Flirting with Sin Ch. 01

On all fours, Alison's muscular limbs were primed to pounce on me like a rat caught in a trap. Right as she sprung I desperately fired the magnum--the bullet bounced off the stone floor and ripped through her side, sending her tumbling in a thrashing mass of limbs.

I split the limb holding me in twine and black ooze spray all over my robe. As I hit the ground, several more appendages came darting after me. Suddenly Lightsbane felt heavier--I glanced at it to find the blade growing, curving, the hilt elongating to support it. It had become the shape of a scythe, the curve razor sharp, hot to the touch and burning with a violence so intense I felt it overtake me.

With the scythe-sword in hand, I cut straight down an appendage come grasping for me, the two halves flopping back and forth as I split them, the black ooze splattering all over the ground. Lifting the scythe-sword upward I split the tentacle free, brought the blade down on three more trying to wrap around me. Steadying the magnum, I aimed for the Father floating above--when a ball of hair and claws bound into me, knocking me several feet across the room.

Alison was on all fours, hissing and spitting. Gales lowered himself, his tentacles stretched out around me. The cat demon inched toward me on her paws, the predator savoring the moment before she moved in for the kill. I felt Gales' voice penetrate my head once more, a high and mighty sneer.

"Give thanks to God in Heaven, Hunter, for His love endures forever. Give yourself up to Him, let Him absolve you of your sins."

The scythe shrunk in my grasp and the sound of many shards of metal hitting stone met my ears. Lightsbane had become a length of chain, the links retracting inside its hilt. I felt blood drip down my forehead as I tried to make sense of it.

... Blood!

The bullet casings scattered the ground around me. I held the chamber open next to my head, let the blood dribble in. Again some unseen thing, wet and slimy, traced itself over my head and my fingers trying to lap up every bit of plasma it could, and the gun became red-hot and painful to grasp.

The demoness let loose a great roar and launched from the floor, propelled by her large paws. I grasped the hilt and threw the chain toward her; a length of chain-links came clinking out of the hilt, launched by an unseen mechanism, and wrapped themselves around her limbs, her torso and her neck. She tumbled to the ground growling and gnashing her teeth, but unable to move.

With what strength I had left I raised the gun toward Gales. The blood built up within the chamber, boiling and bubbling, a ball of the plasma concentrated in the barrel. Every tentacle attached to the Father picked itself from the ground and made for me like the whole undulating room was putting forth a desperate attempt to stop me.

A mass of dark crimson launched from the gun, the force throwing me to the ground. It tore through the Father's limbs, chunks of pulsating flesh and black slime flying everywhere, and connected with his shoulder where it blew his arm-appendages and half his chest free from his corrupted form. He sank limply to the ground, striking the stone with a sickening wet thop.

Something stirred within Alison; she struggled against the chains, freeing one limb at a time until she could again move. Rather than attack me, however, she yanked me along as she dove after Father Gales' body, yowling in ear-piercing ferocity.

The cat demoness tore into him, her claws sinking into his gray pulsating flesh and ripping free chunks of black corruption. Biting and tearing and growling, she came upon a dark red organ, still beating. She sank her fangs into it, tore it from the arteries, clawed and bit at it as endless torrents of black blood poured over her jaw and chest.

"Oh, Alison... my sweet, sinful daughter. I forgive you... May the Lord have mercy on your soul..." the voice entered my head again, weak and whispering.

I approached her, gun held steady, the chains firmly in hand.

"Alison."

Slowly her head crooked around to gaze at me, her face and neck absolutely covered in gore. A low threat rumbled in her throat and her eyes were wide with distrust. Gales' heart fell from her mouth and chunks of it littered the ground. She stood and tried to pull away from me, screeching and struggling against the chains.

Pulling the hilt toward me, the chains snapped around her arms and bound them together but her legs held steady. I grabbed the chains and drew them in, inch by inch, forcing her to stumble toward me. She bit at the air and hissed; once I had her at arm's length, I pressed the barrel of the gun against her forehead.

Fangs bare, she was sucking in air like a cornered beast and glaring death into me. My finger was steady on the trigger. If I pulled it now, my hunt would be complete, my holy duty fulfilled. The Church would accept my transgressions if I paid some small penance. If I pulled the trigger, Alison would die.

