How is a fiend different from a devil? An imp? A serpentine angel? By the corrosion of his allure. Slow as rain on iron, it first lacerates the defences of the mind, and then, inch by inch, makes its way deeper into a person's heart and mind. To corrupt is to sway oneself from the path of good, and in that corruption, the person shall know joy.
However fleeting that joy may be, depends on one's action and how strongly the threat of hell draws them back to the righteous path. Alas, most simply relish and relish until their minds are numbed to the pleasures that they once enjoyed. And so they need more, a taste of the forbidden, and that's when the fiend arrives.
A tongue of silver and the body of a god, with one hand extended towards the person he makes his offer.
'Take my hand, and you'll know true pleasure.'
Waking to those words in the middle of the night, Elicia sat up straight on her mattress with a hand pressed to her aching head. A fierce throbbing of the mind was troubling her in her sleep, and even now, after waking up, the hint of something acrid was making her feel dizzy.
Slowly but surely, she healed herself with her magic. But with the ache now gone, she heard the sound of a liquid sloshing against the ground. At first, her eyes furrowed with bewilderment. A bandit knocking over a vase? A monster perhaps? Such questions plagued her, but then came the hushed voice of a woman from the idol-set room of Hestia's church.
'Is that?' Her eyes lit up at the sound, and she quickly picked herself up on her feet. 'The holy water, maybe the bowl is full again, hence the sound?!'
The thought alone brought a vibrant smile to her face. Finally, her prayers were answered, and to offer another prayer, she joined her hands and began making her way out of her quarters. One step after the other, she hoped and prayed that her assumption was right. But upon getting to the door that peeked sideways over to the idol, her heart seized with horror.
Bare of clothes and with her hands tied above her head with strands of silver, her goddess was present in front of her eyes–inside her church. Sweating from the temples, the heaving big breasts and her tightly pressed thighs, the goddess's juices were draining into the bowl of stone by her feet–filling it with what was considered 'holy water'.
However, tonight her presence was different. In the flesh was one thing, but her voice–it was angelic yet strained. And that's when Elicia realized something. Behind the massive seven-foot-tall and tied frame of the goddess was the crudely dressed merchant without a single piece of clothing on his shoulders.
Hiding behind the goddess's big and fat ass, his hand reached high before coming down on her rosy asscheeks.
"AHHH~" Hestia moaned, biting her lips and squirting into the bowl some more.
Her legs quivered to the assault, and yet as a smile crept up her lips, her torment was painted into an entirely different color. She was, in her own sick way, enjoying the abuse by the young man. So much so that every time his hands came down on her ass and turned her skin more red, only one thought crossed her mind.
'M-more…Harder~ Hit me~' And so he did, making Hestia squirm like with his fingers imprinted on her fat ass. As for his dick, as big as his legs and just as thick, it did not suit his frail-looking body. Despite that, being halfway into the goddess's holy pussy, he spanked his heavy balls against her back–and the sound of them clapping against her cheeks, along with his hands, reminded the priestess of the strange sounds that she'd heard from quarters a while back.
In utter disbelief, Elicia watched with an aching heart. Her goddess mating with her saviour, and that too with greater passion than she'd ever dreamt was possible. What troubled her the most was the fact that Hestia was meant to be chaste. In spite of that right before her eyes, in a twisted form of reward for saving one of her followers, the goddess was throwing her ass back against a man's cock, that too enthusiastically and with a breathy smile.
"Aughh~ H-how are you so big~ AG~HHA!~" Gritting her teeth as another orgasm washed over the entirety of the goddess' body squirmed some more, and her legs gave in. Yet with her hands tied up above her lower body hovered and swung above the overflowing bowl. "O-OHFU-FUCKK! I'M CU-CUMMING I'M CUMMING AGAIN~!!"
Holding the goddess by her hips, the merchant boy saddled her like a horse. His body lying on top of hers with his semi-hard cock curving along the curve of her asscheeks, he kept pumping his cock all the way in–so much so that her belly bulged out to the shape of his tip. Loosing footing once more to the cock being rammed so deep inside of her, the goddess's body swung from her wrist, all the while the merchant kept fucking her like a sex doll–made only to be fucked by him.
"AuuuGH~~EHHHS~" Spewing gibberish with her eyes rolled up into the back of her skull, Hestia came again and again, and the bowl kept overflowing with a mix of hers and the young man's love.
The sight of her beloved goddess being defiled by her saviour was too much for Elicia to bear, and yet her eyes wouldn't leave the sight. The sway of her ass, the pounding of her flesh, as well as that colossal dick ramming into the most sacred of holes. She could smell their sweat, the mix of their love, and the acrid passion borne from their body heat, melding together.
For a chaste virgin like her, the sight was far too much, and so with her heart squeezing tight, she found her vision getting blurry. Just before her eyes closed for the night, however, she saw the goddess's head turn in her direction, and that frail-looking merchant's body slowly shifting into a fiend about as big, if not bigger than the seven-foot goddess.
Right as her mind collapsed from hyperventilation, she heard in her goddess's voice.
'You will praise him as you have praised me. Our new master.' The next thing she knew, she was waking up in her room to the sounds of the birds chirping out through the window. For an hour, she simply lay on her back, blushing and contemplating whether that was a dream, but the sight of the flooded holy water bowl would soon dispel those doubts…