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This is a church. This shouldn't be happening in a church .
The acolyte stares up at the towering figure. She's bare naked, easily ten feet tall and powerfully-built to match, with purple skin and black hair that falls down her back. She would otherwise have looked like a normal human, if it weren't for her curling ram's horns and her goat legs, complete with cloven hooves.
That, and the enormous, inhuman cock swinging between her thighs.
She looks around with raised eyebrows, unimpressed. "Come on , you call this a church?" she says contemptuously. "It doesn't even sting to be in here." She crosses her arms and looks down at the acolyte. "And you're supposed to be...what, some altar servant or something? Obviously not someone experienced, if your presence isn't physically irritating."
The acolyte finds their voice and tries to protest, proclaiming themselves an acolyte of the church and a servant of God. They hope that their fear isn't showing in their words, desperately clinging to their faith as a coping mechanism - if they believe in God, then this...this demon can't hurt them. Right?
The demoness snorts and rolls her eyes. "God isn't real , moron," she says, as though explaining something simple to a child. "The angels just needed a symbolic figurehead to concentrate all their power into, and chose some asshole who gives everyone daddy issues." She takes a step towards the acolyte, who takes a step back. "Then, they made up Satan to make everyone think that demons work the same way. Like, sure, Lucifer exists and he's definitely a big name, but he's not the head honcho down there. I know the guy personally, and he's kind of a nerd." Again, she approaches the acolyte. The acolyte is very quickly running out of space to step back. "Look, bud, I'm just here to be petty. The angels are always painting themselves as the righteous good guys, but they're just as bad as the rest of us, you feel? They pull some shit, demons pull some shit back, it goes in circles." She grins. Her teeth are sharp. "It's just my turn from downstairs."
Then, with her long legs, she covers the ground between herself and the helpless acolyte in a single moment. They don't even have enough time to formulate a reaction before she's upon them, easily lifting them with her hands around their waist. Her fingernails are sharp, which she proves by simply shredding their clothing from their body. No longer clad in a reflection of faith, the acolyte feels more naked than they ever have before - especially in the presence of something that shouldn't be able to stand in a house of God. "There's a reason I showed up naked," she says idly. Her hooves leave scorch marks in the carpet as she trots cheerfully towards the altar. "Now, why don't we commit some blasphemy together?"
That kicks the acolyte into gear, and they finally start struggling. Trying to pry the demon's fingers from around their waist is fruitless, as is clawing and kicking at her arms and hands. She remains completely unaffected, and even laughs a little bit.
"What, isn't this in your funny little book? Zeke had something to say about this. 23:20, or whatever. Lovers whose genitals are like those of donkeys and whose emission is like that of horses . I qualify with flying colors, don't'cha think?"
She slaps the acolyte onto the altar, laying them on their back. They have a full view of her cock, which is hardening to its full length. "I mean, sure, you're not exactly lusting after me, but I can probably change that."
The acolyte has no desire to learn what she means, but she pins them in place with a single hand while she strokes herself to full mast, thoroughly immobilizing them despite their resistance. Her cock isn't human, just as the rest of her isn't - blunt-tipped, with a head that looks like it can hold a flare, she's working with something more formidable than anything the acolyte has even considered in their most sinful moments. Their internal turmoil changes from fear and indignance - how dare this creature think she can trespass like this?! - into outright terror at the prospect of being forced to take something so oversized, so monstrous. They're not sure their body won't just break when faced with such a monumental task.
Unfortunately, the demoness doesn't seem willing to take it slow. "Aw, stupid little altar-slave scared of the big, bad demon lady? I thought demons couldn't hurt you if you just believed hard enough?" she says condescendingly, laying her cock atop the human beneath her. It's like she's showing off just how much it won't fit inside of them. "Get real, idiot. It's not like you're not getting fucked by the church every day." She smiles sardonically. "At least I'm more up-front about it. You should be grateful for my honesty."
She drags her cock down the acolyte's body before rubbing it against their exposed cunt, teasing them with the inevitability. Relishing their fear. "This is probably gonna hurt, so don't be afraid to scream," she says idly, and then jerks her hips. Her size may be an obstacle, but her strength more than makes up for it - and scream the acolyte does, pain radiating up their body from their newly violated cunt. They struggle to breathe as the demon forces herself deeper.
"I'm gonna sound like some toxic-positivity white woman here, but this is what happens when you place too much faith in your big guy upstairs and not enough in yourself," she says, wiggling back and forth to slide further in. "Maybe if you were clever or sarcastic or something and relied on that instead, I would have taken it easy on you. I like a good laugh." She giggles. "Then again, it is kinda funny that you're so convinced I shouldn't be here. Holy ground doesn't mean anything outside of ritual." She runs a single clawed finger down the acolyte's midsection, tracing the outline her cock is making against their skin from inside. "It turns me on when you angel-followers are so stupid and pathetic. You think your god can save you when I'm raping you open?" She leans closer. "He should have saved you before I got here, idiot."
The acolyte is speechless, staring down at their body and pulling in shallow breaths as the demoness seats herself deeper inside than should be physically possible. It feels like she's lodging herself up underneath their ribcage, stretching their cunt out so far that they know no human will ever get any pleasure from them. Something warm and wet drips onto the altar beneath them - blood. The demoness snorts. "Shoulda known you were a virgin," she says, rolling her eyes. "You church types are always so prudish. No sex if it's not for procreation, or whatever. No fun allowed, no feeling good, no nothing." She shoves herself all the way into the acolyte with a single push. "Don't worry. You might be stupid, but I'm sure you'll make some perfectly fine half-demon babies for me, huh?"
