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Prince of Hell Ch.1
🕑 Added 2023-12-02 17:10:52 +0000 UTC[Tags: Original, Snippet, Smut, Demons, Hell-focused, Corruption, Dom/sub, Breeding, Conquest, Yandere nun, Future Netori, As in: MC cucking the villain, A lot, It’s a key aspect of the plot, No actual NTR though, Smut-is-plot, Hopefully some interesting world-building as well, Not canon compliant (to the Bible lol)]
All was lost. His empire, his domain crafted over unending eons, crumbled before his eyes. Nothing he could do would stop it from slipping through his fingers like sand. All because of his selfish, covetous peers.
Still, even now, he couldn’t blame them. They were just acting according to their natures. They were Demons, Devils in the truest sense of the word. They wanted what they shouldn’t have. So his slice of Hell was being taken, ripped apart, and split amongst those who thought they could call him an equal.
It was inevitable, really. Conquest was the way of Hell. He always knew he’d eventually be visited by the metaphorical Horseman. That didn’t stop the fall from hurting. Oh, how it hurt.
Prometheus was the first of the Princes of Hell. He’d been around since time immemorial. He was steady. A constant source of stability in this ever-changing Hellscape. He’d watched the other Prince of Hell titles turn into revolving doors as whoever was strongest claimed them through sheer might and force.
But nothing lasted forever. Entropy came for everyone, in the end. Even Prometheus. Of course, it was only right that it took something unprecedented to see him finally fall.
An alliance. One between utterly selfish beings. An anomaly of cooperation and forcefully combined self-interest. Of the nine Hell Princes, seven turned their focus upon Prometheus.
The eighth hadn’t left her Palace of Pleasure in eons. Lilith was the second of their number. The only one who had lasted anywhere near as long as Prometheus. The only other source of stability in Hell. And that was more because of apathy and hedonism than any kind of skillful rule.
Lilith was neutral, too busy lazing about and indulging her every want and whim to worry about anything that happened outside her direct sight. Prometheus could count on her having nothing to do with this ungodly alliance. Still, that left him alone to face the combined force of seven Hell Princes.
Led by Lucifer, the youngest of their number — and most ambitious —, the armies of Hell waged war upon the ancient Fire-Bringer. Prometheus had not lasted so long out of pure pacifism. But even his mighty empire couldn’t hold out against enemies on every side.
He was worn down, his forces broken until only his original seat of power was left. A city, a palace built around a single rock. The one Prometheus had been chained to so long ago. The one he’d long since conquered and twisted to his advantage.
Now, armies marched through the streets. Cruel depravities were visited upon his subjects. Buildings burned to ash and walls crumbled to dust. Even Prometheus’ seat of power was broken, shattered into pieces by each of the attacking Hell Princes. All was lost.
Lucifer, the Fallen Angel cruel and reckless with his youth, wished to usurp Prometheus and his title directly. He coveted all of Hell itself. His Pride demanded nothing less. He didn’t wish to be a mere prince. He fashioned himself as a king.
Prometheus wasn’t so helpless or generous as to just hand Lucifer his dreams. Not quite yet. With great pain and effort, he split off a portion of himself. He did what no other Hell Prince had done.
Hell Princes were the pinnacle of Demonkind. They were the most everything. Selfish, proud, bitter, petty, and foolish beyond belief. They would take their titles to the grave if they could. No Hell Prince, past or current, would dream of designating an heir.
Lucifer aimed to take Prometheus’ place, take his title and position as a Hell Prince. Prometheus was not so foolish and arrogant. No Hell Prince could hold two titles at the same time. It was law. When Prometheus finally succumbed to his wounds, someone else would rise up to take his title.
It wouldn’t be Lucifer. Or any other Hell Prince. If Prometheus had his way, it wouldn’t even be another Demon at all.
Prometheus had a soft spot for Humans. He gave them the Original Flame despite knowing he would be punished for it. Cast out of the mortal realm so, so long ago, it was only appropriate that his last act be another gift for the species that birthed him. Or one individual amongst them, at least.
