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Urotsukidoji - Overfiend ‘44: The Hell Portal.	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9.
Wulfendorf
South-east of Berlin
Two miles south of Wildau.

Segen flew into the village with the setting of the sun. Her nose twitched with the bitter-sweet and overtly sexual aroma of Makai. And she followed the scent, almost a physical trail, straight to the church which sat in the centre of the village, over-looking the small village green.
She landed on the steep sloping tiles of the spire, one hand lightly grasping the lightning rod. She sniffed around again, homing in on the origin of the scent. It was definitely beneath her feet within the church, but it had essentially suffused the whole building and she would have to take a closer look to pinpoint him.
She skipped off the spire and floated down to the high stained-glass windows and peaked inside. The imperfections in the old glass, along with the colours on its surface and rapidly the diminishing sunlight made it hard to see anything useful inside the building. So instead she bit the bullet, flitting silently around to the large, arched double doors of dark iron-studded oak and phased through the door, slipping back into the Realm on the inside.
The interior illumination was dim, there were less than a half dozen electric bulbs working to fill the vast space of the nave. Segen had little experience of western religions but the interior with its altar and the dark wood benches filling the left and right sides of the large stone cross-shaped interior was almost exactly what she had expected to see.
The distant, muffled noises that caught her attention came from a side room to the far right of the main chamber. And so far, not having altered anyone inside to her presence, she decided to keep her approach silent. Flitting across the nave, her toes a couple of inches above stone floor, Segen secreted her way over to the smaller arched wooden interior door that was a miniature version of the Church’s main entrance.
The door wasn’t completely shut, there was a gap of maybe six inches that allowed Segen to see into the room on the other side. It was a kind of study, with a centrally positioned desk with an electric desk lamp casting a warm illumination around the small chamber. Thick rugs matted the floor. And floor to ceiling crimson drapes covered one side if the room. A couple of religious paintings in ornate frames and a large dark wood wardrobe filled the space of another wall. The word sakristei popped into her head but she wasn’t certain if that was what she was looking at. Besides, it was the priest and the two nuns in the room that were the real eye catchers.
One slender, smooth skinned nun dressed, of course, in a habit and wimple was bent over the heavy desk. Her hands were gripping the opposite side, knuckles white. The wimple was askew, drawn back from her face enough to allow wisps of her coffee coloured hair to fall, framing her contorted face. Her eyes screwed shut, tears flowing down her cheeks all the same, her nostrils flared and trails of mucus were catching in the lamplight. Her was mouth wide open, her lips and chin gleaming with trickles of drool. The length of her habit was drawn up above her waist, revealing long shapely legs and full, fleshy buttocks.
The priest was, of course, fucking the nun from behind like a man possessed. And like the nun he had his own vestments drawn up around his waist, revealing a hint of bulging belly, short, squat and supremely hairy legs. Somehow the priest was positioned above the nun’s arched back, his bare feet up on the edge of the desk, his clawed hands digging into her slender shoulders while he drove into her with fast and cruelly powerful driving thrusts. She was squealing and panting in quick and loud high pitched staccato throughout Segen’s observation.
Segen was interested to see his tool, assess what he was using on the nun, however the shadows and the folds of his gathered clothing were hiding it from her view. His face was equally contorted and as awash with drool and mucus as the nun’s. But his face was also beet red and his teeth were gritted, lips drawn back in a distinctly animalistic manner, spittle flew from his savage mouth. And it was no surprise to Segen that the Priest’s snarling grunts as he fucked the nun were equally savage and animalistic.
Standing though bent forward, behind the priest was the other nun. She was fully dressed but quite possibly had the worst job. She had her hands gripping and splaying the priest’s broad, hairy buttocks and her flushed face buried firmly between them. She was apparently - and vigorously - rimming his anus, with a few directed licks towards his animatedly swinging scrotum. The loud wet slurps she was making were incessantly intercut with gagging and groaning sounds.
And then it occurred to Segen to drop down to a crouch and see if she could get an angle on that Priest cock.
Getting that angle revealed the source of the sickly-sweet scent of Makai. The cock was humongous and inhuman - bloated, distended, miscoloured and thick with bulges of muscle and stitches of thick veins. It was only that the shaft was secreting its own lubricant, which also doubled up as a natural aphrodisiac, that was allowing the nun to take the demon cock inside her without tearing her, no doubt, hardly used pussy wide open.
Grinning to herself - not only that she had discovered the demon, that it was up to its usual tricks whenever they were found in the human Realm, but also that she now had it at a disadvantage and she had no doubts it would have plenty to tell her.
