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Inside the convent’s chapel, silence was something that was rarely heard, not because of the chatter of the nuns or the sounds that came from outside the walls, from outside the thick stone walls that looked over the old city and the far harbour, but simply because at every hour of the day, there would always be someone praying there. It could be a few sisters that were doing their morning hour of prayer before heading to the gardens to water the plants, it could be a lonely nun seeking advice from the Abbess from time to time whenever she was busy in the chapel herself after taking the confession of a noblewoman or the daughter of someone really rich just before a marriage of a ceremony that required her approval, or it could simply be a sister that was being punished for a misdeed or a mistake. The voices of the sisters always filled the room and, according to the tradition of the monastery and the abbey attached, the chapel had not been silent once in over three hundred years. Not even the war outside, the one that had raged for nearly two years and that had brought famine and desperation to everyone in the lands, had managed to silence every single nun who lived there. Even as the soldiers banged at the doors demanding for gold and silver, at least one was there, kneeling, praying. One abbess even set up a schedule to make sure that legend stayed true, rotating people in and out for the entire year, for an entire two hundred years. Some said an evil being was sealed inside the crypt beneath, some said it was in one of the statues, a few even said that if the prayers were to stop, their god would stop listening to the entire world forever as this was the last place in existence that it kept its attention on. Of course, those were all rumours, but that didn’t stop the random woman to feel as if something weird was watching them when they were alone.

As the door opened and the soft, barely audible steps of someone walking with padded shoes inside the stone walls of the chapel, the three nuns kneeling in their posts, heads covered by thick grey veils that hung over their faces, letting nothing but their prayers come out, a thick gust of wind came barging in, blowing a few candles out. The young novitiate that had come rushed as fast as she was allowed to go, kneeling on the seat closes to the biggest of the sisters present.

“Sister Coral…” The young woman whispered, hastily pulling her own veil on so that her face was covered, gently nudging with a pale pink finger at the larger, imposing figure of the older member of the convent. She got nothing but yet another round of latin back. “The abbess needs you to assist with the arrival of a new sister.” The girl had been there for but a few years as a novitiate, but she already knew well the one standing next to her. The somewhat deep voice of the nun stopped while hers immediately took the place left open and two opal coloured hands covered in thick pebbly scales, appeared from the crevices of the huge robes, pulling the veil back to let the light of the candles shine upon a bright blue muzzle.

“I understand.” Just two words were enough to show a hint of the sharp teeth inside that muzzle, something that no nun should have.

Still, Coral stood up, making sure that the veil was not caught up in the curled horns jutting from the back of her head and quietly, gently moved out of the booth and towards the wooden doors that led outside. Standing at nearly seven feet tall, close but just a handful of inches shy of that goal, the draconic nun had to bend her back forward to avoid bumping her head on the two chandeliers that were in between her and the exit. The chapel was a small one, built in a time when stone was not easily available as the quarries were hogged by the city walls’ most recent expansion at the time, so the room was not comparable to the grand chapels of the other convents, nor was it made for the heirs of the ancient dragons. Humans, canine people, cat people, avians and the smaller reptiles were welcome and found the place cosy at worst, but to someone like sister Coral it was rather hard. She did not complain however, it was not her place to do so.

The tall dragoness walked out of the chapel and closed the doors behind her, her smooth, coral blue scales glistening in the morning sun like gems. She bent her back, letting the aches of kneeling for two hours straight on those small booths vanish in the warmth of a summer’s day, her robes fluttering and creating abstract shapes over and over again. Had there been someone else waiting to enter or going about their business on the balcony that connected the top floor of the refectory to the walls, they would have seen the grey robes tighten around the dragoness’ chest, baring two mounds more suitable for a dragon matron or a woman who sold the milk of her bosom to those mothers that could not afford to feed their babe with their own. Even compared to those dragonesses that spent their lives doing that service, who bore clutch after clutch, Coral was quite gifted despite having never had a single egg. She was the only nun in the entire convent, maybe in its centuries of history, that was allowed to contact the tailors in the city to ask for brassieres and aides to keep her breasts from being too obscene. Every year she would get another few of those supports, the tailors keeping them up to the latest trends, which never failed to anger the abbess, considering that no nun should have any item of clothing that could be called vain, but the necessity to at least cover the dragoness’ fertile bosom was greater than the perceived vanity of an HH cup brassiere with flowers and bees embroidered upon it. Coral thought it was rather cute, but that was a thought only she and her lord were aware of, much like the other thing she had been forced to hide from the world.

As she straightened her back, the dragoness craned her long neck to look around, making sure to triple check every nook and cranny and that no one was looking towards her when she opened her robes ever so slightly and hurried to let the contents of her pants settle in a more comfortable position. The dragoness’ immense breasts were complemented by a just as immense and just as out of place sack that hoisted a fat pole that was more suitable to a breeding stallion than a nun. Her hands raced over the soft scales that covered her testes, feeling just a hint of pleasure from the brief touch, blushing as her maleness twitched and thickened in her grasp, filling the space inside her baggy robes enough to earn her a week of night service in the chapel had the abbess seen that improper display. Coral blushed even more, as always both ashamed and curious of her own biology, while she fought with the growing shaft, resorting to have the flare nestle in between her breasts, oozing a thin, musky stream of lust from the broad head that coated her scales quickly.

With a sigh of despair that hid beneath itself a quiet, needy moan, Coral fixed her clothes and broke in a small run to get to the abbess as fast as she could, forced to make a compromise between her need to get to the entrance of the convent and the danger that, if she were to walk a little faster, the friction between her sack and her thighs would cause her to grow hard enough for her shaft to poke out of her breasts. Her steps echoed in the courtyard, her massive frame making the other nuns move aside immediately, some a little scared of the giant dragoness despite having known her for years. Her mind instead raced to all sorts of thoughts, half begging her to finally let herself go and the other busy chanting prayer after prayer to force her body to calm down. The constant presence of the flare rubbing on her titflesh was almost maddening but after all the time spent in the convent, she knew how to move around it and soon felt it recede and shrink, just in the nick of time.

“Ah, Sister Coral, we were waiting for you.” The old abbess looked up at the dragoness, glasses neatly sitting upon a vulpine muzzle that was showing signs of grey fur here and there, her more colourful clothing setting her aside from the other nuns as if her posture and air didn’t already do the job more than fine. “May I present you our soon to be newest sister, Lyra of the Hadine family.” The bony hand of the vixen pointed at a young, thin and luxuriously dressed black dragoness, who made a perfect bow towards Coral.

“It’s Lady Hadine Lyra of Blackwood.” Standing next to the young lady, not as well dressed but holding the handle of a longsword in his palm, was a human male, his somewhat annoyed gaze accentuated by a beard blacker than the scales of the one he was escorting. The abbess raised an eyebrow and turned to face the man while Coral did a small bow herself, just as pretty but lacking the flair that a fancy gown gave, which made the lady gasp in surprise.

“Not anymore: her father sent her here for apprenticeship, enrolling her among our sisters for the next five to ten years. For that time she won’t be a Lady nor a noble, but a simple initiate and then a novitiate of our convent.” The vixen puffed her chest in pride, pushing back the man with just the authority of her voice and her position. “I understand you’re her aide and her guard, but as of now, she is out of your control, thus I will have to ask you to leave this convent immediately. No man is allowed inside and I already broke several rules letting you stay here.” The two stared each other down for a few long, exhausting seconds.

“Then who will take her belongings to her room?” The man pointed at the small pile of suitcases sitting neatly at the side of the main gates.

“Sister Coral will.” The abbess turned around and gave the blue dragoness a nod, Coral responding in kind and piling everything together before lifting the entire load. The young lady gasped again, covering her mouth with a handkerchief as etiquette ordered, her guard taken aback as well at the display of inhuman strength. “Now that this has been taken care of, I shall have sister Coral take initiate Lyra to her quarters and help her get dressed. Remember, her first task is to help the cooks in the kitchen prepare lunch.”

“Yes, abbess.” The tall dragoness nodded behind the pile of items. “Follow me.” She did not wait for the lady to comply, merely waiting at the bottom of the stairs leading to the wing of the convent where the rooms were until she grabbed the fluttering gown and decided to move.

The sound of the ample clothes brushing against the tight passages, on the steep stairs and over every wooden door and the following complaints from the young woman echoed in Coral’s ears for the whole duration of the trip which took roughly five minutes, a little longer considering the heavy weights she was carrying and the lack of space that forced the blue dragoness to squeeze even more than she normally did. Again, the complaints of the lady filled the air when she saw the room she had been assigned: it was relatively big for a nun, twenty feet across with the grand luxury of a wardrobe, a nightstand and even a small mirror that had been worn down by time. The bathroom was close by so the rich dragoness should have had no right to complain but she did it anyways. Coral knew she’d learn soon that what she got was way better than anything most of the convent received even after moving up to full fledged nuns after the probatory six years of trials. The tall female put all the packages down on the floor and stepped back, letting the other space to begin unpacking. That was not something that was going to happen, given the confusion in the black dragon’s eyes.

“What now?” She asked, looking around, dragging a lithe finger over the bed, finding a hint of dust that made her frown in an honestly exaggerated manner.

“I will leave you a few minutes to unpack your belongings, then you will undress and put on the only clothes you will wear for the rest of your time as an initiate.” Coral stood there, watching over her, slightly hunched forward.

“You mean all this stuff I brought is useless? What about my Sunday dresses? The hats? The makeup?” Lyra frowned again and put her hands on her hips.

“Yes. If you wish, we could sell it and give the profits to the orphanage. It would make a very fitting start for your life as a nun.” The look she got was one of shock and indignation. “If you preferred them to rot in storage it could also be arranged.”

“Ugh, fine…” Lyra huffed and pushed all the boxes in a corner, still finding that they took around a fourth of the space in the already far too small room. “So, where’s my new ‘clothes’?”

“Here.” Coral vaulted over the mound of stuff and opened the wardrobe where a series of identical sets of clothes were neatly arranged. The blue dragoness raised an eyebrow, seeing that every one of them was new and probably fitting to her figure already. There would be no need for her to go to the convent’s workshop and have them shrunk down or made bigger. As soon as she handed one of the many sets to the young lady, she got that blank stare again. “Is something wrong?”

“Could… could you, you know… help me change?” This time, along with confusion there was a bit of embarrassment. “These clothes are not made to be put on alone, much less…” The taller dragoness frowned as that hesitation was not proper for a young lady of a noble family, surely not one used to having maids clothe her every day. It was more fitting for a young farmgirl after her first town festival, dragged home by a man she fancied or a wife in her first night of wedding. It was peculiar to say the least.

“I understand.” Coral closed the wardrobe and began to silently undo every lace, button and latch that held the complicated dress together.

