Monstrous Lust: Sins From The Devil

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Camellia has a problem - She can’t stop seeing the Devil wherever she goes. Even at church, she finds him. Nobody else can see him, not the church’s pastor nor her deeply religious aunt sitting next to her. It shouldn’t be hard to see him. He is a giant black beast; a monster with the head of a great black ram. Worst of all, it isn’t what he is, it is what he is doing, and in church of all places. So much sin, so much lust. Camellia is confused as to where he is getting all the exotic women. All of them eager to intimately pleasure him in the most explicit and sensual ways. All of this happens before Camellia’s very eyes. Only she can see and hear the moans and cries of lustful ecstasy. Even in the house of God, if she were to speak out, the ignorant would only think she is crazy.

Sample:

She first saw what he truly was last
winter. His black body contrasted heavily against the white snow. Of all places,
it was on the churchyard, which would not have been too strange if it was just
some pet let loose from its pen. His black coat and his mighty set of curled
black horns immediately gave rise to visions of the devil that pagans and
witches worshipped in dark woods. When he stood on two legs and strode about
like a man, there was no questioning it.

Camellia could see him clearly through
the window while the preacher gave his sermon. There was no way the others
sitting next to her, or nowhere else within that church hall, should not have
been able to see him. The windows were large and bright, the snow was white and
pure, and there was the beast, the devil, unperturbed that the pure white
powder fell down upon him in thick clumps. It speckled him but the snow could
not hide his black shame.

Camellia made a scene. She gasped
loudly as she stood pointing towards the window. The only attention she brought
was to herself. Nobody saw what was obviously there. The only thing that saved
her from humiliation was that she never formed coherent words to describe what
she saw. She spouted babbling chatter as she tried to tell the people the devil
was just outside. Confused looks came over the crowd. Somebody even went up to
the window and looked out. There was no way they couldn’t see it. Yet, he
turned back and asked, “What is it Camellia?”

“Do you not see it out
there?” she was able to finally say, shocked at the expressions everyone
was giving her.

“What? What is it Camellia?”
Joseph the preacher demanded. She wasn’t sure if his demeanor was one of
concern of irritation that she had interrupted his sermon.  

“I… There, on the lawn, by the
window. You don’t see… I mean?” Camellia said wide-eyed, but quickly
understanding only she was seeing what was going on outside.

It was plain as the daylight coming in
through the window. He was right there just outside that window, and he was not
alone. The great black goat that had to be the devil was doing things to her.
Camellia couldn’t recognize the stranger who was with him, but she was human,
naked and doing things that God shouldn’t allow.

The woman was nobody she recognized from
her small town. Her hair was a bright red, and it draped in great length down
her body. It was the only thing covering up her nudity. Her hair was as bright
as the fires of hell. Not even the falling snow would stick to it.

Her hair helped to conceal her nudity,
but it did nothing to save Camellia from bearing witness to the profane display
of the devil. His cock was just as black as the rest of him, maybe even
blacker. His appendage was grotesquely large and its throbbing veins made the
whole thing shimmer like black obsidian glass. Nobody in that church could see
this witch as she stuck the tip of the devil’s dick into her mouth to suck and
chew upon what she could. It was nothing Camellia had ever seen before. She was
not the type to watch porn and indulge in such debauchery. Now only before her
eyes, in church of all places, she was witnessing the most perverse acts of
lust. The red-haired woman couldn’t even fit the oversized genital into her
mouth. The townspeople, Joseph the preacher, her elderly aunt Linda sitting
next to her, all looked at her as if she was crazy or unwell. One observer of
her condition noted at how pale she had become, and worried for her health.

“… No… I, I’m fine,”
Camellia replied, but she stumbled with her words. In fact, it took her a good
minute to even form a coherent ‘No,’ in that reply.

Nervously she looked about at all the
people staring at her. Yet, out the window, as plain as day, the devil was
getting his dick sucked. He reared up his goatish head, bleating. Camellia
couldn’t hear him, only see that the red-haired woman had brought him to a
pleasurable climax. White snow would not speckle her bright red hair, but the
streams of semen that burst from the devil’s cock successfully put ribbons
there.

Camellia winced and gagged, which told
her audience that she wasn’t well at all. She immediately excused herself from
the scene. She couldn’t speak but managed to point out the window again, and again
her audience looked at her with confusion. There was a lump in her throat; she
wanted to gag when she saw the red-haired witch lick up that white syrup still
spilling forth from the devil’s dick onto her tits. Camellia left quickly and
without a word. A couple of men at the service rushed after her asking if she
needed help, but she paid no attention to them. No, even outside the church her
attention focused on that big goat beast who had now taken up to licking off
his own nasty seed from that mysterious red-haired woman on the snow-covered
churchyard.

This would not be the last time she would see this
black, horny devil. His appearance became more regular with time.