Purely Sinful

"Something like that," Cole admitted. He realized she was watching him.

Cole grabbed a soda from the fridge, cracked it open and continued to walk around. On most of the walls were paintings revealing a variety of lewd sex. Some paintings featured succubi while others showcased massive all-encompassing orgies. Lust, it would seem, was the general theme. One painting, however, was suspiciously out of place. It depicted a young blonde girl in a long blue dress looking over a cliff at a burning village.

"Do you like them?" Zafira asked. "I painted them myself."

"You paint?" Cole asked, visibly surprised.

"I do have hobbies, you know. I don't spend all of my time having sex and consuming souls. Just mostof my time."

Turning his head towards the room, Cole saw a small easel with a half finished painting that looked more abstract in its current form. Various brushes and several jars of paint were neatly arranged around it.

Cole did notice a few things that seemed out of place for a 'normal' living space. One wall was devoid of paintings. Instead, it was hung with all manner of cuffs, clamps, straps and a few whips. Something told Cole those were for more than decoration. He also noticed a shelf on the headboard of the bed that held a dozen or so skulls. Human skulls, to be precise. They were all clean and pristine, without any blemishes.

"Trophies," Zafira said. "Some men I couldn't bring myself to part with completely."

"Former love interests?" Cole sarcastically asked.

Zafira laughed, "Of course not! Some were celebrities. Most were important historical figures."

Cole thought about asking who exactly these skulls belonged to, but then thought it would be better not to know.

Something caught Cole's eyes toward the center of her dwelling -- some kind of pyramid-like rack made from rods of solid gold, which stood as tall as Cole's chest. Each rod bore a glowing purple glyph similar to the ones that appeared when Zafira opened the portal to her lair. A peculiar sword lay atop the rack. The blade curved like a snake slithering through grass and was made of some kind of crimson metal like frozen blood. Blue eyes glowed from the small dragon skull on its hilt. Cole walked toward the rack, curious of the sword and its strange holster.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you," Zafira warned, "unless you want your soul ripped from your body."

"What is it?" Cole warily asked.

"That is Ragnarok: The Destroyer. Even beings deemed immortal or invincible cannot withstand Ragnarok's power. No one knows its origin or the purpose of its creation. All that is known is, it has a will of its own. It chooses who can wield it, and those unworthy are torn asunder."

Cole stepped back from the relic. If what Zafira said is true, then what is she doing with such a powerful weapon? If the sword found her worthy, it must be a creation of absolute evil.

She seemed to read his apprehension. "Don't worry; I don't have the strength to wield it anymore."

Cole gazed at Zafira. "You mean, you used to be more powerful than you are now?"

"In my prime, there wasn't much I wasn't capable of. Certainly more than reading minds and controlling weak willed mortals. I possess but a fraction of my former power."

"Is that why you hide from the outside world? You don't have the strength to fight back against the 'entities' you mentioned before?"

Zafira sighed. "Partially, yes. I would be no match for an angel in my current state."

Cole gave Zafira a look of surprise. "Angels? They exist?!"

Zafira rolled her eyes. "You know for a fact: demons exist. How could you not know angels were real too? Just don't go believing all that God and Satan nonsense you humans conjured up."

"I try not to make assumptions," Cole said. "Otherwise, I would think you'd have severed heads and leech extract in your fridge."

"Touché," Zafira giggled. "Crusaders, on the other hand -- them, I could take care of, if they were alone."

"What are Crusaders?" Cole asked.

"Crusaders are an order of men dedicated to the extermination of demons. Their order is as old as civilized man and is well-versed in the art of magic. They are much more secretive and reclusive than they used to be. However, you can always spot one by the small cross branded on their neck."

Small cross? Brand? Gabriel! Recognition exploded in his mind.

"I saw one yesterday!" Cole explained. "He came to my apartment asking about the night club murder. Iknewsomething was off about him. He gave me some bullshit story about..."

"I can read minds, remember?" she interrupted. "I figured one of them would be paying you a visit after that night club fiasco hit the news. This is good news for you, Cole, because we need him to find Maria's killer."

Cole looked at Zafira inquisitively. "We need him? For what?"

"Hmm, how to put this delicately? We don't needhim, per say. Rather, we need his heart."

"I'm not helping you kill people, Zafira!" Cole scolded.

"You won't have to kill anyone. However, I never said you wouldn't have to do questionable things. You want my help, this is me helping you. One hand washes the other."

