Blasphemia II: Deus Vult Pt. 01

"You did well to dispatch this threat," the Archbishop said. "Your skills in combat continue to be one of the things I can rely upon the most."

"Thank you, Archbishop."

"I will have to confer with His Holiness tomorrow." The Archbishop rubbed his palms together, clenching and unclenching his fingers in visible frustration. "We may have to step up our efforts. This seems like the precursor to something big." He fixed her with an arch glare. "Perhaps what happened a year ago was merely a taste of what is to come."

Judith swallowed but said nothing. She preferred not to be reminded of the incident.

"Are you feeling sound, Judith?" The Archbishop's glasses caught the light for a moment, flashing like a flare of holy light. "No remnant of what was done to you?"

Judith looked down at her left arm, to the cloth bandages wrapped tight around the lower part of her bicep. "No, Archbishop. My mind is sound and my purpose clear."

"Any more dreams?"

Every time I close my eyes. "Only of the carnage I have witnessed these past months, Archbishop."

If he noticed the tiny pause in her response, the Archbishop didn't say anything. "That's good to hear, Judith. I had faith what was done to you could be reversed. Your abilities are beyond most Templars, and I feel they will become increasingly necessary in time. You both are dismissed. Go with God."

"Go with God," both Judith and Luca said.

Judith rose from her seat and padded out of the Archbishop's office, already thinking about what she would do next. Shower first, then coffee, then the gym, then perhaps-

"Paladin, wait."

Judith turned. Luca stood in the hallway behind her. He wrung his hands in front of him, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "What is it?" Judith asked, a bit more snappy than she intended.

Luca took a deep breath. "I read the report. Your testament of what happened at Saint Bethany's."

Judith had spared little detail in her accounting of the whole thing to the Vatican's archivists, no matter how lurid or debasing. She had hoped vocalizing it all would help her move past it, as if excising a cancer from her being. So far, the effort hadn't paid off. "And?" she asked, half-turning towards him.

"Almost ten brandings with a thrall rune, including one that by all accounts should've lobotomized you. Duels with a demon and a succubus. An encounter with the Prince of Darkness himself."

Here it came. The condemnation, just like everyone else. The insistence that she couldn't be trusted because of her brush with darkness. Judith had few people before Saint Bethany's she could even call acquaintances, owing to her nature as a Nephilim. But after her return and the spread of her ordeal, most had decided she couldn't be trusted. She knew that even the Archbishop harbored doubts, but only her ability to dispatch monsters with impunity kept her in his good graces. Should she project any hint of faltering, she would have nowhere left to go.

"I think it's a testament to the strength of your faith that you were able to recover from such an ordeal," Luca said. "The Lord must have a special plan in mind for you to have harbored you through your trial there."

Judith opened her mouth to answer, then shut it again. She turned away from him, fighting to keep her hands from clenching. "You flatter me," she said after a moment. "I know what the Lord's plan for me is." She raised her head. "I am a weapon in his service. What I went through at Saint Bethany's was merely a tempering, a whetstone to sharpen my purpose. Nothing more."

Luca shifted. "As you say..."

"Good night," Judith managed. SHe strode away from him, her bootsteps echoing off the tile in the hallway.

Judith's quarters were in a small sequestered section of the Sanctum Templar, a tiny space about the size of the dorm rooms she had grown familiar with on her assignment abroad. The room was spartan, the walls bare save for a crucifix above her bed. Next to it was a small desk with a Bible on it, open to the Psalms. A wardrobe held her small amount of clothing next to the aperture to her tiny bathroom.

Celerity and it's sheath went on a peg by the door. From there, Judith moved into the bathroom, stripping out of her armor as she went. Some templars preferred the armor of the knights of old, heavy plate to compliment their broadswords. Judith's fighting style demanded more mobility, and as such her armor was crafted from high-quality, flexible black leather stenciled with Scripture. The words placed wards upon the material, allowing it to be resistant to damage and compliment her natural abilities.

