Commission for Snistra. Thanks again!
“Have you finished yet?” Maria demanded as she stepped over to me. I listened to her step across the floor on her high heeled boots. There was a slow, rhythmic clacking on the recently polished hardwood floor as she strut towards me, “Nearly done,” I grumbled as I scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees with soapy water. Maria knelt down, grabbing my chin with her latex gloved hand. My gaze was pulled up to hers, “Look at me when you are spoken to, incubus,” She hissed. I wrenched my chin free of her grasp, “Yes, Sister Maria.” The nun stood to her full height, towering over me as I knelt. She set her spear and shield aside and brushed her shoulder length purple hair out of her face with her hand. She turned away from me and leaned over, her plump posterior was put on full display for me, concealed only by a layer of dark grey, shiny latex that covered her entire body. Thigh high boots with tall heels squished her mildly thick thighs. Her torso and arms were covered by another piece of shiny latex that conformed to her bosom, easily revealing that she wore no bra as the material formed to her perky nipples. The leotard she wore was just as form fitting with a massive hole in the front for her shiny breasts to spill out of to be put on full display for all around her. Her luscious purple hair was covered by a black habit that matched the leotard. The outfit had multiple pink hearts, outlined with gold, placed as decorations in the name of her goddess Eros. The top of each thigh high boot had one, the stomach area of the leotard and on the habit that covered her forehead. I swallowed nervously as she leaned over in front of me, the latex stretching to hide the outline of her pussy from me. For a woman devoted to the goddess of love, she was certainly lewd enough, even if she didn’t seem to notice it herself, “Has something caught your eye?” She suddenly barked, “Why have you stopped cleaning?” “Sorry, Sister Maria,” I apologized quickly and tore my eyes away from her shapely form. Her bright green eyes slowly turned from me and back to the floor. She stared at her reflection in it and rubbed her gloved finger across the floor, “Well, Virtus. You are improving. Slightly.” I bit my tongue, keeping myself from saying anything snippy. She was hard on me, and acting up would only make it worse, “Thank you, Sister Maria,” I said in a flat voice, “Anything else for me to do after this?” “You have finished your cleaning for the day,” She rubbed her chin for a moment, “It is growing too dark for your landscaping duties, unfortunately. I will prepare dinner soon.” I stood and picked up my bucket and brush I had been using to scrub the floor. I glanced around the small church in which I had been kept captive for some time. Two lines of pews framed an aisle down the center of the main room that was covered by a long, pink rug lined with hearts. Despite the lack of visitors to the church, the inside was well maintained. Multiple tall, ornate sconces lined the walls, each had multiple candles lit, casting soft, orange, flickering light across the room. A statue of the goddess Eros sat at the head of the room and a few doors led into the back. The front wall above the heavy oaken double doors held a stained glass depiction of Eros and some of her angels. The entire room was near spotless, thanks to my constant cleaning. Before Maria had captured me on account of my chance encounter with a Demon Realm, one of the many lands of monsters, where I had done a lot of power lifting since I had read somewhere that you could get HUGE gains thanks to the blood moon and demon energy. I hadn’t gotten that many gains. The only thing I had gotten was incubized and then captured soon after. Maria spun her spear around in her hand impatiently as we both stood a little awkwardly in the church. The battle nun leered at me, gripping her spear, “What is it? Thinking of running again?” She sneered, “I thought only I enjoyed those little chases.” “N-no,” I stammered, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” She tapped the butt of her spear into my side, “Hmph. I’m not sure if that’s disappointment I feel or sadness that you have learned that running is futile,” I flinched as she tapped my other side with her spear, a little frown on her face. It quickly vanished, “Have you done your prayers for today?” “N-no I haven’t, Sister.” She sighed, “You are hopeless. The only way to have the demonic forces purged from your body is from faith. Come, pray,” She gestured. I nodded and knelt before the altar, offering up a genuine silent prayer to Eros. Call it Stockholm syndrome, but Maria was a very fetching woman and I wouldn’t mind being her ‘prayer partner.’ Maria leaned over me, hands on my shoulders and her breasts delicately landing on my head. There seemed to be some genuine care as she silently prayed alongside me. I sweated as I felt her latex covered breasts weighed on my head, “All done?” She asked quietly. “Yes, Maria,” I nodded, feeling a little bit at ease. I stood to my feet slowly, grabbing the bucket again, “Do you want me to prepare dinner?” She shook her head, “I cannot have you poisoning me,” She snickered, but I was not entirely sure if she’s joking. I sat at the dining table as I watched Maria work. I watched her chop up all kinds of vegetables, carrots, celery, potatoes and garlic on a cutting board before moving on to chopping up the cut of beef she had picked up at the market. A few containers of groceries sat in the corner, things that needed to be put away. Maria hummed to herself as she wiped her hands off on the pink frilly apron she wore over her latex outfit which hardly contained her breasts. She grabbed a pot and put some oil in it and placed it atop the flames of the stove. I jumped up and hurried to the groceries, eager to put them away before the food coma set in after eating. I looked in the baskets, putting fruit and vegetables in the cold storage along with the few meats she had purchased. I moved on to the potions she had purchased, each labeled for their use. Mostly healing potions and ones for vigor as well as the odd mana potion. I found one, unlabeled and full of something pink. It looked like it was sloshing around on its own. I watched as two yellow dots moved to face me. I frowned, holding it up, “Sister Maria?” “Hm? What is it Virtus?” Maria didn’t bother turning to face me. “What’s this potion? The pink one? Its not marked.” “I did not buy a pink potion. Is this a trick?” She turned to face me with a stern look on her face. “But--” I looked at the glass bottle in my hand. It was completely empty. The cork had been removed as well, “I swear there was something here!” I cried, feeling a sense of dread. Maria sighed, “I am much too tired from my chores today to play your games!” She pointed the knife in her hand at me in a non threatening way. I grunted, knowing she had done little more than taking her horse to the market and buying food, “Sorry,” I apologised, just wanting to avoid her wrath, “I must be imagining things,” I took the potions to the storage pantry along with any bread, potatoes and wine amongst the groceries there as well. As I placed the two bottles of wine in their storage, I heard something wet hit the ground. I turned around, glancing around the large dark pantry. I saw a speck of something bright pink before it vanished into the shadows, “Maria!” I called again as I dashed out of the pantry. Sweat was pouring down my brow now and my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest, “Maria!” “What? What is all the shouting for!?” She groaned, turning away from her cooking. “I-I saw it again! The pink thing!” The latex clad battle nun blinked at me, “You said mere moments ago that you were just imagining it,” She strutted over to me with a frown on her face. “I-I know! I want more than anything for you to prove me wrong!” “Keep your voice down,” She snapped, rubbing her temples. She produced a pink heart on a chain around her neck and held it up. She muttered a few quick holy words to Eros before the holy symbol started to glow bright pink. She stepped into the pantry, making the room glow with her holy light. She scanned the room as I hesitantly followed her in. She checked the shelves, the drawers and even opened a crate or two, “Nothing,” She sighed and shot me an angry look. I looked ashamed and nervous as she approached me. She pulled off one of her gloves and pressed the back of her hand to my forehead, “You do feel a tad warm. And sweaty. Are you ill? Or is this some cry for attention? Your strange try at seduction will get you nowhere.” “No, I’m not...” I trailed off and shook my head, “I swear I saw something...” I mumbled as I glanced around to the shadowy corners of the kitchen. “Enough of that,” A genuine look of concern crossed her face, “Go sit. Perhaps you worked yourself too hard, incubus.” I nodded and plopped myself onto a chair, “Who did you buy those potions from?” “The usual alchemist. Miss Dimitrius,” She answered curtly. I opened my mouth to speak again, “Do not spout your lies about her again. Your incubusization has clouded your eyes,” I frowned. Miss Dimitrius was some kind of monster girl. Devil or demon probably. She had to be. I saw something that Maria didn’t. She had sniffed out the demon mana on me, but couldn’t smell it on the woman that sold her potions. I folded my arms and swallowed nervously, “Miss Dimitrius is a kind and honest woman. There is no way she could be a monster.” “Right...” I grumbled. I tapped my fingers on the table, wondering if the pink thing I had seen was real or fake. “Ah!” Maria suddenly yelped, “Virtus!” She called. “What is it? Everything okay?” “I, uh, spilled something on myself,” She turned to me with flour spilled on herself. Her apron had taken most of it, but there was almost a whole pile of it atop her breasts. It didn’t look like she had spilled any into her cooking. It hadn’t been a huge spill, but it would definitely need to be cleaned, “I require your aid.” “Of course, Sister Maria,” I stood and hurried to her side. I grabbed a wet rag and tried to hand it to her. She frowned, “You have the cloth, wipe it off yourself!” I frowned, but nodded. I tried to quickly get the flour off of her large, pillowy breasts. I struggled to stare her in the eyes as she eyed me. I practically had to grope her to clean her off. She was strangely stoic, only having to close her eyes as I moved to her nipples and wiped them off, “There. How’s that?” She cleared her throat and nodded. She looked at me, her eyes suddenly getting wide, “What is that!?” She shouted. “Huh?” I shook myself, unsure what she meant. She scrambled, going for her holy symbol. I felt something launch itself off my shoulder, the pink thing threw itself at Maria, landing on her arm that she had removed the glove on. I hardly got a better look at it. It was bright pink and somewhat see