to proclaim their true desire for each other and consummate their relationship.
 
        Their armor had been hastily removed and sat, pristine and carefully stacked, in the corner where it would not get in their way. Their bolters were leaning against the wall. All thoughts of duty, of responsibility, of the potential dangers within the chamber were banished from their minds the moment they had revealed their bare bodies to each other. There was only love. The purest love.
 
        A love so pure, that the only thing they could think about was fucking.
 
        The irony of their flawed perceptions was lost on them.
 
        But their irresponsibility was not lost on the woman who came walking calmly up to the couple, wrestling and moaning in a pile of their own fluids and sweat on the ground, oblivious to all around them.
 
        “Ahem,” the woman cleared her throat. They did not respond.
 
        “A-hem. Sister Weylan? Sister Aethas?” Still, no response. The woman tapped her foot impatiently.
 
        “Girls, this is clearly not the time for stress relief. You are on guard duty, are you not?” she asked very loudly. This time, she managed to get through to the Sisters of Battle, who stopped eating each other out in the sixty-nine position long enough to glance over and see the long skirt and dress of…
 
        The Prioress. The Living Saint, St. Cybele the Fair. High Matron and leader of the Order of the Cardinal Chalice for the last decade, veteran of countless campaigns, wielder of high miracles of faith against countless enemies of the Imperium. A hero. A saint. Their boss.
 
        Sister Weylan, still staring at the Prioress in shock, slowly leaned her head down to slowly lick her lover’s slit again. The Prioress glared at her, putting her hands on her wide hips. She was well known for her otherworldly beauty, like that of a goddess.
“S-sorry, my lady…” Sister Weylan said, averting her eyes shamefully.
 
        “Don’t apologize to me. You are supposed to be protecting Sister Chastity and Novice Syberia. Is everything normal in there?”
 
        “…Y-yes, my lady. We have not heard any cries for help,” Sister Aethas said, her eyes locked on the slowly dripping loins situated above her face. Drip. A long strand of musky lubricant fell upon her cheek, rolling down it.
 
        “Good. Naturally, you must both be harshly punished for such an indiscretion while you are on duty. You naughty, naughty girls! You should be ashamed of yourselves. I will administer your punishment personally, and immediately,” St. Cybele announced loudly, brushing her long black hair back with one hand, and using her other hand to pull her long, white, immaculate silk skirt back, revealing her immaculate flower, shining with holy light.
 
        The Emperor’s Gift.
 
        The Sisters of Battle drooled a little in anticipation as the Prioress got on her knees, stooping to their level to join them in their lovemaking. Their moans only grew louder as their spiritual leader took them for the Emperor’s glory. Justice was served…
 
        …but in the chamber, the nightmare continued.
 
End of Chapter Two