She took flight again and slipped silently back into the nave. Standing near the entrance, she looked around and spotted a six-foot carved wooden candle stick with branching holders like antlers, brass fittings and brass saucers to catch any trickling candle wax. With an anticipatory smile, the beast-girl idly toppled it with a fingertip and then waited for the resulting clatter to bring the Priest rushing from his vestry.
“What the… Oh… Hello Fraulein… What brings you to my church this evening…” He asked.
Segen, already righting the knocked over candle holder, gave a little modest curtsey of apology blushing and batting her long curling lashes coquettishly.
“I’m sorry mister priest.” She said in a demure half-voice. “I’m new around here and I thought there might be an evening mass.”
She was assuming the demon wouldn’t know any more about human religious practices than she did and it seemed she was right to. He looked flustered, blushed and glanced around the empty church with an expression that appeared to be halfway between sheepish confusion and guilt. As though worried that he had been caught out in a lie.
“I thought most of the village girls had been taken by the soldiers.” He grunted to himself peering at Segen’s shadow concealed form. “Come into the light child, so we can talk properly.”
With another coquettish little smile, Segen stepped into the circle of one of the meagre electric lights and enjoyed the responding gasp of delight the Priest was unable to hold in.
“Well, well, well…” He breathed. “Aren’t you just the adorable little morsel.”
“Thank you, mister priest.”
“Come closer pretty child… And its ‘master priest’.”
“Master Priest, I’d like some advice…” Segen begged, obediently stepping in close, right into the priest’s personal space.
“That’s what I’m here for pretty child.” He replied with a toothy smile, leering over her and idly flicking the cap off her head. “Though you must offer tribute to the church…”
He took a long moment to meticulously smooth her short, soft hair, marvelling at the soft, silkiness he found there. And the way those smooth black strands, that he lovingly stroked and caressed, seemed to take on a strange sky-blue quality in the highlights.
“Prayers…?” She offered, playing the dumb innocent, staring up at him and letting him paw at her hair.
Here it comes. I have him. She thought acutely aware, even though she was staring up into his lust-red eyes, that the demonic erection was jutting stiffly forward beneath his ankle length cassock, obvious and unmistakable.
“Something a little more, substantial, is required I’m afraid.”
“I have nothing else… My soul…?”
Her eyes grew large, her display of youthful innocence seducing him, chipping away at his self-control. Her lashes fluttered, tears not quite welling but making her pupils glisten prettily, just like one of those American Disney characters. Deliberately playing on his obvious desire to corrupt innocence. And she could smell his wanton desire and that it was barely controlled. It was almost impressive that he hadn’t torn into her clothes already the desire to do just that and more was palpable.
“You have more to offer than you soul, though I may take that too at the end. Come here pretty child.”
The hand stroking her hair abruptly slid down and grasped the nape of her slender neck, pinching tight. Still playing her role, Segen allowed a tear to slip from her eye and trickle down her cheek. The priest dipped forward and licked up that sweet salty trail with a too long tongue. Her hands came up to his chest to try and keep him at bay she pretended to have no strength and she offered no resistance as he slid that serpentine tongue back down her cheek and then along the delicate line of her jaw to her full lips.
He pushed insistently and her lips parted and allowed him entry. His kiss was full and hot and damp and invasive, once the tongue had explored the inside of the hot orifice of her mouth, it plunged firmly to the back of her throat and pushed onward until it was buried a good way down her oesophagus. Segen could feel the tongue probing still deeper, bulging out the flesh of her wind pipe, all the way to her collar bone. His lips mashed against hers and he breathed a strong guttural moan into her sweet young mouth. Segen, maintaining her performance, allowed herself to gag wetly on his invading tongue. Letting out muffled moans and whimpers.
As the invasive, abusive kiss continued, his blubbery arms came around her, strong yet soft fleshed. He encircled her, slowly and gently at first, until he could feel her firm warmth against him, then his limbs locked like vices around her, crushing her against his flabby yet apparently much stronger body.
She felt herself pressed hard into his soft heat, one arm encircling her like a manacle bar, ratcheting tight around her. The fingers and thumb of the first arm remained like a vice around the nape of her neck while the other encircled her waist and hip, the hand possessively gripping tight on one of her taut, leather clad buttocks.
The grip on the nape of Segen’s neck stopped her from being able to pull her face away or twist the angle, not that she was planning on trying to. She wanted to maintain the pretence that she was utterly under his control as she tended to do when in the embrace of demon kind.
