The McCallister Curse Pt. 02

Her eyes focused on the gap between Audrey's legs, the platinum hair of Gabrielle shifting back and forth between them. Sara could still feel the need. She was not sated yet, the weight of her still erect dick hanging from her crotch highlighting the fact. It was time for something more.

"Move," the word was simple, direct. A command for the sister and Gabrielle.

Talia looked at her, dragging her eyes away from their hungry focus upon the angel. She scowled at Sara's attempted interruption. There was no trace of the lovely, bubbly woman who had greeted them that morning in her visage.

"Excuse me?" her tone was clearly unimpressed.

"I said MOVE," Sara repeated, but this time it was different. She felt something within her infusing her voice. It thrummed with power as she unleashed her birthright.

The effect on Talia was immediate, her mind unprepared for even the untested and untrained onslaught of a McCallister's 'Command'. Her hand released its grasp on Gabrielle's head, finally allowing the angel to cease her unending feast on Audrey's sensitive pussy.

The nun then moved to the side, stepping away from the altar and its messy, aroused offering. She left enough room for Sara to replace her beside Gabrielle but then moved no further. Her eyes were sharp with fear and anger. Sara couldn't really tell if it was because she had obeyed or because Sara had made her abandon her pet angel. She decided she didn't really care.

Trying to get the feel for the command Sara tried again, actively trying to use her voice to compel the others as she climbed down from the altar and leaving Audrey alone for the moment.

"TALIA GO SIT ON AUDREY'S FACE. TAKE GABRIELLE WITH YOU, DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH HER."

Sara couldn't help but smirk as the nun complied with her commands. The feeling that filled her body as she dominated Talia's mind was exquisite, almost as good as filling Audrey with her cum. She knew it had to be the curse feeding off her actions, enjoying the dark pleasure that came with forcing herself on others. But Sara didn't care. The raging lust had returned to her, her need rising once again as the curse inflicted itself upon her body.

Her eyes roamed Audrey's restrained body once again, the blonde still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of pleasure that still coursed through her body. The large heaving tits, the tanned expanses of skin, the soft curves of her hips and the delicious treasure that awaited between her perfect thighs. Audrey was a sight to behold. A perfect fuckpet, and she was all Sara's.

Sara sauntered to the end of the altar, passing Talia as she pulled an unresisting Gabrielle to the other end. She trailed her fingertips along the length of Audrey's body as she went, feeling the perspiration that had slickened her skin and made her glow faintly as it reflected the candlelight.

Her grin was lecherous as she reached her goal. Standing between Audrey's splayed restrained legs, her gaze and touch unrestricted as she looked upon her prize.

Audrey's pussy was as perfect as the rest of her. Cleanly shaven, lips spread slightly, allowing Sara to see the soft pink flesh within, her clit was clearly visible, standing proud after Gabrielle's attentions, and all of it coated in a sinful mix of saliva and cum. Sara couldn't wait to claim it as her own.

She couldn't help herself, could not and would not contain herself any longer. Sara leant forward, burying her face between those exceptional legs. Her tongue finding its target with unerring precision. She dragged it from the bottom of Audrey's sweet hole to the top, savouring the taste of Audrey's juices, the sweet ambrosia filling her mouth as she teased her friend.

"Ohhh gawwwd..."

Audrey's cry of pleasure was abruptly cut short, her moans soundly muffled.

Sara glanced up, her gaze travelling the length of Audrey's body feasting upon the swathes of perfect skin. The cause of Audrey's sudden silence was a sight to behold, Sara moaned involuntarily as she observed the erotic tableau.

Sister Talia had done as commanded. Reaching the other end of the altar, she had climbed onto the stone edifice. She hadn't even given Audrey any warning, the blonde beauty's eyes closed as Sara tasted her and she voiced her pleasure. Talia had simply rested her knees to either side of Audrey's head before dropping her hips, grinding her pussy down onto Audrey's unsuspecting face.

Sara watched as Talia rolled her hips, spreading her arousal across Audrey's face and chin before holding her pussy above her friend's lips. The nun ran her hands across Audrey's chest, hands squeezing her breasts before pinching and pulling on her nipples. She uttered only a single word.