The chestpiece and leggings went into a pile by the door, leaving Judith in only her thin underthings.The cotton undershirt was ratty and torn, and the men's boxers had a hole in the thigh, both reeking of sweat and exertion. Those went too, leaving Judith naked in front of the mirror. There she could see the litany of her life upon her skin: the words tattooed on her arm that allowed her to make her faith manifest, scars from training, scars from missions, dozens of them. The gauze around her bicep came off with a few short motions, revealing the only rune she couldn't hide with her armor. The demonic thrall rune still gave her a slight headache to look at, despite the holy seal atop it as a countermeasure. Every one of the places she'd been branded by those damned demons had had to be dealt with. Judith had bitten down on a piece of white oak as the seals were applied. The pain had been nothing short of agonizing, but cleansing all the same.

She ran fingers through her short hair as the shower warmed up, making sure no bits of monster were still tangled in it. Satisfied, she turned and stepped under the spray, feeling her muscles relax as the hot water ran over them.

Judith stayed under the shower until the water started to get cold, then shut it off. After toweling off, she went to her wardrobe and picked out an old shirt and shorts. Even here in this tiny space that was all her own, being naked left her feeling vulnerable. Judith sat down on the bed and rubbed at her face, exhaustion from her fight crashing down on her.

No. Got to get coffee. Stay awake. Judith started to rise, but her body overrode even her prodigious will. It had been almost three days since she'd slept. Five minutes wouldn't hurt.

She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Grass rustled under her bare feet as Judith walked through the silent forest, softer than it had any right to be. The air was cool and peaceful, the trees around her silent save for the whisper of the wind through the leaves. Out of the corner of her eye, Judith saw a doe raise it's head from grazing before turning and padding off into moonlit darkness. It was as serene a scene as could be imagined.

God damn it. Not again.

The clearing was ahead of her, as it always was. In that moment, Judith became acutely aware of her nudity, striding through the forest like Eve. Her rosy nipples were stiff in the cool air, the slight breeze winding between her legs and raising goosebumps on the inside of her thighs. Every sense was hyperaware, and if it weren't for the setting, now familiar, she would never have guessed she was dreaming.

She emerged from the trees, padding along the grass into the center of the clearing. She looked down at her bare feet, watching her toes flex against the grass beneath them. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath.

When she opened them again, they were there, just as they always were.

At first it had been just one. Once it had been almost ten. Tonight, it seemed, her tormentor was taking some pity on her, and had only sent three spectres to her. The shades took the form of bipedal wolf-men, just as naked as she was. Fur as soft as cashmere shone in the moonlight, while dark eyes looked down upon her with neutral expressions. They were muscled like the finest statues of antiquity, and just the sight of those lines made Judith want to jam her tongue in the grooves so she could see how they tasted.

She looked up into the lead one's eyes. Tonight his fur was a deep russet, a regal color shot through with streaks of silver. His companions were gold and white respectively, and Judith felt their presence against her back. She fought the all-consuming desire to look down at what was between their legs - that which she craved the most.

"Why do you torment yourself so and deny us?" Russet said, his voice a sinuous rumble that seemed to burrow directly into her ear and trace a path straight to her groin.

"You know why." Judith shifted her weight to her other foot.

"If you were able to resist us, we would let you go," he said gently. "But you know deep down what your heart desires."

Judith looked down. The shade's cock bobbed pendulously between his legs, long, pink, and tapered. Two heavy balls hung just below it, and the sight of it all made her mouth water like she hadn't eaten in days.

"Destroy me," Judith pleaded. It would be so easy if they were rough with her, if they violated her. That she could fight back against. But they were perfectly crafted to her deepest, darkest desires, and they never forced themselves upon her. She was just utterly helpless to resist - no, she was weak, weak enough that the temptations of the flesh still had a hold on her, with a compulsory need to chase the vestiges of the high she'd experienced at Saint Bethany's. The damn succubus had seen to that.

Russet placed his heavy paws on her body, his soft fur sending tingles through her body as he caressed her bare skin. "No," he said. "We will make you whole again."

Judith made a soft noise, and her will to resist crumbled. She folded herself against Russet, seeking his muzzle with her lips. A moment later, she felt his companions against her back, their paws joining their leader's in roaming her body. She felt a hard cock poke her in the leg, and took it in hand eagerly, gasping at how hot it was underneath her fingers. One of them was already getting handsy, or maybe two of them, paws cupping and squeezing her breasts and another slipping between her legs. She spread herself wider, allowing a blunt claw to tease along the folds of her labia.

