Table of Contents

Part I: Angelique’s Fall

Part II: Theresa’s Fall

Part III: Cora & Maude

Part IV: Sisterbrood

Story Descriptions

Part I: Angelique’s Fall

Vivid, erotic dreams of forced intimacy with a demonic figure have been plaguing Angelique, a recently ordained assistant pastor, causing her to question her faith and sanity. They're only growing more intense—and the hard truth is, she might even enjoy them. When real signs of struggle appear on her body, she resolves to seek help. But can her pastor save her? Can anyone? Or will she succumb to darkness and renounce everything she once was, transformed, ready to embrace the dark, carnal pleasures of hellish hound-beasts—and Lucifer himself?

Part II: Theresa’s Fall

Meet Theresa, a churchgoing college student plagued by demonic and beastly sexual dreams. When she disrupts a church service with a sinful outburst, she knows things have gone too far. Her pastor seeks to aid her, but both his spirit and flesh prove weak. And that's just the beginning of Theresa's steep descent into a nightmarish hellscape of depravity. Can Theresa stop her transformation into a mere vessel for Satan's spawn and plaything for his succubus-wife—herself the stunning reincarnation of a once-human sacrifice?

Part III: Cora & Maude

High on an unknown party drug, friends Cora and Maude become separated at the mysterious Luke’s Halloween party. Cora finds a pack of demonic hound-beasts that have visited her nightmares for weeks—and their real-life intentions are every bit as evil. When two ethereal women come to her rescue, relief turns to otherworldly sapphic delight. But by the time their dark intentions begin to surface, Cora may be too far gone. It's the beginning of a long night of terror and erotic transformation that may ultimately help complete Satan's demonic harem—and this next-to-last chapter presents a brutal windup to the big finish.

Part IV: Sisterbrood

Picking up where Part III left off, Cora and Maude face their final test. Lucifer's concubines prepare them for the breeding ritual as their bodies are reshaped. Cora teeters on the brink of surrender. Will she resist, or embrace her destiny in the Sisterbrood? The series finale is packed with demonic transformations, satanic breeding & ritualistic sex that grips from the start and doesn't let go until the shocking end.

Angelique was pulling herself out of a deep slumber when she became conscious of her surroundings — laid out on a slab of stone, naked, cold and helpless. She felt a sharp needle-like sensation tracing her body, over her hips, up her belly, across her nipples, as though someone were dragging a knife across her porcelain skin. Or a nail. Painful, but also something...else.

She let a moan escape from her lips and attempted to curl her legs and arms together in response to the pain, but she couldn’t move. She soon realized why as she strained against thick, scratchy bands of rope, keeping her wrists, thighs and ankles in place. A deep sense of panic and fear began setting in.

A low, menacing, and quite inhuman growl filled her ears nearby, backed by a chorus of beasts in the distance, and she became aware of another sensation — a pool of sticky fluid had collected between her legs. She realized that, through the fear, she was also inexplicably aroused. Put it in me, the thought came to her almost like an intruder.

Finally able to open her eyes, Angelique looked down to see what was responsible for the scratching, horrified at what was revealed:

A massive black beast, easily twice her size, loomed over her prone form, its eyes glowing an unnatural red in the dim light. The creature was vaguely humanoid, with a muscular chest and arms, but its legs ended in cloven hooves and a long, serpentine tail lashed behind it. Its face bore a resemblance to something that was once human (perhaps even handsome?), now burned and laced with scars, lips drawn back over jagged teeth in an approximation of a smile. Frayed, leathery wings stretched out behind it. Most terrifying of all was the huge, throbbing phallus jutting from between its legs, easily as thick as Angelique's wrist and covered in pulsing veins.

The beast dragged one razor-sharp claw down her soft, white belly, leaving a thin red line in its wake. Angelique whimpered, equal parts fear and forbidden desire. This thing, this demon, was going to violate her in the most primal way imaginable. And God help her, but some dark part of her yearned for it.

"Please..." she heard herself beg, unsure if she was pleading to be run through by this creature’s monstrous cock, or for it to show mercy and let her go.

