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The tiny mouse girl sighs happily as she feels the ogre groan and release its payload up inside of her. Expanding into a balloon of jizz, Blaire takes in not only the physical expulsions, but all of the aggressions, and the sickness that had been plaguing the beast. When she slides of, she rolls off of the bed, her swollen body soon shrinking back down to its natural state, its holy features keeping the corruption of the sickness from affecting her.

The ogre sits up, the futanari rubbing her head and sighing happily. "Ahh, I feel... I feel so... so energized!"

Blair hops up, brushing some of her fur and nods. "All in a day's work for a knight of love, Miss! If you ever find yourself coming down with anything untoward, you just call upon us. I'll be happy to cleanse you once more."

"Oh, you know it," the ogress chuckles, laying on her side on the bed. "You know, if you want to go another round, I still got some stamina in me."

Blair giggles, pulling up her holy vestments. "Oh, no, I thank you, though. I must be on my way. The life of a knight of love is one of constant travel and duties to many. There are always those out there who need my aid."

The ogre nods and lays back. "Yeah, yeah, but you're the only thing so small that can take this cock of mine and never get stretched out."

Blaire giggles. "Maybe I'll mention you to one of my sisters sometime. A couple could use a good lay, now and then." She winks and heads out of the ramshackle shack, taking in a deep breath of the fresh forest air, happy to heal another ailing subject.

The small farming community is much like the other ones that Blair regularly visits, yet she has come to appreciate the slight differences in them. In this case, she likes the fact that everything here is much more suited to people of her size. After all, the people of this village are other mousefolk like her. As she rides the cart down the road, she waves to the children that pass by, admiring her knightly shine and beauty. Plenty of adults watch her as well, enjoying the way the scant armor hugs her form. Her draconic heritage makes her fur extra lustrous, her body extra shapely. Her mother's side makes her smart enough to know not to tempt these people needlessly. So, as she gets closer to the town square, she dons her traveling cloak and hops off of the cart, heading straight for the nearby tavern. Such a place is ripe for news of adventure and adversity. It's just the place for a traveling knight like herself.

As soon as she enters, the bartender peeks up from behind the bar and nods. "Looking for some news?" The female mousefolk says. "You'll find plenty of adventure around here. What manner of traveler are you, miss?"

Blaire lowers her hood and pulls down her cloak, revealing her revealing armor. "I'm a knight of love. I'm looking for the sick to heal, evil to exorcise, and the lonely to comfort."

The lonely old church sits on the outskirts of town. What was once a place of worship has become a place spurned by the congregation. Blaire pushes the door open, letting the sun enter into parts of the sanctuary that hasn't been touched in years. Her feet click through the floor as she looks over the long-neglected statues of stoic saints and righteous angels. At the far end of the wide chamber, the pulpit lays in ruins, an ash-coated pile of rubble. Behind it, a once-holy mural is desecrated with slashes and stains, forever concealing the nature of the original subject.

As she walks further in the room, Blair's fur rises up on her skin in goosebumps. Suddenly, the large doors slam, leaving her alone in the scant light passing through dust-caked stained glass. Despite the summer's warmth, a chill fills the air, a breeze blowing past her and kicking up her skirt.

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, and speaks out. "I am a knight of love," she says. "I know that you are a restless spirit. Allow me to take on whatever struggles you have in the warm embrace of love. Do not let the afterlife be torment for you any longer and allow me to usher you to a place of wonder and love."

The sunlight itself starts to get darker, and Blaire frowns as she stands there, her hands outstretched. The energy that swirls around the abandoned church is spiritual, yes, but it isn't the spirit of a deceased parishioner, as she was led to believe. Instead, the very shadows of the place seem to coalesce into one spot by the ashen pulpit. Emerging from the murk, two red eyes glare at her as the shadowy form rises, wings outstretching from its hunched back.

The beast before her chuckles. Though it is not much taller than her, it exudes a powerful aura. Almost immediately, it disappears from her sight, only to reappear in the corner of her eye. She turns around, holding out her hand to try and grasp it, but she instead feels as cold claws wrap around her body, grasping at her breasts. A deep growl vibrates from its chest, pressed up against her back, and a long tongue slithers out, flicking over her ear.

"I'm a knight of love!" she repeats. "I this is the course you wish to take, know that you will fall to the power of love.

The creature, this demon, pinches her nipple and tugs at her flesh, letting out a dark, growling chuckle.

Blair, her eyes half lidded, moves her hands down, gripping onto the creature's wrists. She spins around, coming face-to-face with the creature, seeing its glowing red eyes, its shadowy slits of a nose, and its wide, grinning, serrated smile. She takes its hands and moves it down to her hips and nods. "If you wish to be cleansed, I'm ready to take it!" The demonic figure chuckles at her proclamation, squeezing her hips before it leans in, its sharp teeth brushing over her neck. "You'll regret that, little mouse," it says, hits voice a reverberating growl.

