---Tuun’s perspective---

  I kneel on the floor of a grand cathedral, my upper hands clasping a bright metal crucifix… or cross…? Can never remember which is the version with the God being sacrificed to himself on it!

  My lowers are pressed together beneath the talisman in a prayer posture.

  Extradiegetic monastic chanting fills the house of worship with the sense of wonder and awe that Christians are meant to have for their single God with three faces.

  I close my eyes and try really hard to feel it… try to believe there is but one God and Jesus Christ is his son… try to believe that when I die I’ll fly up an sit on a cloud to have an orgasm that lasts the rest of time…

  I fail…

  Despite the clothing I’m wearing, I’m no closer to hearing the Christgod’s voice than I’ve ever been as I pray.

  “If you can’t hear him, Theresa, it’s because he’s not here…” calls a man’s voice, lazily, from behind me.

  I whip around to the entrance.

  What stands there in the arched doorway is not, as I thought, a man…

  He’s almost fully nude, mid tone skin bulging with muscles visible everywhere except his crotch, where hangs the largest, most perfect (and only) manhood my character has ever seen.

  Set against his stunningly handsome, mid tone face are a pair of jet dark lips that match the long, jet dark hair over his scalp, the jet dark horns on his forehead and jet dark claws at his fingers and toes.

  A pair of long, crooked, pointed ears extend from either side of his head.

  His eyes are dark and glassy with burning embers visible in their centres where a Human would have a pupil.

  His teeth are bared in a smug smile and, though they are at least the same tone as Human teeth, they’re the wrong shape, each one coming to a conical point.

  Behind him swishes a fleshy tail with a gleaming triangular tip at its end.

  “Demon!” I yelp, shooting to my feet and clutching my talisman to my chest between me and the monster.

  “Correct, Theresa…(!)” smiles the Demon, casually strolling over to the votive stand and extending his fingers to pinch out one of the flameless candles before patronising “Truly astounding powers of observation(!)…I can see 2 years of novitiateship have left you with a keenly perceptive eye for the metaphysical(!)”

  There’s a 15 second pause, during which he continues snuffing out candles with his fingers about once every three seconds.

  “How are you here, Demon! This is the house of the Lord!” I tremble.

  “Yes but, you see, as I said previously, the Lord’s not home right now(!)” dismisses the fiend without looking up from his candle extinguishing “A church must be occupied by the faithful to be considered a ‘house of the lord’… Right now, this is just an empty building as far as he’s concerned.”

  “I am here!… I have faith in Him!” I object, my voice shaking.

  “Oh, do you?” the monster asks, ceasing his snuffing and turning to look at me with a dismissive expression “I suppose there’s not a Demon standing between you and the exit then(!)”

  “I know God loves me! You cannot touch me so long as His love protects me!” I insist.

  “Can you be so sure?” mocks the fallen one “Is your god’s love unconditional?”

  “God loves all His children!”

  “He does not!” smiles the Demon, shaking his head as he arrives and reaches past the symbol I hold in my hands to run the backs of his fingers across my cheek “He does not love me… and he does not love you, Theresa!… He does not love sinners, this god of yours…”

  “What sin have I committed that would lose me God’s love?”

  “Lust.” he answers, simply.

  “I’ve stayed true to my vows, Demon!”

  “Perhaps so, Theresa… but you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?… You’ve desired it!… The charming friar?… The strapping ostler?… That handsome farmer’s son who always stares at you a moment too long when ever you pass by that farm?… You’ve even made plans… though you’ve always lost your nerve before following through on them… That’s enough, I’m afraid… You are no longer a bride of Christ, Theresa, because he considers you unfaithful!”

  “I see…” I say, flatly “…and you came here all the way from Hell just to mock me for that(?) Chose to appear as a beautiful man to underscore this sin of mine(?)”

  “If you perceive me as beautiful, Theresa, it’s only because you have lust in your heart… A virtuous woman would see a hideous monster standing before her…” he taunts before continuing “…but I did not come here to mock you, Theresa… I came to offer you a deal…” grinning a wicked grin.

  ---Victor’s perspective---

  I stand here in this Demon getup, doing my absolute best to play the mischievous, impish type of Dom that’s a bit outside my regular wheelhouse but defo a blast!

  For her part, Tuun’s absolutely killing it as the wavering nun, ready to be led astray.

  There’s something about the innocence-corrupted trope that just sparkles!… It’s delicious!

  “Why would I take any deal offered to me by a Demon, Demon? Especially when I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God, Christ and Hell are all real? Why would I risk forfeiting my immortal soul?” she defies.

  “Oh, your immortal soul is already forfeit, Theresa… You’re already going to Hell and there’s nothing that can avert that now… You can, however, determine the manner of your arrival…” my character lies to Tuun’s canonically-not-yet-damned nun.

  “You lie, deceiver!” she states “I know that redemption is possible! Making a deal with you is the only way my damnation will be assured!”

  I shrug and turn around to begin walking towards the door, swishing my nervejacked Demon tail as I go, and answer “Of course you’re right… If I were trying to cause you to damn yourself, convincing you you were already damned would be the easiest way… You have nooooo reason to believe a Demon, do you… Just a shame I couldn’t convince you… It will be too late by the time you arrive the conventional way… See you on the Second Circle, I suppose! I’ll try to extend a greeting if you don’t fly by too fast…(!)”