I stared at her. For the briefest of moments, her face softened. She blinked, and there was something in her eyes, small and subtle and vulnerable, the same as I had seen before in another as they stared down the barrel of a gun.

Fear.

That's right, I remembered. I promised.

I drew the rosary from my pocket and showed it to her, but she merely cast a confused look at it and hissed. Holding Lightsbane's chains steady by the hilt, I slipped the rosary over her head, through her hair and let it fall to her chest.

Alison's skin sizzled where the metal touched. She let out a pained mewl and looked like she was making an effort just to stand. Yet nothing more happened--despite being visibly weakened, her corrupting demonic presence was as overpowering as ever. The terrible demon transformation Gales had forced on her was resisting the rosary's blessing. I would need to sap her strength in order for it to work... and there was only one way I could think of.

Gripping the chain, I forced her close to me. With my free arm I pulled her into my chest, her wild hair spilling over my shoulder, her breasts pressed against me. She hissed and glared at me, tried weakly to bite at my collar; I grabbed a handful of her wild auburn mane and pulled, forcing her to look up into my eyes. In those emeralds with black slits cut down their middles I saw hostility, anger, indignance--and a vulnerable little girl. I pressed my lips against hers and shoved my tongue into her mouth, probing, searching. I felt the rough texture of her tongue, tasted the heat of her breath. Her father's corrupted demonic blood was everywhere I kissed her, it was smeared between our tongues. She tried to slip away, tried to break free from my grasp, but I tightened my grip on her hair and tasted her until I had touched every corner of her mouth.

A trail of bloody saliva connected our tongues. She gasped for air. Her scowl faded to a look of confused weakness. My hand slipped from her hair, down her breast, trailing her curves. I felt along her thick, muscular thighs, her ample behind. She shuddered and let out a growl, but it soon softened into a weak mewl.

Dripping moisture, she gasped at my touch, but hissed and turned away from me. I pulled the chains binding her and forced her to face me, forced her to stand and endure as my fingers slid across her opening. She snarled in my face and lunged for my neck. I could have pulled the chain taut and choked her, but instead I let her bite me.

As her fangs sunk into my neck, I pressed my fingers into her nethers. She gasped, but still she bit down, my blood dribbling into her mouth. The pain only spurred me on--in and out I penetrated her with my touch, reaching deeper, my hand wet with her dripping honey. Her mouth fell open, meowling like a wild beast in heat. I reached into her, mercilessly rubbing the warm folds of her velvety void, and she could but cry out as I forced pleasure into her. Alison's face was a troubled mix of rage and desire; I stared into her with determined brows, silently enforcing that there was no escape.

"Tr-Trevorrr..." she whined. "I-I...!"

There was a flash of recognition for me in her eyes, fleeting and distant, before she again looked at me like she wanted nothing better than to tear my throat out. I stifled the rumbling animalistic threats coming from her throat by shoving my tongue in her mouth. The taste of my iron mixing with the corrupted blood and her saliva was dizzying; I was sampling the very corruption that fueled her terrible form and my heart was surging with excitement. I would make this unholy creature my own.

Alison's legs trembled as I rubbed the warm spots inside of her. Breaking our sloppy, bloody kiss, her head fell against my shoulder and she let out a roar that echoed down the crimson stone hallway and made my ears ring. Gasping for breath and covered in sweat, she looked up at me with quivering eyes, but her body remained the same.

The demonic beast pressed her tight form against me. Her breasts heaved against my chest. She stared at me with a frenzied primal glare that reached the deepest recesses of my instinct. She was carnal and animal, wicked and hungry. A predator's hunger.

Alison rubbed roughly against me, brushing her cheek against my jaw. Her whiskers tickled my nose. The same way she had marked me as her territory before. Lightsbane's chain snapped taut and I gripped the hilt tight and struggled to hold on; Alison tore her arms free from their constraints and her claws were at my neck and around my back. The demon pushed me to the ground and leapt on top of me.

Excited mewls and drops of saliva slipped from her lips. The tips of her razor sharp claws traced down my face, scratching just deep enough to draw blood. She balled her paws into fists against my chest and shredded my robe and undershirt, ripping them away so she could run her hands over my chest. She lashed me with her painfully prickly tongue and pressed her lower half against me, sighing hot against my neck.