The more she took off, the more the young herm seemed to be able to breathe, her chest rising with more freedom, revealing a hint of a blossoming bust, swathes of pretty black scales. When her rough hands managed to get the corset off, her eyes widened a little, running over the scars that an illness had caused upon her otherwise perfect body. There was no other reaction from her, something that caused Lyra to look back with worry, maybe expecting to see something in the bigger female’s eyes that could be called disgust but finding nothing other than a quiet gaze and silence. Coral was admiring the girl in her mind: she was perfect, slender, light, her scales smooth and clean, her frame suitable for one of her gender, her breasts beautiful in their own way. For a moment there was a little bit of envy in the older dragoness’ heart, an envy she suppressed on the spot. Eventually her entire upper body was laid bare before the nun and her arms shot up to cover her breasts. Coral didn’t bat an eye and moved her hands towards the girl’s undergarments.

“W-wait…” Lyra pulled back and stepped away, her back still facing the nun. “I can do this on my own…” Coral cocked an eyebrow, a bit confused, a bit annoyed. Lyra started fumbling with the laces at the back of her clothes, struggling to get them undone as they were both tight and out of clear sight for several minutes until her arms flopped to her sides and she sighed. “Alright but… don’t look at me weird once you see it.” Again Coral felt the need to raise an eyebrow but she repressed it and nodded silently, moving on to help the young herm with the same calm attitude as before. When she finally got around to helping her get one leg out of the silk short pants she wore underneath the gown, her eyes were treated to the rather surprising sight of a very male and very black pouch that swayed heavy just beyond the girl’s vent. “There, you’ve seen it.” Again the young lady expected some reaction but only heard:

“Please lift your other leg.”

“Oh, sure.” There was a long pause and then Lyra clumsily raised the other leg, turning around, essentially shoving her out of place maleness in the nun’s face.

Coral stared at it, finding a few similarities between her own and the one of the young lady: both were bigger than any male’s, but while the black dragoness’ big enough to be comparable to two fat apples from the market, the shaft resting on top of such display of virility thick as the girl’s wrist and almost ten inches long soft, the one the blue dragoness’ had was several time her size. While Coral’s had a fat flare that complemented its imposing look and size, as well as an even fatter ring right in the middle, Lyra’s was more like the one of a regular human male, although a creamy white colour like her belly scales and covered in a cosy hood that hid the bright red tip. Being so close to it, Coral felt the musk that had been trapped inside those silk pants waft into her nostrils, gentle but somehow strong at the same time, virile despite not being like her own, mixed with the saltiness of sweat and other scents. She was so close, so very, very close. She could open her mouth and steal a lick, she could push her snout a little closer and bury it in between those fat orbs and sniff the scent a little more, she could look at her as she stood up and ripped her own clothes off, show the young girl her own far more massive assets…

Thoughts swirled through Coral’s mind like a storm, that single whiff of the young woman’s musk had sent her down a slope she had not been in for so many years. Outside Lyra only saw a quiet expression, a few moments of silence and little more, but inside the older dragoness’ mind it was utter chaos, much like the state of her body beneath the ample baggy clothes. Her own massive shaft twitched back to life after she had spent so much effort in getting it to back down, rising beneath the robes, pushing her breasts apart and leaving a wet trail of lust on her scales. The immense orbs hiding lower twitched, desperate to be freed for once, needy as they had not been in years, making the older dragoness struggle to keep a straight face and pretend nothing was wrong. As a fat glob of precum spilled from her flare, Coral felt that if she spent any more time staring at that perfect body, she might just lose it.

“You’re not weirded out?” Lyra asked still with a blush on her face, still worried about the nun’s opinion of her. Coral flashed her a wry smile and stood up, straightening her clothes to set her mind back in order while, just under a couple layers of hemp, her body raged and demanded that she let her bubbling lust free.

“It is not my place to pass judgement on others.” The older dragoness folded the initiate’s clothes on the bed and then placed them into the wardrobe, her cock angrily throbbing, spearing through her breasts like a rod of red hot steel, the very tip breaking past the top of her bosom, thickening even more despite her not having touched it at all. “I will wait for you to be ready outside. Meet me in the courtyard beneath this building and we shall head to the refectory for your first assignment.”

“Alright.” Lyra blushed again, a bit weirded out by the fact that she had been laid bare before a complete strangers, one that had stared at her uncommon anatomy so close and yet had not even said a word, a bit embarrassed she had gotten so weirdly intimate with a nun.

Coral did a little bow and exited the room, slamming the door behind her and rushing to the bathrooms with more haste than she had ever had in her life. A few other nuns moved out of the way, perplexed until they saw her barge into the first stall of the bathroom and lock it, smiling with pity and then going back to their business.

Inside the stall, Coral was panting harder than after carrying two dozen buckets of water, her entire body soaked with sweat, her chest heaving up and down madly, accidentally rubbing against the hot flesh of her maleness over and over again. She hastily took off her clothes and let it fall on the floor, freeing her tool from those rough confines and letting it bob free. Several feet of pure black shaft fell before the powerful muscles flexed and made it stop. Coral looked at it with a mix of hatred and deep, deep lust, her hands desperate to roam over every inch of her three feet of maleness that still had room to grow, to explore every angry vein throbbing beneath the thick skin, to grasp and feel the girth even though she already knew she would not be able to encircle it even with both. It swayed with her breaths, left and right, each pump from the two orbs beneath painting the wooden door with spurt after spurt after spurt of almost creamy precum. She put her arms to the wall to support herself, her sack swaying between her legs, taking up more space than it had the right to, each orb wider than her own head, more than two feet, sloshing with years and years of pent up lust that had suddenly come crashing onto her after merely looking at a girl that was like herself. The scent of that girl still floated in her mind, so sweet and yet so male, so alluring and so delicious. Coral’s shaft swelled, her balls sloshing and groaning, begging the dragoness to just let go and to let herself feel the pleasure she knew she wanted, but the nun, biting her lips, held on to herself. It had been so long since she had seen it this big and after all the time she had ignored it, she knew deep down that even this was not everything her pent-up body had to offer.

No matter how much her inner self egged her, with images of that young lady sprawled on the bed, their balls touching, her titanic orbs smothering those black apples with warmth and size, their shafts rubbing against each other as fluids spilled from their tips, the two kissing madly as Lyra’s lithe hands pinched the taller dragoness’ finger thick nipples. Every time she opened her eyes, it was there, beckoning her, oozing frothy clear lust on the floor below, rivers running over every wrinkle in her flesh, a small lewd waterfall on the vast expanse of her sack. Coral held her hands together, pointed at the sky in hope to receive some help, her loins virtually set afire by one pesky desire she thought had been long since suppressed. In a moment of desperation she sat on the floor of the bathroom, scrubbed clean daily by an army of other nuns, her balls virtually sizzling at the contact with the cold stone, providing the slightest amount of relief to her inner fire. Seconds passed like hours, every beat of her heart, every breath she made was matched with a spurt from her overburdened sack, her shaft throbbing with blood until her mind came victorius. The need was still there, in truth, it had never left in the decade Coral had been there, but it was once again shoved deep beneath her conscious self, left to simmer in a remote recess for the foreseeable future. That did not however, speed up the softening of her member, which still took several more minutes but which felt like eons, nor the incessant spill of her preseed upon the cold floor or the wooden door in front of her.

By the time she went out, the entire room smelled of sweat and the faint memories of sex and passion, the dragoness hoping none of her sisters had been familiar enough with the other sex to actually remember that particular stench in the air. The entire stall was caked in her lust and her clothes were still soaked in her sweat but at least her loins were back under her control. As her shaft gave out the last spurt, Coral mopped up the remaining puddles around her, wiping the stall before tossing the soaked rag into a bucket and proceeding to the outside.

Lyra was already there, sitting with a worried expression on her cute muzzle, now wearing proper clothes for an initiate. Still, Coral mentally slapped her when she felt a new twitch in her loins at the sight of the black female’s uniform: clearly someone had not been overly familiar with traditional religious clothes because the overall cut of those light grey robes was more reminiscent of an upper class trend than a convent’s standard dress. It was tighter, the grey broken here and there by faint blue stripes and the veil had her initial sewn with care. Any other initiate would have gotten the first thing that was left in stock but clearly the abbess was trying to make sure she’d at least feel comfortable in her clothes. The problem would lie in cleaning and washing them. Would the pampered young lady know how to wash them herself?

“I am sorry for being late, another sister required my help with some… issues.” Coral was glad her imposing build and years of practice had made her able to hide her every thought, but Lyra was not too keen in trying to find whether the nun she was waiting for was lying to her or not. “Please follow me. The kitchen is this way.” With an ample wave of her arm she pointed at a small door that led downstairs through several flights of stairs to the store room and the food stockpiles. Lyra followed close by, adjusting her veil or the hem of her sleeves from time to time.

“So… how do you know how to undress a lady so well?” All of a sudden she asked, making Coral stop for a fraction of a second. “Were you the attendant to another noble before coming here? Were you sent here as punishment for offending someone?” As much as she felt an attraction towards that girl, Coral had never been fond of personal questions and pondered for a couple of moments whether to answer at all or not.

“I was not sent here as punishment.” The former won, mostly because she knew how hard it was for a new girl to come alone to the convent. “My name is Coral and my surname is Bryars, that should tell you enough.” There was silence in the hall for a little bit, aside from the sound of steps on bare stone.

“Bryars? As in the family that takes care of the royal bank? That family?” Lyra gasped in shock, hurrying to walk at the same pace as the older dragoness.

“Lord Flynt Bryars is my father.” Coral answered with the same lack of enthusiasm, already regretting her choice. “But I have not seen him nor my siblings in a decade, since I came here.”

“So… the reason you know how to bow and to dress like a noble lady is because you are one!”

“Was. I lost my title the day I stepped foot within these walls because I immediately took the vows and decided never to go out.” She simply stated, crouching to avoid hitting the low door frame they were going through. “I assume you’re here as a form of punishment instead.”

“I don’t know if it’s punishment or if it’s something else but… yes, my father sent me here because I had an altercation with my fiancé and broke our engagement. Or rather, my fiancé broke it after we decided to, you know, consummate marriage a little early…” The young herm blushed. “I was in heat and I fell for his advances, unfortunately, as you saw, I differ from the other ladies in a certain area quite a lot.” The blush faded for an angry frown quickly, her fists balling up as she lost control of her emotions. “The fucker had the gall of saying that I had cheated on him and wasn’t a virgin anymore, but to prove otherwise I’d need to undress in front of a commission of older men and my secret would have been exposed.” A slight hint of poison slipped through her thin lips along with the rather uncouth cussing. “I would have gladly done so just to make him pay but my father decided it was my fault for not resisting my heat, giving in to what my body wanted, thus spoiling the deal he had made with that man’s family the day I was born. After a stern talk he forced me to plead guilty. Now I am worthless as a pawn for his game and I’m forced to stay here for the next five to ten years if I am lucky, unless he conveniently forgets he has two daughters and marries my younger sister off to the same idiot I was betrothed to.” Lyra stopped, shivering with a mix of anger and despair, her hands so tightly closed Coral was worried her claws might pierce those soft scales. She reached and held them, blue scales turned rough and coarse after years of manual labour against pristine ones worthy of a lady.