As long as she had the time, Segen always allowed herself to be taken in to be forced to follow every command, instruction and implication to the letter. Lulling demons into a false sense of possession and control was always fun, especially when the realisations eventually dawned - firstly that they had been taken in, and secondly just who it was they were dealing with.
In her early days it had felt discomforting, gut-wrenching; a barely contained body-shivering panic and anxiety that she might indeed be taken and absorbed, enslaved for eternity by one of the ranks of the demon Realm. And yet over the centuries and after thousands of these little trysts, these rape-duels, she felt utterly calm in control. She even enjoyed it, she could relax completely and enjoy the always sensational sexual experiences at the hands, mouths, cocks and tentacles of Makai, safe in the knowledge that other than perhaps a handful of the highest-ranking demon Lords (and even their power was by no means superior to her own), she was safe. She was simply too powerful to be beaten at this game. And that meant she could relish each and every opportunity for sexual pleasure. Because, second to none, getting liberally fucked by a Makai was unmitigatedly the highest form of sexual pleasure she had ever experienced and she had no illusions that it would always be the case - short of, potentially, getting done by the Chojin himself.
Therefore, Segen’s plan was the same one she always used. To allow the demon to do whatever it felt like to her, and rely on the pleasure that it would invariably generate within her, would build her orgasm up quicker than the demon’s own climax. Therefore, she would be doing everything she could to make him happy, to cooperate and give him as much pleasure as she possibly could. Right now, and for the foreseeable future, her only plan was to please this Makai priest and make his cock or cocks, lips, tongues, tentacles and whatever else it had for her to get her to cum.
He pulled back, tugging his tongue free from her gullet with a follow-on glittering splash of saliva and laughed, then he used the grasp of the nape of her neck, and drew her up, stretching her onto her tiptoes. Segen took him by surprise. She leaned in, searching for his lips with hers. And her lips met his and she kissed him hard, anticipating, surprising him. Groaning with lusty passion and taking the priest by surprise their lips mashed and parted hurriedly, tongues dipping deep into each other’s mouths.
Segen groaned and panted through their dirty saliva heavy kisses, knowing the noises, as well as her receptiveness to his desire for her, would make drive him wild and that red haze of lust would not allow him to question the strangeness of her behaviour.
He was grunting and groaning as their lips ground together and their tongue flicked and danced, slobbering into her open mouth, sucking at her agile and surprisingly (for him) talented tongue and nipping it with his teeth - his usual demonic sadism already coming into play. The touch of nastiness forced little playful whimpers of pretend fear from her, just as she knew from previous experiences that he would relish. Almost as much as the sobbing and squeals of pain and anguish that she might well act out later, if she could be bothered.
Following her instincts, Segen got one hand on the tent of thick coarse fabric covering the hefty jut of his hard dick, gripping the solid fat shaft through the bulge in his cassock and squeezing it hard in her tight grip, working up and down at the forearm length with a slow pleasure-inducing caressing action. Her other hand grasped him by the wiry receding ‘U’ of salt and pepper hair around the back of his round fleshy skull.
The priest’s hand on her ass had two thick fingers pushing down in between the perfect athletic orbs, rubbing at that soft bar of emanating heat that started at her pussy lips and ended at her anal mouth. And in response Segen obediently spread her legs a little more, still teetering slightly on her tiptoes. And she sucked on his long, wet tongue once again stuffed all the way down the back of her throat. Her sweet full lips were still crushed painfully against his, teeth threatening to cut into his lips, while her fake moans and little panting whines continued.
Finally, he dragged her mouth from hers and his tongue retracted from her throat, again launching pearlescent splashes of their combined saliva. The overlong tongue flapped about in the air as the priest gave a lust-coloured laugh of delight. His sparkling eyes zipped down over the girl’s flat out lovely features, apparently not recognising that she wasn’t of the racial type of everyone else he would have come into contact with in this place.
“Someone’s taught you well.” He congratulated. “You actually want this don’t you child... It’s a nice change of pace…”
He let go of the nape of her neck and instead hurried to open up her jacket and the blouse beneath it. She just stood there panting and flushed, letting out little moans of exhilaration and profound lust, hardly needing to play the part at all this time.
“I’ll make you feel pleasures you haven’t even dreamed of child. It will make you lose your mind and beg me for more. I guarantee it.”