He told no one of his full plans. But he did leave a set of instructions behind. Instructions for one of his many daughters. Not his oldest. Nor his youngest. But perhaps his most favorite daughter: Madyline.
Prometheus himself was laid low. Weaker than he’d ever been. He could feel his life waning by the second. Nothing could save him now. But perhaps the one who came after him would be luckier.
So when death finally came for him, Prometheus was able to accept it. He’d have his heir. And his heir would have his revenge. And hopefully, his favorite daughter wouldn’t be so upset when she had a piece of him to hold closely, even if that piece would be part of another.
Lucifer stood over Prometheus as he died. With an arrogant and sadistically satisfied smirk, he reached for the Hell Prince’s dying power. It slipped through his grip as if he was trying to grab onto thin air.
As Lucifer raged at the ‘injustice’, Prometheus’ power — a sliver of his being — drifted unnoticed through a tiny portal to the Human realm. It couldn’t last for long there, struggling to exist against the Human Collective Conscious. So thankfully, it found its mark quickly.
A young man named Alexander. An orphan raised by the Church who had struck out on his own to find his path in life. His path found him first.
IIIII
Alexander let himself fall into the confessional seat, “Forgive me, Sister, for I have sinned. It’s been two months since my last confession.”
“Alexander? Is that you? You came back?” An excited woman’s voice came from the other side of the booth.
“Yes, Sister Maria. I’m back. For now. I-… I need help…” Alexander sighed but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the familiar voice.
“Ah, r-right… Ahem,” Maria cleared her throat, remembering her duty. “What’s wrong, my child?”
“Something’s wrong with me. And I don’t know what. Or why. It’s driving me crazy. I don’t have anyone else to turn to.”
“The Church will always accept you, child. I will always accept you, Alexander…”
“I know… I’m just disappointed in myself for returning so soon after I left. I feel like a failure.”
“You’re anything but a failure, Alexander. Personally, I couldn’t be more proud of you. It takes strength and courage to forge your own path. And even more to ask for help. The Cloth isn’t for you. That’s okay. But we’re still your family. We’ll help you in any way we can.”
“R-Right…” Alexander exhaled. “Well, it started a couple of days ago. I started to feel… ‘pent-up’. It’s only gotten worse and worse. I can’t even take care of it myself anymore. I don’t know what to do. Is it possible to pray away… sinful d-desire?”
“Sinful Desires?” Maria blinked on the other side of the confessional. “Is that all? Yes, that should be easy enough to take care of. Honestly, you had me worried there for a moment, Alexander.”
“It is something to worry about!” Alexander grunted in frustration. “My self-control is on a razor’s edge. I feel like I might violate someone at any moment! And I’m terrified that I won’t be able to stop myself!”
Maria hummed, “Hmm, a couple of days, you say?”
“Since Monday. I couldn’t even last a week…” Alexander admitted to his shame.
“Then perhaps this is more serious than I thought. Should I…? Yes, it’s the only way,” Maria mumbled to herself.
“The only way? What’s-…” Alexander was interrupted by the small hatch in the confessional sliding open.
Unseen by either of them, an invisible touch tweaked the world to Alexander’s desires. Fueled by suppressed sin and lust, the changes were subtle and deliciously corruptive. The sliver of Prometheus’ power inside Alexander reared its head, setting Alexander and his childhood crush on the road to Hell.
Maria got on her knees on the other side of the confessional. She clasped her hands together before her breasts. If this was what must be done, she would do it willingly. Besides, Alexander had always been an adorable boy. She was quite fond of him and truly? This sin-purging method wasn’t a bother for her if it was with him.
All Alexander saw was a pair of familiar lips on the other side of the confessional’s hatch. In an instant, his world narrowed until only they remained. He never knew a simple mouth could be so… tempting.
Maria’s lips looked so soft and pink. She pursed them. Alexander felt himself strain against his pants.