“You just arrived, don’t worry and forget yourself in hatred or self-pity. I have seen a few other sisters that were once nobles sent here for punishment: all returned after a few years, but only those that held strong against their emotions. Those that fell in the well of anger and hatred were swiftly left here by their families because taking them back was too much of a risk.” She knew her words were not the most helpful but a noble lady should know what to expect and how to brave through hard times, such was the lessons taught to her during her days in her parent’s home. “And I believe your ex-fiancé might have caused such a fuss because he fell short in his pants compared to you.” A wink and a smile made Lyra freeze completely, her maw wide open in shock. For a long instant she was there like that and then a cheerful laugh echoed in the empty halls of the convent. Coral smiled a bit more, seeing the young herm cheer up and let that nasty rage disappear for some good old joy, tears running over the girl’s black scales.

“You’re… you’re not an average nun… definitely not as stuck up as that old vixen.” Lyra wiped her muzzle with the hem of her sleeve and straightened her back. “And yes, he was quite small down there.” Coral’s earlier wink was repaid by her own wink and a small bow of gratitude. “I needed that, thanks.”

“From a sister to another it is expected to help each other.” Coral answered with only that and turned around, still wearing a smile upon her face.

Coral handed Lyra over to the cooks and stayed to help around a bit so that she could monitor her throughout the entire time, have a good look at what she could do and what she couldn’t do. The answer was that she could do very little, at least in a kitchen: she didn’t know how to cut vegetables, the sight of chicken blood made her faint not to mention cutting said chicken, turning the stew for more than a handful of minutes was a hard task. However, it was to be said she was willing to learn. Maybe it had been Coral’s words that spurred her on, maybe it was just in her character. Nevertheless after an hour and a half of working, Lyra collapsed on a bench, a bowl of stuff she helped make swirling with some bread to the side. She clearly felt that it was not enough or that it wasn’t what she wanted, but the hunger that came after working and cooking was greater than the years of pampering and before long the stew and the bread were gone. Coral handed her a bit more bread just to be sure she’d stand at the end of the day, and instead of eating it, the young herm shoved it in a pocket of her robes for later. Once again Coral felt some form of attraction towards her: she wasn’t just pretty, she was also quite clever and would become very hardworking in the future, she was sure of it. Her eyes were glued to Lyra’s form for the whole duration of their lunch, sitting opposite to each other, but the smaller dragoness was too busy scraping the bowl clean with her tongue to notice that Cora was staring at her. The older nun’s eyes locked onto that tongue and her mind wondered how it’d feel on her shaft or licking her sack until they shone with saliva in the morning sun, how she’d feel between her legs as she lapped the sweat off her tailhole… Hell, she wanted to taste her, feel those smooth scales upon her tongue and let her apples cradled in her mouth…

Once again Coral was forced to drop everything and regain her control, letting what little of food she had not eaten go to the young girl as she clasped her hands and prayed under her breath over and over until the burning settled and the throbbing of her shaft stopped. The giant dragoness had not been glad her clothes were that baggy and concealing since she had started her time as a nun.

Her prayer was mistaken by every other sister for just a regular moment of thankfulness, some joining her within seconds, but Coral felt immensely ashamed of it, asking to her lord for forgiveness as she willed yet another blossoming erection to go down. It was getting harder and harder to keep under control, even after so many years of nearly perfect behaviour.

The rest of the day was fortunately uneventful: Coral was sent to the gardens to help with some heavy lifting while Lyra was passed between cooks and other menial tasks to understand what she could do best and where she could be most useful. Coral finally returned to her monotonous rhythm, doing hard work tilling soil and carrying around bags of dirt and seeds, just like she had done before. The giant dragoness had always been in charge of heavy lifting because of her body and her species’ natural strength, something that at first she could not stand but that after a while evolved into a sort of meditation for her. Her muscles worked and her mind was free to roam, ponder, remember the books she read in the convent’s library, chat with the other nuns and rise. After just a couple of years from her arrival there was very little left of the noble lady she had once been, some muscle blossoming under the thick scales. Some of her sisters said it was good for her, some jokingly told that a few of the visitors thought that a man had snuck inside the convent and pretended to be a nun by shoving piles of clothes on their chest. Coral laughed at that worry and talked personally with those concerned, but deep down she knew they weren’t entirely wrong.

It had to be said that Lyra took her new series of tasks fairly well: she woke up every morning and gathered in the chapel with everyone else, learning the latin of the chants bit by bit, she cleaned her room and did all sorts of chores ranging from helping the cooks, the gardeners, the tailors and the janitors. Early in the morning she was just as grumpy as any girl her age but she had the will to make herself wake up and work. The biggest issue that the young lady faced was with bathroom and the few days in which she was allowed to wash herself properly: given her secret, a secret that the abbess knew about obviously, which had been the reason Coral had been assigned to be her mentor, Lyra refused to bathe or wash her scales in front of anyone. Some took it as a sign of embarrassment, some as the last remnants of a noble’s pride, some just as a particular habit of hers, thus Coral was once more tasked to watch closely at the girl. The older dragoness kept the other nuns out of the way while her younger kin used the bath, providing some cover with her body or merely blocking the doors for the time needed. Lyra never failed to express her gratitude to the blue dragoness who responded in kind. However, for said older nun, the task was far more taxing than it had the right to be: forced to stare at the young herm’s naked body over and over again was outright torture for her, every day she’d find it harder to control herself. The first times she merely watched, standing by with her hands firmly planted beneath her breasts, pretending to be in quiet contemplation but really just keeping her throbbing shaft in place. Her eyes would roam over the black scales, over the old scars of an illness that Lyra had beaten long ago, tracing the shapes of those perky mounds whenever she had the chance, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lips at the sight of the black female’s maleness, how it swayed and bobbed, fat and heavy for such a lithe creature. Once she caught Lyra with her hands upon her shaft, soft scales gliding over her flesh, the hood covering it pulled back and forth, uncovering a bright red tip that oozed pearls of white, cradling her sack in one palm from time to time. From the ‘modest’ ten inches when it was soft, that opal-coloured tool had grown into an inhuman fifteen inch long rod that would have made any male blush, even dragon males for that matter. Coral had gasped when she discovered the girl playing with herself in secret, her nostrils flaring to take in every single drop of her musk and the slightly sweet scent of female arousal in the air. Her own vent ached for the first time, finally breaking through the constant buzz of her shaft only to be drowned in it again moments later, but the damage had been done and her robes were stained in more than one spot this time.

Her staring had been caught that one time, but she managed to rein herself in, giving the young, shameless female a shot sermon about lust and the need to keep her desires in check. But beneath the older dragoness’ robes, the scene that day had been far, far worse than ever before: her own black shaft raged for hours once she returned to her room, pints upon pints that then turned into countless gallons of preseed spilled upon the stone floor, the splatters echoing between the thick walls with the loud, needy sloshing and gurgling of the blue dragoness’ sack. Over the course of the days she felt it grow heavier, bigger, fatter all around, taking up so much space in between her legs it actually made it hard to walk and made every step a pleasurable hell. As if that was not enough, her shaft also felt the need to make her regret not giving in to her needs, every night swelling to full mast, bathing the upper torso of the nun in sticky pre, turning the valley between those obscene breasts into a gooey mess, strands thick as fingers bridging one breast to the other, her neck plastered with it. One particular night she awoke with her hands idly stroking herself and she came so close to giving up. After two weeks her shaft could no longer be contained by her breasts, poking through and rising several inches above, right under the dragoness’ sensitive nose and within range of her tongue. Her flare swelled with the slightest stimulation, inches away from her snout, at this point it was almost too big to be even crammed into her own maw so big it was. If she had to guess, that single blunt end was more than a foot in diameter all on its own, but she had no need to guess. She asked the tailors for a measuring tape at some point and found with great despair they had swelled to almost three feet in circumference each and at the same time measured herself all over, keeping track of her growth, something that brought her great concern and a lewd, guilty pride. Even when young and free from this restriction she had put on herself she had not been this big, not even close. Maybe all the years spent holding herself back had caused some sort of backlash or maybe all the energy she did not waste into spilling her seed all over her bedsheets like she used to do, was now directed towards her very own body.

The manly stench wafting from her sack and shaft was stronger than ever as well, thick like a curtain and slowly it started to affect her too, every sweaty night tickled her senses, making her drool over her own length, hungry and needy, her sack so strained and slick with perspiration she could feel it stick to her thighs. However, she held strong in her vow, watching Lyra from afar, so close and yet so impossibly far, drinking into that perfect figure over and over again. Unfortunately, she knew that soon she wouldn’t be able to hide them anymore and hell would break loose. How had she managed to hold on for a decade she had no real idea, but she guessed it was time to come clean with her secret at some point, maybe it was her lord’s plan for this to happen. Nevertheless she would stand true to herself until the very last second.

Her visits to the chapel turned even more frequent to the point that some of the sisters wondered if Coral had been receiving revelations, which would explain the aloof behaviour and the zoning out. The abbess took notice and started assigning the dragoness’ to the chapel for longer hours, which was a welcome moment of respite: there was often no one but her and the cold air of the room let her cool down and think.

“Sister Coral… may I disturb you?” The dragoness was jerked away from her thoughts, her muzzle rising from the book she had thrown herself into an hour ago until her eyes met Lyra’s. The initiate stood still on the other side of the reading table, hands tucked behind her back just above her tail.

“Yes?” Coral sighed and closed the book, tired and a bit cranky after having spent the better part of the day organising the latest batch of books that the king had ordered them to copy. That was a monk’s job, not theirs, and yet the abbess had agreed to it provided that the king then paid for the roof’s renovation and a few crates of supplies for the incoming winter.

“Sister Kuma told me there was a change in the schedule for the chapel’s night shift because Sister Brianna fell ill and is confined to the infirmary.” Lyra scratched her head and sighed. “I was assigned to replace her along with you.”

“Oh.” Coral raised an eyebrow and felt her heart drop ever so slightly, remembering quickly that praying in the chapel required the two of them to be in their respective seats for a while without any contact. The thought was somewhat reassuring. “I understand.” The older dragoness stood up and put the book back on the shelf, admiring the well decorated spine and the expensive leather of the cover for a moment. “I hope you are not too tired for that task, sometimes the younger sisters can’t hold for the entire shift.”

“I’m sure I can, plus… there’s you with me. I was told that the reason why we were paired is because you’re a senior sister in the order.”

“Yes, the rule is that one with experience must accompany a novice or initiate for their first night shift in order to reduce the chances of stopping the prayers.” Coral put her hands together and motioned to do a small prayer to her lord.

“Say, is it true that a demon sleeps underneath the floor?” Lyra hopped around the library, skimming through the books here and there. “That if prayers were to stop it’d wake up and rage through the convent?”

“Well I don’t know about that…” Coral chuckled and looked outside the window to the chapel in question. “It might just be a tradition or simply something that happened by chance. One nun might have started it all of a sudden one day and then everyone else got on board, the legends coming later to explain why we do what we do. It might be true and our job is all the more vital. It might just be that here the lord hears us better.” She shrugged. “Nevertheless, we will pray and if your throat is sore afterwards, I can ask Sister Agatha for a candy to soothe the pain.” Coral smiled as wide as she could. “She just got her hands on some quality honey as a tribute from the farmers to the east for healing a few of their children during the latest flu outbreak so the candy is bound to be of good quality.” The older dragoness’ heart warmed seeing Lyra get excited at the thought of getting a single piece of candy. “You must miss your old life quite a lot to be so happy for candy.” Lyra stopped browsing and sighed.