"Lick."

A small sensual gasp escaped Talia's body as Audrey obeyed. Her body arching as she was penetrated by the blonde's eager tongue. Satisfied her order was being fulfilled she twisted, looking for her favoured pet. Gabrielle was where she had been left on her knees at the foot of the altar, her gaze completely focused on the tight latex clad body of the young nun.

"Come here my angel," Talia crooned, crooking a finger, and stretching towards the submissive divinity.

The angel shuffled forward on her knees, the hard floor of the abbey proving no issue and leaving no marks on her flawless form.

Talia's hand tightened in its familiar grasp, tangling in the angel's platinum locks as her head came within reach.

"You can put that tongue of yours to good use again." Talia told her, straightening her back and reaching back to spread the firm cheeks of her ass with a hand while she guided Gabrielle between them with the other.

"Eat my ass, stick that heavenly tongue inside me and make me cum!" Talia demanded.

"Yessss" she hissed as Gabrielle obeyed.

Talia was ecstatic as she was pleasured by her pets. A blonde bombshell between her thighs and an angel of heaven on her knees, her divine tongue buried deeply in her ass. This was her heaven; this was her paradise.

Sara was mesmerized, the exotic latex clad body of the nun swaying and grinding upon Audrey's face, the delicious taboo of an angel guiding a nun towards a vastly different kind of rapture. It fuelled the lust within her, she wanted more. She needed more.

She left her bent position, tongue teasing Audrey's sweet pussy a final time, swallowing down some more of her delicious juices. She had had enough of teasing, had had enough of foreplay. It was time to truly claim Audrey as hers.

Sara lined up her cock, the head nudging Audrey's clit and causing her friend to moan into Talia as she got into position. Sara dragged her length down Audrey's wet slit, the abundant cum and juices lubricating her dick. Reaching the end of its short journey Sara waited barely a second before claiming her prize.

"Fuuuuck"

Sara's moan was long and loud as she pushed her cock into Audrey, finally satisfying her desire to claim her friend. Her pet was warm, wet, and willing. Muscles gripping and flexing, encouraging her cock deeper and deeper. Sara didn't need it. The experience was beyond her. She knew it was something she would crave evermore. Her desire, her lust, her curse. She had found its purpose.

"Uhh fuck," Sara moaned again as she bottomed out, her entire thick length swallowed by Audrey's eager body.

Audrey had gone rigid, every muscle straining against her ropes as she was filled completely by her Mistress's hard cock.

There was no hesitation from Sara now. This is what she wanted. This new sensation, she needed more of it. Her hips drew back, pulling her dick right back to the tip before pushing back in, filling Audrey to the limit, the slick heat of her body welcoming her thrust.

Again, again and again. Every thrust sending bolts of pleasure through her cock and into her body. Sara was relentless, a machine, her earlier orgasm reducing the need to cum but not the desire and she was chasing it wildly now, her hips slapping into Audrey and filling the hall with the obscene smacks of skin-on-skin contact.

Audrey's body was quaking, every impact of Sara's hips upon her own was a wave of sensation, the fat cock of her Mistress filling her like nothing ever had before, her already over sensitive pussy gripping and spasming around the rock-hard invader as it plundered her body, and she was driven towards yet another orgasm.

She could only moan into Talia's pussy, her tongue no longer able to obey the nun's command as Sara used her as her fuckpet. She wanted to claw and twist and thrash as she was used. Anything but the forced bondage she had found herself in. The pleasure was torture, the restraints an exquisite agony that only made her cum harder and harder. She hated it. She loved it. She wanted it to stop. She wanted to beg and beg for more.

Sara could feel it. The lust, the pleasure she was generating within Audrey, a mass of pure bliss that was obliterating the blonde's mind. She could feel it fuelling her, gas poured on an already roaring fire. A loop of ecstasy for them both to be lost in. Her hips managed to drive even harder, her cock pushing into Audrey's core at a maddening pace. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. To fill Audrey with it, to claim her body and soul once and for all.