When had he gotten so hard? No, he hadn’t even fully gone soft! Not since these sinful desires began. And now, Maria was only making things so much worse.
“Rely on me, Alexander. I shall purge you of your sins,” Maria rasped, her voice thick with something Alexander couldn’t quite place.
He was lying to himself. He could place it. The seed of power inside him made sure of that. He just didn’t want to believe what he was hearing. He didn’t want to believe that the woman he’d always looked up to, the woman who helped raise him like an older sister, could be so lustful, so lewd.
“W-What…” Alexander swallowed hard. “What are you doing, Sister…?”
“My sacred form shall suck the sin out of you, Alexander,” Maria whispered. “I shall drain you of your worries and troubles. You don’t have to struggle alone. Let me ‘~struggle~’ with you~”
“I-I don’t… Surely, you can’t mean…” Alexander didn’t want to accept the reality before him.
Maria cooed, “Come now, you will not hurt me~ You must give in to your desires so you may be relieved of them~”
“This can’t be happening. I’m dreaming. I must be. But then…”
“Alexander,” Maria chastised. “Shut up and fuck my face already!”
“Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Alexander swore, tearing his pants off like they were on fire.
He flinched when his sensitive flesh hit the air. Standing a good foot out from his body, his monstrous cock throbbed angrily. It truly was a monster. Huge beyond common sense and almost completely corrupted by whatever had taken over Alexander’s body and soul.
“Forgive me, Sister!” He cried, thrusting his cock through the confessional hatch.
Maria was forced back by the carnal beast that came through before her face. She could only blink and gape in shock. It was enormous. Pulsing veins ran up and down its length and dull spikes lined the thick shaft. Throbbing with an inhuman red color, it was Lust incarnate.
Maria couldn’t help but submit to the mere sight of the beastly bitch-breaking, cunt-molding COCK. It was gorgeous, mind-breakingly so. Something like this could only come from a higher power. A blessing. A curse. Did it matter?
No, Maria decided. It was connected to Alexander. It was his, no matter how it came about. That was enough for her. Maria felt her worldview shift in an instant, centering on this godly member and the man it sprouted from.
Her faith twisted, corruptive influences seeping into her mind. But the corruption tasted of Alexander. So Maria accepted it wholly and eagerly into the core of her being. The boy she’d helped raise couldn’t be bad, couldn’t be evil or wrong. She gave herself over to the budding Hell Prince there and then.
“M-My word…” Maria stuttered breathlessly.
“It’s new,” Alexander groaned. “I was too embarrassed to mention it. That seems silly now. Please, Sister… Please, Maria, I can’t hold out much longer.”
“Of course, Alexander. My apologies. The last thing I want is to leave you hurting,” Maria’s voice soothed some of the ripped ragged edges of Alexander’s willpower.
She moved herself back into position, staring deep into the eye of the beast. The beast stared back. It pulsed and throbbed. A single drop, thick and impossibly white, leaked from its tip.
Before she knew what she was doing, Maria’s finger reached out and collected the blessed substance. It clung to her finger and she raised it to her mouth. Not quite in control of herself, Maria watched the droplet come closer and closer. Then it touched her tongue and she came instantly.
Her eyes fluttered. Her kneeling legs quivered and shook. Gushing pleasure shot from her core, pooling in a puddle on the floor beneath.
It was amazing, pure ambrosia coating her tongue. No taste could compare. Nothing could compare. Even just Alexander’s precum sent Maria’s mind spiraling into blessed depravity. And it was just a hint of what was to come. What she’d earn by satisfying Alexander’s pent-up desires.
“Maria? Are you okay?” Alexander asked, concern shining through his overwhelming lust.
“Mhmmmmm~!” Maria moaned. The sound was so utterly lewd that it sent shocks of arousal shooting up Alexander’s spine.
“Then. Get. To. Fucking. Work!” Alexander grunted, instantly pushed back to the edge of his self-control.
His cock jumped as if punctuating his words. The movement sent Maria scrambling to obey. To worship and pleasure her new god.