“Sure I miss it a lot but… somehow this is better. I’m not talking about the work, the lack of soap, the fact I don’t have the oils for my scales or that I have to hide myself from every other sister when I bathe… I like the absence of dances, courtship, the whole deal of having to get pregnant and pop out as many children for the first male that manages to get my father’s favour and thus my hand.” The mention of eggs and pregnancy threw Coral out of the loop for a bit, her mind swimming with images of the young herm so heavy with her own eggs she would be forced to lay in bed for months. “However I do miss the sweets and the roasts more than anything.”

“Ah, yes, to be honest I find the cooks to be lacking in that area. I could use a lamb roast or some good stuffed goose badly.” The two chuckled together. “I will see you later at the chapel’s doors. Remember to drink water before and to rest your voice.”

“I will.”

Coral watched her leave and then sat on the first chair she could fine, breathing heavily, her body under control just by sheer luck this time around. It had been over a month since Lyra’s arrival, just one month and the older dragoness had suffered more than in the past decade, her balls now felt like stone blocks, dense, heavier than they should have been, her cock sprung to life at the smallest hint of those black scales or at a remnant of musk in the air, her vent ached, oozing almost as much as her maleness, making her feel so impossibly empty and needy. She loved the young girl, she really did: she was fun, beautiful, resourceful, witty and hard-working, but Coral was slowly start to think if she had to throw herself into isolation and meditate along with the older nuns for a couple years to fix this horrible problem.

Still the dragoness headed with the same slow, methodical gait she always had, avoiding people here and there, only that she also had to make sure her clothes didn’t stick to her body too much or else the entire convent might notice the two immensely fat shapes bulging out of her groin. She even wondered if her breasts had grown as well, it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise at this point for her.

“So, sister Lyra, are you ready?” As she arrived in the small square in front of the chapel she gave the young lady a small nod, seeing her refreshed and wide awake. Up in the air the moon was a bit hidden by clouds and the wind was blowing gently across the forest just outside the city walls, which was a good thing, it told of rain and a bit of respite from the summer heat. These days, as if the need was not enough, Coral felt more sensitive to warmth than ever and had to frequently change clothes and taken baths or else her musk might just break the point in which she could hide it from her sisters. “It will be a long night.”

“I’m ready.” She steeled herself but didn’t turn around nor enter the chapel. “Do you really believe that there is no demon inside? Whenever I’m in there I feel a weird chill up my spine…” Lyra clasped her chest and looked up to Coral, who smiled and patted her back.

“If there is, as long as we don’t stop praying then all will be well.”

The taller dragoness opened the doors and entered quietly, Lyra following behind after taking her shoes off to imitate her older kin. The two sat down, pulled the veil over their heads, knelt and then started praying, taking the spots of the other two nuns who bowed to them to thank them for their service and went out for a late dinner. Once the doors were closed again, their voices were the only thing that could be heard and their mouths the only thing moving in the chapel, not even wind disturbing their holy task. The minutes started melting, one after the other passing, dozens of prayers said, dozens more to say still. Lyra began to feel tired after half an hour spent kneeling there, her previously smooth rhythm breaking here and there. Her voice crackled, tired, after an hour, her knees aching despite her constant shuffling, the young dragoness’ eyes constantly going over to Coral for support, watching as the older female kept going without a single hiccup.

As more time passed Lyra started swaying, her brow creasing and covered in sweat as if something was troubling her, Coral’s eyes darting towards her with a heavy heart full of worry and still she kept praying. Then, out of the blue, the young black dragoness leaned to the side and fell, slowly, as if air had become gelatine, her veil gently fluttering until it was still on the stone floor. Coral gasped, her body shifting to cradle the fallen initiate.

“Are you ok? Lyra? Answer me!” Her voice echoed loudly in the chapel and then, silence. The dragoness understood only late that she had been the one to break a centuries-old tradition and all for the sake of one initiate but she cared very little. “Lyra!” She shook her gently, trying not to hurt her with an accidentally too strong motion, caressing her head to coax her back into consciousness.

“Wh-what… no… Coral… what happened?” Lyra blinked, looking around as if she had forgotten where she was.

“You fell. I couldn’t grab you fast enough so you might have hit your head. I will ring the bell and have someone take you to the infirmary.” Coral helped her sit on the bench, straightening her clothes and checking her for any cracked or damaged scale.

“What about… what about the prayer? You stopped…” There was a moment of stillness and then Coral sighed.

“We’ll pretend I never did. There’s only the two of us here, I’m sure that the legend is fake, there is no way that for two, three hundred years, there was never a single moment in which someone stopped praying.”

“Oh, I’m sure you wish it was that way.” A voice echoed in the chapel, not Lyra’s, not Coral’s and definitely not belonging to something that anyone could call living. A strong wind blasted out of nowhere, lighting the candles against what common sense said wind should do, still making the nuns’ clothes flutter madly. Temperature dropped, then rose, then dropped and rose again, frost accumulating on the window panels, the images that represented saints and heroes warping and changing into a myriad of other scenes that neither of the dragonesses could recognise. “But it was aaaaallll true… year after year, century after century, you nuns never… ever stopped.” The wind stopped and a thick violet fog fell from the mouths of the statues lining the sides of the chapel, covering the entire floor, churning as if alive, streaks of lightning crackling beneath the dark surface. The churning intensified once, twice and then three more times, condensing into a shape that was vaguely humanoid but lacked the characteristic of anything alive, a blank slate of roiling purple mist that stared them down. “Until now.” The figure opened its mouth and eyes, red like hot coal, and smiled.

“The demon.”

“Yes, the demon…” It smiled again and walked, standing close to the two nuns as wisps of mist detached and returned to it in an endless cycle. “I’ve been here so long you even forgot my name… I forgot my name!” The demon shouted with anger, lightning forming inside its core like it did in the clouds above the sky, calming down after seconds of loud crackles. “But that matters very little, names are fickle while I survived.” Coral knelt down in front of the figure, hands glued together and resumed the interrupted litany. The demon shuddered, the mist losing strength for a moment and then smiled again. “Sorry, it took a hundred of you to get me inside here last time I walked this world, just one won’t do.” Coral raised her voice, her blue scales creaking as she clasped her hands tighter, unwavering. The demon shivered again, taking a step back, shocked, but that was about it. “Well, you have a strong will, that much I have to admit.” Coral looked up into its eyes and saw the mist disappear and reform around Lyra, a swirling hand clutching her throat. “Too bad I have a hostage with me.”

“You!” The dragoness stood up in anger, towering even above the demon, her muscles bulging beneath her robes enough to rip threads here and there.

“Calm down big girl… I’m not here to hurt her, in fact…” A surprisingly corporeal tongue escaped from the demon’s glowing mouth, sliding over Lyra’s black scales, leaving behind a sizzling trail of saliva. “I’m here to make an offer.”

“I will never accept anything from you! Let her go this instant!” Coral shouted, her fist flying towards the body of mist one moment, the next it was helping the dragoness get back on her feet after the beast had thrown her several feet away through a couple of benches that laid shattered on the ground.

“I know, I’ve been here for so much time and I know a stubborn fool when I see one. Out of ten thousand nuns that have walked upon these floors, you are definitely up there along with your saints in terms of sheer bullheadedness.” The demon scoffed. “The offer is not for you however…” Its mouth opened and it licked Lyra again. “It’s for her.”

“What?” Coral gasped, grunting as she stood up on her feet. “Don’t listen to it Lyra!”

“Would you shut up? It’s a thing between me and her. I’ve been talking to this young lady for a long time, ever since she set foot in this place and I felt that lovely hint of anger and desire for revenge. Well, I have seen many angry nuns over the years but she was so very mad, so very angered by the actions of her father… the moment I had the chance to get her attention I wasted not a single second… we have been chatting for more than a few days now…” The demon chuckled as it helped Lyra stand. The girl looked at it in fear and with unease, but there was something else deep down in her eyes that scared Coral more than the mass of mist could ever do. “She wants her father and that annoying fiancé to drop at her feet and beg for forgiveness, she wants them to pay.” It ran its formless fingers over her shoulders, cutting her robes with unholy magic, layer after layer until Lyra was naked. “She wants them to kneel and lick her cock like good little sluts.” Coral paled when the demon grabbed the girl’s sack and shaft and instead of recoiling in disgust, Lyra moaned. “She wants to be on top of them as her cock spreads them apart and they beg for forgiveness and for more.” Lyra’s shaft twitched, a droplet of pre escaping to the tip, splattering onto the floor below.

“Lyra… you didn’t let your grudge go? You never listened to me? To my advice?” Coral felt her heart shatter in that moment, the black dragoness looking away for a moment.

“I did, I promise I did try but…” A tear formed, wiped away by purple hands that looked a little more solid. “It was too hard… I had a life, I had friends!” She huffed, a purplish gust of air escaping her lungs.

“And I did not?”

“You chose to come here!” Lyra shouted, her fists balled up, her eyes glowing in an eerie yellow light. “I had plans for my future, plans that did not revolve around me being fucked by some limp-dicked asshole that only wants my father’s money, I wanted to travel the world and become successful on my own terms!” Lyra’s body was enveloped more and more in the mist as she spoke, her scales soaked into the evil stuff, her claws growing longer and sharper. “What will be of me in six years? Who will remember me at that point? Will I only be remembered as the slut that couldn’t keep her legs closed and threw away a two million Geld deal? In the meantime… here I am, shoved aside by my family just for the sake of one idiot who had a small prick! I’ll show him what it means to have one when I get out of here. I will bend him over, rip his clothes and fuck him until he can’t walk anymore, then I will fuck him again and again!” Lyra let out a long moan, he shaft rising to full mast before swelling, lengthening and thickening under Coral’s concerned gaze. It took a lighter shade, purplish like the demon, soft barbs popping in two rows on the underside, the hood peeling back as it grew inches upon inches. The already fat sack groaned, sloshing loudly enough to be heard from where she stood, the two apples turning into two fat melons, dropping lower and lower. “I will shove my cock down his throat and fill him, then I will do the same to my father and then I will finally be free.” Lyra smiled, her head lowering, glowing yellow eyes staring into Coral’s deep green ones, her shaft throbbing with anger, lust and unholy power, bubbling precum spilling without pause from the engorged tool. With one last burst, the young dragoness’ breast triple, quadrupled in size, turning into D cups, her nipples puffing up as she stretched upwards, growing five inches higher, her body remaining lithe but seething with strength not suited for mortal beings. “Oh and it will be so much fun.”

“And what will happen once you do that?” Coral stood still, hands clasping her chest, unwavering like a stone bulwark. “You think that the demon will simply let you go? That it will not stay inside you and make you do horrible acts?”

