Andy is a monk, extremely reserved and devout at the same time. He has been having disturbing dreams for several nights. Demons come to visit him at night. One of the demons, one night takes the form of a y*ung, beautiful woman, with a split tongue. The religious man mates wildly with the demon.
The following night, the same dream comes back to visit him. He begins an exorcism to defend himself, when a beautiful angel with blond hair, 2 meters tall, falls from the sky and knocks him down with her foot and overwhelms him. The angel grabs him by the neck and asks him in a persuasive voice who gave him permission to f*ck the night before. Andy denies having committed a sin, but the angel replies that it is a lie, that he knows she can see everything, know everything. Now the Angel is going to punish the demon in front of Monk eye, he must watch everything.
Nausi, the blond angel whose androgynous beauty drips like molten gold, summons the demon with a single velvet command and drops Andy to his knees, breath ragged, eyes locked on the unfolding sin. Then he turns to the exquisite demoness Lucifera, her crimson skin shimmering with infernal heat, and humiliates her in slow, deliberate waves: he lifts one flawless, paradisiacal foot (soft as silk, immaculately groomed, bl*ck lacquer on each toe flickering with faint red flames) and presses it to her trembling lips. She cannot resist the decree of heaven, yet the order b*rns her pride to ash. Her forked tongue, slick and desperate, slithers over the arch, tracing every curve, every divine ridge, lapping at the salt-sweet skin as if it were ambrosia. Nausi’s glacial bl*e eyes half-close in ecstatic rapture, a low, guttural moan vibrating in his throat taken the absolute, invincible dominion that surges through him like liquid fire.
With a cruel, languid smile he slides his enormous 11.5 foot between her parted lips, stretching her mouth wide, the bl*ck-painted toes gliding deep until her throat spasms around him. Saliva drips in glistening threads; her muffled whimpers only fuel his pleasure. At the same moment he flicks a disdainful glance at the priest Andy’s face flushed crimson, c*ck straining against his cassock and crushes both beneath the same divine contempt. Nausi manipulates Lucifera like a marionette drained of will: he scoops her molten body into his arms as if she weighs nothing, her full breasts crushed against his chest, and carries her to the vast, silk-sheeted bed. There he sprawls like a g*d on an altar, legs spread, and commands her to worship. She crawls, prostrate, her tongue devouring every inch sucking each toe until it glistens, dragging wet trails up the sculpted instep, burrowing between them with shameless hunger. He threads his fingers through her horns, guiding her, drawing her deeper, until her lips are swollen and slick with worship.
Finally she collapses at his feet, utterly broken, l*cking a slow, worshipful path up the marble column of his calf, his thigh, until she returns obsessed to the altar of his feet. Her body trembles in absolute, slavish devotion, thighs slick with her own helpless arousal.
The air thrums with ambiguity: is Nausi truly an angel of merciless light, or S*TAN himself seething with jealousy over Lucifera’s triumph in seducing the priest, now reclaiming her in a torrent of blasphemous ecstasy?

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