She set herself before the monstrous member, her eyes forced to cross so she wouldn’t lose sight of it for a single second. Shaky, reverent hands came up on either side.
She traced along the impossible length of womb-conquering man-meat. It burned at the touch of her fingers. Huge, virile balls swelled below that slut-shattering shaft.
It should have been scary, impossibly intimidating. But all Maria could feel was awe and lust that scalded her core and flooded her pussy.
She was panting. Every breath tickled Alexander’s sensitive skin. Teasing, tempting, and driving him to the edge.
His cock bucked and throbbed in her hands. Something primal and bestial growled. Alexander belatedly realized it was him.
The moment Maria’s tongue made contact was like enlightenment for Alexander. So much slotted into place. There was nothing wrong with him. This wasn’t a curse. It was a blessing. A gift from a dying philanthropist. Even if that philanthropist wasn’t quite in touch with Humanity anymore.
He didn’t know what he was now. He didn’t know who had blessed him with this twisted gift. All he knew was his purpose. To take what was HIS!
It was a revelation. Prometheus’ gift of fire to mankind. Only this time, it was for Alexander and Alexander alone. He didn’t know just how right he was with that metaphor.
Some might have called it selfish. Or sinful. Or ungodly and blasphemous. Alexander didn’t give two fucks and he never would again. The truth of the world was laid bare before him and all that mattered was what he could claim for himself.
Maria lapped at the tip of his knob like it was a lollipop. Her tongue bathed him, worshipped him, lavishing his cock with slippery warmth. Her hands cradled him, slowly stroking that godly cock, knobbly spikes and all.
Alexander leaned against the wall in the confessional. Another lust-filled growl left his lips. He couldn’t help himself. Maria was hitting all of his buttons as pent-up desires reached higher and higher.
With a long-drawn-out, lovely moan, Maria took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide, struggling to fit around the monstrous girth at first. Then something seemed to click.
In a single motion, Maria dipped her head and latched her lips around the engorged ridge of Alexander’s cock. She suckled there for a moment. More divine precum leaked onto her tongue. Maria drank deeply like a woman dying of thirst.
Her eyes closed. Her moans vibrated around Alexander’s cock. She pushed her head farther down its length. So much throbbing flesh filled her mouth. Steel wrapped in velvet, Maria swallowed it all.
Nothing stood in the way of her worshipful sucking. Physical limitations were laughed at outright. Her throat opened for him easily, eagerly. Inch by inch, Maria slid her head down the conquering ‘sword’.
Her mind reveled in the pleasure and depravity of it all. She was still herself. But different. Changed by the religious experience of Alexander’s cock and the power that sprouted inside him.
Maria felt herself being conquered and surrendered completely. She wanted to submit, to help her Alexander in every way she could. The act of utter domination fueled fires deep in both of their cores.
They’d both been so repressed, almost ashamed of their natural desires. Alexander had never been able to bring himself to act on his lifelong crush. Maria had never let her appreciation and not-quite-sisterly love for him see the light of day.
Pleasure freed their hidden desires. Unlocked and left unguarded, they both desperately tried to show everything they felt through their actions. They had to. Maria couldn’t exactly speak at the moment, and everything Alexander said came out as the growl of an uncollared beast. That didn’t stop them from trying though.
“Fuuuuck~” Alexander’s voice rumbled. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, Maria~”
Maria’s moans were muffled and choked by the throbbing shaft between her lips, “‘Eeeee Chooooo~!”
“Shhhh~” Alexander shushed her, purring. “Don’t talk~ You have something more important to focus on~ That’s right~ Good girl~ Let your mouth do the talking in another way~”
Maria suckled and whimpered, “Yessh ‘ir~”
Her head bobbed up and down his length. Her tongue swirled around his shaft. Unnoticed by either of them, it began to lengthen — twisted and corrupted by the sheer force of Maria’s desire to lick every inch of Alexander’s cock.