“I’ll concern myself with that once I have my fiancé gagging on my cock.” Lyra smiled wickedly and stretched her limbs, hands racing to stroke her grown shaft like one would touch gold or treasure. Her tongue escaped her lips, stretching to inhuman length and lapping precum straight from her tip without her even having to crane her neck. “Why don’t you come with me?” If Coral had been moving she would have frozen but she remained still. “We could share this power, get revenge on your family too. I could help you become so much more than a nun stuck in a convent.”

“You mean the demon would help me.” Coral snorted in disgust.

“Tomato tomato… who the fuck cares?” Lyra’s voice deepened and turned unearthly for a split second before returning to normal. Her steps echoed in the chapel, taking her close to the taller dragoness who steeled herself. “Will you stand in my way? Will you go against me?”

“If you don’t let that girl go, I will.” Coral stepped to her left and put herself in between the door and the demonified Lyra, her chest heaving slowly. “I am a nun and I will have you walk over my body before you can see the light of day.”

“Please Coral…” Lyra cooed, her eyes glossing like a pup in front of a treat, then, one moment later she was beneath the older dragoness, several feet crossed in the blink of an eye. “Don’t fight me, I could help you get revenge but… if you insist…” Lyra smiled and put a frail-looking hand over Coral’s shoulder and pulled her down. The taller nun’s knees hit the ground almost painfully, the demon’s power gave her more strength than mere muscles could give. As Coral reeled from the impact and tried to figure a way to get herself out of the steel grip of the demonified dragoness, Lyra spread her legs ever so slightly and pulled her closer, grabbing Coral’s head and shoving it against her sloshing sack. The blue female gasped at the touch between her snout and the firm flesh hiding beneath those purplish scales, her nose mashed not too gently against a musky package that she had lusted after for so long. “A better place for you.” Coral struggled, holding her breath but no matter how much she struggled, there was no way to escape and before long she had to take a breath. Instantly her lungs were filled with the overpowering musk of the young herm. Like a tide it forced its way down her throat, tickling her nostrils with the scent of sweat, cum and immense lust, virile unlike what she had smelled before. The sheer strength of it made her arms weak and flop to her sides, her pupils widen as she slowly started to take sniffs of her own will while beneath her robes, the older nun’s shaft throbbed to life. “That was… easy…” Lyra seemed to be a bit surprised, expecting some resistance to her shameless act but merely allowing the nun to keep going, pushing her lower so that her sack rested fully atop that blue muzzle. Coral started taking deeper whiffs of the herm’s tantalizing musk, her tongue escaping from her mouth to lap at the beads of sweat, slathering it in saliva, scraping every ounce of flavour out of the demonic sack like someone starved of food and water for days. “Oooh that feels amazing.” Lyra murred, her shaft spilling increasingly dense and sticky ropes of precum on Coral’s back, pints of it soaking into the cloth quickly.

“More…” Coral muttered, her hands grabbing Lyra’s legs and latching onto them as her mouth opened and she took one orb into it, her tongue wrapping around the fat sphere, sucking on it like a teat, making the demonified herm moan louder and reach for her shaft to play with. “Mmmmhhff.” Coral moaned herself, savouring the taste of the young herm like fine wine, her entire body burning as barrier after barrier was shattered by the otherworldly joy her taste buds were giving her. The nun’s shaft oozed precum by the gallon, the demon not yet noticing it, too busy relishing in the newfound power, idly stroking herself right then and there. Coral let that orb go and took the other, servicing it with the same devotion and mad hunger as the first, slathering every inch in drool and pressing her snout against them once more, taking snorts so deep her chest heaved time and time again. Beneath the hidden expanse of her balls, the blue dragoness’ vent ached painfully, winking and drooling with a hunger all of its own.

“My… I thought nuns had to be really pent up after a while but you’re quite the desperate one…” Lyra chuckled, running a hand under Coral’s chin, her own tongue lapping at the leftover sweat from her sack on the blue snout beneath her. “I wonder why is that?” The demonified herm smiled and bent down, denying the nun her swaying musky sack, replacing it with a sloppy kiss, the unnaturally long tongue coiling over and over and over around the other, their lips bridged by strands of saliva that spilled on the ground. “Tell me why Coral.” There was hesitation in Coral’s eyes, fear, worry, shame and no little amount of desire, part of her warning that she shouldn’t be doing this, part of her screaming for more.

“I wanted to fuck you since the day you came here.” Her mouth opened and from it came words that Coral was not sure she had wanted to say, or not sure from which part of her they came from at least. “Ever since I saw your maleness I wanted to have it inside me, to feel it, to taste it. I wanted to breathe in your scent.” Her eyes glazed over the more she spoke, the last few obstacles she had erected to stop her lust crumbling down even faster than before. “The moment I undressed you was the moment I knew that the ten years I spent as a nun could have been spent in a much better way.”

“Now that is something…” Either the demon or Lyra herself spoke but it mattered little at this point. Coral was sent on her back with a light kick, the herm above her stroking her shaft, pints of pre bubbling without end from her melon-sized gonads. “I think I will give you what you want then, it’d be a shame to let such a juicy piece of meat not have fun for another minute.”

Lyra curled her fingers, an eerie orange glow blossoming from her claws, extending them and then she swiped. Magic or whatever fuelled the demon swirled in the air and when the dust settled, Coral was laying in the tattered remains of her closes, clutching her breasts out of reflex to cover the plate-sized nipples, completely forgetting about the throbbing, towering erection sandwiched in between. Finally free, finally seen by someone else, the ebony shaft twitched and steeled itself, swelling from a mere three feet to four and then four and a half, thick as the nun’s own thigh all around, the flared blunt end massive enough to eclipse her head as a single spurt of pre bloated the internal piping and splattered a dozen feet behind her, turning the stone wall and the statue in front in a gooey, musky mess. Coral moaned, feeling more free than she had been in years, her lust growing to match her shaft and the immense expanse of her pumpkin-sized balls, each of the twin orbs churning visibly with countless gallons of unspent seed, years and years packed inside them till they had become so firm they barely deformed under their own weight.

The demon gasped, just as shocked as the herm it was riding, freezing for several moments to understand what it was seeing, two minds struggling to find a way to measure the titan of flesh sitting in between the nun’s valley of titflesh. Lyra took a step back in a moment of clarity, her nostrils flaring to take in the stench of sweat and precum the other herm was giving off, just as strong if not stronger than hers, her eyes utterly unable to move from that tool as if they had been magnetized or glued to it. Lyra walked over and knelt on the ground, her sack resting on top of Coral’s, feeding off its warmth and the lovely vibrations. A hand reached for the twin orbs, testing them. The smaller herm gasped in shock when her hand failed to make a dent into them, no matter how much she pushed, even the shaft jutting a few inches above proved to be immensely resilient. The demonified black dragoness felt her muscles strain at the mere act of moving that pillar of throbbing cockflesh out of the way so that she could look the nun in the eyes, redirecting the flow of precum onto the sacred altar, bathing it in precum. The wrongness of the act seemed to spur the demon on, making its presence more tangible, the horns on top of Lyra’s head growing and curling in a magnificent twisted spiral.

“How is this even possible?” The demon inside Lyra popped out, taking control of her body, pressing her snout on the immense sack, sniffing the musk wafting from it, her shaft throbbing madly, her nose exploring every inch of that maleness. “You’re not cursed, I do not sense any other demon inside you or even traces of one of my kin…” The shock was visible inside the purple mist.

“I was… I was born this way.” Coral bit her lip, her hands gripping the tatters of her robes in search of something to hold on to.

“And here I was thinking that I was the one with a big secret but you were hiding an even bigger one.” A purplish scaled digit ran over the underside of the ebony flesh, the nun blushing and moaning from such a simple and light touch, her balls sloshing loudly enough to make the splatter of pre disappear for a moment. “Such a big fat cock for a big slutty nun.” Lyra grabbed the shaft, barely getting a fourth around the girth, feeling the blood pump beneath her palm like a river in its bed. “How have you been hiding such a fat tool for so long?” Her mouth watered again and she let her tongue sneak out and take a single lick. The overwhelming taste of the shaft sent the demonified herm’s eyes rolling back: potent, virile, salty, laden with enough musk to get her own cock throbbing madly. Coral moaned, her toes curling over and over, barely hanging on by a thread, her flare swelling as the internal piping struggled to unload the tubs of precum that had long since turned white out of her straining sack. “Mmmmh, you taste so good…” For Coral it was like a dream come true, to have the young herm lick her tool, to have her see her naked and aroused, to share the warmth of their shafts together… “I bet you popped a boner every time you saw me naked.” The nun nodded, her blue scales turning their own share of purple from embarrassment. “How long has it been since you blew your load? You look so pent up it must hurt.”

“It’s been… it’s been… thirteen years.” Coral moaned again, hoping to feel that tongue or a hand upon her flesh again but felt nothing at all. Her eyes opened and saw the shock and disbelief on Lyra’s face. “When I was young… I used to be the most… depraved of teens: every night I returned with a different lover, girls, men and women who were married… I took them, dragged them to my chambers and spent hours using them to satisfy myself.” The blush deepened but that only seemed to spur the demon on even more. Lyra started grinding her hips as she sat on the nun’s sack, their shafts frotting, the smaller purple one bathed in the leftovers of Coral’s constant oozing. “I fucked the best years of my youth away, forcing my father to waste a fortune to pay the royal court mage to wipe the memories of all my partners to make his image hold…” A smile cracked her blue lips. “Last time I heard, he spent more than four million Geld just to clean up after me. I was proud of it, I loved every second, every load wasted… until I woke up one morning with my sisters beside me, their bodies wrecked after I got drunk and coaxed them into going to bed with me.” Lyra grinned wide, the demon feeding on the shame and arousal of the nun, strengthening itself with it. “My mother had spent so many years telling me I had to stop and only then I realized I had to stop. I underwent a period of abstinence in which I gradually got used to the idea of controlling myself or… I would have gone mad in a place filled with only females…”

“So you became a nun? What a waste of talent.” The demon chuckled. “I should have taken over your body, not this one.” Lyra frowned in anger after hearing that. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t get to enjoy it.” The grin she made was eerie, unnatural, far too wide to be fitting to any mortal as she turned the nun around, sandwiching her cock between the cold floor and her belly, her rump raised high while her balls still touched the stone below so big they were. “I will have fun with you and when I’m done I will go out and get this girl to get her revenge.”