through. Maria brought down her fist, attempting to strike the blob but only hit her own arm as it went flat and pulled itself under her latex clothing, “What...?” She looked at me helplessly as I watched the blob move under her clothing, “Help me get this off!” She shouted as she shuddered violently, “It’s cold!” “Right!” I tried to help her undo the zipper on the front. The blob lurched forward before we could get her out of the leotard, making it quickly to her crotch. She breathed sharply, falling to her knees and grabbing her pussy through the latex, rubbing herself as her face turned bright red and she started moaning. I stood nearby, unsure what to do as she rubbed and teased herself. I watched as her back arched and she moaned loudly as she orgasmed. She stopped for a moment, “Virtus?” She looked at me, pure ecstasy on her face. “Maria? Are you alright?” I asked, my heart racing. I offered her my hand to help her up. She merely touched my skin before arching her back again, the thing was fondling her again. She breathed heavily and moaned as the goo pleasured her. She shuddered as her chest heaved, “I-I need to go into town tomorrow... Learn how to purge this parasite from my body...” She mumbled to herself. She slumped over, now on her hands and knees. I could see the blob of pink goo moving around under her latex clothes. It looked like it was feeling her pussy and rubbing her clit, engrossing her mind in pleasure as the slime overstimulated her. I could only watch as she howled out again, orgasming for the second time. She collapsed onto her stomach, laying on the floor as she tried to catch her breath. I was glad I had cleaned the floor recently. I reached down and picked her up, thankful for my incubus strength as I lifted her in a princess carry, “I gotta get you to bed.” “Unhand me... Incubus,” She weakly fought against me, unable to force me to release her. I carried her up a thin flight of stairs, careful not to hit her head against the wall, and into one of the upstairs rooms. Most of them were unused except for the master bedroom where Maria lived and a much smaller room that I lived in. I laid Maria on her plush bed, “I’ll get you your dinner, stay right here.” The stoic nun gripped my arm, staring me in the face as she shuddered again. Slowly, her grip loosened and released me. She shook and sweat as she lay on her bed, “Open the window, would you? It is much too hot.” I nodded and did as she said, throwing her windows open to let in the cool night air. I hurried downstairs and ran back up, bringing her a big bowl of her own cooking. Maria had removed her latex clothing and was laying under her sheets. I set the bowl down on her bedside table, “Can I get you anything else?” I asked as I turned away from her nude form, “I’ll get the kitchen cleaned up.” “You work so hard, Virtus,” She smiled somewhat sweetly, a delirious look in her eyes, “Thank you.” “Uh, yeah... You’re welcome, Maria. Just rest and we’ll figure out what to do tomorrow,” I returned her smile and exited the room, wondering what had gotten into her, both literally and figuratively. I trimmed the hedges and flowers around the church. Wiping my brow I grunted, letting the heat of the sun shine down on me. Toiling with my light yard work, I waited for Maria to return. Soon enough, I heard hooves stepping along on the gravel path up to the church. I recognized the nun from her purple hair and reflective latex clothes. Without thinking, I waved at her for some reason. Surprisingly, she smiled and waved back, “Working hard or hardly working?” She laughed at her own joke. She shuddered and breathed sharply as she looked me in the eye. She looked like she regretted both actions. “You’re... In a good mood, Sister Maria,” I grinned nervously, quickly regretting my words. “This damned slime,” She growled to herself before shuddering again, “You may have been right about Dimitrius. I could not find her in town. I did not dare go to anyone about the parasite that has infected my body.” “So, what is it?” I asked as I put down the yard equipment and followed her into the church. “Parasite slime. I know very little about it other than the fact that I have become its host.” “Any idea how to get rid of it?” She scoffed, “I will merely ignore it. It will die if I do not give it the sustenance it craves,” She shuddered again as she looked at me, gasping with a slight moan, “Y-you did good with the yard, Virtus.” “Um, thanks,” I smiled sheepishly. She grunted with anger, “The slime fondles me, trying to excite me as some sort of pavlovian conditioning. While I must admit that you are cute--” She put her head in her hands with embarrassment, “I am going to my room. Take the rest of the day off Virtus. I cannot have you being weak if I was forced to try something.” “Uh, understood,” I nodded, letting her go to the back. I turned to the statue of Eros, kneeling before it. I prayed quietly, asking the love goddess for guidance on what to do. I wanted to help Maria more than anything. I frowned as I felt nothing, I was left to ponder it for myself, I supposed. I carefully sliced a few thin cuts of ham. With a bit of dexterity, I layed the ham on a slice of bread along with some cheese. I took the sandwich to Maria’s room and knocked lightly on the door, “Maria?” I called. “Enter~” She replied in a sing-songy voice. I pushed the door open slowly, “I brought you some lunch. Are you alright? I thought I heard some shouting a bit ago and--” I