The chapel floor was now a slick, glistening mess. Rivers of Selene Ravencrest’s girl-cum had flooded the entire pentagram, turning the crimson salt lines dark and shiny. The air hung heavy with the thick, sweet scent of female arousal mixed with brimstone and sex. Selene lay collapsed on her hands and knees in the center, coughing and gasping, her face a ruined masterpiece of tears, drool, and glowing violet precum. Her pussy continued to twitch and leak weak squirts into the growing puddle beneath her.

Lilithara stood tall and triumphant, her massive 14-inch futa cock still rock-hard and glistening with thick strands of throat slime. She slowly stroked the veined...