Nurse Demoness Ch. 05

Farvish's day just got a ton better it seemed. What a tantalizing circumstance this sinner was giving him.

"My daughter, surely you can think of other things," he said. He couldn't see the female human, but he could tell that she was young and at least pretty on the other side. His words had a spell woven into them to up her desire for sex and to make her relax. Being an incubus was in some ways more dangerous than being a succubus.

Incubi were rare on any plain. If they weren't imprisoned, they quickly became powerful demons of lust. In fact, the struggle over power often caused many wars. With so few males, the sired offspring often fought for control. Wars were bloody, and only the pride type demons and the greed ones loved it. Lust demons preferred sex, and so Incubi were locked up as quickly as possible. What Farvish was doing was based on instinct and not experience.

"Oh father, I've tried. Even now, I would prefer not to talk and instead do such malicious things in the church with anybody; including you."

The spell may have worked, but this girl was truthful. It made him smile lecherously.

"It seems my daughter that we are faced with a problem that can't be fixed quickly. Our Lord forgives all that repent, but you, you need something more."

"Something more?"

She didn't ask a question, just a repeat of words. Farvish now knew she was under the spell. Now all he had to do is do what he did best. Unlike Succubi, Incubi were in control of sexual situations unless the relinquished it. It was a part of their contracts, ingrained in the make-up of the male lust types. For Farvish, this meant that it was time for him to bust out his abilities. Farvish didn't feed like a standard incubus would with his cock plunging in and out of a female well, anything. Instead, black tendrils snaked from his body. He continued the conversation to keep the woman placate.

"My daughter, I would like to help you, but you have to give yourself to me."

"Give myself?"

"Yes, take your clothes off."

"Father?"

"I will help you, but your clothes need to be off."

Farvish heard rustling and a wicked smile spread across his face. His back tendrils snaked their way through the mesh that separated the two in the confessional booth.

"Father?"

"Hush my child, and continue."

The woman listened and obeyed his command.

"I'm done, father."

"Good. Now, be quite and allow me to help you."


Farvish spread the tentacles throughout her side of the confessional, cutting off any light. He did this for two reasons. One being that in the dark, devious deeds were best conducted. The second was that as the black tendrils would block out and completely silence the inevitable screams of pleasure that were about to come from her. Once complete, Farvish felt around for the warm skin of the girl.

She jumped when one of the tentacles touched her. She called out for him in confusion, but he shushed her, telling her everything was not only going to be okay but that she would be feeling great in a few seconds. Another tentacle found her stomach before wrapping around it. She tensed up, but he only smiled, not worried about her uneasiness. Trapped, Farvish was in complete control.

The first tentacle wrapped around and ankle. Another grabbed her other foot before prying her legs apart. She screamed in fear, but it did not deter him from his mission of penetration. A fourth tentacle found her pussy and it snaked into it, probing through her wet lips. The scream stopped, and she made a noise of surprise. Farvish was glad that she understood now what was going to happen, and as she relaxed, he rewarded her with the probing tentacle.

The experience of having one of his tentacles in a wet vagina diminished. Farvish had only just begun the coupling, but he hadn't even surged a phallus from the tip of the tentacle. As much as he was an incubus, the fear went through him. He had never actually had sex with a mortal before and worse, the only sex he had was with a few different succubi, and the experience had left him exhausted. They fed upon him and as Farvish listened to the moans of pleasure from the girl. Heart racing he began to probe her body with various tentacles.

One found another orifice just below her vagina. Farvish realized this was her anus, and he slipped a tentacle into it. The girl bucked before giving a major sign of enjoyment. Other found her nipples and wrapped around her breasts before trying to delve into the actual points of pleasure. They couldn't, but it stimulated the pleasure points. A final one found her mouth, and it forced itself down her throat. Farvish twirled the probes around, even adding more tendrils to feel around her soft flesh. The experience was a unique one he surmised, and eventually, the girl moaned before shaking into an explosive orgasm. He pulled everything away from her leaving his tendrils to sound proofing.

"My daughter, how do you feel?"

"I-need-um-more. Please-Father."

