The final ritual began at the stroke of midnight.

The abandoned chapel had become a flooded sanctuary of pure demonic lust. The stone floor was already ankle-deep in a warm, sticky mixture of girl-cum and glowing violet demonic fluids from the previous corruption. Every surface glistened. The air was so thick with the scent of sex, brimstone, and fertile futa seed that breathing felt like inhaling raw desire.

Lilithara stood on the raised stone altar like a dark goddess ready to complete her masterpiece. Her obsidian skin glowed with inner hellfire, crimson horns gleaming, and her massive 14-inch futa cock stood fully erect, the thick knot at the base already...