Alison had me in her terrifying grasp. I was again the mouse between her claws, the juicy morsel she would play with before devouring whole. Her thick, powerful limbs held me down, the weight of her thighs enough to keep me pinned. The soft heat of the demon's body, her animal scent and the sight of her bloody fangs would have been enough to paralyze me or any mortal man, but my blood was running hot; this demon temptress's challenge made my head burn with a sinful desire. I would not lie still and let her have her way with me. Not this time.

I gripped Lightsbane and pulled; the chains yanked her arms away--but she flexed her muscles and reached out for me, clawing for my neck, her throat rumbling with excitement. Grabbing her hand and intertwining our fingers I matched my strength with hers, grunting and struggling in a vicious tussle.

The chains creaked under the force of her strength. Her arms strained, her abdominals tightened; it was everything I could do to keep her from pushing me back to the floor. I tugged Lightsbane again and threw my weight against her; the chain retracted several links into the hilt and her wrists snapped together behind her back. We tumbled to the stone floor, panting and gasping.

Alison ran her spiny tongue against my cheek. She growled at me, a purr rising from her rumbling throat. Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up and pulled her with me; I turned her around as I held the chain tight. With my chest against her back, I forced her head to the floor and held her there with Lightsbane's hilt pressed to her neck.

After a moment of fumbling with my belt with one hand, my desperately engorged member escaped my pants and fell between her cheeks. She twitched and squirmed as I primed myself against her dripping lips. Every muscle in her body tensed; I could feel her working against the chains, desperately trying to free herself. I wouldn't give her the chance. All at once I pushed into her hellish depths; a deep guttural yowl filled the demonic service room and boomed against my eardrums.

The ferocious beast below me writhed as I withdrew and then slammed back inside. I kept her pinned with my arm against her neck and her shoulders. With each thrust her body shook, she squirmed beneath me, her paws grasped at the air searching for something to desperately hold onto. Her muscular back and firm backside strained each time I hilted inside her, the demon's back arching and her body rising to match me. She breathed a troubled gasp each time, both moving with me and trying feverishly to escape.

Lowering my chest against her back I wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her close as I forced my way into her body. She shuddered and cried beneath me, trembling each time I rammed into her sinfully hot depths. Holding her tight enough to choke her, I invaded her again and again. The flesh-searing heat of her body melted away my reason; the space between the two of us was sealed, skin against skin, our bodies slick with sweat and sticky with blood.

The sinful-sweet pull of her body mixed the thoughts in my head into a mindless animalistic slurry. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to take her so roughly and completely she could no longer move or fight me. Our forms shook violently, the sounds of our wet movements and flesh striking flesh echoed off the walls. My grip on her slipped as I stopped deep inside and poured my holy seed into her hellfire, grunting in unbearable pleasure as I pumped the deepest essence of my soul into her. She let loose a bellowing roar like an angered lion and bit down on my arm.

It wasn't enough. I wanted more. I hungered for more of her hellishly twisted body, her tight demonic form, her desperate animal cries. The chains went slack; she lay there gasping for breath, her body rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I picked her from the ground and pulled her into my grasp, felt her rapid heartbeat against my chest. She was murmuring something between weak mewls, trying to mouth speech, but all she could manage were breathless sighs.

Forcing her up, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the altar, set her down on top of it. She panted, struggling to catch her breath. Tears and sweat cut lines in the bloodstains on her mouth and her chest. I kissed her again, stealing her breath from her; she desperately sucked at my air as I raided her mouth and attacked her tongue.

Lightsbane's chains retracted--the links freed themselves from Alison's body and fell back toward the hilt where they shifted, piece by piece back into a sword, its blade gleaming in the brazier's light. Alison could move again, yet she was too weak to do anything but lean against me.

"Alison," I whispered to her. "Alison."

The cat demoness perked up, her green eyes fluttering open, her ears twitching, her whiskers flickering against my face; Alison's features twisted with confusion like she was searching herself for the meaning of her own name. She looked at me with quivering lips and whispered a tiny kitten's cry.

"... Trevor?"