The moment that Lyra’s fat cockhead was pressed against her utterly soaked vent lips, Coral froze: she knew she was about to be fucked by her crush possessed by a demon, she knew it was wrong in every way under the sun and yet it had been her dream for just about a month and I was coming true already. Her mind reeled with excuses, plans, ideas to both escape and to justify what was happening and it all vanished like snow under the sun when she felt the first inch of demonic shaft enter her vent and the first spurt of precum sizzle inside her passage. It took only that much, an inch and a pint of pre to set her entire body in flames and clamp down on the intruding maleness. It felt as if her every muscle was squeezing on the fat tip, as if her entire being was a hold slowly getting filled. Coral’s balls churned loudly and hard enough to make the demon on top of her shake and moan in turn, her titanic shaft thickening and then she came. Her vent squeezed and spasmed as her balls pulled up, shrinking a fraction of an inch as the flare bloated and a torrent of white spunk splattered on the far end of the chapel, bathing the entire wall in gooey lust, the altar soaked in it, the relics that were used to pour holy wine first filled with seed and then knocked over the edge. The windows were coated in the stuff much like the floor, a puddle spreading. The nun moaned, shoving a fist inside her mouth to shut herself up as she came for the first time in thirteen years. The sheer size of her cumshot was ludicrous, gallons, dozens of gallons shot every single second through a strained shaft, as thick as honey so packed with essence it was. Lyra screamed silently, her shaft barely in and already feeling that impossible tightness, bathed in female lust over and over as the nun’s vent squirted and massaged that single inch.

“P-pent… up was… a bit of an understatement….” Lyra hissed in pleasure and a hint of pain, waiting for the spasming herm below to stop coming so that she could actually do something. “SSSSooo tight…” She watched with amusement at Coral, her nostrils flaring with the increasingly strong stench of cum and sweat. Their sacks rubbed against each other, soft scales against soft scales, but one unyielding despite the fact that it was shivering and churning with activity and the other struggling to make itself known. It took a while before Lyra could pull back, by that time almost the entire floor was covered in cum, the windows fogged with steam so hot the room had become. “Now for the real show.” Lyra grabbed Coral’s hips, her hands sinking into the small layer of fat coating them and slammed herself inside. Coral moaned even louder, feeling that demonic shaft completely inside her, the spasming resuming, although less strong.

“MMMmoooore…” Her tongue lolled out, her face laying in the sea of warm seed, her legs wobbling after such a monumental orgasm, the deepest parts of her tunnel hit and spread by the thick shaft of the other herm. “Mmmmore!!”

She begged, too ashamed to look at Lyra as she asked that, her tail flagging upwards, still twitching but letting the smaller dragoness move her hips. The otherworldy spikes lining the possessed initiate scratched an itch that Coral didn’t even know was there, a deep desire she had completely forgotten, now fulfilled completely and then some. Her body sang with joy and just as the last dregs of her orgasm faded for the constant, relentless pounding of her lover, the soft impact of the melon-sized gonads against her fat pumpkins, the feeling of scale upon scale. The larger herm’s breasts were pushed against the floor, squished by her own weight, the rough stone giving her just a little more pleasure as her shaft was sandwiched between them, massaged by her soft flesh, still gushing but not as much as before. Every time Lyra slammed her hips against hers, she felt sparks shoot up her spine, her vent stretched, scraped from the inside and stimulated in unholy ways, every time she bottomed out, Coral’s shaft would spill a few more gallons in the sea of essence. The stimulation was proving to be quite hard to bear even for Lyra: the constant spasms, the loud moans and the reek of musk all around her were beginning to be too much.

With one final slam, their hips kissed, groin mashing against plump, slick lips of the nun’s vent, the swollen black sack pulling upwards and then releasing its unholy cargo. Hot, sizzling seed spilled inside the woman, filling her, breaking past the seal of her cervix as the pressure rose, spurts escaping the seal of the demonified girthy shaft. The pristine womb of the nun was breached by tainted seed, the feeling, wrong, right, perfect and insane, made Coral squeal, filled and bred by another so like her and so much different. As her womb was turned into a sloshing pool of demonic essence, her own gonads roared and twitched, the massive shaft bloating once more as gallons poured out with even more strength than before, the splatter of cum on the walls almost too powerful for the ancient structure to bear. The ceiling was now stained with seed as well, not one window left untouched, some showing signs of cracking as stray blasts hit them with that much force. Coral howled, her tongue slipping out to lick at her own flesh, tasting herself, worshipping her own flare and drinking her own seed with hunger.

“SSSoooo good…” Lyra moaned, biting her lips, her hands leaving the plump rump to squeeze and play with her breasts, feeling them grow as the demon fed off their combined lust. Her cock swelled inside Coral, the spines growing in number, further stimulating the inner flesh of the older herm, growing longer and thicker until, with a loud yelp coming from below, the two felt the swollen tip breach the last barrier. Lyra roared, her teeth becoming sharper, her horns growing and her scales turning a lighter shade of purple as power flooded her veins. “You’re too good to be left here…. Mmmmhhh…” Her sack swelled, gaining inches at once, dropping low with new weight and fresh seed, still far, far away from the other herm’s size but already enormous for her slender build. “Gonna breed you so hard I’m going to knock you up.” Lyra bent forward, her breast squishing against Coral’s back, droplets of white spilling from her thicker nipples, dripping into the white lake beneath them.

“Yes!!” Coral shouted, her body screaming in pleasure, filled from inside, emptying years and years of pent up lust, her shaft painfully spread by her own seed as it unloaded tub upon tub of it. “Fucking breed me!” Her voice echoed in the chapel. “Please! I haven’t been fucked this hard in a decade!” She mewled. “Harder!”

Lyra chuckled at her desperation, pulling her hips back and finding that the inner passage resisted that action, trying to keep her inside forever. With the demon pouring more power inside her she forced herself out, her cock now looking even more inhuman, just more than two feet, the spikes far more numerous, hiding four bumps at the base. Licking her lips, eager to try out the new equipment, Lyra spread her legs and crammed her shaft inside, spearing through the nun’s cervix in one single thrust. Pump after pump, Coral’s belly started to swell, one foot, two, three, the demonified herm unrelenting in her breeding, her balls straining to fill her over the capacity of her body. Coral slowly felt her shaft being pressed down, pushed low against the stone floor by her swelling paunch, giving her even more pleasure as she slathered her flesh in saliva, making out with her very own maleness. She was in heaven despite having a demon and it’s unholy seed inside her, her mind swimming in a sea of pure pleasure: filled beyond capacity, bred hard and finally able to unload her seed. She didn’t even care she risked bearing the spawn of something her order had kept sealed for centuries, she didn’t even care what people would think, she only wanted it to go on and to feel even more pleasure.

When the unholy seed finally took root into her womb, both herms knew it: Lyra felt a surge of power, her shaft thickening, two more horns sprouting from her head, a pair of glossy black wings that were identical to the ones of the dragons of legend, a series of spikes blossoming from her tail all the way to the base of her spine; Coral felt a heat burn her very core, her belly warmer than a furnace, her womb filled to the point she could feel herself lifted from it, her breasts so immensely swollen that the first spurts of milk from her fattened nipples made her cum on the spot again. Her sack roared with life, growing larger despite the fact that her shaft was unloading tens of gallons every second, heavier and heavier. Both herms relished in their shares of pleasure, wrong and so perfect at the same time, each simply shivering and letting their bodies pump spurt after spurt of seed.

“I can’t wait to see how many eggs you’ll pump out…” Lyra smiled, licking Coral’s neck with her stretchy tongue, finding it even longer, thicker and more flexible than before. “I’m sure even if it’s five or a dozen these fat udders you’ve got will feed them all.” The demonified herm kept teasing the nun’s breasts, her hands coated in milk. “Now that I think about it… udders do suit you better. You’re already so big and slutty another pair of tits won’t hurt you, right?” Coral moaned, too busy trying to lift herself from the ground to let her gushing shaft some rest to even try to shoo Lyra away.

The smaller herm’s purplish hands glowed as they ran over the blue scales, caressing the twin mound of titflesh with care, teasing her nipples over and over. The magic touch made Coral feel as if they had turned ten times more sensitive, her already big breasts turning even bigger, adding cup size on cup size under the influence of the demon, until they were let go and Lyra’s hands moved lower, beneath them. The nun squealed, her still plugged vent spasming in a small burst of intense orgasms as Lyra pinched something that had not been there, something that grew, swelled, bloated and filled with milk within seconds. Right under the first pair, slowly swallowing inches and then feet of cock, a second pair of breasts blossomed from the muscular belly of the blue dragoness, quickly growing to be just as big as the first pair, the little space beneath her even more crowded now, the quartet of breasts far too big and far too full for the herm attached to it. Instantly the flow of milk thickened, hosing the ground in the same fashion as the shaft the four mounds of wobbly flesh surrounded. Coral was turned around, Lyra now sitting atop her shaft, grinding her vent upon the immense tool, smearing tainted vent fluids upon it, the smaller herm’s shaft nudging the underside of the lower pair of breasts. The same unholy magic that had caused that second pair to grow swirled in the air again before reforming around the four leaking puffy nipples, swirling for a while, the nun moaning increasingly louder as pressure built up in her breasts, her cock, squeezed by the herm’s powerful legs and touching her slick vent was pouring cum in amounts hard to quantify. After a minute, the fog dissipated and revealed that on the four nipples, an equal amount of just as thick piercings had been made. They looked a bit like doorknobs: heavy, hefty, swinging up and down with every jiggle of the nun’s motherly breasts. Lyra grabbed onto the upper pair and pulled. Coral squirmed beneath her, her breasts stretching out as much as they could, milk flowing by the gallon as the demonified herm toyed with the new piercings, clearly enjoying herself.

The now unplugged vent of the nun was finally able to release its own pressure, a thick, dense, musky waterfall of seed oozing out, spreading among the sea that had already been spilled. A hungry mouth latched upon one of the four finger-thick nipples, Lyra greedily drinking the milk she had caused to flow in the first place, her shaft sandwiched between a cock and four sloshing breasts, smaller spurts coating them now that the possessed herm’s balls rested and refilled.

“That was lovely…” Lyra licked her lips and stood up, her softening after having done its work, her sack now swinging far lower than it did an hour before. “Thanks for the fun but I have stuff to do. I’ll pay a visit to a few of our sisters before leaving the city.” She turned around with a huge, devilish grin on her muzzle that showed the sharp teeth she had, her tongue sneaking out to lap at the stray drops of thick cum, letting the dense batter from her and Coral mix and make her shiver at the overwhelmingly virile taste. However, before she managed to make more than four steps, she felt a hand grab her leg and pull. Lyra saw the ceiling above her head, then the walls dripping with cum and then the floor as her head collided with it. She was shocked for just about a moment before she turned around and saw Coral standing above her, her vent stretched and oozing, her quartet of breasts sloshing just as much as her still enormous sack.

“We’re not done here.” The nun whispered under her laboured breath, hugging her titanic shaft and pushing it out of the way before spreading her legs, her oozing slit right above the limp demonic shaft.