"Just try to penetrate me. It'll burn any evil being up from the inside."

"Such vanity..." the demon says. "Let's see if that hubris will get you anywhere with me..." With that, it nips into her flesh, and the mouse gasps, her eyes widening as she feels a warmth slide down into her lifeblood, flowing throughout her body. Her breath comes out as broken, shuddering gasps. When the demon lets go, Blair clasps her hand over her neck and stumbles back, tripping over a piece of rubble and falling onto her butt. That's when, from the darkness, long, skeletal hands reach out. They clasp over her body, some holding her wrists and yanking her back, others taking her by the ankles, and even more wrapping around her chest, squeezing her furry mousy lump. She squeaks and tries to push herself away, but the feeling of the hands exploring her body has her feeling unexpectedly warm.

With her back to the floor, she looks up to the ceiling, gasping at the sight. Swarming over the desecrated church are hundreds more of the demons, all of them staring down at her with their crimson eyes, watching, expectedly, as she lays down.

"You like the show?" the demon says, stepping over her. It's form thin, yet with slight curves, androgynous, yet with a crimson protrusion, glowing and pulsing with a demonic heat. "Say hello to the rest of my dark congregation," the demon says. "Now, take your anointing like a good child of the dark..."

The hands move away from her mouth, fingers poking down toward her lips and pulling gently at her cheeks. The mouse's heartbeat increases as she sees the size of the cock swelling up before her, a monster of a thing. She shakes her head and gasps. "Let go. I'll show you I can handle it!"

"Where's the fun in that?" the demon says, squatting down before her, practically sitting on her chest, the dick flopping over her mouth. "Now, partake!"

"My holy powers... will destroy it!" Blaire boasts and she rolls her tongue out, tasting the length. She then opens her mouth, wrapping mousey lips over the length.

The demon growls, sitting up a bit, thrusting the cock up against the back of her mouth. Blaire grunts and gags from the awkward angle, but the dusky, warm dick soon slides in and out of her mouth with little trouble at all. Before she knows it, the demon release its seed into her. It is a taste she hasn't had, a type of semen alien to her. When she coughs it up, it oozes back down into her mouth, desiring to be consumed, to grow inside her.

Her vision blurs, and the heat builds up within Blaire's legs. She wants to spread them, to accept the demonic pole once more, but when her legs spread, it isn't from her own volition, but rather, something deeper, darker within her. "T... This is it..." she shudders. "No Demon has ever survived the womb of a knight of love."

"Then, we shall see if that remains true..." the demon hisses, dragging its jizz-tipped member down over her body. As it draws a demonic sigil just above her womb, the mouse looks down, whining, trying to pull her arms free. "W... what's taking so long. Ar... are you scared?"

"Are you impatient?" The demon asks, chuckling. "Maybe I'll stop now and let you go...?"

"No!" the mouse gasps, only to whimper after hearing her own words. "Oh, Love..." she mutters. "What's become of me...?"

"That's not the question you should be asking..." the demon says, hands on its knees as it slides its cockhead back and forth over her slit. "What should you be asking?"

She bites her lip, whining as she shifts around, and then finally gasps out. "Wh... why won't you fuck me!?"

"That's a good girl..." the demon says. "Now... beg for it!"

Screaming, she lifts her hips up and says. "Please, oh dark one, please fill me up with your demon cum. The pleasure... the pleasure, I must have more!"

"Good girl..." he growls, and the arms pull her legs apart, the demon thrusting forward. The cock is much larger than it had been in her mouth, and spreads her body wide, like a too small sock. She rolls her eyes back as she feels herself expanding to fit the demon's length. It leans over her, its hands gripping hard into her shoulders as it ruts into her, filling her deeper with each thrust. It no longer talks, but instead continues its thrusts, taking her, filling her, conquering her. Soon enough, it spills its seed out, shooting it up into her with such force it sends the hose itself slipping out and spilling the demonic stuff all over the ground.

Blaire pants and shudders as her body slowly deflates back to its normal size, but the feeling of burning need never leaves her. "I... I... what...?"

"Now, you are one of our knights," the demon said. "Go and proclaim our word to the world..."

When the door to the church opened up, there stepped out no knight of love. Instead, there exits a naked mouse whose eyes are wreathed in a slight crimson glow. She steps into the middle of the town and lowers herself to her knees, lifting her tail up to the air, curling it back and sliding it along her pussy, oozing with the demonic seed. "Come on, everyone! Enjoy this wonderful mouse and her fuck hole. Just for anyone brave enough to have me!"

Some of the men of the village stop and drop what they're doing, approaching her slowly with lustful gazes. As they do, she smiles, knowing that they would soon fall and join the fold, all the while satisfying her unquenchable lust!