The recognition in her eyes was faint and fleeting. The humanity left inside her was frail and fearful, barely surfacing above the sea of demonic corruption swimming in her veins. It wasn't long before it was again forced below, the animal within making itself known with a hungry stare.

The black ooze pouring from the inverted cross pooled around the altar, drops of it hitting Alison's skin. With my hands on her hips I pulled her close to me. She could but weakly throw her limbs around my body and grasp me with her claws. I positioned myself against the opening to her hellish depths and braced her, my hands on her hips, my forehead against her fur-covered forehead. I stared into her with unwavering conviction, determined to drive the demon out of her, and forced my way inside her velvety hell.

Alison murmured weak mewls of pleasure, her chin on my shoulder, her body wrapped around me. The black oil poured over the altar and painted our bodies, smeared between our skin when we touched. I drew her into a kiss as I picked up speed, drawing in and out of her like I was exorcizing her with a stake.

Sinking my fingers into her toned behind, gripping her hips, I slammed down on the walls of her unholy temple. She drew away from me and roared but I relentlessly followed after her, smashing our bodies together, pushing in and out. I wouldn't give the demon a moment of rest. Gritting my teeth I growled at her, lowered myself to her level, every bit of animal as she was, full of greedy primal desire.

The demon clung tightly to me, her claws sinking into my shoulders, her feet crossed around my back. She retreated backward onto the altar and I chased her, lording over her body, taking claim of her unholy depths with one strike after another. Blood trickled down my back from the places she'd torn open my skin. The sinful pleasure her twisted body gave me was enough to enthrall my muscles and warp my mind--I couldn't stop myself, I sunk completely into her, I was enraptured by her skin, her animal scent, her troubled face, her desperate cries. The black ooze drenched our skin as we lay on the altar, oozing between our writhing forms. Alison opened her mouth again to bare her fangs at me, an agonized show of fading defiance, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth.

My spirit welled up within me, an overpowering fervor to purify this demon's tainted soul with everything I had to give her. Holding her down by the wrists, I rammed into her with enough force to shake the altar and rattle the inverted cross behind it, the gunk flowing from the satanic symbol overflowing and pooling around us. The hellish grip of this unholy creature's body was enough to make me dizzy and weak; I pushed deep inside her and fell atop her body as all I had to offer was poured inside of Alison.

We lay there in the blood and muck for a long time, my chest pressed against hers, our hearts beating against one another, difficult to tell whose pulse was whose. Alison's green jewels connected with mine and we remained that way, gasping for breath, deep in embrace, until finally her strength expired and she shut her eyes.

When at last my head stopped spinning, the room had changed.

Alison was lying across a simple wooden altar with a correctly-oriented cross sitting behind it. Any trace of the black gunk was gone. Along the walls were stained glass windows depicting Christ and various angels. The room was lined with pews and the walls painted white--we were back in the service room we came in from.

The cat demoness lay there with the paladin's rosary around her neck, softly breathing in and out. Her muscles were not swollen as they were before and her paws had shrunk down to their normal size, claws retracted into her digits. The extra fur and hair she had grown was still there, but whatever demonic corruption Gales had coaxed no longer held Alison prisoner.

There on the floor in a mess of torn flesh and bloody gore was Father Gales' body, albeit he was not the twisted monstrosity I had shot out of the air. Of what I could make of the remaining pieces of his face he was an ordinary man of graying brown hair, his forehead thick with wrinkles.

Shuu'Vohsa was lying on the carpet, her head resting against the wall. She stirred, outstretched her arms, rubbed her eyes, and let out a loud peep when she caught notice of me. Fluttering her 'wings' and rising to her talons, she hopped over the pews and tweeted cheerfully at me.

"Trevor! Mister Trevor! I had the strangest dream! We were in this bad place. Bad, scary place! And we got separated. I looked for you, but you kept running away from me! Why would you run away? Then some men in robes found me and told me they had a use for me. A good use, a 'holy' use. That is what they said. So they took me to this really hot, fiery room, and, and..." her tweeting slowed from a mile a minute to uncertain peeps. "Well, I do not remember what happened next. You were carrying me, and then... I do not remember. But this is a funny place to wake up. I must have fallen asleep waiting for Father Gales! Oh, what happened to your robe?"