v2 CHAPTER EIGHT: (18+) In which bonds delve deeper into bodies and souls.

Pounced on by a tall, blonde supermodel, thought Una. I never saw this coming, not when I was a chubby gay kid trying to figure out why I had feelings for boys, and certainly not after I entered the priesthood. Then Maria was straddling her, pressing her warm flesh against Una’s leather-clad thigh. Even through the bike suit, Una could feel Maria’s pussy wet and hot against her leg; she could smell her musk and the hint of sweat rising from the other girl’s skin.

Maria kissed her, pulling her face close with both hands while running her fingers up Una’s horns. The sensation sent jolts of arousal through her, causing her to gasp in pleasure. “Mine,” the blonde growled, with a tone that was both playful and predatory.

Maria sat upright and grinned down at her, her white teeth contrasting with her dark red lipstick and full mouth. “I know I said I’d like to try getting mind controlled, but right now I have too many other demands to satisfy.”

She tugged at the zipper of Una’s suit, already halfway down her cleavage, and pulled the leather fabric open enough to reveal Una’s alluring breasts. The black nipples stood erect. Maria cupped the soft flesh and brushed her thumb across one nipple, causing Una to gasp. “My dark mistress, it’s time you tasted what your followers can offer.”

Una raised an eyebrow, then licked one of her canines. “You have any particular flesh that I should sample, acolyte?” The sex-cult jokes felt a little like a silly roleplay, but there was a hint of seriousness behind Maria’s words; Una felt her hunger, her desire to please.

Maria smiled and slid off Una’s lap. “I’m going to show you what you need,” she replied. She tugged her thong down and kicked it off to one side, then spread her legs wide apart, letting Una stare at her smooth pussy, already glistening with moisture.

“Look what you do to me,” she purred. “I’m dripping just for you!” Maria brought her hands back to Una’s shoulders, pushing her back down. “Will you taste my honey, mistress?” She squatted to run her fingers across the edge of Una’s horns again, her bare cunt close to Una’s face.

Una shivered; her mouth watered. She put her hands on Maria’s hips and slid them around the back of her thighs. “It would be my honor,” she whispered. Una bent her neck to bring her mouth to Maria’s pussy and flicked out her tongue, letting it glide across her clitoris and along her labia.

Maria’s clit was ready and swollen. Una took it between her lips, gently sucking while letting her tongue flick across its surface. The human woman on top of the scarlet-red demoness let out a cry of pleasure, then laughed with delight.

Una looked up, her mouth wet with Maria’s juices. “How does that feel?”

“More,” she said, pressing Una’s face into her pussy. “I want to give our friends a show… John can’t tear his eyes away.” Una began lapping at Maria’s cunt, getting as much of the juices of her lover’s desire as possible. Hell’s bells, Maria tastes good, she decided. The flavor saturated her mouth with a mixture of salty sweat and fresh strawberries, covered by the astringent tang of female arousal.

She brought her hands to Maria’s ass and squeezed, feeling her friend’s deliciously ample flesh. Next, she used her thumbs to pull back the outer labia, giving her easier access to all the delicate folds surrounding her opening. Una slid her tongue into Maria’s vagina, and Maria gasped with pleasure, grasping the grass. Una’s tail snaked around her wrist and halfway up her forearm, clasping her in a firm grip.

Through her panting, Maria kept narrating. “Mmm. You should see this, my lady. I think Susan’s jealous; she’s got Cassandra half-undressed already.” She let out a moan. “Just like that, yes… Come on, John… it’s okay, you can take part too. I know—unh!—I know you like this.”

Una redoubled her efforts and sucked Maria’s clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue across its surface. Maria threw back her head and panted with excitement. “Don’t stop, my dark mistress, never stop…” Her whole body tensed, a shudder of pleasure passing through her. She was getting close; Una could feel it in the way she moaned and writhed.