With Alexander’s budding potential, the act was made possible, almost natural. Maria slowly molded her body to please him perfectly. She submitted to him completely, slurping and swallowing vigorously as if to offer proof.
The air in the confessional was filled with power and potential corruption. Even out of his natural environment, the new Hell Prince was unconsciously twisting the world to his will. The weight of reality on Earth made the task difficult but not quite impossible. Maria and Alexander fell further into corruption with each passing second.
*GHLUCK GLUUK SHLUKK SHLULP*
Degenerate sounds filled the air as Maria fucked her face on Alexander’s cock. Her hands joined her lips in worship. Stroking up and down, gripping, and twirling like she was trying to milk Alexander’s very soul from his balls.
She buried him deep in her throat. Thick veins pulsed against her tongue. The dull spikes of Alexander’s cock tickled her cheeks. She sucked hard, putting everything she had into making her Alexander come and come hard.
Maria devoted herself completely to cock worship. Unnaturally red flesh flashed in and out of her mouth. Alexander groaned, letting the confessional wall support him since his legs were barely up to the task.
Her mouth was so wet; her tongue, so warm and nimble. Her throat gripped him like a sheathe. Tight muscles swallowed up and down his length with each of Maria’s self-imposed face-fucking head-bobs.
An obscene scene of debased debauchery unfolded within a supposedly holy place. A nun and one of her flock. A Hell Prince and one of his subjects. Alexander and Maria did their best to make the confessional sacred in an entirely different, corrupted sense of the word.
Alexander’s sinful ‘shame’ was forgotten. His self-control was abandoned temporarily. Resistance was meaningless, futile. He didn’t want to resist anymore in the first place. Restraint was for the weak and those unsatisfied with their lives.
Something inside Alexander knew he wasn’t weak. Not anymore. Knew that repression would only harm him. That he could be wholly satisfied if he wanted to be. If he just reached out and took it.
So he reached. And some final piece clicked into place inside him. Alexander was a creature of sin, of power, of domination and conquest. Corruption surged through him and he embraced it, harnessing it for his own desires.
Suddenly clawed fingers dug into the wood wall of the confessional. It was all that separated him from what was HIS. His balls churned below his shaft. His core tightened. Everything pulsed. Alexander came.
Lurching balls sent ropes of seed rocketing up the length of his cock. Like a broken faucet, he poured jizz into Maria’s mouth and down her throat. It was like he was pumping straight into her stomach.
Maria’s eyes widened with shock. Her body spasmed with pure pleasure and satisfaction. She hadn’t even had to touch herself. Just the taste of HER ALEXANDER sent her flying over the edge to never return.
Spurt after spurt filled her mouth. Pure manly essence flooded her tastebuds, flooded her soul. Alexander’s mind-melting cock throbbed larger on her tongue. Thicker, harder until it consumed even more of Maria’s world.
To her great shame, Maria couldn’t contain it all. Some drops leaked from her lips, sealed ineffectually around Alexander’s girth, to splatter wastefully on the floor. If she could have whined, she would have. As it was, Maria could only gulp down what felt like gallon after gallon of glorious cum.
To her even greater shame, Maria realized she was running out of air. She would have gladly drowned in the endless flood of seed. But then she wouldn’t have been able to service her Alexander anymore! Wouldn’t be able to worship him as he deserved and help him as she always had.
That was unacceptable. So reluctantly, she pulled her mouth off Alexander’s wonderful breeding tool. But even as she panted to catch her breath, she nuzzled the blessed shaft, making sure her Alexander was able to paint her face with the only-now dwindling spurts of cum.
A low, rumbling growl pulled her attention upward. Maria slowly forced her eyes to focus past the cock that became her world, even as one eye was blocked by its lip-stretching girth. A gasp stole the air from her lungs when her vision finally focused on HER ALEXANDER.
He was awe-inspiring. Gorgeous. Divine. The confessional wall had crumbled under his grip, disintegrating as he came. Now, all Maria could see was him~
His eyes shined with power, twin orbs of glowing orange flames with draconic, slit-like pupils in the center. He stared down at her with an emotion Maria couldn’t quite put into words in his gaze. It took her breath away all the same.