“What? You still want to stop me? You’re not…”

“I said we’re not done!” Coral howled, her eyes burning with unspent lust, her tongue lolling out, dripping saliva all over the upper part of her chest, her cock throbbing so much Lyra could see the veins dance beneath the skin. She spread her legs a bit more and then slammed her backside on the smaller herm’s groin. A ballsack the size of a small haybale collided with her lower belly, smothering every inch of it and then some of her legs, the insanely huge shaft atop swaying under its own weight and slapping the demonified herm on the face. “I want more…” The grin unsettled Lyra a bit, her face sore after the unexpected slap on the part of the nun’s fat tool. “I need more… and you better deliver… what kind of a demon only cums this much?” Coral growled, her sack rubbing against Lyra’s shaft, massaging it, coaxing it into another erection with slick warmth. As she felt that impure tool rise, be it because of her challenge or simply because of the stimulation she didn’t care: with a practiced movement Coral swung her balls out of the way, having them impact on Lyra’s grown breasts and then slammed her vent right on top of her shaft. The demonic rod impaled her, shoved even deeper than before, plugging up the flow of spent seed. “YYyyyessss…” Coral moaned, cumming from that simple insertion once more, her own shaft bobbing so fiercely it was slapping Lyra in the face over and over again, smearing spent cum and sweat on the purplish scales. “Mmmmmh that’s better.” The now tainted nun grinned, slowly breaking into a rhythm, her hips pumping up and down, up and down, sliding over the entire length of the smaller herm over and over, her vent filled to the brim. “I spent too much time lusting after you, too much time keeping my vow to let you go after just that pitiful excuse for an orgasm…” Coral hissed between her teeth, every single impact of her plumped up rump, another gift from the unholy pregnancy, making the floor shake and the initiate wince in both pain and pleasure. The abused vent squeezed the barbed shaft like a gloved hand, massaging every inch with slick, spasming motions, keeping every single drop of seed inside as they milked it. “Mmmmmhhhh… you’d better fill me up until I can’t walk or we’ll have to do this again and again and again…” The nun’s grin, her deep lust, her heated folds was almost making Lyra concerned, scared even, but she merely smiled back, enjoying the depths of depravity she had thrown her into.

“Gladly.” With every thrust downwards, Lyra began to make her own upwards, their hips smacking together with wet slaps, gouts of seed and precum spilling from the nun’s vent, a rain of white pouring from her front. Time and time again Lyra was slapped by Coral’s massive shaft, the sheer weight of it almost hurting her as the momentum gave it enough force to rock her core, the sack draped over her entire belly virtually pinning her down. “MMmmm… I’m close…” Lyra bit her lips, feeling something at the base of her shaft bloating, making it harder for her to slip inside that tight, slick hole whenever the nun came crashing down.

“Then fucking cum…” Coral grabbed her breasts, her hands pulling on the thick piercings, playing with her so that the demonified herm below was bathed in even more whiteness, releasing some of the immense pressure building in her chest despite each of the four mounds spilling gallons and gallons of creamy, sweet goodness. “Do your worst demon…” As she said that, Lyra’s muzzle twisted in a devilish grin, the knots at the base of the shaft piercing Coral’s womb expanding. With a tug downwards, the nun was jammed upon the softball sized lumps, her vent stretched twice as wide as before, filled to the brim and immediately filled even more as pump after pump after pump of tainted seed rushed from the swollen orbs and into her womb. “Aaaahhhh…. Lord… thank you for this gift!”

It was almost offensive and ironic that a nun would praise her lord in that moment, not even the demon inside Lyra could find words to describe its feeling, it was just… weird, somehow even more heretical and wrong than the joy she had while bouncing on that tainted shaft. Coral howled, her shaft bloating larger together with her breasts and the paunch that was her belly, thickening and lengthening, the entire four feet of flesh turning a darker shade of black almost, the same bulbous lumps blossoming at the base. As Coral’s belly returned to its previous three foot wide paunch and just kept going as Lyra thrashed beneath her and pumped even more seed inside it, the first shot of her most recent climax stopped splattering on the ceiling and the second, even stronger than before, took its place. Coral hugged her shaft, letting it sink into the vast expanse of her chest, massaging it, making out with the throbbing inches of flesh in front of her as they shivered and delivered a white rain of cement-thick seed. Her snout was pressed against it, snorting the impossible dense musk wafting from it, steam rising from the stretched ebony flesh, her tongue struggling to encircle it.

“Thank yoooooooooouuuu!” The nun shivered again, her vent gripping the knot plugging it hard enough to make Lyra wince in pain and force her to cum even more, turning the four foot wide paunch into five and then six wide, almost as wide as the dragoness was tall. The shape of the demonic rod was lost, the nun’s own now pressed against the smaller herm’s face, forced lower and lower by the curve of that immense belly until Lyra was forced to share what little space was left beneath that belly with a cock reeking of cum and sweat. Even for a demonified herm it was too much to bear and she began to pull out, feeling her knots escape from the once holy passage between the nun’s legs. “NO!” Coral roared angrily, her muscles clamping down harder on the invading shaft, her legs bulging out with muscle and lowering the bloated body lower, cracking the stone beneath with strength she did not have before. Lyra screamed in both surprise and the first hints of pain she had been promised that she would never feel again. “You stay inside!” Coral licked her lips with hunger. “I have waited too many years for it to end so soon… I’m still not full…”

Lyra gulped, unsure which one of them was using the other for pleasure anymore: while that vent was heavenly, if a demon could even say that anymore, and the feeling of such a willing receptacle was insane, she was now pinned down by a wobbling, sloshing mass of cum and scales, her nose chock full of manly stench and her tongue sizzling with the dense taste of cockflesh. As the smaller herm felt her orgasm wane, her tainted cum factories aching under the immense strain they had been put under, constantly twitching and unloading their cargo much like the two titanic orbs smothering them, Coral growled and pulled up. There was a moment of pause and respite for the possessed initiate before the entire weight of the nun came crashing down all over again, with the same enhanced strength that she had demonstrated before, the floor cracking and splintering under the force. Lyra mewled in pain, her sensitive shaft squeezed with even more strength, kept hard both by the slick warmth and the unrelenting massage those silky walls provided, aching as well and still fulfilling its duty to cram as much unholy seed inside a willing womb.

“You’re not done yet!” Coral growled again, her eyes almost glowing with anger as she leaned forward, further smothering Lyra in all of her plump, squishy belly, her backside moving up and down, oozing dozens of gallons of white seed whenever she pulled up and freed herself from those fat knots only to cram them inside again and feel her belly refilled. “You are done when I say you’re done, got it?” Neither could see each other faces at that moment, but something compelled Lyra to nod. The demon inside her raged, putting even more of its power into the initiate’s body to help her fight and overpower the nun above. “MMmmmmmhhhh sssssso close….” As the minutes passed, as her belly swelled even more, Coral raced through orgasm after orgasm, the pool around her knee deep despite the fact that the floor drains and the collapsed sections were moving untold amounts of seed out of the way and into the plumbing system. “Rhhhrfffff!” With one last thrust downwards, Coral came and felt her entire passage shiver around the throbbing shaft, hoping to feel the rush of seed inside her bloated womb, to feel it swell and grow, but she felt nothing other than a pitiful trickle of watery essence. She growled, displeased, standing up, struggling to even do so under the weight of her belly, her breasts crowning the seven foot wide expanse, her cock pushed so low it brushed the floor and hosed the walls on the far end with her endless lust. “You’re done already?” Now that her belly was out of the way, Coral stared the possessed herm with anger, watching her pant, heave and gasp for a breath of clean air, her arms still spread to the sides. Around her the previously fog looked far less impressive or terrifying, merely hovering above the sea of essence and flickering with weak lightning.

“How…” Her mouth barely opened, her eyes looking into Coral’s. “I’ve cum inside you almost thirty times… how can you still go?” Her breaths were laboured, laden with musk and lust and despite that, she failed to feel her shaft rise once again, now hanging limp between her puplish-scaled legs. Coral sighed, disappointed.

“What a pity… here I thought a demon could give more than that…” The nun shrugged, making her enhanced chest sway and drip thick streams of milk, spread wide by her shaft. Lyra gulped, too tired to move despite the power the demon was giving her. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Wait what…????” Lyra was abruptly turned on her belly, her legs spread wide in a swift motion that had been faster than her mind, still swimming in the insane pleasure, could process. Before she could even make a sound, she felt her face sink in the sea of seed around her and her tail yanked upwards. “Let me go!”

She squirmed, her tail lashing madly at the bigger and more endowed herm behind her, however, the only thing she managed to succeed was getting the nun to raise her arm and spank her hard. The possessed dragoness mewled, the same immense power that had made her impossibly virile and hung also enhanced every other form of lewd and weird pleasure she might have not enjoyed otherwise. Her toned rump jiggled ever so slightly, the dull throb of pain making her squirm in a different kind of way. Her vent twitched and winked, taking away all the attention from her now limp shaft, burning with desire enhanced by the insanely thick and dense musk wafting from every single inch of the chapel. Coral did not let her go and instead yanked her upwards a bit more, spreading her rump so that she could stare at the pristine black scales coating the initiate’s puffed up vent, slick with lust that had been ignored up until then. She licked her lips and shoved her snout against it, inhaling the sweet, sweet fragrance of her possessed lover’s female side. The taste of her spread on her tongue, so delicious, so unlike the heavy, dense flavour of the demonic shaft she had worshipped earlier. Coral’s tool twitched with newfound arousal, the four and a half foot rod bubbling with white, thick precum, her balls still hanging lower than her knees and still so very, very full.

Lyra gulped, inwardly screaming at the demon possessing her, begging for help and suggestions to turn the tables, but got very little other than the idea of letting the nun run out of steam. The demon pointed to endure everything she would throw at her, to use the power siphoned from their lust to feed itself and grow strong enough to give more strength and energy to its vessel. It had to admit, the fact that every ounce of unholy power it had gained up until that point should have been enough to make them so strong their current situation, bent down, the young herm’s vent spread wide by a thick tongue, should have not happened. The only conclusion was that the nun was simply being fed by the leftover energy that it unconsciously let slip, energy that fuelled her lust in the same way. It promised to not spill a single drop and focus only on using it to make its vessel regain strength. The plan was without fault and yet, for some reason, when the nun’s person-sized cock fell under its own weight and landed square on her back, Lyra felt that she would still have to bite her lips and hope for the best.

Coral groaned, her sack strained as production ramped up after tasting her first vent in over a decade while her own was at long last satisfied to some degree. She pulled back, stepping far, far away so that she could aim her flare at that thin slit, glad to see that her lover was not moving and steeled herself instead. The nun grinned, her heart pumping fast and hard and then stepped forward, her arms hoisting her two foot thick rod aloft and pushed. Lyra screamed when the titanic flare, thicker around than her waist almost, banged at the doors of her female side, kissing her entire rump from tailhole to her overburdened sack, the oozing cum pipe lubing her, belching precum inside her passage with gouts of precum so thick she almost thought the nun was coming all over again. One more push, a fraction of an inch deeper, another push, another small fraction. Bit by bit, half-step by half-step, Coral felt her flare slowly being swallowed by the far too small vent it was already stretching too wide to be possible. Lyra shoved a fist in her mouth, her other hand grabbing onto the floor, cracking the stone to steady herself with what little strength she had left while Coral moaned, groaned and crammed more and more and more of that obscenely thick flare inside her.