The demoness gripped Maria’s hips harder with her left hand and started making long licks from the base of Maria’s pussy up to her clit. Una slipped two fingers of her right hand inside Maria’s hole, and the blonde woman cried out, her body trembling with breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Come for me, Maria,” she whispered. “Tell me again what you desire.” Una curled her fingers inside Maria, feeling them against her walls. “I’m going to suck your cunt until you’re completely spent.” She raked her tongue across Maria’s clit and pressed down with her lips as she fingered her hard.

“Oh, God! Oh… Una. I want… I want your tail, my dark mistress. I want you to fuck me with it, and I want you to feed from me, oh, yes, yes, please, oh, YESSS!!” Maria threw herself down to press her body against Una’s, arching her back, her cries muffled against Una’s leather-clad chest. She shuddered and clenched around Una’s fingers, and Una held her close until her breathing steadied.

When she had recovered, Maria sat up with a satisfied sigh. “Hot damn,” she said, brushing back her blond hair and grinning at Una. “That was intense. I’ve never cum that hard before.”

She glanced over at Susan and Cassandra, still wrapped in a passionate embrace on the ground, kissing and groping each other. John was watching them intently, his own pants bulging at the front. Maria pouted. “I came too quickly. It wasn’t enough of a performance for Father John.”

“Don’t—don’t mind me,” said the priest, but his gaze never wavered.

“Well, I can’t possibly leave one of your prayers unanswered,” said Una with a wicked grin. “I think you mentioned my tail?” With surprising strength, Una grabbed Maria by the hips and lifted her off her lap. She lay Maria down on her back in the grass, then stood and slipped out of her leather bike suit.

Unzipping the suit the rest of the way, she revealed her entire body: supple crimson skin, slender frame, and round, firm breasts with ebon nipples. Above the scarlet mound of her pussy, a tracery of hair coiled like lace; behind the junction of her thighs, her tail uncoiled, slowly stretching forth as she stripped naked.

Maria held out her hands in supplication toward the sinuous, dark length of her demon lover’s prehensile tail. The tip reached out to brush her fingertips. Una noticed that the ovoid, tapered end of her tail was no longer glowing green; it returned to its usual slick, oiled appearance. “Yes,” Maria sighed, her face showing rapture as her eyes followed the tail’s movement. “May I worship your tail, Una? May I take it in my mouth and lick it?”

Una smiled. “Such devotion deserves a reward.” She slowly bent over until her face was above Maria’s and brought her tail up to touch Maria’s lips. “Now open wide.” Maria smiled and opened her mouth wide to let the tip of Una’s tail slip inside.

Slowly, Una pushed more and more of the appendage into Maria’s mouth. Her lips closed around Una’s tail and she delicately sucked on it. Una shuddered with pleasure as Maria’s tongue played along its length; through that appendage, she could feel the smoothness of her mucous membranes, the sharpness of her teeth, her delicate palate.

“That’s right,” Una crooned. “Good girl, take all of it. Relish my tail. Make it slick with your saliva.” She continued to push her tail into Maria’s mouth, but the eager blonde coughed, her eyes tearing up. Maria moaned, her face flushing with effort. “Ugh… I can’t… swallow all of it!” she said, sputtering around her mouthful of tail. Her body tensed, and Una could see she was struggling to breathe.

With a smooth, quick motion, Una slid her tail back out of Maria’s mouth. “Breathe… Maria, I’m sorry, just breathe.” Maria’s large brown eyes looked glassy; she blinked and breathed in deep, ragged gasps. “Do you want to stop?”

Maria shook her head. “No, just the opposite! It felt so good… but I didn’t realize how thick it was. I’m the one who should be sorry!” Her eyes were watery again, but this time with disappointment. “I want… I wanted to swallow it all, so you could fuck my throat…” She hung her head, looking forlorn.

Una kissed Maria softly on the cheek and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I changed you once, Maria Johanssen. Maybe there’s a way I can do it again,” she mused, remembering the utterly erotic sensation of Nezz’s enormous cock filling her gullet.

Maria blinked, her lips parted slightly. “Again…? What do you mean?” She swallowed.

