Nurse Demoness Chapter 5_(1)

Virgin boys.

Ashkrath found them was one of the greatest pleasures. Right now, she was smacking her lips with their spunk. Drunk off of the innocent boys cum, who were now becoming infected with demonic taint. Two days in the mortal realm and Ashkrath had taken over the church which had taken her in. The cop had brought her here when she was discovered after transporting to the human realm. Ashkrath revealed she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. It had only taken a few hours feed and consume the adults in the church. All that was left of the people here where the choir boys.

The succubus had found it surprising how easy it was to feed on the boys who were in fact, all eighteen. Such an action would have been punishable because they were all virgins. Easily corruptible and never having known the pleasures of a human female’s flesh made them taboo. The succubus quickly figured out that unless there was someone who out ranked her in the mortal realm, there wasn’t going to be any judgment. Her superior could not take any action against her for violating the sanctity of the demonic codes and Ashkrath knew that her master used all the energy she had to send her here. Basking in the moonlight while her vision swirled, the succubus tried to think about how to finish her mission, though at this point, there wasn’t a real need to anymore. What did she care about her sisters succubi still in Hell?

The only reason Ashkrath could fathom to finish the mission was to take out the rival demon. Nothing personal in taking out the rival, just business. There were never going to be enough souls to share. Naked, and her pussy began to throb in need and the stupor was wearing off already. She called one of the choir boys over. Since they had become slaves, the demon kept the males close by and at all times. Thought there were only eleven, their virility was something of legend.

The boy shuddered in appreciation when Ashkrath got on her knees and began sucking him off. Sucking spiring energy and cum through her mouth is how the demon preferred to feed. Even though her body was always screaming for release, a feat that could only happen with direct stimulation of her sex, the demon felt is necessary to deny herself to create loyal minions out of the boys. Puberty was an incredible Achilles heel to a growing boy. Even though she couldn’t suck his soul out, she could corrupt his entire being until he was almost a full demon. The group of boys would worship her, and they were fast recharging conduits to feed on. The one she was currently feeding upon, his name lost to her, had just released not even an hour ago, and he was shaking in an imminent release. When the load surged forth from his body, Ashkrath moan in appreciation as she absorbed it into the sucking maw of her mouth. He fell back, too weak to stand and his mistress got up before heading to deal with another issue; a demon she had summoned named Farvish.

The holy father of the church had exchanged his soul for the pleasure of Ashkrath’s body. She remembered him not even begging as he threw his soul into her. His body proved to be an issue, and so did his rank. To offset the risk of discovery, Ashkrath had taken an even more extreme risk. She summoned a demon named Farvish into the priest’s body. Honestly summoning another demon wasn’t the issue, but who it was, well her master would be upset at the discovery. Farvish was a pet to her, well to anyone, but a male lust demon was rare and so the few that existed tended to be a solitary creatures or kept hidden away in dungeons; saved for baby-making. The theft then would cause her master to take action, but without a source of souls, Ashkrath had plenty of time to gather power. Taking out the rival demon and absorbing it would probably be enough to do it. Ashkrath found Farvish in the priest’s study, reading a book.

“There are better things to do with your time Farvish.”

He flipped a page before looking up at her. The priest’s body had held up well when Ashkrath summoned Farvish into it, but the eyes had sunken in, as well as the cheeks.

“I disagree. Knowledge is a powerful tool and I have never been to a mortal plane before.”

“Yes, but you’re supposed to be gathering strength.”

“I am.”

“Reading? Better hurry up. Those choir boys are starting to become stronger with my corruption. Might take an opportunity to become a full Incubus by killing the weaker.”

Farvish put his book down and glared at Ashkrath. He was stronger than she was, but only because he willed himself to be. They both knew it, but Farvish was too calculating to reveal that he knew that even he could prove his strength, Ashkrath had a leash on him. A seal tattooed on his back that would shackle him once more into a dark cell. That was why he was reading, figuring out how to loosen the leash. He needed to find something, but she was right too. The longer he took in gathering strength, the more her prediction would come true. The mortal realm was a confusing one, but with the imminent threat of eleven other male demons, completely loyal to her, time was running out.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. I have things to do.”

“If you feed too much, you’ll become too addicted, even for a demon,” Farvish said. It was his only way to refute her. Right now, her power less, but it was growing and he was shackled.

“That won’t happen.”

“Oh? What about church services?”

She stopped in the doorway.

“That’s up to you. I’ll be busy with duties that day.”

He knew those duties meant feeding on the congregation. Men who came would be weak to her charm. There were plenty of opportunities to feed, but she was dumb. Way too short-sighted. There was doubt in her ability to refrain from killing. Sadly, it was up to him to obey and he would, biding his time until he could surely escape. The night was long, but Farvish needed no sleep. He spent the whole night reading, learning about philosophy and how to be a priest. There were books on demons but nothing to help him. Checking the time, it was time for the service.

Mortals were something entirely new to the devil. Once he was born, Farvish had been shackled in a dungeon.A lonely life, only to be brought out for sex. He bided his time, learning about life slowly in conversation. It was a wonder that one succubus had even taught him to read. Knowledge was power and Farvish stood in front of the congregation, delivering the sermon. Up there, he felt powerful; that was until he spied Ashkrath in the background. Dressed as a nun, she grabbed some chubby schmuck, and the two disappeared. Farvish lent his help to his master by having a surge of passion in his speech. The crowd, his congregation, seemed to lean forward in their seats, hanging on every word. He threw in a hallelujah or two and the mass loved it. Dressed in their best, Farvish was pretty happy about his job as a priest. It was a beautiful front for the demons within, but there was something here that had given this beast a pause. What did he want?

Sure, he could give the answers to the congregation about the goal of life was seeking salvation, happiness, and even forgiveness. Only happiness could be his, but what did that look like? As Farvish wrapped up his speech and the choir took over in leading song, the demon realized that as long as he could remember, he had been a prisoner. Never the one in charge of his life and that is what he wanted, freedom. What would he do with it, though? The thoughts confused him, and he almost missed when the Sunday service was over. It was amazing to him how he could fulfill the role of a priest, the little bit of soul energy that Ashkrath was willing to give him gave him the skills. So now he was at the front doors, bidding goodbyes to congregation members. He knew them or rather the priest had, and as the goodbye ceremony commenced, Ashkrath was busy with feeding.

The succubus was currently getting fucked by one of the male parishioners, bent over one of the many small desks in a side hallway. So far Ashkrath had fed upon seven or eight different men, but it was getting difficult for her keep quiet and to keep from feeding on any of the men entirely. Killing with so many so close was something to be avoided. Most of the wet puddle soaking into the rug beneath the pair was from her. The chosen man expended himself into her once more, and it took everything she had not to suck him completely out. His body would be too difficult to hide with everyone around, but he would be skinnier. Sex was a risk, but a dead, shriveled body was too far across the line. Pulling out, he mumbled a “thank you” and left her for other things. She cast a sealing spell on him, keeping him from telling anybody about the nun who liked to fuck in the church.

Ashkrath didn’t care that the human had left her. The only thing that mattered was finding something to sate her appetite. The hunger was unbearable. Shaking while she adjusted her clothing, an actual nun outfit that was unaltered, she headed to find Farvish. She spotted him by the door, surrounded by the congregation below and she growled in frustration.