The request astounded him. A succubus went until one release or at least until he did. There was never a request for more. Was this what it was to have sex? Farvish thought no if it were, he'd be in there instead of his tentacles. Sighing, he as an incubus had to give the lady what she wanted. Though, without direct contact, he would not be able to feed upon her. No matter, at least he could practice with his appendages. Tentacles found their places within and on the girl.

"Oh God Father, this is just amazing," she said.

"Just wait for my daughter."

With a push, the tentacles at the ends surged, and the girl screamed in release. Farvish had found something to entertain himself and so he tried various things on the girl. Next was bringing the tentacles back to their original small size, but getting the girth, he just added tentacles to her orifices. It was unbelievable how much he could fit into the holes, and his subject never protested. Sucked not being able to see her, but at least he could tell when she was cumming. There was always a scream when she came and by the fourth, her pussy started pouring out juices in spraying gushes.

Next, Farvish pulled all his tentacles out and just used one to probe as deep as he could into her pussy. Eventually, he found that there was a limit to how deep he could go there. The girl shifted and moaned.

"Father, please, don't tease. Make them bigger. More."

Laughing, Farvish drove the tentacle into her anus and found that there didn't seem to be a limit at all to how far the snaking thing could go. So he kept on until the girl started gagging. His tentacle erupted from her mouth, and he continued laughing.

"Are you ready for the thickness?"

There was a moan, and the tentacle grew in diameter. While that happened, a second thick one snaked into the human's pussy again. Farvish figured she would give up, or even beg for an end to this. Instead, she had another orgasm and continued to cover the floor of the confessional with her sex. The whole thing was starting to get Farvish worked up and his fear of his pleasure dissipated. After her orgasm ended the tentacles retracted from her once more. She collapsed in a coughing fit.

"Its time my child to show you a better way."

"Yes, father. Please give me more. I wish I could have you in here."

So did he, but he didn't tell her that. Instead, he brought three tentacles out of the mass inside the small room and willed three cocks out of the black tips. Thick and long, the three snaked back into her.

Farvish had felt the heat of a pussy before, but somehow she was better than a succubi's. Before succubus partners had berated him, told he was weaker, had his masculinity called into question, but the human, she screamed, begged for more and even began to take an interest in giving back. Fingers wrapped around the tentacle in her mouth and Farvish worried that she was going to make him stop there. Instead, she pulled it out and began licking the tip. The effort made Farvish shake in his pleasure now, really feeling it for the first time. He was amazed and realized something important right then with the girl. She could be used to make himself stronger.

All a succubus and incubus were in the grand scheme of things were batteries. They stored energy within themselves and later used it to cast spells and for sustenance. The more energy stored, the more powerful the demon. Lust Demons used sexual energy for this purpose but to absorb; an incubus was at a disadvantage. They could take power from succubi with ease, being their purpose was to strengthen the male demons. Incubi, however, could not feed easily on an actual human, which is what gave Farvish an idea about how to go about getting energy. Ashkrath had provided the solution in a way. All Farvish had to do was corrupt the girl, which was turning out to be an easy task. Then give her the ability to store energy like a succubus and he was set. She already craved sex, and so the girl was well on her way to already being succubus-like. All he had to do was infect her with demonic essence, which would be his cum, and make her addicted to him. She shook again in orgasm but continued to suck on his tentacle cock.

The other two tentacles that had his sex organ at their tips began to expand. One issue that Farvish found while he was ramming them in and out of her holes is that he found the orifices not as tight as he would have liked them. With a surge of power, the probing tools grew in diameter until he liked how they felt. His partner shook in yet another orgasm, and Farvish felt the stirrings of his end beginning.

He had put the girl through a lot. Hopefully, no one in the church was concerned with how long this confessional was taking, but Farvish at this moment cared little about that. The pace of his attacks increased until it was almost at a fevered pitch; Sweat began to roll off of Farvish's brow as he neared release. There was a need to finish that the incubus hadn't ever experienced before. No succubus had ever made him feel this way, and the poor human girl quickly became a thing for release over anything for mutual pleasure. Only he mattered now and the third cock, the one that she had been so lovingly teasing, surged back down her throat. Everything was building, and the climax hit.

Farvish's world went blank. Such pleasure had been denied him his entire life and like a king deserving, he shook in the priest's side as his darkness filled the girl. It took awhile for both of them to recover. The priest only regained awareness after he heard the girl moving around. The tentacles had returned of their accord and light again filtered to the girl.