“If you really want it, I could… make you a little like me. Succubae lack a gag reflex, so…”

Maria nodded. “Please. Do it… I want it. Give me your tail, my mistress.” Maria reached out and took Una’s tail again, bringing it to her lips to kiss its tapered tip, then opening wide again for it to enter her mouth.

This time Una held Maria’s head steady with one hand while she slid the length of her tail in with a little more patience. The blonde girl began sucking eagerly on the tail in her mouth as Una watched her with concern. Una closed her eyes and concentrated, extending a tendril of her will along with her tail. This is Maria’s desire, she thought. I’ve followed my lovers’ desire on instinct before… now I just have to do it on purpose.

Her will flowed from her like an invisible streamer, extending through Maria’s body. Una followed it, feeling for the change she sought. Suddenly, she felt it: a twist in Maria’s body that she could reach out and influence. Una pushed her tail gently in Maria’s mouth, going further than she had before. Maria moaned and pushed back with her tongue and lips, her body reacting to Una’s efforts.

Maria hummed with pleasure as the thick tail slid deep into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat, her lips tight around its girth. She sucked and licked the tail, her jaw aching and her throat pulsing against Una’s appendage as she moaned. Maria felt her mouth stretch even wider, and she opened her eyes wide with surprise.

John watched with awe and a little horror. He could see the flesh of Maria’s throat distend as Una’s tail penetrated it, pumping slightly in and out. Maria’s eyes widened with a mixture of fear and pleasure as her ability to breathe nearly cut off; her moan, muffled by Una’s tail, quickly grew desperate as she gasped for breath.

Una made soothing noises as she looked at Maria. “Breathe… breathe through your nose. You can do it, little one.” Maria relaxed, and Una slowed down the movement of her tail in her mouth; the other woman’s eyes grew glazed with lust and pleasure.

Maria began moving her head up and down on Una’s tail, taking it deeper into her throat with every bob. John had unconsciously slipped his hand into his pants and was furiously stroking himself. Maria felt Una’s tail thrust deeper into her mouth; she arched her back in ecstasy as Una inserted more of it. She felt as if it were filling every part of her body, pushing outwards through her stomach and chest, invading every inch of her skin. Her breasts and belly felt full, and Maria reached down to grip her chest in wonder.

Through the ripples of sensation emanating from her tail, Una looked over to see Susan and Cassandra writhing against each other, their hands moving frantically between each other’s legs. John was standing only a few feet away, his cock in his hand and his mouth open. He stared at Maria as her eyes rolled back in her head, and she thrashed as Una continued to pump the tail inside of her.

Una met John’s gaze, and the connection seemed to spread like an electric current through the air. Una watched John stroking his cock, his hand moving up and down its length. John looked back at Una and nodded, his breath slow and labored

Una nodded back, and lowered one hand to her pussy, spreading her lips and showing off her vulva. Yes, she thought. Hell yes. I want him to see me fucking our friend, and get off on it. John’s eyes remained glued to her opening as she slid two fingers inside herself. The priest started jacking his cock with a firm grip.

Maria, noticing her movements, emitted a muffled moan, her body moving slowly up and down, impaled on the flexible length of Una’s tail. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked up at Una with adoration and need.

Una, in turn, stared at John as she fluttered her fingers rapidly across her clit. The priest grunted and stroked, never breaking eye contact with Una. The succubus let out a low, urgent moan; John matched her. Una felt her body tighten with pleasure as she pushed herself towards orgasm.

John’s cock erupted with a torrent of his seed. His eyes bulged and his mouth opened in a silent cry. Ropes of thick cum arced towards Una’s chest as he jerked and stroked himself, filling the air between them with the scent of his semen. John’s eyes locked on Una’s as a fresh gush of seed splattered onto her breasts; the sensation, combined with the movement of her fingers inside her own pussy, made her lose control and cum with him. Una’s legs gave way beneath her and she sank to the ground, trembling and clutching her breasts and cunt in ecstasy.