She let out an emphatic moan of wanton excitement as the demon priest finished with her blouse buttons and shoved the front of both blouse and coat back from her shoulders revealing the mouth-watering perfection of her torso, the unblemished, clear creamy golden skin and the high, full and unfathomably pert breasts.
Segen couldn’t help but laugh, first at the expression on his face at the sight of her upper body and then at the voracious speed with which he buried his face against her immaculate bosom.
“How long are you going to make me wait for this big monster cock, Master Priest?”
She goaded him as she rubbed and squeezed harder and more roughly at the meat that was almost horizontal now, even under the heavy fabric of his cassock. She giggled as he feasted ravenously on her breasts, trying to draw as much of her flesh - nipple, areola and breast - into his mouth as he could.
He chewed on her bosom and his response was muffled and barely decipherable.
“So ready yourself, girl! Peel off those nice revealing trousers and haul your master’s meat out for your pleasure.”
They had to separate to strip, much to the Priest’s impatience and chagrin, and Segen needed the use of both her hands to strip off her trousers and boots and then to help haul of the priest’s cassock, though he wore nothing beneath it other than a pair of sandals. As she deposited her boots and clothing on one of the pews further away from the entrance where they once again met up, Segen noticed that there were rhythmic wet thumps of rainfall on the rooftiles over her head. Light so far, but promising a heavier downpour to come.
Finally, they were naked and ready and the Priest, after gazing at the youthful perfection that stood before him for a long moment, finally broke his self-induced hypnosis and took over once again. As he reached for her, pulling her fiercely against his bloated pasty, hairy nakedness, Segen was halfway surprised that he hadn’t already changed into a more amorphous multi-tentacle-cock-blob the way most Makai chose to when they fucked her. This one remained a priest, just sporting an altogether prodigious erect cock, as long and thick as her forearm, and pair of testicles that were each as big as hand grenades.

The demonic priest grinned widely, immersed in his own simmering lust. This newly appeared human girl was sumptuous to behold and there was something entirely sexual about her that he found utterly irresistible. The nuns had been adequate to slake his insatiable appetites so far but this girl, inextricably, seemed to promise a whole new level of gratification.
Wasting no time, he grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg high over her head, keeping the knee locked and the foot pointed straight up at the vaulted ceiling so that he was forcing her to perform a full vertical-splits. It didn’t seem to be a position she struggled with, unlike many of the nuns who had proved themselves virtually impossible to satisfy him in the way he required.
Encircling her slender though strongly muscled waist with his other hand, the palm and fingers clamping tight onto one of her lovely young buttocks, the priest held the girl tight, cinching her firmly against his pasty bulk and then pushed the bloated crown of his erection at the soft pink of her desire-swollen pussy lips.
Her entrance spread under the pressure of his solid helmet though the elasticity was unforgiving and he had to brace her securely against him and push hard to force her to accommodate his girth. She let out a long exhale of breath, not quite a moan, as he forced his no longer human cock inside her tight orifice. Once he was securely inside her pussy, he switched his angle so he was facing her more fully, her upraised leg locked against the slab of his shoulder, releasing one hand that he could put to her throat, push fingers into her mouth or knead her succulent breasts and pull and twist her nipples.
He enjoyed this position, it kept her completely under his control and at his mercy. It had her completely exposed to his desire. Her thighs and pussy spread as wide as possible in order to accommodate his unnatural size, and ensured that the girl was unable to close her legs or make any attempt to impede his pursuit of carnal pleasure.
This was after all, the number one reason to visit the human Realm. There were just so many humans, so many potential sources with which to satisfy the near insatiable libidinous needs that demons had to contend with.
He could feel the priest still, within as well as without. The flesh a coat that he wore while the person inside was still there, at least until absorption and replacement was concluded, then the memories would remain but as part of the Makai, the human himself would not.
He held the girl tight, ramming into her fucking faster and harder with each pelvic slam, her juices pouring down his solid burning hot shaft, her lithe and delectably ripe little body driving him on, drawing more and more pleasure from his core.
All the while, trapped within, the priest begged him for answers, and preyed and preyed. Strength and conviction battled with terror and shame and guilt. Half interested, the demon scoured the priest’s mind looking at his memories and his fears at the sources of his terror.
This concept of Satan and Hell and the word demon. Of course, somehow, maybe a kind of psychic link - images of the demon Realm and certain Makai had seeped through into the human mind and created the concepts of Hell and devils and monsters. So, it was no surprise that the priest was understanding his own enslavement by such a demon through the prism of his own belief system. It was interesting.