Cole thought about it. He was okay with her killing criminals -- but a priest? That is going too far.

"Since you're busy questioning your own morality, allow me to make this easy for you. While you were spending the day trying to find an alternative to my offer, I took the liberty of doing a little memory spying on Gabriel. Turns out, Mr. Holy Man has an affinity for young girls. Too-young girls, if you catch my drift."

"A corrupt soul..."

"That's right! It's a win-win for us both. All I need you to do is lure him to my lair. I will handle the rest."

"Isn't that a little risky?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Go ahead and tell him it's a trap for all I care. He will suspect as much anyway. I just need to get him to part with the prayer beads that hang around his neck. They are the source of a Crusader's magical power. Remove the beads, and they are powerless."

Doesn't sound too hard. "All right, I'll do it. I'll call him tomorrow and tell him to come to my apartment. Then I'll show him where your lair is."

Zafira rose from the couch, "Now that our plan is in order, I need to take a much needed shower. I'm still sweaty and dirty from tonight's dinner."

She walked to her large shower stall. Cole's eyes were affixed to her backside, staring at her perfect ass -- and the tail that swayed with every step.

Both shower heads sprung to life when Zafira turned on the water. One sprayed down her back while the other wetly massaged her front. It was apparent why her shower was so big: her wings would not fit in a normal shower. No shower curtains or door were apparent; Zafira soaked her body out in the open without a care.

Cole watched on from the couch. He definitely enjoyed the unintentional show Zafira put on. Or was it so inadvertent?

She lathered-up a loofa and vigorously scrubbed her arms and neck. Water and suds cascaded through the valley of her pert breasts, past her flat stomach, and in torrents between her lithe legs. She massaged her soapy breasts; nipples protruded from the bubbles like flashing beads.

Bracing her foot on a ledge, Zafira scrubbed her legs one at a time, and then turned her ass in Cole's direction. Suds flowed from her loofa as she rubbed the small of her back just above her tail. Then she grabbed her tail with one hand and stroked it with her soapy other hand.

Zafira returned to her efforts. She extended her wings and tried to reach behind herself but could not quite catch the top of the saurian limb stretching from her back. Zafira struggled several times before Cole's voice caught her off guard.

"Do you need a hand?" he offered.

"No!" she grumbled, still struggling.

Cole walked over to the shower, pulling the loofa from Zafira's hand.

"Here, allow me."

Zafira was irritated but did not decline Cole's offer. He stretched to the top of her wings and lightly scrubbed them. The water spraying on her wings sounded like raindrops hitting an umbrella.

After lathering her wings, Cole returned the loofa and used his hands. The wings were smooth like leather to the touch. Zafira mewled as he rubbed the soapy lather all across both wings and traced his fingers down her phalanges. She jerked when he tried to rub the base of her wings at her shoulders.

"That tickles!"

"Sorry."

Cole rubbed up and down her back. He stopped to massage her shoulders. A mist of water bounced from Zafira's body and drenched Cole's clothes. He did not mind.

"You know, you're pretty good at this," Zafira purred.

"I used to wash Maria's back like this every day when we showered together. I always loved the way the water ran down her back, how her fresh wet hair smelled, how her skin got goosebumps if I got too close to her ribs." He backed off, realizing his mind had wandered. "Sorry."

Cole jumped slightly as Zafira's tail wrapped around his back, stopping his retreat. It squeezed him ever so slightly like a gentle hug.

"She was a beautiful woman," Zafira said.

"Yes, she was."

There was a dead silence for a while. Cole focused his thoughts on washing Zafira rather than dwell on how much he missed Maria. She stood quietly, enjoying the sensation.

"Can I ask you something?" Zafira said.

"Sure."

"Do you think I'm repulsive?"

Cole's hands stopped. "Why do you ask? You would just read my mind anyway."

"I'd much rather hear your answer, whatever it may be. Just be honest."

Cole paused for a moment, and then went back to washing Zafira's back. "You're beautiful. Just... different."

When Cole finished her back, Zafira turned around. She had a very genuine smile. "Thank you, Cole."

"You're welcome." Cole smiled back at her.

"We'll find out who killed Maria, I promise. I just need you to trust me, okay?"

Cole nodded his head in agreement.

"Its late, and you need your rest for tomorrow. I can send you home."

"Send me home?" Cole inquired.