Maria, writhing with the tail inside of her, gave a muffled cry and spasmed as she felt Una orgasm. She arched her back again and reached down to fondle her clitoris as her own second orgasm broke through her, her juices spraying out to soak the grass below.

Behind her, Cassandra and Susan continued to writhe together, their bodies moving in sync. Susan let out a low groan, then buried her face against Cassandra’s neck. Cassandra’s own motions grew more frantic, her thighs squeezing together tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Finally, as their friends lay spent on the ground, Cassandra clutched Susan and moaned loudly. Her hips thrusted violently into Susan’s hand.

Una took her fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. She slowly eased her tail from Maria’s throat; the taller blonde gasped and took deep breaths. The tip pulled out of Maria’s mouth with a pop and Maria fell back into the grass, panting, her hair splayed out around her head like a halo. Her full breasts rose and fell as she lay there, eyes closed in a state of blissful relaxation. “I did it,” she said.

Una ran two fingers across the bounty of her breasts, scooping up the creamy semen from between them. She licked them clean as Maria watched with delight. Una smiled down at the blonde girl, then looked over at John and winked. The priest had lowered himself to the grass, looking shocked and spent.

Maria opened her mouth wide in invitation. Una squatted down and kissed her softly on the lips. “Thank you, dear. I’m quite full now.”

“Not as full as I was,” Maria giggled, then promptly passed out.

***

Susan peered closely at Una, looking her in the eye. “Well, that certainly had the intended effect. You’re practically glowing. Your eyes definitely have a faint glow. How do you feel?”

Una nodded, flexing her fingers. “Rested and limber. Like I could run a marathon.” She looked over at Cassandra, sitting on the grass nearby. “More importantly… how’s Maria?” The hunter cradled the blonde girl’s head in her lap and was just corking a bottle of some substance that she’d been holding under Maria’s nose.

Maria struggled to lift her head. “I… I’m just great. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes and pushed Maria’s head down with a gentle prod. “Conscious, but out of it. Seems like you drained her, succubus.”

“Really…?” Concern furrowed Una’s brow. “I know I’m far from experienced with this stuff, but I didn’t feel I was drawing energy out of her, just from all the sexual energy pooling around us. If anything, I poured some energy into her, to change her.”

The demon hunter just grunted. “Either way, she’s in no shape to do anything but recover.”

Maria rubbed at her face. “I feel pretty damn amazing. Just completely floppy and very… sore. Is this normal for girls? Girls who… get railed in the face by hot demon chicks?”

Susan snorted back a laugh. “I’d normally be the last person to suggest splitting up instead of sticking together. But someone will have to take care of Maria, or at least get her back to the van… we can’t just leave her here.”

Cassandra nodded. “Understood.” She lifted one hand, and Susan tossed her a shirt.

“Now just hold on,” rumbled John. “I know we said Una’s our strongest asset, but surely Cassandra’s our second strongest.”

The pale eyes of the rangy, androgynous girl bored into John’s as she pulled her shirt on. “That’s why I’m going with the most vulnerable. Rear guard. I’ll join you when she’s secure.”

John sighed and glanced over at Una. The succubus really looked like she was ready for action, her lean crimson muscles stretching beneath the still-unzipped bike suit. Una squatted, one of her lithe legs extending to the side, then pushed off her hooves, hopping lightly to her feet. Susan was right: her eyes did indeed seem to shine with an unnatural golden glow.

The demoness rolled her neck and shook her horns playfully, noting John’s interest. “Father Michael’s body was never this limber, was it John?” She leaned to one side and stretched her arm across her shoulder, her breasts swaying heavily inside the shadows of her leather vest.

John shrugged. “As a human and a priest, he lacked your metabolism.”

Father John Hayes’ mind flashed back to the day he’d met Michael Belmont. That had been years before the succubus Yael possessed the priest, before she became Micki, then Una. I wanted to impress him so much—show him the plan I’d lined up for the parish’s annual fundraiser. He’d kept on proving himself, working overtime to get the church’s roof repaired after a harsh winter storm, then restarting their long-defunct soup kitchen.