She tore herself away from Russet's muzzle and fell to her knees in front of him, pressing her face against his cock to she could lathe it with her tongue. Musk richer than any spice flooded her senses, making her head spin as she licked and sucked on the offering in front of her. Her hands sought something to grasp, and eventually wrapped around Gold and White's pulsing lengths. They had no names to speak of, so she always simply thought of them in terms of their fur color.

Russet growled in appreciation as she tended to him, her breath fanning out over his groin as her licks grew sloppy. Judith didn't care anymore. Her mind was filled with basic animal lust, the only commands she was able to heed anymore being simple and base. Suck. Kiss. Lick. Crave. Worship. That last one made her soul ache, but in this place, she couldn't deny it. Out there, she bowed before the splendor and majesty of God. In here, in this place, she venerated a more base being. Or beings.

Judith's entire body felt hot, sweat beginning to bead on her skin. She moved from Russet to Gold, lathering him with her tongue. Russet knelt down on the grass, his paw probing at the slick heat between her legs. He crooked a finger into her sex, the blunt claw on the end of it hitting that sweet spot. Judith moaned into Gold's groin, squeezing White's cock between her fingers.

"Do you still deny your desires?" Russet murmured in her ear.

By way of answer, Judith broke away from them, putting her weight on her hands and knees on the grass. She thrust her rump into the air, feeling no shame about how depraved an act it was.

The motion caused the mood in the clearing to shift immediately, the air becoming thick with energy as the shades glimpsed their prize. Gold pounced on her first, his claws sparking electric currents through her skin as he dragged them down her sides. His bulk pressed against her back, and a feeling of helplessness crashed down on Judith. There was no other feeling in the world that got her as horny.

Then the shade was pressing against her, then into her, his cock parting her pussy lips with ease. Judith cried out in joy as she was filled the brim, Gold's thick heat swelling to press against every spot she had. They were made to drive her wild, created with the express purpose of being the most desirable things to the deepest recesses of her mind. Even flagellation couldn't purge such basic human desires from her. They were wolfmen because she craved otherworldly pleasure. Their fur was soft because she craved sensory overload. They fucked her on all fours because that was how she liked it most.

Soft gold fur tingled against her back as Gold mounted her fully, beginning to thrust inside her with deep rolls of his hips. Judith didn't need to be silent, didn't want to be. A part of her wondered if maybe, just maybe, she screamed in pleasure loud enough she could wake herself up, or at the very least purge these desires from her soul. So she cursed and moaned, groaned and sighed as the shade fucked her. But the noises only seemed to drive it further, which in turn made it feel all the better, until Judith was practically limp against the ground, her body shuddering through orgasm after orgasm.

When Gold huffed out a breath and came inside her, it filled her with all the warmth of the divine. But nothing could be further from it. The wolfman's cock pulsed and shuddered deep inside her, filling her to the brim as he growled in satisfaction. He slipped out of her, and Judith caught her breath for a moment.

Then paws grabbed at her and pulled her along the grass. Russet was lying on his back, White close at hand. He lined up Judith with his own thick length. "Give it to me," she begged him. "Please, I want it in me..."

He obliged her, filling the void in her slick pussy with his own length. Judith howled in ecstasy, her body moving of its own accord to ride the wolf. Her hips bucked and slapped against his own, keeping as much of that wondrous, thick cock inside her as possible. Strong paws crossed her chest after a moment, and she felt White move against her back. His own cock probed at the tight ring of her ass.

Out there, there would need to be preparation done for this. In here, there was no such thing. White slid in as easily as if he were claiming her cunny, and when he was hilted inside her, Judith was well and truly gone. Being pinned between the two strong forms of the shades was her favorite place to be in all of Creation, she couldn't deny it. And when they two started working in tandem, one pulling out while the other thrust in, there was nothing to do but hang on, pray for forgiveness, and enjoy every instant of otherworldly bliss the act brought her.

"God..." she breathed, the word making White squeeze her tits roughly.

"He is not here in this place," Russet growled as he bucked up into her. "The only God here is pleasure."