The demon spoke to the priest, half mocking mental torture, half a kind of psychological curiosity. He related a lack of God and Satan and that his concepts of Hell and Devils and demons were born of misunderstanding. He even postulated that the garden of Eden may have been psychic seepage of the beast Realm, that was almost completely a naturalistic heaven. A land of trees and waterfalls and mountains and valleys. The priest in his desperation and despair railed against the demon’s hypothesising. Screaming in his despair of the Father of Lies and repeating something about John 8:44.
It bored the demon so instead he left the mind of the priest to decay and be absorbed. Instead, he drew his full attention back to sensory pinnacle of pleasure of fucking this divine young girl.
Of course, he was well aware and had been from the start, that he was never going to last long, not after his minutes-earlier use of the nuns had brought him so close to his glorious climax.
And now with this girl proving to be a hundred-fold improvement on the previous experience, his lusts, already simmering on the verge of exploding were now beyond that, and ready to unleash their ultimate expression of gratification. Incapable of biding his time or attempt to control his lust in order to draw out that sweet moment prior to orgasm, the demon went all out, increasing his pace, his grip and his strength on the girl. Semiconsciously he felt surprise that he hadn’t already broken her lovely body in his fervour.
She was moaning and whimpering, her brows raised high, pretty mouth open wide, lips slick with flecks of saliva. Sweat glistening in her hair was having a strange effect, making the already blueness to the black lighten and spread even further. He stared at her face, thought he saw that her canine teeth appeared to have lengthened and pointed. Her eyes suddenly turned a startling blue and her body started to stiffen and arch to his frantic thrusts.
But then his orgasm broke, like an explosive. He felt his big heavy balls contract like a spasming muscle. His erection bunched, straining and bulging, stretching the slick, well lubricated walls of the girl’s sensational pussy and then there was a weighty and powerful and protracted belch of his scalding, demonic seed. And it was wonderful.
Segen cursed in shock and annoyance as she felt the Makai’s cum geyser into her, with all the force of a heavyweight punch to her guts. But there was nothing she could do but take it.
Makai climaxes, though she hadn’t been on the end of very many herself, were nothing like the sad dribbles from human males or the more emotionally flavoured orgasms of her own race, they were massive, plentiful and powerful and seemed to never end.
The first extended burst, of a score or more in total, was a pressurised spray of raw-egg consistency spunk that was milky white in colour and yet so hot that it steamed close to scalding. The dirty monster dumped load after load into her and she groaned as her lower abdomen began to bulge visibly. She reached down, grabbing the pulsating root, too thick to grip properly in her small fist and dug her nails in, hauling the tumescent shaft down and her own body up until she managed to haul herself off it and a flurry of his uncomfortably hot seed raced out of her like projectile vomit.
Of course, there was still a good half dozen or more gouts to come before his inflated balls were emptied. So, the shaft, like a firehose waved about and sent more of the seemingly endless eruptions all over her naked body, and the demon himself and the old stones of the church floor. One heady ejaculation even went straight up, and the intense pressure was so much that it came within a foot or two of the church’s ceiling, going so far as to strike one of the lightbulbs, the pressure enough to shatter the glass.
“Holy fuck!”
Segen coughed violently, her face, hair and open mouth glugged up with the stuff that rained down on her.
“That is fucking vile!”
She forced herself to swallow the heavy mouthful in order to curse. The Makai just laughed, his orgasm finally down to a pronounced dribble that poured from his finally wilting cock head. It reminded Segen of the time she had left the bath running.
She was mad as hell, firstly because the demon had beaten her to her orgasm and secondly that her pussy, ass, thighs, calves and even her feet were coated with the thick oozing gloop, that was already starting to cool. And when it cooled it often took on the consistency of runny porridge.
Taking him by surprise, Segen slapped the demon hard, knocking him senseless to the cum-saturated floor of the church. The mostly human form, lay there on his back, insensible, dazed.
Segen snarled as she grabbed the wilting shaft of the thick cock and worked at it hard, using her hands to tug hardness back into it and then her lips and tongue and intense superhuman suction. In less than five seconds it was back at full stretch, harder and thicker and more bloated than ever. Then she sat herself on it, impaling her pussy on the immense pole and rode that demon cock like a bronco, slamming her buttocks into his fleshy hips with all the speed and power she could gather. In seconds his flesh was visibly bruising and she had inflicted numerous micro-fractures in his pelvic bone through the sheer aggressive intensity of her cowgirl power-fucking.
