A pious nun with the power to sense others’ emotions finds her sleep interrupted by the searing lust emanating from a recently erected brothel.
guest story by reluctant-ronin
tags: corruption, demon, girl penis, nsfw, transformation, village of nightmare
Sister Natalia tossed and turned in her tiny bed. In all her years as a servant of the Church of Secklid, she had embraced the modest lifestyle the faith demanded. But tonight, as with the past twelve nights, the wooden supports of the bedframe felt far too firm beneath her flimsy mattress, and the rough burlap sheets chafed her suddenly much-too-sensitive nipples. Despite the relative coolness of the communal sleeping room, she felt unbearably hot, and she was keenly aware of the not-entirely-unpleasant scent of her own sweat and… other fluids.
Blast it, why did Secklid feel the need to test her resolve like this? What sin had she committed to deserve such punishment? Had she grown too proud of her own talents? Certainly, her empathic powers, though not nearly as powerful as Sister Therese’s ability to read minds, had proven useful in determining the sincerity of a confessor’s guilt or detecting the hint of doubt in the mind of a parishioner. She even had to admit that she’d enjoyed the mother superior’s frequent praise, but she’d never bragged about her skills, nor did she belittle her peers for lacking such obviously divine gifts.
But now, ever since that loathsome brothel had been erected in the town square, that blessing felt more like a curse. During the day, those whor—prostitutes openly prowled the marketplace, brazen and shameless in their garish makeup, gaudy clothing, and jangling jewelry. And at night, primal, red-hot lust practically radiated from their house of vice, creeping through the convent doors like a malevolent specter, oozing through the darkened hallways, slithering past her slumbering sisters, penetrating her like a thick, throbbing—
Natalia bit her lip to suppress a moan as her pus—vagina clenched around her intruding finger, only allowing a shuddering sigh to escape once she was certain her fellow nuns had not stirred. She examined the glistening beads of feminine pleasure dripping between her fingernails (dismissing their dark green coloration and more manicured appearance as a trick of the dim light), wracking her brain to recall when she had succumbed to these unwelcome temptations… and finding it increasingly difficult to care as the phantom sensations continued to wash over her body.
She could feel everything. Not just those… those whores’ emotions, but every grope and squeeze and caress that accompanied them. She felt the pride that welled in their chests as they strutted out into the streets, even as the hot, sticky seed of the previous customer still trickled down their thighs (little realizing how her own modest bust swelled with each labored breath she drew). Gradually, she began to find the musky odor of uninhibited lust and arousal as dangerously, deliciously intoxicating as those… sluts did. She felt the quiver of anticipation deep inside her… her drooling cunt as it lowered toward a hard, pulsing…
Again, Natalia’s elongated teeth (almost fangs) sank into her lip (which had plumped considerably, and now gleamed with a noticeable emerald sheen) as she choked back another groan. Lazily, her talon-like fingernails raked through her untamed pubic bush, until her resistance finally crumbled and they plunged into her weeping folds.
“Fffffffuuuuck…” she sighed, no longer mindful of the vulgar language echoing through her lust-ravaged brain. She arched her back as she continued to claw her insatiable pussy, making way for the spaded tail that began to snake out from the base of her spine. She shook her head, her boyishly short black hair growing shaggier as it developed a greenish tint, her ears stretching out between the lengthening tresses, tapering to sharp points as they listened for the inevitable stifled cough, the rustle of sheets… any telltale sign that she’d been caught in her shameful act.
Goddess damn it all, why did succumbing to these sinful cravings have to feel so fucking good? This was all their fault—those sluts, those bitches, those wanton cunts, strutting about and flaunting their lewd, soiled, enticing bodies, reveling in their debauchery, their wickedness, their… freedom. A predatory growl escaped Natalia’s gritted fangs as her irrational jealousy coaxed her to orgasm. If only those whores were here, she’d bed them over her knee and administer a personal lesson in modesty.