froze as I looked at Maria. Her body was encased in semi transparent pink slime in the same shape as her usual latex outfit. She was touching herself through the slime. I could see every curve on her shapely body as she lounged on her couch. There was nothing covering her glorious breasts and loins from my view, “I am quite well, thank you, Virtus,” She smiled, not looking nearly as stern as she had just this morning. She quickly took the sandwich from me and scarfed some of it down. She sat, frowning at the bread and ham, “Strange. Not filling at all,” She shook herself, “Perhaps it needs to settle? Anywho, thank you again. Have a good night, Virtus.” “Y-yeah,” I stammered and quickly left, deciding to retire to my own room. I made sure to bolt the door before laying down to rest, reading the book on my nightstand as I waited for sleep to take me. My eyes shot open as I heard my bolt turn and loudly clicked into the unlocked position. My heart pounded as I watched a pink slime tendril disappear under my door. The handle jiggled before being pulled down, revealing soft candle light. I heard Maria’s thigh high boots on the hardwood floor as she slowly stepped towards my small bed, “Oh, Virtus~” She sang as she crawled across my bed, “I am so hungry, Virtus, will you not help me?” “Maria?” I turned to face her, rolling onto my back, “I-Is something wrong?” She straddled me, nothing but my blanket and our clothes between us. She was in her usual latex clothing again. I could see some of the pink slime lazily sitting on her shoulder, staring at me with its yellow eyes, “Wrong? No, my dear. I-I--” She stopped for a moment, trying to fight the influence of the slime before shuddering violently again, “I know what you have been praying for.” “Y-you do?” “Yes. Salvation!” She declared as she removed the blanket, “I will use my body to purge the filth from you and the parasite from me! This is the only way!” She was obviously delirious, the slime was fondling both her breasts and pussy underneath that latex uniform. She undid a zipper on her crotch, letting some of the pink slime ooze out and caress my nether regions through my pants, “A long, rigorous prayer session is required!” My member was stiffening as I stared at her beautiful form, “I understand, Sister Maria,” I swallowed nervously as I slowly removed my pants and underwear. I felt the warm slime feel my shaft, standing it up and lining it up with her pussy. “Wonderful. most wonderful, Virtus,” She grinned, rubbing her wet pussy against the head of my cock. Her eyes filled with lust as she stared at me. The kind of look a monster girl gave a man when she wanted them. Maria was a monster now, at least she seemed to be and she was taking it well. She took a deep breath and lowered herself onto me, piercing herself with my cock. She breathed sharply, her face turning to pure ecstasy as she took me down to the hilt. I felt her body quiver as the slime felt up and down my shaft slowly. Maria rose up again before bringing herself down slowly on my throbbing member, savoring every inch as she was pleasured by my dick as well as the slime that fondled her. I could feel that slime stroke my member, aiding Maria in our lovemaking session. It was slow and sloppy, having no rhythm as it went. Maria picked up her tempo as she panted as gasped, getting closer and closer to climax as she rode me. I groaned in pleasure under her, letting her ride me and pleasure herself. “Maria,” I grunted her name as I grabbed her hips, not wanting to be a dead fish. As she rose herself up, I thrusted into her, hilting myself in her. She howled as the pink slime teased both of our privates. It still sat on her shoulder, staring at me. I ignored it, instead I focused on Maria’s beautiful face, pumping myself into her in a rhythm as she rode me. “Oh, Virtus!” She moaned loudly, moving even faster as she put her hands on my shoulders for support, “Can you not feel the love boiling up inside of you?” “I-I think so,” I grumbled, wondering if she was talking about the pressure in my loins, “I’m gonna cum soon,” I announced throwing my head back as I let her take over. “Your love will flow into me, Virtus! Release it!” She cried, slamming her hips into mine with a loud, wet noise. The slime was eager as well, pumping my shaft as it greedily tried to bring me to orgasm. I felt the hot wet flesh of my soon to be monster wife as well as the ooze inside her work in tandem to stimulate me and bring me to orgasm. With a cry, an inhuman bellow that announced my feelings for her, I came inside of her. In response, her body shuddered and her back arched, howling in pleasure as I filled her with my love syrup. I shuddered and my muscles tensed as my balls were drained by the quivering of Maria’s pussy and the vibrating of the slime. I went limp as the violent orgasm subsided as did Maria, collapsing on top of me where she chuckled quietly, “Wonderful, Virtus,” She kissed me on the cheek and caressed my chest. “Looks like my prayers were answered,” I smirked as I rested my head on the pillow. Maria used my chest as a pillow, “As have mine. Another member of the clergy to help me around the church. Rest, Virtus-- Father Virtus, we have much to do tomorrow and more prayers to offer up together,” She kissed me once more and used my chest as a pillow. I put my hand on her head, petting her hair as the slime curiously touched my fingers. I sighed, it was a little strange, but I was sure I’d get used to it.