John hadn’t realized it, but he’d quickly made that behavior a habit. He’d secured his role and ingratiated himself with Michael by tending to everything perfectly. He kept the books balanced to the penny, fixed everything that could benefit from repairs or a fresh coat of paint, and handled conflicts in the parish community.

Here I am, still trying to please the boss now that she’s Una, he thought, gazing at her perfect, naked form. Now that she’s a succubus who needs my body, or my sexual attention—at least when it suits her needs. Their relationship had changed drastically, but in some ways hadn’t changed at all, and the strangest thing was that it still felt natural to him.

Cassandra helped Maria to her feet, the blonde’s long legs wobbling like a colt’s. “The rest of you should hurry. We still need to get in and out quickly. Recover any survivors. Gone before others come,”

“Damn straight.” John cleared his throat. “Only a matter of time before the Swiss Guard or someone else from Rome shows up.”

Una grimaced and hopped to her feet. “Did you hear something from a contact?”

John shook his head. “From the few people I’m in touch with? Exactly the opposite. Complete silence, suspiciously so. Like everybody’s holding their breath, or is afraid to say anything wrong.”

Una scowled. Even when she’s frowning, John thought, she’s still inhumanly pretty.

“We’d better move,” said Una. “I wish we had more to go on than what Sherill’s said about others being held here… but we’ve got to do what we can to help. Cassandra, you know what you’re doing. John, Susan… what would you think about me getting an aerial view while you head towards the main compound?”

Both nodded. They all moved at once, following Una’s instructions without hesitation. Susan and John stepped through the ruined gate while Cassandra handed Maria a water bottle and helped her the other way down the road.

As the three-way separation happened, Una stared at the buildings in the distance. She couldn’t help remembering the last time she’d entered them—less than two days ago, but she’d been an entirely different person. The thought made something in her rage against welling feelings of humiliation and shame.

Spencer had brainwashed her, made her forget her true nature entirely, molding her into his trusted lieutenant. She’d only known herself as Mick, a young priest under Spencer’s guiding paternal mentorship. She’d been stuck like that until even that persona had chafed against mental chains and broken free. Her gut twisted with nausea just thinking about that violation; her mind couldn’t encompass the trauma. Not yet, she hummed to herself. Think about it later, deal with it later.

Now she again knew herself as a woman. Not just the succubus she’d chosen to be when embracing what Yael had done to her, but the merger of two female spirits into one—and a woman surrounded by her soul mates and confidants.

She would never return to those chapters of her existence, when she’d been a closeted pastor living in quiet desperation or a brainwashed, womanizing stooge. Una unzipped the back panel of her bike suit’s halter top and let the flap fold down against her lower back, then relaxed her shoulder blades. Her great black wings burst into existence.

She spread them wide. The dark feathers of the outer surface took on the blazing colors of the sunlight passing through the darkness of the trees behind her. Una took a deep breath and jumped into the air.

The succubus glided for a moment, savoring the wind on her face. She stretched them out to their full extension and rose above the trees with a powerful beat of her wings. Below she could see John and Susan already headed towards the main building.

She knew where to go: though reluctant to think about her time as Spencer’s tool, she had her memories from those days. The building directly below her was the research center, with a maze of tunnels beneath it. Spencer’s team, a group of demonic and magical clergy, had held, tested, and interrogated her there before the brainwashing.

Above the ground, it looked like nothing more than a dilapidated office building. Una saw no signs of activity around it, nor near the other smaller buildings across the field. In those dormitories and exercise grounds, Spencer’s Curia for Supernatural Warfare trained willing recruits while examining them for signs of “potential.” Their usefulness as supernatural tools, that is—whether due to carrying reawakened supernatural bloodlines or a talent for magic.

If we’re short on time, she decided, we ought to search underground first. I remember the type of trainee I lived with at the dorms—none of them had been locked up or experimented on like Sherill Kincaid. They were all there of their own free will. She beat her wings again, watching the ground for signs of movement as she circled.