"Ohh lord yesss!"

It was Talia's cry that rang throughout the great hall this time. Gabrielle's persistent attentions once again driving one of them to cum. Her heavenly tongue planted firmly within the nun's tight asshole she had finally brought Talia to orgasm even without Audrey's aid.

Her dark hair shone in the candlelight as it was flung about, the young nun twisting and gyrating upon the altar as she pressed the angels head harder between her cheeks with both hands, unwilling to let Gabrielle stop as she rode her talented tongue. Her entire body shaking with pleasure within her black bodysuit as her ass clenched and grasped at the probing tongue, trying to find a way to increase the intensity of her anal orgasm.

The nun's cries of ecstasy were all Sara needed to push her over the edge. The erotic vista before her, the warm grip of Audrey's pussy around her dick as it was filled again and again, the tsunami of lust inside her swept everything aside as it crashed through her body.

Sara hilted herself, cramming her cock as deep into Audrey as she physically could before she unloaded. Like a cannon firing, shot after shot of cum was launched from her body.

"Fuuuck Audrey! I'm cummmming!" she wailed, she small body falling limply forward, the explosion of pure bliss too much for her to handle. Her trembling arms resting upon the altar were the only things keeping her upright as she ground her cock into Audrey.

"Fuuuck yesss," the cry was more subdued the second time but no less fervent, the torrent of cum flooding her pussy triggering Audrey's final climax, her body clamping down onto Sara's cock as it filled her with its supernatural load.

Sara was done. Her need had truly been sated. The lust no longer burning in her veins like unholy fire. Her curse was satisfied for now. A small smirk crossed her flushed face at the thought that it was only sated for now.

"You are mine now Audrey," she whispered to herself, then louder, "My little fuckpet, you're all mine now, this is what your days and nights will be filled with, a never-ending orgy of sin, sex and ..."

Sara never got to finish her sentence. She could feel something intruding, something invading the dream, violating her little kingdom.

Sara awoke with a start, jerking upright in the small bed she had been shown. Only the quick reflexes of Gabrielle saved her from a headache, the angel jerking backwards at Sara's sudden rise.

The angel was in Sara's room, hands clasped tightly around one of Sara's own as she knelt beside the bed, her head bent in benediction and prayer. Her divine aura sweeping through the sleepy young woman's body as she banished the manifestation of Sara's unleashed McCallister powers.

It only took a few moments for realisation to sink in. Sara's beautiful green eyes filling with tears as comprehension dawned on her as to what had happened.

A deep sorrow and horror filled her trembling voice as she asked the angel.

"What have I done?"

Rose was growing frustrated, her large wings held her aloft, sailing smoothly through the early evening sky, as she hunted her still elusive prey. It was her second night searching for the McCallister woman, the first a string of failures as she scouted the many churches and holy sites within the city, each and every one showing not a single sign of the girl or the overblown chicken she had as a guardian.

What she had found was multitudes of the Grey's servants and family operatives, flooding the streets and alleys like vermin, she wasn't certain what they were hunting but it could hardly be a coincidence that it was happening so soon after a McCallister awakening within the city.

Going by the numbers she was seeing on the streets again this evening, they had had as little luck as she. This was good, the McCallister would be hers and hers alone, at least until she deigned to let her brethren join her. Even she could only feed off that exquisite curse for so long before feeling overwhelmed by it. Still a few days alone with the small lithe girl and her soft curves, that magnificent dick she somehow had, the poor girl would be lost, her consciousness buried beneath a mountain of sex and perversion.

Rose couldn't help but laugh, the wicked sound reaching no ears but her own as she cruised towards her next hunting ground, she couldn't wait to sink her claws into the girl.

First though, first she had to be found. The angel was obviously hiding her, using her oh so holy touch to help supress the girl's powers and curse. Sanctified ground would help her to do so, thus she had chosen to focus her search on such locations.

Unfortunately, a city as large as Steelhaven had a lot. Like a lot. The city was crammed with them, it seemed like a house of god-botherers was on every second corner. It made Rose sick. People really should find better things to do, like seducing self-righteous fathers, making homemade flamethrowers, enslaving an entire elven clan. Anything with a little excitement, a little sin. Not hanging around in old buildings muttering to a being that had much better things to do then answering them.