And just like that, something within the shy, bookish nun abruptly, irreversibly shifted. A flood of rage, aggression, and pure unbridled masculinity permeated her very soul, concentrated squarely on her abdomen. Unfamiliar, alien images assaulted her already addled mind—hips grinding against hips, bountiful breasts sliding up and down her sweat-slick chest, straddling one of those needy, mewling hookers and preparing to thrust…
Natalia whimpered, teetering on the edge of another climax but unable to push herself over the edge as her prodding digits met with sudden resistance. Frustrated that blissful satisfaction had proven momentarily elusive, she abandoned her pussy to instead focus on palming her painfully engorged clit—and immediately found relief. The pulsing nub stretched forward one inch, two, lengthening and thickening until it completely filled her rhythmically pumping fist. The dazed nun simply kept on stroking the newly grown appendage, oblivious to everything except the ecstasy it brought.
And with the pressure building and building, her perception subconsciously reached out, probing the repressed yearnings and desires of her sleeping sisters: the alluring Maria, whose sexual escapades prior to devoting herself to the faith were the stuff of local legend, apparently still craved a good dicking every now and then; and pudgy, plain Ophelia was at this moment dreaming about what the mother superior might be hiding under her habit.
Oh, these pent-up, hypocritical bitches, Natalia thought, humping her hand even more ravenously. I could teach them a thing or two about loosening up. She desperately shook her head to banish the filthy images, her wild mane of neon green hair tickling her shoulders, the small but sinister horns budding directly above her twitching ears tearing into her pillow. But it was already too late: with one final pinch, one last big push, her pussy lips stitched themselves into a scrotum just in time to catch her newly formed testicles, which immediately tensed, forcing their potent, corrupt seed through her pulsing phallus. The fallen nun howled as she came, splattering thick, creamy semen all over her heaving tits, staining her fair complexion a rich caramel color that gradually spread to envelop every inch of her flesh.
Slowly, Natalia’s (significantly more curvaceous) ass lowered back down to her soaked mattress. Her… her cock gave another few spurts before hitting her stomach, flaccid and spent. For a long moment, she lay there quietly panting, basking in the afterglow of her dirty, dirty baptism. “Holy shit,” she muttered, grinning dopily. For the first time in nearly two weeks, she felt… free. At peace. The sexual heat emitted by the whorehouse was now outmatched by her own, a gloriously unholy union of male and female hunger. And all those once intimidating sensations and desires no longer held a candle to the naughty notions dancing through her head.
Suddenly, the transformed nun was struck a pang of fear. Oh, Goddess, what had she done to herself? She’d given into temptation, allowed herself to be seduced by the promise of physical pleasure. Her body had been twisted into this perverted, demonic shape… and she’d welcomed it, embraced it, reveled in it, and…
…and then she realized that it wasn’t her fear she’d felt. Fighting through the post-orgasm fatigue, Natlia sat up, surveying the dozen pale, slack-jawed faces of her incredulous sisters. Their shock, anxiety, and trepidation slammed into her like tidal waves… but they did not cry out for aid, made no effort to escape, because underneath it all, they were curious—and, as every eye was drawn to her magnificent rod (which stirred under their burning gaze), increasingly horny.
Natalia trembled, her blue eyes flashing a sadistic crimson as the last lingering vestiges of her innocence were extinguished. Her lips split into a jagged smirk. This morning, she would have gladly set that accursed brothel ablaze to put an end to their lecherous behavior. Now, though, she was ready to help them expand their enterprise… just as soon as she finished breaking in the new recruits.
Once she was through, these hallowed halls that had been her home, her sanctuary, her prison would reek of cum forever.
The End?
Author’s Note: Inspired by h-games like Village of Nightmare and Succubus Board Game. I’ve been sitting on this one a while. The earliest version predates everything else I posted here, but I was never satisfied with it. I revised it, abandoned it, then came back and trimmed out everything unnecessary. Now it’s time to exorcise this demon for the new year. Happy holidays, everyone. Hope you enjoy the result.