If the old research center held any of Spencer’s unwilling victims, however, they might remain imprisoned, hurt… or worse. She shuddered to think of it, then recalled something she’d heard from James Kincaid, Spencer’s endlessly mind-wiped chief of operations. The test subjects included children.

Una swooped down to land in front of John and Susan, who were getting close to the office building. She folded her wings up and they vanished, returning to wherever they’d appeared from. “Looks like we’re alone,” she reported. “At least based on what I could see up there. The basement entrance I mentioned should be just up ahead.”

Susan nodded. “Let’s find whoever we can and evacuate.”

John clearly agreed as well, and they made a beeline out of the trees for the metal doors that Kincaid had forced open. The former Swiss Guard officer had broken Spencer’s hold on his mind after a series of conversations with Mick. Kincaid then used a car and his own ample strength to break into the building, looking for his daughter Sherill.

The wreckage of debris and trashed vehicles around the building was more extensive than the last time Una had seen it. Nezz, she realized, must have caused this destruction as he broke out of here, growing and absorbing matter. No wonder there was nobody left in the camp—anyone who could get the hell out did exactly that.

John tested what remained of the basement door, which had twisted in the frame. “I can see through the gaps here… looks clear if we can it open.”

He looked over at the two women. Una stared at the door with intense preoccupation, but Susan was looking at the rear corner of the building, opposite the way they’d come. One hand touched the skin of her neck.

Of course, John remembered. Just around that corner—where that wicked old nun slashed her throat. Then some strange energy had burst from inside Susan and healed her. He paused. Una also went through some serious shit here—so recently, and so much trauma for both of them. It felt too soon to dive back into those horrific memories—but if they waited, it might be too late for anyone else trapped here.

John cleared his throat. “You going to be all right?” His eyes moved from Una to Susan and back again.

The succubus cocked her head, a curiously human gesture that reminded him of the priest who she’d once been. Then Una laughed. Not a scornful laugh, but a warm, soft chuckle.

Everything about the way she looks screams “succubus,” John thought: her scarlet skin, horns and tail, and her supernaturally perfect body. But inside… inside I have this feeling she’s still the same human I’ve known for years, who I came to love.

“We got out of here once,” Una said, and John wasn’t sure whether she meant Yael and Micki, or their entire group, “We won. And now we carry the fight back here to help others. So no, I’m not all right… not yet. But I will be.”

As Una spoke, her voice rich with passion, John’s eyes darted to Susan’s face. His other friend’s expression was full of loyal determination, the trace of hesitation evaporating in the heat of her love for Una.

The succubus stepped partway down the flight of three stairs leading to the entrance and placed a hand on the edge of the twisted metal door. She gripped it firmly and strained. John could see the muscles flexing in her arms and shoulders with effort, almost as if they were swelling.

The door creaked, and Una grunted with exertion as she pulled, finally tearing it from the frame with a sudden jerk. She held the door up triumphantly before tossing it to one side. Susan applauded, beaming.

“Damn, you got strong,” John said. “That session with Maria really charged you up.”

Una winked at him. “You helped too—or have you forgotten spraying cum all over my tits from six feet away? That was hot, Father.” John flushed, his face a mixture of embarrassment and feeling seen. Una noticed, stepping closer and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey… when this is all over, would you like to take me out for dinner?” she asked him softly. “Maybe somewhere nice… we’ll dress up. I’ll put on that dress we found after the first time we… you know.” She grinned at him again, and John couldn’t help but return the smile. It had been the first time he’d seen her in a dress, and though they’d intended to go out to eat, their departure had gotten quite delayed.

John coughed, breaking the spell. “Sure. Of course, you’ll have to decide if it still suits your new, ah… complexion.” He patted her scarlet-hued hand, and she graced him with a brief kiss, her lips whispering past his cheek and onto his ear.

Susan was watching them with a wry grin, patient and with her characteristic lack of jealousy, but with one foot already down the stairs. She tapped her wrist as if say “clock’s ticking.”

John was about to step through the ruined doorway after Susan and Una when the trap sprung.