Rose shook her head, the church before her was empty, its single high spire reaching to the heavens above its empty nave and locked doors. Not a trace of the curse to be sensed and no angel to be seen. Another bust. She was certain that the angel would've gone to holy ground, she would need mortal help to deal with the girl and her powers.

That meant the Inquisition, a bunch of trigger-happy zealots who would be better placed back during the crusades in her opinion. But still they would be the ones the angel would want to contact, so that meant a church. Just not this one apparently.

Rose scowled; her discontent was growing as the hunt failed to provide results. Perhaps she could say a private little hello to one of the Greys goons. A little pleasure, a little business, and maybe they would provide a hint to where the angel had taken the girl.

She continued on her evening prowl, magical and demonic senses outstretched, trying to find any trace of her prey. Her deep purple eyes swept the streets below, looking for the unfortunate soul who would be her dinner. She had to be careful though, the wrong target would be a disaster, an actual Grey would be a colossal blunder. She was ancient and powerful but even she knew not to cross Lord Grey. He had forced one of the true ancients, a Lord of Hell itself to submit to him.

Rose scanned another two churches, more modern constructions this time, neon crosses lighting up the air around them into unknowing imitation of the divine glow of the angels. Again, the search was fruitless, no sign of the glowing feather duster, or of the McCallister.

It was another three buildings before the realisation came to her. The Greys had informants and allies everywhere, even within the Church itself. If they were still searching, then none of them had seen the girl and reported it. That meant she wasn't in a major church within Steelhaven, they would've known about it by now if she was. Her searching of all these massive inner-city churches had been a waste. The angel must have taken her to one of the smaller sites on the outskirts of the city.

She changed course immediately, winging away from the crowded inner city and its sprawling megachurches, history wrapped cathedrals and compromised clergy. She needed to find something small, out of the way and wholly unremarkable. A supernaturally feral grin filled with too many teeth stretched across her unnaturally beautiful feature. The McCallister would be hers before morning.

Unfortunately for Rose, this new direction did not go unnoticed. Just as she had been hunting, she too in turn was hunted. Rafe Newark was mostly an ordinary guy, with an ordinary life and an ordinary job. But sometimes, sometimes he had to become something more. The past day had been one of those times. Word had come from his masters. The Greys were seeking a girl, a young woman. They wanted her found and they wanted it done quickly.

So, he had taken to the streets, searching, seeking, looking for any trace, any tiny packet of information. It had been during the long hours of the search that he had first seen her. The succubus, high in the dark night sky, hidden from the world below. Hidden from everyone but him.

Because he, he was a rather specialised enchanter. A Runemaster, he could weave enchantments into the very skin and bone. A rare talent, one that had seen him recruited by the Greys. It was this talent for bodily inscription that saw him on the streets rather than in a workshop, for he had mastered his art on himself.

Thick intertwining lines, full of sharp edges and intricate knots surrounded his eyes, the deep blue ink of the inscription sinking deep into his flesh to provide him power. In this case it was a vision enhancement, an enchantment that boosted his vision, allowed him to pierce glamours and even see in the dark. Perfect attributes for a hunter. They weren't his only enhancements of course but they were the ones that mattered when it came to the succubus and keeping track of her.

He had noticed her first at the Grand Cathedral of Steelhaven, circling the vast stone edifice, taking care never to cross the border into sanctified land. It was when he'd seen her for the third and fourth times that she had truly captured his interest. Always circling holy land, always behind a glamour. She was hunting something. He'd noted in and then continued on his way. The girl was infinitely more important to his employers then any demon.

But now, a second night in a row, she was out cruising the evening skies once again. Following the same pattern, circle a church, scan its surroundings then move towards the next building. It occurred to him now that the Greys might not be the only ones who were hunting for the girl. So, he had chosen to follow the succubus. It wasn't hard with his enhancements, to keep track of the flying demon. She was relying purely on her glamour to keep her hidden from the world below.