Zafira stepped out of the shower, not bothering to dry off, and walked to the wall where they had entered. She placed her hand to the wall and the portal appeared again -- only this time, Cole could see his living room on the other side.

Zafira gave Cole a little kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Cole."

"Good night, Zafira."

Cole stepped through the portal and was standing in his own living room. The portal behind him vanished without a trace.

"Well, that's convenient."

Tired, Cole quickly turned towards the bedroom. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, full of uncertainty.

*****

"Over there," Cole pointed to the concrete wall under the overpass. "She made some kind of portal there."

Gabriel moved his hands across the wall. He stopped when he found what he was looking for.

"Ah, well done Mr. Harvey. There are definitely magical remnants of a portal here."

The priest turned to Cole. "Thank you for coming forward with this, Mr. Harvey. Succubi are a blight upon this world, seeking only to consume all in their path. You'd best leave now. If she sees you here, she will not hesitate to kill you."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Cole asked, pretending to be concerned for his safety.

"I've been ridding the world of demons all my life. I'll be fine. Go now -- it's too dangerous for you here."

Cole nodded. "Good luck, Father."

Cole walked to his car and drove off, leaving Gabriel to his fate.

The priest fingered the prayer beads that hung from his neck. He mumbled an arcane incantation. An eerie subsonic note filled the aural space. Purple glyphs appeared and spun clockwise. The portal to Zafira's lair dilated open. With his beads in one hand and a golden sacrificial dagger in the other, Gabriel stepped through the demonic gateway.

Once inside, Gabriel warily looked around. The tidy room seemed empty. Gabriel grasped his beads and thrust his dagger into the air.

"Show yourself, demon!" he shouted as a magical pulse shook the room.

Nothing happened. She was not here. "On a hunt perhaps,"he thought.

"You! You there! Help me! Please!"

Gabriel turned toward the sound of a woman's voice. He saw a very young blonde-pigtailed girl chained to the wall. She wore a parochial school uniform. Her wrists were cuffed high above her head while her feet were cuffed at the ankles over her knee high socks.

With prayer beads and dagger in hand, Gabriel carefully approached the girl dressed in the white button-up shirt and plaid skirt. This was surely a trap.

"Please! Help me!" she pleaded again.

Gabriel touched the girl's forehead with his prayer beads. Nothing happened. She was human and very much alive. He unfastened the cuffs, freeing the girl.

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" the girl said, hugging Gabriel and sobbing into his chest.

"What is your name? I am Gabriel." he asked.

"Stacy," she replied. "I was on my way home from a friends house after making plans for our senior prom and then some lady jumped me. Next thing I know, I'm trapped here."

He grabbed her by the hand, "We need to get out of here Stacy, quickly!"

Gabriel put his hand to the wall and the portal reopened. He stepped through pulling her with him.

"Whoa! That is some door!"

Gabriel's mind was more focused on getting her to safety than trying to explain the intricacies of magic portals.

"Quick, get in my car. We must make it to my church. You'll be safe there."

Gabriel and Stacy entered the black Oldsmobile and sped off.

*****

"Are you sure I'll be safe here?"

Stacy peered nervously around the grand church with high vaulted ceilings. Its tall stained glass windows emanated bright colors despite the outside darkness.

"Yes, Stacy. I can't let you go home just yet. Not until I find who captured you."

"What about the police? What is going on?"

Gabriel put his hand on her shoulder. "All you need to know is that you are safe here. I need you to trust me."

Stacy looked into his eyes. "I trust you. You saved my life, Gabriel."

She had such a cute innocent smile. His mind started to wander as he brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes.

Stacy leaned in. "I want to thank you for saving me."

Gabriel's eyes widened. A small slender hand cupped his genitals.

"I um... really need to..."

"Please?" she pleaded softly, lowering down to her knees. "There's no one else around, is there?"

She wasa cute girl. A little old for his taste, but she was willing and legal.

He did not resist when Stacy unfastened his belt and pulled his black trousers down slightly. His eyes rolled back into his head when he felt her warm wet mouth engulf his swollen cock. Her mouth glided back and forth across his full length. Occasionally, she would stop, to let a string of saliva running from his tip to her mouth dribble down her chin. Oh, she was a dirty girl!

This couldn't be her first time, he thought. She was very good at it -- almost too good.