The demon started to return to some semblance of awareness a second before Segen climaxed and it was just enough time for the demon to register the almighty build-up of preterhuman sexual energy that this lovely young girl was impossibly generating. And then Segen’s orgasm peaked and the demon’s human disguise was rent asunder in a flash. Enveloped in her suddenly expanding sphere of plasmafied chi, his torso and limbs were all but eviscerated and spattered across ten square feet in a micro-second.
She levered herself up out of her squat and shook herself. Her orgasm had been somewhat pulled, its potential severity restricted, only half of the sexual energy extended outwards. Therefore, some larger pieces of the priest’s body had survived. Segen recognised a foot, a forearm and hand and section of ribcage and covering pectoral, the creamy yellow of the fat visible beneath the mostly peeled away skin. And the head.
All at once, she noticed that the priest’s big, hefty cock was still inside her and she casually reached up between her thighs and hauled the arms-length of phallic meat out of her.
It wriggled and writhed in her fist with a strange alien life of its own. It was no surprise to Segen. It would have settled inside the Priest’s urethral channel, hidden within the penis and started the absorption process from there.
She flipped the distended cock over and rooted around in the severed end, fingering around in the urethra channel until she found what she was looking for. A foot-long serpent, dark pink in colour, fleshy in texture, with a recognisable face, wide thin-lipped mouth, bright yellow eyes, and slits for nostrils. A demonic worm.
A Makai, it was fully sentient and vaguely intelligent as the lowest of the demon race could be, and consumed by the same carnal needs the rest. Though it was commonly understood that the worms were somewhere between the lowest kind of Makai and a foetal form.
Good. Now maybe she could get some answers.
She sat on the floor in the middle of the mushed-up pool of gore and clotting spunk with the priest’s half exenterated head in one hand and the demon worm, half coiled around her arm, in the other. She shoved the worm into the head and held it in place. The head shifted its muscles and then, following a moment of twitching and a little wet cough, became suddenly reanimated. Alive.
The priest, idioms, personality, mannerisms reappeared in the severed head, as though his soul had once again taken charge. Its voice was a hacking, gurgling gravelly whisper but he communicated effectively enough for Segen’s needs.
“Holy hell that was a good fuck…” He started, looking around. “Oh, baby…!”
It caught sight of Segen, naked and blood and cum covered. He eyed her figure with distinctly demonic lasciviousness, the slow up and down of a lust-filled gaze. Segen rolled her eyes and flicked it firmly on the tip of his bulbous nose. It reacted with what could have been a sneeze and then its eyes refocussed on the girl’s beautiful, piercing gaze.
“You’re a beast-girl, aren’t you? You’re definitely no human…”
She didn’t respond at first, wanting to assess the level of damage the worm itself might have suffered.
“You’re obviously pretty damn powerful, that really fucking hurt! So, what’s your name? I feel like I should know who you are…”
“Amanomegumi.”
“Holy fuck! The Amano sister?!”
His eyes bulged so much one of them almost fell out of its socket. The skull must be at least partially smashed.
“How the hell did I survive? Hey! That means I won the bet!”
He was referring to the standing wager among those of the demon Realm, in relation to fucking Megumi Amano and coming before her would mean permanent possession and enslavement would be possible.
“Sure… You won… Definitely…” She said, dripping with sarcasm, looking down at the thick wet smear that had once been his half-absorbed human body.
“I take it you have questions, and that I’ll die if I don’t answer them?”
“Yep. What are you doing here? What is your kind doing here? And what does the human called Munhihausen have to do with you?”
“Short and to the point…”
“Just like your answers are going to be.”
“Fine. We were brought in with O-Raijuki, of the Triumvirate’s second tier-cycle. We follow his instructions, that’s more or less it. I was left here; I don’t know why. To keep my eyes and ears open I’m guessing, I was told to have fun and maintain the reality of the village, and that I’d be relieved in good time. Your human Professor I’m not sure about. He’s working with O-Raijuki building something which is powered by human energy… He’s gathering compatible females for it… That’s all I know…”
“A Triumvirate tier-cycle? What’s that? I’ve heard of the demon Triumvirate: Three Lords, the hierarchy second only to the Queen of your Realm.”
“No, no. Only Lord Suikakujyu is the permanent member of the triumvirate. He is our Royal Majesty’s Champion. The other two positions revolve. They’re occupied for a set amount of time and then given over the next two… There’s O-Raijuki….”
Segen interrupted him.
“I don’t care about those others, unless they’re involved too.”
The priest, somehow shook his head.
“There’s just Lord O-Raiujki.”