The demon seemed to consider her plea for a moment, its glowing eyes boring into hers with an unfathomable hunger. Then it let out another horrific growl and gripped her hips with its clawed hands, the points digging into her tender flesh. Angelique cried out, but the sound was cut off as the creature suddenly thrust forward, impaling her on its massive shaft.

Pain exploded through her body as her pussy was stretched and filled beyond anything she had ever experienced. It felt like she was being split in two. Yet underlying the agony was a perverse pleasure, her body responding to the brutal invasion against her will.

The demon began to move, pumping into her with powerful strokes that rocked the stone slab beneath them. Each thrust seemed to reach deeper inside her, stroking places she didn't know could feel such intense sensation. Angelique heard herself making incoherent noises, and felt the unmistakable sense of pleasure crescendoing from within.

As the demon’s pace quickened, so too did Angelique’s mind, racing with a blinding and twisted desire.

“God forgive me, please forgive me,” she whimpered even as she failed to resist the orgasm welling up inside her.

The demon's thrusts became more frenzied as it released something like laughter, its claws raking down Angelique's sides as it rutted into her with animalistic intensity. Pain and pleasure blurred together until she could no longer distinguish between them. Her body was not her own, merely a vessel for this creature's dark lust, and she wanted more.

Angelique's climax hit her like a tidal wave, washing away all rational thought. She screamed as her inner walls clamped down around the thick shaft violating her, milking it for all she was worth. The demon let out a deafening roar and slammed into her one final time, burying itself to the hilt. She felt its member twitch inside her before a flood of searing hot fluid gushed into her womb.

The demon collapsed on top of her, its bulk nearly crushing the breath from her lungs.

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Angelique inhaled sharply and sprang up, suddenly free. There was no demon, no ropes, no stone slab. She was alone in her bedroom, unrestrained, but drenched in sweat. Her bedside clock flashed 4 am — still time to collect herself before she had to lead Sunday morning services. But she had to face facts: while in her dream logic, the situation was new and unfamiliar, the same scenario had actually been recurring  How many nights now — six, eight? She had lost track. All she knew was that it was gaining in intensity. This was the first time she had seen the sickening creature in the flesh in such vivid detail. Her body was tired and spent, and she could feel the rope marks against her limbs. She felt between her legs, her pussy sore and tender.

Angelique's fingers came away slick with fluids from her own arousal and something thicker, more viscous. Her heart raced as she brought her hand closer to examine it in the dim light filtering through her curtains. The fluid glistened unnaturally, almost seeming to writhe on her fingertips.

A wave of nausea and shame washed over her. This was more than just a vivid dream - the physical evidence was undeniable. Something was happening to her, violating her in the night. And worse, some part of her craved it.

She stumbled out of bed on shaky legs, wincing at the soreness between her thighs. In the bathroom mirror, she noticed angry red welts crisscrossing her wrists where the ropes had kept her restrained. Bruises marred her hips.

Angelique traced the marks with trembling fingers, her breath coming in short gasps. The mirror seemed to ripple for a moment, and she caught a glimpse of glowing red eyes staring back at her from the shadows. She blinked and they were gone.

"This can't be real," she whispered, gripping the edge of the sink. But the ache in her body and the lingering scent of sex — an animalistic musk — and now the visible marks on her skin — told a different story. The dreams were crossing over into something much darker, much more alarming, much more concrete. Though scraped and bruised, she noticed something...different about her body. Her breasts were fuller, nipples sharply and persistently protruding, and her hips seemed to flair more than she recalled, accentuating her slender waist. Her raven-black hair looked thicker, her lips more swollen and inviting. Her skin, where it wasn’t marked, appeared healthy and almost glowing, while her eyes had taken on a steely blue-grey tint.

She found the changes alluring, but also alarming. She also could have sworn she hadn’t shaved her pussy any time recently, but it was bare, smooth, her clit peaking invitingly from between her folds. But it had been a long night, perhaps she was just...seeing things.

As the first rays of dawn crept through the window, Angelique made a decision. She couldn't keep this to herself any longer. She needed help — spiritual guidance to combat whatever demonic force was preying on her.