"Father?"

She was whispering.

"Yes, my daughter?"

"What was that?"

"That was salvation coming to you."

He could tell she was getting dressed now. The movements became louder as the fabric was moved around.

"Father, what now?"

Her voice was still weak, and Farvish waited a few seconds. His essence should already be corrupting her. He waited and then she started cooing. With a smile, he answered.

"My daughter, now you seek salvation continually. Go out, find men, do whatever you can with sex. Love them, need them, never feel guilty for what you have become. You will return here for confessions once a day and receive your salvation."

"Yes, father."

The door closed shut, probably harsher than it was meant to, but Farvish waited in the booth. No one else came and so he after the time was up, he left to find Ashkrath.

The church was empty and his steps echoed as he made his way though it. He knew where his master would be, but it took a few minutes to get there. In the basement of the church, there was an exceptionally large room. Ashkrath, during her first night at the church, had taken all of the bedding she could find and had put it into this room. It was in this chamber that he found Ashkrath.

Three blue bodies lay at the edge of the room while eight healthy looking boys were standing in a circle Ashkrath. She was currently sucking one of them off and was in her full demonic form. Her red skin appeared in flashed between the limbs of the boys. Slurping filled the room, and Farvish continued to watch. If he remembered correctly, this boy's name that she was currently molesting was Peter. Probably named for the guy in the book he preached on. Whatever the reason for his name, he was Ashkrath's favorite, something about a major endowment for such a young one. The kid shook, no doubt reaching the finish. He slumped a little, and Ashkrath moaned before laying down on her back.

"You there, fuck me, the rest of you, keep going."

One of the choir boys, a sandy-haired fellow, got on top of Ashkrath and proceeded to fuck her. Her moans grew louder, and Farvish witnessed as the rest of the boys, besides Peter, continued to jack off. It didn't take long for the sandy-haired boy to cry out. He turned blue as he shook violently in raptured delight. Horns sprouted up, and he fell off of Ashkrath, who was screaming yes over and over and as loud as she could. The sandy haired boy stood up, walked over to the wall and collapsed. Farvish realized he was witnessing Ashkrath converting the choir boys into a sizable incubus force. It was evident to him that she hadn't thought of the issue of what she was going do with eleven incubi.

They had to be fed and taught. Worse, there were few days until they were needed to sing again. How she was even managing such demonic things in a church was also beyond him. He hadn't pondered this stuff, but the church must have been a center for sin long before the demons had shown up. He wondered what it was that turned such a holy place dark. Thoughts were interrupted by watching Ashkrath crawl over to Peter to blow him again. Once completed another boy was fucking her, but there was a change. All as one the remaining boys ejaculated onto Ashkrath. The sight was weird, but Farvish watched as the cum disappeared into Ashkrath' skin. There was a strange sound and her appearance changed.

Farvish hadn't noticed it before, or even as she had been feeding over the past couple of days, but the succubus was no longer the long-limbed and skinny. There were curves now, and Farvish could see that she was oozing sexuality now, even as she fed upon the choir boys. The boy fucking came and turned into another blue incubus. Again, Ashkrath began the cycle again; but Farvish grew bored of watching. So he left and waited.

It was hours before Ashkrath emerged from the room. She was licking her fingers as she walked past Farvish. The air sang with power as she passed and Farvish followed her.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Wanted to inform you that Alice has left and is on her way to tracking down your rival demon."

She paused before heading into a room where the nun clothes were washed and kept. As she tried on various ones, most of which were now too small to fit across her bountiful chest. Sighing, she remembered that she was in her demonic form and became human.

"Good then. Farvish, you are quickly becoming too weak to keep around. I just created a fantastic group of horny incubi."

"I know, which is why I need to tell you that we still have to maintain appearances until the confrontation."

She got fully clothed and even dawned a headdress.

"That is good Farvish."

He nodded.

"So what you can do now is go and get Peter out of the room of incubi. He is drained and needs to recover."

"Couldn't bring yourself to do it huh?"

She growled at him. He looked at her, realizing that no matter how powerful she became, Farvish would always have his ace in the hole. Her days were numbered, and he whistled as he left to obey her command.