“And why had he got involved in the first place?”
“Dunno… I’m just a lowly vassal.”
“I suppose I believe you.” Segen sighed, reluctantly accepting the demon’s assertion. “And you don’t seem the type to have the ear of your lord. How many of you worms were brought here?”
“I don’t know… Ten? A dozen, maybe? …You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Of course, I can’t have you taking over one of those nuns and revealing my presence to your masters.”
“You could send me back to my own Realm…?”
She took a half second to dismiss that idea. Why would she put herself at risk of being cornered and overwhelmed by a hundred demons just to save the life of one mere worm?
“I’ve killed tons of demons vastly superior to you for doing a lot less.” She shrugged. “Besides, I can’t let the news get out that you came before me, can I…?
“But I did come before you! I won the bet! Surely that stands for something…?”
“You cheated! You’d been fucking those nuns! You were already most of the way there when you started with me. It doesn’t count!”
The priest’s face sagged in defeat and sorrow. Tears spilled from his eyes and he pouted, lower lip quivering. Unfazed, Segen hauled the worm out from within the human skull and then decapitated it with a sudden pull-twist. She discarded the head and body onto the mass of spunk and gore on the ground and then headed straight for the vestry.

Of the two nuns who had been receiving the demon priest’s attention, one was now curled up on the floor clutching her abdomen while she wept and shivered, seemingly oblivious to everything but her own suffering. Masses of fluids, demon spunk, and her own multiple secretions had pooled thickly between and over her legs. She also appeared to have vomited a gut full of spunk over herself too. The other was on her hands and knees and was also vomiting white stuff heavily onto the rug beneath her.
Segen glanced over at the two of them, who didn’t seem to register her appearance and then marched over to the floor-length crimson drapes and hauled them aside on their greased wooden rail. There was an alcove behind within which were six more nuns, kneeing on the bare floorboards and staring up at her with looks of sheer terror. Only half of them were still fully dressed though all of them had their wrists and ankles bound with ropes - which on closer inspection had also been bound to each other, so none of them were capable of standing or stretching their legs.
“Answer my questions and I’ll free you all.” Segen said.
Unsure of how much they might know or understand, she decided on a straight forwards approach.
“What happened to you all?” She asked.
“A few days ago, I think, it’s hard to know… It could have been a day…” One of them started only to falter.
“We heard a banging on the door of our cloister. It’s up in the hills about a mile from here to the northeast...”
Another of the young ones took up the tale, though in a fast and high-pitched rabbiting language. Somewhere between in shock and hysterical. A nudge by a slender shoulder silenced her.
“Sister.” One of the other nuns said in a calming tone. “Let sister Freida tell it.”
“Okay, sister… I’m sorry.”
“Wait…” Another Nun began, with and altogether different tone. “Child… Is it not your Christian duty to aid us when our distress is so obvious? Untie us at once, I beg you!”
The beg was voiced very much like a demand and it rankled Segen. Her response was a frown and the beginning of a staring match. While their eyes bore into each other, Segen recognised that the rainfall outside was growing stronger, aided by a rising wind.
“I’m not Christian…” She said, only to be interrupted.
“Why are you naked? Have you suffered the at the hands of that devil, too? Yet there is blood on you…”
This particular nun, one of the fully clothed, was older and appeared calmer than the others, more in control of her faculties. Segen hadn’t failed to notice that all of these women were beautiful, in face or body or both. And she had no illusions of this being the reason they were still alive.
“I’ve dealt with your devil...” Segen replied, sharpening and raising her voice. “…Hence the blood. I’m naked because I didn’t want to ruin my clothes and as you can see, I am a little mucky… And you’ll either answer my questions without interrupting or I’ll force you all to lick this filth off me and you won’t be allowed to rest until I’m satisfied by the state of my cleanliness.”
Her rebuke and threat shocked and silenced them all. Segen held her gaze on the older woman.
“Now, what happened to you?”
The woman was pale skinned and slender with large brown eyes, a small angular nose and a wide mouth with naturally pouting lips. A lock of long slightly wavy brown hair had come loose and was hanging out from the edge of her wimple. Though devoid of makeup or personal grooming, she was a natural beauty, possible forty in human years and apparently the eldest here. Though determining the age of humans was not a skill Segen would admit to possessing expertise in. The nun held the naked girl’s stare for another moment and then lowered her eyes and let out a defeated sigh.
“The mother superior, was called because a couple of the sisters heard a banging on the cloisters’ main entrance. It was late at night so I accompanied her along with another senior member of the order. We opened the door to a platoon of soldiers, who forced their way inside without invitation.”