His usually black hair was now more of a dark gray that shimmered into white when the light caught it just right. A circular tattoo-like mark smoldered on his forehead — burning gold in the shape of a star and set between a pair of curved horns. A fallen halo glowed behind his head, illuminating him gently like a rising sun.
His facial features seemed enhanced, somehow just… more. Sharper and softer at the same time. Expressive and stoic. Angelicly beautiful and devilishly handsome.
Flame-kissed skin pulled Maria’s eyes lower. A body that could only be a gift from the divine greeted her wandering gaze. Sharp, muscular planes and taut, corded lines all wrapped in that deliciously soft-looking skin. All Maria wanted to do was snuggle into those abs and nibble on them~!
“Oh, my Alexander~” Maria purred huskily.
Her sense of mind returned, changed but still recognizably herself. Her boiling lust waned just enough to think but didn’t disappear.
“Sister Maria~” Alexander replied, his voice just as heavy with lust and desire as hers.
“You’re simply amazing~ Perfect~ Oh, I’m so glad I was able to help you~” Maria swooned.
“Don’t think you’ve succeeded just yet, Sister~” Alexander rasped. “My desires for you have never been so petty or simple. No, I won’t rest until you carry my child. Bare-foot~ Bred~ Mine~”
The contrast between Maria’s nun’s habit and the unholy jizz that painted her face was depraved. Delicious. Sinfully sublime~. The expression of surprise on her face was even more so. Especially as it morphed into pure lust and almost unhinged devotion.
Maria’s consent came quickly and enthusiastically, “Oh, how long I’ve restrained myself~! But now~? I’ve never felt so free~! Yes~! Take me, my Alexander~!”
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk~ I’m going to make you scream my name and forget every oath you’ve ever given~ I’m going to knock you the fuck up~!” Alexander growled.
He loomed over her, standing tall and strong. The sight alone made Maria’s core flutter and her womb drop. As if already getting ready to accept his fertile seed.
Despite his recent orgasm, his monstrous cock never wavered. If anything, it only seemed to grow harder. A steel-strong beast, throbbing with lust, Alexander’s cock had already conquered Maria’s mind.
She was his. Wholly, completely — mind, body, and soul, she submitted to the boy she’d helped raise. Her body moved before she could stop herself. Not that she would have even if she could.
Maria ended up sprawled out on the floor of the confessional. She lay on her back, looking up at her Alexander and presenting herself for his eyes.
Once dedicated to faith and chastity, Maria’s body was utterly lewd. Usually hidden beneath unflattering robes and chaste vows, this was the first time Alexander was getting a good look at his pseudo-older sister’s figure.
It’d been seductive beyond belief before they even began. No amount of nunnery robes could hide those titanic titties or that sinful hourglass figure. But now, pushed into corruption by Alexander’s budding powers and molded by Maria’s desires to please him, it was perfection, Fertility incarnate.
Strands of honey-blonde hair peeked out from beneath her nun’s habit. Her face was at once innocent and sisterly, and wanton as a whore.
Maria’s robes were somehow tighter now, hugging her like a second skin. Every inch of her lecherous body was exposed through the now-flimsy fabric. From her soft, bouncing chest pillows to the supple curves of her waist and wide, breeding hips.
Even her nipples were visible through the robes. Large, puffy points decorated each of her breasts beautifully.
Alexander could even tell that they were inverted, sunken in on themselves ever-so-slightly. The sight sent his blood racing as if it were trying to break the sound barrier inside his veins.
Maria’s overwhelming need to please Alexander changed her body, even now. Her figure grew softer somehow — pliant, pliable, and perfect for Alexander to grope to his heart’s corrupted content. Her flexibility increased, all the better to showcase to Alexander what was now his.
As easily as breathing, Maria’s legs split apart and stretched up above either side of her head in a lewd ‘V’. She folded herself in half for him and his hungry eyes.