  “Wait…” she calls after me.

  I grin an evil, sharptoothed grin and turn around, slowly, to ask “Yeeeees…?”

  “Tell… Tell me your deal…”

  “Oh, I’m delighted you asked, Theresa!” I relish, returning to where she stands “The concept is quite simple really… What if, instead of a place of punishment for your vices, Hell could be a place to indulge them?”

  She frowns “So… I could be as lustful as I liked in Hell if I took your deal?… I could act as lustful as I liked?”

  “Absolutely! The more lustful the better!”

  “And I won’t be… tortured for it?”

  “Not unless you ask nicely(!)”

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  She considers.

  Finally, she asks “And… how are you benefitting from this deal? What am I giving you?”

  “Why… Isn’t it obvious what I’d be getting?… What’s the one thing you might have that I might want?” I smirk, Devilishly.

  She seems like she’s thinking a moment before realising “My… soul… Right?… I’m the only thing I have that you would want, aren’t I!”

  “Got it in just a single guess, Theresa! Good for you!” I simper “Your god may not love you but I’ll love every part of you plenty for the rest of eternity(!!!) Even your sins… Especially your sins!”

  “So… I avoid torture… and get to indulge my lust as much as I want… but only on you? I’d be your… your what? Your lust slave(?!)”

  “That’s about the size of it, my girl!” I grin “And would that be so bad?… You yourself described me as ‘beautiful’ earlier(!)”

  “I… I don’t know…” she wavers.

  “I promise you you won’t find a better deal elsewhere!” I lie, gesturing up “Not up there!” then to the floor “Not down below.” then spinning around to point in every horizontal direction “Not on Earth!… You want salvation? This is the closest anyone will offer you!”

  “Hmmm…” she doubts “…why ask? You wanted me so bad, why not just… take me? Drag me down to Hell without giving me the opportunity to refuse? Or wait for me to end up there the normal way and just go and pluck me out of the winds of Lust?”

  “Not how it works, I’m afraid!” I shrug “I can’t drag a person to Hell unless they’ve agreed and I’ve given them something in return!… Once a soul’s in Hell, the deal making window has kind of closed! Their punishment’s already decided! It’d be much easier for me if I could just pop out of the ground, grab you by the ankles, drag you all the way down and rip off all your clothes but, pity of pities, I have to play by the big guy’s rules!”

  The woman in the nun’s habit lets out a flirtatious giggle at that notion.

  My Demon senses it’s time to move in for the kill.

  I extend a clawed, red skinned hand to her and ask “What do you say, Theresa?… Do we have an accord…?”

  “I… think so…” she smiles “…I can’t very well pass up the best deal in Heaven or Hell, now can I(!)… But… I do have a condition…”

  “And what condition might that be?” I smile, hungrily, leaning close to her.

  “Well… I can’t agree to be your eternal lust slave if I don’t know what I’m in for, can I(?) I wouldn’t like to get a week into my servitude before realising I should have taken the winds(!) Sooooo…”

  “So you’d like to sample the goods(!)” I grin, Demonically, gesturing down my muscular torso to my crotch.

  “Exactly.” flirts back the nun, patting the altar behind her “We might as well do it here.”

  “Here(?!) In a church(?) On the altar(!?!?!?)” I tease with mock horror.

  “I’m already going to Hell, aren’t I?” she smiles “Might as well have all the fun I can on the way down(!)”

  “Indeed!… And I’m happy to oblige you, my girl… After aaaaall… Demons are a girl’s best friend(!)” I announce, causing the benedictine chanting to cut and be replaced with the single ring of a hefty church bell and a shrill woman’s scream, followed by a fastpaced instrumental lead-in of organ, guitar and drum music.

  ---Tuun’s perspective---

  f? Beware the night!?f

  roars a powerful mans voice as a pair of clawed hands pluck the golden cross from my hands, casting it aside before reaching beneath my veil and pushing my cornet down to my neck.

  f? Beware the night before the dawn!

  Beware the dark when light is gone

  For there's a phantom lust to wake!?f

  The Demon I’m about to sell my soul to reaches to my clavicle, unfastening my guimpe and pulling it and the cornet from my shoulders.

  f? They wanna make you bend and scream!

  They want to take your hand and lead

  You in the light of Venus, girl!?f

  The monstrous man reaches to my waist and pulls my rosaries from my cincture before uncinching it, making a show of the careless way he discards them both.

  f? Come let them take you for a ride!

  Forget the Lord and cross tonight

  And let your carnal lust prevaaaaail tonight!?f

  He pushes my dress down my shoulders, taking my undersleeves with it and leaving me clad only in jet dark lingerie and my veil before spinning me into a dip with the irresistible force of someone nearly three times my mass, just in time for the chorus to start.

  fff? WOAH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!

  Demons come at night and THEY BRING THE END!!!

  WOAH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!