“They were our own men, too. I couldn’t believe it! The way we were treated!” One of the others interrupted.
However, she was immediately silenced with a look from one of her sisters and a ‘hush’ and shoulder-barge from another. The older nun went on.

“We were all rounded up in the refectory and made to line up. Firstly, we were split into the young and old. And then some scientist or doctor type took readings of the younger sisters with some kind of device and we were separated again.”
And then the soldiers lined up… and shot… all of the older sisters… all seventeen of our beloved sisters… massacred… before our eyes.”
She began to weep at the memory, her shoulders shaking, and she was accompanied in her grief by most of the other nuns. Though the eldest maintained a degree of decorum and self-control that had Segen almost impressed.
“What happened next?”
Another of the nuns took over. An attractive, round faced woman with glasses and a lush, curvy figure, she was one of the women who had been left naked.
“Three of our number seemed to interested the Professor and he had then dragged off. The rest of us were handed over to the soldiers. We were all raped at least once, sometimes numerous times. It went on until the Professor issued instructions for them to move out, well over an hour. We were all forced onto one truck while those three sisters who had been singled out by the Professor went on another. We were driven here and handed over to Father Stanz.”
“We assumed that the Lord Almighty had stepped in to aid us, but we soon learned that we had been left in the hands of a devil-spawn from Hell.” The eldest nun spat, picking up the narrative again.
“And from then on, you all got fucked a lot.” Segen commented, very matter-of-fact and devoid of compassion.
The women blushed and lowered their heads, some wept and shivered at the memories. All except for the elder nun, who simply stared back at Segen and nodded her head.
“A lot.” She confirmed defiantly.
“You all have demon seed in you?”
“All of us…” The nun replied, still holding Segen’s gaze.
She seemed to have a sense that this was bad news, even more than any perceived sin.
“Hmm… Any of you not got demon spunk in you? Won’t matter which hole it was dumped in…”
“No. We are all tainted by this sin… This evil.”
“Too bad…” Segen ran a hand through her hair, before sharing the bad news.
“…The spunk has a nasty side effect on humans. And it won’t be long before you all start to overheat. It works a little like a narcotic you see, makes you need more and more and all the while it’s changing you inside, making you a compatible host… A slave to a Makai. But if you don’t get a constant resupply you basically die.”
“Is there no cure…? Sister? Holy water? Prayer…? Sister?” One of the youngest sisters asked, huge wet eyes staring at the elder nun’s wimple.
“Is there?” the Elder nun asked Segen.
“Enough Jyujin spunk can negate the effects eventually, but I’m the only Jyujin around here and obviously…” she indicated the femininity visible between her luscious thighs. “…I’m not equipped.”
“So… What can we do…? Sister?” The round faced, bespectacled nun asked.
“We pray! We prey to our Lord for salvation. We have obviously erred and must pray for forgiveness.” The elder nun insisted.
To Segen, the woman’s obvious lack of faith in a positive outcome, was concealed behind a grim determination, a heartfelt attempt to put on a brave face for her sisters and their continued sanity.
“I’ll cut you free.” Segen said, stepping forward and leaning over the elder nun and reaching for the ropes.
She was aware of globules of the priest’s decimated body, as well as plenty of his congealed semen was dripping off her onto the women as she leaned over each to break apart the rope bonds of each with her bare hands, as easy for her as breaking cotton thread. She could hear the rain outside was now hammering dully on the roof and the window beside her.
“I think I’ll go outside into that rain and wash this crap off me. Maybe you should all go down into the village and find somewhere comfortable for the night.”
Her job done, Segen headed for the door, but then as she swung the heavy wooden panel open, she was gripped by the upper arm. She turned to once again find herself eye to eye with the elder nun.
“How long do we have?” The nun asked in a low tone.
“A day? It’s not exactly pleasant either, I’d suggest poison. Or douse yourselves in alcohol, numb yourselves to it.” Segen replied, matching the nun’s volume.
“To take our own lives would be a mortal sin.” Came the determined reply. “We must take this trial with our heads held high.”
“Up to you.” Segen replied with a shrug.
She left them to it and walked out into the violent rain that was now deafening in its ferocity, pelting viciously on the little town. She stood beneath it, arms and legs spread and her face uplifted to the black clouds of the heavens and allowed the rain to wash the vile and sticky leftovers from her body.
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Urotsukidoji - Overfiend ‘44: The Hell Portal.