Plump and plush thighs framed her body, from her supple waist to her massive motherly mammaries. Those wonderful breeding hips looked impossibly wider from this position, ready and waiting for Alexander to seize them with his hands and pound down into them until Maria’s mind leaked out of her ears.
With the wall between them destroyed at Alexander’s hands, there was much more room for their upcoming ‘activities’. Their skin-slapping, flesh-pounding, cunt-splitting, soul-corrupting breeding~!
That thought was the final straw for Alexander’s strained self-control. He threw the scraps of it away completely. They could be recovered later.
He lunged at Maria’s presented form. His cock smacked against her stomach, sounding so much like a startling gunshot even when it didn’t at all. Maria jumped slightly at the impact, moaning as she felt the full extent of what her poor, pure body was to be subjected to.
Alexander stretched to above her belly button! And he was so hard! So impossibly solid against her soft, soft flesh~ He would ruin her~ Maria couldn’t contain her excitement.
Through her robes, the root of Alexander’s bitch-breaking cock ground against Maria’s puffy pussy mound. Her clit throbbed, craving direct contact. Her pulsing pussy petals and lips soaked Alexander’s balls through the fabric, those twin orbs feeling so full and hot even with the slight barrier between them.
Maria moaned like a cock-starved slut, “Yeeesssshh~! More, my Alexander, more~! Pleassshheee, don’t make me wait~!”
Alexander had no intention of disappointing her. Something inside him tensed unconsciously. His cock flexed, acting as a route into reality for his new power. Somehow, the fabric of Maria’s robes — thin and flimsy as it now was — dissolved.
Maria gasped, Alexander’s skin scaldingly hot against her own. H-How…? He’d barely moved. And yet her robes were falling apart, turning to less than dust against her skin.
Alexander didn’t give her a chance to ponder the impossible. His hips reared back. In a single motion, he thrust himself forward into her. From base to tip, Maria was stretched in an instant.
She gasped again, coming out as more of a choked gurgle. It should have hurt. It should have killed her even. But Maria felt nothing but pleasure. Intense, mind-breaking ecstasy from the tips of her toes to her core and from her core to her fizzling brain.
Corruption and power continued to twist her body, making it lewder and lewder. Impossibly so. Pain was discarded, unless it served to further pleasure in some way. Internal stretchiness matched her external flexibility.
By her own unconscious desires, Maria’s body became the perfect cocksleeve for Alexander alone to claim and use. And immediately, she was used in the way she subconsciously intended. As a tool, a toy for her Alexander’s pleasure.
Thrust after womb-pounding thrust rocked her whole body. Alexander pistoned himself in and out of her like a turbo-driven engine. Her plump body jiggled and bounced with the force.
Internal muscles, corrupted to lewd perfection, writhed and wriggled around the invading, conquering cock. Even as Maria’s mind was sent into orbit — flashing white and black and every color in between —, her body milked Alexander like a good cocksleeve should.
Liquid arousal flowed from her core like a waterfall. Alexander’s cock was drenched and then drenched again by gushing squirts that only added more lewd lube to his motions. Their crotches became a repeatedly combining mess of sticky, slippery goodness.
Alexander fucked on and on. His cock carved its way through Maria’s body. He stretched her wide enough that her body was forced to adapt even more.
Every thrust struck her womb, kissing it directly. And yet, there was no pain. Just pleasure that built upon pleasure until Maria was tongue-lollingly, eye-rollingly fucked silly!
Alexander’s cock lived up to every hyphen-combined adjective Maria had mentally used to describe it previously. It stretched her cunt! It pounded her womb! It blew her mind! It broke her like a bitch~!
Alexander’s massive, monstrous member forced Maria’s insides into his shape. Her body molded to him. His cock split her open completely.
Like clay in a master sculptor’s hands, Maria’s perfectly pliant pussy was made into a corrupted masterpiece.