The acolyte just shakes their head, tears welling up in their eyes. Fear, pain, betrayal - mostly fear. The demon laughs. "What's the problem? It's sex for procreation! Go forth and multiply or whatever, right? Words from the big man himself. You should be thanking me for putting babies in you." She starts thrusting - slowly, at first, but not out of mercy. She's making sure the acolyte takes in the entire experience. "Sure, we're not all the way there yet, but if you keep crying I might cum faster."
The acolyte doesn't want the demon to have fun, but it's not like they can stop crying. Having their body violated hurts, having their faith violated hurts. They're scared of what the demoness will do to them, even beyond this. They know demons can make things worse whenever they want - but then again, maybe everything they know isn't true. Maybe they were being lied to the whole time. They always took it as fact that demons couldn't step foot on holy ground, and yet this monster is right there, standing at the altar to rape the acolyte atop it. They sob, just once, but it makes the demoness growl satisfiedly.
"Aw, does it hurt? Probably never had anything inside you before, huh?" she asks condescendingly. "Don't worry, it's gonna start to feel good soon. There's lots of nerve endings in there, so even though I'm punching your cervix with this thing, you're probably gonna end up spreading your legs like a whore for me." The acolyte shakes their head again, more frantically this time. They won't let her win. She seems undeterred. "That's exactly what the last one said. And the one before that, and the one before that." She speeds up. "And the one before that, and before that, and the last dozen. And the last hundred." The hand pinning down the acolyte shifts from their chest to their collarbone and neck area. With just the slightest pressure, they immediately have more trouble breathing. "I've been doing this for years , you know. I always cum hard when I'm breaking in another blind follower. It's not like there's any shortage of you." She grunts, rearranging her footing to give herself a better grip on the church carpet. "Keep crying like that for me, stupid thing. Fuck."
The acolyte whimpers, terrified of the casual way she can treat words, actions, people they always viewed as sacred, as powerful. There's the chance she could be lying, sure - demons are known for that - but the way she moves, the way she's hammering into the acolyte's body harder and harder speaks to more experience than they ever want to think about. Unfortunately for them, she's making them think about it, and think about things they'd never wanted to know. They'd never wanted to learn about the sensation of demon cock trying to pulverize their insides, about the sensation of being raped open on the altar. This shouldn't be happening, but it is . And it's horrible. And nobody is coming to save them. They sob again.
The demoness smirks. "You're starting to break down, huh?" she asks in a tone that suggests she's well aware of the answer. "It's kind of pathetic that you're only just now realizing that you can't escape me or what I'm gonna do to you. You're gonna look so good in the rest of my collection." Again, she speeds up. "You know what I'm gonna do to you. Say it."
The acolyte cries harder, but when the demoness snarls, they obey. They know what she's going to do. She's going to put bastard half-demon children into the acolyte's womb, and there's nothing they can do to stop it.
"Good. Beg me for it. Beg me to rape you pregnant. Say you wanna be a demon's whore." The acolyte can barely stand it, like the words taste bitter in their mouth, but they don't want the demoness to put her claws to use - there's no other choice. They obey once again, echoing her words, consumed ever more by despair. The demoness hisses. "Good, that's good - mm, pathetic. I love when you stupid little altar-slaves cry. I can't wait to knock you up." She uses her free hand to grip the acolyte's midsection as she thrusts into them more urgently, using them like a toy. "Fuck, it's gonna be so easy for me to cum once I'm all the way inside you."
What? Isn't she already as far in as she can go? The acolyte is scared and confused, unsure what the demoness means - but, the very next moment, they learn. They learn .
The demoness hammers into the acolyte's cervix, brutalizing it, pounding it into submission until she simply breaks through , the tight ring of muscle giving way to hug her shaft as the acolyte's womb slides down around her head. The acolyte's back arches and their mouth falls open, completely lost for words, for sensation, for knowledge, lost for anything . The feeling, the pain and simultaneous pleasure, wipes away their entire mind for just a few moments until the torture of the demon bruising the top of their womb brings them back into their body.
"Beg me to knock you up," she growls. "Beg me to rape you pregnant." The acolyte can't do anything except follow the orders they're being given, unsure as to whether or not they even count as human anymore. "Aw, begging to be a demon's pet slut - I'm sure God wouldn't like that, huh? You're the worst kind of sinner, learning how to be a better servant just to turn your back on all of it." She bares her teeth. "At least he'd be able to tell, if he were real. It's hard to call you a good follower if you're pregnant with demon babies. You - fuckin' whore, take my flare, fuckin' take it-"
She goes completely wordless, descending into animal snarls and wild noises that don't even faze the acolyte anymore. What catches them off-guard is the flood of thick seed that fills them from the inside out just a moment later, the demon's flare locking every single drop inside their womb. Their middle swells almost immediately, bulging, bloated with unholy cum that's almost too hot to stand. It would probably hurt more, if the acolyte weren't already dealing with the searing pain of being raped open so thoroughly, of having their virginity stolen from them by a creature they had felt so safe from. Their eyes flutter shut. At least it's over.
But it's not.
"You altar sluts always look so good after I breed you," the demoness says affectionately, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. To the acolyte's horror, they stay on her cock - her flare keeps them from sliding right off. They're trapped right where they are. "Now, should I leave you here to be fully ostracized from the church, or should I take you to hell and prove that god isn't real?" She pats the top of the acolyte's head, like a dog. "What would you prefer?"
The acolyte can't answer.
The demon laughs. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd be able to talk. I think you're coming with me - I wanna watch you give birth." She grins. "That'll really break you in."