Gabriel had forgotten his duty. He could only focus on was how well this young girl sucked him. He looked down to see Stacy play with her pussy under her skirt. She was enjoying this as much as he was!

Stacy's oral pace picked up as she teased herself. The slurping noises of fellatio and Stacy's mewling filled the church's holy cavernous space. Gabriel felt his balls swell, and his cock twitch.

"Ah, ooh!"

Stacy stopped. She had more "thanking" to do.

She stood, and led Gabriel to a nearby pew. After sliding her panties to the floor, she sat him down and crawled into his lap. She unbuttoned her shirt.

Her breasts were not large, not more than a handful. But these modest mounds were pert and perky, with long hard nipples that could cut glass. Gabriel helped himself to her sharp nips, suckling with a primal need. His hand went under her skirt and felt her wetness. He inserted a finger inside her, and then another. She ground her pussy against his intruding digits.

Stacy rose above him and straddled his hips. She reached under her skirt and aimed his cock head towards her dripping sex. She lowered herself on him just an inch, teasing him mercilessly, while placing her hands on his prayer beads.

"What are these?" she asked.

Gabriel had to divert his mind from her tightness for a moment so he could speak. "They are prayer beads, symbols of a holy order."

Stacy smiled at him. "Can you put them on me?"

Gabriel hesitated. "They are never meant to leave my neck. Doing so is sacrilege to my order."

Stacy slowly lowered herself down on his aching cock. "Please?" she pouted, "I'll give them right back."

His little head overrode the one atop his shoulders. Her hot tight pussy convinced him to part with the beads. He placed them around her neck as she pressed against his pelvis.

She smiled. "They look good on me, don't they?"

"Yes," he hissed, thrusting deep inside her.

"You know, this is one of the kinkiest roleplays I've ever done."

Gabriel looked at her, confused. "Roleplays?"

"Oops! Sorry! Oh, now what were the words I was supposed to say? Oh yeah!"

Stacy cleared her throat. "Shinku Oni Demonica!"

Gabriel froze. His expression was one of complete shock.

"No. No!" he shouted.

The beads around Stacy's neck responded to her spoken words, glowing brightly. Gabriel scrambled to remove them but they were quickly absorbed into Stacy's skin.

"Wha-? What's happening to me!?" she screamed.

Her skin was burning hot. Her pussy, still around Gabriel's cock, was even hotter. She began to convulse; he tossed her to the side.

"Help... me!" she pleaded, her eyes now a pale yellow in color, and feline.

Gabriel stood back and watched helplessly as the sweet young girl's body transformed. Her skin shed off, leaving new vibrant red skin underneath that looked like the worst sunburn possible. Sharp tiny horns extended outward from her temples. Her fingernails grew into sharp black claws. A long thin tail slithered out from under her skirt.

"Devilkin," Gabriel muttered.

Stacy stopped convulsing and lay still on the floor, breathing heavily. She still resembled her former self -- a little. Her hair was still blonde, and managed to stay in those tight pigtails after her violent transformation. Her body was more toned than before, however, with washboard abs and athletic legs. Her breasts seemed to have swelled slightly as well.

Gabriel moved slowly and quietly toward a font of holy water near the entrance of the church. If he could get to it in time he...

Stacy, now a fully formed she-devil, pounced on top of Gabriel. They struggled, but her super-human strength overpowered him. She pinned him to the floor beneath her body. Her inhuman yellow eyes stared into his. A very long forked tongue parted her lips. She licked the side of Gabriel's neck and cheek.

Just then, the front door of the church flew open with a loud crash! All Gabriel could hear was the clopping of heels against the marble floor. Then, the sweet aroma of perfume filled his nostrils.

"Your lust has gotten you into quite a predicament, Crusader."

Above him, Gabriel saw a dark haired woman. She stood over him and he could peer right up her black dress, her perfect little peach clearly visible.

"You! You're the succubus that's been terrorizing this city!" Gabriel cried.

"I am indeed," Zafira said. She grinned wickedly and walked closer to Stacy. Stacy purred when Zafira ran her hand through the new she-devil's hair. Stacy rubbed her face against her mistress' leg like an affectionate kitten.

"It's funny what college girls will do for a large sum of money," Zafira said. "Give them a wad of useless paper, and they're willing to pretend to be younger than they really are, to be chained to a wall, to follow a stranger to a church, seduce him out of his prayer beads, and say a few 'magic words'. Although, she was unaware those words were a demon transformation spell."