Thick thighs deformed wonderfully beneath Alexander’s grip. Soft flesh spilled around his fingers. Pale, milky skin was rosy and flushed, shining with sweat and exertion. Bountiful breasts bounced, heaving with every thrust and panting breath.
Gripping lower lips were stretched as wide as they could go, clinging tight to Alexander’s pistoning cock. Inner folds were fucked smooth over and over again. A womb straight out of hentai descended to relish every kiss of a hard-thrusting, mind-conquering cockhead.
All the while, a growl rumbled in Alexander’s chest. A growl that built to almost unintelligible mutters and then to shouts of lust and desire.
*PLAP~!* “Get pregnant!” *PLAP PLAP~!* “Get pregnant!” *PLAP PLAP PLAP~!* “Get!” *PLAP~!* “Fucking!” *PLAP~!* “Bred!”
Pressing Maria onto the floor with his whole weight, Alexander hilted himself inside her one final time. His cock slotted perfectly into place inside her, smooching her womb and stretching her inner walls. The whole shaft throbbed and throbbed, from the thick veins to the dull spikes.
Cum exploded out of Alexander’s cock. It rushed like a torrential river into Maria’s babyroom. Rope after rope after rope, the flood of jizz kept coming. Maria was filled completely with blessed heat and primal satisfaction.
By some miracle, Maria was able to force her eyes to focus as they both came together. She saw Alexander staring back at her. His lips twisted into a primal snarl. His eyes glowed with possessive love.
Maria moaned and moaned. She was his. He’d claimed her from her womb to her skin. She would bear his child. She was HIS~!
And she couldn’t be happier. Her hands came up to cup his cheeks and she returned the love in his gaze. Words weren’t needed but Maria tried for them anyway.
“G-Good boy~… my Alexander~… L-Let it all out~… I’ll take all of your sin~…” She stuttered breathlessly.
“You’re mine, Maria~” Alexander growled. “The mother of my children~ My heart and conscience~ The key to my Humanity~ Mine~!”
“Yours~ All yours, my Alexander~” Maria murmured her agreement. “Til death do us part~ Even if the whole world is against us~ Yours~”
They stayed connected for quite some time, neither willing to let go of this momentary afterglow. Two souls. One changed by power and budding potential. The other changed by corruption and selfless desire.
Alexander was already becoming more than Human. But Maria was his link, his anchor to Humanity. With her, he’d never lose sight of it.
And as lewdly corrupted as she was, Maria was still Maria. Still a woman of God. That faith had just been tweaked ever so slightly. More open and compromising, centered around her Alexander.
God had given her a new duty. Released her partially from her vows. She was Alexander’s. His wife in all but name. And somehow, Maria knew God was gracious enough to let her serve her new husband. To let her continue to help and look after him as she always had.
Especially with the changes she could see from Alexander. Blessed though they may be (there was no other option in Maria’s mind), they were still changes. Alexander would need plenty of help and support to adjust to them. And Maria would be by his side to give him that support.
As they lay there, reveling in each other’s embrace, something from outside the mortal realm connected to the Hell Prince seed inside Alexander. It locked on and the power let it. It felt oh-so-familiar, though Alexander couldn’t place why.
A circle of fire and brimstone harmlessly surrounded the coupled pair. Both Maria and Alexander were slow to react, unable to move or unlock themselves from each other even if they wanted to. Their afterglow was just too pleasant, too comfortable.
Even as the circle flashed to completion, they could barely bring themselves to care. They felt no danger. Maria felt nothing, not even a twinge to her faith as the hellish circle consumed them. Alexander only felt that familiar connection deep down inside.
A portal opened up, tracing the edge of the fiery circle. Maria and Alexander fell through. The only evidence left behind of their presence was a destroyed confessional booth and the scent of deviant sex. Together, the two of them left Earth and fell into Hell. Into a new path for Alexander. A path of Conquest, Domination, and Princehood.
Comments
Travis054
I Hope to See Angel in Story (Kelvin hiu Angel by the way)
jp9901
Sinfully delicious!