  Demons are a girl's best friend!?fff

  My own Demon let’s out a growl of delight as, me still dipped and my right arms wrapped over his shoulder and around his ribcage to support myself, he brings a clawed hand to between my breasts, as if he can’t quite decide if he only wants to slice through the centre gore or all the way through my sternum to pluck out my heart(!)

  He does neither, just keeping his hand suspended there while he bores into my soul with his inHuman eyes and appreciates “Garterbelts and thighhighs… Lucifer’s greatest gifts to womankind(!)”

  He reaches down to my stomach and pulls the front of my garterbelt about 7cm away from the skin before letting it go to snap back.

  “It seems like they’re greater gifts to mankind, based only on that reaction(!)… Or Demonkind perhaps(?)” I answer in a wonderful mix of fear and exhilaration!

  “Ha! Why not all three(?!)” he hisses through a wicked grin before swooping down to kiss me with fierce passion.

  Definitely a kiss I’d sell my soul for… though, thankfully, I’m getting a better deal than that(!)

  I’m pulled back to my feet and puppeteered through a very raunchy dance the Demon does with me for the next few minutes until

  fff? Demons are a girl's best friend!?fff

  the song ends just as I’m thrown against the altar such that I trip onto it and end up lying on my back, looking up into the Devilishly handsome face.

  The Demon who’ll soon own me reaches between my legs and slides his claws beneath my panties, gathering them up in his fist and yanking them towards him, destroying and removing them in one fell swoop while leaving my stockings and garterbelt intact.

  Mounting the altar to loom over me, his pointed tail comes forward to caress my inner thigh as his colossal red cock engorges.

  He reaches to my chest and, this time, does destroy my bra by ripping through the centregore, causing the cups to fall away.

  My bare tits heave up and down beneath the Demon’s gaze as he reaches between his legs and aligns his Demonic phallus with my celibate little nun pussy.

  “I give you…” he murmurs softly to me, smirking “…the length of three Hail Marys before you’re ready to give me your soul to me, Theresa.”

  And, with that, he parts my insides like Moses parting the Red Sea and immediately makes me want to give him my soul for all eternity!

  I manage to last 32secs of being fucked on the cathedral altar before Theresa throws her hands around Vylenar the Incubus’s back and begs “Please…*ahn*… Demon…*mmh*… Take me!…*hah*… Take my soul!…*ahh*… Now I’ve known…*hoh*… lust! The…*ooh*… only paradise I…*ngg*…want is on…*huh*… my knees at…*guh*… your feet!”

  A wicked grin of his sharp teeth answers before he leers “An offer made… A bargain struck… A contract formed!… A pleasure doing business with you(!)… I hope you enjoy your eternity of service to me, my dear!”

  His clawed right thumb moves to my throat and presses down, choking me as I feel the first waves of an orgasm to shake the foundations of Heaven and plunge me down into my infernal paradise.

  ---Victor’s perspective---

  “I’m sorry…!” I laugh, as my wife an I lie on the fake religious platform we would’ve just profaned if it were real, me still made up like a Demon and her still wearing her veil, garterbelt and stockings but both out of character now “…How old were you when you realised?!”

  “I don’t know… 15? 16? Around that age!”

  “And what was it that finally clued you in?!”

  “I was watching some bondage porn that featured them and…”

  “You were old enough to be watching NUN PORN and didn’t realise nuns were real!?!?!?” I cackle, in danger of not being able to breathe I’m laughing so hard.

  “There’s not exactly a big Catholic population on this planet! I’d only ever seen them in films and stuff and never with any of the relevant background information on them! I just assumed they were a weird stock trope! I thought I’d know about them through Mama Heidi if they were a genuine feature of Christianity! How was I supposed to know they only existed in sects other than hers?!”

  Fighting hard to get the laughs out of my system and get my breaths under control, I answer “Nooooo… You’re right… Ain’t unreasonable… Just *bwahahahahaha* REALLY funny!”

  She sighs “Yes, yes…(!) Laugh it up(!)… I’ll be sure to remember this next time you have any blindspot about anything(!)”

  “Yep… and it’ll serve me right!” I smile with a mouth still full of Demon teeth, leaning over her shoulder to give her a loving kiss.

  We kiss a few more times before I’m satisfied and lie back on the stone, sliding my arm underneath her head to act as a pillow.

  We spend some time like that in contented silence.

  Eventually, I ask “You got all the sacrilege outta your system for now? Doubt we’re gonna have access to our own cathedral analogue again any time soon so you better not miss your chance if there’s another angle on it you wanna explore?”

  She answers “I… think I’m good… If something strikes me strongly I might revise but, for the moment, I’m happy to let our next Demon×nun session be on the ship with our quarters standing in for either a nun’s cell or her place in Hell beside her new owner(!)… Hey, are you hungry? I just realised how long it’s been since lunch!”

  “Could eat… Whatchu thinkin’?”

  “Definitely more of the pancakes! They’re the beeeeest!” squeals my wife, enthusiastically.

  “This much pancake cannot be good for a person’s health; Human or Don!” I point out, wryly.

  “Nuh uh! We need the calories to make up for all the exercise we’re doing!” she rationalises “Plus, how many honeymoons are we ever going to have?!… Let’s live a little!”

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