Judith knew she such words should sent her into a frenzy of divine wrath, but she couldn't deny the sensations coursing through her, sparking anew with every thrust from the pair of wolfmen. There was no way this ecstasy could originate from anything that didn't have the spark of the divine. She held onto her wolves, embraced them, writhed with them as one. When Gold recovered and rejoined them, she accepted him into her mouth again, sucking greedily. Even after Russet and White spent themselves inside her, it wasn't the finale of their act, just merely the end of the beginning.

Time held no meaning in the clearing as Judith debased herself with the wolves, taking them in every possible way she could with no breaks in between. She was insatiable, accepting their otherworldly stain without the slightest hesitation or regret. In the moment, the enjoyment of the act was all that she could think of, pressing against them, flexing her strength and feeling them push back against her in a mating give and take as old as humankind. It predated the Church, predated the idea that it was to be denied. Judith knew it lurked in the hearts of all humankind. It was the greatest temptation, and she knew her soul grew more tainted with every one of her body-quivering orgasms, every rope of the seed that burst inside her body.

But she was Nephilim. Already half-damned anyway.

When she was finally finished, she lay there panting on the grass, feeling the breeze caress her belly and dry the sweat on her scratched, tender skin. Warm cum leaked from between her legs, but there was nobody around to bear witness to her shame. Only the Lord, if he could even see into this place.

Gold and White were already gone, vanished into immaterial as fast as they'd appeared. Only Russet remained, sitting by her side and stroking her side with his paw. This, to her rational mind, was even worse than rutting with them. The tenderness the leader always showed in the aftermath made her heart swell the same way prayer did. That was even more a betrayal of her oaths as a Templar than her being passed around like a fucktoy.

"Why do you tempt me?" Judith asked.

"I don't understand the question," Russet said.

Judith stared at the trees on the edge of the clearing. "I'm not talking to you."

"Ah."

There was a light breeze, and Russet's paw vanished from her side. Judith sighed, her eyes flicking to the path out of the clearing. When she walked down it, she would wake up in the real world. She sat up, hugging her arms across her chest as she prepared to get to her feet.

"You were talking to me."

Judith froze. That voice. That damned voice. Memories crashed down on her: a fight across the quad of the university, being trapped in her own mind, breaking free only to be trapped again, freedom again, then unimaginable, terrible power. She shot to her feet and turned around, dropping into a combat stance out of reflex. Her lip curled. "You."

Filia looked like she had the last time Judith had seen her, before Satan himself had teleported her out of another dimension back to the university grounds naked in the middle of a squad of law enforcement. The succubus had evolved to a higher form owing to her siphoning lust off an entire college campus, growing taller and bustier. Her skin was a pale pink, her hair silvery-white. To Judith's surprise, she wasn't naked. Instead the succubus wore a set of black armor with a plunging neckline that pushed her cleavage up, so it was more a compromise than anything else.

But her eyes were still confident and cocksure, and the mere sight of them was enough to infuriate Judith. She willed Celerity into her hand, but the sword was nowhere to be found. She cursed herself - she was still in the dream!

"Getting tired of the my wolf boys?" Filia asked, sauntering towards Judith across the clearing. "Have a pressing need for something a little more Sapphic?"

"In your dreams," Judith growled, trying to figure out what she could fight back with.

"Guess I need to make a few of the wolfmen wolf-ladies," Filia said, stopping a ways away from Judith. "But that's a matter for another time."

"Why are you here?" Judith said. "What do you want?"

"You asked for me, and here I am?" Filia spread her arms wide. "Did you miss me?"

Judith lunged at the succubus, but her fist went right through Filia as if she was made of mist. "You being here has to be connected to the attacks!"

Filia remained stationary, but turned her head and cocked an eyebrow. "Attacks? Excuse me?"

"Don't play dumb with me!" Judith threw a haymaker, but it had the same effect as her first attempt.

"First of all, rude," Filia said. "Second of all, I have no idea what you're talking about. Third of all..." Her arm blurred through the air, and Judith felt a cold chill as the succubus's impossibly strong hand wrapped around her arm. "The boys are going to mount you like a bitch in heat next time you fall asleep," she hissed.