When it finally slipped inside, Coral stumbled forward, an entire foot slipping in under the force she had to use to push in her tip, her ears immediately filled by the lovely sound of moans of pleasure coming from below, her flesh squeezed hard, the shape of her rod bulging out her lover’s belly already. A single gush of pre ran through her entire length and escaped inside that silken passage, making the bulge disappear for a moment before spreading around it. Another step, another foot, an even bigger bulge. Lyra moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head under the insane pleasure and the stretching that not even half of that tool gave her, even the demon inside was struggling to endure it, strained by the choice to let everything go and stay true to its nature and the choice of gathering strength to escape later.

Coral grunted, her sack pulling upwards ever so slightly, a small orgasm rocking her body, making her tremble and pump gallon after gallon of insanely virile batter right into the possessed dragoness around her shaft. Gushes spilled from the sides of her girth, the pressure too great until Coral grabbed Lyra by the legs and pulled her closer. The two almost screamed, the role reversed, the pleasure so much more intense, now it was Coral that was violating the deepest reaches of her lover’s tunnel. Lyra felt her own shaft rise back up from the sheer intensity of it all, her balls swinging back and forth as Coral began to not-so-gently thrust herself deeper in and then pulling back only to find the possessed herm’s cervix squeezing around her flare, keeping her in. The two swollen sacks hit each other, Coral’s cement-dense cargo hitting Lyra’s almost aching own as hard as boulders falling off a mountain cliff, going so hard that they swung beyond and collided with the purplish belly scales, hitting the bigger dragoness’ flare from the outside. Every single time the blue herm pushed, she crammed more and more of herself in, inches at a time, slowly but surely going beyond three feet, her girth turning the oval of that tainted vent into a lewd O, sealing everything in. The paunch swelled and swelled some more, the nun not even cumming properly and already it was three feet wide after but a handful of minutes, the weight not yet enough to let go. Coral still held her lover by the legs, spreading them apart so that the next couple inches sunk inside with more ease.

“Nnnngghh…” Lyra moaned as loudly as she could, her cock throbbing painfully as it shot blanks without end, her sack pleasantly tortured by the two boulders that made up Coral’s. “How long till you can… mmmmmhhhffff… do your thing…?” She felt her vent spasm, another orgasm caused by another inch crammed inside her, her hands caressing the lewd shape of Coral’s flare under her scales, tracing the outline of that fat, fat organ, mewling with every pump of seed rich pre. The demon flickered out of her body, the purple fog even weaker than before.

“I-I... I can’t gather… any strength.” It had no face and yet, between her moans, her orgasm and the bouncing up and down, Lyra could tell it was scared and confused. Her own heart sunk with despair, this was not what she had been promised at all, she was supposed to be long since outside the convent and headed for her old home, not being forced to cum her brains out by someone she had regarded as meek and too gentle for her own good. “I… I think I know why…” Coral came a little again, her flare bloating wider for just a second as several gallons of pre added another foot to Lyra’s wobbling dome. “Her seed… it’s holy…”

“What?” She only managed to get out word out, interrupted by another flurry of rapid-fire shivers that made her shaft twitch and spurt a single droplet of watery seed. Her breasts bounced madly up and down, dribbles of milk starting to spill as well, sign that she had suffered the same fate as her lovely torturer.

“She’s a nun… why didn’t… why didn’t I think of that?” The demon shivered as well, scared. “Every drop she spills inside you… it’s exorcising me… bit by bit. She’s a nun… she’s spent a decade bathed in prayers and repenting… she’s soaked in so much holy energy she’s actually making me disappear…” Lyra was not sure whether to laugh or cry or let herself go completely to the mercy of that massive shaft. Coral grunted, pulling her lower once again, the very tip of her maleness rising above Lyra’s head, the bulge her constant spurts almost five feet wide and still she was so far from a proper orgasm.

“I thought… you were powerful… that you had the power to destroy a city… you… you lieeeeeeddd…” Her last word was turned into a gargled one when she felt her rump kiss Coral’s groin, the entirety of her body impaled upon her shaft, the flare far above her. She almost felt grateful that her vent was the one chosen else she feared that she would have been turned into nothing but a wrapping for that titanic cock. The worst part was that, inside her mind, she wasn’t entirely contrary to the idea. Her face paled once more, her strength sapped by her orgasms, her far too filled womb and the sudden realization that the power that had leaked to the nun had made her grow the same knots that she had at the base at some points, four tumescent protrusions that she knew would be crammed inside her as well. “You lied!”

“I didn’t!” There was desperation in its voice, real fear. “I was the most powerful, the strongest! Three hundred years I was sealed in here, battered day in and out with prayers!” The rage it had was almost negligible now, the hellish spawn too weak to even scare the body it was possessing. “How would I have known this… being was this… this perverted? I have been keeping you alive by giving you the power to survive this fucking cock!” As the purple mist stared to turn almost see-through, Lyra decided she had no other choice but to let go, even the unholy pact she had made had failed. “She should be a demon, not a nun…”

“I take this as a…. rrrrrrff, compliment…” Coral grinned, feeling her knots start to force Lyra’s abused vent even wider, the circumference almost greater than her lover’s hips. “Makes me wonder why I have ever thought of giving up my old life.” A wide, lustful grin blossomed on her blue muzzle, creeping wider and wider. “Now say goodbye.” Coral held her breath, her entire body shuddering violently, her sack shrinking visibly under the strain, countless gallons readied to be dumped inside an already too full womb any moment. Lyra felt her heart take a dive, making her blood turn cold despite the incredible heat seeping into her from the nun’s cock, part of her scared, part of her excited and part of her still coming to terms with the fact that she’d be so overwhelmingly pregnant by the end that she might not walk for months… part of her even glad that she had failed to escape and turn on her family.

“I hate you… I was going to be free…”

The demon faded faster, reluctant to give its last drops of power to the small herm but even more desperate not to be forced to disappear in such a disgraceful way. Being exorcised like that was unheard of, far too perverted even for a demon, if the underworld were to hear something like this, there would be chaos. Lyra felt a surge of power, far less than she had felt before, just enough to make the unbearable stretching sensation fade for but a moment before Coral howled louder than she had ever done, her sack shrinking another foot and then came.

The impact felt like a boulder being crammed inside her womb, her belly instantly tripling in size as that first single cumshot carried untold gallons so densely packed she felt every single cell inside the thick sludge assault her egg makers, forcing themselves onto each one, forcing her body to produce egg after egg after egg. The shape of Coral’s cockhead vanished but not its heft, nor the stretching sensation or the plug that kept every single drop inside, the fat knots sealing the two together, almost glued even. Every twitch of the nun’s sack meant dozens of gallons, the first shot still going strong, not even halting in its holy mission to turn every cell inside the possessed herm’s body back from that corrupted state. Within half a minute Coral dropped Lyra, but there was no fall, her belly so bloated it kept her perfectly in place just before the next spurt forced her to slide upwards, her scales stretched enough to reveal the glossy black hide beneath. One last orgasm was milked out of Lyra’s groin, a few shots losing themselves into the sea below, her breasts swelling much like her belly as four small points blossomed in two neat rows on the jiggling dome and grew into full-fledged breasts. Lyra mewled, too big, too full, too stretched and too engrossed in resisting the insane onslaught of orgasms to even care about anything else, not even registering that the influence of the demon had been shattered and she was free. The energy was being sapped, forced to enhance her body in a lewd struggle between the holy seed and the unholy powers, making her grow, making her swell and drop eggs by the dozen, eggs instantly fertilized by the legions of seekers the nun was dumping inside her.

The sky seemed to open, the rain that had started to fall stopping, a few rays of light breaking into the ruined chapel, lighting the two huffing, panting, shivering messes of dragonesses covered in layer upon layer of seed, sweat and musk so strong it stuck to their scales like glue. Coral hugged her lover, her quartet of breasts squished against the small back, her hands reaching to pinch, pull and tug at every single one of the six fat cow-like breasts that the swelling herm had now. Milk spilled from each of them in enough quantity to feed small villages, the sweet scent almost able to break past the curtain of virile musk, failing but still present. There was little either of them could do at that point but stay close to each other as they rode the high of their orgasms. Every twitch, every shiver, every pump of seed, every squeeze and every moan, everything added up to a monumental, insane high that made the two herms lose themselves in the tide. Coral used her lover for support, resting her body upon her like a lewd, wobbling balloon, her shaft so deep she could feel the currents of seed swirling in that massive dome of her own making, her flare somewhere in there, lost but very much present as every drop it spilled meant more and more belly to hug and squeeze. Lyra laid there, resting upon the swell of her overburdened womb, countless gallons of immensely virile seed banging at the very factories that made her eggs, her breasts growing with every batch that she let down and got fertilized on the spot, the rest of her body growing to match this growth, bringing her past six feet in height. But laying down like that, her arms and legs spread out, her breasts pushed aside by the titanic swell, her shaft mushed between her soft scales and Coral’s twitching, stone-hard sack, massaged in a way she couldn’t even imagine to be possible. Lyra’s mind reeled, swimming in a sea of pure lust, her conscious self lost somewhere in there, drowned by the incessant flurry of orgasms, she was not even sure she wanted to go back anymore.

Coral simply kept pumping her full of new essence, every time either thought it was over, the three foot wide orbs gave another titanic heave and let another load go, another foot, another orgasm, another five minutes of constant shivering. The musk in the air had become so thick it could be tasted, their tongues set aflame, sweat flowing freely between the two, running in musky rivers across scales and supple flesh. Over and over and over again, shot after shot, the two waited, and waited, and waited. By the second hour after Coral had crammed herself inside Lyra, the first hints of sun started to break out from the clouds and only when Dawn broke and the new day officially began did Coral felt her knots deflate and free her from the tight seal keeping them connected. She took a step back and shivered, the mere act of walking made her still hard shaft scrape against the inner flesh of her lover, seemingly coaxing her into staying inside a bit more. Biting her lips, the nun put step after step between the two of them, foot after foot of shaft emerging from that abused, stretched chasm of a vent. The medial ring made Lyra come all over again without the need of yet another hot injection of seed, the sheer girth of that section enough to spread her even wider. Coral gawked at her own maleness, noticing it had become even thicker, heavier and longer as the five foot mark arrived and her flare appeared. She tugged and tugged, Lyra moaning and cumming every time around the fat plug until she managed to get it out and the tool rose up, throbbing still even after the mess it had caused, leaving behind a gape wide enough to shove a leg inside the pregnant herm’s vent, or maybe even two. Coral hugged her maleness, not even able to get her hands to touch properly on the other side anymore, her flare several feet above her own head, the idle flow strong enough to splatter on the ceiling. The only relief she felt was that her balls were so much more lighter than before, no more they felt like two ten ton boulders weighting her down, now merely two immense pumpkins, each of them probably more than three… four feet wide and so hot they visibly steamed in the morning light. Despite the scary, inhuman, unnatural changes, Coral had not felt that good in years, satisfied, tired beyond measure, her every muscle aching pleasurably, leaving her panting, leaking, shivering and all around desperate to get her ass onto a bed.

However, as the doors to the chapel opened and a number of nuns, shocked, curious, gasping and reeling at the first breath of the intense musk that had been contained inside the walls, Coral knew that she would not get rest for a good long while.