The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen/Next day
From Create Your Own Story
You had observed her this whole time. The kiss had a stronger effect than you could have predicted; she had troubles concentrating on anything and kept thinking about the release from this place - and you - the whole time. You found lustful images filling her mind while she prayed; this amused you greatly.
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It was already the evening, and everyone was moving towards their rooms for a prayer. Helen, however, didn't know what to do. The demon had promised to return tonight: the thought filled her with impure excitement which shamed her greatly. She knew she might not be able to resist the demoness' rules anymore, so returning alone to her room would be sheer insanity. She should ask for her sisters to spiritual guidance and help, do anything to avoid the temptation. But what would they say? They might believe her, but could she really admit her flaws, admit how weak her faith was? Her shame prevented her from seeking help, and the more she thought about it, the more she came to believe she might be able to resist the charms of the demon. She was merely caught by surprise the day before, after all.
She returned to her room, her cross held close to her heart, preparing to meet her again.
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You laughed. How good she was at deceiving herself! Too weak to even admit her own desires, much less follow upon them. As a daughter of yours, she'd be stronger. She'd be capable of following her lusts.
You appeared before her, in her own room. Her furious resolve disappeared at the first sight of you: she gasped and dropped the cross and fumbled to pick it up again. By the time she had picked it up, you were already in front of him, pushing her on her bed and kissing her deeply. After the initial shock, she responded to the kiss, entwining her tongue with yours and panting heavily. When you pulled away, shef burst into tears.
"Oh, lord. I am too weak after all. Please forgive me..." she cried. You laughed a bit and kissed her neck a couple of times. She let out a small moan.
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The demoness kept kissing and caressing Helen, whispering profane things to her ears, not even bothering to undress her. She truly enjoyed it, that she couldn't deny. She was brought to an orgasm more times she could count and she found herself moaning like a lunatic in a couple of occasions. There was no chance of resisting; it took every inch of her willpower to avoid giving herself to the demon completely, denying her god and worshipping the demon instead. The night went on as she lied on her bed in the mercy of the demon. She passed out at some point, but the sex continued in her dreams. There was no escape from that.
